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imagine-this-doesnt-suck · 8 months ago

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Behind the Lens

YellowJewl

Chapter 2: Lunch

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HEY! HEY! HEY! Here's a second chapter for you! Have fun!

"Akaaaaaaashiiiii!"

You freeze like a deer in the headlights. You almost drop your camera by the pure shock of hearing his voice. Why did this Akaashi guy have to be in the same class as you? Better question, why did this owl haired bozo have to burst into your classroom yelling like a maniac?

Lunch had just begun a couple of minutes ago, how did this guy make it all the way from the third year wing to the second year's already? You try to descreetly sneak a glance at your dark haired classmate who seems to be even more tired of his senpai's shit. But he says nothing to elude to that idea. Instead he simply responds, "Bokuto-san."

"Akaashi, come on! Come set for me, Akaashi!" Bokuto says as he bounces over to Akaashi's desk. You shrink down a bit in your chair, hoping that they would just hurry up and leave already so you can eat your convenience store bento in peace.

"Oya?" Sadly, peace was never an option. "Picture girl? Is that you?" The horned owl haired boy asks tilting his head and making a bee line for your desk. "I didn't know you were in Akaashi's class. Awesome seeing you again."

"Yup… real sarendipitous." You sigh in defeat.

"Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah. Real sarendipitous!" He says to you before quickly turning to Akaashi to shoot him a thumbs up.

Impatiently you begin to fiddle with the buttons on your camera. Maybe if you don't say anything, he'll just go away. Bokuto however seems to once again defy your expectations. He sits down in the empty seat next to yours and scoots the whole desk closer to yours as he begins to chatter again, "Picture girl-"

"(L/N) (Y/N)" you remind him curtly

"Right, (L/N)," he nods as if rattling the marbles around in that empty head of his will help him remember. You rest your head on hour hand as you look your upperclassmen over. You can't believe a guy like this is your senpai. You can't believe somebody Akaashi would put up with him. Your classmate seems like a reasonable guy, how does he know this goofball? Have they been long time friends? Or just met in a club in highschool? Or did Bokuto also accidentally bump into Akaashi one day, and decide to hang around? Does Bokuto burst into this classroom often at lunch time, looking for his friend? How have you not noticed this boisterous bafoon before? You know that you're not the most perceptive person in the world but are you that oblivious? Ken-chan would've noticed. He's super perceptive, always noticing little details, you'd bet he'd make a great photographer.

"So what do you say (L/N)!?" Bokuto asks excitedly.

What do you say to what? Oh crap, you totally zoned out. You didn't hear a word he said. Crap. Crap! Quick, play it off. Be cool, "Uh- um, what?". Real smooth.

"Bokuto-san, you're overwhelming her. Let's go, you said you wanted to spike some sets, right?" Akaashi says walking up to beside Bokuto, coming to your rescue.

"Aw, but I wanted (L/N) to take more pictures of me." Your senpai pouts as his shoulders fall.

"You did?" Didn't you already tell this guy that you are not some second rate, sit still, say cheese, and smile for the camera, portraiture photographer. What you do is totally different. It's art. "Bokuto I already told you I don't-"

"I remember. It just sucks that the only picture of me you got is when I'm looking away. Like you can barely see my face. It sucks."

What did he just say!? "It doesn't suck!" You protest as you start fidgeting with your camera, pulling up the picture. "Look! See here. The afternoon sun makes for a perfect light source, you can't fake that. And the composition of the piece as a whole is great, from the appearance of actual weight and stress being put on your forearm as you try to pick yourself up. And see as you rub your head and look like your saying something. But, oooh? What is it? We don't know. It just adds to the emotion of confusion that the photo just radiates. It's great." And you would know, you did take it after all.

The two boys in front of you just blink once your rant is finished. They seem a bit stunned but Bokuto recovers as he offers you a small smile, "you're right. It is. It'd still be pretty cool if you wanted to take more though. I just- Ooh! I got an idea why don't you get me while I'm spiking. It'd be like an action shot."

"Action shot?" You parrot, releasing the tension in your shoulders. The idea didn't actually sound horrible.

Akaashi rolls his eyes as he addresses his upperclassmen once more, "Bokuto-san I already told you, (L/N)-san d-"

"Sure, let's go." You say cutting him off. You adjust your camera strap around your neck as you rise from your seat and make your way to the door. "Well, are you coming?"

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"I've never been to the gym before." You say as the two boys lead you inside.

"What!? Like ever? Not even for P.E.?" You're unsure if Bokuto sounds surprised or appalled.

"I don't do P.E., not since like middle school. I got a really good doctors note. My dad knows a guy." You tell him snickering under your breath. Bokuto continues to gask so you just shrug. You don't know what he expected. You don't do the whole sports thing. Ew, just thinking about the word sends shivers down your spine. Like for instance you have no idea what a spike is but from the sound of it, you are sure that it would break your bones.

"Okay so we gonna do this or what?" You ask impatiently. Bokuto nods eagerly and looks to Akaashi to grab a volleyball from the equipment room. With a quick glance at his watch and silently muttering under his breath, Akkashi does just that.

Whilst his friend is searching for a ball, the upperclassmen with the frosted tips slides in right up next to you. "So, (Y/N)?" You flinch slightly at the sudden use of your first name. You shoot a glare his way but he doesn't seem to notice as he begins to point his two pointer fingers towards each other, twiddling them in what you can assume is some show of shyness or possibly embarrassment. When he looks up at you with die eyes you nearly choke to death on your own oxygen. "Do you think um maybe I can get a copy of the picture? To keep, pretty please?"

It's a simple request, but you are so taken aback by his behavior that you nearly fumble over your words, "Um, sure. Yeah. I mean I usually develop my film on Fridays in the dark room. If you'd like I can give them to you then un-unless you um- you would rather wait till Monday." You can't look him in eye. Those bright amber orbs are just too much, it's like looking direct at the sun. What does your senpai think he's trying to do to you?

"I got the ball." The sound of Akaashi's voice causes you to jump back, allowing you to realize just how close Bokuto had gotten to you when he was giving you that pleading look of his. Your classmate sends you a questioning look but doesn't say a word.

"Yes!" Bokuto shouts, pumping a fist in the air before shedding his uniform jacket and rushing towards the net, "You're gonna love this (Y/N)! Just watch!"

"Okay. Okay. Just let me find a good angle. You say as you start to climb on some bleachers on squat down to begin focusing your camera. Once comfortable, you shoot a thumbs up towards the boys and they get into their own positions. You have to be honest. You know nothing about volleyball. You have no idea what setting or a spike is, so you don't really know what to expect here. But Bokuto promised action so you plan to capture some until lunch is over.

You vaugely remember going to a baseball game when you were young. You're father was hired to take some shots of the team for a charity calendar they were doing, or something like that, and he had decided to bring you along. You had little interest in sports, still don't for that matter but, you do remember him telling you that your mother had played baseball when she was younger. And well, you liked that.

As your mind sways from one disconnected thought to another, your eyes lock onto the ball being sent into the air by the dark haired second year. This was it, you needed to be ready to take the shot fast. All the random thoughts that occupy your mind, along with the chaotic world around you fades. Your vision narrows and becomes what is confined to what your view finder allows. There is only you and the image that you are about to capture. You see Bokuto's feet leap off of the ground and you can feel your finger begin to press down on the shutter button and-

"(Y/N)-chan!"

And you fall off the bleacher that you were perched precariously on.

"(L/N)-san! Are you okay?" Akaashi rushes up to you as you lie on the floor of the gymnasium.

"Aaaahh! (Y/N)! What happened!? Akaashi, is she okay!?" Bokuto asks like you had lost a limb, tears welling up in his eyes.

You merely rub your head which you had bumped on the way down as fury fills your eyes. "Ando!" You bark at your aquaintance standing in the doorway of the gym, who had just caused you to fall down by shouting your name.

"Oh my goodness! I am so so sorry, (Y/N)-chan, I didn't mean to scare you, I've been looking for you everywhere and then I saw you in here and I-"

"Ando, you little cretin! You ruined my shot!"you you screech

"You just fell of the fourth row of bleachers and that's what you're mad about?" Akaashi quirks an eyebrow at you.

You turn your glare to him and are fully prepared to start ranting to him for disrespect for the art form when Bokuto panickedly asks, "wait! Does that mean you didn't see my spike?" When you shake your head, he looks as dejected as you feel about missing your shot.

Ando rushes to your side and helps you off the ground, "I'm so, so sorry I-" she stops short when her eyes catch sight of Bokuto, "I- I- I- You- You're-"

"Use your words Ando," you tell her

"You're our senpai!" She finally spits out before bowing her head. You internally groan. That's the thing about Ando, she's way to polite and cares way to much about the dumb heirarchy system that schools have. She's always letting her senpai's in the art club walk all over her, it would be pathetic if those pompous, self-centered, jerks didn't infuriate you so much. "Please forgive us senpai. My friend and I didn't mean to bother you or anything." Friend? Really? "I'm sorry if she came in here and bugged you into taking pictures or said anything mean. I know she can seem rude sometimes but I swear she's actually really sweet."

You can't help but snort at that last bit, "Friend? Sweet? Woah, never took you for a liar. I don't think there are many people who would call me sweet." You say smirking

Ando puffs out her cheeks and pouts before letting out a sigh, "(Y/N)-chan, please just apologize for badgering our upperclassmen…"

"But I didn't do anything wrong this time."

"(Y/N)-chan" she squeaks out as a warning

Pfft. Whatever mom. "... Sorry Bokuto, Akaa-" she cuts you off with an elbow to the side and a look. You start over, "Please forgive me Bokuto-senpai, Akaashi-san."

"Oh, it's okay really. She wasn't bothering us. I actually asked her to come take pictures." Bokuto tells her.

"You did?"

"I know, wild right?" You say dryly.

"Oh… then I'm deeply sorry for assuming." She says bowing her head once more

"Hey hey, it's cool really." Bokuto tells her a bit uncomfortably.

"Why were you looking for me anyway, Ando?" You ask her

"Oh um well, this morning you said you'd come to the art club's lunch meeting today… I thought that you may have, um gotten lost again."

"Oh I forgot, sorry- Hey! I don't get lost that often." You say in defense

"You kinda do…"

Before you can say anything else in your own defense, the bell that signifies the end of lunch rings.

You three second years begin to leave when you suddenly hear Bokuto calling after you, "Wait up, (Y/N)-chan." Oh, so it's (Y/N)-chan now? Getting a little comfortable there, aren't ya senpai? "Er, I was thinking since you didn't get to see me spike, maybe you can come to practice one day. If you wanna. Do you wanna? It'll be fun, I swear!"

That's the thing about Bokuto that you've learned after the short time you have been acquainted with him. He's excitable, he wears his emotions on his sleeve and seems to love attention and praise. He's a nice guy though, and you've found that even though his sad hair that defies reality kinda cute in an endearing sort of way, you don't think sadness fits him. So you shrug and say, "Sure. I'll think about it."

#x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutarou

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Hi, Eve

Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.

Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC

Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)

“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”

The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”

“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”

“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.

“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”

“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.

“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.

“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”

“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”

“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”

Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”

“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.

Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”

Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”

Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”

“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”

Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”

“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”

“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”

“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Your birthday is in June.”

“It’s today.”

“Or maybe July?”

“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”

“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.

“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”

Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”

Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”

“Non.”

“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”

“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.

“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”

“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”

Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”

“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.

“I heard that.”

Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”

“Does it feel different?”

“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”

“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”

“I guess.”

“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.

“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”

“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”

“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”

“You two sound like such dads right now.”

“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”

“What’s the category?”

“US Presidents.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”

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“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”

Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.

Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.

I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.

I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #coops kid #stella #lions #regulus black #my fic #fanfic #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #birthday party

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moistmailman · 4 years ago

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SCP AU part 2

*Jaune is pushed into a room with a bag over his face before the door shuts on him*

Jaune, slightly muffled: H-HEY! I SAID LET ME GO DAMNIT! *cautiously reaches for bag and touches it before ripping it off*

Jaune, immediately turning to the door and banging on it: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS BETTER LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT KINDA FUCKED SOCIAL EXPERIMENT IS THIS?! *continue banging*

Jaune, continuing his assault on the door: MY MOM’S A LAWYER BY THE WAY! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASSES, I SWEAR IT! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASS SO HARD THAT WE’LL GET FINANCIAL CONPENSATION FROM YOUR DAMN GRAND KIDS! *bangs louder* YOU HEAR ME! HELLO.....IM SERIOUS.....nobody can hear me, can they?

Pyrrha: I can hear you.

*Jaune squeaks loudly before getting in a karate stance while turning to see a tall redhead girl around his age with vivid green eyes sitting on a bed*

Jaune, internally: What the fuck?! How long has she been here?!

Pyrrha, awkwardly waving: Hello.

Jaune, awkwardly waving back: Uh..hi.

*an awkward silence fall on the two, with the blonde slightly blushing and the redhead staring at him with interest*

Jaune, internally: Holy shit, she’s pretty. My god, she absolutely stunning. She has got to be the prettiest girl I’ve seen in my li— Wait Wait, Jauney-Boy, you're getting side tracked. What the fuck is going on in here, and why did those guys put me in a room with a very hot girl with really long and smooth legs— GAH, HORMONES THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS TO ATTEND TO!

Pyrrha: *giggles while slightly blushing*

Jaune, terrified:......w-was I t-talking out loud?

Pyrrha: Hmm? Oh no. *smiles teasingly* Why? What were you thinking about?

Jaune, voice cracking: N-nothing. Nothing at— *clears throat* H-hey, I’m Jaune.

Pyrrha, smiling: Pyrrha, charmed.

Jaune, internally: Wow, even her name is pretty.

Pyrrha: *snickers cutely*

*Jaune looks around to see what she’s snickering at to see nothing*

Jaune, shrugging it off: So uhm....they tricked you with the social experiment, huh?

*Pyrrha thinks for a moment, before a coy smile gets plastered on her lips*

Pyrrha: Yeah, you can say something like that.

Jaune: Damn. Who the hell are these people, and you have any idea what they even want from us?

Pyrrha, shaking her head: Your guess is as good as mine.

Jaune, sighing: Great. Isn’t today just wonderful. Should’ve known that offer was too good to be true. *slide his back against the wall until he’s sitting* Teach me not to read documents people tell me to sign.

*MEANWHILE, SOMETIME LATER*

Cinder, sighing: Wow, great plan, Roman. We are learning things about her so fast.

Roman: This takes patience, Cinder.

Cinder, frustrated: The boy haven’t even said anything to her for the past 5 minutes! He’s just sitting his ass on the floor. The boy is socially handicapped!

Roman: That’s not my fault! You're the one who pick him!

Cinder: Well you were the one to make this stupid plan in the first place! How will the boy even ask her about her powers in the first place if he doesn't even know that he needs to ask?!

Roman: Geez, I don't know! How did I know about you being an only child?

Cinder: Be—

Roman: Because I asked you as a curious person who wants to know about my friend! Now believe it or but if I got under the assumption that you started reading my mind, you bet your ass I would ask you about it, especially if I was trapped in a small room with you!

Cinder: But why would SCP-312 answer the question if she knows what we're trying to—

Roman, urgently: Hush! Something's happening!

*MEANWHILE*

Jaune: *has been moving uncomfortably on the floor for the past 5 minutes*

Pyrrha, scooting in her bed: Hey, you wanna sit next to me? The floor looks pretty uncomfortable.

Jaune: Really? You're alright with that?

Pyrrha, smiling warmly: Of course. The bed's large enough. *Pat beside her* Here.

Jaune, slightly blushing: O-oh, Uh, sure then. Thanks.

*Jaune walks over to the bed before sitting down, his cheeks crimsoning*

Pyrrha: There, is that better?

Jaune: Y-yeah. T-thanks.

Pyrrha: Youre welcome:

*Once again the room fall to silence as the boy looks everywhere but at the very attractive girl he's shoulder to shoulder with*

Jaune, internally: God, what's wrong with me?! I just got kidnnapped yet I'm more worried about this super hot girl sitting next to me! I can barely form coherent sentences around her! Damn, my hands are all sweaty too! She's so close! I can feel her body warmth! Just calm down, Jauney. Calm down already. Take a deep breath, and try to strike up a conversation with her. This silence is deafening.

Jaune, taking a deep breath: So, what—

Pyrrha: *Facing Jaune with a warm smile*

Jaune, voice wavering: —y-y-your.......*turns away in embarrassment*

Jaune, internally: For god sake! I can’t get used to that smile! It’s like beautiful personified. God damnit. I need to keep a conversation going, at least until those guys come back! Okay think! What did mom tell me about talking to girls?

A memory starts playing inside Jaune’s head with his mother’s voice: Remember Sweetie, women love wedding rings, but they love babies more.

Jaune, internally:.....is...is that it?! Really?! That’s literally the only advice my mother has ever given more for girls. How the hell is baby propaganda supposed to help me in this situation?! What kinda— okay, calm down. I have another parent. What did dad tell me?

Another memory starts playing in Jaune’s head, this time with his father’s voice: Son, I have absolutely no idea how I managed to make your mother fall for me. I am not the man you should be asking. You’ll probably have a better shot asking the stars that question.

Jaune, internally:.........I’m going to die alone, aren’t I? My parents managed to make the opposite sex so completely alien to me, despite me having 7 sisters! What he actual fuck?! This is an absolute disaster! This can’t get any worst!

*Jaune then remembers one crucial detail of the predicament he’s in*

Jaune, internally: OH GOD! I FORGOT I WAS ALSO KIDNAPPED! WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS TODAY?! I’M PROBABLY GOING TO DIE IN HERE AND I CANT EVEN STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION WITH THE GIRL WHO WILL POSSIBLY DIE WITH ME! I AM A DISGRACE TO EVERY ARC TO EVER LIVE! I CAN FEEL MY ANCESTORS LOOKING AT ME WITH DISGUST! OH GOD! WHAT THE—

*Suddenly Jaune’s nerves instantly drop and a calm aura surrounds him, almost like it just completely disappeared and got replace with an warm and inviting energy*

Jaune, confused: Huh?

*The weight on Jaune’s hand then became evident, as he looked down and found Pyrrha’s hand gently lying on his, almost reassuringly*

Jaune, slightly blushing:.........

Pyrrha, in soothing tone: So, tell me about yourself.

Jaune, no longer feeling nervous for a reason he doesn’t know why:...........well, I just graduated from college.

*MEANWHILE*

Cinder, frantically: WRITE THAT DOEN, WRITE THAT DOWN!

Roman, equally as frantic: I AM! I AM!

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #Jaune arc #arkos #pyrrha x jaune

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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FRIDAY. casual affection #1, rulie

Reggie grinned as he was handed a piece of paper covered in scribbles by the tiny boy he had just placed with his forever home. This was why he did what he did, for that scene of a child finding their place. Growing up in such a turbulent home had made him determined that no child should live through a similar hell. So now, with years of schooling under his belt, he got to be a social worker and help out children in situations either similar, or unfortunately worse than what he grew up in.

Of course there were kids that he couldn't help, which broke his heart, but he had to try and not dwell on those lost causes. Otherwise he would spend his life mourning what could have been. Instead he just had to move on.

When he returned to the office, he already had a new file waiting for him, which slightly saddened Reggie, the never ending parade of children in need, but he supposed a social worker's job was never done. He opened the file and started reading. Luna Diaz was not quite five, and had lost her mom in a terrible car accident. Dad wasn't in the picture, and there were no other relatives to speak of. She primarily spoke Spanish, which greatly narrowed down the list of available foster families.

But of course, Reggie always rose to a challenge, and he had just the woman in mind for Luna.

Reggie had been working with Julie Molina for some time now, and she had fostered some of his favourite kids. She was great at what she did, and had once confessed to Reggie that it was her parent's loving relationship and care of her that inspired her to provide that to kids who couldn't rely on their own families for that support. That may have also been when Reggie started to fall for her, but he kept those thoughts at bay, considering it would be completely unprofessional.

Once he had Julie contacted and an initial meeting set up, it was time to meet Luna himself. She was a quiet girl who shrunk in on herself at the workers of the group home she was placed at, crying when anyone came any bit closer to her. Reggie decided on a different approach, squatting down and offering her a small piece of chocolate.

Luna approached him shyly, snatching up the treat and shoving it in her mouth. "Gracias."

"De nada. Mi nombre es Reggie, entiendes inglés?"

"Yes," she replied quietly. "My mami spoke it, so I learned."

"Good, because that was as much Spanish that I know." Reggie loved how that made Luna giggle, so he scooted a little closer. "So, I'm here to bring you to a foster home. The lady there is named Julie, and speaks way better Spanish than me. She's super nice, and I bet she also has better candy. You wanna come meet her?"

"Will you be there?" Luna asked.

"For a bit, and I'll come visit until we can find someone to adopt you, make sure you're okay. How does that sound?"

"As long as I can tell you if I don't like it."

It turned out, of course, that Luna adored Julie, and the feeling was mutual. Every time Reggie went to visit, the both of them looked so happy together. Pulling Reggie in to try the cupcakes they baked, or hear the song that they wrote together. Getting him to help Julie put together Luna's bike because she was useless with tools. Inviting him to stay and eat with them every time.

At first, Reggie demurred, not wanting to encroach on their bonding time, but then Luna broke out the puppy dog eyes, and he relented. Besides, Julie's cooking beat the frozen pizza or leftover Chinese he was planning on eating that night.

It didn't surprised Reggie though, that Julie called and said the sentence he had been waiting for, "I want to adopt Luna."

"I had a feeling you would," Reggie replied, and started talking her through the lengthy process of adoption.

It took a long time for the courts to move, but just before Luna was due to turn six, the date was set to finalize the adoption.

"Will you be there?" Luna asked.

"D'uh," Reggie replied. "I'm always there for the final hand off when one of my kids goes to their forever home."

"Does that mean we won't see you anymore?" Luna asked, crestfallen.

"Of course not!" Julie said from the kitchen where she was preparing supper. "Reggie is welcome to come back any time."

The two adults looked at each other from across the space, and shared a smile, Julie blushing a little. "I mean it Reggie. It'll be weird not to have you here every Friday eating all the empanadas and tres leches cake."

"Well then, maybe I'll keep coming. If only for the cake."

So the day of Luna's court date, Reggie showed up, as he normally did, and gave Luna that customary last hug. But found himself being pulled over to Julie with her, joining in the family embrace. Walking out of the courthouse hand in hand with her... and getting pulled down onto the couch by Julie after Luna was asleep in bed.

Reggie figured professionalism went out the window a long time ago, and surrendered to her kiss.

And if Luna awoke them with her jubilant shrieks the next morning finding them together in Julie's bed? Well Reggie figured he could get used to that.

In fact, he did rather quickly, and it wasn't long before he was signing his own adoption papers, right alongside his marriage license, smiling at the love of his life, and the little girl who finally brought them together.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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snothing · 4 years ago

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Request: Drabble in which Jake looks through some old stuff and finds a rather odd yet captivating item: a red tunic with a green scaly leotard, a black-yellow on its right side, a black domino mask, green gloves and finally green pixie boots. he decides to try the suit on

I want to apologize for how long this took! I’ve been so busy with school, and I made this way longer and convoluted than necessary. It’s definitely not a drabble anymore, and I added a lot of sibling banter, lol, I can’t resist. This was so much fun to make, I had so many ideas. Thank you so much for being patient, and I hope you enjoy!

I decided to deviate from my universe, while keeping some old things. Mar’i and Jake are still twins, and Mar’i can turn invisible.

"Go away, Jaki! This is my hiding spot!" Mar'i whispered-hissed at her brother. She glared at him through a jungle of coats and umbrellas in the armoire, her mouth in a tight frown.

"Oh, come on, Mar'i!" Jake cried. With a flair for the dramatic, he threw his hands up in the air. Of course, his annoying sister would take his favorite, top-secret hiding spot!

"Shhh!" she snapped, finger to her lips. Pink eyes flashed brightly at him. "Would you be quiet? Do you want Dad to find us?"

He pursed his lips and looked down the hall. Pretty soon, his dad would be done counting and be searching for them. Still, a great wrong had been committed in the eyes of Jake. "You took my hiding spot! Get out!" he seethed, just a decibel lower.

"Nuh-uh, it's not your hiding spot!" Mar'i shot back. "You don't own it!"

Jake smirked cockily and pointed a finger past her. "Uh, yeah, Mar'i, I do."

A deep, unamused frown settled on Mar'i's face as she noticed— in bright cerulean blue crayon— the word "Jake" hastily scribbled on the panel. "That means nothing! You don't own everything you put your name on."

He silently raged. "How am I not surprised a heathen like you-"

"-Heathen?! I watched you squirt an entire can of Easy Cheese in your mouth!"

"That was a long time ago. I’m a different man now."

"It was last week!"

"As I said, a long time ago," he retorted drolly. "Anyway, as I was saying— only heathens don't respect the sacred rules of hide-and-seek!"

"You're so ridiculous," she sighed, exhausted. "You act like I broke the law."

"Well, you might as well have. I'm hurt, Mar'i, really I am. I never thought you'd betray me like this. My own flesh and blood— my wombmate--"

"Ew, don't call me that!"

He clasped his hands together. "I think the only way to solve this and mend our broken relationship is for you to leave and find a new hiding spot."

Mar'i stared blankly at him. Jake was her favorite person in the entire universe, but there were times where she wanted to slap him. "I'm not leaving, Jaki."

"By the love of X'hal, you can turn invisible!" he argued.

"So? Dad's using heat-sensing goggles this time."

"Mar'i!"

"Hey, babe," their father's voice filtered in from downstairs. They stilled, eyes wide and locked on each other.

"Hello, my love. Are you looking for something?" they heard their mother ask him.

"Oh you know, just for two half-human, half-alien eight-year-olds? Have you seen them? They're like yay-high, black hair with orange skin? Got glowing green eyes?"

"Oh," Kory chuckled. "I think I know the two. Say, are they dangerous?"

"Very. The little rascals will eat all your cereal and blame it on an innocent larva."

"My, they sound like quite the dastardly duo," she mused. "I believe I saw them go upstairs. Please, proceed with caution."

Dick let out a laugh. "Don't worry, babe. I think I'm well-equipped to handle them; Batman raised me after all."

Mar'i snapped back her attention to Jake, panicked. "Go away, Jaki!" she nearly growled.

"But-" he tried to argue, but her hand shot out and closed the armoire door, effectively ending their discussion.

Frantic, Jake looked around for a new hiding spot. Under his bed? No, there was a monster. Behind the house plants? Nope, too obvious. In the air vent? Nah, he'd get stuck again. Finally, his eyes found the inconspicuous attic door.

He was like 90% sure it was haunted. Uncle Jay showed him and Mar'i a horror movie once, and he learned that attics were prime real estate for ghosts and couldn't be trusted.

But...

It would probably be a great hiding spot. His dad wouldn't expect it.

The creaking of the stairs interrupted his thoughts and effectively ended his inner turmoil. He dashed to the attic door and braved the darkroom.

"Oh wow," he said, looking around. The room was cramped, littered with boxes and other knickknacks. Moonlight filtered in through the port window. "Okay, ghosts, listen. I don't mean to trespass or anything. I just need a place to hide from my dad, alright? So no possessing me, okay? I'll only be here for a couple of minutes."

Slowly, he made his way through the clutter, hoping to find a nice nook to squeeze in. A thick layer of dust coated everything in the room, and it was not long before he started hacking. It was then that his left foot hit a meddlesome snag in the carpet, causing him to plummet down on a pile of boxes.

He let out a rather undignified squeak when his knee slammed into the ground. A flurry of Tamaranean curse words left his mouth; thank heavens, his mom was not around to hear him. "Stupid ghosts!" Jake spat. The crash was loud. His dad knew where he was now. "And stupid Mar'i for making me hide in this stupid, haunted attic!"

He went to glare at the confounding boxes, but he halted when he saw something interesting. His ire vanished, his head cocked slightly. He pulled himself up from the ground and went to analyze the contents of the fallen box closer, his hand alit with a low-energy starbolt.

Inside the unsuspecting box was a brightly colored uniform. Jake's eyes widened the size of saucers. Could this be? There was no way. But sure enough, he found the iconic scaly leotard and black domino mask. Yep, this was his father's old Robin uniform.

He stared at the red tunic with the utmost reverence; his thumb traced the R. Jake was so absorbed in the costume he failed to notice his sister hovering over him.

"Whatcha got there, Jaki?" she asked curiously, face inches from his.

He let out a squeal and jumped several feet in the air. He snarled, eyes ablaze in a blue fury. "Mar'i! Don't do that!"

She snickered, an eyebrow raised. "It's not my fault you're not observant."

"I was in stealth mode," he said defensively. He crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be hiding in my hiding spot?"

She shrugged. "Dad found me pretty quick, so I decided to come to bother you."

Jake was surprised. "Wait, do you mean he didn't hear me fall?"

"Nah, I told him you were being a cheater and hiding outside. Thankfully, you decided to be a klutz after he left," she informed him. She frowned when she noticed the betrayed look on his face. "What? I thought you'd be happy I saved you!"

"I think it's funny you pick and choose when to be a loyal sister."

She smiled. "Gotta keep you on your toes, Jaki. Now, what's that?"

Jake followed her pointed look at the costume. He showed her excitedly. "I think it's Dad's old Robin costume!"

Green eyes rounded. "What? No way!"

"Yes, way!" he dazzled. "Look at the insignia!"

"Whoa," she breathed. She fingered the black-yellow cape gingerly. Her head snapped up. "Come on, put it on!"

"W-what?" He gave her a bemused look.

"I know you want to," she said wryly. She held up the tunic and pushed it towards her brother. "I bet you'd look just like dad."

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off. Honestly, he did not need much convincing. Jake had seen pictures of his dad in his early crimefighting days, but a thought stopped him. "I don't know, Mar'i..."

"Why not?"

"Well, Damian's Robin."

"And?"

"And I don't want to-- I don't know. I guess I don't want to send the wrong message," Jake answered. He sighed somberly. "Besides, it's not like I could ever be Robin anyway. I'm weird."

"What the heck?" Mar'i spluttered. "You think you can't be Robin because you have powers?"

"Robins don't have powers, Mar'i," he said, dejected. "They don't fly or shoot starbolts."

She snorted. She scooted closer to her twin, looking at him intently. "And? Anyone with a brave heart can be Robin, and as I can see, you have one."

"But-"

"No buts, Jaki," she cut him off. Mar'i was not going to allow her brother to put himself down. "I like you just the way you are. I think shooting starbolts and flying is super neat!"

"You're biased," he chuckled. Mar'i's words instantly made him feel better, though.

Her mouth blossomed into a silly grin. "Well, yeah, duh. I know if I'm awesome, you have to be. Now, put it on!"

"Okay, but turn around. I need privacy!"

"Yay!" she piped before spinning around. Her arms and legs tingled with excitement.

"Okay, I think I'm ready now," he told her, a bit apprehensive.

Mar'i whipped around, nearly knocking Jake down in the process. She almost burst out in awe when she saw him there, proudly donning their father's uniform. "Wow, Jaki! It looks so good on you!"

He flushed. His eyes, now concealed by a domino mask, peeked down at his body. It had been a bit awkward in some places; Jake did not care for his legs being so exposed, but otherwise, it fit like a glove. "Really?" he asked, swooshing his cape back and forth.

Her head bobbed up and down. "You look just like Dad when he was young!"

"What do you mean by that, Mar'i? I'm still young!"

Jake and Mar'i were startled by the voice. They spun around in the direction of the attic door and spotted their dad: the first-ever Boy Wonder and best pancake-maker-this-side-of-the-galaxy-- Dick Grayson.

"Dad!" the siblings exclaimed in perfect unison.

Dick chuckled. "And what are you two glowsticks doing in the attic? I thought we were playing hide and-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Jake. His eyes widened as they absorbed, his mouth agape.

Jake panicked, and shame surged through him. "I'm sorry, Dad!" he said hastily. "I-I was just hiding upstairs a-and I fell a-and I found your old costume!"

"Jake-"

"A-and I knew I shouldn't have, b-but Mar'i said I should-"

Jake paused when he felt his father's hand on his shoulders. He looked up and met his father's loving gaze. "Jake, calm down," Dick comforted. "It's okay."

Jake swallowed. "You're not mad?"

"No, of course not, son," he responded, genuine.

"Doesn't he look cool, Dad?" Mar'i piped up, a goofy grin on her face.

Dick smiled tenderly and moved his hand to caress Jake's face. He could not have predicted what seeing his son wear his old Robin uniform would do to him. His heart soared with love and pride.

"Yes, Mar'i, he looks pretty cool," he agreed.

Jake beamed and matched his sister's goofy grin. He thought his dad would be mad at him, but thankfully, he was the furthest from mad.

"But don't think this means you can go out crimefighting," Dick added quickly.

"Aww, Dad!" Jake whined.

Dick wagged his finger at him. "Don't 'aww, Dad' me! You may have the look, but you're not old enough."

Jake pouted. "I'm not a baby anymore, Dad!"

"Aww, but you're still my baby.” He gave Jake a quick kiss to the temple. “Now, come on, you two. Mom made dinner, and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees you."

"Did she burn the food again?" Mar'i grimaced. She loved her mother dearly, but she was not the most adept in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't know if I can eat burnt lasagna again, Dad."

"Now, now, glowsticks. Mom spent all day working on this meal!" Dick assured them. He escorted them out of the attic. "It's a dish from Tamaran. I'm sure it'll be wonderful."

Mar'i whispered to her brother, "I like when Mom cooks. We always get McDonald's afterward."

"Or food poisoning."

#dick grayson #DickKory #mar’i grayson #fanfic #drabble #Headcanon #Teen Titans #starfire #koriand'r #fanfiction #jake grayson #jake and mar'i are twins

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i8jisoo · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

changbin x reader | part three of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst for a lil bit woo

↬ warnings; talk of perinatal depression, cursing, n labor

↬ notes; changbin babi 🥺 ALSO ITS CHANGBIN DAY WOOO ITS MY BABYS BDAYYYYY SO I HAD TO POST THIS |

u two had just freshly started an official, public relationship

ofc changbin was freaking out while he was chilling in the bathtub behind the curtain so u could pee on the test already

u two were looking at the line coming in, praying that there would be only o n e 😳

slowly the other line comes in, dark blue n clear alongside the other one

“holy fuck—“

“what do we do?” you asked, your voice wavering while setting the test back down

his hands cupped your face, giving u a soft kiss n hugging you

“we got this, we’re having a baby, baby!” he started to joke and yall burst out laughing while crying in the bathroom

the first few months were amazing

ur lil bump sprouted out n u two were so happy about it

changbin is just so attentive and excited about this pregnancy and his first born

u really couldn’t have been better with ur lil family that was starting to become realer with each day

u two r such bullies yall r like

“what happened? ur a softie now binnie!!”

n he’d say shit like, “well at least i don’t pee every hour on the clock!!”

he makes u cry one time n u use that against him everytime u want something bc he feels guilty >:)

cute lil things like asking the baby what they want to eat or talking to it before the bed

(changbin reads the baby goodnight moon one time and ur just so in love like wow 🥺)

he secretly talks to the baby when you sleep every night because hes waiting for when ur little bean will reply back with a kick or a hand

he is W H I P P E D for u n ur baby bump

nursery is already done at five months

he needs all of the boys to come over though to help him figure out the instructions 😳 these are co nfusi ngg

they notice how smiley n giggly he is when he talks about u two and looking at the finished crib hes just so proud

yall r so happy and content with ur baby that was an accident, but u guys are so happy this happened

but something changes within u

changbin notices your lack of interest in the pregnancy during ur sixth month

ur sleeping pattern was off n u would sleep for hours during the day and night

u were very irritable, not wanting changbin to cuddle with u or kiss u like he did everytime he came back from practice :(

u were always unhappy and always so moody, he just wanted u to be happy 🥺

he is so confused and worried ab u, some days ur not eating or some days u don’t even wake up in the mornings like u used to

sometimes— just sometimes he’d come back home to find u in the same spot, asleep

he’s so fucking scared when ur around seven months that he can’t hold it in anymore

“are—are you okay?” he questions u from the doorway, making u stop to look at him in the mirror

ur eyes were cold, setting down the towel u were drying ur hair with and leaving him by himself while heading into ur bedroom

“don’t you dare fucking walk away from me.”

ur s h oo k

he was really nice during the pregnancy everyday, super bubbly and kind so u were shocked to hear his upset tone

“i can and i will, i’ll just go sleep in another fuckin room.” u mumbled, changbin grabbing ur hands and turning u around to face him

u struggle for a bit while ur arguing with him and telling him to let go so u could go to sleep

“stop! i am your boyfriend, i am the only one who is going to care for you like this. i am the only one who is dying, seeing you like this. do you understand? we’ve been through seven months of this together, it was fine for awhile and now you’re fucking turning me away?”

hes shouting at this point, hes just so pissed after three months of not having answers and your attitudes and arguments, he cannot handle it

u start crying

hes quick to hold you, pulling u down to the bed so u don’t have to stand on ur tired feet anymore

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 🥺🥺🥺

he insists u two will find out n u both will get thru this rough patch together

perinatal depression, they diagnosed u

changbin is so upset when he hears the doctors tell u

everything is making sense to him and he’s just so heartbroken he didn’t put two and two together earlier

he takes time off for the time being to make sure ur taking care of urself

hes watching u like a hawk but trying not to make it evident

the first time u ask him for a kiss, he gives u dozens

he hadn't been asked for kisses in so long he was so relieved 🥺

he’s constantly telling u how beautiful u r and talking to ur bump about how they have the best genes and their uncles

this man is a father already it seems

he is ur #1 face mask partner cause he buys the cute ones only because u deserve the cute ones that r ur favorite ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

cooking together is something that happens, not often but every once in awhile he will let u do small things

cut up some lettuce? sure! pour in the soup broth? of course u can! taste test his food? always.

he wants to make sure ur comfortable with him touching u or kissing u or what hes saying

“i love you.” he’s mumbling, quickly placing a kiss against the fabric of one of his own shirts that was worn by u and fit u like a dress still

he then goes up to ur cheek n presses a kiss to it, ur hand cupping his jaw and letting him kiss ur lips >.<

also u guys let out a quiet talk of pregnancy to the public, letting jyp release a notice on changbin’s absence from live-streams and posts with the boys

u two received a lot of positive feedback which changbin let u read the positive ones n loved when u smiled at each one

u were overdue by a week which was the worst, ur back hurt and u had migraines

u also were put on bed-rest for the next week before u could be inducted

u guys waited out the week and u got scheduled for an induction

the labor was really slow which sucked because u just wanted to hold ur baby already :(

rly intimate moments like chan just holding u n rocking u like a baby

u guys are given this position to move the baby down, your knees on the ground so u could kneel against the bed and changbin would hold ur hips n rock them

he just feels so bad he can’t do anything to help u with the pain 🥺

yall kinda vibing with the hospital food (idk bout yall but some food from hospitals smack chile)

“i just want to go home.” :(

u bet ur ass he scoots into ur hospital bed, holding ur hands n u just cry into his shoulder

he feels like his heart is being torn to pieces when he listens to u cry out of pain

his free hands holds your jaw, making u look up at him

“we’re almost done baby, okay? i know it hurts, if i could i would take your pain in a heartbeat. you are incredibly strong and i’m so proud of you. you just need to hang in here for a few more hours, yeah? you think you can do that?”

u give him the weakest smile ever but its better than nothing

u reach 10cm!!!

now the part that wasn’t fun was the pushing :/

u were hurting, u were tired, and u had been promised almost seven times that all u need was one more push but no matter what, it seemed like the baby wasnt budging

“the cord is wrapped around the neck, we need you to stop pushing. okay?”

ur too tired and stopping the pushing sounded good so u did as they said but when they told u they needed to actually reach in and unwrap it ur blood ran cold

u both were worried about how much u could take

u screamed, god it hurt and it felt like hours of them twisting but it was a mere minute

the labor progressed n there it was

“a girl!”

u two are like faucets or waterfalls

shes literally the perfect mixture of u both 🥺

he washed her hair n helped wrap her up in a blanket, giving her over to u for the first time

u both were just in love with her, she was absolutely perfect

he’s obsessed with her, taking in that baby scent, the scent of the light baby shampoo and the bit of baby powder that lingered throughout her onesie

her hair wooooww its so soft n fluffy

her little baby pout and her puffy cheeks

i can see him calling her bunny for awhile as a childhood nickname

he’ll just be like

“oh that’s my bunny!!”

weird look from u but ur heart melts while he bounces her in his arms n gives her some kissies and running his fingers thru her hair

he’s also rly soft, i don’t see him singing but i see him definitely whispering to her about how she’s gonna grow up and have the best life because thats his little girl

“ur gonna have eight uncles, they are crazy but it’s okay. u definitely lucked out on fathers though, i’m pretty good at lullaby's. u did get great genes too, u have a handsome daddy and a gorgeous mommy. we worked really hard on making u, please don’t hurt ur cute little face. u also have a storm coming, there’s a thing called stays, they are gonna adore you, i promise.”

omgomgomgomg jejejejeje im blushing at the thought of this i just adore dad changbin

u guys may or may not be planning for another but it definitely would happen in a few years

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cripplingaddictions · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!”

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

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annashittyglasses · 4 years ago

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omg I’m obsessed w your levi squad fics! can I have an imagine where the reader is the youngest in levi squad (the one w eren, mikasa, connie, etc. + levihan as parents) and when she starts dating a random guy or someone hurts her they all get super protective over her bc shes the baby of the group (even though she’s only like a year younger than them LOL). thanks love <3

Hi anon! I love this idea!! Levihan going into parent mode and the squad goes into protective mode. I LOVE IT! I hope this is ok, I’m a little rusty on my fic writing skills,

Levi Squad being protective over Fem!reader bc boy troubles and a broken heart.

Master list

“Hey Y/n!” You heard Connie on the other side of the dining hall. With your food tray in hand, you shuffle your way over to the ‘Levi Squad’ table with Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Sasha, Levi and Hange. “Hiiiii everyone!!!” You greeted the gang with excitement. Levi glances up to you and rolls his eyes at you. “Wow y/n, you’re in a good mood.” Jean said. “What? I can’t be in a good mood?” I replied. Sasha was last to sit down, she slammed her super full tray onto the table. “So y/n, how was your little picnic with that MP?” Sasha nonchalantly said as she sat down. The whole table got really quiet and everyone stared at me. Connie and Jean both spit their drinks out. “OUR LITTLE BABY CADET HAS A BOY?!?!” Hange dramatically said. “Sorry to break your hearts boys”, I cheekily said to the guys. “Well, tell us about him!” Armin nearly screamed with a little too much excitement. “Well, he’s tall, an MP, very sweet and kind, and we have another picnic tomorrow. I’m still getting to know him, wanna see where this goes ya know.” I told with a grin. “Don’t get your hopes up, it is an MP.” Levi coldly added. “Girls come to my office later for girl time.” Hange said as her and Levi were getting up to leave.

Next day: picnic.

I left for lunch early so I could meet him by the tree. Oh gosh I haven’t worn civilian clothes in forever. I hope I look ok. I really hope he likes me. I thought as I adjusted my dress and set up the picnic.

I waited on the picnic blanket reading a book to pass the time. I glanced down at my pocket watch. Ok only 5mins late, not bad, stay calm. He’ll show up. I kept reading my book. But I couldn’t shut out all my intrusive thoughts. After some time, I check my pocket watch again. Now he’s 30mins late. My lunch time was almost up. I got up from the blanket and began to pack everything. Holding back tears as I folded the blanket and packed away the food. I bet Sasha would eat this. I thought as a single tear fell onto the wrapping of a sandwich. I collected myself and made my way back to HQ for training.

With the blanket and picnic basket in tow, I knock on Levi and Hange’s door. But unbeknownst to me, the whole squad was in there waiting for my return. “State your name and busine-“ Levi said in a monotone voice, getting cutoff by the door aggressively opening by y/n. He looked up in shock. There I stood in the door, quietly sobbing. “WHAT HAPPENED?!” Hange asked. “He- h- he- he never showed up.” I said fumbling over my words between sobs. Armin came to my aide by taking the picnic supplies and setting them down then guiding me over to the couch to sit. Connie came running to my side with tissues and a trash bin. I nuzzled into the crook of Armin’s neck as I cried. Jean stood up and began rolling up his sleeves. “What’s this piece of shit’s name?” Jean asked in a stern tone. “His name is _____.” I replied quietly. Levi moved over to where y/n was on the couch in his office. “I told you to never trust an MP.” Levi said almost too brutally honest. Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. “Awe my poor baby,” Hange said reaching out her arms towards me. I switch from crying on Armin’s shoulder to Hange’s.

Eren walked into the Commander’s office to see y/n emotionally distraught. He knew he broke her heart. “IM GONNA HURT THIS MP.” Eren growled in rage. He stormed out of the office. Jean and Connie follow him to plot their revenge. Levi abruptly stops them halfway down the hall. “Just what in the hell do you think you dumbasses are doing?” The three boys stop in their tracks. “Are you really going to go piss off the MPs when they already have a vendetta out for us?! Just because a stupid MP didn’t show up for a date? Yes that is shitty of him to do that, but that doesn’t mean you beat him up. There will be plenty of other heartbreaks in y/n’s life, most of you probably won’t live to be there for her. Protect her now, save the beating for someone shittier than that shithead.” Levi said in the most fatherly way possible. Eren, Connie and Jean just looked at Levi in amazement. “Whoa he’s a dad.” Connie said, “I heard that brat,” Levi replied.

They all walked back into the office. Hange gave y/n the day off of training. The guys made rotations on checking in on me. Who really needs a guy when I have my guys, my squad? “Thank you, Thank you to everyone. I don’t need shitty boys to ruin my life, I already have you guys.” “HAHAHA! That’s the spirit!”Hange said with excitement. “Wait, what are you going to do about your picnic food,” Sasha asked innocently. “Let’s all have a picnic in here!” Hange suggested. “Great idea!” Armin said. Levi patted my head and handed me a cup of tea in a fancy cup. “Drop it, you die.” Levi said coldly. Mikasa scooted closer to me. “We will always protect the baby cadet” Mikasa said is a reassuring tone. “Awe! Does this mean I’m mom and Levi is dad?” Hange said sarcastically looking at Levi. “......fine.....” he replied reluctantly. “AWE YAY GROUP HUGS!!” Everyone groaned in unison and backed away from Hange.

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winterscaptain · 5 years ago

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kiss the girl.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

request from anon: can you do a hotch x reader where the BAU team goes to Disney World and the team tricks the two to riding the Little Mermaid ride (made it up) which is the replica of the “Kiss the Girl” scene. thanks love ur writing! ❤️

rating & words: g, ~2300

a/n: thank you anon! this one is fluffy as hell and super soft.

AO3 | Masterlist | Requests Open!

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Christmas that year was an ordeal, with three kids and two new significant others. The entire unit always gathered at Rossi’s for their annual Boxing Day get-together and the kids always made off like bandits. It was no secret that it was Jack’s favorite informal holiday, and Henry and Michael were picking up on the benefits as they got older.

It was one of your favorite holidays, too. That year found you cross-legged on the floor next to Jack, with Michael in your lap. Hotch was on gift-wrap duty on the couch behind you. Jack had one of his arms looped through yours, showing you one of the games on his new tablet.

“You all have one last something from me, here,” Dave said, passing wrapped envelopes to the grown-ups, and small boxes to the kids. The knowing smirks on the faces of JJ, Will, Hotch, and Dave made you a little nervous.

You helped Jack and Michael with their wrapping paper and stopped dead in your tracks when you processed what was inside. Mickey Ears and...

DisneyWorld Tickets for the entire unit. Epcot, Disney Resort, the whole nine. You tore into your envelope, finding plane ticket vouchers, a brochure, and your own set of tickets.

“I’ve cleared all our vacation time with the higher-ups. We leave for Florida next week.” Hotch looked a little too satisfied with himself.

All hell broke loose. The boys were shouting about all the things they wanted to see while all the grown-ups laughed. You looked up at Hotch, who gave you a rare and coveted broad grin.

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Walking around in the Florida sun with three kids under ten wasn’t as fun in practice.

Michael hung off your hip, fresh off his second meltdown of the day.

“Thank you for taking him,” JJ said. Even though she was sweaty and exhausted, she still looked great.

You smiled at her. “Of course. I love this little gremlin.” You pushed blond hair off Michael’s forehead, pressing a kiss to his sweaty skin. He snuffled and burrowed further into your shoulder. He reached a hand over your shoulder and you looked, finding Hotch there.

He snagged Michael’s little hand between his fingers and pressed kisses into it until Michael was giggling, tears forgotten. Somehow during the day, Jack’s Mickey ears had landed on Aaron’s head and they sat askew in his dark hair.

It was that moment where you decided you didn’t just love Hotch. You loved Aaron. Goofy, playful, funny Aaron.

When Michael let him go, Hotch stepped up beside you, leaving Dave to keep pace at the back of the group.

You felt a hand on the middle of your back, steadying you as you adjusted your grip on Michael.

“Don’t!” You laughed. “I’m sweaty.”

He chuckled and leaned away from you, hands up in surrender. “I’ll keep my distance, then.”

“Not too far, I hope,” you mumbled under your breath.

His attention was on Jack, who was on Derek’s shoulders at the front of the pack, but his smile betrayed him. With a flush, you realized he heard you.

You weren’t quite sure what it was between you, but it had been there for years. It was more than camaraderie developed from your work in the field, but it was ineffable, intangible, and (frankly) terrifying.

“Dad!” Jack called, and Derek whirled around, walking backward. “Keep up!”

Aaron shook his head, throwing a smile your way before jogging up to Jack. “Where are we headed?”

You couldn’t help your laugh. Jack made a hilarious silhouette with his father’s sunglasses on his face, your floppy sunhat on his head, and striped lollipop in his hand.

“Small world!” Henry shouted, making a break for it. Emily snagged him by the hand before he could get too far off. She managed to maintain the excitement, running along beside him, without losing her grip.

Thank God these kids are outnumbered.

It was at that moment Michael demanded to be let down. You set him on his feet and he ran up to his mom.

You rolled your shoulders and shook out your arms. On the fifth and final day of the trip, you finally broke down and changed out your moisture-wicking tee shirts for a tank top. The Florida humidity was brutal, and while you loved the kids, the skin-to-skin contact with those wiggly little boys was altogether a little too sticky.

The humid breeze on your arms made it worth it, but you missed out on the real benefit. Aaron had to make an effort to rip his gaze from your exposed skin more than once. The pantsuits and blouses were lovely in the office, of course, but the shorts and tank top left enough skin exposed to make him sweat.

It’s gonna be a long day.

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Hotch slung an arm across the low bench behind you, ruffling Jack’s hair as he got settled into the Small World boat. You three were in the back, as Jack had begged you to separate him from the younger boys for just a minute.

Emily and Reid kept a wiggling Henry between them, while Michael was between Derek and Penelope. Reid’s penchant for magic had saved the day more than once over the course of the weekend. Nothing distracted tired, hungry boys like a disappearing fork.

You leaned back, taking the opportunity to relax for a moment. The air conditioning was heaven on your overheated skin. Jack leaned into you, his eyes drifting shut. You scooted closer to him, bringing your arm around him. His proximity to you was only barely-tolerable with the cool air, but you would take any degree of discomfort for Jack Hotchner.

He’d taken such a responsibility on this trip – keeping an eye on Henry and Michael, sharing snacks, and making sure the little ones were drinking enough water. It was no wonder he was tired.

The arm across Jack’s shoulders was now flush against Aaron’s. Oddly, neither one of you made any attempt to move. You looked over, and your eyes met over Jack’s head. There was an unreadable, but soft, expression on his face. You flushed and looked away, turning your attention to Jack and brushing some wayward crumbs off his shirt.

You felt a couple of fingers trail up your bare arm before landing on your shoulder. They squeezed once.

Dropping your arm back down to Jack’s shoulder, you had enough leeway to snag the side of Hotch’s shirt with your pinky,

“You’re lucky there’s air conditioning, Hotchner, or I wouldn’t let you anywhere near me,” you say, laughter coloring your low murmur.

Under your finger, his ribs expanded in a shaky breath. You’d never seen him ruffled in this way before, and it was kind of exciting. “Then i am lucky indeed.”

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By the time you got around to Ariel’s grotto, the boys (and Spencer) were starving. JJ, Will, Derek, and Rossi took the boys while you, Hotch, Penelope, and Emily took a breath.

“I just remembered!” Penelope smacked a hand to her forehead. “The new ride is finally finished. I bet we could do it and be back before the boys are done eating.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Not a chance.” Aaron leaned back on the bench they’d found, crossing his arms.

“Oh c’mon Hotchner. Live a little. No harm in ironically enjoying a child’s ride for the hell of it.” Emily offered you her hand, and you offered yours to Hotch.

To your surprise, he took it and hauled himself to his feet.

“Fine. But I don’t want to hear about it later.”

Emily sniffed, dragging them into the line. “I can’t guarantee that.”

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The little boats were admittedly pretty cute. The seats were arranged in pairs, with the seats facing each other, just like the boats in the movie.

“I can’t believe they roped us into this,” he said.

You laughed at him, putting your backpack at your feet. “Oh please. You know you love it.”

He rolled his eyes, but you knew you were right.

As the ride started and you were thoroughly engaged in Ariel’s journey, Aaron grabbed your hand, holding it in the space between you. Your heart skittered wildly in your chest and you hoped you could blame your breathlessness on heat exhaustion.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh my Looks like the boy's too shy Ain't gonna kiss the girl

Aaron leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and brought your fingers to his lips. You startled, looking over at him with a kind of unrestrained wildness in your eyes. His lips were soft as he pressed a kiss to the pads of each of your fingers, his eyes smiling.

This can’t be happening.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad It’s such a shame, too bad You’re gonna miss the girl

You gulped and unconsciously licked your lips. Belatedly, you realized you were a masterclass in micro-expressions. Aaron was far too good at his job to have missed them.

You leaned forward, mirroring his posture. Were these boats always this small? Were your knees always touching? You weren’t sure.

Aaron reached out with one of his hands, brushing damp hair away from your face. You looked a mess – shiny and sweaty and very tired. He didn’t care.

His (distractingly large) hand cradled the base of your skull as he pulled you toward him.

Your lips met, and even though you were ready for it, you gasped. He was gentle with you, your lips pliant against his. You pulled your hand from his grasp and brought your hands to frame his face, deepening the kiss.

You granted him access, and the taste of his tongue went straight to your head. One of his hands had dropped to your bare thigh, holding on with a grasp that shot pleasure deep into your belly.

By the time you both come up for air, grinning, and breathless, Ariel had her voice back.

“I’m so glad they roped us into this.”

You reached out and pushed his shoulder. “Don’t start getting soft on me, Aaron.”

He rolled his eyes and shifted meaningfully against the little bench. “Oh, trust me, you don’t have to worry about that,” he deadpanned.

You blushed and barked a laugh, drawing the eyes of Penelope and Emily in the boat in front of you.

+++

The boys were back and on their second wind when you leave the Grotto.

“Did you take a nap in there or what?” JJ bumped your shoulder as you all got on your way again. “You look...” she searched your face, “different.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off and really trying not to look at Aaron. “Air conditioning does wonders.”

She didn’t buy it, but she let it go.

Dave caught on to Aaron’s buoyancy after a little while.

“Was forty-five minutes away from your kid that rejuvenating, Aaron?”

“Quit, Dave.”

Rossi pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, following Aaron’s gaze to where it strayed.

You were tag-teaming Derek with Jack in an attempt to recover your big floppy sunhat.

“Did you finally do something about that?” Dave replaced his sunglasses.

Aaron squinted, weighing the pros and cons of lying to the most experienced profiler at the bureau. “...No.”

“Well done, man.”

+++

On the tram back to the hotel, Jack was attached to you like a koala, his arms around your neck and knees resting on the bench on either side of your hips.

“Love you, Y/N”

His hair tickled your nose as you kissed his head. “Love you too, Jack. You can crash if you want. I’ll carry you back”

Jack hummed, sounding alarmingly like his father, and snuggled further into you.

He was out cold in less than five minutes.

You rubbed his back absentmindedly, taking stock of the moment.

Jack was getting older, and it was just today you realized the little boy you met only weeks after his birth was almost too big for you to swing around, too big to toss over your head.

It meant a lot to you that he wasn’t too big to still collapse into you at the end of the day.

Aaron saw the soft smile on your face as you held his son. Jack was sleeping like a rock, his head tucked into the hollow between your neck and chest.

She loves him. He trusts her.

As if you could read his mind, you glanced at Aaron over Jack’s head. He dropped his hand to the seat and flipped it palm-up. You laced your fingers with his and maneuvered so you could rest your head on his shoulder, your eyelids fluttering closed.

Aaron’s cheek met the crown of your head and he felt truly relaxed for the first time in a long time.

Penelope was the first to clock it, poking Emily’s shoulder. Emily looked over her shoulder and pulled out her phone. She twisted in her seat, which drew the attention of JJ, Rossi, and Derek.

Smiling, she snapped a picture. You three looked strikingly like a family. Normal, as if it had been that way from the start.

+++

“Hey, Aaron,” you murmured. The rest of the team had returned to their catatonic state after a few minutes of cooing over you. The events of the weekend caught up to them, and they were all looking forward to the flight home.

“Hmm?”

“You wanna do this or what?”

You could feel his quiet laugh in your hair. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Shifting just a little, you pressed your lips to his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?” You tried to deliver it as casually as possible, but your own admission sent a thrill through you.

“Yeah. I know.” He released your hand and raised his arm, tucking you under it as he brought you and Jack tight to his chest. “I’ve loved you longer than I care to admit.”

Your hotel room went to waste that night, but that was alright. With Aaron at your back and Jack against your chest, you’d never had a better night of sleep.

tagging: @arganfics, @quillvine, @stxrry-ixn, @agenthotchner, @ange-must-die, @rousethemouse, @ughitsbaby

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #tali writes fanfiction #hotch

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hyphypmic · 4 years ago

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Samatoki/Ramuda/Ichiro React to Pick-up Lines

Hello lovely people! This is a commission I made for @iloveuro-san-blog <3

Thanks for your support!

Samatoki

Samatoki didn’t know how to respond the moment the pickup line left your lips. He smiled at first, then tried to suppress it, but then he failed. It looked more like a grimace if anything. He was trying so hard to keep his hard facade, but honestly he was one song away from humming the tune and one inch away from wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You okay?” You asked cautiously. “Did you pull something?”

“Um.” He looked at you. “Haha.” He managed. “What was that?” He felt his cheeks heat up but did his best to ignore it, even though it kept growing.

The two of you were seated on the couch in the warehouse, watching a movie when you simply said: “You’d make a great troy bolton. And I’d be your Gabriella.” (Yes, you convinced Samatoki to watch High School Musical with you. It involved a bet of some sort and you won it.)

“It was a compliment!” You blushed, turning back to the screen.

“Y/N.” He said and you looked at him, and you were shocked by the unreadable expression he had on his face.

“I—.” He made a motion with his hand, but aborted it. “I…” Samatoki really had no idea what to say.

You blushed, and realized you were looking into his eyes for too long. “Movie’s great.”

“Not as great as you though.” Samatoki muttered. Then his eyes widened when he realized what he said. “I mean…” He tensed up. “You… well… you are, great.” He looked down and sunk deeper into his hoodie.

“What?”

“Fuck you.” He said louder, the blush apparent on his cheekbones. “Go back to watching, idiot.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself. “I’m glad we’re watching this together.”

Samatoki scooted closer, tension fading from his shoulders. “I am too.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

“Well I like you too!”

Then it just

You know

Everything breaks and he’s like a soft mess

Or he goes like: well what was that? stupid?

Then you get hurt then he goes like: gah no I like you you fucking IDIOT!”

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Ichiro

Ichiro stood there soaking wet, him falling for the simple bucket on the doorframe prank. He was smiling at you and laughing, admitting that you got him.

However, the prank backfired on you because Ichiro naturally had to be wearing the thin white t-shirt. And naturally his abs had to stand out. You started blushing furiously.

And of course Ichiro noticed this. He smiled at you. “Do you want a hug?”

You weren’t exactly dating him, but you weren’t exactly not dating him. It was weird, but there was definitely something in between you two. The fact that you stared at Ichiro’s abs is definitely a sign that you didn’t just see him as a friend.

“No!” You backed up, picking up the bucket. “Don’t you dare—“

“Come here!”

“No!” You screamed and you started running away from him. The apartment was small, but the two of you managed to obstacle race around it. Ichiro even went as far as to do flips in between the love seat and the couches. The most you could do was jump haphazardly.

The two of you were laughing, eventually ending up in the bedroom, you jumping on the bed and standing, Ichiro doing the same.

You brandished your bucket. “You can’t get me, Ichiro!”

He smiled. “Try me!” And quicker than you could react, he grabbed your bucket and pulled it away from you.

“Nononono!” You managed right before Ichiro crashed into you and tackled you on the bed, giving you the biggest, wettest hug. “Get off me!!!” Ichiro started tickling you and you cried out. “St-o-o-o-op!!!” You said in between laughs, Ichiro only laughing in response.

You managed to roll the two of you over and pinned him on the bed. He laughed, but then the two of you quickly realized in what position the two of you were in.

The laughs quickly died into silence, and Ichiro reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Gotcha.” He said softly.

“Got me.” You replied, a soft smile on your face.

OTHER REACTIONS

Tbh I honestly think this is perfect for Ichiro haHAHAHA

But I feel like he’d be the type to confess his feelings properly and make you smile while he says it

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Ramuda

Ramuda wasn’t expecting a pickup line from you, however, he knew just how to respond to it. Ramuda immediately hugged you. “Oh! You cutie.”

Your eyes widened. “I—“

Ramuda laughed and held your hand. “Your shirt is indeed made up of partner material.” He then kissed your hand. “How did you know?”

There was this thing between you two, but only now was Ramuda taking seriously… or maybe he was playing with you.

Ramuda smiled and giggled. “I like you!” He said and hugged you again. “Wanna get some ice cream? Though I’m sure it won’t taste as good as you!”

“I—“ “You’re definitely the dessert to make me finish my meal.”

“I—“ Ramuda pulled you along, rattling off pickup lines like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh.” He paused. “I forgot where the ice cream place is. I’m lost.” He looked at you with big eyes. “Can you show me the way to your heart?”

“R-Ramuda!” You managed, blushing furiously, though enjoying him holding your hand.

Ramuda laughed. “Let’s go! I’ll feed you something creamy!”

“RAMUDA!”

He only smiled at you and continued to pull you, as if starting on an adventure.

OTHER REACTIONS:

Doesn’t respond and just takes you somewhere

Is the type to go like: aren’t we a thing?

Or he claps back immediately and makes it super smooth because its ramada

And he’s having so much fun with you and stuff

 —

Saburo

Saburo blushed and his mind went blank. For all his intelligence, he couldn’t come up with a retort. “I—“ He blushed even harder. “I— thank you.” He paused. “Um…”

You didn’t think about what you were saying at the time, the “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” just popped out. You were blushing as hard, if not harder, than Saburo.

“I…” Saburo put his hands in his pockets. “Are you from Tennessee?” He mumbled

You were taken aback. “What? No, I’m from Japan—“

“Because you’re the only ten I see!” Saburo blurted out.

The two of you both stared at each other, neither of you processing anything.

“I’m sorry!” Saburo put his hands in front of him. “Don’t hurt me!!!”

“Why will I hurt you?” Your eyes widened.

“My pickup line is so bad!!!” Saburo exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”

“Mine is bad as well!!!”

The two of you stood there awkwardly, but you noticed Saburo’s eyes get wider and you started laughing. “You’re so cute!” You managed and you fell to your knees laughing. The whole exchange was so dumb you could barely take it.

Saburo watched you with a surprised expression, his face red, only to get an even louder laugh from you. It wasn’t long though until Saburo started laughing as well. The way you were rolling around on the floor was too much for him. He lay down beside you on the floor, ignoring the stares from everyone else. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the laughter faded and you were sitting back to back to each other. Your hand found Saburo’s and held it. “I like laughing with you, Saburo.”

Saburo giggled and squeezed your hand. “I like laughing with you too, Y/N.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

It’s a permanent 404 error

Instead he just goes like: I like you too

And it just evolves into a cute baby confession and it’s wonderful

—

+BONUS Samatoki: surprise confessions

“I like you!”

Samatoki stopped rapping and the speakers just disappeared. He then walked towards you. “The fuck did you say?” He shouted from where he was.

“I said I like you, you dumb fuck! That’s why my attacks are so fucking weak towards you!” You yelled, putting a hand to your chest. “You and your stupid fucking hair and your stupid eyes and your eyebrows and your fucking CHEST FUCKING BUTTON IT UP!” You knew you were rambling but he was walking towards you and at this point there was no point stopping your confession.

He looked like he was going to punch you, with his fists balled like that.

“What are you gonna do about it huh?” You shouted at him, your rival turned crush. “What? Wanna kick my ass personally?” You didn’t care if the two of you were from separate divisions and would occasionally fight, you liked him and that was that.

Samatoki stopped right in front of you. He growled. “Say it again.”

You stepped closer so you were mere inches from his face, your emotions and adrenaline high from the battle the two of you just had. “I. Fucking. Like. You.”

The air was silent for a beat. “What?” You furrowed your brows and balled your fists. “The fuck are you gonna do?”

He then grabbed your shirt and pulled you in closer. “What I’m supposed to do.” He said lowly and kissed you.

You weren’t expecting that and you instantly melted into it. He pulled away after a few seconds. “I fucking like you too, dumbass.”

You kissed him again and you couldn’t imagine a better way to end the day.

#commission #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #ichiro yamada #saburo yamada #buster bros #samatoki aohitsugi #mad trigger crew #ramuda #fling posse

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bubble-booty-cuties · 4 years ago

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Futaba’s Learning Experience~

This is a huge collaboration with my great friend BermudaStuff~!! You can find all of their amazing work on twitter right here, and I’ll attach the whole link too~! On their end they doodled a super amazing Futaba, and I got a little carried away with the story~!! Seriously, you better check out their twitter, they’re amazing, and I get to cheat and see some of their stuff early~!

Some seriously amazing Futaba that this story is based off of~! Outfit and all~! She looks amazing~!!

Made by BermudaStuff, and the link to their twitter: https://twitter.com/BermudaStuff?s=20

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Futaba sipped on her surprisingly tasty drink as the man across from her talked about a shared interest over the heavy music playing throughout the building, the sweet liquid burning nicely as it slipped down her throat and heated her core in a way she’d never felt before, making her muscles loose and her stress fade away, even if she had to be a little discreet with who saw her drinking it.

Futaba was way out of her element, deep in a dungeon with no support, no healing items, and what felt like beginner’s armor. She had met the man sat across from her online, in a small attempt to make more friends like she’d promised, and, well, they’d definitely hit it off, and after a long time, he finally convinced her to meet him in public. She was nervous, and she could feel her heart pounding the moment she got to the club, with so many people around she felt a little overwhelmed, but she had to do this, she made a promise.

Ann and Haru were nice enough to give her advice, and even take her shopping for a new outfit, though she wasn’t quite sure about their judgement anymore due to what they picked for her. Not that any of it mattered now, there wasn’t any checkpoints nearby here, and she could only keep moving forward.

“You look a little warm, Futaba, are you okay?” The man said over the music, though not too loud. They were tucked nicely away in their own little corner, in a booth that helped Futaba feel less surrounded, though she had to admit that was seeming less and less important by the sip of her drink, the warmth filling her body filling her with a sense of confidence she’d only felt a few times. It was nice, to say the least. “Maybe you should take off your jacket! It’s a little hot in here as it is!”

“M-Maybe..” Futaba gently toyed with the zipper on her chest, wondering if she should just take it off for a bit to cool off, the idea not bothering her nearly as much as she thought it would given her outfit underneath. Her white shirt hung off her shoulders in a comfy, floaty way that was meant to keep her cool while she danced in a club like this, the fabric tied off in a knot at the bottom to hug above her midsection and show off her smooth and thin waist and tummy.

Just under her small shirt was a pair of the smallest little jean shorts she’d ever worn, the thin fabric riding up between her, admittedly, plump cheeks like it was just a thong , completely disappearing between her creamy, hungry globes so her ass was permanently on display for as long as she wore those frayed shorts. When Ann had bought them for her, she was so embarrassed she felt like she could explode. Now? She didn’t mind too much, and even thought she looked good in them. Maybe she had finally leveled up! The only thing was that the shirt Ann bought her said something across the chest, and she didn’t speak or read english, so she had no idea what it said. Ann got a giggle from it though.

She felt like there was a secret debuff attached to these clothes, she just couldn’t figure out what..

She wondered if she could ask what it said from Adam, the man sat across from her. He was a foreigner after all, even if he spoke really good Japanese. He could probably tell her what it said.

“A-Adam, can you tell me what-” Just as Futaba pulled the zipper down passed her chest she heard another man’s voice yell from the side of the booth. Looking out towards the muffled voice she saw what looked like a group of men just as large, if not larger then her new friend, and they seemed to know Adam as well. Futaba just sat their sipping her drink while they said their greetings, in english, so she couldn’t tell what they were saying until Adam came back and scooted into the booth on her side, pushing her deeper into the half circle couch while his friends slid in through the other side.

“I hope you don’t mind if my friends sit here for a bit, Futaba! They won’t be here long!” He spoke over the music as another much larger man slid in closer to Futaba’s other side, effectively surrounding her on both sides while he introduced his friends. “ ...And that’s Danny! They’re cool guys! Sorry, I know we were having fun talking by ourselves!”

Futaba was small compared to most people, but these guys were big, foreigners usually were, so she couldn’t help but feel a little bit smaller then normal practically squished on both sides by two large, admittedly handsome men. Handsome? Well, they were, they all were, all.. 6 of them. She just didn’t expect to be so comfortable with the idea of finding all the guys around her pretty good looking.

“U-Um, it’s okay, I don’t mind!” She knew she should have minded, the little voice in the back of her head saying she should be embarrassed and feeling like she wanted to run, but her anxiety was currently drowning in her fifth glass of bright pink strawberry courage. “I-It’s nice to meet you all!”

Some words and greeting were passed around, some she missed, some in broken Japanese, but she got the gist of it, and soon the guys around her were joking around and laughing while she enjoyed her drink and began absentmindedly pulling her zipper down lower till her jacket just hung around her shoulders, still heating her up.

“See, there you go! You should really take that off, I bet it’s even worse with you in the middle of us all!” Adam spoke, pulling at his own button down collar, showing his own slight discomfort at the heat.

“O-Oh, yeah! Actually, do you mind telling me what this says? My friend bought me this shirt but my english skill is totally trash!” With a little nod, she took the leap and pulled her jacket over her bare shoulders and put it to the side, letting the cooler air hit her skin and showing off her slightly lewd outfit off to the men at the table.

Just about every set of eyes there went down to her chest to read what her shirt said, and while a few laughed, a few grinned, and she could feel her own insecurities tell her Ann had pulled a prank on her. Well, that was until stopped his chuckling with a little dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, it basically just says ‘cute!’” The man did his best to wave away her worries, even as some of his friends said in english how much fun they were going to have. While she definitely was cute, her shirt said ‘Slut’, not ‘cute’.

“Oh, awesome!” See Futaba, you were worried for nothing! Guess that secret debuff was a secret buff all along! She’d have to thank Ann for the shirt later! ...After a few more of these yummy strawberry drinks~

“Your outfit really does look good on you, Futaba-Chan!” Said the large man to her left, his face was friendly, and she’d obviously just been introduced, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name.. But she still lit up at the compliment, her hunger for praise made even worse by the warmth flowing through her body, and the pleasant buzz in the back of her neck.

“Th-Thanks, my friends picked it out for me!” Futaba blushed and squirmed in her seat as the other men all said their own compliments, from praising how pretty her hair was, to how cute her glasses were, and a few more for her clothes. “Guess these give some stat buffs to my charisma!”

With a cute little blush, Futaba scratched the back of her head with a smile, eyes closed and basking in the compliments. Then suddenly she gave a cute little squeak of surprise and a jump when she felt a large, calloused hand grab just above her right knee, squeezing gently and sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-”

“N-No, it’s okay! I don’t mind!” Futaba blushed even harder, but she had to admit she liked the feeling of his hand on her tingly skin, the contact sending a rush of warmth to her chest and head that was only made worse by the fun buzz. She knew she usually would have been going crazy with anxiety, but she actually kinda wanted him to keep his hand there.. Besides, friends could touch each other, right? She wanted to make more friends! She promised! “Y-You can keep your hand there!”

With a smile, he kept his hand there and continued his conversation with a friend, his fingers gently messaging her leg into his palm while Futaba gently shivered at the contact.

The small get together continued as if Futaba wasn’t shivering and gasping as her new friend gently massaged her leg, his hand gently sneaking up her leg until he was grabbing and groping her meaty thigh without even looking. Then, she felt another hand on her other thigh, looking to her left she saw the other man grabbing her thigh and squeezing it, smirking down at her while his other arm went around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side, filling her senses with his masculine scent, and making her spread her legs instinctively as she felt the two large hands play with her thicc, juicy thighs.

“So Futaba, you don’t seem the type to come to clubs often,” He said, getting in close to her ear while his hand hovered even closer to her core then Adam’s, clearly less reserved about groping her then his friend. “What changed your mind?”

“I-I come to clubs sometimes- Well with friends I do! We, uh, we dance a lot, so we kinda need places with music y’know?” The little redhead kinda wiggled and shuffled in place, looking shyly to the side while slightly spreading her legs even more, actually enjoying the close contact quite a bit.

“Oh wow, you didn’t mention that!” Said Adam, getting in closer on her other side, slipping his hand up her side and to her lower back. “You must be real popular when you’re out there dancing, huh?”

“I-I guess, um, m-my friend Ann is usually better at-Ah~” With a little gasp, Futaba bit her lip and threw her head to the side, trying to hold onto her sanity as she felt the man to her right slip his hand down and grab a nice, rough, firm handful of her extra meaty and jiggly ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh while he began mauling and rolling the flesh around his palm, all while the man on her left began rubbing the side of his hand firmly against the front of her shorts while grabbing her thigh, his other hand around her shoulders gently grabbing her small breast.

It felt.. Good~ Really, good~ Better then when she touched herself, and she’d done that a lot.. What, she stayed in all day, she was bound to start watching porn! She just didn’t expect to be into the really extreme stuff.. Stuff like what was happening now, stuff that was sending her burning core into an inferno that made her bite her knuckle and spread her legs for the two men to have easier access.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself~ With a body like this, I bet there isn’t a guy there who can keep their eyes off you~” The words were whispered into Futaba’s ear before the man to her left pressed his hand completely between her thighs, grabbing at her sensitive lower lips through her clothes and making her throat her head back in a small squeak.

“Yeah, why don’t you show us what kind of dances you know~? You don’t need to go far, just right here~” Futaba was losing her composure, and she even jumped in surprise when she felt the man on her left begin kissing and sucking her her neck, leading marks down her shoulder until he bit her gently enough to leave a mark, and making her press her crotch against his hand further.

“I-I don’t-Aaah~!” Futaba couldn’t think straight, her head was all fuzzy, her body was hot and needy, she could barely tell herself she needed to stop, let alone the two men filling her body and mind with pleasure so warm she felt like her mind was going numb. It was hot, her body was hot, her brain was hot, everything was so wonderfully warm she couldn’t even think straight.

“I-I need-Mmh~!” Futaba didn’t even know what she was going to say before Adam turned her head towards him and pressed his mouth against her, making her melt in pleasure before she suddenly shot up in shock and lightning pleasure. The stud to her left undid the front of her shorts and slipped his hand down her panties, gently toying with her leaking wet little cunt before pushing to fingers in, and she could feel every single second of his hand’s adventure into her inner folds.

She tried to hold onto anything, grabbing at the two men having their way with her body, but she didn’t want them to stop, she desperately didn’t want them to stop~ She felt like she was on cloud nine, she loved every second of the attention, of the feeling of being so small compared to the two massive men playing with her body. She felt one grab her wrist and lead her hand down to something warm, something throbbing and massive, and she only realized after grabbing it through his clothes that it was Adam’s massive cock. She was shocked, it was so huge, like a baseball bat, though it was probably just the warm haze over her mind that made her wonder if it’d even fit~

It was only then she remembered the other four men staring at her little show, and she couldn’t help but get even more excited at the thought of being watched. It was all so new, all too much for her to handle, and it didn’t help how the man to her left began finger fucking her little pussy, hard. She felt like she could have squirted in her shorts if she wasn’t suddenly feeling empty from Adam lifting her up and plopping her thicc, jiggly ass in his lap.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, we’re interested in what kind of dancing you’re good at,” He whispered, grabbing her by the hips and grinding up against her, his massive, throbbing cock sitting comfortably in the warm, plush valley of her plump bubble booty. “Just relax and have fun~”

Futaba just wanted to keep feeling good, she wanted to keep feeling warm, and honestly she wanted to keep feeling drop dead gorgeous from all the attention she was getting from them~ She wondered if this is how Ann felt all the time, and that it was no wonder she dressed the way she did and was a model, she felt amazing~

With a shy, lip biting smile, the adorable little redhead nodded her head, grabbed the edge of the table, and began doing what she’d seen hundreds of times before, slowly grinding and bouncing her hips against the rock hard cock lodged firmly between her cheeks, rubbing and squishing his cock with her meaty ass through his clothes, with her twin, creamy smooth, pale globes of ass rippling and wobbling like a sweet sweet cake for the man’s enjoyment.

Some of the men laughed, so whistled and catcalled, and she just smiled and blushed while looking over her shoulder at her own, tiny booty shorts covered ass sat against the bulge between her cheeks, slowly dancing with the music before she felt Adam give her a nice, solid smack across her ass, making her go a little faster on instinct. It felt so good, better then she thought it would, she honestly wanted him to do it again, to smack her ass a little harder~ She thought it would hurt, and it stung a little, but it felt so hot, so wrong in the best way~!

“Come on, you can go faster then that! Shake that ass!”

Lifting her ass more, Futaba began dancing the way An taught her in private, bouncing her ass up and down to the beat of the music, her massive cheeks jiggling with every single twerk of her wide hips till her velvety smooth mounds of ass were bouncing apart before meeting together, very lightly clapping together as she picked up the pace of her lap dance, twerking and jiggling her ass back for the man and the man sat next to him.

Futaba loved this feeling, the feeling of being the center of attention while twerking her ass, she loved the way Adam once again smacked her fat ass just to watch it jiggle, she loved knowing that monster in his pants was throbbing for her~!

She didn’t even mind that the stud on her left who she still couldn’t remember the name of smacked her ass as well, pulling out his phone and recording her twerking lapdance for his friend. She just felt so good~!

Next thing Futaba knew she was pulled out of the booth, the lights shining and the people dancing as she was dragged across the room and to the dancefloor, one arm each being pulled by two large and handsome studs she could barely remember were at her table, and she could look to her right to see that it was Adam smacking and groping her ass as she walked with them to it. Each step made her cheeks jiggle, her hips sway side to side, and she could feel the breeze across her practically naked ass as the fabric of her jean shorts rode up between her globes like a thong, and she suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her waist and pull her back against one of the men, the music playing, her ass and tits getting mauled, groped, and spanked.

It was almost a sensory overload, but she just wanted to keep dancing, keep feeling those hands on her body~! Bending at the waist, Futaba began throwing her ass back in a circle for the man pressing his crotch against her, twerking her ass to the beat of the music and losing herself to the sound, feeling her cock throb between her cheeks while she was groped and spanked from him and his friends.

She didn’t even mind being passed around by them, each one groping and playing with her body while she was passed to them for her to twerk her jiggly nerd ass on, each one bigger then the last, and she just enjoyed the feeling of their hands, and the occasional bite on her neck or shoulder, or even having a tongue shoved into her mouth~!

She just twerked her ass like.. like a slut~ She just twerked her fat, jiggly ass like a naughty slut for any guy who wanted her ass against his dick~ Her creamy cheeks rippled, wobbled, bounced, and clapped like she was just a stripper shaking it for some easy cash, but instead she just wanted to~!

Futaba was just clapping her ass on two studs at once, both pressing against one side of her ass while she threw it back when suddenly she was pulled towards the stud from earlier, the one on her left, and she felt something massive, hot, and moist slap down meatily between her cheeks, making her stop for a second, look back, and see his giant, throbbing, precum leaking cock snuggle it’s way between her cheeks for a nice warm hotdogging before she was smacked across the ass to make her keep shaking, and while she was burning red, knowing she could be caught any second, she did~ Twerking and jerking the man off with nothing but her fat, jiggly ass cheeks while he started humping and fucking her asscheeks, Futaba knew she wasn’t being herself, but she was just so warm and gooey inside, and she could barely remember her own name, she couldn’t help it~

Her massive bubble booty jiggled like jello around that throbbing cock, milking him with every move of her hips on the crowded dancefloor, making her feel like the naughtiest little whore in the building, her pale globes clapping together around that fat dick while it leaked pre between them, lubing up his own assjob while the tiny redheaded cutie continued dancing the night away~ She could see his grit teeth too, knowing she was probably making him feel so good he was about to cum, maybe, she didn’t know, but just as she was about to try even harder to make that happen she was once again grabbed by the arms and pulled deeper into the club.

On either side of her were Adam and his friends, still grabbing, still toying, but there was a different air now, a different look on their faces as she was dragged along and made out with, until she was brought to the men’s room door that the group of massive handsome men practically kicked down, the bright white light burning her eyes for all but a few seconds before she was thrown into one of the small, empty stalls, sweat dripping down her thicc, curvy body as she dropped to her knees on the dingy tiled floor, adjusting her glasses while pushing loose hair from her face.

“Wh-What’s going o-” The small redhead was abruptly cut off as the grinning men all filed into the small, hot, now steamy stall, surrounding her while she sat on her knees, leaving her at the perfect crotch height for them to look down and grin at, laughing and rubbing their cocks through their clothes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we just loved your dancing so much, we decided we needed a more private show! You can help out a few friends, right?” One of them said, she wasn’t sure which, her head was spinning, her face red, feeling so tiny and helpless in the best way possible, right up until they all started undoing their pants and fishing out their fat, sweaty, steaming hot, musky, hairy cocks and sacks, inches from her face in that tiny stall~ They laughed at her shocked expression, mouth agape and wide eyed at the 6 fat, throbbing, musky monsters, all steel hard and standing huge in front of her face, surrounding her head and filling her head with nothing but the raw, masculine smell of sweaty, steamy cocks and sacks she’d been twerking on all night~

She couldn’t even answer before the first cock was smushed against her pretty face, steaming and smudging her glasses as the sweaty, wrist thick fuckstick began thrusting and grinding against her cheek and face, the sweaty, hairy nuts of one stud pushing against her mouth and under her nose, then one against the other side of her face, and the next under her chin, another across her forehead and eyes, then one right against her lips, until she was drowning in sweaty, throbbing, musky bitchbreakers~! Futaba couldn’t breath without nearly passing out from the delicious scent filling her head, making her mind spin and swim in a sea of butterflies.. Pretty words to describe how the hairy nuts pressing under her nose made her leak like a fucking nasty slut~!

She couldn’t stop herself from huffing those cocks and nuts, rubbing her own face against all of them, glasses fogged, eyes rolled up, knuckle deep in her own squirting cunt before finally opening her pretty little cock pillow lips and sucking in one of those sweaty sets, slurping and swirling those hairy nuts around in her mouth like she was born to wash them, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her shirt in a slippery mess before she opened her mouth, let them go, and went for the next pair of even sweatier, muskier nuts, the salty taste making her mind fade for a second before she slurped so loud she was sure the people outside the restroom could hear it.

She couldn’t think of anything else but those sweaty nuts filling her head, not her friends, not the Phantom Thieves, and not even her anime she forgot to record, it was just pure, hungry, slutty, cock crazy whorishness~! And with one more set of nuts slurped and cleaned, stray pubes left behind on her glossy, plump lips and cheek, she just rolled her tongue out and began licking and lapping at any fat set of nuts pressed under her nose to huff and clean, tips of cocks slipping inside briefly to fuck her little mouth a bit before being replaced, precum and sweat flavoring her tongue before one cock finally slammed into her mouth and into the back of her throat, making her gag and choke loudly and lewdly while other cocks ground against her face and glasses. Whoever was in her throat didn’t care she’d never sucked cock before, and just wanted to get balls deep, slamming against the back of her throat before it gave way, slamming in nuts deep, slapping his sack against her chin and burying her cute little nose in his curly pubes before beginning his brutal fucking of her tight, virgin little fucksleeve throat~!

Futaba couldn’t breath half the time, and the other half was filled with sweaty, musky nuts~! He just fucked and fucked her throat until she was seeing stars, and just used it like a stress fucktoy, growling and taking out his frustrations as she drowned in all the other cocks fucking against her face~! And just as he yanked out, it was replaced just as quick, once more, even bigger, fucking her throat and forcing her nose in a mess of pubes~! Futaba couldn’t remember what day it was if you asked, just that she was a nasty, slutty little cock sucker, if the name calling and laughing of the men was anything to go by~!

And there she sat, getting throat fucked and used by every single man who wanted to try and swab her throat with his sweaty fuckstick, until finally she was grabbed by the hair and lifted up from her knees, her world still spinning and shifting as saliva dripped onto her shirt more and more, and just as she spied the grinning face of Adam, she was shoved face first against the wall, bent at the waist with her fat, jiggly, meaty fucking ass facing the men as one, she wasn’t sure who, smacked her ass, grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her tiny little booty shorts to the side along with her thong, revealing her tiny little pink virgin pucker to his fat, throbbing cock.

Futaba’s back arched a bit, raising her fat ass and standing on her toes as if begging subconsciously for that fat cock to rearrange her insides to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! For her to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! And before she knew it the man pressed his bulbous tip against her clenching little asshole, pushing and forcing it in roughly, the tip much too big, her asshole much too tiny, but he didn’t care, he just yanked her hair like a bitch handle, smacked her ass, and slammed in hard~!

“AAAAaaaaaahhhhh~!!!!” Futaba squealed in pleasure and pain at the feeling of being filled and fucked by a real cock for the first time, having always been an anal whore, she always used toys on her backdoor, but his cock was so massive, so rough and hot, she felt like she was losing her mind from one thrust~! And just as quick as he slammed in, he did it again, and again, not caring in the slightest people could hear the little nerdy bitch’s screams and squeals outside the door as he anally brutalized her balls deep, slamming in as hard and fast as he wanted to for her first time, slamming in so hard her fat ass clapped against his hips like a drum, rippling like waves as those weighty, bouncy globes squished and hugged around the base of his cock so lewdly~!

Futaba didn’t know what happened, she was supposed to be the shy nerd locked in her room, not the squealing and screaming buttslut getting fucked and used by 6 men in the public bathroom~! She moaned, and squirted, and came like a nasty slut, and she felt like one too, her entire body and view rocking and jumping back and forth as she was used and abused by a man she didn’t even know the name of~! She was so fucking full, and that fat cock hurt so good, so hot, so big~!!

“You love that don’t you stupid bitch!!” Was all she heard, growling and grunting as the entire stall wall banged and shook from how hard she was getting fucked into it, sounding like an earthquake was going off instead of a tiny redheaded nerd getting absolutely anally fucked.

“Y-YESSSS~!!! I LOVE IT~!! M-MOREE, PLEASEEEE~!!!” Futaba didn’t even remember squealing that as the man pulled her hair like a handle and slammed in balls deep one last time, busting his fat, gooey, steaming hot nut up inside her asshole, shooting jet after jet inside before yanking out and letting her fall to the floor on her knees, leaning against the wall while on all fours, asshole leaking cum.

Futaba was panting, her legs were weak and shaking, and she felt drained beyond belief, like she was about to have one of her battery drained episodes again, and just as she was about to get up, she was once again grabbed by the hair and dragged to the toilet in the stall, thrown onto it, with her ass raised up, and her chest pressed against the water tank, right before she felt another smack against her ass and felt an even bigger cock pressed against her sore, leaky little hole.

“We’re not done with you yet fucking slut!!”

“AAAAAAaaaAAAAHHHHH~!!!” Futaba felt an even thicker, bigger, harder cock slam into her asshole with the strength of a freight train, must have been one of the larger guys, cause she felt like his cock was slipping her in half~!! Every thrust rocked her body against the toilet and sent her ass clapping and wobbling around his cock, his angle had his feet planted, slamming and jackhammering his cock down and into her asshole so hard she was seeing stars right from the start~!!

She couldn’t even keep her head up from the complete and brutal anal wrecking she was getting, squirting with every thrust from the monster of a man ruining her asshole like he owned her~!! And just as she was losing herself she felt the man grab the sides of her mouth, fishhooking it open and doubling his fucking anal pounding if it was even possible, tears of pleasure and pain pouring down her beautiful cheeks while he played with her lips and tongue for fun, nuts slapping her ass while she heard and saw camera flashes from behind her.

“Say it!! Say you want this fucking cum you stupid little slut!!” The man angrily slammed his cock in over and over like he wanted her to fucking pass out, so hard the entire toilet was shaking and rattling.

“I WANTSH YOU CUM SHIR~!!! PLEASH GIVE ME YOU CUM~!!!” Futaba just wanted that thick, warm, bubbly gooey feeling in her asshole, it felt so good after being used like a fucking slut, so hard and fast by the man above her she was crying, eyes rolled up in pleasure, tongue hanging out before he finally slammed nuts deep and blew his load, panting her asshole even whiter then it already was before yanking his cock out and giving her another slap across her fat ass for the hell of it.

Futaba was so far gone, she couldn’t even answer a question she couldn’t hear from one of the laughing men behind her, flashes and cameras going off while someone spread her asscheeks wide, cum leaking out of her gaping hole and onto the floor in a small puddle.

She was too limp to fight someone flipping her over onto her back on the toilet, not that she would have mind you, but she felt her legs get lifted up and someone bite her thicc, juicy thigh hard enough to leave a mark before she felt him slide up between her legs, and felt him fold her in half, her knees against her shoulders.

She wasn’t ready to feel the biggest cock of the bunch press against her gaping hole from above, the man’s massive, muscular body hovering above hers before suddenly, roughly, brutally slamming nuts deep in one single go, her eyes shooting wide as she was suddenly and roughly put in the hardest mating press she’d even seen, let alone feel.

“HNNNNNNNGGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII~!!!” Her voice was horse and scratchy from all the screaming and squealing, but she couldn’t not scream from being split open by a wrist thick fucking pillar of meat reaching so far in her asshole she could barely breath~!! It fucking felt so good~!! She was sore, it stung, it burned, it felt so good she was squealing louder then ever before as the man piledrived his cock in like a steam piston, so hard she could barely believe she was awake~!! Each thrust was so hard she could only stretch her toes out, clenching her little asshole tight and holding onto him to keep her sanity~!!

He was silent, but growling, using her like a fucking little doll while he picked up the pace, faster, and faster, and faster until his hips were like a blur, at least to her, and she could hear her own asscheeks clapping against his nuts~!! He was like a wild fucking animal, and Futaba let the drool and tears flow~!! She must have looked like such a fucking whore, gaping and being fucked in the men’s bathroom, dressed like a dirty little slut~!!

“PLEASH~!!! DADDY~!! FUCKK MY BUTTHOLE DADDY~!!!” She didn’t even realize what she was saying until he fucked her as hard as he possibly could, his muscles straining as he slammed down balls deep so hard and fast he was groaning and yelling his own profanities, hugging her close while his massive, steel hard cock fit her to his perfect shape. Until finally, he too slammed balls deep inside her asshole and dumped his load in their new, cute little cumdumpster.

“HNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHGGGGYYYYYYEEEEESSS~!!!” Was all the little redhead could say as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in as deep as he could go, filling her to the brim with so much cum it squirted out around his cock and onto his nuts, just for him to yank out his cock and shoot lines of smelly, stringy nut from her asshole all the way up to her face and across her hanging tongue and glasses.

Futaba let her legs fall down, as she was damn near unconscious, more camera flashes and laughing came around her as she was slipping into a dark, lovely void..

Just for another man to grab her and pick her up, hooking his arms under her legs for a full anal nelson..

Futaba knew she should have brought a Goho.M..

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buublepup · 4 years ago

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Teamwork

A/N: I wrote this super impulsively for @cupcake-spice13 for her promt hehe!

Summary: Izuku is being cocky about winning game night mutple times and his friends and having none of it.

Word count: 743

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“Ok THAT was not fair.” Uraraka huffed after Izuku won Sorry for the fith time that night.

“Haha I told you I’m the best at board games!!” Izuku smiled smugly.

“Your like the worst at board games, you just got lucky!! Ribbit!” Tsu kicked the board glaring directly at Izuku.

“That wasn’t very sportsmen-like Tsu~!! You guys are such bad losers hehe!!” Izuku said matter of factly. The girls were about to snap back when Tenya interrupted.

“Hey how about we play a teamwork game where we ALL win? Hmm? Sounds fun right?” He nudged Todoroki who agreed.

“Nah see then we’ll all definitely lose cause you guys ~can’t play board games~!” Izuku sang.

“Midorya your being a bit like Bakugo when he wins game night.” Todoroki threw a game peice at him. Izuku was about to throw one back when Uraraka started talking.

“HEY I just got a GREAT idea for a teamwork game!!” She poped up and pulled her friends closer. Except Deku.

“Heeey I wanna play!!” He whined and tried to hear what his friends were whispering.

“Oh you can.” Todoroki reassured.

“We’re just not gonna tell you the rules so uh it’s harder!!” Uraraka giggled. “Because your SoooooOOO much better than us!!” They all giggled.

“Oh ok then!! I like challenges!!” He smiled smugly.

After like 5 minutes they moved back over with him.

“Okay ready to play Deku?” Tsu said, trying to giggle. They were all smiling except Todoroki who had a very small smirk on.

“Yea!! Can I have like some rules so I know how to play?” He asked and they all smiled more.

“Stay still~!”

“...what?”

Izuku squeaked when Tenya grabbed his arms and held them over his head. “H-hey what are you doing!!??”

“Playing a game.” Todoroki responded scooting closer. Izuku whined when they all got closer.

“Tsu get his feet!!!” Uraraka giggled and Izuku squeaked, pulling his feet to his chest and squrming after realizing what was happening.

“Eek!! G-guys n-no!! I don’t wanna play!!! C-cant we just talk???” He rammbled.

“Maybe if you weren’t so cocky when we were playing games!!” Todoroki said and straddled him, scratching at his knees, cause if Izuku’s legs to shoot down for Tsu to sit on.

“NuuHUHUHEHEHEHE!!!” Izuku gasped when Tenya, who he forgot was there, suddenly dug into his underarms.

“Haha Tenya we were gonna count down!!” Uraraka giggled staring to squeeze at his knees and thighs. Followed by Tsu and Todoroki.

Absolute torture.

That is what Izuku thought as his four friends tickled him literally everywhere and teasing him.

“Pffffft deku do you like this~ you must why else would you have been so cocky?” Uraraka teased finding a spot above his knees that made him scream.

“Midorya picked up Bakugou’s behavior. We’re tickling it out of you!!” Todoroki giggled at Izuku’s reaction after pressing his cold fingers all around his tummy.

“NHOHOHO G-GUHAHAHYS SOWHEHEHEHE-*snort*”

They all awwwd at that. Talking about how cute he was amongst each other, completely ignoring Izuku’s snorty pleads.

It was when Tenya AND todoroki went to scratch and poke at his underarms at the same time that he lost his shit. (Like he wasn’t before lol)

“NAAAAHAHAHAHHAHANONONONONONONONOTTHEHEHEAHAHAH!!” He squealed and shook around, blushing like no tomorrow when the two boys giggled down at him evilly and continued the torture.

Soon after he went limp and excepted he was screwed. To the fours delight.

“Awww deku can’t take it anymore!!! I bet that tickles so bad!!” Uraraka cooed.

“Karmas a bitch.” Todoroki giggled.

“He hasn’t said sorry yet, maybe he likes it!!” Tenya made him squeal as he pressed into the bottom of his underarms.

“Do you like this midorya?” Todoroki asked. Izuku tried to respond but Tsu kept messing with his toes every time he tried to talk so he just nodded no.

“Lies!!” They all chanted at the same time making Izuku laughter more.

“AHAHAHAEHEHE SORRYYYY!!” He squealed when he finally couldn’t handle it any more. They all giggled but didn’t stop for a couple more minutes just to punish him more.

They finally stoped and Izuku panted in Tenyas arms who was holding him up.

“Whops sorry deku looks like you lost that one!!” Tsu giggled, patting his head.

“That was s-so meaaaan!!!” Izuku whined to witch they all giggled and took turns poking his sides while Tenya held him up just to warn him.

Izuku never braged about winning game night ever again.

#tickling #tickle fic #mha tickle #mha izuku #mha shoto #mha deku #mha uraraka #mha tenya #mha tsuyu #tickle community #tickle #dekusquad #gang tickling #ticklish!izuku #lee!izuku #todoroki #izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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seven minutes in heaven with noya, bokuto, kenma and kuroo?

a/n: yes! more haikyuu!! i’m trying to get my requests done, i apologize if your requests don’t get written, i’ve been working a lot and i’m going to be opening up requests soon!

headcanon: 7 minutes in heaven

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (h/c) - hair color / (e/c) - eye color

warnings: swearing, fluff, cliches bc im a /sucker/ for that shit

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yu nishinoya

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The game’s idea was totally Tanaka and Nishinoya’s idea. 110%.

However, Tanaka had rigged the game for his friend, knowing just how much he liked you and wanted to get put in that closet with you.

So when your name was called right after Nishinoya’s, he was so happy, he was dragging you into that closet and when the door shut, it was on.

You liked Nishinoya too, for the record you always have, but you felt like out of every girl he’d fawned over, you were the least likely to be chosen, but boy oh boy were you wrong.

“So, seven minutes in heaven.” You break the silence by whispering, not knowing who’s ears are listening from outside.

“It’s a relief it’s with you. I’m pretty sure Kiyoko would’ve refused.” Nishinoya’s chipper tone was music to your ears.

“Do you like her?” You asked, biting your lip in worry.

“She’s pretty, but I like someone else.” Noya smiled in the dim lighting peeking in from the cracks in the door frame.

“Oh.” You mumbled. Deciding that this seven minutes in heaven was just going to be sitting in the dark, you got comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Noya questioned, scooting closer to you, his face a few inches away from yours.

“W-what are you doing?” You repeat his question, worried this girl he likes is going to find out he’s messing around with you.

“I’m about to kiss you duh.” Noya smiles and closes his eyes. Your face is hot and it feels like your heart is about to beat right out of your chest.

When his lips press to yours, it’s like a dream come true. It feels so right, but you can’t help but feel like it’s all wrong at the same time. Why was he kissing you? What about this other girl- unless...

Not wanting to think of anything other than Noya’s lips on your own, you move your arms to rest on his shoulders, pulling him into you.

He’s a great kisser surprisingly.

When he pulls away, you can’t see the big grin on his lips. He’s so ecstatic.

“Why did you kiss me, what about that girl-”

“It’s you!” Noya tackles you with a hug, shaking your shoulders as you realize what he’s said.

You smile and kiss him this time, pulling him into you as you begin to makeout with each other.

Your makeout is disrupted by the door opening. It doesn’t even feel like seven minutes had gone by. But Tanaka’s proud expression says it all.

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kotaro bokuto

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Akaashi is not super on board with the idea, but since he’s there, he’s gonna support Bokuto.

Speaking of which, Bokuto is super excited.

He really wants to go with you, but when the bottle lands on the girl beside you, the two of you look super bummed out.

Akaashi is quick to notice this, and so, being the good friend he is, he walks over and taps on the girl’s shoulder.

He makes up some story that causes her to speed out of there, leaving the bottle pointing ever so slightly in your direction.

“Next player I guess?” Bokuto smiles as he looks at you. You nod and stand, walking with him to the closet.

It’s quiet for the first thirty seconds but Bokuto is quick to put an end to that.

“Guess things turned out alright for us in the end!” Bokuto laughed quietly, his hand reaching out to feel for you.

“That’s your shoulder right-”

“Yeah.” You laugh, your cheeks burning as he pulls you closer to him. You inch his way and feel your heart beginning to beat faster the closer you get to him.

“Nothing really happened that made that girl leave, did it?” You ask innocently.

“It was whatever Akaashi made up.” Bokuto’s arms pull you into his lap. It’s a little uncomfortable until you get situated against him, resting into him.

“Is this the part where we kiss?” Bokuto asks cheekily. You feel your breath hitch in your throat at his question.

“I’m not opposed to it.” You whisper, turning your head to look at him.

His lips press to yours, and it’s history from there on out. He doesn’t stop kissing you until that door opens again.

He’s hugging you close and kissing you where ever he can, your lips, your cheeks, your neck and jawline, he’s peppering them everywhere.

Akaashi stares at the two of you when the door opens, light flooding over the two of you on the floor, lazily making out.

“Times up.” Akaashi states, shutting the door to hide you two kissing. Deep down Akaashi is happy for the two of you, it’s about damn time Bokuto made a move.

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kenma kozume

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Kenma’s not really a party games type of guy unless we’re talking Mario Party for the Nintendo DS.

So he’s not super thrilled at the idea of seven minutes in heaven, but when it comes to it, he’s trudging away into the closet before the bottle even stops spinning.

The element of surprise of who walks in next determines if he stays or not.

Which, there’s only one person on the list of people sitting where the bottle spins.

You, of course.

“Looks like it’s me.” You say softly, standing and walking over to the closet. Kuroo is smiling evilly, like he’d set it up just for you to win.

And as soon as that door opens and you take a half a step inside, its shut behind you, forcing you forward, tripping over Kenma who’s sitting on the ground.

“Sorry!” You whisper-yell, colliding with the ground, thankful for the soft carpet in the closet.

“Are you alright?” Kenma’s voice is quiet, but his face is concerned, and illuminated by the light of his handheld console.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You smile, sitting up. You’re awkwardly lying in Kenma’s lap, but he allows you to sit up and get comfortable.

There’s not much space so you’re only seat besides standing is in Kenma’s lap.

“Is this okay?” You question, resting in his lap as your eyes peek onto his screen, watching him play a game.

“Yeah.” Kenma replies coolly, his eyes flicking from the screen to your lips.

Moving his console, he connects his lips to yours in a burst of confidence, kissing you gently, savoring every second.

Pulling away, he returns to holding his console in front of him.

“W-why you do that?” You stutter, confused.

“I wanted to. I can do it again too.” Kenma replies, defeating an enemy in his game.

“I’d like that.” You blush, forgetting he can see your face from the light of his screen.

“You’re cute.” Kenma states, leaning over and giving you another kiss.

Kuroo expected to see you and Kenma making out, but when the door was pulled back, it was quite the opposite. You were watching him play a game.

Kenma was going to kiss you more, but he wasn’t going to let Kuroo catch him.

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tetsuro kuroo

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This fool.

This absolute buffoon.

He’s smirking while the bottle spins, his eyes are glued onto you. It’s so obvious, it hurts.

You don’t care, you’re betting everything you have that he has practiced the perfect momentum and effort needed for this bottle to land perfectly on you.

And it does.

Kenma watched him spin a bottle for five hours the day before.

When Kuroo pulls you into the closet, he’s pulling you into him, sitting down across from you, with your legs pulled up and touching one another.

It’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s not the thing on your mind.

“So here we are, in this closet, all alone.” Kuroo starts, his hands resting over your knees.

“Here we are.” You repeat, a smile on your lips.

“What ever are we going to do in here, for seven minutes?” Kuroo teases. He’s touching you, not trying to do anything dirty, but his touches are definitely teasing you.

Oh and the growing tension as his breath fans ever so lightly over you lips as your head rests over your arms, resting over your knees. Kuroo’s hands have moved by then and he’s playing with your hair.

His face inches closer to your own, and just when you feel like it’ll never happen, his lips plaster onto yours.

It’s hot, and sweet at the same time. He’s gentle, but cheeky as fuck and biting on your bottom lip, almost begging you for more.

But when he pulls away, the door opens.

He’d timed it all, wasting all the time he had for one hot and steamy kiss.

You better believe Kenma catches the two of you making out behind some corner, up against the wall, confirming your new relationship.

Kuroo’s plan of teasing you until the last second had worked.

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