#as someone who sleeps w stuffed animals .. sigh

[o4i0n]

choso seems like the type to care for your plushies in the same way you do. like he’d make sure he wouldn’t accidentally squish them when he lies down on your bed, or that they’d always be laying on your pillows all nice and proper.

there are times that when you call him, you bring your plushie to the camera so that it would be the first thing he sees when he picks up. and every time, without fail, he goes soft at the sight, calling it by their name before asking them where their mom is, which is your cue to take over the conversation.

you joke that he sees your stuffed animals as your kids, but he pretty much considers them your babies ♡

[theblueseassoul]

“Home.”

Home - where the people are that you love the most.

Xavier x reader

Love and deepspace fan fiction

No warnings

No use of Y/n. Gender neutral reader. read in the second person. Established relationship. Shorter fan fiction, it’s midnight and I am tired. Enjoy

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. “ my shooting star. “

If someone asked you where home was, it wouldn’t be a place. Sure, your apartment was your home, you lived there, but when you said you wanted to go home you usually meant you were going to go see Xavier. He had been your home before you even realized it, but you would never complain because he was perfect. Sleepy all the time- but perfect.

You stand in a bar with your co workers, Tara sipping her fruity drink and glancing over at you. She grinned “you’re getting that look again.” She nudged your shoulder as you sipped your drink of choice. You blinked a few times and glanced over, raising a brow. She grinned even wider “you’re getting all mopey.” She poked your cheek.

You laughed softly at your drunk friend, gently pushing her finger away and trying to remember how much she had to drink. You sipped your drink and sighed “I’m not mopey. I just want to go home.” You explained vaguely. This resulted in even more giggling as she finished off her bright orange and red drink.

“You miss blondie.” She stated and motioned to your phone “ask him to pick you up! I’m.. going to stay here a while longer.” You shook your head and stood, pushing away her glass and putting the cash for your drinks and snacks on the bar counter for the barkeep, who nodded in acknowledgment before you spoke to Tara.

“No, sweets you are not. I’ll call you a cab, okay?” You told her, pulling her up from her chair. She agreed, she wasn’t a very fight-y drunk. The pair of you waved to the other hunters before stepping outside while you called a taxi for Tara. She melted into you, almost knocking you off balance as she babbled on about nonsense. Some of it seemed sentimental and some of it was words you swore she made up. When the cab got there, you helped her into the car and made sure she was all set and comfortable before bidding her goodbye.

“Byee!!!!” She smiled sweetly, waving as you shut the door. You imagine she waved back at you through the back window until the car turned a corner, or until you were just too far away to make out. Then, your phone buzzed. You glanced down at it, clicking into the notification.

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: where are u?

You’d smile at the little sleeping bunny icon you put next to his contact name, but replied swiftly after it displayed read, because you didn’t want to make him worried by not replying. You’d done that before and he had tracked you down like a police dog.

You: just finished up with a little team dinner. Tara got drunk, sent her home w/ a taxi

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: ohhh

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: do u wanna walk home tgt? I’m nearby

You: Please!! We can sleep together at the house

Xavier꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ: See you soon

You didn’t wait long. Xavier always seemed to be close by, it weirded you out at first but now it was almost comforting to think he was only a few steps away. You walked hand in hand, the feeling of loneliness in your chest now replaced with content. You didn’t have any fancy words for it, you just felt happy. You two didn’t share a home but he spent so much time over at your apartment he practically lived there, but the same goes for you at his. Since you felt too lazy to go up just one floor, you ended up staying in his apartment. You changed into comfortable clothes you left in the dresser in xaviers room, which also was.. yours at this point. You even left some of your stuffed animals here, and a few things like a brush, work papers, your books even sat in the corner of the room on the desk next to his laptop.

Xavier gently knocked on the door, “can I come in?” He asked, sleepiness always evident in his voice. It was almost cute.

“Come on in.” You replied, standing at the mirror in the bathroom that was in his room, touching up your hair and making sure you didn’t smell of alcohol. You heard him shuffle in, and saw him come up behind you in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m tired.” He complained, coming out as a mumble against your skins. You hummed in response and glanced at him, placing a hand over his firmly resting against your abdomen. He pulled you to the bed slowly but surely, and you had to stretch to turn off the bathroom light before it was out of reach. Xavier wasted no time at all, flicking off the bedroom light and pulling you down onto his large bed. You shifted, now facing him as he tangled his limbs with yours, already preparing to sleep. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath softly brushing against your neck as he held you tight. There was a long silence before you said,

“I missed you.” You almost whispered to him as you played with his hair. His fidgeting with your shirt paused, and he moved to look into your eyes.

They looked like a puppies. “Mm. Really?” He asked, a lazy, sweet smile resting over his lips. You nodded and he leaned in, nuzzling your noses together. ‘Bunny kisses’ you called them. It was a thing you two did, ‘your thing.’ “ ‘missed you too.” He whispered back, pressing a kiss to your lips. Kisses with him were never quick. There was never one. He pulled away but would kiss you again, and again, and again until he decided he had enough. Finally, he would kiss you a little longer this time, squeezing you close. It was gentle, always so soft and careful, however he kissed you as if he needed it like he needed air. When he pulled away, he looked so happy with himself, returning to the crook of your neck.

This warmth, the smell of lavender on the pillows, the familiar feeling of his slow deep breaths, the sound of the curtains being pushed by a gentle breeze, the feeling of now was home. This was where you belonged, you thought. Here in his arms, muttering soft sweet words to each other until you fell asleep. You leaned your head against his, curling around him slightly and tried to burn it into your mind. You needed to remember these little moments. They were your favorite.

[sta7z]

“Meanie!” Nancy x Little!Reader (featuring the fruity four)

Warnings ig?: Y/N being a menace to society. Nancy being strict. Fruity four 🤩🤩 mentions of time out and spankings. Uhhh homosexuals.

🦋:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ Butterfly :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ🦋

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． ｡･ﾟﾟ･　　 ･ﾟﾟ･｡. Meanie >:[.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

It was just You, Robin, and Eddie. The three of you were watching the Care Bears, Eddie fell asleep and Robin was halfway passed out. You decided to grab the remote and change the channel. Killer Klowns From Outer Space was on! Yes! Nancy and Steve both agreed on no horror movies when you’re little, but you had seen this one before. You knew it was nothing but animatronics and special effects.

You continued watching the movie, in absolute awe and terror. You watched as one of the clowns put on a puppet show, and then… ZAP! You squealed as the man was wrapped in a cocoon of cotton candy. Eddie and Robin stayed fast asleep on the couch. You decided you wanted to make a drawing, you grabbed your crayons and started rummaging around for paper. Until the idea struck you! There was this boring wall in the corner, in your least favorite color, a nice drawing would look great there!

The movie continued on as you scribbled away on your newly found canvas. You heard keys jingling in the door, you hurried up and put your stuffed animals, that were once sprawled along the floor, lined up the against the wall. Nancy walked in along with Steve. “Hey baby!! Can you come help us put up the-“ The high pitched laughter of the Killer Klowns was really really loud. You rushed to change the channel but by then Nancy was behind you. Crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “What is this?” Nancy asked, her tone stern. “I- I um. It’s just… Eddie an Robin said I could wach its!” You whined pointing at the two who were somehow still asleep.

Nancy shook her head. “Butterfly, just tell the truth and you’ll be in a lot less trouble.” You looked down at your feet and shrugged. Steve came into the room and huffed, “Thanks soooo much for the help with the groceries guys, so much teamwork!” He sat down next to Eddie and gave him a gentle kiss on the head. He tilted his head at my anxious expression “what’s the matter little bear?” Nancy turned to him and said “Someone here is watching a horror movie, which is against the rules, and is trying to blame the sleeping beauties.” Steve took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, “Teddy Bear, tell the truth. I doubt either of us wants to deal with Nancy’s fussing all day long.”

You opened your mouth to explain until Nancy turned her head to the pile of stuffed animals in front of the wall. And your crayons stuffed into the box sitting on the floor beside them. “W-wait d-don’t wook! Mama don’t wook!” You tugged on her sleeve. Nancy sighed and moved the stuffed animals out of the way, she saw your drawing and took a deep breath. “Y/N,” god. Your name. Shivers went down your spine. “You’re going to clean all of this up do you understand me? And if it doesn’t scrub out you’re repainting the entire wall” Tears started welling up in your eyes “Nuh,uh I don’t want any of that, you know not to draw on the walls. Me and Steve just got you new coloring books and sketchbooks. We told you we would before we went to the store!” Nancy scolded. You looked down at the ground and mumbled a “Yes mama”.

Nancy went upstairs, as Steve scolded Eddie and Robin for falling asleep while watching you and filled them in on what happened. “Jeez, she really wouldn’t make them paint the whole wall… right?” Robin murmured. “With how upset she is, probably.” Eddie interjected. “Shouldn’t we go help? I feel kinda bad… we were supposed to be watching her.” Robin said getting up, Steve pushed her back down and said “I want too aswell but you know how serious Nancy is about punishments-“ The three shuddered, “yeah-“

You finished wiping away the rest of the crayon marks off the wall “M-mommy I done.” Steve came over the inspect the wall. “Good job teddy bear! I’ll go get mama okay?” You hesitated for a moment then nodded. Nancy walked over to you and gave you a big hug, “you know I love you right?” You nodded. “I still need to punish you, you know that Butterfly.” “B-but I cweened up!” Nancy gave you a loving look “I know but not only did you watch a big girl movie without permission you also lied about it. Twice.”

“You’re lucky you were able to get your drawing off the wall, if not you’d be over my lap right now.” Robin chuckled from the side of the room, earning a ‘You’re next’ look from Nancy. “Now as for your punishment, you’re going to write ‘I will follow the rules’ and ‘I will not lie’ on a peice of paper 20 times each.” You stomped your foot and whined “No mama! Not lines! I learned my wesson, I be good!” Nancy tilted her head and cupped your cheeks. “I know butterfly, but I, well, Steve has been letting you off the hook a lot lately. So you do your lines and no more TV for a week.” You pouted and mumbled “you’re mean…” under your breath. “Do you want a time out too?” Shocked that Nancy heard you, you uttered an apology and grabbed your pencil and paper to start writing.

A/N WHY WAS THIS SO LONG???? I wrote this while procrastinating on homework so there are probs so many Grammatical errors-

[jujutsubabe]

Sleepover w Itadori

Itadori invited you to sleepover, but it’s awkward and you two just. Cannot cuddle cause it’s so awkward.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: I couldn’t go to bed until I wrote this, so it’s not proof read🙄 I’m having Itadori brain rot. I will see you all in the afternoon, gooday.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah,” there was a shuffle, you wiggling around until the blanket covered just over your feet and wrapped around your arms. “It’s warm.”

“Do you want me to turn on the air?” He sat up, one leg out the bed and with every intention to hop out at your word.

He looked so worried, he was fidgeting under the covers and wouldn’t wrap an arm around you. It was like laying next to a shaking chiwawa.

You pushed him back into his pillow, kissing his shoulder. “I’m fine, relax.” You smoothed his hair out his face, trying to erase the crease between his brows.

He glanced over at you, still not giving into your touch, almost restraining himself from relaxing all the way. He turned his head back to the ceiling with a shaky sigh.

“Okay.” He tried to loosen his body with a breath, but it seemed as though he was only getting stiffer with each one.

His hands, arms, and legs were nowhere on you. He barely glanced at you the whole time you got into the bed. Respectable? Yes. You appreciated the gesture.

But was this how you wanted to spend your first night with your boyfriend...? Not really.

You were surprised he didn’t hop on you and slobber you down with kisses, or pull you into a deep suffocating hug the second you laid down.

Your expectations sat in the back of the room, awkwardly seeing its way out. It didn’t look like he would be cuddling, much less looking at you anytime soon.

A quiet silence passed by, but it felt so awkward. The both of you on the verge to say something.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked this time.

“Y-yeah.” He gulped down, and if you didn’t know any better you were sure sweat was pouring off of him.

He was a horrible liar. You quirked a brow, giving him a once over that he noticed at the corner of his eye.

“Are you sure? You look...” you gestured to his demeanor, “A little stiff.”

He coughed out a laugh, “No no I’m fine! This is fine.”

He turned his body away from you, his back now facing you, “Goodnight!”

He practically curled away from you, and you didn’t feel such a large yearning towards your boyfriend until now. He was right there, but he only flinched away from your touch, giving you a nervous smile every time, how could someone be so close and so far at the same time?

You knew he was nervous about messing up your first sleepover together, but this felt excessive. He didn’t need to hold himself back from you this hard, it looked like it pained him to not surrender to his wants.

It hurt you too, it made you feel weird having him reject everything you initiated. Was it something more than this first sleepover? Did he feel uncomfortable around you or something?

You shook your head before you could ponder on any longer, if you continued to think you would definitely start getting insecure.

You tapped his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his spot to turn to you, his eyes wide open, making you think he wasn’t even trying on sleeping.

“Is everything okay?” He sounded breathless, like he ran a marathon, “Did you need some water?”

You smiled down at him, extra careful with the tone of your voice. “Yuuji, I’m fine. I just wanted you to face me.” Your hand grazed under his chin until his face was next to yours.

“I’ve been wanting to see you all night my love.” You kissed his nose and his face lit up.

If his heart were to burst into a million pieces at any moment it would be now. Sirens played and his mind played images of exploding fireworks over and over, he internally screamed at Sukuna to keep quiet as he laughed at the poor boy.

Itadori’s heart was in your hands, you were always so careful with him, always so patient, even when he freaked out over the smallest things you would be there for him.

This whole night you didn’t get mad at him once for being so nervous. He had a hundred apologies welled up in his chest for even thinking about facing the other direction, he didn’t mean to make you feel awkward with him, this was literally so embarrassing, Sukuna was going to make fun of him forever.

Who does that, when someone you love is laying next to you in the bed, who turns around to face the wall?

The longer he stared into your worried eyes, felt your hands graze over his cheek, the more guilty he felt. He didn’t mean to move away whenever you touched him, he just couldn’t handle the way it made him feel.

His heart was all bouncy and his throat just about closed up whenever you touched him. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all, he wanted to restrain himself from doing something dumb, but he didn’t know you were waiting to see his face all night.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, relaxing his hand on top of yours. His thumb running along the back of your hand as you squished his cheek.“I lied. I mean, I am kind of nervous.”

“I could tell.” You scooted closer and he could feel sweat raining down his hands. How were you so calm about this? “What has you so nervous?”

Maybe the fact that you were in his bed.

Or maybe the fact that you were in his bed and holding his face.

Or maybe the fact that you were in his bed, holding his face, mixing his scent onto your clothes, while looking really comfortable in his blanket, while also keeping calm with the very close proximity of your faces to each other.

“You. Or um, making you uncomfortable? I want you to feel safe around me. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hold me or kiss me or something.”

He blushed by the end of that sentence, his skin hot and nearly about to melt off as he looked at your eyes for some kind of reaction. Being open was such an awkward feeling.

“Oh, well I feel safe around you.” You pulled yourself into his chest, arms wrapped around him “I just want to be close to you.”

He nearly fainted. His mouth propped open as you snuggled yourself into his chest, his heart beat so loudly he just knew you could hear it. It felt like his body was out to betray him, his mouth decided to go dry and his hands wanted to be clammy.

You were giving him so many butterflies, he couldn’t help the excitement that ran through his arms. He never loved someone so much, not until he felt the way you melded perfectly into his arms.

You grinned, tightening your arms around him, and he finally relaxed under your touch. Fixing himself into your form, and squeezing onto you like a kid who just got their first stuffed animal.

He kissed the top of your head, multiple times as this feeling coursed through his whole body, with his heart pumping so fast, he couldn’t tell what the pattern even was anymore.

You felt right on him. Your arms and legs wrapped around him felt loose and secure, his hold on you only tightening whenever you did so as well.

Your legs all tangled underneath the covers, Itadori’s warm body surrounding you, and the firm grip he had on your body was just how you wanted to end the night.

You propped your head up once more to kiss his neck. “Goodnight.”

He smiled down, pulling your face up to kiss you on the lips, now giving you a proper and well timed “Goodnight” back.

[heythere-mel]

Sleepless

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Your niece comes over to spend the night, as your thoughts of you and Frankie being parents come to the surface.

W/C: 1.3K+

Warnings: none really. This is fluff af, with just a quick euphemism to spice. Tío Frankie being adorable comes with his own warning.

A/N: hey y’all, I’m back on my soft Frankie bullshit (did I ever really leave tho?) with another quick oneshot purely based on my niece staying over with me and her bed hogging ways. Thanks once again to @icanbeyourjedi for literally going back and forth with me over all the soft Frankie thoughts, especially this one that hit me at 6AM today. Also sorry if this is formatted terribly again, literally done on my phone, hahaha. Please enjoy 🥰

The last Saturdays of the month were always reserved for you and your niece to have sleepovers. She loved going over to your place because you were quote “the fun tía” always allowing her to stay up a little later than normal, building forts in the living room, and eating all the sugary treats she couldn’t have much of back home. This didn’t change either after you and Frankie decided to move in together. He practically was a big kid at heart so he didn’t mind getting a chance to partake in the little things such as these. Plus, seeing the bond he was creating with her made you think of the future with him, and maybe even doing all of this with your own kids some day...

Frantic rings from your doorbell signaled the child’s arrival. Opening the door to greet her, “Hi ti-“ she looked passed you with eyes wide and mouth agape as she nearly trampled you when she caught sight of the massive blanket fort that had taken up the entire living room. Frankie had been up super early saying he wanted to surprise her, grabbing every spare sheet and pillow he could possibly find in your little home. From under it all, you see that familiar hat and scruffy face finally pop out of the ‘doorway.’

“Hi small fry!”

“Tío Frankie!” As she ran to him, engulfing him in a big hug.

Did she just call him tío? Had she called him that before? Frankie had been in your life for the better part of a couple years now so you didn’t feel it necessary to correct her. Your heart nearly bursts right there.

“Did you build this?!” her little mind obviously blown at the construction of it all.

“Sure did! Do you like it?”

“It’s only the coolest thing EVER!”

Frankie’s chest swelled with pride as he took her little hand into his, leading her inside to give the grand tour.

The night went off without a hitch. You had ordered her favorite pizza, had all the ice cream with extra toppings, (Frankie couldn’t decide what to get so grabbed all the candy toppings possible because she “had to have options.”) and you were now settling in to watch her favorite movie, The Princess and the Frog, snuggled with her and about 10 of her favorite plushies in tow, the Baby Yoda plush being her new favorite.

Getting later into the night you and Frankie were trying to see how the both of you would fit into this fort to sleep alongside her, most of the room being taken up by the oversized stuffed animals.

“Tía, you and Tío Frankie don’t have to stay here with me. I am a big girl now!”

“Oh, uhhh, are you sure about that bub? We can find a way to make room.”

“Yeah! I’m 6 now! Duh!” as she stifled out a yawn.

Always the independent one. “Okay then. We’ll be right in the next room if you do decide you need us, okay?”

“Okay.” She softly murmured quietly starting to slip into sleep.

After one final check to see if she was tucked in alright and making sure to have her little night light plugged in, you start heading to your bedroom when you turn back to see Frankie bending down to give her a soft little kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “goodnight small fry.” Your heart couldn’t have been any more full at the moment.

Everything had gone smoothly, until about midnight when you felt something, or more someone tugging at your oversized tshirt. You slowly open your eyes only to bolt out of your sleep when you are met with the silhouette of your niece staring directly at you. Frankie springing up at the same time to see what was going on, instinctively starting to shield you with his body at the “threat.”

“Holy shit! I mean, shoot! You scared me bub!”

She said she couldn’t sleep and if it was alright to get into bed with the two of you. Obliging, you make room in the middle for her, making sure she was tucked in again as it took no time at all before small snores once again begin to emanate the room.

Slap! A small arm hit you directly in the face as you turn to try and move the child back over. Frankie wasn’t fairing any better as he had a small foot in his lower back. Each of you had both been relinquished to the edges of the bed clinging for dear life.

“Whose idea was it again to let her up here?” you groaned.

“She’s sleeping diagonally. How is that even comfortable?!” Frankie stated, now completely sliding out of the bed and staring down at the small girl who now overtook his half of the mattress.

“Here, let me scoot her over a bit. Maybe I can make room for the both of us.”

After a little adjusting, and even a failed attempt at trying to swaddle her to prevent future flailing limbs, you were left with a small space to share as the two of you lie on your sides facing each other, exhaustion starting to kick in.

Your leg was propped up on Frankie’s hip, trying anything to get into a comfortable position when you let out a defeated huff.

“Babe just, here let me.” Frankie taps your thigh signaling you to sit up as best you could with the child so close, as he maneuvered his way on to his back. “Okay you can lay down now.” as he pats his chest, beckoning you to him.

“Frankie, I’m not gonna put my full weight on you, you won’t be comfortable.”

“It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” cocking his eyebrow up with a playful smirk.

You huff out a short laugh as a playful “Francisco!” leaves your lips.

“Ven cariño.” as he gently pulls you to his chest.

You situate yourself wrapping your arms around his soft middle, your head falling into the crook of his neck, while his strong arms and broad shoulders encase you as you both let out a relaxed sigh at the closeness.

“This is nice.” you whisper.

“Told you.”

You bring your left hand up to play with some of the curls at the nape of his neck, him running his warm hand up and down your spine.

“Plus, I see this as great practice for when we have kids.”

You slowed the motion of your hand through his hair and slowly leaned up to face him.

“Y-you want to have children with me Frankie?”

The two of you hadn’t really had the “children” discussion yet. Having just moved in together you were taking things slowly. But knowing he was obviously having thoughts about it as well and how he had been so good with your niece, it further cemented the idea in your mind.

“Well, yeah of course.” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I mean, when the time is right and all, you know? If you’d want that.” he quickly added.

You gently lean down to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, pouring all the tender love and emotion you were feeling in that moment into it.

“I think I’d like that.” trying hard to contain your growing smile.

“Plus, I know we’d have the cutest kids ever!” he blurted out.

You buried your head into his chest with a muffled laugh, then looking back up in total agreeance.

“Oh, THE cutest!”

Your hushed laughter calmed as you go back to simply embracing each other, allowing the woes of slumber to catch up to you, finally being lulled to sleep by Frankie’s heartbeat falling into rhythm with yours and a tiny hand reaching out to touch your entwined arms, also wanting to be just as close.

[cowboywaffles]

john x arthur x m!reader

reader is in a poly relationship with arthur and john, the two want to suprise their boyfriend one night, but walk in to find out that their boyfriend still sleeps with stuffed animals. this was a request and honestly hhvfvbr, from someone who still sleeps with stuffed animals and in love w these two, ty for requesting this it made me happy to write! ^^

“so er” arthur mumbled as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “i was thinking, Y/Ns been under a lot of stress recently, I just, I don't know, think we could do something nice for him?” Arthur said, looking at his boyfriend John who stood at the entrance to his tent. 

John nodded, scratching at his stubble in thought, “i'd like that, and i'm sure he'd like that”, the smaller man paused for a moment, “like what though?”.

“I was thinking, we could spend the night with him, treat him to some breakfast in bed tomorrow morning and all when he wakes.” Arthur said, still not 100% about his ideas.

John smiled at Arthur, “well, i'll go find some flowers for him, you go get him something nice and we'll meet outside his tent later tonight, surprise him.” John said, pecking Arthur on the cheek before walking off. 

It had been 2 months since the three men decided to enter the relationship. It was Arthur's idea initially, he had gained feelings for the young man, Y/N, and his lifelong friend John marston. John was hesitant at first, denying his feelings towards the two, despite spending countless nights together, stealing kisses and exploring each other's bodies. 

Although the two men had never visited Y/Ns tent, infact, they didn't ever see anyone enter or leave apart from their boyfriend himself. He seemed hesitant to open up to his boyfriends and let them in, but surely there was a good reason. 

Arthur decided to head into valentine, he left horseshoe over look on his horse and found himself in the general store, and picked out your favourite snack that he knew you loved, and a new pair of clothes. Arthur had no idea how to be romantic, but he tried his best.

later that night, you put on your nightclothes and snuggled under your bed sheets and blankets on your bed role. you had not seen your boyfriends all day and were worried they might have been avoiding you.

with a frown, you grabbed one of your stuffed animals that was buried in your blanket, out of sight. you bought the comforting object up to your face and let out a deep sigh. before you knew it, clutching onto your stuffed animal, you fell asleep.

Arthur stood outside your tent, waiting for his other boyfriend to turn up. He tapped his foot impatiently, scanning the camp for signs of john. 

Finally, a figure approached camp, it was John, in his hand a bunch of beautiful pink and blue pale flowers tied with a yellow bow. He greeted Arthur with a hurried kiss on the lips, as he presented the flowers, proud of himself. 

“you er, telling me you didn't buy them '' Arthur chuckled, looking at the immaculate cut flowers. john frowned at his boyfriend,  “shit, think hell mind?”. Arthur rested his hand on John's shoulder and smiled, “hell love them” Arthur reassured. 

“let's go then '' Arthur said, pulling back one of the flaps of the tent. the two men peered inside seeing someone asleep on the bed roll in the corner of the tent. the two men crept in, and gazed upon their sleeping boyfriend. 

John looked at Arthur, a confused look written across his scarred face. “is that?-'' he asked, pointing to the teddy that was clutched in between his boyfriends arms as he peacefully slept. Arthur smiled slightly, seeing one of the loves of his life asleep so peacefully, he didn't seem to care about what you held onto. 

you began to stir, stretching your arms above your head as you woke. you opened your eyes and looked around, shocked to see your two boyfriends gazing at you with awe. you smiled at first, but then remembered. 

with panic, you shoved the stuffed animal under the blankets, looking guiltily at the pair. “john! arthur!.. shit” you mumbled, holding your head in your hands, your face turning red from shame.

Arthur chuckled as he sat beside you on your bed roll, reaching around you and holding you closely, “me and john bought you a lil present, darlin”. he stared at John who was holding in laughter, trying to compose himself. 

“I'm sorry,” you said, hanging your head in shame. Arthur looked confused, he put a finger to your chin and lifted your face to look you in the eyes. “It really doesn't bother me”, he grinned, reaching into the blankets and retrieving the soft toy, handing it to you as you tearfully embraced it.

John sat the other side of you, he put a hand on your knee and smiled at you, still confused and finding the fact his boyfriend still slept with stuffed animals, but he pushed that all aside. 

“me and Arthur both know how stressed you've been, thought we'd bring you something to cheer ya up, doll” john smiled, patting his boyfriend's knee. He reached behind him to retrieve the flowers from before. you wiped your eyes, smiling at John's thoughtfulness. you wrapped both arms around John, hugging him tightly. John chuckled to himself, hugging you back, he signled for Arthur to get in on the hug.

The three boyfriends all sat in bed, holding each other tight. you felt safe in your boyfriends arms, as they embraced you. you could smell Arthur’s sent, and johns, having them so close to you. you felt your eyes grow heavy, as you let out a yawn. 

“Best you two make room for two more” John smirked, looking at the stuffed animal his boyfriend held. 

you smiled at both of them, as you shuffled over. you lay in between the two men, their arms over you protecting you like two big bears. 

“I love you, Y/N” Arthur whispered, running a hand through your hair, “you too marston, i love you both so much”.

“I love you both too” John yawned, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck as he began to drift to sleep.

Arthur leant over, kissing John's forehead, before pecking you goodnight on your nose.

[yanderelovebites]

Warning: hinted DDLG, not too explicit but reader does show signs of a Little.

*This is part of a thirst book that is both Fluff and Smut. This is a fluff one with a soulmate reader from the tattoo AU. Some future ones will be connected to this.

It was a long power struggle but the villains came on top. Many heroes and heroes-in-training lost a chip. The chips were made so they could avoid their soulmate in the event their soulmate was a villain or any other type of criminal. Most heroes were executed if they didn't match up to a villain. Some that were in training were given a choice redemption based on their year and if they interacted at all with villains before. Then, there was the rest of the classes.

These children gathered were found to have been forced to, while in the school, have a temporary working chip as well. They took it out and yet again the villains checked. You were in the last class they checked. You were young so you knew if by chance you were one... they would be older than you. You trembled at the thought of some much older woman or man potentially having right over you... you were raised to believe if someone is a villain, they can't love and they will mistreat their match.

That's terrifying.

To be honest... you hope you bleed out, but it's been slow. It'll close only to reopen if people are too rough. And it was a sloppy job. You see, you were stabbed because you were the forced 'volunteer' of what would happen if any of you resisted. They said for being a such a 'good girl and helping' they'd bandage the stab wound.

You hear the door open and you and your classmates are picked up. You didn't fight it. You were only a general class so judgement wouldn't be too harsh after they realize none matched a villain. You all were put in a line alphabetically. You were no. 14. You shiver as you see them scan the soulmate tattoo on the class rep. They pulled her away to the right... she would be okay right? The left is where the... soulmates have been pulled. Over there are nurses forced to be there. It's terrifying... this whole situation. You can't really describe it...

As each person went ahead, not single before you went to the left nor were they moved forward to die by the leader in all this....

Tomura Shigaraki.

You trembled a bit as the last person before you was moved. You trembled partly in fear and partly in pain. It still hurt. The men picked you up like the last and put you on the scan. Unlike the last thirteen people, there was green flash once it scanned the back of your neck... your tattoo was a hand with spider lilies growing from the palm. You were picked up but... brought to the left..?

The left...!

You didn't see who it was. They only said the match would appear on top of the machine, but those being scanned can't see that. A nurse takes you and says she's just going to check you over because the villains were definitely rough with the others. You could only nod.

She takes your clothes off and gasps a little "W-Were you the 'example' dear?" You nod again and she tells you to lay back as she fixes this and phones the doctor. Things got hazy from there and at some point, you passed out sometime after the doctor came.

You woke again in cozy bedroom. You were on a soft, but firm, mattress with purple sheets and a black bed cover. Under it was a fluffy blanket and even more at the foot of the bed. You had pillows around you and a couple stuffies. The nurse was at your side and smiled "Nice to see you're awake dearie. Please don't move, we don't want you to reopen the wound or undo the stitches. I was checking on your monitor. I will get someone to bring in food, alright?"

You replied hoarsely "A-Alright, ma'am..." She scurried off so you can better look around, but only on your back. There's an empty cork board, a simple desk with what you can assume are notebooks and pencils. There's a stain-glass window that cant be open and you can somewhat see has bars on the other side.

The walls were a dark shade of purple and the curtains were also black like the bed cover. There were color changing lights around the ceiling and in the center of the ceiling appeared to be the main room light. There was a TV hooked to the wall with - Blue Ray and an Xbox set up. The TV was on a clothes dresser.

You waited a few more minutes and a young girl came in with eggs, toast and some juice. The helped you sit up so you wouldn't open the wound and they supervise the meal.

You get sleepy after and they help you go back to sleep. You unconsciously hugged one of the many stuffies. You loved stuffies... back with your horrible mom who only cared that you be in a dumb hero school, you had many on your bed.

You held it close and let your dreams take you. This happened repeatedly that you asked the nurse if they put stuff in your food. She said "Yes, h-he asked us to. It's to make sure you don't reopen the wound... I assure you it's just until your fully healed, then you won't need that anymore!" She nervously chuckled it off. You latched onto her sleeve.

"Ma'am, I never saw who was flashed on the machine as to who my... mate is. Do you know?" You asked her. She looks at you sadly... "Miss L/n, it's the very man responsible for our nation's hell. Tomura Shigaraki is your match," she said as you let go. She scurried away once again.

Tomura Shigaraki.

The man who broke Izuku Midoriya. (He's alive babies)

The man who disabled your mom's sperm donor... (daddy issues :3)

A man who can leave you literally in dust is your soulmate?

Someone who has killed thousands?

The man who did the executions?

The man who you felt stare at you and your peers like you're insignificant ants?

You could only hold the stuffies, now frightened once again of your unfortunate situation. The second nurse comes again and you eat swiftly again. Would you feel safe knowing the stuffies and Blankies and the pillows you hugged so close were his doing?

Heh.

The man from the security screen room wouldn't know yet. He always kept watch of you there since that day. It was maybe two weeks ago. You're his, you had no choice. He never had the choice either. He's yet to explicitly interact, afraid one slight action from either of you would destroy your fragile body. On one hand, he could get a quirk disabling room-they had one available-and force you to share with him, but that could lead to safety issues.

It would be best left as a room used when you both are ready for it.

He knew you'd enjoy the stuffies, they questioned your mother through threats. She's expected to release some of your materialistic treasures. Anything significant. He, quite amused, enjoyed watching you ask finally who you were stuck with, although didn't like the nurse's tone. You seemed scared, but Tomura knew it would be that way. It's why he spoils you. He's bound to be shitty so you might as well get something good, right?

He really didn't want to admit he liked the idea of being able to care about someone. To be able to love them without any other reason than it's what he craves.

He hopes he won't have to discipline you too much once you're fully healed...

—

Eventually, it comes to the nearing point of  your healing process, but also the fact you've grown an immunity. The drug only left you unable to move now. It was quiet. No sound and unable to open your eyes... it's like a horror film. At least you know no one would harm you... but it still scared you.

After a good while, you hear a door creak open. You hear unfamiliar footsteps. These ones are more... stealthy. The nurse's were hard and left a tapping sound once it met the floor. This seemed quiet, as if he didn't want anyone to know he or she is there. You feel the bed sink in and wish you could open your eyes.

They stroke your head with only two fingers. It felt... calming. Your body accepted his touch like second nature. You hear a rough voice say "So innocent..." They gently move hair away from your face. "I wonder how you're fairing inside that little head of yours, being confined to a bed, no freedom besides what little conversation that nurse has with you... I'd imagine its boring," the voice said to your immobile body. After some thought... the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

He strokes your head again with two fingers. "You like these don't you... the stuffed animals. You cling to them like a small child, it adorable. I'm glad you like them so much... means I didn't waste time picking a few for you after that long day of going through your entire school," the voice said. His last sentence was all you needed to know who this was without any doubt. Tomura.

"You're mine regardless," he said, twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger, you assume anyway. "When you heal, I'll make sure you understand what that means," he mutters, almost too low for you to catch. It was creepy, but comforting, knowing he's talking to you while unconscious-or at least he thinks you are.

It becomes quiet, the only thing you hear is the clock, your breathing, his too, and the fabric static from your pillow. Yet, the warmth of his fingers never stops moving. They pet you almost robotically until you hear a beep from a watch. He sighs. "I'll be back tomorrow, awake or not..." he said. You blushed in your sleep as you felt chapped lips kiss your forehead, but then they leave along with your soulmate. He's gone with a simple thud of the door closing...

All while you long for his warmth again.

[peaxhcringe]

Rocks and Stars

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Genre: Fluff (slight NSFW towards the end???), friend to lovers trope 

Warnings: N/a

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Stargazing with Kuroo

A/N: I want to thank my friend @socialxcatastrophe​ for helping me write the end when I got stuck and for proof reading this.. go read her stuff that she’s posting today because she is an amazing writer.  Enjoy this bit of cringe and bad writing As usual if there is anything wrong or messed up let me know. Enjoy!! 

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The TV echoed softly in your room, the cringy reality show playing quietly, as light filled your dark room. You  were laying on your bed, your back resting against your headboard as you held a large stuffed animal in your arms. Your eyes watching the TV screen, a bored look etched on your face as you took in the rather awkward show. It was a Friday night, and here you were watching shitty TV and cuddling with a stuffed animal, while your friends were all out practicing for a game or studying. Your eyes shifted from the TV to your black phone screen, waiting to see if it would light up with a notification. You brought a hand from your pillow to your phone, tapping on the screen to check your messages between you and your friend Kuroo, hoping maybe he had texted you. 

Your eyes blinked quickly as they adjusted to the brightness of your screen, eventually clearly seeing the white messenger and only seeing your last text to him 

Hey, do you wanna come over tonight? 🥺 

The text hadn’t been read yet, a soft groan leaving your lips as you lightly tossed your phone back onto the bed, your head laying back against the headboard with a thunk. You let your eyes close, only the soft lulling of the TV filling your senses as your body began to relax, your shoulders falling and your arms loosening their grip on the stuffed animal you held in your hands. 

thunk 

thunk

thunk

Your eyes slowly opened as a soft thunk rang out in your room. An eyebrow raising as you hear the soft sound again. 

thunk

thunk 

Sitting up, you begin to look around your room trying to find a source of the noise. You lay the stuffed animal on your bed, as you move off the mattress, a small creak filling the room. The carpet of your room is soft against your feet, as you begin to walk around trying to find a source of the now almost constant thunk. The soft light of the TV illuminates the floor, allowing you to be able to not trip over anything that might be laying in your way.

As you pass by your window another small thunk sounds, your head shoots towards the noise just in time to see a small pebble hit the glass and fall back to the ground below. Your eyebrows raise in question as you slowly step towards the glass, your hip grazing against your nightstand. Taking a deep breath you turn your gaze to the ground below, noticing a dark figure standing beneath your window. 

Your eyes widen in fear, your heart beginning to race as you notice it step closer to the house. Your eyes follow it as the porch light shines over the figure, the image of your best friend Kuroo now in your vision. Letting out a sigh, and placing your hand to your heart in relief you grip the window and push it up with a small squeak, before leaning out over the edge. 

“Kuroo what the hell?!” You yell, watching as his heads turns up towards your window, a smile stretching across his face 

“Come on! I wanna take you somewhere” He says simply, a hand waving me down 

“Kuroo do you know what time it is?” You ask, not even sure of the time yourself, although last time you checked it was around 11:30 pm 

Your eyes take a moment to glance over at the red numbers that streaked along a black digital clock that rested atop your nightstand, the numbers 12:37pm being displayed. 

“Does it matter? I wanna show you something, we don’t how much time, so hurry up” He says, waving to me once again before turning around and heading off sidewalk, probably in case my parents woke up and decided to check out who was yelling 

You rolled your eyes before closing your window, and moving to grab your phone off the bed. You think for a moment to change clothes, as you were only in your pajamas, but shaking your head as you glance at your figure in the mirror you rush out of your room and head downstairs. Quickly, you slip on some shoes before walking out, the cool autumn air hitting your skin as you walk up to Kuroo, the wind lightly blowing through his hair. 

“So what’s so important that you had to come throw rocks at my window?” You ask, following behind him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk

He smiles at you as he slightly turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you in the corner of his brown eyes. 

“Be patient kitten” He speaks slowly, a smirk etched onto his face as your face heats up  instantly from the nickname. 

Although you both weren’t dating every now and then he’d randomly use either “kitten” or “doll” when speaking to you. You weren't sure if he did it on purpose just to fluster you, but knowing Kuroo that was most likely the case, being the natural flirt that he is. Although he was a big chemistry nerd he did have his flirty moments, making sure to fluster you by calling you nicknames or even lifting his shirt up in the middle of practice letting you catch a glimpse of his rather well-built chest.  

You only had known Kuroo for around 2 years, and only just recently joined the team and helped out with being the manager. Over the years you had begun to get quite the big crush on him, you weren’t really sure why the chemicals in your brain decided that the rooster haired looking cat man had to be one of your biggest crushes, but to be honest you weren’t really complaining. 

The walk to wherever the hell he was taking you was rather silent, the two of you just enjoy one another’s company and the soft breeze of the air as it licked across the exposed skin of your arms, goosebumps slowly rising. Kuroo’s steps began to fall slower as you neared an overhang that overlooked part of the city, the bright lights of the shops and street lamps illuminated the entire area allowing the city to have an almost angelic glow. 

“Over here” Kuroo spoke softly, lightly taking your hand in his before walking to a clear patch of grass that had a couple of dandelions sprouting from the ground “Come on, sit down it’s about to start” He continued excitedly

You watch as he plops down on the grass, before taking your hand and lightly pulling you to sit next to him. The grass felt soft against your skin as you moved to where you were now sitting with your legs crossed, your hands resting softly in your lap. 

“So, what are we waiting for exactly?” You ask looking at him, still having absolutely no idea why you were here

Kuroo’s hands were placed behind him on the grass as he leaned back against them, his head tilted back as his eyes scanned the night sky. The sky was clear, allowing every star to shine brightly and for the moon to almost shine down upon you both almost like a spotlight. 

“Patience” He says softly, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment before they look back to scan the sky 

You let out a soft huff, as you tilted your own head up towards the dazzling sky, your eyes catching a couple constellations that hung brightly in against the dark background. 

“Hey,” You begin, lifting your arm and mixing Kuroo’s softly “Which constellation is that?” You ask, lifting your hand up and pointing towards the W shaped constellation with five brightly stars out lining it. 

A soft laugh leaves Kuroo’s throat as his gaze turns to your pointed finger, his body leaning closer to yours as he tries to get a better idea of where you were pointing. His warm breath blew against your arm, the goosebumps disappearing only to return as a gust of wind blew past you both. 

“I’m good a chemistry, not astronomy” Kuroo spoke with laugh, before turning to you with a smile on his face “but luckily for you I just happen to know that constellation”

You rolled your eyes as he moved to sit up straighter, his leg brushing against yours as he crossed his legs. 

“Well? What is it?” You ask, turning your head towards his, only to meet his dark brown eyes 

“Well, that constellation there is called Cassiopeia. It’s just above the Big Dipper” He explains, lifting his own hand up and pointing below the constellation to another own that was shaped like a pot “then the one next to the Big Dipper is the Little Dipper” He continued, moving his finger to the smaller looking constellation

Your eyes followed his finger, as he continued to explain the stars that displayed in front of you. You tried your best to listen as he soon enough began going on tangent, but almost everything he said seemed to go in one ear and out the other. 

“-oh and there’s the” 

“Kuroo, for someone who said they didn’t know much about constellations you seem to know a lot” You spoke with a laugh, watching as his head turned towards you 

A blush ran across his cheeks as he laughed softly, raising a hand to the back of his neck.

“My bad” He apologized, “I got a little too carried away”

Raising a hand, you softly patted his shoulder before looking back towards the sky, silencing falling upon the both of you. Your eyes begin to close as another soft gust of wind blows over you, letting goosebumps rise against your skin. Your head falls back, while you place your arms behind you so you can lean against your forearms. The soft rustling of the grass from your movements fills your ears, before everything once again falls into a comfortable silence. A yawn escapes your mouth as your tiredness begins to slowly catch up with you. 

“Tired already? What are you 60?” Kuroo laughs, noticing your sleep state 

You lazily turn your head towards him, your eyes barely opening as you speak 

“It’s almost 1 am Kuroo, I would already be asleep right now if you didn’t drag me out here” 

“Technically, you willingly tagged along so therefore this is your own fault” He corrects, a smile on his face as he lifts his hand up, motioning as he talks 

“Yeah yeah whatever” You mumbled waving him off, letting your weight rest back against your arms “Can I lay in your lap?” You ask randomly, letting your head lul to the side, your eyes closing again as you wait for his response 

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ever asked to lay in his lap, in fact you ask all the time. At a glance you wouldn’t think that his thighs were comfortable, but that’s where you would be very wrong. Somehow his thighs were the most comfortable spot to lay on, almost more comfortable than some of your pillows. 

“That tired huh?” Kuroo asks with a laugh, making sure to tease you like he does every time 

Wordlessy, you open eyes, glaring at him before he lifts a hand and places it on your shoulder 

“Come on” He says, pushing you shoulder lightly letting you know that you can lay down 

“Thank you!” You say quickly, moving your body against the grass. 

The dewy grass feels wet against your skin as you move to lay down on it, your clothes becoming slightly wet the longer your body rests against it. You lightly let your head fall against Kuroo’s thighs, one of his hands instinctively moves to your hair letting it flow against his thighs. Your face faces up towards the sky, Kuroo’s jaw slightly in your vision as he leans his head back. Silence surrounds you both again as you begin to relax against Kuroo, his calloused fingertips running through hair, lightly pulling the strands through his fingers. Your eyes scan the night sky, tracing out every little constellation in your sight. A plane flying overhead catches your eye, as the blinking red light slowly moves across the dark sky

“Where do you think those people are headed?” You ask, thinking out loud, your eyes staying locked on the moving plane 

You feel Kuroo move beneath you as he turns his head up towards the sky, his eyes catching the plane that yours were locked on. With a shrug of his shoulders he begins to speak 

“No idea, maybe to go see family” He answers, his hand still slowly pushing through your hair as he continues to speaks “or maybe to visit someone special” 

You scoff at his statement, rolling your eyes, before looking back to the sky. Your hands move to rest against your stomach, your fingers lightly playing with the cloth of your shirt.

“Well if you could travel where would you go?” You ask, turning your gaze to Kuroo’s face only to be met with the view of his jaw and his adam’s apple 

A soft blush crosses your face as you take in his appearance. Although you were only met with the half of his face you almost knew exactly what he looked like, his eyes closed and a smile on his face.  Every time he was able to drag you out at night, you both always ended up like this, with you laying in lap and his head up towards the sky, letting the wind blow against his face. 

“Not sure, I like being here. What about you?” He asks, tilting his head down, your eyes meeting

Your heart jumps as you meet, the moon somehow shining in them. Your eyes look around his face, as smiles down at you, his cheeks lightly tinted red from the cold wind. 

“I- well I’m not sure” You answer, your head moving to the side as you stare up at him

His hair gently swayed as a soft gust of wind blew past, some pieces falling gently against his forehead. Without thinking, you lifted a hand and pushed the fallen strands away, bringing it back into the mess that was Kuroo’s hair. 

“Y/n” Kuroo begins, his eyes falling to your lips before back to your eyes “Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes widen at his question, your heart instantly beginning to pound against your chest. A hot blush rushes to your face as he continues to stare down at you, his hand stopping it’s twirling of your hair, as he waits for a response. 

“I-” You begin, shocked at how out of the place the questioned seemed 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like and it wasn’t the face you didn’t want to kiss him, because damn did you want to kiss him at least once, but it was how randomly he asked. You’ve known this rooster haired man for years and you’re used to his weird questions, but this has been the first time he’s ever asked anything like this. 

Does he like me?

Why did he ask? 

What’s happening?

All these questions kept popping into your head as your eyes continued to stare into his. The stars sparkled behind him, framing him like a picture as the constellation he named ‘Cassiopeia’ had moved behind him. The moon shone down against the both of you like a spotlight as you swallowed, your mouth becoming dry. Your crush, since you were 9 just asked if he could kiss you. Were you dreaming? This was something you wished for when you were little, but now that it's actually happening you didn’t know what to do. 

“Hey, nevermind, don’t wor-” 

As he began to speak you quickly sat up, placing your soft hands against his cheeks, and looking him dead in the eye. Your eyes scanned his face, from his eyes to lips and back to his eyes again. Your tongue shot out of your mouth licking your lips as his hand placed themselves on your arms. Taking one deep breath, you lean forward, pressing your lips against rather soft ones. Just as quickly as it began you pulled away, the taste of apple lip balm resting on your lips as you licked them. Kuroo’s eyes were just as wide as yours, a part of him actually shocked that you kissed him, not that he was complaining or anything. Letting out a sigh, your move to let your hands fall from his face, only for him to pull you back into another kiss. One hand moves to his shoulder as he kisses you, the apple lip balm easily being tasted against your tongue.

“Apple huh?” You say with a laugh as he pulls away, a smile crossing your face as you watch his face heat up 

“Oh shut up” He laughed, letting his hand fall to your waist as your rolled your eyes 

You both sat there looking at one another, stars seeming to blink rhythmically against the sky. 

“Again.” Kuroo whispers, his eyes turning darker as he pulls you on top of him. 

Your flushes bright red as he takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet. 

“Please…” He continues, his eyes showing want as he looks at you 

Without a second thought you press your lips against his, your arms placing themselves on either side of his head, and onto the dewy grass. He lips press harder against yours as his hands slowly move from your face slowly down against the curve of your body before finally resting, placing themselves against the fat of your thighs, giving them a slight squeeze. 

He softly pulled away, his lips turning into a smirk, “Wow, God Y/n you bring a whole new meaning to chemistry because fuck I want this connection.”

Your eyes roll in disappointment before bringing your lips back to his, his smile engraved upon your lips. One of your hands moves from the grass to his chest, holding yourself up as your body is pressed against his. Your other hand stays cemented to the grass, gripping it just a bit as you try to deepen the kiss. 

“Kuroo…” You whisper, pulling away his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones, “ I like you” 

You watch as a smile appears over his face, a soft chuckle vibrating against your chest before he speaks “I like you too, Y/n.” Your smile back, before leaning down and putting your face in his neck, embarrassment starting to take over. Kuroo laughs again, his laugh ringing in your ear as his hands never once leave your thighs, making sure to give them a soft squeeze every now and then. 

Who would’ve thought that your Friday night would end up with you in your now boyfriend’s arms, looking up at the sparking constellations as they shone brightly against the darkened sky. Your eyes stared into his, as you sat up, your mind falling further into your thoughts as you lifted a hand to his hair, lightly pushing a couple strands away from his face. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing his head in between your neck and your shoulder, placing a soft against the skin

“You.” Your face lights up with a smile as his body chuckles against you. 

His lips move up to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, before you both look back up at the night sky. You’ve never felt happier than in this moment with Kuroo. The cool wind blowing and the soft grass pressing into your legs as your body was pressed against his.

[gio-is-writing]

Hii! I saw that your requests are open! Welcome!! uwu. I would like to request a Jotaro (part three) x reader and they’re sleeping together, jotaro is still up and see’s that is s/o is sleeping with a bunny stuffed animal 🥺

REQUEST:  Hii! I saw that your requests are open! Welcome!! uwu. I would like to request a Jotaro (part three) x reader and they’re sleeping together, jotaro is still up and see’s that is s/o is sleeping with a bunny stuffed animal 🥺

Hello! This was my first request and I almost shed a tear haha! Thank you so much for the warm welcome and requesting ♡ 

Pairing: Kujo Jotaro x fem!Reader

Summary: (Y/N)’s little secret is out and Jotaro is quite pleased 

Warnings: fluff, soft Jotaro aww

WC: 691, it’s quite short :/

LITTLE BUNNY

Walking through the dessert was exhausting to say the least and after confronting a stand like The Sun they were drained of energy. For once (Y/N) was thankful her uniform was way lighter than the others but her skin burned from the heat even after defeating said stand. A couple of camels happened to be recovering so they collected their bags and looked up at the starry sky.

“We should camp for tonight” Joseph said passing some sleeping bags around, where did they come from? He always seemed to have unexpected things under his sleeve in times of need anyway.

“Can’t believe such a powerful stand was managed with such a cheap trick!” Polnareff complained as he started to set his sleeping spot, Kakyoin not far behind agreeing with his complain. (Y/N) looked around, it’s not like they lacked of space (they were in the middle of nothingness!) but she seemed hesitant as to where to settle down.

Jotaro was a serious and quiet teenager but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any curiosity in him. He sat down against a quite big rock and watched as she fumbled into her little bag she always carried while looking around them. Even if they were pretty much alone, she always found comfort in sleeping next to something or someone, just to feel safe.

When she finally seemed to have made up her mind, she turned to Jotaro “do you mind if I sleep next to you?”

They were no strangers to each other, if anything they had an odd relationship where they knew better than to completely give in to their feelings but still cared for each other. Jotaro could help but flush at the question none the less.

“It’s just that I-“

“Yare yare, you don’t have to explain yourself” He said pulling his hat down “just get to sleep”

She sighed in relief as she set her things down and lay on her side and her back to Jotaro who stayed awake just smoking a last cigarette before finally sleeping. He noticed she pulled something out from her bag before really going to sleep.

The teenager looked around and everyone was sound asleep, he threw the end of his cigarette and got comfortable on his back. He had never seen the sky this bright with stars (mostly since the city didn’t have such open space and contamination was at fault too) and for a moment he felt at peace.

As he continued to wonder he felt movement from beside him, he turned and couldn’t help but stare. (Y/N) laid on her back still deep in her sleep but a tight hold on a stuffed bunny, was that what she took out of her bag? Did she sleep with it every night? Not like they might’ve known; she got a room for her own most of the time. Jotaro couldn’t help but almost awe at the sight, the only girl who didn’t annoy the living hell out of him was hugging a soft little bunny like her life depended on it. He would be lying if he said that wasn’t the cutest thing he had ever witnessed. Turning back to the sky he smiled and finally gave in to dream.

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In the morning with everyone back on their feet and ready to continue their journey fully refreshed (with light breakfast, courtesy of Mr. Joestar himself again) they continued on into the dessert to the next stop. (Y/N) rode one of the camels while the other carried the rest of their stuff, Jotaro walkijng right beside her.

While Kakyoin, Polnareff and Mr. Joestar held a conversation on their new destination and what they might encounter there, Jotaro looked up at the female and decided to speak up.

“That’s a cute bunny you had there” he smirked.

“W-what?” she flushed red at the comment “You saw it?”

“You sure move a lot” Jotaro continued to tease her as she got redder and redder

“Please don’t tell” she whispered while leaning down to him “I’ll never hear the end of it if they knew” and as rare as it seemed, he laughed.

“Your secret is safe with me”

[koolkat9]

In the Deep (Ch. 3)

The Gift

I didn’t get much sleep that night. Ludwig’s pained eyes and deep frown flashed behind my eyes every time I closed them, leading me to spend most of my night tossing and turning. I eventually fell into a light sleep, only to be woken a couple of hours later by Francis calling me for breakfast.

“Fuck off,” I groaned, but got up nonetheless. Despite how tired I was, it was obvious my option of restful sleep was out the window. I got dressed hastily, not even bothering to tie my hair up (at least for breakfast, I’d probably have to put it up for work, but that would be future me’s problem).

“You look terrible mon ami,” Francis tsked at breakfast. I couldn’t be bothered with anything more than a grumble and instead focused the little energy I had on eating. Today’s meal was croissants (homemade most likely) with some fruit and juice. As much as I hated to admit it, Francis had a way with food.

“Trouble in paradise?” The Frenchman went on.

“I told you I’m  not  seeing anyone. At...A-At least not like you’re implying.”

A mischievous glint crossed his eye. “Oh ho? So there is someone?”

“Don’t look at me like that! He’s just a friend.”

“But there is an issue?”

I should have shut up right then and there. Why I had said so much prior is still something I don’t understand, but there was nothing I could do about it at that moment other than keep quiet. Whether it was because Ludwig's sad face was still ingrained in my mind or the pure exhaustion I was feeling, I just kept going: “I don’t know...I guess I pried a little too much and made him upset. H-He said it was okay and I apologized, but I worry I may have pushed him away. There was so much pain in his eyes when we parted ways last night.”

For the first time since I met this man, his usual smirk melted into that of a soft, comforting smile. “Perhaps an apology gift is in order?”

“What good will that do?” I bit back.

“Sometimes a physical action is better at conveying how you feel over words. If that doesn’t work, at least he should be happy with the gift.”

Part of me felt he was trying to dig at me in that second half, but I brushed it off, taking out my frustration on an unsuspecting piece of fruit. “I don’t even know what to get him.”

“Don’t worry dear Arthur. You are in good hands! I’ll take you around town to look after I finish cleaning up here.”

Great, now I was going on an outing with Francis of all people. Could this morning get any worse? Indeed it could because by the time we had cleaned up the dishes from breakfast and were heading out, it began to rain. At least Francis could provide us with the umbrella, but at the same time, it forced us too close together. He smelled stereotypically French, reeking of wine and cheese mixed with the scent of some flowery beauty product.  

I tried to focus on it, turning my gaze to the shop windows, showcasing all kinds of knickknacks and products. ‘What do you even get a merman?’ I thought as we looked over a particular display of books, all of which piqued my own interest. Could he even read? Even if he could, he spent most of his time underwater so a book would not work. Now that I was thinking about it, that crossed off a whole bunch of items: clothing, flowers, blankets, stuffed animals, all out of the question. Every store we went into seemed to only lead to dead ends.

Eventually, we had to stop for lunch empty-handed. Francis took me to a local pub in the town square where he ordered us some potato-based dish, though I was too distracted to catch the actual name. “This is coming out of your paycheck,” He warned, “it's the least you could do for me after all our wild goose chasing today.”

“You’re the bastard who suggested this in the first place.”

“I didn’t realize how troublesome it would be. Usually, you get them flowers or chocolates and then you make up, but your lover seems to hate everything.”

There he was going again, calling Ludwig my ‘lover.’ My cheeks turned red at the statement, not helping my case. “For the millionth time, he’s  not  my lover.”

“Whatever it is, this seems like a lost cause.” For the first time since meeting him, a tired frown replaced his usual cheeriness. It didn’t fit him even though it often annoyed me.

Though I was uncomfortable, I wasn’t good and comforting people (especially those I barely know), so I let my gaze wander to the window. A group of children were chasing each other around the fountain while their mothers talked amongst themselves. Other couples and families were walking from store to store, mostly just browsing in the windows. It was calming looking at the mundaneness of it all while my life was turning into anything but. As I scanned the square, I noticed a jewelry shop just across the way from us and something clicked. Ludwig seemed to like sparkly items considering how much he took to the pendant.

“I think I found something,” I said, turning back to Francis. He gave me a quizzical look, but nonetheless, requested for the bill, paid, and we were on our way.

I led him to the shop I had spotted, admiring the window display once we were there. Something particular caught my eye, a beautiful silver chain with light blue jewels hanging from it. It appeared to be a bracelet of some sort. This was it, this was the gift. It was shiny, blue like Ludwig’s eyes and scales, absolutely perfect.

“You’ve got expensive tastes mon ami...or I guess it's more of this mysterious man. But by the look on your face, it seems perfect.”

I hadn’t even realized I had been smiling. Feeling suddenly exposed, I gave an awkward cough and tried to cover my tracks. “W-Well yes. It looks just like his eyes. I-I’m just...yeah...um...going to go in and buy it. Y-You, don’t have to wait up for me.” So much for covering my tracks. Without another word, I made my way into the shop, ignoring whatever tease came out of that damn Frenchman’s mouth.

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It wasn’t long before I was back at the inn. Francis gave me the rest of the day off, so I retreated to my room for some rest before going out to meet Ludwig. As I collapsed onto my bed, I grabbed my purchase from the nightstand. Taking the bracelet from the box, I lifted it above my head, allowing it to sparkle in the sun. Ludwig’s scales were far more beautiful, shining even brighter than any jewel, but this would have to do. At some point, my eyes began feeling heavy, my exhaustion returning once everything had calmed down. It wasn’t long before I had fallen asleep.

The sun had almost set by the time I got up. I blinked in a daze before realizing I was late to meeting Ludwig. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” I angrily whispered to myself as I collected my things, hoping Ludwig had waited up for me.

When I finally got there I found our spot deserted. “God damn it,” I sighed, taking a seat in defeat. At least I could watch the end of the sunset and admire the waves. Like for most of the day, luck was not on my side as dark clouds began rolling in and the breeze picked up. With a sigh, I got up and began making my way back to the beach. As I walked, the weather only seemed to get worse, especially the wind that was whipping me every which way. Like history repeating itself, a particularly strong gust of wind sent me crashing into the water.

Of course, I had been blown in in a deep area, leaving me once again flailing unsuccessfully to keep my head above the water (at least the waves weren’t as bad as last time). As I became more and more desperate and fear took hold I surprisingly found myself shouting for Ludwig. He probably wasn’t around or able to hear me above the storm that was setting in, but he was my best option for help at this point. Soon the cold and exhaustion was getting to me and my world was slowly becoming dark, but before I passed out I heard the faint call of my name.

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I was back in my room at the inn when I came to. My mind was fuzzy and everything felt sedately warm. It was as if I was wrapped in a soft flame that didn’t burn, but instead wrapped me in a comforting grasp. Although I felt a strange weight around my waist, I paid it no mind as my head was pounding and my nose stuffy. I felt miserable so when sleep began to tug at me once more, I was content to accept it. That was until I felt something move beside me. I immediately shot up, spooking Ludwig who was laying beside me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I screeched. When I noticed I was naked, I immediately pulled the covers up to my chest.

Ludwig’s eyes went wide and his cheeks went red. “I-I’m sorry...I just...your friend said this would help.”

“What?” My scowl deepened when I realized who had put him up to it. “That damn frog,” I seethed, though more to myself than Ludwig.

“I’m sorry. You were freezing...I-I’ll just go,” Ludwig blabbered as he clumsily untangled himself from the sheets and got out of bed.

“Wait...H-How are you…” My mind had finally woken up enough, realizing Ludwig was here, on land, without a tail or scales.

“Oh...I never mentioned we could become human?”

“No.”

“Oh...uh...well I can. I don’t usually, but you were shaking so much so I knew I had to get you home..er… where you were staying so I took it upon myself to get you here. It wasn’t easy, but...shoot I’m rambling aren’t I?”

My gaze softened. Ludwig was far sweeter than any man I had ever met. I couldn’t stay angry with him even if we woke up in a...compromising position (if anything it was Francis’ fault who told him to do it). “So...what exactly happened this time?”

“Well, there was a storm. I found you just as you were about to go under, so I immediately grabbed you. When I got you to shore you were freezing and… I-I didn’t know what else to do so I grabbed my spare clothes and began searching for the inn. That blond man was standing at the door and he recognized you and urged me to bring you inside. He explained I had to get you out of your wet clothes and under the blanket. Th-That’s when he suggested for me to lay beside you...t-too warm you up. I’m sorry again for that. And now we’re here.”

“Well, I-I suppose a thank you is in order,” I said, laying back down on the bed. My wooziness was finally catching up to me. It was clear I was starting to come down with a cold.

Ludwig loomed over me, an unreadable look on his face. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Some water would be nice. Why don’t you go ask Francis.”

He gave me a small nod and made his way to the door. “Oh, Arthur. By the way, that box you were holding onto so tightly is just on your nightstand.”

“Oh.” I looked over to see that velvety, blue box that held Ludwig’s gift perched safely on the table beside my head. “Thank you. For everything”

“Anytime.”

As the door closed, I snuggled into the blankets once more, still chilled either from the ordeal, my cold, or both. Tomorrow for sure I would give him his gift. Right now I was tired and sick, not wanting to do much more than sleep. However, it did not come so easy as the bed felt empty without Ludwig there and that warm, comforting feeling seemed to have gone with him. But sooner or later, my eyes closed and the lingering feeling of Ludwig’s embrace lulled me to sleep.

Ch. 2

Ch. 4

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

How about some cook Cavendish satisfying Drax with pleanty of food. digging Drax' ass out of a dumpster and showing him what actual food is, giving him pleanty to feat on~

-cursed

This sounds tender as SHIT. Let's fucking go.

Cavendish pulled the top off the pot, taking an inhale. Soup smelled good, it should be ready soon. He added more salt, before putting the top back on. It was late at night, and everyone else was asleep, but Cavendish couldn't sleep. He knew he needed it though, so he decided a nice, hot meal would soothe him. Usually Otto cooked, but he was happy to make something of his own. A nice stew, coupled with some fresh bread (that he didn't at all steal from Brownlee's food stash), he made more than enough food.

"The hell?"

He was about to heat up the bread, when he heard a commotion outside. Something was out there, digging into the box of scraps just outside.

"Fuckin' told that damn cabin boy to dump the scraps."

He grabbed a kitchen knife, and went outside. Probably some rat. Had they not been disease ridden, biting bastards, he would've ignored it. He walked slowly, knife raised, when the damn thing turned around. It wasn't a rat, it was worse. Henry Drax. He was digging into the FUCKING trash, like an animal. Cavendish sighed, as a means of both disgust, and relief. At least Drax wasn't a biter. Usually.

"Fucking hell Drax-the hell you doing out here?"

"Hungry. But I can't go back into the damn kitchen."

"You kept eatin' shit, didn't you?"

"Otto maybe a godly man, but he's a stingy fuckin' bastard."

Drax was an absolute scavenger. He'd always hang around a kitchen, stealing little bits of food, even when Otto was just trying to cook. Cavendish had seen it first hand, and until he was booted from the kitchen, it was pretty damn funny.

"Are you actually eating from there?"

"Aye. Wasteful man. Still meat on these bones, and these tomatoes are still good."

Cavendish watched as Drax dug his foul teeth into a juicy, spoiled tomato, letting the juices run down his ever messy beard. Cavendish didn't love this man in the slightest, but he'd be heartless not to feed a man digging out of old scraps.

"You're a fuckin' mutt- come on."

He smacked the tomato out of his hand, and put his hand behind his back, ushering him back into the kitchen. Drax was clearly upset about the lack of his snack, but he didn’t get a chance to bitch as he sat him down at the table. Drax looked like he wanted to get up, even, but Cavendish knew just what would make him stay. He pulled his flask from his coat pocket, placing it on the table. Drax chuckled, getting comfy in his seat.

“Know how to get me to stay, Micheal.”

He only called him that in private. When not a soul walked in between them. Cavendish waved his hand at him dismissively, He added oil to the bread, and stuffed it into the tiny oven. As glorious as the Volunteer was, Cavendish could make a complaint in regards to the kitchen’s size. He felt cramped in here, not just amongst the damn clutter in here, but with Drax just sitting there, nursing the rest of the flask (greedy bastard, thing was full when he got it to him). It was a bit much, but in a way, it was comforting. Just a slow, brief break from the bullshit at sea. No Sumner, no Brownlee, no insurance tricks, no whaling. Just the smell of a fresh pot of soup, and herbed bread. He turned off when he smelled the bread, just how his mother always did.

“You better stay here, Henry. Too much food here for my lonesome, and if Otto found out I cooked, he’d never let me back out into the ice.”

“He likes someone to talk to. As if Sumner wasn’t enough.”

“Maybe it’s redheads.”

They both chuckled. They knew Otto. the caring, protective type that favored the more feminine, soft men. Men who could pass off for the usual whore. Cavendish finished cutting the bread, adding it to the plates, and alongside the bowls of soup, brought it over to the table. Drax had that hungry look in his eyes, and it was one of the few times where it didn’t unsettle him. Drax, as usual, didn’t savor his food the way any person would. He ate the way a hungry animal would, slurping loudly, teeth tugging at the meat and lips slurping the bones clean. He went in with the spoon when he had to, but when he needed meat, he tucked in like a brute.

“Ya mam never taught you how to eat, did she?”

“Hungry. I ain’t eatin’ with royalty, afterall.”

“As if you’d change for royalty.”

Drax grinned, beads of beef broth dripping from his teeth and into his beard. He rubbed at the mess in his beard, wiping it on his coat, then continuing to feast. Cavendish was no man of status either, but he at least knew how to cherish a meal. The salt in the soup, the sweetness of the carrots, the starchiness of the potatoes, the gaminess of the meat- all which sat moist in the salty broth, seasoned by the bones. And the bread. Crunchy, yet still somewhat soft on the inside. Better than any hardtack they were given. 

“Good soup, Micheal.”

He watched as Drax’s lips curled around the soup, noisy as he drank. He’d give the man one thing; he wasn’t fussy. He picked the bones clean, even stripping it off his cartilage, and even licking the crumbs from the bread off the plate. Man was starving. He groaned to himself upon finishing. He wasn’t sated, but he was a little more tame than before. Cavendish wasn’t even done with his soup by the time Drax sat there, licking the residue off of the rim of his bowl. His tongue was greedy, appreciative of every single drop. Cavendish sighed, getting up, and offering his hand to Drax.

“Quit lickin’ the damn thing, I’ll give ya more.”

“I don’t like wastin’ any of it. You don’t know when it'll be the next time you'll eat.”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. Knowing Drax, he’d live. Man would kill and eat an animal raw, with his own teeth if he had to. He went back into the kitchen, filling up the bowl, and giving the man the last piece of the bread. He gave it back to him, and watched as Drax finally ate like a person. Well, closer to a person anyway. He didn’t dig into it like a hungry wolf, but rather, he savored it, as though it was the least meal he’d ever eat. Cavendish nodded, tucking into his bread after having it soak up some of the soup.

“Finally slowing down, though I’d watch you choke.”

“Aye, I do the choking ‘round here, lest you forget, Micheal.”

Henry shot him a wink, just as he was tearing the strips of flesh from the bone. You could always tell when Henry was eating. He slurped, he moaned, he groaned, his teeth ground against bone. It was an experience for Henry. Didn’t matter what it was. Just that there was enough for him. Henry would still enjoy himself, as if a proper whore was blowing him during his meal. It was annoying as hell to most, but not to Cavendish. All he heard was a hungry, eager man.

“Surprised you don’t eat the damn bone, Henry.”

“Don’t throw ‘em out, I’ll suck on them like hard candies.”

Probably why he hadn’t tossed them to the floor, but rather, kept them on his plate, as if he wasn’t done with it just yet. Cavendish had finished his meal quite some time ago, but he had no issues sitting there, watching and listening to Drax’s animilatistic sounds. By the time he finished, he sat back, licking his fingers over and over again. He finally looked sated, relaxed. Cavendish stood up, taking his bowl, and bringing him another. Drax looked hesitant, even as he sat there, suckling on bits of bones, but Cavendish knew Drax could never turn down a meal. He accepted it, helping himself to more of the soup. Cavendish sat down again, watching Drax gorge himself further.

“Never know when you might eat again, eh Henry?”

“Free food is free food, I’d sooner perish than waste a morsel. Especially knowing you made it for me. Almost sweet of ya.”

“Suck my prick, Henry, I just don’t want to smell trash in your breath, next we meet. You already smell like cheap booze and smoke.”

“You like that smell, they all do.”

He smirked. He didn’t notice the broth run down his arm at first, and had to take a second to run his greasy, greedy tongue up his arm. Cavendish swore he saw the dirt and grime graze off his tongue, and he was surprised that even HE didn’t flinch at the taste of himself. He finished the new bowl of soup, far less quickly than the rest of them. He did finish however, leaning back in his chair. He looked exhausted, and the sigh that escaped his mouth let Cavendish know he was about to pop. Drax reached for his belt, and unbuckled himself, letting himself free of his cloth confines. Cavendish watched as he rubbed at his hairy, plump stomach, slowly. As if he was taunting him. The damn thing was nudging the table in its size, and Cavendish swore he never saw the man so docile. So vulnerable and content with himself. Cavendish got up again, and poured the rest of the broth into the bowl. Just enough for one more. Just a little something extra to push him.

“Alright, you can finish the pot, since ya hungrier and uglier than any pest I’ve ever seen.”

Drax burped into his hand, lightly shaking his head in protest. Drax ate enough to feed a number of men, the fact that he didn’t cough it all back up was a surprise to anyone who didn’t know him. He put his hand on his belly, giving it a nice pat. Soft, hairy, and hot from the oh so big meal he just finished eating. Drax sighed, but pushed himself through it, bringing the broth to his mouth, and greedily slurping at the remains. Cavendish had to hold onto the bowl for him, nursing him like a wee babe, and oh so carefully massaging his big, bulging stomach. Drax gasped as he finished, as if he had just put his head underwater.

“Alright, I’m done now, Micheal.”

“Should be, you finished the pot.”

Cavendish took the plates and put them away (leaving it for someone else to clean, obviously), only to come back with something in his hands. Drax looked damn near dazed, before he looked at the wrapping in his hands, suspicious, as if it were a damn weapon.

“Hell is that?”

“Dessert.”

Granted, they were old, but desserts were desserts. He held onto Drax’s chin, forcing his mouth open and pushing the treat past his lips. They were simple ginger cookies he picked up before they left for shore, but they were still fairly tasty. Not that Drax noticed. His poor body ached and his stomach grumbled, begging for him to stop. Drax the vision of gluttony, greed, and lust. He stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth, and upon Drax FINALLY swallowing, Cavendish pressed his lips against his, slowly gracing his tongue with his own. The taste of beef, booze, and sugar, was exactly what Cavendish craved. He looked into his dazed eyes, lightly patting his cheek.

“Better not catch you digging through the trash next time, Drax. You want yourself stuffed, you come to me. Get it?”

“...Aye.”

He patted his stomach once more. He was a filthy, greasy, fat, barbaric man.

Was it any wonder he had to dive in for seconds?

[anaiswriterr]

Ghost hunters

Pairing: No pairing just three adults playing a (11+) game

Rating: G

Synopsis: Play the Oujia board they said. It’ll be fun they said. Let’s play on a Halloween night, yeah that sounds like total fun. KINDA CRACK YOU KNOW, not meant to be taken as one of my serious writings. It’s supposed to be fun and funny so have fun and let lose!

- ghost hunters - screamtober series finale part nine -

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“Please.”

“What the- no, absolutely not!”

“Shouta please! We’re begging you...”

“You’re telling me eleven year olds can summon demons and you wanna be a part of that? It’s a scam Yamada, go to bed.” Shouta places a hand on his hip, his voice in a whisper as he tries not to awaken Eri. Yamada and Nemuri click their tongues, both in their pajamas and standing in Aizawa’s doorway with the game board underneath Nemuri’s arm - they pout.

“Just for a while! Come on, it’s Halloween!” Nemuri smiles, throwing her hands up in exaggeration causing Aizawa to roll his eyes at their attempts to drag him out on a Halloween night, Yamada sighs, “It’s just for ten minuets, Eri won’t wake up she’ll be fine. Especially from all that candy she ate.” He shakes the board and Aizawa snatched the board away from him. Reprimanding the blonde for his childish behavior towards the game, “Hey, don’t shake it around like that! You have to respect it!” 

“Oh well I thought you didn’t believe in this “stuff” Shouta..” Yamada chuckles swatting the game back from Aizawa’s arms and presses it into Nemuri’s chest. They result to puppy dog eyes on the tired teacher who simply didn’t want to get involved. He didn’t believe in the world of spirituality, he didn’t even believe in ghosts. 

To him everything had a logical explanation to itself, the door slammed shut? Must be a draft. You saw something in the corner of the room, you most likely need sleep. Something was thrown across the room? The wind. 

It wasn’t that he choose to be a skeptic, but Shouta believed when you died. You died. That’s it, no afterlife, no eternal hell, no paradise in the clouds, or gods you must bow down in front of as you confess your sins. No, death was just that, death. Although, Yamada was a firm believer in all things afterlife, especially the dead. Meanwhile, Nemuri was a mixture of the two. She believed things did have a logic explanation to it; but she also firmly believed that there was a hell, a heaven, a paradise. Something! 

Something had to be there, and if not up or down then amongst themselves, watching over their loved ones. 

Aizawa stares them down with tired eyes before turning back to check on Eri, he smiles softly at the young girl still sprawled out on the couch with a fairy costume, a chocolate smear on her left cheek is evident as she snores into the pillows - with a juice box still in her hand he moves swiftly beside her and takes out the box, replacing it with a stuffed animal underneath her arm. He turns back to his friends at the doorway, and sighs. 

“Ten minuets.” 

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“This is a terrible idea.” Aizawa mumbles underneath his breath, internally cursing himself off, he should’ve stayed back instead on engaging in these silly shenanigans. But he still finds himself, legs crossed on the ground, his arms cross also over his chest, scowling to himself with only three candles lighting up the courtyard outside from where the teachers were sleeping. He just hopes to get this over with. 

“Alright, lets get this show on the road. First hands on the planchette.”  Nemuri orders, glaring Shouta down until he finally places his finger on the wooden piece, the three drag the planchette in circles all through the board. Asking for permission to speak with anyone willing to come through. 

Nemuri’s heart is racing in her chest, “What if someone comes through?” 

“I highly doubt it.” 

“Shouta! Don’t be rude, they’re gonna think you’re mean-” 

Their voices are short when the planchette is jerked away to the right, stopping at the letter H. Shouta laughs, “Funny, guys.” But the other two grow pale, “That wasn’t us..” They say as one. The small wooden coaster coasts over to the letter I nearly as fast, almost ripping Shouta’s fingers off the piece. 

“Hi.” Yamada spells out, he cocks a brow. 

“What do we do?” Nemuri asks, in complete awe at the game. “Talk to it, maybe?” Yamada shrugs, “Hi! I’m Hizashi, this is Shouta, and this is Nemuri! What’s your name?” 

Shouta watches as his fingers move across the board, spelling out the words in his head. Y-O-U A-L-L G-R-E-W U-P. You all grew up? What did that mean? It seems everyone else in the group is just as confused, all hunched over with confused expressions ridden all over their faces. The wind begins to pick up, and the candles begin to flicker. 

“What do you mean, we all grew up-” 

“BOO!” The candles blow out, and Shouta is the first one gone, sprinting away and leaving the two behind. Yamada runs the other direction leaving the game alone, “Hell no!” And Nemuri throws her right shoe at him, “You idiots! Don’t leave me behind! We didn’t even say goodbye!” She snaps watching Yamada fall face first after her sandal connects to his back. 

‘Guys! Wait up! I was playing, come back you guys never talk to me anymore!’ The wind howls as a cloud quirk user hunches over in laughter, his ghostly silhouette in the wind, watching both Yamada and Nemuri fight over the door. He wipes a tear from his eye, and turns back around. 

“That was fun while it lasted..” He smiles, bending down to sign off for the three. “Happy Halloween..” He whispers looking up at the blue moon, just happy he got to play one last prank on them.

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[multiverse-imagines]

Ryoga x reader- Always Welcome Here

(Reader is meant to be gender neutral)

You walked towards your home after a long day of school and band practice. The streets are still bustling in the Friday night sunset of Akihabara. A few dark clouds have set in above you, but you figure you'll make it home by then. It's a shame you forgot your umbrella. Passing by a park, you see someone laying on the ground. They appear to be unconscious. After your initial panic, you cautiously approach the body, and notice it's a young man around your age. He has a heavy looking backpack, and a yellow bandana around his head. He seemed to be muttering to himself. 

"Damn you… need...food.."

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked. His tired eyes looked up to you, pleading. 

"Can you give me some food? I'm so hungry." He mutters. You reach in your backpack, and grab a granola bar that you had been saving for the last part of your walk home. 

"It's not much, but I hope it helps." The boy rolls over onto his back, and sits up with difficulty. He nearly swallows the bar whole before standing with a sigh. 

"Thank you. That won't hold me for long though." He fretted, "I've gotta find Furinkan High school again."

"Ah, well, you're close, you're in Akihabara. Nerima isn't too far from here."

"Really? Thank you! Well, I'll be seeing ya." He went to wave you goodbye as he left in the opposite direction of Nerima. 

"That's the wrong way!"

"Oh. Thanks." He turned and went the other way. 

"I wasn't done yet!" You say as you feel a single raindrop on your cheek. The rain began to downpour in seconds as you both ran for the safety of the underside of a slide. You made it and let out a sigh of relief, but where was the boy? You peered out from under the slide, and he had vanished, but his clothes remained. You saw movement from under them, and a little black pig emerged. It wore the headband of the boy around its neck. You used your book bag as an umbrella and walked up to the scared little pig. 

"Hey, did you just turn into a pig?" The pig stared at you wide eyed, and nodded in defeat. You sighed. "Alright, we're taking you back to my house. At least this way you can get some food." You picked up his clothes, and stuffed them in his bag. It was pretty light, but the umbrella… the umbrella had to weigh at least 10 Kilograms! (22 pounds) after adjusting to the shock of the weight, you begrudgingly lifted and opened it to use as a proper umbrella to walk the two of you back to your home.

You entered your house, and thankfully no one was home. Your father worked overseas, and your mother would be at work well past 8:30 as always. You grabbed a few towels and dried him off before yourself. 

"Go ahead and wait here on the couch while I go change my clothes." You let him sit in the fluffy pink towel. You put on some sweatpants and a comfy T-shirt then put your clothes in the dryer. You could hardly believe it. A boy turning into a pig with water. The phone rang, and you hurried a shirt on before answering it. 

"Hello, ____ residence."

"Hey, ____?" It was Mom, "I guess there's flooding over the tracks for the train home, so Kazato offered to put me up at her place for the night. I'm sorry I won't be home."

"It's okay, mom. I'll just see you tomorrow." You made yourself sound disappointed. This way your guest wouldn't receive any Berratement from your mom. You said goodnight to your mom and returned to the living room, sitting next to the little pig on the couch. 

"So, you don't seem to be surprised you're a pig. Is there a way to change you back?" You asked. He nodded, and jumped from the couch, and began wandering from room to room; You followed in curiosity. Once he found the bathroom, he jumped onto the tub, and pointed his little hoof at the hot water switch. 

"Is it hot water that turns you back?" He nodded furiously in response, "Alright. Let me get you some clothes first." You left him in the bathroom with the water running while you grabbed a blue T-shirt, and a pair of black loose-fitting basketball shorts. You hoped they would fit him. You walked back to the bathroom, and thankfully found him still as a pig, and the water level seemed high enough now. You shut off the water.

"I'll put your clothes in the wash so you'll have fresh clothes in the morning." He tilted his head, confused. 

"It's supposed to rain all night. I'm not letting you walk all the way to Nerima in the rain. What if you turn into a pig again? Then what was the point of a bath? My Mom isn't gonna be home tonight, so I'm letting you stay." You turned and left to let him bathe in peace. You began making some food for when he returned. 

It was about a half an hour before he emerged, still wearing his headband, but wearing the clothes you had retrieved for him. 

"Thank you." Was the first thing he said as he leaned on the counter next to you, "I'm Ryoga, by the way. Ryoga Hibiki."

"____ ____. And it was no problem, really."

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions." He seemed embarrassed. 

"Yeah, but, can I ask?"

"I suppose if I'm gonna be here all night, I might as well answer any questions you have." He said, picking up his chopsticks. "Let's wait until after we eat. I'm starved." You nodded in agreement, and you picked up the conversation while he helped you with the dishes. 

"Well, how did you become a pig?" He answered with the story of how he was tailing a schoolmate named Ranma Saotome. A rude boy who went to train with his father in China, and he fell into a cursed pond where a pig had drowned. Now whenever he gets doused with cold water, he becomes a pig. He can be human again with warm water. 

"If I hadn't seen if for myself, I never would have believed you." You nodded. Ryoga then went on to mention how many people who have come into contact with Ranma have ended up cursed in one of these pools in Japan. Ranma, his father, and two others have a similar curse of turning into something else via water. 

"That's so strange."

"That Ranma," He growled, "I'll get my revenge someday." He balled his fists up towards his chest, as if restraining himself from punching the nearby wall. 

"Can't you just go back to this Jusenkyo place and change back?"

"Getting there is a battle in itself. I'm, what my family calls, directionally challenged. I can even have a map in my hands and still get lost. Also, getting to China takes money, which I don't have." He grimaced. 

"That's rough," You sighed, "but it makes sense why you didn't know where you were in the park earlier." Ryoga nodded and returned to the couch, placing the blanket you had set there prior over his legs. You sat next to him, turning on the TV. The two of you watched a few game shows, and anime that played on the TV, making small talk as things became relevant. A romantic scene came on at one point, and Ryoga seemed to be bothered by it. It was late before you decided to go to your own room to sleep. You waved Ryoga goodnight as he stretched out on the couch. 

"I'll leave my door open, so let me know if you need anything." Ryoga nodded as he rolled over facing the back of the couch. You retreated to your room and crawled under the covers before falling asleep. The sound of the raindrops hitting harder and faster on the roof. 

You awoke to a large crack of lightning and a crash nearby. You sat up in bed so quickly it made your head spin. Within seconds, Ryoga was in the doorway. 

"_____, are you alright? I heard you scream!" He seemed just as startled as you were. You couldn't recall screaming, but it was probably inaudible over the blood rushing through your ears. You were tried to catch your breath before replying, 

"Yeah, I-I just heard a loud crack of lightning. I think it struck something outside." You said getting out of bed and looking out the window. A street light had fallen on the garage of the house across the street. You looked to your alarm clock to see it dead. The power was out. It was unsettlingly dark in the house now, and it admittedly worried you. 

"Now I'm really glad you aren't out there." You muttered to Ryoga. Another loud clap of thunder nearly shook the house, and you grasped Ryoga's arm. You normally loved thunderstorms, but when the thunder got too loud, you couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was kinder than it had been.

"Yeah, just a little shaken from how close the lightning is."

"Let's sit in the living room for a bit and relax. Do you have any candles or flashlights?" 

"Yeah, there's some in the bathroom." You led Ryoga through the house to the bathroom, and found the handle to the bathroom cupboard. You felt around, finding the candles your mother used for her relaxing baths, and a lighter. The two of you wandered back to the living room and you managed to light one of the candles, setting it on the table in front of the couch. You lit the other two and placed them near the hallway in case you needed to go down the hallway, and the other in the kitchen, still in view of the living room. You grabbed a couple of juice pouches from the fridge, but made a note not to open it from here onward. After some time of drinking and chatting, you finally felt the tension in your shoulders release. 

"Are you planning on going back to bed?" Ryoga asked. 

"Yeah, but I'm still kind of scared. If that pole had been striked at any other angle, it easily could have fallen on the house." You changed over to him, his face also showed a frown of worry. 

"W-why don't I protect you then…" He trailed off. You felt your face heat up, 

"How… how so?" 

"You could…" His face matched yours in color, "stay on the couch with me." 

"Um, do… you think we'd have more room in… m-my bed?" You were just as nervous about this. 

"Oh, your right. But!" The two of you kept embarrassed eye contact with each other, and after the longest second of your life, you let out a breath, and relaxed yourself. 

"There's more room there, and I'd feel safer there. Let me blow out these two candles, and we'll go to my room." You smiled. Ryoga grabbed the blanket he'd been using and stood by the hall while you blew out the other two candles. You took the remaining candle to light your way to your room. You set the candle on your desk away from any papers, and climbed into bed. Ryoga climbed in after you, and you were now laying between him and the wall. Your bed was a bit small for two people, but it was vastly better than what the couch would have offered. However, Ryoga still seemed uncomfortable. It looked like he would fall off of the bed at any moment. 

"If you aren't comfortable, come closer." You said. You practically heard Ryoga swallow nervously before he inched closer to you. Soon the problem became obvious that Ryoga had nowhere to put his arms. He awkwardly had them folded over his chest, but didn't seem comfortable. You reached for his arm, and gently moved his hand to your side. His other arm went above your head like an extra pillow, and you made yourself comfortable by placing your head in his chest. His arms eventually relaxed and his top arm soon hugged your back. You tangled your legs in with his, and looked up to him in the dark. 

"Better?" You whispered, you heard his breath hitch, before letting out an affirmative noise, "Good. Thanks Ryoga, good night." You snuggled into his chest again, and made the attempt to have your body sleep. As you left consciousness, you felt his hand leave your back to pet your hair. 

The next morning, you woke up to the light coming through your window. The candle had put itself out, and Ryoga still held you. 

"....Akane…" You heard his whisper in his sleep. You wondered who that was. Friend? Family? You'd have to ask when he woke up. You would normally get up and make breakfast, but you were so comfortable you decided to fall asleep again. 

You awoke again to Ryoga shifting in the bed. You felt him get up from the bed. 

"Good morning, Ryoga." You said, your eyes half open. 

“Morning, ____.“ he sounded well rested. You heard the bathroom door close and decided to slowly get up. You noticed your alarm clock's flashing numbers, meaning the lights we're back on. You made your way to the bathroom and heard the toilet flush upon your approach. After a few seconds, Ryoga left the bathroom, carrying his clothes from the dryer. You told him you were gonna make breakfast, and you went about your morning business. You remained in your pajamas since school had been cancelled, and made a quick breakfast for the two of you. You checked the contents of the fridge to see they had remained unscathed by the power outage. As you ate, you remembered Ryoga's muttering from earlier. 

"Hey, Ryoga, you said a name in your sleep last night. Who's Akane?" Ryoga nearly choked on his food, taking a long drink of his juice before replying. 

"Akane… she's. She's the woman I…" He stared solemnly at his plate. 

"You love her?" You tried to finish for him. You gave him the benefit of the doubt he wasn't a murderer. 

"Yeah. I've been in love with her for a very long time now. But she's marrying Ranma, and he doesn't even like her!" His voice raised in volume, "I haven't been able to tell her how I feel and I can't even tell her I turn into a pig! I've spent so much time with her as her pet pig, but she doesn't even know!" Tears filled his eyes with anger. 

"I'm sorry you're going through that. That sucks."

"Yeah, it does…" Ryoga sighed, calming down, "but I'll tell her one day. I'll save her from Ranma, and her and I'll make her so happy." He stabbed a piece of food and ate it angrily.

After the dishes were done, you found Ryoga on the couch rearranging his bag, adding the snacks you gave him for the road. 

"Are you leaving right away?" You asked. 

"In a little bit, yeah. I've gotta get to Nerima to take Akane back." You frowned at this. You'd really become fond of the man you found unconscious in the park and didn't really want him to leave. Once he was ready, you walked him to the street, and faced him in the direction of Nerima. He waved goodbye, and as he left, you stopped him. 

"Ryoga," He turned to you. You kissed his cheek and gently took his hand, "I-if things don't work out, you know, with Akane, you're always welcome here. I'd be more than happy to have you." Your face heated up again, as Ryoga also seemed to pick up on what you were implying. 

"Th-thank you!" He closed shut eyes, "I'll remember that! See you next time, ____!" He shouted as he ran past you in an embarrassed ferver. 

"Wait! Ryoga! You're going the wrong… Way…" You sighed. You chuckled knowing he'd be back someday.

[mynumberfivethings]

Hi! I’m new to this world, I found your account from your stories about five and ageplay. I absolutely love them, I had an idea I thought I could share. I’m assuming this is taking place where littles are known? If not, it is for this idea! One of the siblings plans a fun family event: a day at the circus. It’s all well and good, maybe they get cotton candy. But then the clowns come out. Little Five freaks. And that’s how the Hargreaves discover five is scared of clowns. I hope this makes sense!

the AU does take place in a world where littles are known! and awww that’s precious! this turned out a little longer than intended. oops.

Five has not so fond memories of clowns-memories that have to do with the Commission and a certain overly enthusiastic, overly bloodthirsty co-worker. He doesn’t like to think about the man or that creepy fucking hyper realistic clown mask he never took off. It’s all in the past, after all. 

Or so he thinks, until Five is in his “little” headspace, holding Diego’s hand so he doesn’t get lost in the crowd as they line up to have their tickets taken and be seated. Klaus leans down behind him and grins, confusing the nervousness Five is feeling for jittery excitement. “I heard they use holographic animals in this show. Isn’t that cool?” 

Five nods silently, his grip on Diego’s hand getting a little tighter as the line starts moving. Diego pauses to look down at Five, eyebrow raised. He assumes the kid is tired of standing still-they have been in line for a while now, he knows how much kids hate waiting, how cranky it makes them. “C’mere bud.” Diego scoops him up easily and carries him against his hip. 

Five wraps his arms around Diego’s neck and leans the side of his head against his shoulder gratefully. 

By the time they find their seats Five has calmed down and even nearly forgotten that their might be clowns in the show-instead, he’s looking forward to seeing the amazing holograms and the fun light show. Allison waves down a man selling cotton candy and hands him the biggest fluffiest pinkest one on the tray. 

Vanya chuckles at the expression of absolutely awe on Fives face when he holds the giant ball of cotton candy in his hand. “Oh god, Allison, he’s not gonna sleep for a week straight if he eats that.” she says, as she watches Five take his first bite. 

Allison shrugs, already taking out her phone to take photos of Five as he demolishes the sugary snack. Luther, ever the responsible sibling, searches the inside of his backpack for wet wipes and upon finding them, reaches across to clean Fives face, once he’s finished eating. He’s sticky with the cotton candy, hands, cheeks and even his nose. Five makes little grumbling noises as he’s wiped down but lets Luther do it without any real qualms. 

Ben buys them all a bunch of light up neon wands to wave around when the show starts. Five and Klaus end up play fighting with the wands until Vanya threatens to take them away after they get a little too close to hitting someone sitting in the row below them. Klaus sticks his tongue out at Vanya and they both laugh when Five gasps and says, “Not nice!” 

Ben ruffles Fives hair lovingly and nods in agreement. “That’s right, not nice Klaus.” 

Klaus rolls his eyes but he’s smiling too. 

Suddenly the lights all go off at once and they’re enveloped in total darkness. Five grips the closest hand next to him, his heart thundering in his chest. Is this part of the show? He can’t see a thing. Is something wrong? Is it-

Diego puts his other hand atop Fives and leans over to whisper into his ear. “It’s ok buddy, just the show starting.” 

Five gulps. “Ok.” 

A single yellow light pops up center stage to illuminate a man in a top hat and striped pants and it’s clear he’s here to make an introduction. Five peers up, now curious. The show is amazing-an understatement, really-the animals float seamlessly over the audience and Five even got to reach his hand out and almost touch an elephant! Everything is bright and colorful and Five awes at the trapeze artists in their glittery leotards who swing from so high up. 

Everything is going swimmingly, right up until a polka dotted buggy drives right onto the stage and out come not one, not two, not three, but four clowns! They’re not scary, Five tells himself, it’s just makeup, he has to remember, just makeup and silly clothes and too big shoes, is all. There is nothing to be afraid of. 

Except that all the logic big Five is trying to put into little Five’s head isn’t staying in said head. All Five can remember right that moment is Charles from the Commission. Like Five, Charles didn’t enjoy wearing those ridiculous animal mascot hats-instead, he went the elaborate route of painting on a clown face before every mission. Five knows this because it was one of the few none solo missions he’d been assigned in his short time at the Commission. 

Charles was a quiet man-something Five hadn’t minded at all back then, seeing that he didn’t have much to say to strangers, either. The targets were five individuals who had very little in common, except for the fact that they would all be attending a childrens charity event on a crisp Saturday evening. 

It hadn’t been Five’s idea to burn down the building, and with it, hundreds of people-including their targets-but Five hadn’t been able to stop Charles, either, and that would haunt him for quite some time. 

He remembers standing outside of the building set aflame, remembers the agonized screaming coming from inside, remembers the helplessness he felt, and most of all, he remembers Charles the fucking clown stood next to him, laughing so disturbingly that the sound of it would be a reoccurring soundtrack in Fives nightmares for years to come. 

So when the clowns begin to walk into the crowd Five remembers Charles and it doesn’t matter that these clowns don’t have a penchant for murder, Five can feel all that cotton candy start to make its way back up his esophagus and the panic in him rising as they come closer and closer. 

His breath stutters in his chest when he blurts out, “Wanna go home.” but the music is so loud that not a single one of his siblings hear him and the clowns are coming closer and closer and closer still. Without another thought Five disappears, only a swoosh of electrifying blue any indication that he was once even there. 

That, the Hargreeves notice immediately. “Five?!” 

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“Do you think he went home?” Allison asks, already calling the landline at the house. 

Vanya shrugs, looking around the stands, hoping Five got an inkling for a stuffed animal or something-though that’s very out of character for him. “He rarely ever teleports when he’s in his little headspace.” 

Ben nods, “Yeah, I think the only times he does is if he wakes up little from a nightmare-he blinked onto my bed and scared the living shit out of me last week. Maybe something frightened him?” 

Diego huffs. “Five’s been jumpy since we got here. I thought he was just excited, ‘cause we’ve never been to one of these places, but-” he curses, “I should’ve known it was something else.” 

Klaus pats him comfortingly on the shoulder, “None of us noticed something was wrong, this isn’t just on you. Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” 

They search all over until Luther calls out for them to meet him in a bathroom stall, where they finally find Five, huddled over a toilet, throwing up. 

“Oh honey,” Allison rubs his back gently, “I shouldn’t have given you all that cotton candy, I’m sorry.” 

Five shakes his head and when he looks up his face is stained with tears. “W-wanna go home.” he begs. “Please.” 

“Of course, baby,” Allison brushes the bangs away from his face and takes a tissue out of her bag to wipe at his tears. “Can you stand up?” 

Five sniffles miserably. “Up?” 

Luther takes that as his cue to pick up the little and tuck him securely against his chest. “Alright buddy, let’s get outta here, yeah?” 

Five nods, his fingers gripping at Luthers shirt desperately.

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He’s still shaking visibly by the time they get back home. 

They quickly conclude it couldn’t have just been the cotton candy making Five sick that made him react so poorly. It had to be something else. 

“Hey,” Vanya scoots onto the couch next to Five and draws him into her arms so that his back is up against her chest. He goes easily, relaxing minutely at the comforting touch.

Klaus comes into the living room with Fives favorite sippy cup and offers it to him. "I put some gingerale in there to help your stomach, Fivey, so drink up, ok?"

Five nods, holding onto the cup with both hands.

"Hey, you know you can talk to us, right? Did something happen to upset you so bad?" Allison squeezes his knee gently, imploring.

Five shakes his head, his breath hitching. He drops his cup and brings the palms of his hands up to his eyes, making a face and a noise of discomfort before looking up again. The switch from his little headspace to his big headspace is almost instantaneous.

His siblings can tell immediately-any softness and vulnerability in Fives eyes is suddenly replaced with a guarded expression. He backs away from both of his sisters, embarrassed. "Sorry," he says, clearing his throat, "I'm fine."

Diego rolls his eyes. "I'm calling bullshit. Five, you cried the entire way home. Hell, you look like you wanna cry right now. No one is gonna judge you. You can open up to us." He insists.

Five bites his bottom lip anxiously and folds his arms across his chest. He knows he's not fooling anyone. "It's stupid." He mutters.

"No one is going to force you to talk about it if you're not comfortable," Allison says, pointedly looking at Diego, who sighs and shrugs. "But, Diego is right, we're not here to judge you. We just want to help."

Five gulps and looks away. "It was the clowns." He murmurs under his breath, so low they barely hear him.

"The what?" Ben asks, leaning forward.

Five groans. "It was the fucking clowns, ok?" He admits, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I don't...like clowns."

Luther raises a brow. "Are you...? Really? You're not trying to pull our legs? You are scared of clowns?" He can't help but be incredulous. Five isn't afraid of anything. Not anything tangible, at least.

"Yes, ok?" Five snaps out. "During my stint at the Commission I had to-" he cuts himself off abruptly. He can feel his chest growing tight. "Look, I don't exactly have the most pleasant memories regarding clowns and I'd really rather not talk about it."

Five is shaking again. Trembling a little more subtly than he had been in his little headspace, but trembling nonetheless, and his siblings all take note.

Vanya reaches out slowly, giving Five well enough time to back away. She rests her hand above his shoulder. "C'mere." She nudges him softly and is surprised when Five actually lets himself be pulled into her arms without any qualms.

Five turns so that his face is hidden against Vanyas neck, he hunches over, making himself all the smaller. "Sorry I ruined our day out." He mutters.

"Nonsense!" Klaus exclaims. "We left early and skipped out on all the traffic, not to mention all of Allison's road rage."

Allison playfully smacks Klaus' arm. "I do not have road rage!"

Five huffs out what sounds like a laugh. He sits up but sticks close to his siblings this time, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "You do, though."

"See? Told you." Klaus sticks his tongue out at her.

"Hush, at least I can drive," Allison waves him away. "You have no room to criticize here."

Klaus gasps, as though offended. "Gays can't drive, everyone knows that. Way to be insensitive." He can feel Ben's eyes rolling even if he can't see him.

Vanya hums. "I mean, I can drive, so..."

"Betrayal," Klaus shakes his head. "Betrayal of the highest kind Vanya. Truly."

This devolves quickly into the Hargreeves arguing over who in fact is the best driver in the family.

Five lets himself curl up on the couch between Vanya and Diego. He listens and sometimes even interjects as the bickering ensues among his siblings, the tightness in his chest slowly loosening.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Color of my Soul(mates) [2]

[First oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. New oneshot yaaaay!! Just a quick reminder that both Virgil and Patton’s mindsets are bad. They can work, of course, but only for a certain expense. Worry not. They will both start to go to a therapist and take care of themselves, even though this will not be heavily shown in the oneshots.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Moxiety and Past Moceit and Past Virgil/Remus (no idea how it’s called dfghjdfghj) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish.

* Swearing, depreciative thoughts, losing someone (not death, just stopping to be soulmate), anger issues, anxious thoughts and nightmares. It’s hurt/comfort.

* [~*~]  Means passage of time

* [...] Means change in the focus of the narrative 

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 5.300 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Loneliness is an island with missing boats.

Missing is when the moment tries to run away from the memories to happen again and can’t do it.

Memories are when, even without authorization your thinking re-presents a chapter.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hey, Dee! It’s been some time, huh? Nothing really happened around here, so I have no interesting news to share today. Buut, I learned a new knock knock joke! I would finally get you to laugh with this one! It’s like that:

Me: Knock, knock.  

U: Who’s there?  

Me: Ice cream.  

U: Ice cream who?  

Me: Ice cream if you don’t let me in!

Funny, right?!

… It feels silly to continue to talk with you through those letters. I can’t-

I don’t even know where to send them! That is stup- not great.

I just… I just miss you, Dee. A lot. My uncle says that I should get your old representation out of the bed and hide it so I can start moving on, but… It feels empty, you know? Everything.

I really miss you.

Love, Heart.

[…]

“No.” 

His words echoed in his mind, the strap of his backpack slipping from his grip, his body throwing itself forward, heart jumping in the back of his throat as his steps inevitably brought him even closer to the faded green, almost white, shark plushie in front of him. 

“No.” 

He repeated, as if this was a spell able to make the scene before him change. His hands trembled and failed in touching the so loved object, a silent scream slipping from his slightly parted lips. Yet, he still tried to think of something. Anything that would erase his choices. He knew it.

He should have known. He read about it before, the butterfly effect. Any choice, any movement, any little thing you did could change drastically your future. It could make events – people – which would happen in your life just…

Disappear. 

[The stuffed animal remained quiet on his hands, it’s blank face staring superficially, not really seeing him. Not like before.]

He knew it. 

“Rat?” He knew it. He knew it. He knew, knew, knewknewknew it! “Ree?” His soul searched desperate for an answer. But he got none. No thoughts, no feelings, no small touches, no acknowledging sparks, nothing. 

That word seemed to ring unbearably in his ears. There was nothing there. Nothing except for the silence and the void which filled itself with despair at every that went by.

“This better not be a prank or this time I will throw you in the washing machine for real!” Virgil’s eyes were stinging. He should have done better, should have thought in another way or another anything. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t! 

“Ree, stop. That is not funny.” Ree actually preferred when Virgil called him Rat, and as his chest was scratched by an agonizing, crescent fear, deep down the young boy wished his soulmate would jump – his thoughts always felt like that, excited, uncontrollable jumpy frogs just playing around – from somewhere and demands Virgil called him by it. “Answer me!!”

His fingers squished the soft fabric, a short, unexpected wave of anger pleading for at least a shout of pain before Virgil realized what he was doing, immediately lighting his touch, tears shining in a sad gloom in the corner of his eyes. His breathing started to hurt.

He needed to do something.

“MOM!!”

Virgil opened his door with a strong slam, running through the wooded floor of the corridor, stumbling his way to the stairs, coming down at the highest speed he could muster. The adult figure was already standing in the living room, the Tv blasting a show in the background, probably the activity his mother was concentrating on before his cry. A frown painted her face and her dark eyes stared at the boy when he stood in front of her, holding his stuffed shark in her direction.

“Fix him!” 

[‘it’ a quiet whisper from his brain corrected his sentence.]

Her analytical eyes danced around the toy in front of her, looking for any teared fabric, any stain or hint of what happened to it, the confusion in her actions becoming more and more prominent as no visible result was found.

[And, as her analysis occurred, the quiet whisper in the back of his mind wondered if this was the original color of the shark before it became a representation of his soulmate. They were together for so long Virgil didn’t even remember what it used to look like.]

No! The boy with heterochromatic eyes firmly gritted his teeth, head shaking. This was NOT the shark’s real color. Its real color was a dark, deep, enthusiastic green full of chaotic ideas and dumb jokes and sparks and grins.

He refused to let everything end in this way.

Realization fell in her face, a soft gasp coming from her open mouth. “Oh, Virgil…”

“No, no, no! You- You need to fix him!” But her eyes… “Mom, please,” the way her arms opened to involve his small, trembling form… 

“Please, he is my best friend.”

[‘Was’]

She hugged him, cradling her fingers in his hair and lightly rocking Virgil and his sobs, her sweet words muffled by his cry. Then the younger one wiggled out of her touch, getting the plushie and running back to his room, the door slamming one more time.

He refused.

“No! No!!” He kicked his backpack, its content spreading across his carpeted floor. The shark was placed in his desk seconds before the Virgil focused his anger on his bed, throwing everything on the floor. His pillows hit the walls and the toys on his shelves. The cacophony of sounds made his head hurt, but he ignored this in order to kick and throw more things. 

Seconds, minutes, countless pieces of time passed before he stopped, panting and with stinging eyes in the middle of the room, his only possessions left untouched was his guitar and Ra- His shark stuffed animal.

Because he loves playing guitar. Because he loves Ree.

His fingers pet its soft fur, wandering in every detail, trying to burn in his soul how alive and colored it used to be before today.

Virgil felt like crying, felt like hugging his old-representation with all his might and just spent the rest of the day like this, pleading that Ree would come back and Virgil would do better and everything could be back to normal again.

But he refused.

He refused to cry like a baby. He refused to let this happen to him. He refused to be made a fool by the Soulmate System or whatever sadistic creature that observed him right now. He refused to go through all of this again. 

Ever again.

Virgil opened his closet and got up on his chair, hiding the shark on the highest shelf under a bunch of old comforts he never got to use.

They wanted him to be a Colorless? Very well, then.

[~*~]

Anger is when the dog who lives in you shows its teeth.

Sadness is a gigantic hand that squeezes your heart.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hiya, Dee.

Some days are better, some are worse. 

It hurts.

But, hm, good things, right? Today was sunny and refreshing, I love when this happens. A ladybug landed in my hand yesterday, it was so small… I also found another beautiful feather when I went to the park last weekend, very fluffy and a baby on the bus smiled at me after I made some funny faces.

I hope you’re also receiving and giving some beautiful smiles there. Aunt just called me for the movie night so… See you later!

I miss-

Love, Heart.

[…]

Virgil woke up sweating. A tight feeling clutching the back of his mind. However, he managed to catch himself before his eyes opened, the back of his hand pressing them, as if to make sure they wouldn’t open against his will.

Urg… Not this again…

Virgil pressed harder the pillow curling around his head, the pressure easing the irritation as he groaned in protest, wondering how much more time it would take before he finally grew used to this routine. An annoying sensation banged rhythmically on his chest, hammering together with his heart and flying along with the butterflies on his stomach over and over again until a slightly nausea almost leaded the one in pajamas to give up and just find the nearest stuffed animal so his soulmate’s bond could finally be initiated, his representation showed up and then the exhausted teen could finally get some freaking rest  and then proceed to turn a blind eye to his soulmate for the rest of their lives.

Who would say that ignoring the Soulmate System would be so hard?

But, damn, even if this shit always came back at the right moment when the first ray of sunshine hit his face, usually Virgil had at least the freedom of the night to sleep!

His hand wandered clumsily, hitting the bean bag next to his bed and looking for the small device he always left there for the night. He sighs when his fingers make contact with the cold of his phone, quickly bringing it up to his face and making sure nothing else could get in his eye field. On the third try he succeeded to put the right password, ignoring the video shining on it and quickly lowering the brightness of his screen until it was almost nonexistent. 

Four in the morning. What the heck was his not-for-much-longer-soulmate doing up at this hour??

Ok. It didn’t matter, Virgil murmured to himself, his words slurring, completely engulfed by the fog of sleepiness which continued to involve him. It didn’t matter because Virgil was sure he would manage to win that battle, just like he did on every other occasion since Ree. Of course, he never had a perfect receipt for this, only a group of superficial orientations as focusing on something else, tossing around the mattress until the exhaustion took over his body or doing anything that guaranteed his suborn nature to fight until the bond faded away with some hours, maybe one or two days. 

However, this one was about to complete a whole week and his resolution was beginning to weaken, escaping between his fingers regardless of how much he fought to hold it with tooth and nails. The mild headache growing on him was the proof of this.

He flipped his pillow, letting its cold surface rest on his face, adjusting himself to lay starfished onto the bed. 

He needed distractions. 

Songs. He liked to listen to music a lot, something he would be very much inclined to do now if it wasn’t so late and his earphones were so far away. But, stopping to think about it, it was crazy how sounds work, like, even if they’re far away they manage to be heard. Pretty much like that weird sound captured by that boat who was only minding its business… The Bloop. Heh. The Bloop. Such a stupid name… He wondered if it was a Jurassic animal doing that and when humanity would be finally able to answer his question. If it is really an animal will they call him Bloop? That is a horrible name to give to something probably gigantic and scary… Bloop… Bloopers… blooo...

His muscles from his toes to the tip of his fingers began to relax, his breathing becoming more erratic as the trail of nonsense thoughts led him away from reality and straight to the cloak of Morpheus. Bit by bit he started to be unaware of his room. First the faint sound of his spider quietly scraping the sand on her terrarium, second the sensation of the pillow on his face, then the cold of his phone as it slipped away from his hand…

And, unsupervised by the teenager's eyes, his index finger hit the ‘play’ button on the video, and the blasting of Aquiles Priester’s drums filled the room in a hot shot, followed in the same second by Virgil’s hoarse scream. The confusion and sound making the one with heterochromatic eyes stumble to a sit position, blankets and pillows falling from him as his astonished movements tried to be coordinated enough to turn off his phone before his mother woke up and decided to know why and what her son was doing up at four-darn-morning. 

The button was hit and the silence was faster in cover the room all over again, being only broken by Virgil’s shaken gasps, his trembling fingers laying on his adulterated heartbeats, taking large, wobbly deep breaths in order to normalize it, his attention entirely focused on hearing any hint of muffled step outside his room.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

He was fine. Everything was fine. 

This was only a scare.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

Okay. No sound. Virgil allowed himself to fall on his bed, stretching and humming in attempts to ground him to reality, not taking too long to let the sleepiness begin to slowly crawl to his mind again, his body feeling surprisingly much lighter than it had been in days. A yawn escaped from his lips. What the hell he was doing with his cell phone anyway?

For the second time in the night his body fled to a sitting position, the sudden calm and coziness which hit his senses now having a slightly sour taste on his mouth as the teenager realized what it meant.

His soulmate bond was complete.

His gaze flew to the small pile of fabric on the floor, a glint of a sky-blue color shining amidst it. He pushed his blankets away and his breath hitched when the full form of his soulmate’s representation was shown.

Oh no. Nononono. That was- 

That wasn’t normal. Nor supposed to happen. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. What could he do?

Virgil dropped – carefully, even if the cold on the bottom of his stomach screamed for him to run! – the object on his bed, getting across the room and right in front of his closet in a blink of an eye. The door flung open, his gaze scrambling through all his possessions in search of that specific teddy bear his mother gave him a year ago, telling it was going to help him to heal, grabbing it firmly and plopping it next to the blue fabric calmly laying on his mattress. He bit his nails while his eyes ran from an object to another, waiting for the color to somewhat jump on the plushie, where it was supposed to go in the first place.

Virgil stared inquisitively at his pillow- no, his soulmate’s representation, as if he could scare the reality into changing itself. His fingers ran through his hair, feet pacing on the floor.

 Ok. His soulmate was a pillow. A literal pillow. That was not good.

Before he could fall on his parasitizing thoughts or hide the pillow and pretend nothing had happened, a badly muffled sound reached him, making his body freeze as his brain immediately recognized what it was:

Crying.

[...]

Before is a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, yet.

Indecision is when you know very well what you want, but you think you should want another thing.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[...]

Hey, dear! Heart here again! It’s been a time, huh? I discovered a new Pet Shop nearby and a very nice old lady let me play with the puppies after school. You really should see the hamsters there! They’re the cutest, most precious soft things!!

They don’t have any snakes, sadly.

I… I hid your teddy bear and I’m getting used to not stare at the right corner of the mattress, looking for you. 

I still miss your smooth thoughts, your warmth, your advice and receipts and… you.

I think I’m getting better. The sensation is starting to feel… normal.

Remember we-

I used to-

I know you won’t really read this, but I’m trying to keep taking care of myself. 

Hooray?

Love, Heart.

[…]

Patton loved stuffed animals and this was a fact that anyone who got into his room for barely two seconds would realize. Small plushies of multicolored frogs rested on his shelves. A big polite giraffe sat on his desk, proudly showing off her new necktie and his older ones were in the closet, guarding his favorites clothes. His soulmates, of course, had a special treatment, receiving a seat on his bed, closer to him and within his research at any occasion, emergency or not.

And that was an emergency. Well…technically. 

Maybe…

Perhaps not. 

The teenager changed to a sitting position, his fingers trapping the mattress in a deadly grip, tears falling from his eyes, which was firmly focused on the moon shaped night light across his room, trying to kick out the too cold, too hot feeling the nightmare left on his skin. 

His brain felt fuzzy and his thoughts were all mushed together, way too messy to properly fight against the memories of his dream replaying on his head. The sensation of pure despair still running on his veins as the monster – tall, fast, its shadow hovering over his small form – chased him and his friends. Patton still felt his throat dry after running for what seemed hours, and for when he realized they would never manage to actually escape from it. He could feel the betrayed eyes of his loved ones as he made each one of them trip, the small period when the monster got them giving him enough time to escape, the screams ringing on his ears.

He muffled his sobs, slapping his hand on his mouth and getting up, going to his closet and grabbing his panda. It was one of the fluffiest stuffed animals he had and he could use a bit of softness right now. His steps were tired and he hid his face on the plushie even before laying on his bed again, curling around the bear as if it was the core of safeness, as if it would make all the bad thoughts and feelings go away.

As if it could erase all the nightmare and convince the part of his mind which said that if it was real life, that would be exactly what he would do, that it was wrong.

It was! It was completely wrong! Patton would never, ever, betray his friends, or hurt them, or go away when they needed most! He wouldn’t. He would fight, if it was needed. He would do his best every single time to help them! To be there. He wouldn’t just run away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be alone. He didn’t even bear that thought.

[A part of his soul struggled, firm on its position. It kept holding into a bond that directed to another soul who kept pushing him away, both refusing to change their mind.]

Bear. Patton let go of a weak, barely audible, forced giggle, squeezing the panda on his touch tighter. Panda was a bear. Heh. His tears began to calm themselves, falling slower from the corner of his eyes, a strange and sudden wave of strange, but welcomed calmness hitting him.

A sudden warm touch laid on his forehead.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Patton gasped, his wide eyes flying open to stare at the now purple plushie on his grip.

Purple. Pandas weren’t purple. He was sure this one was always white with black dots and tiny glasses on it. Definitely not purple. Not unless it was-

Oh. 

Ohhh.

Oh no.

For a moment his breath was taken, adrenaline exploded across his body and his mind went blank, his face stumbling forward to press his lips on the panda’s forehead, a completely lack of words, especially when a flow of sentences began to appear running over themselves and leading to his very tired brain to struggle in order to try to grasp their meaning before another phrase came and took its place.

[His body seemed to relax, letting go of a ball of tension Patton didn’t even realize he had in the first place.]

“Fuck, sorry, that was pretty dumb. Of course you’re not fine, why else would you be crying? What I was trying to say is: Can you get better? No, wait! That sounded harsh and it’s definitely not what I meant- wanted to say. Ehh, shit. Okay. Uhh. Breath, okay? Breathing is a good thing. You have to breathe to stay alive so I think it’s already a good start. Keep breathing, please do not die. Oh god, wait, that is not a dangerous situation, is it? Are you in danger? Are you dying? Oh, fuck I can’t hear-”

A startled giggle made a run from Patton’s lips, making his new soulmate to be quiet.

“Urg, sorry.”

“No, no. I was not laughing at you!” He adjusted his grip so the only part touching the purple bear would be him holding one of his paws, realizing he forgot to stop hugging him earlier. “I am okay. I just… didn’t want to cry on you, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t, huh, care.”

“Crazy how bonds happen nowadays.” Patton attempted a joke, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, internally wishing the other wouldn’t ask about the reason for his tears. “It-It’s hot today, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, with the Sun and everything.”

“Yeepp.” Patton sniffed, cleaning the tear track left on his cheeks before resting his back on the bed’s headboard, a beginning of a headache after that waterfall of emotions shining in the horizon.

“...Do you want to listen to a song? It helps me to calm down when I’m, ya know.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already a bit better.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Maybe it was sleepiness or the excitement of having a new soulmate, but before he could think much more about it the hidden truth was slipping from his mouth, “I’m grounded. No phone for the week.”

“That sucks.” The teenager just shrugged, hoping his soulmate would understand the action by his movement. 

Silence impregnated the room, spreading and filling his system, his eyelashes closing bit by bit.

“I know how to play guitar. I can… play a song for you. Onlyifyouwantofcourse.” The thought was quick, quiet and disappeared as soon as it arrived, leading Patton to almost believe he imagined it.

A good feeling bloomed in his chest, a smile flourishing on his face as he held his soulmate’s free hand, carefully squeezing them in what he hoped it showed his gratitude.

“I would love to.”

“’Kay. Uh, cool. Give me a second.”

And then a few minutes later his form was engulfed by warmth. Patton let go a sigh of relief, basically melting in the so caring touch, don't having the heart - that word gave a hurtful tug in his chest - to remember his new soulmate he couldn't really hear the accords, only the shy, calming humming rumbling on his chest and lullabying them to a peaceful sleep.

[~*~]

Feeling is the language the heart uses when it needs to send a message.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings.

[~*~]

"How can I call you?" 

Patton stopped his voice before that old nickname got out, scratching his throat. He should try to move on, right? 

Baby steps. 

"Pat." 

"Pat?" 

"Pat-Pat!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes, denying the small smile which appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You can call me V.”

[…]

“So, you’re a pillow.”

Patton blinked, a surprised snort filling the room. “V, I know I often say I’m soft but if you wanted to rest on me all you needed to do was ask!” He added some shadowing on some feathers, giving the drawing of the Bem-te-Vi more profundity. He was really happy he found that site about the birds of America. 

“No, I mean literally. Like… your representation is not a stuffed animal, it’s a pillow.”

“Oooh…” He blinked a few times. “I didn’t know that still happens.”

“What do you mean with ‘still happens’? This happened to you before?”

“Not with me, but I saw a video about this! Before the plushies became famous due their shape being easier to be seen as human-like, the bond would form in anything that could be quickly dyed, just like clothes, pieces of fabric, pillows… I think if they showed it to a doctor, he would describe their condition as ‘comfortable!’” Patton shook lightly the panda’s shoulder, smiling. “Uh? Got it? Comfortable? Because they’re soft?”

“Pat, that was horrible.”

“Awww, come oon.” Patton rested his chin on V’s head, forgetting his drawing for a while. “Puns are harder than knock knock jokes! You have to wait for the perfect timing to make them.” Virgil huffed. “Not even an itsy bitsy giggle?”

“Nope.”

Silence.

“Pat?”

“No. I am pouting.”

He felt a couple of pats (ha-) on his head, the touching going away in a few seconds. “You will get there some day.” The other answered his soulmate with a raspberry, giggling a bit of his own silliness before going back to his hobby. He really was planning to finish this bird today.

“The thing is… Since you’re, ya know, a pillow. I was thinking… okay, I know that this will sound weird but… I was thinking of putting some clothes on your representation so I can… try to see you better.” 

“Ah.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, sure!”

“No, no. I am! It’s just…” Patton bit his lips, lightly squeezing the shell of his ear with the hand that wasn’t holding the pencil, adjusting his body to a better sitting position. “What clothes do you have in mind? Not that I think your taste is bad or you don’t know how to choose good clothes or something like that!”

“No, it’s cool!” The thought came in the moment Patton forced himself to stop his nervous talking. “I wanted to ask you because of that, I, uh, have black t-shirts, jeans, an old grey hoodie, PJs, clothes when I was a kid, onesies, maybe I can get a dress?”

“Gasp. Do you have onesies?? Aww, I want!”

“Everyone has a onesie.” Virgil mumbled in defense, feeling his cheeks getting hot. “I have a skeleton one, a raccoon and the Toothless from How to Tra-”

“OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE TOOTHLESS!” Virgil had absolutely no idea how Pat managed to make a thought so high pitched and excited to the point the words themselves were barely understandable. “HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS, CUTE LIL DRAGON…” and then a bunch of squeaks and mumbling took over his brain just as he has hugged and then lightly bounced before suddenly everything disappeared.

He decided it was safer to let the silence prolong itself a bit longer.

…

“Pat?”

“You might need to give me a few more minutes, kiddo.”

“You need to chill, dude.” Virgil remarked, a ray of fondness shining in his words. He gathered his onesie. It was his favorite one when he was fourteen, now it didn’t even fit on him anymore and it clearly wasn’t made to be used by a pillow, as well, but it would suffice until he thought of a better solution. “Ok. Got it, you might want to use your Blocker now.”

“Okayy, it’s somewhereeeeee...” Patton rummaged the content of his backpack, looking for the earphone-shaped object. He hadn’t the chance to buy the wireless prototype, so he struggled a few seconds to untangle the cables. “Here! So, see you in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok. If you hear or feel something just touch my arm and I will immediately stop.” 

“Right!! Bye!” Patton waved, more a habit than anything else, plugging the Blocker on his ears and the cluing its ventosa behind his head, right where his cerebellum was. A few pieces of time went by before his head became partially empty, only his thoughts filling it. He put the panda away. 

It was a strange feeling, to use this outside his school, nor parallel conversation of his classmates or a teacher’s voice filling the air to distract his attention for the fact that he couldn’t hear or feel his soulmates anymore. He hummed, wondering how Lo was and writing a self note on the corner of his paper that he should check on him later, ask for him to finish that story with the smart detective he was telling him on Sunday before Patton fell asleep due the other’s habit to keep petting his hair, probably a revenge for Patton’s constant need to hugging, holding or actively interacting with his serious soulmate’s representation, more often than not receiving fond-exasperate pokes in return.

He looked through the window, mind wandering as the wind hit the tree in his neighbor’s yard, messing with its leaves. It was a bit lonely to have your thoughts all to yourself…

But not entirely bad.

[…]

“Sooo, howz does it looks like?” The naturally excited voice asked. Virgil just pressed his hand firmer on his lips, his other arm hugging his middle. His gaze fell for what it felt the umpteen time in the blue dyed pillow before him, the sleeves of  his onesie folded inwards in a poor attempt to cut half of its original length, the ‘legs’ were criss crossed and all of this ignoring, of course, the unnatural rectangular shape of the whole thing.   

‘Like shit.’ It was his first thought, but he decided to not send it to Pat.

“Weird.”

“I am looking at my pillows right now and-” giggles, “but come ooon, it’s Toothless! There is no way it isn’t at least a bit cute!”

‘You have no neck.’ He internally panicked, looking at the few, sporadic tiny blue hearts appearing amidst the black onesie, showing the representation was getting used to the new fabric attached to it. ‘A probably-head, shoulders but no neck. It’s like a reverse freaking giraffe!’

However, Virgil decided against sharing this particular vision with the other. 

“I guess. Are you… breathing well or whatever?” His tune was a mix of nonchalant and nervous, the choice of words making him wince.

“I am. Why?”

“No. Nothing. No reason.”

“Oookay.” The teenage signed at the confusion on his soulmate’s tune, why did he had to talk in the first place or be so weird making a such big deal of something stupid like that? Urg. He stared at the blue object one more time. Damn Soulmate System. Damn destiny. Damn lack of socialization skills.

…………

But, dude, really, the guy has literally no neck here, there is NO WAY he isn’t feeling nothing because of that. Pat is probably lying because he pities him after a so horrible, futile attempt of fixing what he caused. No. Wait. He can’t just assume his soulmate is lying because of his overthinking, the other part of his brain retorted. Was he overthinking? He probably was. He always did it. Or perhaps this was a correct inkling of Pat. Soulmates were supposed to do that sort of thing after some time, right? One week was enough time? What he-

“Hey!” Pat’s thought cut his own. “Sooo, now that you can ‘see’ me a bit better… hug? You can say no if you want, sure!”

Virgil blinked one, two, three times.

“Ok. But you let go when I let go, got it?”

“Sure thing, V!” Warmth bloomed in his chest when he heard his nickname, Virgil wasn’t sure why.

He embraced the representation, feeling a bit silly, the same feeling that was fast to go away as Pat hugged him as well, firm but careful. The sensation overwhelmed his senses, but in a good way, leading the one who loved guitars and got a strange hyper fixation on drums to let go a sigh, body relaxing.

He patted Pat’s back two times before finishing the touch. “There you go.”

“Thanks! Sooo, see you later.”

“Sure thing.” He agreed, wanting nothing more than a good hot bath after so many feelings in such a small period of time. 

“uwu”

“How the fu-” 

“NO SWEARING!”

“-did you do that?”

Virgil snorted, the warmth still spreading on his chest and maybe - only maybe, - having a new soulmate wasn’t an entire bad thing.

[girls-scenarios]

Play Pretend

Idol: Minju (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Heyy could I ask for a scenario of Izone Minju coming over to help her crush take care of their little sister, who forces them to roleplay with them. She insists that they are a couple, and neither of them want to be the one to deny it:)) thanks in advance

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This idea is so cute! Both the reader and Minju are in high school in the scenario since it just made sense that way. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! (BTW, (Y/S/N) stands for your sibling’s name in this scenario.)

♡ Tip Jar♡

Had anyone else asked Minju to give up her Friday night to babysit some kid, she would have quickly made up an excuse to say no. After all, babysitting wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, not when her friends were going to hand out at the carnival. But it was you asking and she could never say no to you. Especially not when you had sighed sadly after saying you couldn’t hang out and said you wished you had someone to keep you company. Without thinking, she had immediately volunteered to help you babysit, a bit too caught up in the idea of making you happy and spending the entire evening alone with you in your house.

Now that she stood in front of your door, though, imagining the cotton candy that her friends were eating, she wondered if she’d made a mistake. She hadn’t thought of it earlier, but it wasn’t like the two of you were actually going to be alone. Instead, she would be stuck dealing with a kid the entire night instead of having fun with her friends. But it was too late to turn back now, so she put on a smile as your mom opened the door and ushered her inside.

You were sitting with your younger sibling on the couch and you grinned when you saw her, soothing the pain of not getting carnival good just a bit as you jumped from the couch and walked over to greet her.

“Minju, you made it! Thanks for coming, I really appreciate your help,” you said, and she nodded as she nervously glanced around at your family. “(Y/S/N), this is my friend Minju, she’s here to play with us tonight.”

“Yay!” Your little sister jumped up and ran around the room, making your mother laugh as she got ready to go.

“Thank you again for coming over, Minju. I was a little nervous about leaving them alone,” she said, making you blush and groan.

“Mom, don’t tell her that. I’m totally able to take care of us both!”

“I know, I know, it just feels safer to have two of you here. There’s money for takeout on the table, have fun!” With a wave, your mother was gone, leaving the two of you alone with your very excited younger sister.

“(Y/N), Minju, let’s play! Come on, let’s play!”

“Okay, okay,” you said, still looking a little embarrassed. “Go get out the toys you want to play with and Minju and I will meet you in your room, is that okay?”

“Yeah!” Your younger sister ran off and you turned to Minju with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, she’s loud. And my mom’s embarrassing. Um, you can make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink?” Somehow, this nervous side of you was cute and Minju found herself smiling.

“It’s okay, I knew what I was signing up for when I offered to help you.”

“I really appreciate it, she’s a handful.” You laughed and the two of you held eye contact for a moment too long, causing her breath to catch until the voice of a very impatient child broke the moment in two.

“(Y/N), Minju!”

You sighed and motioned for Minju to follow you as you headed towards your sister’s room, calling back to her. “Coming!”

-

Your little sister was adorable, but she was a handful. As soon as Minju entered the room, she was given the task of setting up the tea table and organizing the “home” while you helped your little sister into one of her costumes. She was kept so busy, in fact, that she forgot about the cotton candy and fun thrill rides, focusing instead on setting up the collapsible table your little sister used to play house and allowing her to dress her up. Once she was finally done, your little sister guided you both to sit down at the table and gave you both little teacups, then ran off to find her toys and actions figures, leaving you both to watch her and laugh.

“She’s full of energy,” Minju commented, picking a stray feather from her hair and placing it on the small table. She couldn’t help smiling, even if she was sweating a bit from all the moving around the little girl had just made her do. “I wish I had that energy right now.”

“I know, right? I always say that she should do my homework or chores for me if she’s so full of energy, but for some reason she doesn’t want to.” You adjusted the crown on your head, making both of you burst into laughter.

“What are we supposed to be?”

“I have no idea, she’ll tell us when she gets back.”

As if on cue, the little girl burst back through the door with her arms full of action figures, dolls, and stuffed animals. “I’m back,” she announced in a yell before dumping them all over the floor and making both of you share a knowing glance. This was going to be a pain to pick up.

“What’s all this for?” You asked, and your little sister smiled as she started to set them up around the table.

“They’re your kids!”

You let out a short laugh in surprise, your eyes widening and your cheeks flushing slightly. “My what?”

“Your kids! I’m their auntie and I’m going to feed them cookies and tea and then send them back to you guys all hyper.”

This drew a laugh from Minju, as she could just imagine that the little girl was repeating something her own aunt or uncle had said. “What a good aunt you are! But who am I? You can’t leave me out.”

Your little sister blinked innocently and looked between the two of you before placing a doll right in Minju’s lap. “They’re your kids too,” she said, as if it was a given. “You guys are a couple, remember?” Her words caused both of you to freeze, and Minju could feel her face heating up as she stuttered, trying to find the words she wanted. “U-uh, what?”

“You guys are a couple and you have kids. That’s why I’m the auntie.” Your little sister put her hand on her chest proudly before turning away to grab her play teapot, and Minju dared to look over at you. You were blushing just as hard as she was, and with a sheepish smile you shrugged your shoulders.

“Sorry, I don’t know where she got that idea,” you said, “kids say the weirdest things, right?”

“R-right.” She wasn’t usually shy around you (at least, not anymore) but she could feel some of her shy nature coming back as her heart skipped a beat in her chest. Even if it was just pretend, she liked the idea of being with you a little too much, and she wondered if your sibling was really just making things up. Did the two of you look like a couple?

Just the thought made her blush harder and she swallowed, distracting herself by reaching out for the teapot and pretending to pour everyone tea, wondering if you were imagining the same thing.

-

The night went by in a blur of messy takeout and excited play. By the time the two of you finally got your sister to go to bed, you were both exhausted, flopping down onto the couch beside each other and groaning in unison.

“I thought she’d never go to sleep,” you said, closing your eyes. “She was even more excited than usual because you were here.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get her all hyped up.”

“It’s okay, she was just happy to have someone to play with.” With a small smile, you opened your eyes and turned to look at her. The two of you were only inches apart on the couch, hands almost touching, and Minju once again felt her heart skip a beat as her mouth went dry. “Thanks again for coming over. I’m sorry that you had to miss out on the carnival.”

“It’s okay, really.” She smiled back and shrugged her shoulders, surprised to find that she really didn’t mind. “The carnival is still in down tomorrow, so we can always go then. I actually had fun tonight. Your sister is funny.”

You were quiet for a moment before letting out a laugh and running a hand over your face, turning to face the TV. Some late night show was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. “I don’t know why she decided that we were a couple tonight. She just wouldn’t shut up about that.”

“Right?” Minju’s face flushed as she remembered how the little girl had made the two of you feed each other because that was “couples” do, and how she’d asked if the two of you held hands and kissed. “I didn’t realize kids paid attention to that kind of stuff,” she said, trying not to make the air awkward despite the tightness in her chest. Why was having a crush so hard?

“She probably saw it a couple on TV earlier or something. She likes to repeat things.”

“I could tell.”

The two of you lapsed into silence, but there was a slight tension in the air and her mouth felt dry as she watched the dim lights from the TV flicker against your face. Even though the light was on, the room still felt relatively dark and almost cozy. Or at least, it would be cozy if she wasn’t so nervous that she could hear her own heartbeat ringing in her ears.

There had been something in the way you looked at her when you fed her, or in the way you gave in and held her hand at your sister’s request without seeming reluctant. Neither of you were pretending. Or was she imagining it all? She wouldn’t put it past herself, and she didn’t want to ruin a friendship just because her feelings got in the way. As she usually did, she started to overthink everything that had happened that night, her mind spiraling, until your voice made her jump slightly, startling her out of her thoughts.

“You know, I didn’t hate it.” Your voice was soft and she wondered if she was imagining things until she looked over and saw the blush on your cheeks.

“W-what?”

“I didn’t hate pretending to be a couple. Or holding hands.” You looked down at your lap, twisting your fingers together. “I, um, wouldn’t mind if it was real.”

Minju took a deep breath to stabilize herself (and to make sure she didn’t say or do anything embarrassing) before she responded. “Are you saying that you wouldn’t mind to date me?”

“Yep.”

Well, this wasn’t how she had imagined things happening. She had imagined confessing to you before, and had gone through all the scenarios in her head of you saying yes or rejecting her or telling her to wait, but in none of those scenarios had you been the one to confess to her first after playing house with your little sister. But a confession was a confession, and she found herself smiling widely, giddiness building in her chest.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind dating you either.”

Finally, you looked back up to lock eyes with her, and a slow smile spread over your face. “So, should we date?”

“I think we should.” Both of you burst into giggles, and she slid closer so that her shoulder was touching yours, making her heart beat faster than ever before. “How about we make the carnival our first date tomorrow?” She asked, her eyes wide and hopeful, and you grinned brightly, leaning back into her. The tension in the air was gone, replaced with the light presence of anticipation.

“I would love that,” you said, then laughed. “I guess I’ll have to thank the little brat for getting us together in her own way.”

“No kidding. Remind me to buy her a toy while we’re out tomorrow, she deserves it!”

As the two of you sat shoulder-to-shoulder, laughing and talking in hushed, sweet voices about how funny this all was, Minju mentally thanked her past self for making that impulsive decision to give up her Friday to babysit with you. She had gone from wondering if this was a mistake to never wanting the night to end, and she didn’t regret a single thing as she rested her head on your shoulder with a contented smile, excited for what the future would bring.