#ack nervous but I’m so excited!!

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ᴷᵃⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵉʳᶦⁿᵎ ʷᶦᵗᶜʰ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

My school wasn’t normal not the slightest, from flying brooms to flying rats and an invisible barrier protecting it, it was sure an odd sight for you to witness. You could call your school a magical one, even the students themselves looked less human but still human some just had cats for ears and sharp fangs in short vampires, hybrid humans, and others, you on the other were just normal student with a normal body nothing exciting at all.

Except, for one thing, the scary witch with the resemblance of a black cat who would always glare and stare at you ever since you became a student in the school. You were surprised she hasn’t put a curse on you, witches were something to be terrified of in your school of how much black magic they could do and other more. So, you expected the moment you woke up, you’d have your limbs torn piece by piece by that witch.

Her name was Kang Haerin, a name you could never forget. She only had a few friends, and she barely spoke, her aura was completely dark. Other students always warned the newcomers to avoid her, if they don’t want their entire bloodline cursed.

You wished someone told you sooner, it was too late for you. Because the moment you spoke to her the forever curse was now inflicted on you.

It was a lovely Monday morning, it was your first day in your new school. A little nervous, but excited.

The moment you walked into the classroom, everyone was nice and well-mannered, it took some time to adjust to the sight of fur ears and intimidating-looking sharp teeth.

You met a fairy-looking girl (of how pretty she was) introducing herself as Hanni, who agreed to tour you around the school.

-

‘‘This is the library where you read those boring books, careful though some books are laced with a dark curse whoever opens it!’‘ Hanni explained with a smile on her face.

You fell silent staring back at Hanni, before she starts laughing a little.

‘‘I’m messing those books are kept in a locked room’‘ She giggled, you laughed back awkwardly, still slightly startled at the thought of a dark curse placed upon you.

‘‘Um Hanni? can I go to the bathroom real quick?’‘ You asked.

‘‘Oh, sure just go straight and right you’ll see it’‘ She pointed in the hallway.

‘‘Thanks, I’ll be right back!’‘ you hurried, turning your back on Hanni.

-

You walked across the linear hallway, gazing at the historical portraits hung on the walls, you swear sometimes their eyes moved which creeps you up a little but expect the unexpected in a school filled with magic.

You were too distracted by the paintings to not notice a person coming your way, The moment you took a right you accidentally bump into a girl.

‘’Ack!’’

feeling yourself falling backward makes you hold her arms for support. it was a little late as both of you fell on the floor, you fell on your butt with the girl on top of you.

‘‘I’m so sorry-’‘ Before you could apologize, the girl hurriedly stood up, startling you a bit.

You abruptly stood up too, now finally focused on the girl. She wore a black cloak with jet-black hair.

‘‘I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I got a little distracted by the paintings, are you okay?’‘ you look around her to see if she got injured, your eyes darted to the slight red liquid dripping on her fingers.

‘‘I’m okay’‘ her voice soft-spoken, her gaze still looking down.

You quickly took your handkerchief, holding her hands on yours covering the blood that dripped on her fingers, your actions were abrupt making her startled.

‘‘Ah- did I scare you? I’m sorry, Your knuckles are bleeding, it was probably from the fall’‘ You explained, your voice filled with guilt.

You took out a band-aid with a cat for a design, and you always hand band-aids carried around, well your mom always made you carry them around for situations like this.

‘‘This might sting a little’‘ You carefully put it on the back of her hand, before blowing air against her knuckles.

‘‘My mom always told me to blow air on a bruise to help it heal faster’‘ you spoke

‘‘What’s your name?’‘ You asked, and for a brief moment, you saw her eyes.

Her eyes resembled a black cat, they were hypnotic, but before you could get a name, she quickly left not giving you any time to stop her.

and that was the first and last encounter you ever had with her, but ever since you told Hanni about the incident she prayed for your soul that you wouldn’t get cursed by her. You didn’t get it at first but now you were terrified mostly guilty but still terrified.

Yet despite being a little afraid of what will come to you, you slightly doubt how others viewed witches, sure they are malevolent in many fairytale stories but are they really?

But ever since that accident, She always glared at you. She must be really upset be upset, you have tried apologizing properly but she’d always disappear in a blink of an eye.

That is, until today.

The class shortly ended, You began packing your bag. oddly enough it was only you left in the room making it quiet, it was a few minutes before you finished packing up for the day.

As you turned around you shrieked a little falling back down to your chair, there stood the same black cloak jet-black-haired girl everyone feared of.

She was holding a small bottle that looked like a coffee cup and a thick book in both of her hands. She gazed at you.

‘‘I didn’t notice you there’’ You stuttered a little.

She motioned the cup to your face, ‘’This is for you, drink it’’ She spoke.

With care, you took the cup from her grasp and look at it before returning your gaze to her. She looked at you eagerly, eyes shining with anticipation.

At that moment, you swore the drink had poison or what and expected the worst of worst to come, from poison ivy to a snake’s venom.

You abruptly drank it, closing your eyes and anticipating the worst.

huh. that’s odd nothing happened the coffee tasted normal-

As the coffee slips from your grasp, a cloudy air emits the room, you opened your eyes to see a tense look on Haerin’s face.

that’s weird, is it me or did the view of the room get a little bigger. Your eyes darted down your hands that now... looked like paws?!

You started screaming, well barking.

‘‘Why am I dog?!’‘ You started yelling.

You glance back at a befuddled Haerin, hastily flipping through her book and muttering to herself.

‘‘There must be a mistake here, did I read the wrong spell? it should have been a love potion’‘

You were getting a little agitated.

‘‘Hey, you better find a way to fix this, my mom is allergic to dogs, and I can’t be a dog forever!’‘ You squealed (barked)

You gave Haerin a stern look as she closed her book and turned to face you. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked anxious.

‘‘There is a way to fix it, well the only way’‘

‘‘And that is?’‘

‘‘There is one called a Multipurpose of lower magic, as long as the castor and the cursed share a touch the magic can be lifted immediately off the body’‘

‘‘What does that mean’’

‘‘it means let me kiss it, yn’’

‘‘let you what?’‘

‘‘A kiss’‘

‘‘A WHAT?’‘

You became increasingly anxious as she moved a little closer to you.

‘‘You’re joking right there’s got to be another way here’‘

"Nope, there isn't." Her tone of voice sounded slightly more cheerful than usual.

"You can't just kiss me. You'll be taking away my first kiss!" you exclaimed.

‘‘This was planned wasn’t it!’‘

‘‘What! No- this is purely an accident’‘

She lifted your small body, slowly pulling you close. You moved both your paws onto her lips, giving all your force to push her off.

"Wait, wait, wait! I'm not ready!" You exclaimed, quickly shutting your eyes.

You felt a soft brush against your lips, the gentle lingering sensation struck a nerve, making you feel the burn on your cheeks, without even realizing it, you were back to normal.

Both of you flushed, looking everywhere but at each other’s eyes, who knew witches could be this cruel? well a little too cruel for your heart.

A curse she cast on you with no cure, a cupid's arrow piercing your heart.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (two weeks ago but), thank you 💖 Currently in a writing slump so don’t have any active WIPs to share (beyond a vague list of bulleted ideas).

But thought I’d use the opportunity to share a scene I cut from one of my fics last year. The scene didn’t fit with the story but, hey, I find it silly and cute so I wanted to share it.

No pressure tags to @dewdropreader @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @mirilyawrites @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows @mimisempai @rins-love-wins and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (right back at you!)

Mobius and Loki have wrapped a mission with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts…

Mobius took a sip of wine and looked at the dark blue ocean below him. The view was gorgeous. Maybe he should get that infinity pool for their vacation home Loki was always going on about. The god would definitely be demanding a remodel after seeing Tony Stark’s home now anyway. 

“That was a clever trick you pulled today,” Pepper said, coming to stand beside him. “How did you know to bait Slattery with an unfinished Shakespeare manuscript?” 

“Oh, I know you probably can’t tell from my youthful glow, but I’m a lot older than I look,” Mobius chuckled. “I’ve run into a few Trevor Slatterys in my time. They’re surprisingly opportunistic. Figured besting Shakespeare would be too hard for him to resist.”  

“Hm, I see Loki’s not the only clever trickster around. You make a good pair. I imagine he keeps you busy.” 

“You have no idea.”

“Tony thinks you make a good pair too. Although, he thinks it's because you’re opposites.” 

“You don’t?” Mobius asked, turning to face Pepper. 

Pepper shook her head. “No. I think you make a good pair because you’re more similar than you appear. You give him hope that things can be different, see the good in him he doesn’t see himself. And, I suspect, he does the same for you.” 

A contemplative silence filled the air between them. Mobius looked towards the horizon. The stars were only just beginning to appear in the purple twilight sky. A billion worlds in this timeline, safe because of their actions today.  

“Well then,” Pepper continued, “shall we see how our boys are doing? I’m a little nervous leaving them alone so long.” 

“Loki won’t hurt anyone.” 

“Oh, it wasn’t him I was worried about.” 

The pair made their way downstairs to Tony’s workstation where, sure enough, they found the two embroiled in a heated argument. 

“No, stop. Don’t touch that!” Tony swatted Loki’s hands away from some odd-looking contraption on the table before them. 

“I’m not going to break anything,” Loki huffed. 

“Says the guy who destroyed half of New York City.” 

“I’ve already apologized. Twice! Now, will you just-” 

“Ack! I said no touching!” 

Loki rolled his eyes and stepped away. He raised his hands in mock surrender before he flicked his wrist. In a flash of green magic, a piece connecting two parts of the invention fell and was replaced with a glowing piece of metal from across the room. The machine buzzed to life. 

“There,” Loki sighed, “see. It works.” 

Tony gazed wide-eyed at his invention with a cock of his head. “Now that. Hm.” He looked down at his tablet. “I hadn’t…. These readings… How did you do that?”  

“You Midgardians have such a narrow view of science,” Loki grumbled. “I simply harnessed the power within the system you built and re-routed it through a more malleable conductor. Without the restraints, the energy can flow more freely, giving life to itself, creating an indefinite loop.” 

“Huh. That… that works.” 

“Obviously or I wouldn’t have done it. Where I come from, magic and science are one and the same, and I happen to be an excellent mage.”  

Tony glanced back at his tablet once more before he returned his gaze to Loki. His eyes glistened with barely restrained excitement. “Okay smartass, how would you fix this?” 

Tony steered Loki to the back of the room where a suit labeled Mk 22 took a few unsteady steps and collapsed in a heap of metal. Loki tilted his head in eager curiosity and began to work. Magic swirled around him while he murmured explanations to Tony who seemed to hang on every word. It wasn’t long before the two were lost in their own world, debating and testing theories far beyond anyone else's understanding. 

“You’re right,” Pepper chuckled beside Mobius, “they are cute together.”  

“Huh, what was that Pep?” Tony asked. 

“What are you two talking about?” Loki interjected. 

“Oh, did I show you their wedding photo?” Mobius asked, fishing his TemPad out of his pocket. “Adorable.” 

He pulled up the photos he’d saved from Timeline 465281 and passed the TemPad to Pepper. 

“Mobius, whose wedding photo?” Loki repeated while he and Tony approached hesitantly. 

“Aw, Tony! You’re so happy, look!” Pepper shoved the TemPad, equipped with the wedding photo of Loki Odinson and Tony Stark, into the Avenger’s face. Tony’s complexion grew worrying pale while Loki’s face took on a distinctly green hue. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony began in a choked voice, “but in what universe-” 

“Universe 465281 apparently,” Pepper supplied, scrolling through more photos. “You two get your puppy to be ring bearer?? How cute is that?” 

“Might I inquire the location of the nearest restroom?” Loki asked. “I suddenly feel the urge to vomit.” 

“Nope, not in my restroom you’re not," Tony said. "Actually, I think it’s time for you to go. You’ve overstayed your welcome.” 

“For once we are in agreement.” With a poof of magic Loki was dressed back in his standard TVA suit. He straightened his tie. “Tony, I say this with the deepest sincerity, please try to keep out of trouble. I'd really rather not be called in to save you again."

“Right back at you, Bambi,” Tony quipped. 

“Ugh, I’ve already told you,” Loki seethed, barely restrained magic sparking at his fingertips, “I don’t like that-”

“Okay, let’s go.” Mobius steered Loki towards an already open timedoor. “Pepper, Tony, a pleasure. We’ll keep an eye on your timeline for a few days. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll cross paths again."

“Yeah, no. If I have any luck at all, see you never. Buh-bye now,” Tony finished. 

Mobius and Loki stepped back to the TVA. Mobius turned laughing, ready to apologize for keeping the information about Timeline 465281 a secret, but found himself suddenly wrapped in a tight hug from the god. 

“Oof, hey there Lokes. I know I get jealous sometimes but, trust me, I’m not concerned at all about you running off with-” 

“Are you okay?” Loki interrupted quietly. He pulled back with an examining gaze. “What do you need from me? I know today was difficult for you.” 

Mobius’ heart softened at the compassion on Loki’s face and he pulled Loki in for another hug. His headache had long since subsided but his brain was still foggy and he felt more exhausted than he had in months. 

 “I’ll be alright. Thank you Loki. Thank you for seeing what I have a hard time seeing myself.” 

Loki tightened his arms around Mobius and laid a kiss to his brow. “I’m just glad I was there to help you today. You are there so often for me, please don’t shut me out anymore. I want to be here for you. We all want to be here for you; you’re not alone anymore.”   

“I know.” 

The TemPad in Mobius’ pocket gave an obnoxiously loud trill. He’d never heard that sound before. Mobius flinched and pulled it out of his pocket, what was going on now? He let out a soft chuckle of surprise when he saw the message that flashed across the screen. 

728 hours worked. Caseload for Agent MMM5313 frozen. Mandatory vacation required. 

“Well,” Loki smirked, looking over his shoulder, “I see B-15 is putting her Deputy Director privileges to good use. You’re not going to try and argue with her on this, are you?” 

“No,” Mobius laughed. “I’m not. She’s right. I could definitely use a vacation.” 

“Well then Director,” Loki hummed. “Where shall we go?” 

“You know… I was thinking you might be right about a remodel to our vacation home. What do you say we give Stark a run for his money and see who can make the best Malibu beach house?” 

[sequincult]

Return of the Floyd Part 3

(part 1 can be read here) (part 2 can be read here) No matter how stressful the last day may have been the sun will always rise anew, a light dew rests gently upon each blade of grass in troll village. Floyd yawns and stretches as he steps out of the pod, some sleep and a quick bath had him feeling much better than yesterday. 

Though he’d half expected Poppy to be slamming on his door at 5am, oddly she’s nowhere to be seen.

“HIYA FLOYD!” Poppy appears behind Floyd, seemingly out of thin air.

“AAAAAA!!!????” Floyd shrieks in the highest region of his vocal register. “Where were you??”

“Oh you know, I might of hid in your pod and slept there in case you needed anything…” she coyly swings on her heels.

“What??” Floyd thought as he pondered how the hell he could have missed a neon pink troll hiding in his bedroom. “I guess I appreciate the concern?” He replies, careful not to offend her.

“OK Great! We better get going, I’ll lead the way! Oh and yeah, I brought you this.”

She hands Floyd a simple green glove.

“What for?”

“It’s to cover up your hand silly! If other trolls see you like that they might get nervous!”

“Oh. Right.” While he was away Floyd had forgotten how skittish pop trolls can be.

“Sorry if it’s not really your style…”

‘Not his style’ was something of an understatement, it didn’t match his jeans or his hair, but he knew he’d have to wear it just in case.

“It’ll do for now. Thanks.”

After slipping on the glove the pair make their way into the depths of the forest. There’s an uncomfortable quietness for the first ten minutes or so, neither of them know each other very well after all. Poppy hates the feeling of awkwardness crawling down her spine, so she tries to break the ice.

“So uh, hey Floyd? What was Branch like when he was younger?”

“Well… he was a very cute baby, and he loved wearing those ridiculous giant glasses John gave him.” he giggles. “As he got older he really liked to try and help us all out, even though he wasn’t physically able to most of the time. Being a baby and all. But him and I ended up very close, especially as Brozone started to fall apart…”

Poppy’s stride suddenly halts, as if the earth stopped moving and its weight fell entirely upon her feet.

“WAIT…You’re THE Floyd? BROZONE Floyd??” She begins hyperventilating, and if she shakes anymore she’d likely explode.

“Crap.” Floyd suddenly remembers that he’s actually talking to another troll and not just himself. “Oh haha yeah.. that’s me.” he forces his mouth into a somewhat disturbing grin. “The sensitive one…”

Poppy’s mind spins with endless thoughts. She LOVED Brozone… How did she not notice he was THAT Floyd. He has to be joking right? And anyway, there’s no way Branch could’ve been in a boyband! The thought of that alone was enough to break her out of her stupor.

“So that means Branch has FIVE brothers right? No, wait…. You said glasses” Her eyes sparkle as she puts the pieces together. “That must mean Branch was-“

“Bitty B?” Floyd interjects. “Haha! That was him alright… Though it’s-“ he sighs deeply. “It’s just hard to imagine. Seeing how he is now.” His mood turns dour, his steps a little more laboured. “Hey, could we maybe talk about something else? It’s kinda hard to think about what happened back then.”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry. I’ll try and think about something else” she replies, still noticeably vibrating with excitement.

After a few more minutes of silent walking, Poppy simply can’t hold in her curiosity any longer.

“So… do you have any photos of Branch when he was a baby?”

“POPPY.” Floyd turns to her and snarls. “What did I just say?” 

“ACK!!! Ohmygosh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to it’s just… I was kind of a huge Brozone fan as a kid and that part of me is freaking out right now. I’m really sorry, I had no idea being in the band was so difficult for you.”

He immediately feels bad for yelling. It wasn’t like him to shout like that, and it’s not like she really knows anything about his relationship with his brothers.

“Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper. There’s no way you could have known how rough things got by the end, and after we broke up we all left and stayed silent about what happened.”

“Well, what did happen?”

He rolls his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time and smirks.

“You know, I think I’ve talked enough about my troubled past for one day, maybe some other time.”

“Well hey, thanks for saying what you have, It’s been cool getting to know you.”

Floyd can’t help but admit to himself that it’s nice to talk to someone about this stuff. His ex had hardly been much of a listener, and most Brozone fans just wanted to hear about obnoxious gossip and rumours. Poppy might be a little intense sometimes, but she’s probably the kindest troll he’s ever met.

After walking for what feels like forever, Poppy jumps and points excitedly.

“Hey Floyd look! We’re almost here!!”

“Really? But this looks like any other part of the forest we’ve walked through.” He squints as if doing so will reveal anything.

“Ahah! That’s where you’re wrong… You see, Branch’s bunker can be located by looking for one GIANT rock with three smaller rocks placed on it’s right hand side. Then you check that the plant to the left of the rock has five leaves. Branch always trims it down to five…”

“Wow, you sure know a lot about him.” He sighs, feeling guilty that someone he’d only met yesterday knows more about his brother than he does.

“Oh y’know just a little bit! Nothing much haha! So anyways… you go crouch in those bushes over there, and I’ll try and talk to him. He CANNOT know you’re here or he’ll probably freak out or something.”

“You’re probably right, I’ll go hide over here and try not to look like a complete weirdo.” he sasses before scurrying off into the trees.

Once Floyd is far enough away Poppy waltzes over to Branch’s bunker. She kneels down to the entrance and knocks as politely as she can muster (which is still pretty forceful).

“Hello, Branch? Good morning Branch! Are you awake? I need to talk to you about something.”

The small flap in the grass tilts up slightly to reveal his gloomy eyes and little more.

“Oh, Poppy. It’s you. Let me guess… You’re hosting yet another idiotic soiree and for some godforsaken reason you want me to come. Yeah, it’s a no.”

“Oh Branch. While I am planning on hosting an ‘idiotic soiree’, that’s actually not what I’m here for.” She responds with a slight smug air.

Branch lifts the flap up a little higher, curious. “So what are you here for then? Oh god, it’s about Floyd isn’t it.”

“NO! It’s not.” She frowns as Branch glares into her soul until she finally breaks.

“Okay! Okay! Yeah it’s about Floyd.”

“I knew it. He’s set you up to come beg and plead to me to be nice to him because he’s too much of a coward to do it himself. Typical… I haven’t needed him in my life for over a decade and that’s not gonna change.” His tone saddens slightly. “He only wants me to like him again so he can feel better about himself anyway.”

“That’s not true Branch! He really, really cares about you! Besides, this is more important than you and him getting along. Floyd is… well, effectively homeless and has nowhere to go. My dad’s letting him stay in one of the guest pods for now but he can’t live there forever! Please, let him stay with you.”

“Ha, not a chance. He left me alone, why should I help him? Why is it that I’m the one that always has to compromise.”

“But he didn’t leave you alone! Sure it was naive to think everything would be fine with your grandma but-“

“Don’t you dare use my grandma as way to guilt trip me in to letting Floyd stay here! He’s a grown man now. He can handle himself.” He turns and starts to lower himself back into the bunker. Poppy panics and tries to hold the entrance open with her foot.

“No, no, Branch! I wasn’t going to do that! I would never say anything like that to you! Please, just listen to me!”

“I’ve done enough listening thank you very much! Now, I think it’s time for you to GO.” His voice breaking into a shout.

“Branch! Listen!”

“Nope.”

“BRANCH!”

“NooOOoope!” He snarks in an utterly infuriating tone, putting as much stress as possible on the ‘p’ sound.

“GRRRR! FINE THEN! WAIT. HERE.” Poppy screams before she stomps off in a seemingly random direction. Branch is genuinely startled at her reaction, he’d never heard her shout like that. Or any other troll for that matter. He was glad she was gone though, otherwise she may have noticed him softly blushing. Yet before he can sneak his way back into his home, she’s returned. And with… Floyd?

“LOOK AT HIS HAND. NOW.” She grabs his arm and flings the glove from his palm, revealing its faded tone.

“SEE? FLOYD’S HAND TURNED GREY BEFORE HE RETURNED AND HE NEEDS YOUR HELP. OK???” Tears are starting to form in her eyes as Floyd glances awkwardly toward Branch, who has still barely processed his presence.

“I-I, why didn’t you just tell me he was here I…” 

“I guess I wrongly assumed you might actually listen to me. And after your argument yesterday neither of us thought it would be a good idea for both of us to talk. You can understand that, right?”

“I suppose…” he looks over at his brother, feeling a tinge of remorse. “Look, I’m likely a complete moron for saying this but.. come in. Both of you. BUT you can’t stay here, ok?” He concedes.

Poppy and Floyd nod gently at each other as they enter the elevator, ready to descend and unsure of what’s to come. Whatever happens, at least it’s progress.

[anba20fumetsu]

Top!gn!reader, Dom!gn!reader, Bottom!Leona, Sub!Leona, genital described as a dick, breeding kink, belly bulge, degradation kink, edging, begging, hair pulling kink, asphyxiation, feminisation, anal sex, rough sex, biting, restraints, spit, kinda blood kink, kinda masochist Leona

“What the fuck did you just say?” You spat at him angrily. You looked like you were gonna tear him apart. Leona seeing this reaction to his words only got excited and he decided to add to it more. “You heard me. I should probably find another herbivore to fuck me.” As the words started to leave his mouth you slowly made your way to him not unlike a predator approaching their prey. Your pace, relatively slow but confident. Your face not showing any emotions. For the exception of your eyes, burning with fury. You continued your way around the table towards the sofa. “Seeing as you keep doing a bad job at it. Or maybe I should fuck them.” He continued still excited but progressively more fearful. He resented that emotion, you’re just a herbivore, he shouldn’t be feeling fear. You should be the one scared. He was the predator. As you arrived to him, on the sofa, you stopped in front of him. You stared  down at him and did not say a single word. You simply waited for him to say more. Either an excuse or provoking words. Not that either would change the outcome. 

Leona, seeing you not responding, started to realised that hat he was fucked. He really had done it. But he honestly kinda didn’t care. He was nervous but the excitement overbalanced it. He knew you were gonna get rough and he loved it. So he continued. “What is it? You know I’m right so you can’t respond. Is that what’s happening? I guess I really should go find someo-ack” Shutting him up by slamming your hand on his throat and starting to apply pressure. He really had the knack to make you angry. You applied pressure and pushed his head on the back of the sofa, while shuffling closer. “I knew you were a slut but, fuck Leona. It’s worse than I thought. Is that the only thing you can think of, getting fucked. Said all of this because you want me to fuck you, right? What a pervert you are.” Leona only grew hornier by what you were saying and your hand. He tried to shift a bit to relieve the ache in between his legs, but you quickly put a stop to it by putting pressure on it with your foot. Not expecting this he couldn’t suppress the loud moan that spilled out. He thought that you would move your foot a bit but was proven wrong. You just let it rest here and continued speaking. “See, you’re such a slut, moaning because of my foot. Well you know what Leona, I am gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of anything else than my cum in you. I hope that when tomorrow you won’t be able to walk correctly, you’ll know to think before speaking. Now be a good slut and shut the fuck up.”

You took your foot off him and pulled him up by the hand still on his throat and then quickly slammed him back down now on his front taking your hand off. Then forced his legs apart and stood between them behind his back. Wanting to see what you would do next, Leona turned his head to the side and demanded of you to hurry up. Seeing and hearing this you put your hand on his head and pushed it deeper in the fabric of the sofa while telling him “I told to shut fuck up you dumb bitch. Sluts are only good to be quiet and take what I give them.”   With your other hand , you reached to his front and started taking his belt off and brought it back to tie his hands with. You then opened the buttons of his shirt and shuffled it down. Looking at the bare skin of his back you started to kiss it softly at first. But you rapidly started to bite roughly, making him gasp in pleasure. You were tempted to bite him so hard he would bleed. And you did, tasting blood in your mouth was disgusting but thinking of the mark being left behind aroused you. Adding on to that the sound of Leona moaning, almost screaming really made this whole thing very dangerous. Pulling away from the wound, you saw the blood falling down his back. Leaving behind a trail of pink. You bent down to lick it off.

Continuing you let your hands roam around the expense of his front. You caressed all that you could reach. From his neck to his torso and his nipples that you twist a bit earning a groan out of him. You continued down his stomach and stayed there a bit, arriving at his waist you let your hands grip tight at it and really enjoy the feeling of it. Keeping your hands here, you moved closer to his ass. You pressed yourself to it and rubbed your dick on it. Leona feeling this but not satisfied enough, growled at you. Hearing this you immediately took strands of his hair and pulled hard while warning him to shut up or you wouldn't let him cum. The pulling got rewarded by a high pitched moan turning into whine after hearing your words. Satisfied you started to move your hands closer to his zipper and unzipped it. Taking his pants off him, you continued by brushing your fingers on his shaft covered by his boxers. Starting by circling his head then trail it down to his balls squeezing them a bit. Barely any pressure was applied frustrating Leona by the lack of contact. He decided to press forward onto your hand to get more of the friction. Or maybe you would get annoyed by him and really start to fuck him. But knowing his train of thoughts you let your hand fall off his shaft. Now awaiting Leona’s words and you quickly heard him say “No, fuck, reader, please just please i’m begging you just touch me, fuck me please.” Extremely satisfied with this for now but still surprised as you did not expect him to beg just yet. You put your hand back fully on him this time. Rubbing him through his boxers fully now and biting at his neck too. Your other hand came to his backside and rubbed the whole surface. Swiftly striking it once, then twice and thrice. Each strike brought a moan out of him but as you continued the moan got higher than the previous. Stopping to listen to his sounds, he was now breathing heavily and whining a bit too. He sounded delightfull, he was starting to sound wrecked. But it was only the beginning. 

You took his boxers off and grabbed hold of both cheeks. You kneaded the skin and pulled both of them apart. Your thumb started to softly rub his hole and tried to breach it. Not being able to, you knew you needed lube so you spit on his hole and started to push your index in. You slowly pushed it in, knuckle by knuckle;. You were able to fit the entirety of it. You the tried to slowly move it around. Following the other finger you tried one more and started to scissor him. In the meantime, his breathing started to sound much heavier and whinier. Now able to fit the third finger in, you purposely missed his prostate. Feeling Leona pushing back on your finger and truly whine now. To put a stop on this you struck his ass once on both sides. He screamed out a moan as his backside was now highly sensitive and stopped his movements. Now finished prepping him, you took out your finger. Behind him you opened your pants and took out your cock, spitting on it to lubricate it. You aligned it to his hole and pushed in quickly and just as quickly started moving, knowing he liked the pain brought from this. Leona moaned loud at this and bent his back more to make it hit prostate. You then took a hold out of his hair and pulled hard making him bent his back and rising a bit from the sofa. Bringing his back to your front and switching your hold from his hair to his neck and applied pressure. 

“Fuck Leona if you keep moaning like that I might just fuck a pup into you.”Hearing you tell him this really sealed the deal for him. He quickly cumed at the tough of you, filling him with cum and impregnating him. Cum spurted out of cock and hit the sofa. Your hips moving unforgivingly fast and hitting Leona’s sensitive ass in the process making his moans louder. Your brutal pace not stopping once and continued to hit his prostate dead on. All Leona could think now was your cock sliding in and out of his hole. He was gonna have your seeds in his hole and get pregnant. You switched your hold to him and you took your hand off his neck and put it on his belly. As you did, you felt a bulge there. Touching it a bit you realised what it was and told him ”Look slut, your so fucking small that I’m re-arranging your insides. I’m molding your insides with my cock.” Hearing this he looked down and saw it. His eyes rolled back and he now screamed. It made everything much more real. Feeling him tense up you knew another orgasm was coming. “Soon you’ll have my fucking kids in here. You’ll like that right slut. I’ll make you have my kids then I’ll fuck you again and again. You’ll have no time to think of others. I’ll never let you go. My own fucking slut, no one else.” With that Leona came hard on your cock splitting him apart. He screamed and tensed all over. Soon his whole body began shaking and you felt his hole squeeze around your cock. Feeling yourself come you quickly bite his shoulder hard and came in him. Coming down from your orgasm you felt him go boneless. You rapidly held him by his sides and took him off your cock. You tried to talk to him, but heard nothing. Realising he had fainted you set him on the sofa and took the belt off his hands. You then started to strip him and carried him to the bedroom. Putting him on the bed you left to get a rag, some water and some cream for his wrist. After putting the water on the nightstand, you wiped him down and applied a bit of the cream then put him under the covers. You stripped too, and layed next to him. Putting one of your arms around him and the other went in his hair, slowly caressing it. You finally slowly drifted to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 387: Another Favor

I am mentally stable. I am mentally stable, calm and cool and collected, any time I want to be. I am strong and ready for change. I am in control of myself and the world around me. Despite all this crappp I am not going to freak out. Shhhhh. The power to be better is in my hands. My emotional strength is matched only by my physical strength and I am haha really really strongggg

I stared into the bathroom mirror of the staff bathroom with the best smile I could manage and what I hoped wasn’t a super-crazy look in my eyes. I could feel the ceramic of the counter top threatening to give way under my finger tips and saw the mirror haha shaking from the authority in my voice as I said my affirmation. I took a long, slow, deep breath. Yes, I was strong. I…me! I was in control.

Okay haha enough of that! I need to talk to Marisela before she leaves. I stepped out of the bathroom with the paper I needed. 

Mmm…But actually I am actually really, really proud of myself for not being too upset right now. I mean haha - look at the day I’ve had! The photoshoot stuff was cool this morning (I’m sooo excited to be a TV star haha) but then the lawyers? Ack. They tried to take him away! What the actual F. Are there more of them? Should I look? What would I do if I found them? And then - then! - the girls showed me that security video? The one that showed it was Cici - one of my own girls! - that had trashed his apartment? Ack ack ack!! If I hadn’t been able to center myself with these breathing exercises, these manifestations, I may have haha just she-hulked out right there in the breakroom where they showed it to me. I’m so glad Lakshmi had taken him away to keep him busy, brought him along with her to see some patients. I wouldn’t have wanted him to see my reaction (I didn’t really like that soda machine anyway, I’ll buy us a new one) or know that it was…what was her name?…Cici that did that.  <clack clack clack> My heels echoed loudly through the hallways. I wanted everyone to hear.

Was I angry? I mean, yeah, maybe a little. Both with, uh, Cici and with what happened with those lawyer guys. But I knew what I had to do, had a plan. And hah I didn’t think he’d mind. I liked how it felt, you in my blouse, earlier. Didn’t you? The closer u are the stronger I feel. This’ll let me be really strong. 

I could make it happen, I knew it. I turned the corner as I thought of his little head, buttoned up in my top. Nnngh! Haha we could be even more. It might take some time, and he might need a little convincing, but omigod yes. Yes yes. I needed to keep him safe and I figured what better way than to-

Haha shush, Missy. You have to find that girl. Cici, right? Or Cynthia? Why can I not picture her face? Anyway. Let’s take care of these lawyers first. I had an idea, was headed to who I needed to ask for help. I had the paper. 

<<clack clack clack>>. Thunder cracks through the halls, really loud. The office was otherwise quiet. There were only a few girls left, mostly cleaning up the rooms, and he was somewhere with them. I bet you hear me. Does it make your heart race? Do you get a little nervous? Good. 

Marisela, thankfully, was still at her desk. 

“Hey Melissa.”

“Hey sweetie,” I replied, appearing calm. Marisela had her own little corner in the main office where we let her do her work. She’s really smart. I looked over her shoulder. She had one of her graphic-design programs opened up. “Are you working on the-?“

“Yeah,” she replied, swiveling to me in her chair. Aww she was just so pretty. Her straight black hair was done really nice today, probably for our little company photoshoot. “I just started on it.” She opened up a window for me, but then turned back, finished looking at the screen

“Ooo! looks cool. Hey, listen, I'm just about ready to take him home for the night. Would you mind closing up?” Still proud of myself for not acting crazy. But I could only hold it in for so long. 

“Of course sure yeah,” she replied, “Lakshmi and Josie and I are going ax-throwing. Wanna come?”

“Fun but no,” I answered, “I have something to do at home.” Him. 

Marisela's eyes flittered as she noticed the yellow paper I had in my hand. I’d tried not to crinkle it too much. Her smile crooked as she eyed it. 

 “Let me guess, you have another favor.”

I giggled, and maybe did sound a little crazy. “I do,” I said, handing the paper out to her. She took it, glanced down at it, noticing the signatures and names and all the legal words. They’d dropped it, left it behind. “These people tried to take him,” I said, my voice changing. I felt it, it got deeper. It might have been my imagination but I think the room dimmed. “I want you to help me. Can you do something about this?”

Marisela brought the paper closer to her face. She sniffed it, drawing in a deep breath. Suddenly her eyes widened, and a dark smile that showed a lot of teeth - two of them getting really sharp -  broke her face. Those big brightly pretty eyes flashed. She had fangs. 

“You know what I want?” I asked. She had their scent. 

“Absolutely...”

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[sh1-n0bu]

NOBU OH MY GOD

IM SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH THEM TOMORROW HOLY SHIT

It’s a bit overwhelming but I’m so comfortable around them that I’m excited to spend more time with them (we’ve literally been friends since kindergarten!)

I’m so nervous.. I usually struggle with being foreword but I WAS THE INE TO ASK THEM !!!

I was trying to paint my nails while I was waiting for their response after I asked if their offer for me to spend the night but DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO PAINT YOUR NAILS WHEN TOUR HANDS ARE TREMBLING!???!

I hope you have an amazing day Nobu🫶🏻 your advice on my first ask genuinely helped (I took a screenshot and keep referring to it) ily

ACK

WTF YALL R SRSLY GONNA MAKE ME HAVE CUTE AGGRESSION AND ITS NOT HELPINNNGGGG

also yaaass zuhaaa go and rizz up ur partnerrrr we love to see itttt💅💅💅

[blueikeproductions]

A battered and tired Dan and JD stand in front of Dan’s house after the boiler room incident, JD carrying a duffle bag with his stuff.

Dan: You ready?

JD: -looks nervous but takes a deep breath- Y-yeah.

Dan: -unlocks the door and they walk in- Ma? I’m home!

Dan’s mom upstairs, Liam can be heard making baby noises: Daniel? You’re home already? What about the pep rally?

Dan: Um. -rubs his bandaged arm and JD just looks mortified and embarrassed- Let’s just say it got too intense and leave it at that. Can you come down for a minute? Uh, Jason’s here too!

JD: Uh greetings and salutations, Mizz Danny-boy’s ma!

Dan’s mom still upstairs, but they hear excited thumping as she runs down stairs: THE infamous JASON? I finally get to meet this dark horse of a pal of your-

Dan’s mom, a portly almost middle aged gal with a tattooed arm, her messy grey-brown hair tied up in a haphazard bun, cocooned in a AC/DC bandana stops in front of the boys, stunned upon seeing JD- Oh my god, Jocelyn…?! -she grabs JD’s face and gives him a look over-

JD: -muffled- Ack, that was my mom’s name…!

Dan’s mom: -tearing up- You’re the spitting image… Oh my god…!

JD: -thinks back to his angry dad, still muffled- So I’ve heard…

Dan: Wait, you… you KNEW Jason’s mom?

Dan’s mom: Of course I did, Daniel! You never told me your bestie was MY old bestie’s boy! -releases JD- Oh Jocelyn and I were inseparable in middle school and high school, she was a delicate, sweet thing but … well she had her demons like we all do, but we completed each other like PB&J! And then she met that rotten banana Bud Dean Senior Year. Ugh, what an asshole.

Dan and JD look at each other awkwardly.

Dan’s mom: I dunno what she saw in that grease ball, but after graduation I never heard from her again. Bud inherited his father’s construction business and took Jocelyn away to Ridgemont, California. Anyhoo, look at me ramble, how IS your mom, Jason?

JD: She’s … uh dead. Died when I was eight.

Dan’s mom: …What…? Oh no. Honey I’m so sorry. -sighs- Dammit Jocelyn I knew this would happen, you poor angel. I guess that means you’ve been stuck with Dud Bud during your formative years…

JD: Not anymore. Big Bud landed with a big thud earlier today. …So I heard.

Dan’s mom can’t help but get a perverse glee out of this, but tries and fails to keep it contained: Hohoho, so THAT’S what all that hullabaloo on the news was about earlier. I was busy with Liam and wasn’t paying attention. -clears throat- Still, I’m -dark snickers- so sorry for your loss, Jason. -snrks, but clears throat again-

JD: Yeah no, no need to be …polite, I get it. Dad was a shit slurping bastard. Er pardon my French…! But uh that’s kinda what Danny-boy and me wanted to talk about… -gently sets his duffle bag down, Fangry’s beast mode head pokes out of the bag slightly. -

Dan: Yeah, JD and his Pop were squatting in the apartment complex down town, but since Pop … popped, the landlord kicked JD out and his dad’s stuff was repo’d.

JD: Yeah I’m pretty much wearing all that I own at the moment, and with all the rough patches and moving around growing up I don’t really have a place t’go… -shuffles his feet awkwardly, blushing, looks embarrassed but hopeful- I … I was hoping I could stay here for a while? At least until I get my shit together… Danny-boy offered and…

Dan’s mom gives the suddenly sheepish Dan a look: Oh he did, did he? -smiles and hugs them both tightly- Of course you can stay! It’ll be a little cramped, you’ll have to room with Daniel and Liam since that’s the only other available room. And before you ask, forget the couch: we’re in the middle of trying to get a new one, y’see, but Roland refuses to throw that dreadful moth ridden monstrosity out. -points to the living couch which cartoonishly coughs and collapses to one side, a spring pops out of it for effect-

JD: -looking at the couch- Yikes… -shakes head- I mean, NICE! T-thank you. -looks more relaxed and happy-

Dan’s mom: -smiles still hugging them both- It’ll be nice to catch up with Jocelyn too, indirectly… but I’m sure you have stories. -pauses, sniffs them both, releases the hug and recoils slightly- Yeesh, I dunno what went on at that pep rally, but you two reek of sweat and wood smoke.

Dan: Aw Ma we can’t be THAT ba- -sniffs his arm- Holy cats, is this what was meant by smelling gangsta?

Dan’s mom: -pushes them towards the stairs- You boys go upstairs and wash up, and neither of you come back down until you smell better! I’ll get supper in the meantime and tell Roland what’s happening. You boys in the mood for KFC?

Dan: Sure…? JD: It’s finger licking good…?

Dan’s mom: I think you’ll fit in just fine here, Jason. -gets her keys and heads out the door-

JD: Fit in, she says. Me? -smiles- Who’d a’thunk it.

Dan: Better late than never, right? Welcome home, bro. -one arm hugs him and they go upstairs-

[frost-queen]

i haven’t even read it yet. i just got out of the shower and checked my tumblr notifs and oh my gosh when i tell you that i am so excited, i am so excited. i saw it and i started jumping up and down, LITERALLY. and squealing, covering my mouth with my hands and gasping. girl I HAVENT EVEN READ IT YET AND MY HEART IS POUNDING IN MY CHEST!!! I’m actually so excited you don’t even KNOW. okay imma go lie in bed now and read it. and you better believe i’ll reblog it once im done and tell you how much i loved it cause I KNOW. i am going to love it. LSNXOENDODJ ACK IM SO EXCITED!!

AAAHHHH NOW I AM EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ IT. I so hope you love it... hihi your reaction is so sweet 🥰🥰🥰🥰 now I am nervous to hear your reaction 😬 I so hope you like it

[lycianlynx]

a spoonful of sugar // devoted hearts ♡

estians​:

Maybe it’s a bit silly, but Est really does want to make a good impression!

Life in Fódlan…well, it gets a bit lonely. Making friends has never been a problem for her, but having to start entirely from scratch has made the experience all the more exhausting. Aside from a few familiar faces from home and Valentia, she doesn’t know anyone here, not really. But that can change, starting now!

Her uniform’s not the most exciting thing, but Est didn’t exactly have a lot of time to pack more fancy clothes with her. The academy uniform is nice, though! A flower crown rests on the top of her head to make up for her lack of attire— nothing more Day of Devotion than flowers everywhere, right?— and she tests the pins tucked into her hair to keep it in place a few times when her head bobs as she skips down the path to the monastery’s ballroom. She can play the waiting game. Micaiah had said they would be rearranging the cutlery and that can’t be too difficult to spot.

Est doesn’t have to wait for long either. Her eyes catch on a student by one of the tables almost immediately, drawn to the way they’re moving the cutlery around. Is that what rearranging was supposed to mean? It looks more like a performance to her!

“Wow, you’re really good at that!” Her head cants to the side, eyes sparkling as she beams at the stranger— and perhaps future friend? Surely they were the one, right? “I’m Est! If they told you to rearrange the cutlery, then that must make you my partner. It’s nice to meet you, hee hee!”

The knife they’re twirling spins to a halt as they visibly jump at the sudden presence talking to them, before reversing it’s course between their fingers to land back where it started with a soft clink. If they only just avoided choking on the cupcake, that’s between them and Elimine. Brown eyes dart up to a vision of pink, a perfect compliment to the day’s festivities — And it’s reflex that they try to duck back behind a high collar that isn’t there right now. A moment passes, as they set their unfinished cupcake on their unused plate and clear their throat.

Huh, the icing matches her hair, too, the sprinkles much like the flowers adorning it. Should he have bothered wearing flowers, too? Ack, too late to ponder that.

“I, um, yeah,” the boy replies, sheepish. “It isn’t much,” reflexive humility, their hands flex, before their fingers loosely interlace into eachother to keep from fidgeting. “But I’m glad you think so.”

“And, yeah, I was told to rearrange my cutlery.” Their thumbs twiddle a bit, all nervous energy — The girl, Est, does look like the nice sort, if a bit energetic. Reminds him, a bit, of Maria, in a rosier palette, closer to spring than fall or winter. His lips don’t quite cooperate, but the tentative hope that shines in his eyes should make up for his lackluster smile.

Fingers unlace as he stands, then sticks out his hand by way of greeting, a bit awkward, unsure how to navigate the matchmaker’s nature of this party with no sun to shadow, no opportunity to disappear in the sidelines. “Hi, Est.” He tests the weight of her name on his tongue. It’s nice. He could get used to it. “Uh, I’m Chad. S’nice to meet you too.”

A pause. She’s cute, but he can’t promise much of anything, and so; “’m kinda new, just looking for friends here, and the cupcakes and pastries are good. Is that okay?” Another pause. “Y’wanna share?” And another. “I could also show you how to spin the...” He gestures loosely at the knife he’d just set down. “Y’know. Too. Yeah?”

[avatar-saiki]

The Demon Prince is Strange

Diavolo/reader, 4.6k words

Summary:

Inspired by the Halloween Prank Problems event

The thought of an all powerful demon willfully falling into a pitfall was amusing and unexpectedly attractive to me, so I had to write about it. Please enjoy a shy reader x Diavolo fic!

The Devildom Prank War, apparently an annual tradition wherein denizens were divided into two teams, End Masks and Dead Circus, set to play all sorts of ridiculous pranks on one another to begin celebrating the birth month of the rising Demon King.

Or at least… that’s what everyone kept telling you. You were fairly certain no such prank war occurred last year, but not a single one of them had slipped up or given you any indication that that wasn’t the case.

Even Luke, who was happily humming along to some unknown song while mixing cookie dough, had no trouble telling you all about these supposed pranks that happened last year.

“Did Satan see what Barbatos and I did yet?” he asked, looking up at you with his eyes so bright and full of excitement. “Oh tell me he did!”

Yeah, whatever was going on here you’d play along to the best of your ability.

“He sure did! You should’ve seen his face!” you said, unable to help laughing at the memory. “Oh he was so peeved. I think he spent hours trying to fix all the covers again. He might still be sorting through them all.”

Luke’s excitement dimmed ever so slightly, “Really? You don’t think he’s too upset, do you? Oh… maybe we should’ve thought of something else…”

“No, it was great!” you said, quick to comfort the little angel. “Honestly, it was so clever. You pranked him and didn’t hurt any of his books at all!”

He dolloped dough onto a sheet pan, a small bashful smile on his face. “Mm, that’s what I was hoping for! Something fun that wouldn’t make him mad.”

You nodded and reached out to take the pan, but he grabbed it and turned on his heel, stubbornly walking to the oven to place them inside without your help. It was a habit that would die hard, but how could you not want to help him when he always turned his face away from the heat before stuffing the pan inside and shutting the door quick?

It was so cute!

While the cookies baked, you and Luke made some smalltalk about pranks and what’d he’d been up to lately. Still shy and nervous around demons, it was something special to see how much he’d started to open up and learn to speak for himself. He even tried to gently ask what pranks the brothers might have planned, though he did backtrack quickly because he didn’t want to be accused of cheating.

It wasn’t like you really had much to tell him anyway yet, their pranks had only just begun.

You took a moment to jot down a few quick notes about the pranks you’d seen so far, still lost in how you might judge or grade any of them… some were more clever than others… some larger, some small. Some were-

“Cookies are ready!” 

You snapped the notebook shut and pocketed it, reaching for one of the cookies. “Yum, these look great, Luke!”

“I hope they’re good! I tried a new recipe and added a few extra spices to make them more complex,” he said with a proud smile, picking up one for himself.

“I’m sure they’re great,” you said, taking a bite just as he did, expecting something memorable and…

And…

His nose wrinkled and he turned to spit into the sink. “Ack! What… salty? Why did it taste so salty?”

You set the cookie down and covered your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to swallow, but the longer it lingered on your tongue the dryer it felt.

“Wait! Let me get you some water!” 

A glass was passed and drained, washing the saltiness away much to your relief.

“Ah, thanks that helped,” you said, setting the cup down in the sink. “You didn’t get that recipe from Solomon, did you?”

“No!” His cheeks turned a rosy shade and he frowned at the pan of cookies. “I was so sure I put enough sugar in… I even added a few-“ He gasped and ran over to the pantry, pulling out the container of sugar.

“It’s salt! Someone switched the labels!”

“What, really?” You walked over, peering over his shoulder at the containers. “You sure?”

“Yeah, see! Taste this one,” he said, pointing to the salt jar.

“Ah… I dunno, I think I had enough salt for the rest of the week,” you said in a half-hearted joke, making him pout. “Alright, alright.” 

You picked up a spoon and scooped up a very small amount, tasting with only the slightest touch of your tongue expecting to cringe away again but it was sweet.

“Hey, you’re right! That wasn’t salt!”

Luke sighed and pushed the containers back, picking at the labels to switch them over again. “I guess the End Masks got me… I should’ve been more careful.”

Well, it could’ve been worse.

“I’ve mixed up salt and sugar before too, and no masked weirdo came messing around in my kitchen.” That made him laugh a little, but then he sighed. “I’m sorry… I wanted to make treats for everyone but it looks like they’re all ruined now.”

You glanced from the disheartened angel to the batch of salted cookies, a mischievous thought already forming.

“Well… you could still give them to the End Masks.”

“But they’re-“ He turned, realization dawning in his eyes. “Oh… that’s a great idea!”

“What’s a great idea?”

A sudden chill ran down your back, as it always did, at the newcomer’s voice.

“Oh? Did you bake cookies, Luke?” Diavolo asked, striding in with a regal and confident air that never quite matched his personality. “May I have one?”

“No!” Luke said quickly, rushing over to the pan. “I- I mean, no, sorry! These are no good, they’re for a prank!”

“Is that right?” His amber eyes fixed on you, his voice warm and honeyed as he stared into the depths of your soul. “Our impartial judge wouldn’t happen to be helping you cheat now, would they?”

“Of course not! I would never let them cheat!”

“I-I mean, uh…” You reached across your body to rub your arm, knowing full well he could see through lies.

It was the thoughts of what else he could see that made you uneasy.

“Does it clear me if I fell for the prank too?” 

You’d meant it as a joke, but Luke’s face fell again. 

“Sorry…”

Shit.

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

Before you could rectify your mistake in offending the little angel again, Diavolo’s boisterous laugh filled the room.

“You’re always full of such fun no matter where you go, aren’t you?” He turned, nodding for you to follow, “The sky’s nice and clear tonight. Why don’t we go for a stroll together?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d invited you to join him in something casual, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but…

You swallowed the instinctive fear rising in your throat, giving your best effort to keep your voice calm.

“Outside? With you?”

“Yes?” The question seemed to surprise him, but he chuckled again. “Unless you’re busy, though I can’t say I find it fair if the judge is helping our Dead Circus with our pranks…”

This fear caused by the soul detecting the presence of demons was one you’d felt since day one, and while it was something you’d become accustomed to, learned from and hell even relied on a few times to get you out of dodge, it was nigh impossible to just ignore it in the soon-to-be-freaking-demon-king’s presence!

“No, I don’t need any help!” Luke insisted, snapping you out of your stupor with a gleeful defiance. “Just watch, I’ll prank them all on my own this time!”

Just as demons instilled fear within the hearts of man, angels could so easily soothe it…

You breathed out a steady breath, embracing the smile Luke’s charm had given and met Diavolo’s gaze… 

Mostly.

Looking at his eyebrows was close enough.

“Sure, I could use a walk.”

Diavolo’s brief smile and Luke’s parting, ‘Have fun!’ sent you along your merry way, keeping your back straight and eyes forward.

Just don’t think about the way your knees seemed to shake with every step, the urge to flee rising the further you traveled from the little angel’s joy.

Diavolo walked ahead, leading you outside along the cobblestone path that joined many buildings together, making navigating through the cursed and winding trees much more feasible. So many had become lost to the forest before the paths had been laid down…

The thought made you shiver, so many things truly were destined to be unfriendly here. Diavolo seemed to notice and glanced back.

“Are you feeling cold? Would you like my jacket?”

“What?” You looked up at him, thoughts of Lucifer losing his shit that you’d take something from Diavolo- Lord Diavolo- so casually racing through your mind. “Oh, n-no, no! I’m not cold!”

His smile faltered slightly, and he let go of his lapel. “I see…”

Wait-

Could rejecting his kindness offend him?

Maybe this was one of the many gestures he’d wanted to make as a show of peace.

“It looks better on you anyway!” You offered awkwardly. “I, uh, I like the hat too…”

Yeah that sounded like the fakest compliment you’d ever-

“Really?”

His eyes illuminated in the night, and he reached up to remove the hat, sweeping it around in a well practiced bow. So quick and fluid, it happened so naturally you wondered just how dexterous a demon could be. The control they carried within themselves at all times was both impressive and daunting.

“Why, thank you,” he said, giving you a charming grin as he stood and returned his hat to his head. “I should remember to pass along your praises to Barbatos and Simeon, they worked hard to coordinate our team’s costumes for this year.”

“Did they?” You followed him naturally as he turned and began to walk again. You really had to stop overthinking so much. Instincts be damned, demons were nothing like they’d been portrayed in stories. “I had no idea.”

“Mhm, though I imagine Levi might’ve helped too considering he has some experience in costumes.”

“Ah, true! His cosplays are amazing, aren’t they? I had no idea he could sew when we first met!”

Diavolo chuckled fondly, “Yes the brothers can be so unpredictable at times, but so talented too. It amazes me even to this day all the fantastic things they can do.”

He almost sounded… envious. But how could a being so powerful envy anyone? “Well,” You briefly reflected on the many, many times Levi had also flooded various locations with impulse summonings of Lotan. “I wouldn’t say everything they do is fantastic.”

His laughter carried over the trees, stirring warmth in your heart. 

Something in it always reminded you when you were younger… less jaded… more carefree.

It was… nice.

“Very true! Though, I will admit our lives here have changed for the better since their arrival.”

The sentiment sparked your curiosity, but before you could ask he stopped again, his amber eyes taking your breath away.

“Your arrival has done wonders as well.”

“O-Oh I don’t know about that,” you said, ever quick to downplay your involvement in anything. “I haven’t really done anything…”

“Do you still believe that?” he asked, gaze unwavering. “Even after forming pacts with each of them? Traveling to all three realms?”

“W-Well most of those just sort of happened…”

His smile widened.

“Do you even discredit the ripples of change you’ve caused with the friendships you’ve made?”

“I-I…” 

You stared into his eyes, enraptured by their warm glow like a soft candlelight. So easily it could burn if one strayed too close, and yet…

“You can meet my eyes more easily now, does that mean you’re finally comfortable around me?”

You ducked your head in an instant and he chuckled, albeit more reserved this time.

“I suppose I spoke too soon,” he said gently, starting to walk down the path again.

You let him get a few steps ahead before mumbling, “Sorry…”

“Oh no, think nothing of it!” The ease of his response made you feel even worse, and you looked up to see him walking with his hand raised. 

“I… well, I can’t say I understand, but I can imagine well enough.”

That only stirred guilt in your heart. Were you really so shallow and naive to keep the kindest demon you’d ever met at a distance all for what? Fear of the unknown power?

“D- Lor-“ You bit the tip of your tongue, unsure what to say. As much as he’d encouraged you to say his name, Lucifer had always made it a point to show respect too.

And…

And you should show respect. 

He was the future Demon King, holding both the status and unfathomable power that came with the title.

Something in his eyes when he turned back to you felt almost as if one of those powers might be peering into your mind…

But still, he simply smiled and turned away yet again.

Keep that distance, no matter how he might tempt for familiarity.

“Why don’t we refocus on the task at hand?” His posture was straight, voice light and playful. “The End Masks have started making their moves so I’m sure it’ll make for an exciting day.”

So easily he appeared to change his moods, but did they really?

“You like getting pranked?” you asked, holding your wrist behind your back and following after him. “Really?”

“Yes, of course! It’s the one time each year everyone gets to go all out. In fact I—”

He paused with an arm outstretched and you stopped with him, instinctively looking around. 

“What? Is there something here?”

“Stay there a moment if you would,” he said, “we’re among the most likely of locations now… I wouldn’t want you to get caught in something with me.”

Right, that made sense.

“Okay, I’ll just wait here then…”

“Splendid!” He strode out, “Now if I had to guess, I think—“

The cobblestone gave way and Diavolo vanished from view, falling into the pit in the blink of an eye.

“D-Dia!” You cried out, running toward the pit’s edge and falling to your knees, anxiously peering in.

Logic said he was fine, but your heart said—

A low, rumbling laugh carried up from the pit, happier than ever.

“A pitfall! Classic!”

“D… Dia?” you repeated dumbly, searching the massive cavern for any signs of life. It was so deep, swallowing the moonlight just as easily as it’d consumed the young demon lord, nothing but a blank abyss.

“Phew.” Some scuffling down below and a few rocks teetering over the edge were all you could glean from the sight, the echoes of his voice reverberating upward. “And quite a deep one at that.”

Your legs gave out and you sat on the ground, holding a hand over your racing heart. 

He… he was fine.

Of course he was fine!

He was basically the new Demon King!

“Upsidasy!” You heard him call but hardly registered it, too focused on settling your heart in your chest.

Why the hell did you panic like that?!

The demon rose from up the pit, leaping out as if it had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience and landing at the edge with a flourish. He turned to brush dust off his shoulders, a smile on his lips. “Not bad! Not bad at all! That was deeper than last year’s and better concealed!”

You stared at him stupidly while he took off his hat and shook dirt from his coat.

“Are you… okay?”

Your heart simply refused to believe your eyes and mind, that was all.

“Mm?” He glanced at you, then held out his hands as if he could embrace the sky itself. “Never been better! I couldn’t let all that effort go to waste, after all.”

It was so strange… By now you should be used to rationality and intuition to be forever at odds, such was the way of the denizens of the Devildom. But this… this worry was…

“If I had to guess, this feels like the work of… Mammon and Leviathan?”

His voice was getting closer, but it felt so far away.

Why would you… worry for… the demon king?

He knelt down before you and reached out, gently tipping your chin up just enough for you to see his face. 

“More importantly,” he said, his voice growing softer, “you called me ‘Dia’ just now, didn’t you?”

Ice pierced your heart, stopping its panicked flutter in an instant.

Fuck.

You did.

You leaned away from him, trying to find your feet. “O-Only because I panicked!” 

He said nothing, offering a hand but letting you stand on your own before he rose and brushed the last bit of dust off his knees.

“Is that a nickname you wish to give me?”

Gods be damned, where do you look? The spooky trees? Your stupid feet? The massive demon standing before you?

Ugh, your idiocy just made you want to throw up.

“N-No it was just- it just came out easier that’s all. I wasn’t- I’m sorry, please I didn’t mean-“

He held up a hand, amused by your embarrassment. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you’d like to call me that once in a while,” he said, a gentleness in his voice.

Hell’s bells, first panic and now this. 

All this up and down was making your head spin.

“I don’t know if that’d be appropriate for me to do…” Lucifer would definitely lose it. Mammon might get upset thinking there was something between you two. And Levi… and Asmo… and… ugh.

“Then in private,” he said, eyes meeting yours with a fervor that left you speechless. “Promise me you’ll call me that in private.”

“I… uh…” You swallowed as if that might temper the heat rushing to your face. “Can I ask why?”

“Why?” he echoed as if surprised it was even a question. Then he smiled again.

“Why, because it’s the first time I’ve heard you willfully say my name.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn’t find your voice, lost in eyes so warm it almost felt… comforting… to gaze upon them.

How quickly things could change, was this another facet of a demon’s charm?

“Think on it, at least,” he said, unperturbed as he guided you around the pitfall. “We should start heading back, the prank war’s nearly finished.”

“Yeah… sure.”

You heard yourself answer, but had it really been your voice? It sounded so strange in your ear.

Once you’d returned, your mind was less than focused while everyone piled into the banquet hall and began comparing (arguing) over who’s pranks were best and which tactics had been most effective. Your notes had been thorough, but it was so hard to choose. What was even the criteria for a winning team? The Dead Circus might’ve been more crafty, but End Masks had made up for it in numbers and size. 

Though…

Some felt more like traps and less like pranks if you thought long enough about it. 

Unless the trap was counted as a prank if one knew the target could escape it relatively unscathed? Ugh, this is why you hated being the judge. It was almost impossible to decide who won with so many different things to compare!

Among the sea of eager voices, Lucifer’s sarcastic suggestion at an overtime round was just the saving grace you needed. A costume contest with a well-delivered line, what could be better than that? Simple and to the point. Easy to pick from if they all stuck to the same rules, right? It even came with the added bonus of delaying the awkwardness of having to choose a winning (and indirectly losing) team!

But… of course nothing would ever be that easy.

Line by line, you couldn’t help laughing as each of your friends gave it their best. Some took it much more seriously than others, and a few made even your heart race. Apparently Seductive Speechcraft was within the rules as well, which seemed a little unfair.

Damn your sappy human heart!

But when it was Diavolo and Solomon’s turn…

Diavolo stepped forward proudly, large loose-fitting dragon onesie almost cartoonishly absurd on his figure. Its dragon hood draped over his head with felt eyes not nearly as fierce as the ones captured within its maw. Even the tail, long and plush, swished side to side in a dopey wag when he walked, making it so so hard to keep a straight face. 

It wasn’t at all what you’d expect from him.

“W-What’re you wearing?” you asked, trying to maintain composure and failing miserably.

“Mm?” he hummed, then gestured to himself. “I thought this onesie might be fun.”

“Huh,” Solomon walked beside him, dressed in his own plushie onesie of a wolf with a big fluffy tail. “Looks like we had the same idea.”

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to smile.

Of all the things they could’ve chosen-

The most powerful demon and human-

Side by side, wearing ridiculous-

Wait a minute.

“Well,” Diavolo tugged on one of the hood’s strings, making the dragon’s snout wiggle while giving Solomon a sly glance. “It’s all about how you present it, right?”

No, you’re overthinking it again.

“That’s true enough,” Solomon said with an easy smile.

“Here, I’ll go first…” Diavolo turned to you and raised up his hands, hooking his fingers like claws and letting out a low growl. “Trick or treat! Surrender to me, or I’ll smoke you!”

You blinked, still a little out of it and wondering just how intentional these onesies were.

“… Get it?” Solomon asked, looking at you with a smirk.

Diavolo growled again, clawing at the air. “Because I’m a dragon!”

A laugh slipped out, and you shook your head. 

“Okay I’ll admit, that was kind of cute.”

“Haha!” Diavolo crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. “I’m on fire!” 

The pure joy in his words made your heart race, but it nearly stopped when he caught your eye for a brief moment, almost as if he’d been waiting for it.

“And I’ll have you by my side.”

That candle’s flame, promising warmth and comfort if you would only reach out and-

Before you could make a fool of yourself again, sputtering nonsense or saying something even cheesier, Solomon cut in.

“I’m up next, then.”

Blessedly, his attempts at swaying your favor saved you from looking even more foolish in front of Diavolo, but all too soon it was time once again to choose a winner.

It should’ve been easier now, but picking an individual to win was even harder than picking a team!

It didn’t help that you’d become so fond of everyone in the past year… all for different reasons… 

But it wouldn’t be fair to judge by personal feelings…

Ugh, why did they always make you the judge? It was torture!

Stupid demons.

That was exactly why, wasn’t it?

Jerks.

“Just choose whomever you thought was best,” Lucifer said, voice calm but flirting on the edge of annoyance. “Sooner rather than later, if you don’t mind.”

“Right… well I…” You looked across the room, seeing so many eager faces and feeling oh so painfully human in this moment.

“I… think I liked D- Lord Diavolo’s best…” you said, managing to speak clearly while feeling heat slowly rise up your neck.

“WHAT?!” At least four brothers exclaimed while even Diavolo looked stunned.

“I… I won?” he said, pointing at himself in surprise.

“Congratulations, Young Master.” Barbatos said, ever prompt to praise.

Lucifer left your side to deal with the ramifications of loss among his family, and Diavolo strode over to your side with a toothy grin.

“The onesie was a good idea, then?”

“I…” You blushed and looked away. Oh gods, Asmo was sobbing. This would take some time to heal again. “It caught me off guard… I didn’t expect you to dress in something so…”

“So…” He leaned down, arms crossed and expression mischievous. “So, what?”

“Shall I begin packing up your things?” Barbatos interjected, and you looked at him confused.

“Packing my things? What for?”

Barbatos looked equally puzzled. “Why, to move in with the Young Master of course.”

“I… what?”

“Oh this’ll be so fun! There are so many empty rooms in the castle you could use! Actually, Barbatos, I want you to prepare them a room closest to mine if you would.”

“Certainly.” The demon butler bowed his head and turned on his heel, weaving around the scuffling and heading toward what you assumed to be your room to pack your things.

“Wait! I thought…”

Wasn’t the prize supposed to be for the teams?

Though… the Dead Circus all lived in different places…

And more often than not these contests usually ended with you staying where you always stayed anyway.

“It seems not only have I finally broken through your fear and heard you say my name, but now…”

His voice.

It was different now.

You looked up to see Diavolo had drawn himself to his full height, grinning down at you with eyes shining.

How could one possibly look so regal in a dragon onesie?

You swallowed, the tumultuous feeling rising again just as your stomach felt it might drop through the floor.

Power.

That’s how.

“I look forward to what new experiences living together for a year will bring.”

“I-I… didn’t think that was…”

He tilted his head slightly, questioning.

“I-It wasn’t a real prize, right? I mean… what kind of prize is that anyway? Living with me for a year? Wasn’t it a joke?”

His expression changed ever so slightly, unreadable.

Neutral.

Then he sighed and crossed his arms. “Well, that is what you agreed to, but I suppose I can’t force it from you if you’d misunderstood.”

Hah.

No demon would ever say that.

He looked up you followed his gaze, watching as Lucifer herded everyone out and scolded them for their embarrassing behavior and ordered them to clean up the messes that remained from theirs and the Dead Circus’ pranks as punishment.

“But,” His low voice drew your attention upward again, “we could come up with an alternative arrangement instead. Something to my liking of course since I am the victor.”

That sounded more like a demon.

“I don’t really know what else I have to offer,” you said in a lame attempt at a joke.

Diavolo, of course, laughed anyway and clapped a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself!” He leaned down to meet your eye level, his voice dropping lower, “You have plenty.”

You swallowed again, eyes so warm but his voice sent chills down your spine.

This feeling would never truly go away, would it?

“But I will admit what I want most is your time,” he said, eyes drifting down along the curve of your neck, “there’s a compromise somewhere, I’m sure… but we can discuss it later.”

“Discuss wh—“

He straightened again, holding your shoulder firm. “Lucifer, I’ll be heading back with my prize now. Please see to it that Barbatos is able to find all their items for me.”

“Yes, yes.” Lucifer waved him off tiredly, “Do as you like.”

“Wait, I’m not sure I want—“

Diavolo squeezed your shoulder, his eyes gentle but wanting.

“Give me this one night, at least,” he murmured.

“I did say I’ll have you by my side.”

You swallowed, feeling yourself slowly give into the fire’s warmth, unsure just what exactly caused your knees to shake.

[aslitheryprinx]

can we get a part 2 to the smolbois inc story? What happens next to Tommy?

Sure!

Sorry this is so long; I haven't figured out how to add the read more section, and I kept thinking of more I wanted to add.

TW for a panic attack!

Rising Tensions part 2

How was he going to get out of this one?

When in doubt, Tommy thought, bluff your way out.

"And how do you know it wasn't a mouse?" He asked, acting offended. The giants exchanged a look.

"It's fucking rude to accuse someone you just met of stealing, did you know that? You're being rude right now," he said.

"You were sneaking around our house," Tubbo pointed out. Tommy puffed himself up, glaring at the giant with all the indignation he could muster.

"And did you consider that I'm lost, big man? Maybe I just wandered into your house by accident. Now you've accused me of sneaking and stealing." Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"You came out of the walls," the taller giant said.

"Well… well," Tommy stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, "well, that's how I accidentally wandered in! We found these caves and found these caves, and they were all twisty and shit and we got lost and then ended up here." He realized his mistake and tried to backtrack. "I mean I got lost-"

"We? There are more of you?" Tubbo asked eagerly. Tommy felt a shiver of unease. Wasn't Tubbo some sort of scientist? Anything that made him sound that excited worried him. Besides he wasn't going to sell out his family just because the giant noticed his fuck up.

"It was just a slip of the tongue, man, fuck off!" He snapped.

"It sounds more like a slip up that you didn't want us knowing about. And you said 'we' twice," Tubbo argued, seeing right through his bullshit. Tommy stiffened. Why was he so bad at lying? Was Tubbo going to try and lure his family out now?

"Why are you trying to hide that there's more of you? Are you some sort of secret agent? Probably not, you're shit at lying. Maybe you're hiding someone important like a prince or government official! Or you're part of a traveling circus!" Tubbo rambled.

"There's not more of me, you dick!"

Tommy was having trouble staying calm. He'd been too busy trying to bullshit his way out of trouble that he hadn't focused on the situation he was actually in. What was going to happen to him? What would the giants do to him? If they caught his family, what would they do to them?

"Are you going to fucking let me go, now?" He snapped, only a tiny bit of the nervousness he felt creeping into his voice.

"Sure," Ranboo said.

"No," Tubbo said at the same time. Tommy's heart dropped.

"What do you mean no," Ranboo asked, sounding confused.

"I still have more questions! He can't go yet!" The smaller giant whined. So he wanted to keep Tommy here? Like a prisoner- or worse, a fucking pet. Breathing suddenly seemed really hard to Tommy.

"Like what?" Ranboo asked. Tubbo's eyes shone with excitement as he started to list off questions.

"Like where he's been living this whole time- I don't buy the mouse thing, I think it's been him and whoever else the whole time. It explains why there was no mouse shit. Also why is he here in the first place? And I wanna know about humans! What do they even eat? Is it the same as giants or something else? Where do humans even live? And how do they-"

"Tubbo! Tubbo, stop for a second," Ranboo interrupted, and Tubbo's rambling about human came to a halt. Ranboo was peering down at Tommy, the same concerned expression on his face.

"His… his heart is beating really fast," Ranboo said. Huh. Tommy hadn't really noticed, but it was pretty fast. It was kind of loud and uncomfortable now that he was paying attention.

"Oh, shit," Tubbo exclaimed. Then he was leaning down, peering at Tommy with wide eyes. A finger reached out and he flinched, but it never touched him. Ranboo had pulled him back away from Tubbo.

"Stop poking at him," the giant said, annoyed.

"I'm just trying to see if he's sick or something!" Tubbo protested.

"He's probably having a panic attack! I think we scared him," Ranboo said.

Panic attack? Wilbur and Techno both got those sometimes. He'd never had one, but hey, maybe it was genetics or some shit.

His vision went a little blurry, and he tried to breathe. It felt like something was sitting on his chest. Why was it so hard to breathe? He thought panic attacks just made you breathe really fast, not make you suffocate!

"Woah, woah! You've gotta breathe… um… human," Ranboo said awkwardly.

"Human?" Tubbo repeated, sounding unimpressed.

Tommy was trying so hard to breathe in. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, none of his breaths were doing anything. He inhaled again, and there was a slight wheeze.

"I forgot to ask his name earlier!"

"What the hell man?"

"Hey, um, what is your name?"

…

Oh god, they were talking to him.

In between the struggling breaths, Tommy tried to focus on actually listening to what was going on rather than just let the noises pass over him.

"W-what?" He asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He blamed it on the lack of oxygen. He was ignoring his pounding heart and shaky hands.

"Your name?" Tubbo prompted.

"T-Tommy," he managed to force out between panicked breaths.

"Ok, Tommy can you try to breathe s-" Ranboo started.

"'m fucking trying to breathe!" Tommy gasped out. He meant to sound pissed, but his voice sounded weak and shaky. He hated it.

"Slowly," Ranboo said gently. "try to breathe slower."

Tommy gave him a doubtful look.

"It'll help, I promise," Ranboo said. "I get panic attacks a lot, it really does help."

Tommy tried. He did. But he kept freaking out, thinking if he didn't keep inhaling he'd just run out of air. Some part of him recognized that breathing slowly should help, but he just couldn't quite manage to do it.

"You've got this, boss man," Tubbo said softly. "Just keep trying."

He kept trying. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to force himself to take longer to breathe. It did help.

"You're doing great," Ranboo encouraged.

"Yeah! Kick it's ass!" Tubbo cheered. Tommy managed a strangled sounding laugh.

It took several painful minutes, but Tommy managed to start breathing normally again. He had a headache, but he kind of thought he'd gotten off easy. He'd seen some of Wil and Techno's attacks and they could last for hours.

Now that he understood what it really felt like, he felt a sense of horror that they had to deal with this so often, and a sense of pride that his brothers were strong enough to fight them off and keep enjoying their lives. He thinks he would hate existence if this happened to him multiple times a month.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you, Tommy," Tubbo said. Tommy was still a little nervous about what the giants wanted from him, but Tubbo seemed so genuine. It was hard to believe they wanted to hurt him when they both seemed so concerned. And they'd been really gentle so far. So maybe… maybe his fears were unfounded and he was just being a little bitch.

"As long as you're not keeping me here forever, it's fine," he said. Well, he had to make sure. Just in case. Tubbo made a face.

"What like a prisoner? That would be fucking weird, boss man. We're not doing that."

"You can leave whenever you want," Ranboo told him. "Tubbo was just being nosy earlier."

"I am not nosy!" Tubbo protested. Ranboo rolled his eyes but kept his focus on Tommy.

"Can… can I go now?" Tommy asked, putting Ranboo's statement to the test. He may have decided that the giants wouldn't hurt him, but he was still overwhelmed and ready to go home. He was exhausted from the panic attack.

"Of course," Ranboo said. He paused, and Tommy fidgeted nervously as he made no move to set him down. "Um… do you want me to set you down here or take you back to where you were earlier?"

Ah. It had only been a few quick steps for Ranboo, but it would probably take Tommy forever to get back there on his own.

"If you wouldn't mind giving me a ride, big man," he said, trying to sound causal. Ranboo grinned.

"RanUber coming up," he said.

"Why not RanbUber?- Wait."

"Oh no," Ranboo muttered as he walked across the room. Tommy felt a grin growing on his face.

"RanBOOB!" He shouted.

"Oh, wow, never heard that one before," Ranboo grumbled. "I'm putting you down now."

He lowered his hand, and Tommy hopped off onto the ground. He was a little wobbly for a second, which was weird. Maybe it was kind of like being on a boat for a while, and he had to get readjusted to solid ground.

Once he got his balance back, he started to walk towards the tiny cave entrance. He stopped when Tubbo called out.

"Wait!" Tommy tensed slightly, wondering if Tubbo was changing his mind about letting him leave. But Tubbo just sat down next to where Ranboo had crouched.

"Will you come back and talk to us sometime?" He asked. Tommy hesitated. One the one hand, the giants were kind of fun to talk to, and they had been really nice. On the other hand, they'd also been pretty scary and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted them yet.

"Maybe," he settled on. "No promises." Tubbo looked a little disappointed.

"Alright. I hope you will. Bye, Tommy."

"Bye Tommy," Ranboo echoed.

Tommy gave them one last look before he ducked back into the smaller caves. He walked towards the cave where he and his family had been living. He'd only been walking for a few minutes when he was almost bowled over by Wilbur, who was barreling around the corner like a madman. He'd barely registered who it was when he was pulled into a crushing hug.

"Ack! Wil you're squishing me!" He whined.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere, Tommy I was so worried-"

"Wil, calm down. I was just in a cave that's kind of away from the others. I… I can show you later," he offered a little reluctantly. He hadn't actually gone to the cave he meant to sulk in, but he still kind of wanted to keep it to himself.

"You- it's fine, you don't have to. Just… are you ok? You kind of look like shit." Wilbur had gone full mother hen mode, fussing over him like he was still a baby. The motherfucker was even fixing his hair. And people thought Phil was the overprotective one.

"I'm fine," he said. Wilbur didn't look convinced.

"I'm fine now," he amended. He added quietly, "I uh… I kind of had a panic attack." Wilbur clutched him tighter. God this bitch was clingy when he was upset. Tommy couldn't find it in himself to complain though. The hug felt kind of nice.

"Toms, I'm so fucking sorry," Wilbur said.

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"About what I said earlier." Oh shit, Tommy had forgotten all about the fight. A little bit of guilt churned in his stomach.

"I should not have said that. I was just pissed, and being a dick, and wanted to say something to make you feel bad. But it was such a stupid thing to say."

"Why, because it's true?" Tommy muttered glumly.

"No, because it's a fucking lie, Tommy, and I never should have said it," Wilbur said fiercely.

"But-"

"You didn't know," Wilbur cut him off. "It's not your fault anymore than it is my fault for jumping down after you when you fell, or Techno's for getting us lost, or Phil's for taking us camping to begin with. Not your fault. Alright?"

"Alright, Wil," Tommy muttered. He was still being held hostage by Wilbur's clingy octopus impression. He really had been worried. It was a good thing that Tubbo and Ranboo weren't all that bad, or who knows how freaked out Wil would've gotten.

It occurred to Tommy that he should probably tell his family that he talked to the giants. That they knew Tommy was there, and knew others were with him. It seemed like something important. But… he kind of wanted to talk to them again. He didn't think Wil would let him go if he found out, let alone his actual father.

So he just… didn't say anything. They didn't need to know. If it ever came up, well… he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

Part one

[mara-xx217]

Hello ! Can I request sweet baby max courting reader ? Him being a cutie pie in monsters favorite was so adorable +_+

Yeah I loved making him so cute 🥰

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Part Two

So.. What Do They Like..? Part One

Max didn’t know what to do. He knew in a vague sense what he wanted, but he didn’t know how to go about it. He’s never had any outside contact with anyone other than his parents, before, and even then, it was more than horrific. People meant bad things would happen. That he would be hurt. That he would be scared. People were bad, but… But you weren’t. You were… different. You didn’t scream at him. You didn’t ridicule him for his outward appearance. You didn’t even try to get in his personal space. You were the one and only person that Max has ever met that has ever treated him like, well… a human being, with dignity and respect. He… he didn’t know how to process that. But, what he did know, what he wanted, was to show you… something.

Max was beyond frustrated. He didn’t know much: he didn’t know how to read or write, he was terrible at sewing, didn’t have a green thumb, and couldn’t cook to save his life. There wasn’t a whole lot he could do, but what he wanted was to do something for you, just what he didn’t know. What did girls like..? He’s hardly ever been around girls, mostly because, well… they run away screaming and crying from him, not that he exactly blames them, but still… The only female he’s ever known was his… his… … No, he doesn’t know any girls, or what they like or much of anything, really.

Hmm… well.. then again.. there were times that he heard something through the walls of his prison, when he was a young boy. He heard people talking. Different people, at different times, maybe..? Well, what’s important was that he heard someone talking about girls, about what they like, about the things they want, about making them happy. Something he’s heard a few times was something like “diamonds are a girl's best friend”, but Max didn’t know what that’s supposed to mean, unfortunately. He’s heard talk about flowers, which he’s actually done, and to decent effect, it would seem. Right? You smiled, so it had to be good, right?

Oh, what else..? Damnit..! He’s getting all nervous and flustered thinking about your smiling face. How pink your cheeks were, how bright your eyes were and how wide your grin was… And it was all because of him. Bouncing his leg wildly, Max anxiously scans the mold-infested cornfields that surrounds his childhood home. Yeah, no one ever comes here, but he can’t help but to always be on guard. But, what if she stops by..? He fiddles with his torn and frayed shirt, heart jumping up to his throat as his blood rushes to his ears. Yeah right… It was a one off. It was nice, though… Max sighs, beyond miserable. I guess I should-

“Ack! God damn-! Uhhh- Nnghh-..! M-Max..? H-He- Ehh… Shit!” Max nearly jumped out of his skin. Is-?! No! I must be dreaming! There’s no way that she-!?

“Uuughhhh… I-I brought y-your handkerchief back, but, uhhh… I might have to use it again… Heh heh…” Maybe he should run back inside. You haven’t seen him, yet, so he should have more than enou- Wait. You… You brought it back..? You… You’re-

Before he could make up his mind, you appeared through the mess of corn, teary eyed and flushed looking. Well, it’s too late now… Max both praised and cursed himself, he was definitely excited to see you again, but he was beyond terrified and already on the cusp of being overwhelmed. When you pause, looking him up and down with a concerned look on your face, Max realized that he was in a defensive stance, ready to either run away or hunker down and fight. He quickly stands up straight, nearly slipping and falling down the stairs of his porch.

Max wanted to die of embarrassment. That’s all he’s done around you, just embarrassed himself from the moment he’s met you all the way up to now. I’m such a damn fool… He wilts noticeably, and you shuffle to the foot of the stairs, making sure to give him enough space. I wouldn’t wanna be near me, neither…

“H-Hey, you okay, Max..? I didn’t scare you, did I?” You asked, sniffling as you hold back a sneeze. You? Scare him? Yeah right… I-I gotta say somethin, uhh… Uhhh…

“N-Nah… ‘m fine…” Max cringes at how much he was tripping on his own tongue, but you don’t bring any attention to it. Instead, you hold out the oil-stained handkerchief, offering it to him. Max’s heart skips a beat. You really did bring it back… He hesitates, and you lower your arm slightly, giving him an apologetic smile.

“S-Sorry… I know this was sudden, s-so I can just l-leave it on the steps and be on my way, if you’d like…” W-Wait! No-! Wait!

“I-Is alright! I- Uh, umm…” He began to sweat. Okay, he needs to do something, and fast! W-What do girls like..?! What do they like?! Flowers, whatever diamonds are supposed to be, soft things, probably… Um… S-Shit..!

He hesitates again, before taking a cautious step down towards you. You tilt your head to the side, still not moving, but also smiling warmly at him, patiently waiting. He takes another step, pausing to wonder if this was really a good idea. You still don’t move. Still don’t stop smiling. Another step. Nothing changes. One more, still the same. Final step, and he’s towering over you, drumming his twitchy fingers against his thighs.

You present the handkerchief once more, neatly folded and partially cleaned, as clean as something so used could be. Max stares at it, eyes flicking to your face before quickly darting away, sheepish at how kindly you were looking at him. Just do it and get it over with. Then you can go back to being miserable all by your lonesome… He begins to raise his hand, before lowering it, nervous of how you may react. Swallowing his fear, Max lifts his hand, much, much faster than he had intended, but you didn’t flinch away. Just… You just kept smiling sweetly… And it made his heart hurt.

Hesitating one last time, Max placed his hand on the handkerchief, before gently pushing it towards your chest, gently and awkwardly patting your closed fist. You quirked your brows, a little confused, but said nothing, fearing that you may scare him off. Max sucks in a deep breath, before nervously taking a step back.

“Erm… Y-Ya can keep i-it… Y-Ya prolly need it m-more than me, anyhow…” Your eyes soften before holding the old cloth tighter and closer to your heart. O-Oh… Max’s own heart began to ache. You ducked your head briefly, before shaking the hair from your eyes, smiling even wider than before.

“T-Thank you, Max… That’s really sweet of you…” His heart nearly stopped. You looked so pretty… Max mumbled under his breath, too shy to really look in your general direction at this point. He was about to run away, but then he remembered. I still don’t know what girls like…

Opening and closing his mouth a few times, debating on whether he wanted to embarrass himself further, he sneaked another look at you. Oh… Well… You still held that old rag close, with your brows furrowed at a confused, but genuine smile ghosting your lips. Cheeks flushed slightly, and yellow dress blowing in the gentle breeze… He looked away. … What’s the worst that could happen..? Already made a fool of myself so far. What’s a little more..?

“U-Um… Y-Y-Y/N..?”

“Hmm..?”

“W-What d-do g-g-girls like..?”

[gliphyartfan]

Another small bit! Just a quick one!

@yandere-linked-universe @linked-heroes @imprisioned-in-the-hole @stars-for-thought @ice-cream-writes-stuff

Time finds bugs annoying. Especially when they get close to their betters.

'Really, I'm alright!'

'It just seems a shame that a young lady like yourself would be alone like this.'

'I'm waiting for my friend.'

'You've been here for some time, let me keep you company just to be safe.'

'No thank you, and please don't touch me.'

'You-ack!'

'What seems to be the problem?'

' Link!' Time raised an eyebrow at his name, immediately on alert.

He had been searching for her after the crowd swept her away, it was only luck that he managed to find a merchant who had spotted someone with her description heading the opposite direction from the others.

And what does he find when he reaches her?

An insect that dared act familiar with her.

Now, normally he would just take her away without a word,

But it was his name that caught his attention.

She never used their proper name when in another hero's era to avoid confusion. It was agreed that only when it was necessary was she to use their names outside of their eras or when it was simply the group around.

But here she was using it.

Which meant she was distressed enough to use it.

Which meant the insect whose wrist he caught was a threat.

Threats were not wanted near their angel.

'I've been looking for you (y/n),' he said gently, reaching out with his other hand and brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

'I got lost...' she mumbled, looking down in embarrassment.

'Well now I found you, that's all that matters.' And really, it was all that mattered.

He found her, so she was safe.

He smiled at her, and only after she looked back up and smiled at him did he finally look at his struggling captive.

'And why were you bothering her?' He asked, not even phased by way the insect pulled at his hold.

'I didn't know she was with someone!' He answered with a strained voice as the grip on his wrist tightened.

'That's a lie!' (y/n) exclaimed, glaring at the bug, more confident now that he was there. (As she should.)

'I told you three times I was waiting for a friend! You just wouldn't leave me alone!'

At least Time could tell the others that the slime of a man had three chances to escape punishment. Shame the fool of a man didn't listen.

'How was I supposed to know-Urk!!' The insect tried to pull his wrist free, but Time simply tightened his grip further.

'If she told you she was waiting for a friend,' he said coldly. 'Then it stands to reason that she was waiting for a friend, and I'm here, so she was telling the truth, understand?'

'Y-Yes sir!' Time stared at the insect for a moment, watching as he struggled against his grip, before letting go.

He and (y/n) watched as he fell to the floor, gripping his wrist, scrambling to his feet and running off into the alleys.

They watched him disappear before (y/n) sighed in relief.

'That was annoying.' She mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck.

'And this is why we stick together.' Time said sternly, relaxing the moment her eyes looked up.

'I know, I'm sorry.' He huffed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

'All is forgiven, it wasn't your fault.' He smiled at her gently.

The smile he received was as beautiful as always.

'Let's return to the others shall we?'

'Hm!'

He began to guide her out of the alley they were in.

...But not before he glanced in the direction the insect went.

He really didn't care much for bugs.

--

Later that night

--

A man ran through the alleyways, gripping his wrist.

'That bastard! Bet she was his whore!' The shady man growled to himself.

He slowed to a walk, rubbing his wrist.

'Bastard was strong.'

He flexed his hand and decided to find someone else.

He decided to head deeper into the outer area when he heard something.

It was a deep low guttural sound.

A growl.

And it was coming from behind him.

He turned around and a massive wolf was slowly stalking toward him, teeth bared and eyes glittering under the light of the lanterns.

How did such a beast make it's way this deep into town?

The shady man took a nervous step back, then two, before darting down the alley, the beast giving chase.

He didn't know how long the wolf chased him, but a couple of turns and a few items knocked to the floor, he seemed to have gotten away.

(He didn't notice how the Wolf stopped chasing him after the first corner, staring after him before turning around and running back into the shadows)

'What a fucking day.'

He walks, catching his breath, grumbling to himself when he felt his stomach gurgle in hunger.

Deciding to forget the wolf and focus on his next meal, he scanned the night crowd for an easy mark.

He found one in the form of a youngster being picked up by the collar of his shirt by a slightly older man, wallet being flung around as the youngster flailed his arms.

'Lemme go!'

'Give me back my wallet!'

'Stop picking me up!'

'Stop stealing my wallet and I'll stop picking you up brat!'

'Stop making it easy!'

'You-!' The two began to argue, the youngster waving his arms around, the wallet in his hand slipping from his grasp and flying into the air, when it landed, the reds, purples, and blues of rupees glittered on the cobblestone.

'Look what you've done!' The older man shouted, dropping the youngster and kneeling to pick up the rupees.

'You were shaking me!'

'Brat-!'

The shady man ignored the arguing duo as he stared at the rupees in greed, but what really caught his eye was a twinkle of gold in between the blues and purples.

With barely a thought, he ran forward, and snatched the glinting piece of gold with a handful of rupees before sprinting away.

'HEY!!'

The shady man smirked as he ran back into the alleyway, the feeling of success running through his veins.

Finally, his night was turning around!

...

(He never noticed the way the two individuals picking up the remaining rupees were calmly staring at his retreating form.)

The shady man kept running until he made it back to his hole in the wall, making sure he wasn't seen.

Once inside, he opened his hand and grinned as he saw at least 300 rupees in his hand, but it was the gold glinting among the rupees that he was excited for.

It was a ring.

A ring that was covered in jewels. Even a lowly thief such as himself could tell that such a piece of jewelry was worth more than a small town could afford.

This is the score he was waiting for, this is what would set him up for life.

His mind swirling with thoughts, already imagining the things he would buy with the money he made off this one ring.

He took the ring and held it close to his face, gazing at the gems embedded into the gold.

Gazing deeply at each glinting gem.

The craftsmanship was exquisite.

It was hypnotic in way.

It was almost mesmerizing how the colors glinted even in the dark.

It was almost thoughtless how he let the rupees slip from his hand and fall to the ground.

It was rather foolish really,

How he slowly.

Began.

To put.

The ring on.

...

...

'We're back!'

'Guys where were you? You almost missed dinner!' (y/n) teased as the three missing heroes made their way into their rented room.

Warriors smirked at her. 'Apologies love, we got held up because SOMEONE tried to snatch my wallet and buy more than we needed.' Wind stuck his tongue out at Warriors.

'Stop making it so easy to steal it!' Wars playfully swatted at him, Wind dodging with a laugh and moving to take his seat next to (y/n) on the bed.

'Rather fortunate that the cooks were willing to let Wild use the kitchen.' Sky commented happily, grabbing his plate of food from Wild and sitting on his corner of the bed.

'The only good thing about this place really.' Legend grunted, sitting next to Time, his own plate on his lap.

'It's not all that bad if they were willing to let him cook.' (y/n) smiled, nudging Wind with her shoulder.

'Now what's this about a stolen wallet?'

'I assume there were no problems?' Time quietly inquired as Wind began to distract (y/n) with a exaggerated re-telling of their outing, with Warriors correcting him every other sentence.

Twilight smiled sharply. ' Rather dull actually. That reminds me.' He reached into his pouch.

'Vet can have this back.' Legend raised an eyebrow and held his hand out.

Twilight deposited the bloodied ring in his palm.

'At least you had the mind to grab it before some worthless fool did.' He sniffed, dropping the ring into his own pouch without a care.

'Wouldn't want to lose such a useful item anytime soon.' Twilight smirked, Legend snorted.

'If it goes the way it should, they should find his remains tomorrow afternoon.' Time mused, taking a sip from his cup.

'We'll be gone in the morning so it's pointless to care.' Legend huffed, turned away and focusing on the conversation and his food.

'I suppose so.' Time chuckled, he looked back at Twilight and nodded. 'Go eat, excellent work boys.'

Twilight gave a cheeky salute and took his place next to (y/n), Wild handing him his plate.

Time watched them interact, watched their angel laugh at the sailor's dramatic tale, the events of that afternoon nothing but a fading memory in her mind.

Good. Insects weren't worth her time.

Time took a bite from his plate and smirked.

Delicious as always.

[intheticklecloset]

Smile Like Crazy (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

YES!! I love Shinsou! I’ve started reading the manga from where season four ends and I’m only a few chapters in, but I already love this quiet loner boy so much! He definitely deserves tickles! Enjoy! ^^

~

“So, what made you want to transfer into the hero course?” Denki asked Shinsou one afternoon. They’d run into each other on their way to their separate dorms, and after talking for a little bit had settled on a patch of grass to continue their conversation. For all his talk about not wanting to make friends, the new kid seemed willing to hang out when invited to. “I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re really cool and you’ve definitely got what it takes to keep up with the rest of us. I just know that you started out in support. So what made you change your mind?”

Shinsou was silent for a bit, contemplating. Denki waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. One thing he was learning about the quiet student from 1-C was that if he didn’t answer right away, it didn’t mean he hadn’t heard you. It just meant he was figuring out how best to reply.

“Truthfully, it’s more like I changed my mind about being in support.” Shinsou’s voice was low and soft. “I’ve wanted to be a hero my whole life. It’s just that people always saw my quirk as a threat, not a gift. Many have told me I have a villain’s quirk.”

Denki sat up, appalled on his friend’s behalf. “Dude, seriously? What the heck?”

“I joined the support class because I let them convince me they were right.” Shinsou frowned. “But the more the League of Villains acts up, the more I want to prove to everyone that I’m not one of them. I never have been and never will be. I want to join the hero course because it’s what I wanted to do in the first place.”

There was silence for a brief moment. Then Denki nudged Shinsou. “Good choice, man. I knew you were cool for a reason. That’s a great origin story.”

Shinsou’s lips tugged upward in the hint of a smile. “Origin story, huh?”

“Sure! All heroes have one. You included.”

“Hmm.”

Denki smoothly transitioned into his next question. “Do you have friends in the support class? What do they think of your wanting to transfer?”

The hint of a smile was gone. “No.”

“Wait…you don’t have any friends? At all? What about outside of school?”

“Not really.”

“And you don’t want to make any now? Why not?”

Shinsou looked away. “I’ve never needed them before.”

“Everyone needs friends. Even cool loner guys like you.” Denki nudged him again. “Looks to me like you’re making friends whether you want to or not, though, right? I mean, look at us hanging out right now.”

“I wasn’t trying to make friends,” Shinsou admitted, “but I’m not going to actively stop myself from it if it happens naturally. I wouldn’t mind friends. I’m just no good at getting people to want to be around me.”

“Well, you’re doing perfectly fine with me!”

“Midoriya seems insistent to become my friend as well. Everyone else appears content to leave me be until I’m officially in their league.”

Denki shook his head. “Nah, man, they just want to give you space. You said right off the bat you didn’t want to be friends with anyone, and you spend a lot of time alone. They just don’t want to force themselves on you, that’s all. But hey! You start hanging out with us all more, and soon you’ll get the complete Class 1-A initiation. It’ll be awesome!”

“Class 1-A initiation?” Shinsou glanced at him. “You have that? When has anyone else tried to join your class?”

“Maybe initiation wasn’t the right word.” Denki hummed thoughtfully. “Welcome package? Friendship sealer?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not entirely sure myself.” The electric hero laughed. “But you’ll fit right in, trust me.”

“If you say so.”

Again, Denki transitioned smoothly. “So what kind of stuff do you like to do?”

Shinsou seemed caught off-guard. “Like, in my free time?”

“Of course.”

“Um.” The purple-haired boy hesitated. “I don’t know. I read a lot.”

“Because you spend a lot of time alone?”

Shinsou glanced away and shrugged.

Denki nudged him again. “Come on, dude! What’s something you really love? Something that makes you smile like crazy?”

Suddenly Shinsou seemed flustered. “I…don’t know. Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“You keep pushing me.”

“It’s a friendly push.” Denki did it again. “See? Like, ‘hey, I’m here for you,’ or ‘hey, I like hanging out with you.’ So out with it! There’s got to be something you’re passionate about.”

“I’m passionate about becoming a hero.”

Kaminari leaned forward. “What if we could find a way to get you some field work? Like the kind of stuff we do for class?” That got a reaction. Shinsou’s eyes lit up, though his expression didn’t change. Denki pointed at him. “Aha! There we go! We really should find a way to make that happen for you.”

“That would be awesome,” Shinsou admitted quietly, glancing away again.

Kaminari couldn’t help himself. He poked his friend’s side while he wasn’t looking, grinning when Shinsou jumped and whirled to face him head-on for the first time. “Uh-oh.”

“What?” Shinsou sounded nervous. “What was that for?”

“Are you ticklish at all, Shinsou?”

Dead silence.

Shinsou blinked, glancing at Denki’s hands, then back up at him. “I…um…”

“It’s a simple question.”

“I…y-yes?”

Denki reached forward and barely managed to scribble along Shinsou’s side before the taller boy was scrambling back, his eyes wide but – astonishingly to Denki – with a nervous smile on his face. He also noticed the usually quiet kid wasn’t trying to run while he had the chance. Something leapt in his chest.

“All right, then, next question.” Kaminari started to crawl forward. “Do you like being tickled?”

Shinsou’s face went hot pink. “K-Kaminari, h-hold on a s-second…”

“It’s a simple question.” Denki was practically looming over him now, and still Shinsou wasn’t moving away.

“W-Where is this coming from?” He sputtered.

“It’s habit at this point.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s kind of a thing in our class.” Denki reached down and pinched his side, grinning at the single giggle he got in response.

“A thing? What…?” Shinsou giggled again, curling up when Kaminari kept at it this time. “Whahahahahat kind of thihihihing?”

“You know! A thing!” Denki replied just to mess with him, using both hands to scribble along his sides and stomach. “Like, we tickle each other a lot? Because we’re friends and we like making each other laugh? That kind of thing.”

“Ahahahahahall of you?”

“Most of us, yeah. And just think – if you start hanging out with us more you can be involved in all of the tickle fighting we do! Sound fun?”

“I…I dohohohohohon’t knohow…”

Denki moved up to his ribs, smirking when Shinsou yelped and started giggling more frantically. “Yeah, you do.”

“Kahahahaminari!” Shinsou squeaked, grinning uncontrollably. He squirmed but didn’t really try to push the electric hero away. “Wahahahahahait!”

“You do like being tickled, don’t you?” Denki teased, going a little harder. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Hohohohohohow?!”

“Don’t question my brilliance. Just accept it.” Kaminari then straddled his new friend and moved up to his underarms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“Gah! N-Nohohohohohoho, wahahahahahait!” Shinsou dissolved into hysterical giggles. He pushed weakly at Kami’s hands, squirming and blushing but smiling unabashedly all the while. “Wait, Kahahahahahaminari!”

“Wait for what, exactly? Are you planning to tell me your spot? That would be a nice change of pace.”

“M-My…whahahahahat?”

Denki laughed. “You know, your spot.” He moved even further up, trying Shinsou’s neck and ears, pleasantly surprised when the purple-haired boy squealed and scrunched up his shoulders. “The spot that makes you really, really laugh. The spot that tickles so bad you almost can’t stand it. You’ve got to have one.”

Shinsou finally reached up to pull Denki’s hands away from his neck, still giggling breathlessly. “This is…this is all happening so fast. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

Kaminari smiled, but took the opportunity to check in. “Is this okay? I got a little excited when you reacted so well, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay,” Shinsou confirmed, seeming actually shy rather than just quiet for the first time. “I don’t mind. It’s just…I haven’t been tickled in years. I was kind of thinking I never would be again.”

“Think again, my friend!” Kaminari hooked his fingers into Shinsou’s hips. “You’re hanging with the Class 1-A tickle monsters now!”

“ACK!! NO!! NONONONO KAHAHAHAHAMINARI NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Shinsou shrieked, tossing his head back with unrestrained laughter. It was, Denki had to admit, the best thing he’d ever heard in his life. Well, right after Bakugou’s laughter, anyway.

“Ooh, is this your spot?” Denki kneaded his thumbs into the hipbones, laughing along with his friend. “Seems like it to me! You share a death spot with Midoriya. That’s awesome!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, PLEASE, KAHAHAHAHAMINARI!!” Shinsou writhed helplessly on the ground, his laughter completely genuine and uncontrollable. He tried to pry Denki’s hands from his hips, but being unable to do so only made it tickle more. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Kaminari laughed again. “You even sound like him when you’re tickled here!”

For several moments, it seemed Shinsou was lost to his own hysterics, laughter spilling out of him in loud, frantic, mirthful waves. He dug his heels into the ground and tried to stifle himself out of habit, but found that Denki would relentlessly drill harder into his worst spot every time he tried, leaving him no choice but to be open about how much fun he was having.

Denki grinned widely at his friend. It was rewarding to help him loosen up and laugh like this. He hummed. “I wonder how you’d like my tickle-shocks?”

For a split second the intense sensations vanished, leaving Shinsou to process what Kami had said only seconds after the fact, when he felt fingers grazing his bare skin. “T-Tihihickle wha-AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!” Suddenly the ticklish feeling was back, only far more intense than it had been the first time, and Shinsou very nearly lost his mind laughing so hard. “STOPSTOPSTOP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHERCY!! KAMINARIHIHIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!”

Denki laughed so hard at Shinsou’s reaction to his tickle-shocks that he had to stop just so he wouldn’t fall over and crush him on the ground. He rolled off of his friend and lay beside him in the grass, giggling words out as best he could. “T-Thahahahaht was the behehehest thing I’ve ehehehever heard, Shinsou!”

Shinsou, for his part, lay panting for breath, still giggling himself. “Thahaht was…the worst thihihihing…I’ve ever enduhuhured…in my life!” He turned his head to Denki, who was already beaming at him. “What was that?”

“My tickle-shocks!” Denki explained proudly, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow. “I tried it out on Kirishima once a while ago, and it worked so well I just started doing it to other people when I got into tickle fights. It’s an unbeatable attack! Nobody can ever stand it for more than a few seconds.”

Shinsou laughed – on his own this time – and then let out a huge sigh, glancing up at the clouds. “You know, when you asked me what I really liked – what made me smile like crazy – I was afraid to tell you it was this. Tickling.” He smiled. “But if the rest of you all are doing it, why not be part of it? Right?”

“Exactly!” Kaminari smiled back, feeling a warmth in his chest at this unexpected bonding with a new friend. “And don’t worry about the rest of the class. Plenty of us enjoy it to some degree or another. You’ll be in great company.”

Shinsou grinned at him, and Denki couldn’t help but think how refreshing it was to see such a genuinely happy reaction from someone who was usually so quiet and stoic. “I can’t wait.”

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

“i’m sayin that i love you everyday and i know that you love me, baby admit it”

CHAPTER CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

“hey you.”

“so, this is our apartment for now huh?”

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

“mhm, what’s mine is yours for however long it is you’re staying with me.”

stroking his thumb over her cheekbones, iwaizumi brought his face down to meet y/n who found herself admiring his facial features. a soft kiss was met to her as she leant into him allowing him to deepen it to which he happily obliged to.

y/n allowed her hands to wander as she wove her fingers through iwaizumi’s short tufts of dark hair as he grunted in satisfaction letting his other hand to drop to the girls lower back drawing small circles.

both pulled away to catch their breaths as y/n rested her head into iwaizumi’s toned chest, a soft smile gracing her face as a light blush dusted over both of their faces.

“missed me on the drive back that much?” the girl teased feeling the vibrations from iwaizumi’s chest from a small hum in amusement.

“maybe a little.” he admitted, fingers gently playing the ends of y/n’s hair as he looked over at her suitcase. “let’s get that into the bedroom then, we’ll unpack and then leave whatever you don’t need in oikawa’s room.” he pulled away from the girl to grab her hand to guide to her over to her belongings.

y/n raised an eyebrow as iwaizumi easily dragged the heavy case over the heated flooring of the apartment towards his bedroom.

“unpack? are you sure? i can just leave my stuff in my suitcase and grab it when i need it, you don’t have to actually unpack it all properly!”

iwaizumi let out a small laugh before smirking at her.

“baby, i said this is our apartment, meaning that my room is our room, so why would we only leave you half moved in?”

y/n flushed in embarrassment at the mans words before huffing and opening the bedroom door for him. “fine, only because you’re okay with it though.”

“why wouldn’t i be okay with my girlfriend moving into my room?”

y/n stopped in her tracks as she tried to process what has just left iwaizumi’s mouth. girlfriend? did she hear that correctly.

“-i, did you just say g-girlfriend?” y/n sputtered in shock as iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest looking down at the girl with a serious expression.

“i believe i did.” he sighed and grabbed the girls hand to guide her down to sit on the edge of the king size bed, holding both of her hands in his bigger ones while looking up into her soft and endearing eyes.

“y/n, let me be honest, my friends have been bugging me for over a month to make you my girlfriend, you’ve been so patient with me and honestly i don’t know how, i was going to wait to see how living together goes but i already know how things are going to go and i want us to be offical while living together,” taking a breath, iwaizumi searched for any signs of discomfort in y/n’s reaction before continuing.

“i know i always call you wifey, but i really want you to feel like it, i had a plan to ask you to be my girlfriend by the end of the week but we’ve always said and done what’s natural right? we stopped holding back a while ago and let things play out as they came and well, seeing you suggest keeping your stuff in your suitcase rather than unpacking it all properly struck something in me. it’s silly but, i want you to feel like this is your home, that i’m your home.”

y/n blinked, processing the confession the man she’d fallen for had just professed out loud to her. he squeezed her hands lightly before getting the last few words he needed to out.

“i know you haven’t even stayed over one night yet but i really, really had the urge to just ask you. i’m sorry it’s nothing big, i had something planned but we always said to take and do things naturally and i’d be lying to myself if i were to say i didn’t think what i’m doing right now is out of instinct. i’m in love with you and i’ve never wanted something so badly with someone so, y/n l/n, will you please be my girlfriend?”

y/n couldn’t even stop the wide smile that had been threatening to break out at any point. she looked up into his anxious eyes only hers gleamed with pure happiness and excitement. lacing her fingers into his, y/n sighed and shook her head slightly still smiling.

“fuck haijime, you really know how to use your words to break someone down. of course i’ll be your girlfriend... i’ve only been waiting like a month for you to ask.” y/n teased slightly at the end earning a huff from her new boyfriend.

“so... i guess we’re official now then.” he mumbled, a soft expression painted across his face as y/n nodded.

“i guess we are... which means i can do this without feeling so nervous.”

y/n moved her head up catching iwaizumi off guard, pressing her lips firmly onto his own, hands snaking around his neck as his moved to her back and the other weaving its way into y/n’s hair, guiding her head closer to his as y/n gasped letting iwaizumi assert dominance once again.

the raw love the pair felt for each other was felt through the physical contact and the flood of emotions the two had built up came crashing down as previous anxieties over past relationships, other people and foreign emotions were washed away, replaced with the feelings of security, bliss and a sense of home. iwaizumi was home.

the feeling of love shattered single-handedly and so recklessly causing the understanding of what it felt to be in love to be destroyed in his mind. the feeling foreign and forgotten.

y/n had taken on the challenge unintentionally and she did a damn good job picking up the pieces and building the once scarce and broken memory, back into the wonderful memory iwaizumi had once known to be in love. so delicately but so forcibly all at once, y/n l/n had taught iwaizumi what it was like to be in love once again. the feeling reuniting with the other emotions he was familiar with, iwaizumi had been brought back home by y/n.

breaking away, iwaizumi felt a thin layer of tears stream down his cheeks as he looked down at the girl who had taken his own world by storm and so easily allowed herself in. as clichè as it sounds, y/n was something else and in his mind he knew he was right about it. she had changed his life in a way he didn’t think would be possible again and for that, iwaizumi knew that y/n was the girl he wanted to grow with. he wanted nothing more than to grow and learn with her and he wanted that with a label that he had been so scared of before after it was ripped to shreds before his eyes.

y/n had changed the meaning of love and that was something he refused to ignore. ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’ were titles that used to throw his guard up but now, he knew he was going to be okay using them because he had the girl he loved to share them with.

calling y/n his official girlfriend was a big deal to him and both himself and y/n knew this, he also knew she wouldn’t take advantage of that and rush him. he trusted her and was thankful for everything she’d done for him. she was everything he never knew he needed and wanted to fix him and it was her who brought out the best version of him.

“haijime, shh don’t cry!” y/n looked up wiping his cheeks softly as he let out a laugh.

“i promise, i’ll be your home too, but thank you for bringing me back to mine.”

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Kisses Under The Mistletoe with the Captain Squad pt1 (Headcanons)

Part one of two for the Haikyuu Captain Squad. I really enjoyed writing these, so if there are any other people you want to see mistletoe kisses for please let me know :). I might try writing some more for the Pretty Setters and maybe some BNHA or otome boys (and girls)

Kisses Under The Mistletoe feat. Daichi, Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto mostly gn reader, TW for mentions of alcohol, grumpy Iwa and Lev being a dork.

Daichi

- It’s all Suga’s fault, and maybe the wine (you’re not saying that Suga was drunk, but that bottle wasn’t half empty when you arrived and he was looking a little pink)

- You were at Asahi’s Christmas party, with everyone back in Miyagi for the holidays it was the perfect opportunity to reconnect with old High School friends, especially those who had left their hometown after graduation to pursue other opportunities, even a few of the former first years showed up.

- Daichi was weirdly nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt until you grabbed his hands and squeezed them.

- “Dai, calm down. We’ve been dating for a year, I’ve already met most of your friends. One party won’t change anything.”

- “Just, they can get a bit… wild.”

- “I remember high school Dai. It’ll be fine.”

- It was fine, mostly, Nishinoya might have been a little over-excited to meet his old captains partner and nearly bowled you over with an enthusiastic hug, but you were happy to finally meet the members of his old team you’d only seen on the court and heard stories about.

- You really didn’t get what he was so worried about, at least until Suga got a little too into the wine and appeared behind the pair of you, brandishing mistletoe to raucous cheers and several shouts of “kiss!”.

- Daichi went an interesting shade of red, glancing around the room for an escape while you just watched him amused.

“- I can just kiss Suga instead?” You offered after a few moments, your lips quirking up in amusement (maybe Suga wasn’t the only one who got into the wine)

- “What!? No!” He frowned at you. “I’m just not used to doing this with an audience.”

- “Then we remember our first date very differently.”

- Asahi makes a strangled noise somewhere and Suga is giggling, waving the mistletoe about. Daichi sighs and learns forward, cupping your face between his palms and pressing his lips to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

- The kiss is sweet, albeit a little short, and the cacophony of cheers and whistles around you make your cheeks flush, but you love it all the same.

- And if later in the night you plant a kiss on Suga’s cheek to embarrass him then it’s fully deserved.

Oikawa

- Anyone who tries to say that Oikawa didn’t set the whole mistletoe incident up himself is both a liar and a fool.

- He knows he’s been kind of neglecting you for volleyball lately, he feels bad about it (especially when you’ve been so understanding about the whole thing), it’s just that he needs to practice. To get better.

- But with Christmas coming up he has the perfect idea to make it up to you.

- He ropes Iwa into helping him set things up, it takes far more grovelling than Oikawa will ever admit to, but Iwaizumi eventually gives in. Mostly because he’s fond of you and does agree his friend needs to do something to make up for all the time he’s spent practicing.

- When the day comes for him to set his plan in motion you’re a little on edge. Oikawa has been bursting with nervous energy all week, disappearing for practice and barely remembering to say goodbye to you. So when you get a message from him telling you to meet him in the gym after classes you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried.

- By the time you get there you’re half convinced he’s going to break up with you, so you take a moment to suck in a few deep breaths before you push the door open and make your way inside.

- Whatever you were expecting to see when you stepped inside, Tooru Oikawa standing bathed in the glow of soft string lights and holding a sprig of mistletoe was not it. You’re not complaining, even if the effect is dulled slightly by a scowling Iwaizumi leaning against the wall.

- “Tooru? What’s going on?”

- “I’m sorry I’ve been spending so much time on volleyball and not you.” His face fell for a moment before brightening up again as he waved the mistletoe in the air over his head. “So I’m making it up to you.”

- You roll your eyes as you walk towards him, smiling softly. “So dramatic Tooru.”

- His pout is ruined by the way he smiles as he catches you waist with his free arm and tugs you against his body, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that somehow manages to be tooth-rottingly sweet and just the right amount of steamy at the same time.

- “Go do that somewhere else, you’re both disgusting.”

Kuroo

- Kuroo tries really hard to be slick about the whole thing. He has an image to keep up after all - the cool, collected, provocateur captain of the volleyball team. He can’t be caught acting like a smitten fool, and besides, he really enjoys seeing you flustered.

- So he has the whole thing planned in his head, he’s going to surprise you with mistletoe and a kiss and he’ll get to watch you blush and still get to kiss you afterwards. It’s foolproof.

- It is not, in fact, foolproof.

- Kuroo may have forgotten to account for his over-enthusiastic team and how excited they get when you turn up to watch them practice in his plan. He tries to intervene before anyone can ruin the surprise, with Yaku’s help, but letting Lev find out what he was up to was a disaster waiting to happen.

- “Oh! Y/N, did Kuroo tell you about the awesome surprise he has planned for you?”

- “No Lev, you don’t normally tell people about surprises.”

- “Oh, sorry! Ack-” (You’re a little worried for Lev’s kneecaps after Yaku grabs him and drags him away).

- By the time Kuroo gets over to you he’s rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and trying not to pout. You almost take pity on him, almost. 

- “Should I pretend I didn’t hear that?” 

- Kuroo frowns. “Well you could kitten, but I know you better than that. And those idiots will never leave us alone.”

- He pulls the mistletoe from his jacket pocket, holding it up and bending to press a chaste kiss to your lips, ignoring the cheers from the team behind you.

- The surprise might have been ruined, but at least he still gets to enjoy your flustered reaction, eyes wide and cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. Kuroo thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re like this, embarrassment warring with the flash of desire in your eyes.

- When he pulls away you smile softly at him, following the path of his hand as he slips the mistletoe back into his pocket. When you meet his eyes again your lips have pulled into a smirk that he thinks you might have learned from him. “You can surprise me like that any time.”

- He nearly chokes on air, covering it with a cough as he nods and presses one last kiss to your forehead before turning back to his team to start practice.

- “20 extra laps Lev.”

Bokuto

- You’re walking towards the gym with him, planning to watch their practice so you can walk home together. Things have been really busy lately and you’ve missed being able to spend as much time together as you usually do.

- You’re nearly at the gym when you realise someone has tied mistletoe to one of the cherry trees people are fond of confessing under. It’s not where Bokuto confessed to you, but it’s close enough and the idea is sweet.

- You stop, tugging gently on his arm and pointing towards the tree.

- “Hey, hey? Uh… babe, why’re you pointing at the tree?”

- You can’t help but laugh at the confusion written on his face, but at least he doesn’t take your laughter to heart (Akaashi would kill you if you brought Emo-mode Bo to the gym).

- “It’s mistletoe Kou!”

- He glances at the tree, then back at you, blinking in confusion. “Okay?”

- “You’re supposed to kiss under it!”

- That catches his attention, strong arms wrap around you and his face is suddenly milimetres from yours, expression expectant and waiting for you to close the gap. Something you do happily, pressing your lips to his. 

- When you pull away he’s beaming happily, and full of energy. He gets super excited and lifts you up, carrying you into the gym with your legs wrapped around his waist to keep you from falling.

- “AKAAAASSSHHHIIIII!” He yells, grinning bright and happy at his friend. “Y/N kissed me!”

- “Yes Bokuto-san, you are dating. They do that a lot.” Akaashi sighs and you offer him an apologetic smile.

- “No! They kissed me under the mistletoe! It’s special.” He explains, nearly dropping you in his enthusiasm.

- “That’s very sweet Bokuto-san, but we need to practice.”