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chaosduckies · 9 months ago

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Restoration (Chapter 2)

And here’s the second chapter! I tried drawing something for it, but I am not under any circumstance the best artist. Maybe I can just try something later?

Word Count: 3,750

CW: Slight mentions of suicide, panic attacks, fear, idk if there’s anything else to tag

2-Nathan

It’s been an entire week of dragging myself all around the school. Trying to ignore the fact that there were giants practically everywhere I had looked. Nothing had ever worked though. No matter how hard I really tried to block out the loud voices that were always looming over me. No matter how much I had tried to stay as far away as possible. It was like those stupid laughs and that terrifying smile kept haunting me. And it doesn’t help that at the very end of the day I’m constantly in arms reach of living through that hell again.

I guess everything wasn’t all bad though. My mom was happier now since I was finally living a normal life again, but I don’t think I’ll ever live a normal life like she wants me to. You can’t just erase seven years of your life and act like they never happened. You can’t just completely heal scars.

Everything was okay though. Nothing bad has happened. Yet. It just seemed all too good. I mean, I had heard some rumors that were being spread about me. That I was mute, or that I was just deaf or something of the sorts. That wasn’t the case, I just find it hard to talk to people. Especially to people who just love making and spreading those stupid rumors. I guess they kind of helped me out though. I’d rather get through this year of high school alone than having to worry about losing friends. Can’t lose what you don’t have.

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Today was a normal day. Just some notes from classes here and there, mixed in with some quizzes. Nothing too much besides the huge pile of homework I have from my English class. I mean, I thought today would be an easy day of avoiding the heavy footsteps and people towering over us. Turns out it really wasn’t that easy.

After a week of being here, you’d think I’d have everything down. No. The complete opposite really. You annoy the wrong person, then everything goes downhill from there.

I sat at my usual corner table at lunch, trying to drown at the thundering voices from above and not mind that there were a group of people coming right over to me. Oh what the heck. All this time trying to avoid talking to people and all of a sudden these people want to… spike a conversation with me? It didn’t really look like it since they were all laughing. Or maybe they were just walking over to another friend o father is behind me?

“You’re… Nathan, right? The kid who sits in the back of my physics class?” The kid with dirty blonde hair asked, flashing a friendly smile and holding out a hand. I looked between the hand and himself. I mean he looks nice, but something wasn’t clicking right. Why would he walk up to me now of all times?

I shook his hand, retracting almost immediately as soon as he let go.

“How about you come sit with us instead of sitting here all alone? You seem so lonely.” He had offered, pointing somewhere behind him. I looked for any sign of a trick or some kind of prank, but if this was he was hiding his true intentions pretty good. My eyes darted to the three people behind him, then to one specific person who looked a lot younger and was sneaking up behind the other three and shaking his head towards me. What? What was that supposed to mean? To not trust these people? I mean I don’t entirely believe whatever façade this guy was putting up either.

I gave a nervous smile and shook my head, “Um… I-I’m okay.”

The younger boy who was hinting to me that these guys were no good nodded and was starting to leave before the one who I really didn’t trust at all laughed and started pushing me to get up.

“No really, I insist. You’ll have a blast!” He practically pushed me forward, hands around my shoulders and just guiding me through the place, going to the opposite side of the cafeteria. Also where the giants ate at. I knew something about this couldn’t be good. There was always a catch.

I tried escaping many times, but he just kept of pushing me up into one of those elevators and almost immediately my nerves shot up. The anxiety was clouding up my mind. My heart was racing, my body was trembling, and what was worse was that my fate might be sealed here. I knew that it was whenever that elevator let out a ding sound.

Everything in my world seemed to have stopped as so many sets of eyes were set right on me. My knees would have buckled underneath me had I not been practically shoved out of the elevator and right into the middle. Theirs stares felt like stabs through my back. I always felt anxious when people my height looked at me, it only makes sense that it would be worse when I had four other pairs of eyes that were giants on me. Great. Just great. I might as well die here.

Whatever was being said behind me and above me was all muffled as I just stared blankly down at the table. Or more like a floor for me. I guess it didn’t matter when I heard laughs around me, only making my eyes tear up slightly. Of course something like this had to happen. Everything was going all too good for me. There was no way it would stay like that for forever. It never does.

Then there was arguing, a slam on the table making me flinch and nearly run away had something not been holding my arm and trying to pull on me. I looked up, my eyes clear of any sign of tears, and seeing that same kid who had warned me about them. Speaking of, what was even going on? I looked back, seeing that one of the giants was covered in what looked like milk and whatever was for lunch and arguing to another person that was kind unclear to me at the moment. The other humans around were arguing along with them while I was being dragged away from it all.

“Come on! While they’re not looking.” The kid who looked younger than me had ordered me. He still held onto my wrist as I trailed behind him, nearly tripped in some areas and not even questioning where we were going. He told me just to follow him, and I wasn’t going to question it since he seemed to know what he was doing.

The arguing had stopped, and when that did, we stopped as well. There were multiple eyes trained on the argument that had just concluded, and I finally found out who had apparently started it. The guy from last period. The one I’m forced to sit with. What caught me off guard was how his hand laid down flat, palm up by the edge of the table like he was waiting fro something while his attention was focused on trying to convince the others that it was an accident. What was an accident again?

I gulped, trying to walk away from his hand, only for the younger kid to drag us on and then, what’s his name again? Ryker? Rykers hand had started moving again, making me nearly vomit. Oh heck. I was doing this again, huh? Led into another trap? I tried looking for a way out, but the only way out was just a huge drop that would kill me.

“Again, so sorry…” And the hand moved again, making me trip and fall face first into the fleshy surface. So did the kid with me. But he just stuck his tongue out at Ryker, who was currently cupping his hand to make it look like he wasn’t carrying anyone. I guess it worked since he wasn’t stopped by anyone. But that did not stop my body from trembling violently.

“Hey… um, are you good? You look like your having a panic attack.” The younger kid asked, helping me back up, but I just fell right back onto my butt. Panic attack? No. Just everything in my body was trying to make me run, but I couldn’t. If I did, I would just walk right into my death. My nerves and anxiety was all over the place, body trembling violently, and heart beating fast all over again. Yet, this time, I was still aware of everything that was happening all around me.

It was only a few seconds later when Ryker had stopped moving, and we weren’t in the cafeteria anymore. Just in the hallway right outside. But please tell me I was not about to be kidnapped or something. But, against all odds, the opposite happened. I was slid off of his hands and by the human doors that led the cafeteria.

I braved looking up, only seeing that same nervous smile as the first day we had met. I stood up, looking for the other kid, finding him crossing his arms and giving a glare to Ryker, who rolled his eyes and sighed, “What’d I do wrong this time?” Unlike the usually loud voices, his was soft.

“You could’ve at least been a little more gentle while moving.” He stuck his tongue out, earning yet another set of rolled eyes.

“Sorry,” His attention was diverted to me, giving a confused look then surprised, “It’s Nathan, right?”

I jumped at the mention of my name. So he recognized me? I was really hoping he didn’t. There was no way I could speak if I couldn’t even move by myself. What do I do? The only door nearby led to the cafeteria, and I still needed to grab my bag. But if I stayed, he’d expect me to answer and actually talk, which was one of the many things I wouldn’t do at the moment. My head felt dizzy again, and my anxiety was building up.

Ryker gave me a confused face before giving a look to whoever the other younger guy was, who just shrugged his shoulders and walked over towards me.

“Hey… are you okay? Seriously. We’ll take you to the nurse of you’re not feeling good.” He had offered, and just as soon as Ryker had made a single movement, I dashed out of there, into the cafeteria, and out another door that took me the long way back to my class.

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Why did I react that way during lunch? I had no idea. Why was I dreading the end of the day? Well because I’d have to actually face Ryker again, and I’d have to explain what I was even thinking. I mean, what kind of person doesn’t thank someone for practically saving their life? Me. I don’t. But otherwise, I still wasn’t sure how I’d handle last period. I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask me about it. Even if he’s made no attempt to talk to me at all for the entire week.

And even being terrified for my life, I still dragged myself into that terrible classroom. Finding that everything was moving in slow motion. I could hear my heart beat, the way people were laughing in the back of the classroom, every tremor in the ground as a giant took a step. And then the desk I had feared all along. The one where Ryker was just sitting down, doing whatever with his journal as always. I never looked back, seeing as he would be annoyed if I did. Now I’m too scared to even take that stupid elevator up. To scared to take even one more step closer.

The only thing that had me moving again was the sound of the bell that marked one minutes to get to class. I rushed into the elevator, my hand hovering over the button that makes it go up. I could just hide in the bathroom. Most people do that anyways. But what if he’s already seen me? Plus, my mom would be wondering why. She already thinks I’m getting used to it here, and I couldn’t risk seeing her feel so heartbroken after my lies.

So, I did the only thing I could. Press the button and wait for that dreadful ding that motioned for me to get out. It felt like the longest five seconds of my life. There was nothing I could do though. I couldn’t just give up now when I was already up there. If he didn’t know I was there then, he knows I am now.

The elevator reached the top, and I could render was the stabbing feeling of having a pair of eyes on me. I always hated having any kind of attention on me. Or maybe that wasn’t the word for it.

I took a deep breath, hoping nothing could go wrong, and then took my first step, then another, and another, hiding my face as I kept going along, and eventually the stabbing feeling of eyes on me disappeared, letting me hurry to my seat and bury my head in my arms. This is bad. who thought I could do this? What made anyone I was ready to do any of this? What if I was just annoying him? What if-

The teachers loud voice interrupted my thoughts, “These next two weeks I’d like to have a little fun! I want you and your partner to discuss anything interesting about yourselves, or if you have any special interests. I’ll tell you what to do after ten minutes.”

My heart quite literally shattered. What. The. Hell. This day couldn’t get any worse. Because as soon as the teacher dismissed us, the classroom was full of squeamish conversations and laughs, while I couldn’t even turn around. I knew Ryker was looking at me too since he was just annoyed with me at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would’ve just stood up and left.

And instead of getting yelled at like I thought I would, he showed me a piece of paper. Brought up all the way up to me, and written, I was guessing as small as he could, small enough to fit on the piece he ripped off.

‘It is Nathan, right?’

I worked up the urge to turn around slightly, seeing a thoughtful smile plastered over his face. Was this acting? He was supposed to be annoyed with me, not being friendly. This was crazy. I looked away before he could see me, digging my head deeper into my arms. Why was I even put into this class? Why couldn’t I have just stayed at the hospital? They could have taught me the same thing just without so much interactions. It’s my last year of high school so I really don’t see the point.

Seven minutes had gone by without a single word. No other attempt to communicate, nor did he even so much as make any kind of noise. It kind of felt quiet all around me despite the many conversations just barely picking up. I just don’t see myself trusting someone who could very well be just like the others.

“And how are you two doing?” The teacher cheered, and I couldn’t help myself from picturing her smiling awkwardly as she saw how both us hadn’t even as much spoken one word to each other.

“I don’t want to force him…” Ryker had mumbled softly, sounding a bit sad. How much I would give to say sorry. At least give him some kind of an apology! He’s the one giving an effort meanwhile you’re making things harder for him. And that spun into even more horrible thoughts. I was really just going to make him fail this class. I would be the cause for him getting yelled at or whatever else happens. He probably just wants me to get this over with so we could eventually never talk again.

“Hmmm. How about you both see me after class? It’s nothing bad, I promise.” Mrs. Kay had finished, smiling and walking off to the front of the class. My body only started shaking even more violently. I can’t do this. Why. Why did this have to happen to me? There was no reason for all of this. Just leave me the broken way I was. Get Ryker a new partner so he doesn’t have to be annoyed with some broken human.

Something had touched my back. Oddly soft, but still, I jumped and almost tripped over the desk to stand up and face away from the touch. Ryker’s hand stayed frozen in shock as his eyes had wide dead at my very dramatic reaction. But, now, I was standing up and facing him. Not an ideal situation.

“Er… sorry.” He had apologized, stuffing his hand back underneath the desk. He gave an unsure look before letting out a sigh, “Should we start over? I’m Ryker.” He didn’t offer a hand thankfully, because I honestly thought if he did I would just run straight off the desk. Honestly that didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. Although, now I think I actually need to reply back to him. I can’t just keep ignoring him for the third time in a row.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Of course nothing did. So the next best thing was just to nod to a previous question he had asked nearly ten minutes ago and hope he knows why.

At first, he gave a confused look. But I guess he had finally realized since he was smiling now, “Sorry about what happened during lunch. Lucky said to help out, and I can’t really say no to him.” He laughed nervously, a hand behind his head and trying to convince my hot-wired mind to even make so much as a gesture towards him. But at least now I knew who to thank for helping me out in that situation. Of course Ryker too but maybe I could just this Lucky guy to thank him for me.

“Ten minutes is up! Now time for the actual fun,” She was passing out a paper to everyone in the class, and gave a sad smile directed towards me as she gave the paper to Ryker, who stared at it like it would haunt his nightmares. My heart started beating faster in my chest as he read the paper, eyes darting to me from time time. This was a Human and Giants Interactions and current events class. Which meant it had something to do with some kind of interaction. Again, I was the worst person to be placed in this class.

“As you can see, this is a project for you and your partner. I’ve already made arrangements to twist the humans classes to match up with your partners. This is your first project in this class, and your schedules will stay like this for two weeks starting tomorrow.” My knees nearly buckled underneath me. That was a bit drastic. I didn’t know they could do that. Could they? Still, I didn’t particularly like the idea that I’d have to be taken to all of Rykers classes. Especially when I had finally grown used to mine. It was still early in the school year too. I didn’t think she would have a project this early.

“Your giant partner is responsible for taking you everywhere unless you can get somewhere without them. While your human partner is going to trust you with everything until the school day ends. Think of this like a test exercise! Just a very long one.” Mrs. Kay giggled, waving us off to talk once again. Of course this would be the first project. Barely anyone knows each other in this class so it would be some sort of dramatic trust exercise. Seemed more like a death sentence to me though. Where I’m being forced to trust someone who defiantly hated this project just as much as I did.

The room was full of bright conversations again. While we were sitting there in silence. Ryker had stuffed the paper in his bag and looked at me. Through my eyes, I saw a terrifying grin, making me jump and fall on the floor, bringing my knees close to my chest and my arms in front of my face. Pathetic? Yes. Do I think making myself look even smaller helps the situation? Yes. Why? Because I can’t think clearly when I’m terrified.

After a while, I was calmed down enough to somewhat get out of the little ball I made myself. Ryker kept worried face as he finished reading whatever book he was, and I couldn’t help but notice that there were some people who looked over here and laughed. At Ryker? Why? Did I make them laugh at him? And yet another thing to feel guilty about.

The bell rang, but neither Ryker or I moved, already fearing what was about to be said to the both of us. I guess I’ll miss the bus today, but I could always walk.

“Now, about you two,” She walked over to us, “I’m sorry Nathan, honey, I bet they haven’t told you that I know about your… past recollections, but this class is supposed to help humans and giants get along together, and Ryker here is sweetest person you’ll ever meet. You’ve both lost someone and something dear, and I decided that you two would be perfect to pair up with. So, I have a secret project for you both,” She smiled softly, “Don’t worry, there’s no due date, and it’s not a grade. I just want you two get along. Become friends and get to know one another. Maybe you’ll help out each other. Just give it a try.”

Ryker looked at me, curiously, and sympathetically. What did that mean? Doesn’t matter. I was only focused on this “secret project” we were supposed to do. Do I really have to trust him? I’ve run out of that a long time ago and I’m not about to start placing whatever was left in a stranger who probably is just faking being nice. But I guess I had no choice.

I hesitantly nodded, followed by Ryker who was waiting for my response.

And I guess here starts a terrible outcome of events. One I dreaded to even be part of.

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Second chapter done. I did not take the time to even edit any of this, so I’m sorry if there are some mistakes. Otherwise, hope you enjoyed!

I plan on doing a chapter once a week and if not, then every other week.

#G/t #gt #g/t community #g/t writing #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fearplay #g/t angst #oc: ryker #oc: nathan #Restoration #Who knows maybe I’ll draw something decent of these two #Idk

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masterjedilenawrites · 2 years ago

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Marshall Commander, Sir

Cody x fem!reader | 1.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], um... guys, this is the first time i've done any, like, actual smut and idk what tags to put 🙈 soft smut?, PIV, overstimulation, one (Star Wars) curse word, authority kink maybe??

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also, I low-key wanna call Cody Marshall Commander, Sir and see what happens >:3

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Nights like these were so rare, few and far between. But that made them all the more special. Something to soak up, indulge in.

And oh was Cody indulging.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, "just like that. So good for me..."

His sinful words, low and thick against your ear, only barely distracted from the movement of his hand against your core. Every press, every caress, rolled your body like a wave, kept in time with the cadence of your breaths. Up and down you rocked with the waves, each crest bringing you ever higher toward the euphoria above, that blissful place only Cody could help you reach.

Marshall Commander Cody, that is.

Your third orgasm of the night swelled within you, taking you up, up, higher, higher, until you finally crashed back down. Cody removed his fingers slowly, helping wash away the stinging remnants with a few lingering touches. You were spent. Sweat was at your hairline and your body grew lax in his hold. He smiled against your skin, between the many tender kisses he was placing along your cheeks. His hand came up to cup your face as he continued; his energy was no where close to being as depleted as yours.

Oh you'd really done it with that cheeky remark, hadn't you? You were used to your husband taking his time with you. Whatever nights home he could steal would be put to good use. But this time there was something different in him. Something... insistent. Eager. Not quite desperate or unrestrained; no, if anything he was more in control now than he had ever been. He wasn't just chasing something for himself, or trying to make up for lost time, or any of the other behaviors you'd seen from him in the bedroom. He was surrounding you, clinging to you, ardently pleasing you with tireless attention.

And all because you hadn't been able to help yourself at that gala.

The invitation had been a surprise, but one you'd snatched up immediately, needing to get in the good graces of several senators who sat on the fence about your newest proposal. And then Cody's R&R came early so that he was able to join you as a date. A few glasses of champaign and successfully swayed votes later, you found yourself playing with your husband's attention just a little too freely. It had not been hard to mistake the gazes that lingered on certain parts of your body, the ones conveniently not covered by your gown. And he himself had looked so handsome in his own suit and tie.

So when the night slowed and you found the opportunity to lean over the back of his chair and whisper a suggestive little comment, you had just the thing to say.

"Care to take this dress off me, Commander Marshall?"

You hadn't left his arms for the rest of the night. Not on the ride home. Not when his head went between your thighs, securing you to his face. Not when he had first entered you, and not when he had reached his own high. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to feel more of the air than your skin.

"One more for me," he whispered now. His grip around you relaxed as he shifted himself to be more fully over you. You met his blazing brown eyes with a hazy lust of your own. You were exhausted, but not finished. You would do anything to satisfy this man. Even if all you could do was lay there.

"I'm yours," you whispered back at him, incapable of saying anything more. You used what little strength you had left to bring your legs up in invitation.

Cody grunted and pushed in, unable to hold himself back any longer. His mouth pressed hotly against yours as he began to thrust. His arms still caging you in, holding you close. His chest rubbed against yours, slick from sweat.

He made what you thought was a hissing noise at first, but upon forcing your eyes open, saw he was trying to form words.

"S... say... say it again," he finally spat out. His own eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he rocked above you. He was a man on a mission.

You hummed in a questioning tone. You'd managed to lock your ankles around his back and had your hands grasping onto the muscles of his shoulders as you felt that familiar wave breach your shores.

"What you said... at the... party..." he rasped.

Your head turned to the side, toward the part of the room the two of you had stumbled from hours earlier, discarding clothes passionately, mindlessly.

Cody grunted again and you turned back to see him shaking his head. He hadn't meant the part about your dress.

His cheeks were flushed, and not from the effort of pounding into you. He never showed that in his face. You realized he was embarrassed. Your strong and noble man, blushing at a request to be called something in bed.

A surge of energy rushed back into you at the thought. You began to scrape your nails down his shoulder blades. Your mouth twitched into a smirk. "Yes, sir."

He groaned, long and low. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and you brought one of your hands to continue its scraping along the back of his head.

"Commander, sir."

Another groan, this time accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. He was losing control.

Which only helped you lose yours as well.

"Oh, Commander..."

You weren't trying to sound so erotic; the sound came from deep within, forced out by the constant drum of his cock inside your overstimulated walls.

"Please. Commander. Come with me."

"Kriff..."

His arms squeezed beneath you, holding you so impossibly close. It was the only thing you were aware of as wave after wave crashed between you. You may have blacked out, or you may have simply submerged yourself in the feeling deeper than you ever had. All that surrounded you was Cody and the pleasure you were creating together. Everything else was dark and soundless.

When the waves finally receded, when your wits more or less returned, you hummed against Cody's chest. He was slumped over you, panting heavily, his skin sticking to yours. But he didn't relax for long. He was too much a gentleman to leave his weight on you, even though he could have easily fallen asleep like that. He lifted himself off, pulled gingerly out of you, and used his arms to drag you along as he rolled onto his side.

You nuzzled yourself against him, sliding your fingers through his slicked chest hair. You knew once you drifted off to sleep, he would get up to clean you off and dress you properly for bed, just as he always did. Before you drifted, though, you felt compelled to acknowledge the new side of him you'd met tonight.

"I didn't realize those titles got you going like that."

"I... didn't either." His voice was quiet. You didn't want him to feel embarrassed by his desires, not when they were so harmless. And endearing.

"Well I thought it was hot," you said with a little laugh, worming yourself more into his side.

Thankfully he returned a chuckle of his own, though still a bit shaky and uncertain. "That's good, I guess. I don't know how I'm going to be able to hear anyone else call me that now, though."

You joined his laughter, picturing his face going red as some poor clone from his unit tries to give him a salute. Your bodies gently shook alongside each other. It was a quiet laughter, tired, more like hums. But it reassured you both that it had been a night well spent. In each other's company, learning together, enjoying each other. Just as you always had, just as you always would.

"Love you, dear one," he whispered with an extra squeeze around you.

"And I love you, Commander Marshall, sir," you whispered back just as you drifted away.

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aticklishpercivalwriter · 4 months ago

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HELLOO i scrolled through your fics and i only saw things about aether/venti/xiao and anemo boys in general, so i was wondering if you could write something about Zhongli! Idk if you’re willing to since yk yk i saw that you particularly like anemo boys, but if you’re actually willing to: May I ask you to write something about Lee!Zhongli and maybe some geo characters or even only one as the Ler? :)

~sam

Finding Out an Archon’s Secret

Request(s): Up above^

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I’m the person who asked for Itto and Zhongli, I didn’t notice I misspelled not once but twice💀 Anyway it was ler Itto and lee Zhongli😭 dyslexia hitting hard rn

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Summary: Itto lands in Liyue and Zhongli finds himself in a tough situation to not reveal his well kept secret.

A/N: I finally finished this fic and I really am sorry for how long it took to get it written. I am not that well versed with writing tickling for characters other than who I really like (Anemo Boys, Lyney, Gaming, Sethos). I’ll be honest, I procrastinated with this fic and its research, trying to make it as good as my other writings. I could’ve written something short to satisfy these requests, but I like to indulge my readers (and myself) even though it takes more outta me. So yeah, for characters I’m not familiar with, it will take time. Hope you enjoy reading this one!

Word Count: 1928 Bonus Word Count: 239 Also on AO3!

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On board The Alcor, Arataki Itto, along with his gang and Kuki Shinobu, arrived at Liyue Harbor.

“Liyue! It feels like it was yesterday when we had our beetle fighting event here,” Itto reminisced.

Shinobu hummed in agreement as they thanked Captain Beidou and got off the boat.

“I’m bringing the gang with me to find some ways we can make Mora overseas. Don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone.”

“Pfft. Me? Causing trouble? Shinobu, I am the responsible One and Oni. I can handle myself just fine.”

Itto grinned at Shinobu, leaning against some crates…before they toppled over.

“AAH!”

Itto fell to the ground, wincing as he got up with the help of Shinobu while the rest of the gang helped with putting the crates back.

“You were saying?” Shinobu’s eyes had a teasing glint in them.

“Ahaha,” he laughed, scratching his head. “I'm a responsible On- hehehey!”

“What am I going to do with you?” she chuckled, scribbling her fingers along his abdomen for a moment before stopping.

“Just be careful and try not to topple more things over.”

“Okahay. Ihihi wihill,” residual giggles slipping out of him.

They exchanged their signature glance before Shinobu called the gang to follow her, leaving Itto at the harbor.

“What to do, what to do…” he scanned the harbor trying to find anything interesting to do when a tall figure caught his eye.

The figure with his dark brown hair tied in a ponytail stood at the fish stall, strands of hair dancing in the gentle breeze.

“He looks familiar.”

Another figure, short with teal hair, walked up to the other. Itto immediately recognized him and sped his way to them.

“Little Dude!”

“I-Itto!?” Xiao quickly handed the bouquet of Qingxin that he was holding to the other man before being carried into the air and engulfed in a hug.

“Still short huh?”

“You big Oni,” Xiao couldn't even be mad at him as his contagious joyful attitude got to him, making him smile.

A chuckle was heard beside them as Itto put Xiao down. Looking at the figure’s face, Itto finally recognized him.

“Ohhhh, Zhongli!”

“Indeed. That is me. Our paths cross again, Itto.”

“Drop the formalities dude! We are bros!”

Itto wrapped an arm around his waist, boisterously laughing and attracting the attention of others.

“Um Itto, I know you are happy, but please tone it down.”

“Oh, heh. Sorry.”

Itto quieted down a bit and they all worked towards Zhongli’s abode talking along the way.

“What’s the bouquet for? Are you asking someone out?”

Zhongli choked on his breath, almost dropping the Qingxin, and Xiao started blushing.

“It’s actually Xiao’s,” Zhongli said, recomposing himself.

“Xiao? I wouldn’t have thought you were the person to be getting flowers.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s mine,” he said, grabbing the Qingxin from Zhongli’s outstretched hand. “I mean, I’m getting it for someone.”

“Who’s the lucky person?”

Xiao’s blush deepened and he started fiddling with his glove.

“It’s for A-Aether.”

Itto’s eyes widened, and he clenched his hand in shock, which was still on Zhongli’s waist, making him double over with a surprised laugh that went unnoticed by the two. Unfortunately for Zhongli, Itto started drumming his fingers as he and Xiao talked. Their conversation was lost to him as he was holding back giggles and laughter from spilling out. The Oni’s tight grip prevented any subtle movements that the retired Archon could try to use to get away.

Unbeknownst to anyone in Liyue, besides Xiao and Childe, the Geo Archon is extremely ticklish. So, having Itto drumming his fingers across his hips was driving him up the wall.

“Aether is definitely a lucky guy. Just follow your heart. You got it in the bag, Xiao,” a sincere grin spread across Itto’s face.

“Thank you, Itto.”

They both shared a glance and faced Zhongli, about to ask what was on his mind when they saw his flushed face.

“Zhongli!”

Itto let him go as Xiao went to examine him.

“Was it my body heat? I didn’t know I was hugging you too tight. I’m sorry!”

As Itto was muttering apologies, Xiao guided his hands to Zhongli’s head and then to his neck, checking his temperature to see if he had a fever.

“Do you feel un-”

“Hmphehe!”

A muffled giggle slipped out of him when Xiao’s hand brushed against his neck. A knowing look passed Xiao’s eyes as he tried to hold back a smile, understanding why Zhongli’s face was flushed.

“Calm down, Itto,” Xiao started, “He’s fine. He just needs a little water, and he should be good. The heat was getting to him. Bring him back home, his house is close by. I’m going to be with Aether now. Just be careful with taking care of him.”

“Okay, I can handle him. You are talking with the responsible One and Oni after all.”

He hoisted Zhongli onto his back and gave Xiao a thumbs-up.

“Good luck with Aether. You got it Little Dude!”

Xiao shook his head fondly before vanishing.

“My house is over there,” Zhongli pointed to a nice-looking building in the distance.

“Hold on tight Zho-Bro. Oni coming through!”

Before Zhongli could say anything, Itto was dashing through the streets of Liyue and arrived right at his front door.

“We’re here!”

Zhongli took out a key and handed it to him so he could unlock the door. When they got in, Itto set him on the couch and went to fetch some water.

He was left with his thoughts and all he could think of was Itto tickling him. The unbearable sensations would rack through his body as Itto found his spots one by one and reduced him into a laughing mess. Anticipation tingles started to spread through his body, and he groaned.

“Reduced to feeling ticklish all over just by a simple drumming of fingers. Oh Itto.”

"What did I do this time?"

Zhongli jolted up into a seating position, his wide golden eyes meeting curious, amber ones.

"Oh, uh," he stuttered, struggling to find words in his flustered state. "Y-Your Oni speed is most interesting. I haven't seen anything like it in a while."

Itto joyfully chuckled. "Oh, that's what you were thinking about! These guns aren't just for show."

He started flexing his muscles and Zhongli let out a quiet sigh of relief, narrowly avoiding sharing his secret. He took a sip of water from the glass Itto brought.

"Oh yeah," Itto stopped and walked over and sat beside him. "How's your temperature?"

Before he could respond, Itto brushed his hand along his neck just as Xiao had done. However, this time, Zhongli jolted and grabbed his hand.

"Oh shoot. Are you hurt?" Itto asked with worry.

"No, no," he reassured him, willing the redness that he knows is on his cheeks away. "You just... caught me by surprise is all."

"Oh, ahaha," Itto laughed. "I tend to do that all the time."

Zhongli let go of his hand, assuming Itto was done, but Itto slid his hand gently to rest on his neck. Zhongli slightly squirmed, a smile forming on his lips as Itto murmured to himself about the temperature.

"Hmm, I think you're fine," Itto said, pulling away. "I'm no doctor but- why are you smiling?"

Zhongli didn't know what to say, panicking as he saw the wheels turn in his head.

"I-uh-eh-"

"You're ticklish, aren't you."

It wasn't said as a question but as a fact.

"N-No!" he squeaked loudly. Seeing Itto smirk made him realize his mistake. "I-I mean- AHAHAHA!"

"Ohoho~" Itto grinned devilishly after squeezing his hips. "I didn't think you of all people would be ti-ck-lish."

He punctuated each syllable with alternating squeezes on his hips making him let out a guffaw of laughter each time.

"GAHAHA! NEHEHEHA! HAHAHA!"

The archon pushed at the Oni's frame to no avail. He was no match for him as he straddled his hips and went to town on them.

"IHIHITTOHOHO! WAIT! WAIT! WAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA!"

Zhongli can't even say a coherent sentence as Itto pinches his hips.

"What was it you were going to say Zho-Bro?~"

"YOU'RE GOING TO- AHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI- EHAHAHA!"

He whacked his hand against Itto's arms only for Itto to grab them and raise them over his head.

"Didn't someone tell you it's bad to hit someone?"

"Didn't someone tell you to not tickle others so suhuhuhdenly!? AHAHAHA!"

Zhongli shook with unrestrained laughter as Itto scribbled his fingers over his stomach.

"Ihihitohoho!"

He tried curling forward, yanking at his arms and desperately trying to pull them down.

"NahahAHAHA! Lehehet meHEHehe gohohoHOHAHA!"

Itto roughly skittered his fingers making the poor archon let out a guffaw of laughter. He tried to curl in on himself, but his captor's grip was too strong.

As the minutes ticked by, Zhongli's attempts at escape weakened. Being restrained under an all too eager Oni who doesn't look like is stopping anytime soon made him even more sensitive.

"Tickle Tickle Tickle, Zho-Bro~"

"STOHOHOP thiHIckLIHIhing meHEHehe theHEHEhe- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHO! NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT SPOHOHOT!"

"Not here, not there. Make up your mind, would ya?" Itto said, smirking all the while as he squeezed his sides with his free hand.

The man beneath him squealed with laughter as he shed tears of mirth, wiggling around trying to avoid his touch. Try as he might, the Oni's hand was able to seek his spots to elicit his deep laughter.

Itto finally let go of his arms and he huffed a sigh of relief, the tickling finally over.

"Hah, Hehe! T-thahank youhu- BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEHEHE- AHAHAHAHA!"

Or so he thought.

"I got you by surprise, didn't I?~ Hahaha!" Itto teased.

"PLEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHAHAHASE!" Zhongli pleaded as evil hands squeezed his sides. "IHIHIHITTOHOHO! YOUHUHU'RE GOHOHOING TOHOHO KIHIHILL MEHEHEHE."

He pushed against Itto's arms, hands, face, anywhere he could reach to deter him, but Itto persisted in making him fall into a crumbling, laughing mess.

And suddenly, he felt it.

"AHAHAHAHA!" he shrieked, feeling thumbs massaging his hip bones. "IHIHI- GAHAHAHA!" he brought his hands to his face, laughing uncontrollably as those thumbs rubbed in slow, circular movements and ignited the ticklish nerves. "NEHEHE- HAHAHAHA!" he tried rolling off the couch to escape Itto's grasp.

"And where do you think you're going, hmm?"

Only to be dragged back and have his sides squeezed mercilessly in punishment.

"WAHAHAIT! I- BWAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHAHAHA!"

This continued on for a few more minutes until Itto sensed that the mighty Geo archon was at his limit. He slowed down to a stop and lifted the tickled-out archon.

"Eheek!"

"Relax, I'm not going to tickle you unless you want me to~" he wiggled his fingers against Zhongli's form.

"Nohoho mohohore!"

"Haha, I'm just messing with you. Just going to sit you up properly."

As residual giggles left his mouth, Itto made space for them both on the couch and refilled their glasses.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Itto asked, grinning from ear to ear at him.

Zhongli couldn't help but smile too as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, it was."

They sat in comfortable silence as Zhongli's breath evened out.

"We gotta do more of this sometime!" Itto joyfully expressed, breaking the silence.

"I don't mind," Zhongli chuckled. "It has actually been quite some time since I laughed like that."

“Sooo, you don’t mind if I do it again right now,” Itto smirked, wiggling his fingers at him.

“Nohohot nohohow!” Zhongli laughed, batting his hands away.

“Just kidding, hehehe.”

“…”

“How about now?”

“No!”

As they conversed, in their minds, they looked forward to another opportunity to do this once again.

—Bonus—

Childe and Shinobu burst through the front door of Zhongli’s home after hearing reports of screaming coming from there. They were met with the sight of Itto clawing at Zhongli’s belly and Zhongli throwing his head back in laughter. Both Childe and Shinobu sighed in relief before taking down the Oni.

“H-Hey!”

“How dare you tickle my Zhongli?!”

“I thought you said you’ll keep out of trouble!? Tickling the Geo archon of all people? I shouldn’t be surprised at how you get into these situations.”

“What do you mean by that!? I don’t get myself into any situaHAHATIOHON! WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA!”

Zhongli watched from the couch as Itto got wrecked by Childe and Shinobu, chuckling at the excuses Itto was making.

“IHIHIHI DIHIHIHIDN’T BREHEHEAK AHAHANYTHIHING!”

“ZHOHOHONGLIHI IHIHINVITED MEHEHE TOHOHO HIHIHIS HOHOME!”

“COHOHOME OHOHOHON! IHIHIHI DIHIHIDN’T DOHOHOHO AHAHANYTHIHING WROHOHONG!”

“TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING IHIHIS HAHAHARMLEHEHESS!”

Hu Tao then came in with a grin and a glint in her eye along with a coffin.

“I heard there was screaming around here and was hoping for a business opportunity~”

Before Zhongli could say anything, Itto's laughing voice rang out.

“IHIHIHI’M GOHOHOING TOHOHO DIEHEHE! HEHEHELP MEHEHE! MEHEHERCY!”

“Ooh! Perfect!” Hu Tao practically sprinted towards the trio as Itto screamed bloody murder as he saw Boo Tao peeking behind her and a coffin coming his way. Childe and Shinobu scrambled for safety and Zhongli dived towards Hu Tao.

Suffice to say, a lot happened that day in Liyue.

#tickling #tickle fic #genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #zhongli #arataki itto #itto #lee!zhongli #ler!itto #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickling #genshin tickle #percival fics

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dollivication · 3 months ago

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Yan Dante with a housewife/husband :3

You really don't wanna be there, but better spend all day cooking and cleaning not thinking than chained up in his smelly ass room or some secret basement he magically has

Dante loves pizza, but he hasn't felt the warmth of a home cooked meal in decades. The feeling he gets from seeing a clean shop, hot food on the table, and the love of his life waiting for him just makes him overwhelmingly happy. After week long missions hearing you welcome him home, albeit he had to beat it into you to get you finally say it, is one of the best things of his life. He knows what his father felt like with Eva, and now he can't help but want a few kids of his own...

Let him misgender me tbh I can't lie....... IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM

Also this scenario with vergil mueheheheeh..... while Dante would be accepting of any kind of partner as long as u never leave him and love him eternally, I think vergil would yearn for something more traditional. More maternal (mommy kink Vergil peak......) wants you to wear a pretty dress and always look pretty for him when he comes home.

(he probably doesn't even have a home he stays at Dantes shop FREAK!!!)

He's very 1950s stereotypical in my opinion IN SOME WAYS I don't think he would like beat women or hate gay people or something..

wants to bend you over the counter and breed you while your still in your apron but Dante lives there too and you always cook enough for the both of them on total accident!!! (Ur hoping Dante realizes it a cry for help)

Woah this is very long um idk I think cooking and cleaning for Yan!Dante and Vergil would be nice yay yipeee 🌀

oh this is splendid… it is ROCK HARD RIGHT NOW i would not mind cooking and cleaning if it meant getting half demon dick errynight 💯💯💯

OHHHHMYGOGJFGdfhh i want dante to hit me .,,,.he’d probably knock me oyut but it’d be worth it!!! this fucker INSISTS on having yu wear an apron because it hugs yur curves laik vro just. EAT your fuckign food… it is NOT that deep STOP IT FIEND!!! never fails to be a perv even in the most normal situations…

you’re scrubbing the floor on all fours??? DOGGY STYLE!! washing dishes?? nice thighs! fucks them!! cooking?? it’d taste better with yur cum!! kill him PLEASE god….. and dante isn’t afraid to slap you around! maybe cups your jaw and forces kisses too if you’re being especially pissy :3

he can’t put a ring on it just YET!! he’s a bit broke 4 that but if you can get pregnant, he will most certainly knock you up…… he probably thinks pregnancy = marriage,, laik mm not quite vro! Execution 🩷

TITTERED AT VERGIL’S BIT I WONT FRONT!!!! i DO agree that he leans more for a traditional spouse.. he’s so old fashioned i hate that Strange creachure..;;

what a mommy kink does to a mf!!! god forbid he catches you acting all nurturing for a kid because it’ll activate something in him!!! (◞‸◟) he’ll be motivated for the wrong reasons and probably stop caring about decency in dante’s house.,,, PUT it DOWN!!!! FUCK!!!

dante is probably too fuckign stupid to think outside of “oh yumy Food..,,🤤” and consider that “oh! vergil is probably forcing them to stay with him here….”

& you’re absolutely cooked if the fiend nature runs in every sparda,,, because if dante DOES realize you’re being kept there against your own will,, he probably will just shrug it off because nobody else will keep his place clean + he gets free food + he can jork it to the sounds of you guys fucking (free porn!!) :3 big and Greedyh….

#dolly thinks #🌀non

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yellowhollyhock · 7 months ago

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this got me thinking about bayverse raph and 07 donnie, and I wanted to write a oneshot where they hug but instead I have ended up with this multichapter concept where they hopefully will both be hugged eventually

so I guess here's part one of Where's the Honor in Secrets, update to come idk when maybe this year

part 1 part 2

"So Leo told Donnie to keep it a secret. From us?"

Mikey paused as he realized where Raph's head was at. Mikey, who, just like Donnie, was ready to accept Leo's decision no matter how unfair. Mikey who wanted so badly to go to the Halloween festival, or comic con, or even the supermarket.

Mikey wouldn't call Leo out on his behavior. And somebody needed to.

"No?" Mikey squeaked, utterly unconvincing. "Hold on." But Raph wasn't listening.

"Who does he think he is?"

Leo was in the dojo, peacefully playing his part as the most responsible ninja even as he kept from his brothers the one thing they'd always wanted most desperately.

Raph strode in with confidence and purpose, righteous fury driving him forward.

"Pop quiz: what are the three most important traits of the ninja?"

He stumbled, confused by his surroundings. He had just stepped under the doorway into the dojo; he'd seen Leo inside practicing before. He turned around to see where he'd come from.

Everything was wrong.

He looked in front of him again, finding, instead of the dojo, someone else's living room.

And like that wasn't weird enough, a little green guy, probably barely over five feet tall, sitting in a rolling chair and wearing a headset.

The strange mutant stared at him, but held up a finger and spoke to someone else.

"Please hold."

He pressed a button, removed his headset, and whirled his chair to face Raph.

They stared at each other. Raph fidgeted. The little guy had looked like a frog at first, but now Raph could see he was definitely a turtle. He even wore a purple ninja mask.

Was he dreaming?

"What?" the turtle in the chair broke the silence.

Raph startled. "What?"

The smaller turtle blinked at him. "What did you ask me, while I was on the phone?"

Raph gaped. This was definitely a dream, it had to be--but he could feel his heart hammering, his face was still flushed with anger. He'd been talking with Mikey in the other room two seconds ago.

"That's what you're asking?" he blurted.

The smaller turtle winced at the increase in volume. "Um," he looked Raph up and down, "I mean, I have a lot of questions, but it seemed the most polite to ask about what you just said, and if I knew that it might give me a starting point to know what else to ask, because right now this makes literally no sense and I don't know what I don't know. Does that make sense?"

Oh, this was going to be a long day. Or dream, or whatever it was. "No, it doesn't."

The smaller turtle sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm going with, you're a hallucination and that probably means I haven't slept, so. I'm gonna finish this call and then clock out."

That left him with all kinds of concerns of varying urgency, but somehow the only thing he managed to say was, "Hey! I'm not a hallucination."

"That's exactly what a hallucination would say," the smaller turtle smirked with misplaced smugness as he slipped his headset back on.

"No it ain't!" he protested, even though it probably was.

"Thank you for holding. Do you see the three dots at the top left corner of your screen?"

Something about the clipped, professional tone had Raph waiting patiently, hands folded neatly in front of him. Waiting made him antsy, especially since he still had no idea where he was or who he was talking to, but he pushed the panic down for now. This was probably all a dream anyway.

He zoned out while his dream who thought he was a hallucination finished walking a stranger through changing their settings.

Then, finally, the headset was tossed unceremoniously onto the desk, and the smaller turtle beelined for--away from Raph.

"Hey!"

He didn't even glance over his shoulder. Raph hated being ignored. He crossed the room in three long steps, and grabbed the at-this-point-probably-not-a-dream by the shoulder.

"Don't leave me here!"

He turned the weird mini-mutant around to face him, and was shocked to see the little guy's eyes fill with fear. He immediately drew his hands back; he hadn't meant to be too rough. He was usually good about keeping control while he fought, always bearing in mind that humans were smaller, with softer skin, and no protective shell.

But now he wasn't fighting, and probably hadn't been careful enough.

"Uh, sorry. I just wanna know how I got here and who you are and how I'm gonna get home. I didn't mean to--are you okay?"

The smaller turtle didn't appear hurt, but he was blinking away tears. He seemed a bit out of it, and it was kind of freaking Raph out. He sort of reminded him of Donnie when he got focused on one thing and startled easily, if Donnie were very small and smiled a lot less.

"'M good," he swiped at his snout. "Sorry. Just got startled. I mean, I wasn't expecting you to be corporeal."

Raph took another look at the little creature in front of him, whose reaction to a stranger appearing in his living room had been 'what.' The purple mask concealed the dark circles under his eyes, but Raph could guess they were there from the slumped shoulders and bloodshot eyeballs. He looked like he might fall over if someone talked too loudly in his direction.

"How long did you say it's been since you slept?"

He laughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. His sudden turnaround startled Raph a little. "Don't worry about it. Now that we for sure know you are in fact corporeal, we should probably figure out how you got here and how you're going to get back to wherever you came from."

"I knew I was corporeal," Raph argued instinctively. He bit his tongue; this weird sleep-deprived little mutant was his best chance at getting home.

To his surprise, the little guy started pushing him towards the couch. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Wait here," he instructed, "I need to get my notes."

"Your notes?" Raph was starting to get irritated. "How often do you get random people dropping in here?"

He was already walking away. Raph twisted to look over the back of the couch so he could shout at his retreating shell. "I still don't even know who you are!"

A door clicked shut. Raph sighed angrily. He tried to make himself comfortable on the couch while he waited.

Was he in some kind of mutant turtle world? Was this a punishment for doubting Leo's decision about becoming human?

The purple-masked mutant reappeared with a clipboard clutched under one arm, a thick textbook in another. It wasn't exactly reassuring.

He settled on the armchair, setting the book down next to himself and clicking his pen on and off. "Best theory I have so far is an alternate dimension," he announced. "What's your name, by the way?"

Raph crossed his arms, eyeing the clipboard mistrustfully. "You first."

The little mutant shrugged. "I'm Donnie."

Raph's heart-rate spiked. "That's--" he fought to keep his tone and expression calm. He didn't really have the luxury to not trust this guy at all, but he couldn't exactly fully trust him either. "That's my brother's name."

Donnie scribbled eagerly on the clipboard. He flipped the back to a dog-eared page, but kept talking instead of reading. "Well that pretty much confirms it. You're Raphael, right? And your brothers are Leo, Mikey, and Donnie."

Okay, that was definitely the exact opposite of reassuring. Was he meant to understand that he'd somehow landed himself in some kind of mirror-world, where short, frog-like versions of his family worked customer service jobs over the phone? The worst part was, if a situation like that dropped into his living room back home, this was pretty much exactly how Donnie would break the news.

"Can I talk to Master Splinter?" he asked, rather than confirm his name.

"Ah, no. Bad idea. This time of night, with this kind of news... we better not. But you can meet Mikey!"

Alright, that was downright suspicious. Why would Mikey be the only one he could meet? Something about this whole situation was deeply off. But Raph didn't know what to do, besides stay on his guard. He'd literally been in his own living room not fifteen minutes ago.

Donnie was already knocking lightly on Mikey's bedroom door. Raph wondered if this Mikey's room was next to his and across from Donnie's, like back home.

He didn't have much time to think about it before a turtle even smaller than Donnie, this one maskless, was practically on top of him.

"Who are you? Is he Raph? He's got a red mask and twin sai. Are you Raph? Is he from a parallel universe like in The One?"

Donnie chuckled. "Well, I hope it isn't too much like The One, but yes. As far as we've determined, this is Raph from a parallel universe. Seems like there was some kind of unexplained link between our worlds that he slipped through accidentally. I haven't determined what caused it, so I need you to call out of work tomorrow and be very careful around the exit. Raph, this is my brother Mikey. You'll meet Raph and Master Splinter in the morning."

Something about having a hyper Mikey practically in his lap and hearing Donnie's sleepy rambles put Raph at ease in spite of himself. It also made him ache for his own brothers, and Donnie's less than thorough explanation of how he'd gotten here didn't inspire confidence that he'd be able to get back.

"Okay," he managed to croak out, unsure what else to say.

"What's your favorite food? We could make it tomorrow. Hey, we should watch a movie! I bet you haven't seen any of the same movies we've seen."

Raph glanced uncertainly between the two of them. Donnie gave him a sympathetic look.

"He's probably tired, Mikey. I'll set up a couple air mattresses, I think that's as comfortable as we can offer tonight. Unless you'd want to sleep in Leo's bed? It'll be kinda small for you, but firmer than an air mattress."

Raph had about a million questions--where was Leo? Why were these guys so short? Why couldn't they wake up Master Splinter, or their Raph? What was that about being careful near the exit? And besides all that, he still had his own brothers and that purple stuff that could change their lives on his mind.

But mostly, he was wondering what kinds of movies they had in other dimensions.

"Actually, I'm nocturnal. I'd be down for a movie."

Donnie and Mikey exchanged identical grins--the kind that made Raph wonder what he'd just gotten himself into.

He leaned forward and held up a finger.

"No cartoons."

They both laughed, and Raph felt himself smile.

#tmnt #2007 donnie #bayverse raph #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2007 #yellow writes #bayverse raph is so fun to write for #2007 mikey #where's the honor in secrets

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villainsblog97 · 2 years ago

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hello !! hope you're doing well

okay so i have a request that has been on my mind recently idk if it's a good idea or not but could you please write xdinary heroes when they see their

s/o crying because they accidentally hurt them

i know it feels like sad but i think it can turned into a cute thing anyways :')

oh and you can take your time on this one i don't mind if you write it and post it like 2 weeks later

tysm !:)

Hello my love! I am doing very well I hope you're also doing well too!

I would absolutely love to write this for you!

Xdinary Heroes Scenario

(Realizing they've hurt you)

Summary: How would our heroes react after they have realized they have hurt you.

Warnings: Obvious Angst, Language, Maybe some pg 13?

Scenario: Angst, Fluff at the end, romance, Boyfriend AU

Gun-il

Gun-il has a lot on his plate

Being the leader of his band

It's not easy

Especially this group

But he always tries to make time for you

He sat on the couch one night

You kept asking him if he ate

or if he''s drinking water

He was hard at work

Finally you tried to help

You came up and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders

Only to have a rather unpleasant response

Gun-il tore your arms off of him

"Not now Y/N!" he snapped

You jumped a little at his voice

You nodded and slowly walked over to the kitchen

Gun-il's guilt was now eating him alive

He caught a glimpse of your sad figure slowly dragging to the kitchen

He sighed and sat all his notebooks and stuff to the side

And asked you to bring him some water

He was really asking you for something after talking to you the way he did!?

You agreed and grabbed the water bottle out of the fridge before walking over and dropping it down on the coffee table

You turned around and walked away

But Gun-il grabbed your hand before you could fade out of his view

And pulled you down into his lap

"I'm so sorry baby, I was out of line" he spoke lowly

Almost in a desperate whisper

"I understand you don't need any comforting Gun" You sighed as you tried to break out of his grip

"I always need you baby" He whispered again before pulling you closer to trap your lips in his

Guess it was time for him to take a break.

Jungsu

Jungsu was not having a good day

at all

It was just feeling like everything bad was happening

He spilled his coffee all over him in the morning

He dropped food on his music sheet

and to make matters worse

He had a short in one of the cords for his keyboard

So all the sound was off

Nothing could make his day worse

Except

A red sock in his white laundry

He came home and you were standing there with a look of worry

"What's wrong?" He asked as he dropped his bag on the floor by the couch

"Um...Jungsu... you did laundry this morning... and uh You left a sock in your white pile... and.... it sort of.... got put in to....the washer"

He drew the longest sigh you have ever heard

"Everything is pink now isn't it?" he sighed

You nodded

Jungsu groaned in agony

"Why didn't you pay attention!?"

"Whoa, I'm sorry Jungsu, but it wasn't my fault"

"Right, it's my fault! It's always my damn fault!"

You nodded

Obviously he needed some space

"Okay... I'm gonna give you some space now, come find me when you've calmed down" you walked away and went into your room and slammed the door

You sat on your bed and sighed irritated

A few minutes later you heard a small knock on the door

Jungsu slowly opened the door and sat on the bed

pulling you into his arms

You pulled away but he whined and wrapped his arms around you tighter

"please hug me Y/N!!!" he whined

"I don't want to Jungsu!"

He whined again and refused to let you go and kissed your cheek multiple times

"Please Jagiyaaaa" he whined again

Whining and holding you finally go you to let out a small laugh

"Oh! you laughed!" he smiled and pulled you backwards on the bed

"No! let me go! I'm mad at you!"

"No!" he laughed as he held you tightly

"Kim Jungsu!" you whined

He shut you up by pressing a quick kiss to your lips

"I'm sorry, I just had a bad day, I shouldn't have taken it out on you"

He frowned

"No you shouldn't have"

He nodded and hugged you closer

How could you not forgive him

"Okay fine.. I forgive you" you laugh

You laid in bed, hearing all about Jungsu's horrible day

You kissed his head and told him you'd make him some food to help him feel better.

Gaon

Jiseok was really pissed off

(And I've said it many times)

(Boy looks freaking scary when he's mad)

Some guy was obviously making moves on you

He was making comments to you

Flirting obviously

Even though your boyfriend was literally right next to you

You were brushing off his comments

But the more this person tried

the more mad he was getting

God he was fuming

The person finally announced they had to go to the bathroom

"Jiseok are you okay?"

"Do I look fine to you?? That person is obviously hitting on you!"

"They're just being nice Jiseok"

"Don't be stupid Y/N, I know what nice looks like"

Did he just call you stupid?

"What did you just call me!?"

He sighed a little at his comment

"I meant-" you glared and walked away from him

You sat away from him, cursing his name under your breath

The same person that was complimenting you came and sat beside you

You explained to them that you just wanted to be left alone

And that's when the moves started being passed

first they tried to rest their hand on your leg

You moved your leg

Then they kept wanting to buy you drinks

You kept declining the offer

Eventually your hand was grabbed and you were brought back to Jiseok's side

"I'm going to ask you once, to stay away from my Y/N"

The person got up and left

Annoyed

But nowhere near as annoyed as Jiseok

"Jiseok...I'm so sorry you were right! god I am stupid!" your eyes stung with tears as he wrapped your arms around your boyfriend

He held you close

"You're never stupid baby... I was stupid to let you walk away from me" He looked you in the eyes before pulling into the most passionate kiss ever

he had to let you know how much he loved you

"Jiseok, I wanna go home" you whispered in his ear.

Jiseok nodded and took your hand, leading you out.

O.de

Seungmin and you were arguing over something that he had no control over

It was your first dating anniversary

And he was going to miss it

Because the band had to be at a festival

The exact same day

Seungmin didn't want to do this to you

But he literally had no choice

You tried not to let it bother you

But it was an important day

You let your emotions get to you

And here you were

"I told you what came with this relationship Y/N!"

"Yes I know Seungmin, am I not allowed to be mad!?"

"You're being ridiculous is what you're being! There isn't a damn thing I can do about this, so please stop bitching about it!"

The snap made your heart break a little

It's almost like he didn't care

"Well if you don't care about it, why are you still here!?" you yelled back

"I don't know! Why am I!?"

He stormed off and walked out the door, slamming it aggressively

You slid down the wall in tears

He really didn't care that much

But oh were you wrong

Seungmin slowly opened the door and walked back in

"Y/N, can I please come back inside now?"

You looked up and saw him

"Why?"

"Because I love you, and I'll have the day after off, so we can just celebrate it the next day, whatever you want to do"

You stayed quiet for a second

"Baby please... please can I come back now"

You looked at his eyes and saw the plea in them

You couldn't help it anymore

You stood up and ran and jumped into his arms

Wrapping your legs around his torso as he held you tightly in his arms

He kissed you as if he was going to lose you

Holding you so tightly

He was carrying you away to your room

ready to show you how much he loved you.

Junhan

(Can anyone even fight with this guy??)

Hyeongjun came home really tired and totally stressed out

He messed up on one of his guitar solos

Though nobody noticed

You were back stage and could see the frustration in his face

He tried to put on a happy face

But he's always so hard on himself when I comes to his performance

You went home first and he shortly followed

He dropped his bag on the floor and set his guitar case down

Then he plopped down on the couch

You tried to comfort him as much as you could but everytime you did

It got him more and more frustrated

"But I messed up Y/N!" He finally snapped

It made you jump a little

You've been dating Hyeongjun for almost 3 months now and you've never heard him raise his voice

His whole demeanor changed when he saw you jump

"Y/N no.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he spoke so gently to you

"It's okay Jun... I know you get frustrated"

"It just sucks sometimes... I want to be perfect"

You laughed a little

"Oh baby nobody is perfect, you don't think the guys make mistake?"

"That's what they told me"

You spent the rest of night

Laid out on the couch

Hyeongjun laying his head on your chest

Hearing your heartbeat, playing him a perfect melody

Jooyeon

(Do I have to do this one? 🥺)

I've said it multiple times

Jooyeon doesn't express his emotions much

Unless something is really bad

Majority of the time he's just a goofy, fun loving guy

But this fight was bad

Bad bad

There was lots of fighting

Screaming

Yelling

And words you'd never say to each other

Jooyeon finally told you the words you didn't want to here

"If you're so unhappy maybe we shouldn't be together anymore!"

You could feel your heart shatter

The pain was too much

"Fine then... its over Jooyeon!"

(This hurts so much!!)

You walked away from him

Slamming the door

Jooyeon was left with nothing but tears and frustration

That resulted to him showing up at his hyung's door at 2 AM because he can't sleep

"I screwed up Gun-il hyung.... I've lost them... maybe forever" He'd cry

Gun-il would hold his youngest brother

Pat him on the back

And tell him not to give up on you

That would result

In him knocking on your door at maybe 4 in the morning

You'd open the door

Seeing his head hanging low to his chest

But as he raised his head

You saw the red around his eyes

The swell in his cheeks

"Jooyeon?"

He wouldn't say anything

He would just push open the door and wrap you tightly in his arms as the tears spill over

"I didn't mean any of that Y/N" he would mumble as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

"Please....please don't say it's over" He'd beg

(I wanna stop!! 😭)

You would nod back to him and hug him tightly

Tears also threatening your eyes

He would kiss you so many times each time longer than the other

You'd tangle your hands in his hair

Holding him like he would slip out of your grip

He was doing the same

#xdinary heroes #boyfriend scenario #gun-il #jungsu #gaon #ode #junhan #jooyeon

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the-last-f2p · 2 years ago

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Yandere promts day 11

Featuring: Yandere Platonic dark era Dazai and Chuuya x child reader. (Idk I had an idea trust me)

11. “I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile.”

TW: Swearing,bullying, suicide mentions , murder

Y/N is 11.

13:00

"HEYYYYYYYY Y/NNNNN !!" Someone screamed from somewhere behind I, I quickly turn around around and realize it was Yumeno Qyusaku. Wait what was he doing here?!

"Q?" I ask scream

"YA?!"

"COME OVER HERE!" I scream again my voice getting slighty tired. The chaotic boy then runs toward me.

"Do you wanna play?" Qyusaku asks me. Was this the reason he came to my school??? Doesn't he have a job or something? Couldn't he wait for a few more hours?

"Q... You know I'm at school right?"

"School... Wait... That reminds me! I'm not supposed to be here! Gottagobyeeee!" Qyusaku then runs off while I just stare into space thinking how the hell did he sneak in here?!

"Hey weirdo who was that other guy?" I roll my eyes immidetaly realize who it was. Haru the meanest guy in school.

"Was he your weirdo friend? Thought you couldn't get any friends. Maybe you should that shit ability of yours and force someone to be your friend." You started to feel a bit... Weird again. It happened everytime Haru said somehting about your abilty or about your friends. It stared as a pit in your stomach then evenutally transfered to the building up of tears in your eyes. Yes you ecepted that your ability was pretty messed up. '1984' it allowed anyone who hurt you to do a task for you ranging from making you toast or killing someone the only way to deactivate your ability is if

1: They die

2: The task you asked them to do is complete

3: Dazai

"Actually why are you still here? You have no friends. You skip class loads and everyone hates you. I think it would be better if you just died. No one would miss you." Thats when I broke I can't do that thats Dazai's thing right? I-I - Um Chuuya! He would miss me and Q OH and Kyoka ! Thats at least 4 people. But would they.. They are my friend right? Chad then left as tears started to well up in my eyes...

Maybe I should just go home....

13:30

Dazai Onii-San

I'm coming home early

Why?

Just am can you tell Chuuya please

Tell me first :)

I'll just text him myself

Chuuya Onii-San

I'm coming home early

Is the door unlocked

Idk

We'll see lol bye

bye

13:35

Dazai POV

Y/N just texted me a few minutes ago saying that they were coming from school early. Thats not like them, they usally say things like I love school :). I asked them why but they won't tell me. But thanks to the amazing Osamu Dazai I have narroed it down for two reasons.

A kid

A teacher

Either way whoever or whatever made Y/N skip school is going to die.

Your POV

I had finally made it home and opened the door. I let out a sigh of relief. Should've probably kept that in...

"Y/N. Do you by any chance want to tell me why you came hom early?" I immidetely knew that I had 2 choices

Tell Dazai

Leg it to your room.

But I were 11 so.... I literally ran so fast that I smacked my face to the door.

"HOLY SHIT THAT HURT!" I probably shouldn't have said that..

"1. Y/N you can't say that 2. tell me what happened right now orrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Well now I actually only have 1 choice Dazai was pretty persisntent and scary if I didn't do what he said.

"fine... Someone was being mean to me at school." "Who and what?"

"Haru Hinomori he's a year older than me. And-and he-he said that I should die and no one would miss me" I couldn't finish the rest as I started to cry and ran into my room.

Dazai POV

Hmmmm Haru Hinomori should probably write that down... Well no Chuuya should write that down!

Hat weirdo

Chuuyaaaaaaaaa

Tf do u want

Can u come over here

Just come over here

were????

My apartment :)

"Chuuuyaaaaa!!!" I threw my hands around the short hat man.

"GET OFF ME BITCH!" Chuuya then punched me. -Ow... Get to the point Dazai.

"Y/N is crying ."

"WHERE?!"

"their room."

Chuuya then ran up to Y/N room.

Your POV

13:50

I heard a knock on the door I'm pretty sure it was Dazai so I said

"go away Dazai" I sniffle.

"its Chuuya." I don't care just don't come in.

"I'm coming in." He then opened the door.

Chuuya POV

"I'm coming in." I opened the door gently and was greeted with them slumped in the corner of the room crying.

"hey its ok..." I sit down next to them and try and comfort them trying to comfort them keyword trying I'm pretty sure they started to cry harder...

"“I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? " They tried to do a small smile I don't know how but I managed to laugh. “You’re so pretty when you smile.” I gave them a headpat and left.

If me and Dazai knew anything it would be that....

Someone's going to die tonight

#yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya nakahra #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere osamu dazai #yandere nakahara chuuya #yandere promts #fyp #-sybilliya

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buckyslittlegirl · 2 years ago

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Pls some roommate!Bucky x innocent reader where she is massaging his dick (like she things that he is hurt or smt)

Roommate!bucky x innocent! Reader

Warnings: Bucky takes advantage of reader, masturbation, hand job, naive reader, uhhhh idk if I've missed anything.

Not proofread

A/n: thanks for all the requests! I hope to get through them soon. Also I hope this is what you wanted anon!

Bucky sat on the couch of your shared apartment, cock in his warm palm slowly pumping it. You had left the house 5 minutes ago to run to the supermarket, giving Bucky a solid hour to take care of the raging boner he’s had since the moment he woke up.

Using his thumb the collect the bead of pre cum on his tip, he groaned as he rubbed it over the head of his red cock. He closed his eyes imagining it was you pleasuring him. Distracted by the pleasure he missed the sound of the door squeaking open and your little foot steps tip toeing towards him.

It was the gasp you let out that broke Bucky from his fantasy. Turning his head back to look at you he mentally punched himself, wanting to sink into a dark whole.

After a minute of staring down at him with wide eyes you finally spoke

“W-what are you doing?” You said in a hused tone.

"Doll I uh didn't think you'd be back so soon." sweat was dripping down his forehead from both stress and from his previous actions.

"Sorry, I forgot my wallet" you said eyes locking onto the strange hard thing between his legs, blushing as it twitched under you gaze.

"W-what is that" you questioned

"Oh um this is just something guys have" he paused thinking of what to say next. Before he went to speak a wicked idea cane to mind.

"It gets all big and stiff like this when I'm stressed, I was just taking care of it, I'm sorry you saw that doll.

Finally tearing your wide eyes away from his lap you met his lastfull gaze. Had you not been so naive you would have seen how he was tearing your close off with his eyes, but being the innocent soul you we're it just looked like he was in pain.

"Does it hurt? Maybe we should go to the hospital"

Bucky almost moaned at your concern about his leaking cock.

"Yeah it hurts doll but I've just gotta touch it till this special juice comes out" he slowly moved his hand back down demonstrating how he does it.

"Oh Bucky I don't want you to be in pain" you said kneeling in front of him in an instant

"I wanna help Bucky, show me how I can help" you pleaded.

"Are you sure doll? That would mean so much to me but i don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"No buck I want to help. Show me how to make you feel better." you looked at the hard pole in front of you grimancing at how red and angry it looked, throbbing an swollen glistening with liquid.

'Oh Bucky must be in so much pain' you sadly thought.

"Alright doll" Bucky grabbed the hand resting on his thigh and lead it to his dick, both gasping as it wrapped around the length, Bucky in pleasure, an you in shock at how it was hot to the touch.

"Alright doll now we go up and dow- ah yes just like that" he moaned when you went straight to work following his instructions. Bucky kept his hand over yours guiding until it got to a pace he liked before letting it go" he felt your hot breath on his cock and how you we're panting in concentration.

"Doll I'm so close, makin me feel so good baby, youre such a good girl"

You squeezed your thighs together at his praise, a foreign tingle forming in your stomach.

"Doll gimme your other hand" you immediately complied still pumping him in your fist as he moved the other hand to cup his balls.

"Alright doll I'm almost there just massage down there and pump a bit faster" you did what he asked causing him to almost yell from the pleasure.

Thinking he was in pain you leaned in and gave his shaft a kiss hoping to reassure him everything will be alright.

At the feel of your delicate lips on his raging cock he lost it, practically screaming as streams of white roped shot out of him and over your beautiful face. You kept pumping working him through it before after what felt like hours his body lay still as he shuddered.

He looked down at you with a softer lustfull gaze watching you wipe your face with your hands, shocked from the explosion.

"Is it all better?" you aske hopefully, eyeing his now limp dick which was looking much more soft and less angry.

"Oh doll, it's more than better"

#dark!bucky barnes x innocent reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #innocent reader #naive reader #dark fanfiction

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years ago

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haikyuu boys and their hands (nsfw)

a/n: this was actually a request that had me *eager* when i read bc the horny motherfucker inside me got activated NDSYHASJH.. also i tried with this,, i don’t really write for kink a super lot but i hope you still enjoy what came out of this

edit: i’m blushing and biting my lip while writing this what the FAWK also SO SORRY this is so late i wanted it to be good

[the request: idk if you requests are open or not but if you don't like the request or anything im fine with you just ignoring it! Anyways, what if reader had like a hand kink with ushiwaka, tendou and who ever else you want. How would they find out and how do you like they would put it into their sex lives. Or maybe even teasing...]

includes: ushijima, tendou, akaashi

ushijima:

he liked his hands from a volleyball standpoint

they let him feel powerful when he spiked- in that split second he’s in the air and the ball makes contact with his palm, he’s the sheer force driving it into the ground

other than that, he never thought much else about them

but you couldn’t help it, somehow your eyes kept landing on them

it was in the way he’d palm the ball in one hand, or the way his hand came down to hit it...

he finally found out one day while he was in the kitchen. he was leaning against the counter with an innocent cup of coffee in one hand, the other behind him to hold him steady

the hand holding the cup’s handle made it look so small, but the cup isn’t what you were focusing on

you walked in front of him and he raised his eyebrows

maybe it was time

“have i ever told you that i like your hands?” you asked casually, your own hands making their way to his waist

he hummed in surprise while he took a sip

“you haven’t”

“well,” you announced, “i ... like them.” each word was said with weight

he placed his cup down behind him. “um, thank you?” he replied, a little confused at the compliment, but it was a compliment nonetheless

you chuckled, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his, breath catching at the reality of them obviously being bigger than yours

he put down the cup as he watched your now intertwined fingers

“toshi i mean,” you spoke, realizing you were gonna have to be more obvious, “sometimes i see your hands and they make me feel... you know”

to give him more of a hint, you brought the hand intertwined with yours to your ass

of course, he got the idea

though what surprised you was how he slightly brought his hand away first and how there was a slight impact when he did grab your ass

“oh,” was all he said, voice much lower, “i see”

gosh he made sure you got what you wanted

before you knew it, his hands were coming behind your thighs to lift you and bring you back to your room

you don’t know what the fuck you switched on but your stomach was filled with excitement

he dropped you on your back and his hands were all over you, making you feel so small as they roamed across your body

framing your waist, gripping your thighs and kneading that flesh right before he pulled them apart

you noticed how he used them more, making you aware of where they were and where they were going

they were strong as they pulled your underwear down, accidentally stretching it in his fervor

they gripped your waist as he fucked into you, then one travel to the side of your neck before cupping your cheek

you loved how he was everywhere and all you could feel or think was him

tendou:

something about him was especially limber, tendou was more flexible than most guys

you could tell in how he stretched his body so easily, elongating himself even more

it was in the smallest details of him, all the way up to his fingers

so maybe your gaze lingered on them more often than not

it was in the way his fingers would frame the sides of his face if he rested his head in his palm

they were just so long and you’d almost find yourself in a trance whenever he’d wrap them so meticulously for volleyball

his hands were just so pretty and the wrapping just added focus to them

you could tell he cared about his hands in how he stretched them often, making sure to ease any finger jams

he finally figured you out this one day you offered to wrap his fingers for him

you gave this little massage to each one, pressing with just enough force with the pads of your thumbs

you even massaged his palms and he could see how you held his hands with such care

they were so large, it took both of yours to fully hold one

“they’re so pretty, satori” you let out as soon as you finished the last wrap, giving him another small squeeze

he eyed your work, straightening out his hands and appreciating how you didn’t do it too tight that he couldn’t articulate them

your eyes watched as he did so

“i think someone enjoyed that more than they’d like to admit,” he smirked, making you blush

oh gosh now he fully knows and he becomes the devil because of it

the teasing is subtle at first but he slowly makes their presence more and more noticeable

it could be a hand on your thigh while he’s driving. you just glance down and his perfect hand with the veins along the back of it encompassing your thigh. this is innocent, right?

or it could be him running his hands through his hair next to you and they just look so strong and perfect

so maybe he’s admiring you with his head in his palms but he’s drumming a finger on his chin

he reaches over to you, lifting your chin to really look at him, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?”

he’ll thumb your bottom lip just to tease but to leave it at that, to leave you wanting more

he finally gives you what you want one day as you’re sitting in between his legs, back to his chest

he has access to all of you, his hands roam wherever they want (not that you’d object anyway)

his lithe fingers make their way to your neck, achingly slow to wrap around it and apply light pressure

“this what you had in mind all those times you were staring?” he murmurs close to your ear

“you think i didn’t see?” he chuckles lowly, his voice sending need right to your core

best believe he inserts his digits achingly slowly even when he does finally give you what you want

he wants you whining and panting against him

of course he’ll make you suck on his fingers (goodbye i’m internally screaming)

akaashi:

a pretty setter has to have pretty hands, it just makes sense

there’s something even more attractive about a guy who takes care of his nails too

his cuticles are clean and neat, his fingers are slim but articulate

you couldn’t help but fawn over his hands

it was in the way he had this habit of fiddling with his fingers. akaashi himself barely noticed that he did it

they were attractive even in everyday circumstances

while he sketched and held a pencil, he looked so pretty himself and even more so as his pencil glided with ease and precision

one of your favorite ways of staying connected was by holding hands, it kept you close so easily

you two were in bed watching something a little aimlessly, fingers intertwined

then he felt you lift his hand just to bring it to your lips. he watched you as you pressed a slow kiss to his knuckles

“i should be doing that to you,” he chuckled, but smiling nonetheless because he appreciated the gesture anyway

perhaps the light air shifted when you let go of his hand to unravel it

you just had to

you held eye contact with him as you pressed a soft kiss to each of the pads of his fingers

in between each kiss you told him, “so. pretty. keiji.”

just then, you could see his eyes become lidded as the realization hit him

“oh?”

you just gave him a little smirk in response as you pressed another kiss to the side of his hand

his other hand reaches over to go to the back of your head to pull you closer to him

his face is inches from yours as he watches you (up close, this time) press yet another languid kiss to the back of his hand

“you’re gonna be the end of me, darling” he murmurs into your lips

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wizkiddx · 3 years ago

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hiii!!! omg please please pleasee do a part two of 3 hearts broken cus it fucking slaps miss girl

part 2 to 3 broken hearts!!! ive been so 🥺 at all the lovely comments+interest pt 1 had so thanku all !

summary: serious serious angst again will tom somehow get it back (unlike looking cos boy is a fool)

warnings: again lots of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) / wayyyy too much tea / slating Dom abit (obvs fictional but idk if I like the guy sorry his opinions are :/) / commitment issues

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

read part 1 here!!!!

That was three days ago now. Three days since you'd spoken to your boyfrien- well, Tom. It wasn't evident what the situation was.

The typical British weather brought with it the most ironic pathetic fallacy you could ever see. The clouds were dark and glooming, firing angry pellets of rain out as hard as they could. When you had pulled up on the roadside, it had just been a light drizzle but synchronised with your anxiety levels rising - so did the rain. When you finally opened up the car door, you threw your hoodie open with a sigh before running up the pathway to the front door.

It was the same burgundy red that you knew so well, but this time instead of just letting yourself in - you stood in the rain used the brass knocker thing twice. To be honest, you were hoping that no one was home - but in that house, it was pretty unlikely. After 30 seconds of getting drenched in the downpour, you were about to let yourself in with the spare key before the door swung open.

"Oh! Er Y/n?"

"Yeh um hi." You had to shout a bit over the sound of what must now be classified as a storm.

"Toms not-"

"I know. Can I come in?" As awkward and stunted as this conversation was, if you didn't get out of the rain asap you would literally end up drowned.

“Oh er yeh-yeh yeh come in.”

Harry stammered as he held the door open, gesturing for you to enter into the tiled hallway. Gratefully, you followed, throwing your sopping wet hood back down and wiping your feet on the floor.

"Sorry for just showing up, but I left some scripts here. My management are on my arse to read them and-"

"And you waited till Tom left for mum and dads?" The fluffy-haired boy has caught you red-handed; there was no defence, so you didn't even try.

Because yes, you knew on a Friday afternoon when Tom was home he would always, like clockwork, go to his parents just to kick back and watch gogglebox with both of them. It was only natural then that you chose Friday afternoon to come and pick up your stuff.

"I've been waiting in my car for half an hour till I saw him leave." Harry half laughed at that, still the two of you standing opposite each other in the hallway. "Um, do you… do you hate me Harry?"

Clearly, he hadn't quite been expecting your question going by the way his eyes almost bugged out his head.

"No, I-I, of course, I don't… look, I'm home alone so you fancy a cuppa?" Not being able to help the small chuckle, you nodded appreciatively, following Harry through the house.

"Your answer to everything is tea."

Harry had prepared the two mugs in silence as you sat at the table waiting patiently - if nervously too. You didn't miss how Harry had still used your favourite mug, having had to dig through the cupboard to find the weird square-shaped thing. Once done, he rounded the kitchen island and placed it in front of you, which you instantly cradled in two hands - for the hope of warming you up.

"You cold?" Obviously, it was pretty evident that sitting in your rain-soaked hoodie was not cosy at all. "Hang on a sec."

The boy sprung up again, returning moments later with a hoodie in hand, one he offered out to you with a little smile. The issue was that him and Tom shared clothes, so the hoodie he was kindly offering to you also had been worn by Tom before. Which made it hurt a little bit to wear. It was better than sitting soaked through though.

"How have you been then?"

"Not the best, to be honest, but uh… how about you?"

"Being with Tom while he's fighting with you? Oh, it's a barrel of laughs. You might've escaped it, but I haven't." He was trying to lighten the mood, and you appreciated it, offering him a half-smile that didn't really meet your eyes.

"Yeh sorry about that."

"Don't apologise; it doesn't sound like it's your fault Y/n."

That surprised you. Tom, especially when he was in moods like he was when you argued, wasn't one to admit when he was wrong. It was usually how the world was against him and how he was so hard done by. Accepting responsibility was something he hadn't said to you yet - but at least, small steps.

"He say that?"

"Pretty much… doesn't seem like he's angry at you, but-but he's still angry."

"At the world?" You rolled your eyes; this seemed to be the same old Tom through and through. Still immature. Still not with the right mindset.

"At himself." Harry countered, slightly entertained, when he saw the flash of surprise in your face as he sipped his drink. "And me… if I dare to so much as breathe this week."

This time you properly laughed, and Harry joined in too before the room fell back to silence - except the noise of the rain hitting the garden patio slats. You swirled the tea round in your mug, feeling the brunette's eyes on you. He'd always been your fake little brother too, since you'd met the Hollands way back 3 and a half years ago. Tom and yourself were barely adults, which meant the twins were still proper children. Harry had always been the one that understood you. Hollands, by nature, loved humans - loved to talk, to chat, to gossip. But sometimes, doing all that socialising got too much for you, as it did for Harry. He was the only one that seemed to understand social exhaustion. So when those moments had hit, you'd kept each other company in silence.

He got you, sometimes in ways your own boyfriend didn't.

"You know why he got so worked up, right?" You shook your head, looking up curiously. "Dad got under his skin on his birthday zoom thing."

Ah, now that did seem to coincide with the start of Tom's more petulant phase. To be fair, Tom had been asking to move in together for near enough a year now - but it was only in the past month it seemed to be the only thing you'd talk about and obviously only three days since the flight back. Dom's birthday barely a week ago, whilst you and Tom were both filming - except Tom had managed to get a day off where you hadn't. So you hadn't heard this conversation.

"What'd he say?"

"Was talking about how he and mum were settling down at Toms age, joked about how you rejected him, said maybe you were holding out for something better."

"Something better?" Harry sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows.

"He'd seen an article just off a trashy tabloid… it named you Hollywood's golden girl or something, said you could have the pick of any person on the planet…"

Of all the people in the world, why is Tom affected by shit journalism? He knows how much bullshit people write. He knows how it's all made up, exaggerated nonsense. And what he should know, completely and totally, is how much you love him. And if he didn't, was that your fault? Had you done something wrong, something to make him doubt you?

Harry seemed to notice the internal dialogue going on in your head, adding to the point. "It wasn't the article though, it was the fact dad said it."

Hmmm.

You and Dom got on; it wasn't like you hated the possible future father in law or whatever. Just…. you had very different outlooks. As much as Tom prided himself on how' grounded his family keeps him' -to you at least, they aren't entirely at sea level either. They'd never really had any particular struggles in life. They were the definition of middle class, and that's about it. They lived in a posh suburb of London, had all their family still around. It was the perfect family.

And whilst you were in no illusions about how privileged your life was now. It hadn't always been. You'd never had the 'nuclear' family. Instead, only your dad and a string of dodgy and fleeting stepmothers while struggling to make ends meet. So you were just always wary of Dom, of his opinions that so often his boys took for gospel. They always seemed pretty sheltered and close-minded.

And yet, Tom was a grown man.

"I get that, I just… Tom should know that we know more about our relationship than his dad. I mean,… have I done something wrong? Made him think I'm not in this for the long haul?"

"No nonono Y/n he's just… well he's an idiot, isn't he? I don't think he properly understands why you're cautious about moving and everything. He's just an idio- "

Harry was cut off for lightly insulting his brother by the sound of the front door opening, both of your heads swivelling towards the source. You then met Harry's eyes in a panic, to which he replied relatively simply.

"Just talk to each other. For my sake." You would've argued if it weren't for the fact you were so focused on Tom's shuffling around in the entrance hallway - back early from his parents.

"Baz? Where you at? I thought I saw Y/n's car and-"

"Kitchen!!!" Before Tom could say anything else, possibly landing himself in more trouble, Harry interrupted as his chair screeched while standing up. And then Tom was just there. Standing in the doorway, his arms dropping limply to his side as he noticed you. Everything about that moment seemed to freeze, when you locked eyes with him for the first time in three days. It didn't go unnoticed, the way his Adams apple bobbed, the way his eyes widen. The boy looked plain and simply terrified.

It was Harry who broke the silence, after giving you a stern look that said 'stay'. The younger Holland boy walked up to Tom and spoke.

"Try actually talking and actually listening about your problems with each other." And then he was gone, down the hallway and up the stairs.

For a few moments, Tom stayed absolutely stationary, now staring at where Harry had been when speaking to the both of you (but mainly Tom). Long enough to put your sense of unease at an all-time high, ready to make a break for it.

"If you don't want to talk, then I can leav-"

"NO!" Apparently snapping out of it, Tom exclaimed loud enough to make you flinch from your seat. "Sorry! I-I just… I wasn't expecting to… you know, to see you."

"Yeh I just uh- just came to pick up some scripts… Harry cornered me with a tea, though; otherwise, I'd be…."

"Baz thinks the whole world could be fixed with tea."

"that's what I said!" You instinctively responded, forgetting the fact you're supposed to be mad at him, and just for a second falling back into your normal flow.

Tom didn't even try to hide his grin in response, until you quickly corrected your face- then he did too. Turning around to put the kettle on for himself. Because right now, he needed to fix his whole world, and he needed all the help he could get. For a period, the only noise was the sound of the kettle boiling, then the teaspoon clinking against the mug as he stirred - until he padded over, taking the seat across from you.

"So."

"It's been a while," Tom stated the bloody obvious.

"You never called."

"Didn't think you'd want me to."

You thought that the early signs weren't all that auspicious. His ability to read a situation once again failing.

"I wanted you to say something."

"Say what?"

"What do you think Tom?" He replied to the sarcastic tone by sucking in a sharp breath, holding it for a second, before slowly exhaling. As if trying to compose himself, take time to think of a response - a mature move for him.

"Well, I think you want me to say sorry? For being so moody and not waiting for you and for upsetting those kids. And thanks too, for covering for me?"

You just hummed. Waiting for him to continue. Because yes, you did deserve all those things. But you also deserved more. An apology for, oh I don't know, saying he didn't think you loved him? It was a wait that never ended, he had nothing more to add.

"Going by your face, I take it I missed something?"

The bloody cheek of it.

"Theres nothing else? Nothing else at all? …" You gave him that chance, the opportunity but all he could respond with was a shake of his head. "You thought I was fine about you saying that I don't love you?" You hadn't intended on raising your voice, but really you hadn't realised you did till after the fact. To blinded by rage at his ignorance.

"You want to talk about this now?"

"When else Tom?" You sighed, realising he perhaps wasn't ready for this conversation. Maybe he needed more time to think things through, have sense talked into him by various wiser family members. Or maybe, he never would be. That was the worst-case scenario. But also… you're most likely prediction.

He shuffled in his seat, clearing his voice but not saying anything. Not a peep.

"I have spent three years of my life with you. I've had countless nights of too little sleep because that was the only time you could facetime. I've exposed my relationship to the world and people's opinions because you didn't want to hide. All I've done is love you. How could you even say that?" There might've been tears in your eyes, yet you were determined to keep them at bay. You needed to have this out, one way or another, to be clear and cohesive and logical. No time to cry.

"Y/n I know that, I…" He sighed, instinctively reaching for your hand, but you were quicker to pull it away. There was hurt in his eyes, but so there should be. "It just sometimes feels like that's it for you. That yeh you love me but you just want to standstill. That this is as much as it'll ever be."

Your emotions were suddenly uncontainable. Your voice croaked as you whispered, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No love, nonono if that's how you feel then that's okay. But it's something I'm not… shit this is hard." He took a pause to take a sip of his drink, your glazed eyes never leaving his. "I don't think I can stand still anymore. And yeh I was pissy and childish the other day because my dad got under my skin about the whole moving in thing… But these past few days, it just has got me thinking. Because I love you, so much."

This time when he reached out to grab your hand, you actually leaned into it yourself. Not because you were giving in, but because this hurt. This hurt so fucking much that you needed something to ground you, or else god knows. Because the way he was speaking, it sounded so finite.

"I love you too."

"I do know, which is…is why this is so hard." At the very least, Tom had conceded that.

The conversation ceased to silence yet again. The room felt so cold; even Tom/Harry's hoodie was doing nothing to keep you from the endless empty cold that seemed to be coming from within.

"When I re-registered my health card last month, and I made you my emergency contact on it. I-I made you my next of kin on everything actually. I didn't think about it twice. And-and this-"You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, immediately pulling up the app onto the open page. "This is my Pinterest board for our baby's nursery theme. I know-" You paused, to quickly wipe your cheeks clear of the tear tracks that may or may not have been there. "I know it's probably a long way away, but I just love the Scandinavian theme." You laughed at yourself, suddenly embarrassed at your blabbering and quickly pulled up a different app. "And this… this was from the other week when I was helping Y/bf/n start her vows." Hands trembling as you turned the phone around for Tom to see again. "She was finding it really tricky so she said, what would you say to Tom on your wedding, so-so I made this list." You only dared to look at him when you were sure he'd be reading through that note.

It was bizarre because he looked… well, he looked happy. Here you were feeling traumatised, showing things that you'd barely even deeped how committed they were - and he was pleased? Feeling the fire burn once again inside of your chest, you quickly swiped the phone away and back into your pocket. Only then did he look up, eyes widening - presumably at quite how psychotic you looked.

"So don't you dare say that I don't want a future with you."

You said it with such force, there was a pause. Tom letting those words sink deep into his brain. The way his expression flickered minutely gave you hope. You thought he got it. You thought he really understood now.

"But why don't you want to move in then?"

There it was again. He knew why. But he didn't get it. And, probably, he never would.

You were about to crash completely. So you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even aware of your chair crashing to the floor in your wake. You ran out of that house and away from him. Away from who you had thought was the love of your life.

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

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[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

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SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Hey Daddy - Bucky Barnes

a/n: so this one is a little more... lighthearted? idk but it was based on THIS request!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

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You totally forgot Peter would have his friends over for the night, so you’re slightly surprised when you find him with Ned and MJ in the kitchen, but it’s a pleasant one. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, being the youngest of the adults in the tower, you developed a great friendship with the youngster and his friends.

“Oh, hello guys! Good to see you again!” you beam at the three of them, Ned greeting you with a little wave and a stunned smile on his face. Peter has recently revealed that Ned might have a tiny crush on you, which you find cute. Though you’re more than a decade older than him, you find it endearing he is crushing on you out of all the amazing women on the team.

MJ nods in your way as she munches on her sandwich, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she is annoyed by you judging by the look on her face, but you’ve learned by now that this is her default expression, almost a happy one.

“Hi Y/N!” Peter greets you smiling. “How was your day?” he asks lightly. He is such a good kid, knows his manners and cares so much for others. The men in the tower like to tease him about his soft behavior, but you think it’s such a great trait.

“A little tiring. Training kicked my ass today, but it was fine. What are you guys up to?” you ask, grabbing yourself a canned soda from the fridge.

“MJ wants to play truth or dare, but only because she wants to make us do embarrassing stuff,” Peter huffs looking at the girl who just smiles with a shrug.

“Oh, I love that game! Used to play it a lot at parties too!” you smirk, remembering the times you played with your friends in the basement of your mom’s house.

“You want to play with us?” MJ offers.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all!” Peter smiles, happy to have another person join their little group. Glancing at Ned you see that he is now blushing, the tip of his ears turning red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Poor kid will have to learn how to function around women sooner or later.

The game starts out quite innocent, it’s not even the wild version where you’re drinking, though it popped into your head to pour yourself some wine. But then you decided to keep it PG rated for the kids’ sake.

But as more and more rounds go down, the tasks and questions are getting a little… spicy. When MJ turns to you and asks you the question of the game and you answer before you could even think about it, you know you are in trouble.

“Dare,” you answer and want to take it back right away, but you don’t want to look like such a pussy. But then MJ smirks at you devilishly and you consider just walking out before she ruins your whole life.

“Alright, text all the other Avengers ‘Hey Daddy’ and read the responses out loud.”

The boys gasp as you press your lips into a thin line, knowing well it won’t end good on your side. Especially because there is one person whose response you would rather not read out loud.

You’ve been close to Bucky since day one and though you both were a little ignorant towards your feelings, a few months ago you finally moved your relationship a little further than just being friends. However you both agreed it’s better kept as a secret, at least until you figure out where you really want to head together as a couple.

Now, if you text that message to Bucky there’s no way he won’t write back something that would bust your asses right away, but you can’t back out now, you can only hope he is busy doing something else and won’t pay attention to his phone.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you lean onto the kitchen island as the kids start cheering for you being a badass and accepting the task.

“Just hey daddy, that’s all?” you ask as you open your contacts.

“Maybe add a winking face,” Ned suggests and you shoot him a glare that immediately turns his face red as he shuts his mouth.

“The winking face is a good idea,” MJ nods.

“Thanks, Ned,” you mumble under your breath as you start opening the text threads, sending them all the same message. Tony, Nat, Steve, Banner, Clint, Sam, Strange, even Rhodey and at the end of the list… Bucky.

“And what, now we wait?” Peter asks.

“Place the phone here so we see when you get a reply and you’ll read them, we can move on until then,” MJ tells you, bossing you around like you’re not even a highly trained special agent who could take her out in a blink of an eye.

The first reply comes from Nat who just asks if you’re drunk. Then comes Banner, who sounds offended that you think he could be your father, totally missing the point of the text. Tony teases you about always knowing you had a thing for him, Steve kindly tells you he only sees you as a sister, Clint just reads the text and doesn’t reply. Sam just sends a simple “control yourself” message back while Strange threatens you to block you if you send another text like this again. Rhodey doesn’t even reads it.

You start to feel relieved when about twenty minutes pass by and no reply comes from Bucky. The game moves on and you almost start to forget about the whole task when your phone lights up again and your breathing hitches when you see Bucky’s name appear on the screen.

“Oh, another reply!” MJ beams as she urges you to unlock the phone and read the reply. When you do so and see his text, you almost just hop off the stool and run out of the kitchen. You consider saying something else, pretending like he didn’t write what he did, but MJ doesn’t take the bullshit and her patience runs short so she simply snatches your phone out of your hand and reads the text herself.

“I specifically remember you saying you’re not into that stuff. What else are you keeping from me about our sex life?”

You let out a long and tired sigh as the room falls silent and they all just stare at you in confusion before MJ slowly slides the phone back to you.

“Our sex life? There’s… there’s a you and Bucky?” Peter asks quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. An anxious chuckle slips from between your lips as you try to find a way to get yourself out of this massive trouble, but nothing comes to your mind. You’ve fought aliens, assassins, you were captured, tortured, went on a hundred mission in your life, yet now three kids defeated you with a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, um… It’s a funny story, you know—I don’t… fuck,” you mumble, scratching the back of your neck.

“Are you like… together or is it just a friends with benefits thing?” MJ question, shooting you a curious look.

You don’t get to answer, because just as you are about to open your mouth, the man in talk walks in, a puzzled look on his face, phone in his hand, probably still dwelling on your latest message. His eyes spot you first, but then he realizes that you’re not alone and he freezes. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like Peter or his friends, he just feels so far away from people these days, let alone teenagers who are about a century younger than him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, slowly walking closer to you. “Hello guys,” he murmurs shyly, trying to put the picture together as his eyes fall back to you and he sees how uncomfortable you are. Before he could get another word out, MJ speaks up and just as always, her raw style doesn’t disappoint any of you.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is not really into the Daddy stuff.”

You almost choke on your own breath as you turn to shoot her a glare, your hand moving to grab Bucky’s arm gently, sensing him growing more and more anxious with each second.

“MJ, I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is the right person to joke around with,” Ned mumbles, avoiding to even look at Bucky as you let out an airy chuckle.

“G-Girlfriend? We are not—“ Bucky starts, but you cut him off.

“No use to deny, Buck. They know it.”

Bucky huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before he moves closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this small little gesture makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

“Is there any chance this could stay between us, kids?” you ask with a charming smile, turning to the three troublemakers.

“I don’t know, what do we get out of keeping it a secret?” Peter purses his lips, pretending to have the higher ground, but you already know what’s about to come.

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaps to the counter top as he shoots a death glare over to the poor kid and though he definitely looks like he is ready to kill any moment, you know that it’s all just an act.

“How about I don’t rip your guts out, kid? That enough?” Bucky growls and while all three of them take a step back with wide eyes and dry throats, you just shake your head chuckling, placing a hand to his hard chest.

“Buck, no need to go all winter soldier on them. They’ll keep our secret, right?” you ask with an innocent smile and all three of them start nodding wildly, as if they just saw a ghost.

Seeing their reaction you realize it’s better if the game ends here and you let them be on their own. You thank for the fun time before grabbing Bucky’s arm and pull him out of the kitchen, heading up to your rooms.

“You shouldn’t have scared them that badly, Buck,” you scold him, but you still actually find it kind of funny, seeing their pale faces and fearful eyes at your boyfriend’s tough guy act.

“Well, they scare me too sometimes,” he mumbles shrugging. “Especially that MJ girl… she is just… weird.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, a six feet tall super soldier with a metal arm being scared of a teenage girl with a big mouth, that’s quite an interesting concept.

“Hey,” you stop him before the two of you would part in the hallway. He turns back and his blue eyes soften on you. “Do you want to… sneak into my room?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip as you smirk up at him, sliding a hand up his chest, cupping his cheek in your palm. “We could have some fun… Daddy.”

“Wait, are you really into the daddy stuff?” he asks with wide eyes, making you cackle with your head falling back.

“Just shut up and come to my room,” you chuckle, pressing your lips against his as you pull him into your bedroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

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teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !!

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)

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