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fabrowrites · 2 years ago

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Birds of a Feather

Summary:

Summer had officially reached that temperature where birds started dropping out of the sky.

Or at least that's what Red Son figured, having just watched a small figure plummet from the sky to the sand below.

🐦 1937 words 🐦 Red Son & MK & Mei 🐦 shapeshifting, mistaken/unknown identity, silly 🐦 gen/no ship, friendship 🐦 for @starlightaxolotl

ayyy starlight it’s traffic light trio time!!!!! I hope you enjoy these shenanigans friend :D hap borth and obligatory we should definitely catch up soon XD hope your birthday is great and you have a good time with friends or family :D

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Summer had officially reached that temperature where birds started dropping out of the sky.

Or at least that's what Red Son figured, having just watched a small figure plummet from the sky to the sand below.

Red Son made a tch-ing noise as he went to investigate the sorry creature. The bird was one he hadn't seen before, dark on the back but with a yellow breast and colorful underwings. It twitched feebly as his shadow fell over it. Still alive then. He frowned in disapproval.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" he asked aloud. "Don't you know that better creatures than you have perished in the heat of this desert?"

The bird, of course, gave no answer. It remained in the sand, steam starting to rise from its feathers under the unforgiving rays of the sun. Red Son sighed. Well. That was the cycle of life for you. Now the carrion birds would tear it apart, limb from limb, and the cycle would continue.

As villainous as he was, that was still a sight he didn't want to see right before dinner. He adjusted his glasses and turned to go.

A pitiful cheep froze him in his tracks.

Red Son turned around. The bird's visible eye was open now, and it was looking directly at him with a pathetic expression. He glared at it. "No. No, don't give me that look. You were idiotic enough to come into the desert, now you reap the rewards of that stupidity."

The bird's eyes were big. One shiny tear slipped free and fell sizzling to the sand like oil in a frying pan. Red Son pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

"Oh, fine!" He tugged down his sleeves so they covered his hands. Cautiously, he approached the animal. "Don't even think about attacking me," he warned. "One wrong move and I'll burn you to a crisp much faster than the sun will."

But on closer inspection as he stooped beside it, it seemed the bird had lost consciousness again. Red Son cursed to himself. He picked the bird up. Its tiny chest fluttered against his fingertips and its body was warm to the touch. If he actually was going to do something about the sorry creature, he needed to get it out of the heat.

He climbed into his car and set the bird in the passenger seat. The first lurch forward almost had it tumbling off the edge, so Red Son stopped and put it on the floor mat instead. He wasn't that far out from the fortress, and soon enough, he was pulling up the bridge that led to the garage.

Red Son parked his car. He picked up the bird again and held it close to his front. Now to get to his room. He could teleport there, of course, but he didn't know what the flames might do to the creature. So the long way it was.

He snuck from the garage towards the living quarters of the fortress, eyes alert for anyone around. He hadn't run into anyone and was just thinking he was in the clear when he stepped into the sitting room and someone cleared their throat.

Red Son jumped back. "Oh! Mother!"

His mother sat in a chair by the fire, a book in her lap. "You were gone for a long time," she said, putting in a bookmark and closing the pages. "I was about to become concerned."

"I was on my way back," Red Son started, and then remembered he couldn't say what took up his time. He shoved the bird behind his back. It made a squeaking sound not unlike an inflatable chicken.

His mother looked up sharply. "What was that?"

Red Son smiled innocently. "Nothing! Ha ha, I heard nothing. And in completely unrelated news, I've got to run up to my bedroom really quickly, so if you'd excuse me..."

His mother looked suspiciously at him, but to Red Son's relief, she didn't push the topic. "Well, just be back down in time for Monopoly night," she said, opening her book again. "Your father promised not to break the board this time, and I do look forward to crushing him again."

"Right," Red Son said. "Well. I will return shortly."

He walked with a dignified air until he was out of her sight, and then broke into a dash. He didn't stop until he was in his room, breathing slightly harder, bird braced against his chest. He didn't think his mother would actually do anything to the creature if she saw it, but the risk of her quiet disapproval was more than enough to have him shutting and locking the door behind him.

Transportation successful, he set the bird on his bed. But what next? He pulled out his phone and searched Baidu. Several minutes later, and armed with his new knowledge, he set about making a temporary holder for the animal.

He rooted around in his closet until he found an old cardboard box and used one of his screwdrivers to drill some holes into its sides. Then he found a grease rag- unused, he wasn't a moron- and set it in the bottom of the box. He frowned. Food and water. It would probably need those. He took the back way down to the kitchen and stole some fruit and bowls from the kitchen clones and returned to his room.

The bird still lay motionless on his bed, but when he lifted it to move it into the box he felt for and found its pulse. Still alive. It would have been a waste of effort if after all of this, it had died before he put it in the box. He arranged the bird in the dip of the rag and placed the dishes beside it. Then, at at loss of anything else to do, he closed the lid and sat back.

He was sitting alone in his bedroom, torn apart in his search to find the items he needed to make the temporary birdcage, and now that there was nothing distracting him since the bird was safe, Red Son came to a sudden, horrifying realization.

He'd just rescued a dying bird like some kind of pathetic do-gooder. Oh, Celestial Realm above. What kind of a - of a hero were those noodle-brains corrupting him into?

Red Son had his mini-crisis for five minutes. Then he turned the timer off his phone and went downstairs to join his family for dinner and games. There was no better way to remind oneself of their villainy than by playing Monopoly, after all, and even if his mother was guaranteed to win, he could still best his father.

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Red Son awoke to the feeling of someone watching him.

His eyes flew open. Dark human eyes stared back at his from mere inches away.

Red Son screamed. Flames burst around him, incinerating his blanket and bedspread in one explosive blast of heat. Dang it. And he'd been so close to going a month without burning another blanket, too. The newcomer jumped back with an excited shout. Eyes widening, Red Son realized just who was in his room.

"Wha- Noodle Boy?"

MK beamed back at him. "Hey, you're finally awake!"

Red Son spluttered. "What do you mean, "finally?" What are you doing in my house? Where did you even come from?"

"Oh boy, that's a long story." MK rubbed the back of his neck. "You see, I was flying around as a bird, you know, just for funsies, and then I passed out and you brought me here to your house." He paused. "Actually, I guess it wasn't that long of a story. Huh."

"You left out the part where Red Boy tended to your wounds and gave you little bowls of fruit slices," a new voice piped up.

Red Son screamed again. Thank goodness the fortress was so huge. Mother and Father probably couldn't hear him; that, or they'd just grown used to his random outbursts at all hours of the day. "Dragon Girl?"

"Mei," MK complained, glaring at the girl Red Son just noticed sitting at his desk biting into another orange, skin and all. "I didn't even have any wounds to tend to. What are you talking about?"

"How did you even get here?" Red Son demanded, pointing a shaking finger at her.

Mei popped the last bite of orange in her mouth. "A girl has her ways," she said ominously, face shadowed in sudden darkness.

Red Son blinked. She grinned back, all sunny again. "Nah, MK opened the window and I just climbed up."

"This bedroom is on the third floor of the fortress," he said slowly. "The bricks that make up the outer wall reach a temperature hot enough to melt the skin off of one's hand."

"Yep!"

Red Son scrubbed a hand down his face. "Alright. Clearly, I have been staying up too late in the forge again and I've started hallucinating the menace duo in my room."

He could hear the pout in MK's voice without even looking up. "Aww, c'mon, Red Son. We're not menaces."

"Speak for yourself," said Mei. "I live my life to be as menacing as possible."

Red Son glared at her. She smiled innocently back. "Anyway," she said, swiping her hands on her shorts and standing. "We probably should get going before Piggy dies of worry. Thanks for taking care of him, Red Boy!"

"I did not-!"

"No, you definitely did!" MK said cheerily. "Red Son's just a big ol' mama bird."

"Mama bird!" Mei crowed, and began an obnoxious routine of chirping and peeping and making kissy lips that were probably supposed to resemble a beak.

Red Son growled. He lunged for them- either of them, it didn't matter, they both could can it, but Mei laughed and slipped under his arm and MK jumped back, a strange, golden light building up around his edges. A flash of light flooded the room, and when Red Son opened his eyes again, MK was gone and the bird was in his place. Looking at it now that he knew it was the noodle boy, he begrudgingly saw the resemblance. It even had a tuft of bright red feathers around its forehead like the dumb headband that he wore.

"See you around, Red Son!" the bird chirped.

With impossible strength it held onto Mei with its tiny feet and lifted her into the air, wobbling all the way like a drunken pigeon.

"Open the window-!" Red Son started, but was too late as they crashed through the glass, shattering it and sending shards of glass across his floor and presumably into the lava moat below.

"Whoops, sorry!" shouted Mei, her voice already moving into the distance.

"-you morons," he finished with a defeated sigh, lowering his hand and slapping it against his forehead instead.

Intentionally or not, he couldn't help but listen to the sound of her giggles and MK's chirpier laughter fading away until he could no longer hear them. Then, rolling his eyes, he got up and prepared himself for the day.

(When he sat down for breakfast, he caught sight of his mother watching him from the corner of his eye. "What?" he asked defensively, pausing in cutting up his toast.

"Nothing," his mother said. Her expression was soft, softer than he'd seen it in some time. "It's just good to see you smiling again."

Red Son shoved a piece of toast in his mouth and chewed furiously, staunchly ignoring the way the tips of his ears heated at her words.)

#fic #my fic #lmk #red son #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk red son #starlightaxolotl

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tinkerbellwoo · 4 years ago

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Ateez As Types Of People At A House Party

Hongjoong

This dude is the babysitter for sure

Socialising with his friends one minute and “Mingi! Get down from there!” the next

Likes to drink socially but you won't catch him drunk since he has to take care of his 6 crackhead kids (Seonghwa does not apply lol)

100% will join in on a freestyle dance contest and will win

Very social and smiley, will get along with most people

10/10 Hongjoong best babysitter

Seonghwa

Kind of shy but once he gets a few beers down his neck he's all good

Will ignore the chaos the other members are causing and pretends he isn’t associated with them

Gets super uncomfortable with the amount of crumbs and empty cups so begins to clean when nobody is watching

Everybody wants to see him drunk until he does a sexy dance to ‘Baby Shark’

Would honestly probably zone out at one point due to the chaos

Help him pls he just wants to go home

Yunho

Twerk master - it’s over for these hoes when he starts bouncing cakes

Excited puppy, will talk to anyone and be super smiley

This dude will not sit down though! Absolutely determined to be everywhere at once

He’s the one to call the ambulance for another member when they fuck themselves up

“Bro I told you it was a bad idea... Wooyoung got it on video though it’s so funny you gotta watch it”

Drinking game ace! Everybody wants to be on his team and he’ll play with anyone and everyone

Yeosang

Walks into the house and asks for the wifi password before even greeting anyone

He definitely is the reason for a member needing an ambulance due to his encouragement towards the terrible idea to do a front flip off of the roof

Sips his drink in amusement as he watches people make bad decisions

This dude is like a fox, you hardly see him, doesn't communicate much, quiet but knows and sees everything

Approaches the other members while they talk to their friends just so he can bring up an embarrassing story about them from years ago to make people laugh

A savage... just an absolute savage

San

Loud as fuck part 1

His favourite song comes on and its game over, jumping all over the place and screaming the lyrics as he holds his drink in the air

Always on the same team as Wooyoung when playing beer pong and will do their “Amicus Ad Aras” shit as people stand there confused

The only time he’s quiet is when he goes to the bathroom but you know when he returns because he starts yelling in the doorway

He always has a drink in his hand and brings refills for his friends so they can get as drunk as him

Laughs at people when they hurt themselves but will ask if they are okay

Mingi

Now this dude... This dude is the one that needs the ambulance

Gets too drunk and is convinced he is invincible, resulting in him attempting a front flip into the pool from the roof (with encouragement from Yeosang) and misses the pool

The tallest motherfucker in this joint, you can spot him from a mile away

Fascinated by the fish tank in the living room and will start communicating with the fish

Would probably be an emotional drunk and start crying when the fish don't respond to him

Is the main member that Hongjoong has to keep an eye on because he's got different personalities based on what alcohol he gets drunk on...

Wooyoung

Loud as fuck part 2

He’s the paparazzi dude, always filming shit and taking pictures of everything. His snapchat story is definitely like an hour long

Always screaming “Ayyy”

You can hear him laugh from the other side of the house

Friends with E V E R Y O N E

Encourages people (especially Seonghwa) to get drunk off their face so he can take pictures and laugh. Just a bad influence but a lot of fun

Do not trust him around people that pass out! He will draw shit on your face with a sharpie and post about a dozen pictures of his pranks

Jongho

This kid ALWAYS has a fucking Smirnoff Ice in his hand

You can catch him leaning against a wall or a counter as he brags to the ladies about how he can break apples in half with his bare hands

Puts his fist through a watermelon and acts like it’s no biggie to impress the females and scare off the dudes

Everyone screams the lyrics but this kid belts the words with perfect tone lmfao

Questionable freestyle dancing

Laughs when the ambulance arrives because he knows it’s for one of his members

Sets his lock screen to the photo Wooyoung took of Mingi mid-flight before his little accident

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A/N - Hi! Firstly I’d like to point out that this should in no way be taken seriously nor should it be seen as an accurate representation of the boys, it is 100% a joke and just a bit of banter. I’ve had this idea for a little while and wanted to do something different with a bit of a crack vibe to it haha. I enjoyed making this so expect similar OT8 content in the future and let me know if you want to see more! Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

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sleeping-lilies · 4 years ago

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Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad�� (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

#dbsjxjjs the batkids just have an attachment to dick’s apartment #the batkids: sir thats my emotional support apartment you can’t just move #fuck you all damian is very well versed in internet culture he just chooses to not use it #dick was around in the time of VINE. YALL.#the fact that dick is the only one with like a normal job fjsjsks #he’s the only one that does his taxes too besides bruce #bruce trying his best and that’s all i will accept. i love him.#jason: wannabe cryptic vs damian: cryptic king.#cass just. beats up her brothers because she can. she deserves it too.#tim deserves nice things so i gave him a cat.#duke is so funny i love him.#he’s like “time to fuck up tim’s life again heheheh”#duke is literally 16? a teen? he’s mean by default thats it #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #featuring those damn gymnastics kids 😩#mine

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uweiy · 3 years ago

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The Mark/Ouwen Sickfic no one asked for pt. 4

(aka Not an Exact Science on ao3)

pt. 1/pt.2/pt. 3

"I kissed Ouwen." Mark tells Hsuan Yu over coffee.

Hsuan Yu is still mixing his own cup, facing away from Mark

"Hmm."

"And it was nice. Really really nice." Mark adds.

"That's great Mark."

Mark simply observes, and catches the exact moment his words arrive at Hsuan Yu's brain.

"Wait. Waaaaaaiiiiiit."

Hsuan turns his upper body towards Mark.

"Dai Ouwen ? You– ?"

"Mh mmhh."

A beat.

"Huh. I guess that makes sense."

Mark frowns.

"What do you mean it makes sense ?? Nothing makes sense."

Hsuan Yu looks at him like he's trying to figure out exactly what Mark is missing.

Mark had hoped Hsuan Yu could enlighten him, but clearly he hadn't understood the depth of the situation, so Mark was not the one missing something.

"He is a great person." Huan Yu simply says.

"Right." Whatever Mark had planned to say, that he has to agree with first. "He's always so cool and calm and dependable. And he tries to pretend like he's not nice but he's really nice. Let me tell you, he has such a soft side to him, I have never seen him refuse anyone anything."

He thinks a bit.

"I don't want him to get taken advantage of because of that. Like what happened with his ex ya know ?'

Huan Yu just nods, a sly smile making its way into his face "Mmhmh." Mark doesn't like it.

"What."

Hsuan Yu settles on the counter, bringing his face closer to Mark's so as to look at him straight into the eyes. His gaze makes Mark uncomfortable and he shifts in his seat.

"What."

"You. Like. him." Hsuan Yu enunciates.

"Ayyy ?? No way." Mark frowns, retreating proportionately to Hsuan Yu's forward movement.

"Seriously." Hsuan Yu starts counting on his fingers.

"1. You want his attention. All the time. Seriously I never see you around as much as when he is here. 2. You want to take care of him. You just said so." He adds when Mark opens his mouth to protest.

"3. You get jealous."

"Jealous ?? I don't get jealous."

"Imagine someone else asks him out. You would be totally fine with it ?"

"Of course." Mark shrugs. "As long as it's not an asshole like his ex. But hey Ouwen would still hang out with me right ? And he has to find someone that makes him eat his vitamins. Oh and did I mention, not an asshole like his ex ? But good men are hard to find... Actually maybe he shouldn't date, it's safer that way."

He nods at his own wise words.

Hsuan Yu looks at him in awe but also like he's questioning what the fuck he's seeing. He gestures with his hands.

"Okay but suppose he does. Would you be totally okay with him kissing someone else ?"

Mark tries to picture it. Ouwen kissing someone, that is not him.

"They shouldn't do it in front of me.' he says finally

"Why ?"

"I don't like it."

"Why ?"

"Because... Because..." He struggles to find an explanation. Two men kissing is weird right ?? Definitely weird.

Why then was it that he didn't mind one bit when it was him kissing Ouwen. Why was it that he had wanted to keep doing it ? Why was it that when he tried to picture Ouwen with someone he very badly wanted the person at Ouwen's side to be hi–'

"Oh."

Huan Yu snaps his fingers at Mark "Aaaaand there we have it."

He gets up and clasps Mark on the shoulder as he walks past him." You'll have to excuse me, I have some clients to take care of. But–" He says into Mark's ear "–seems like you, my friend, have some thinking to do."

And leaves a pretty dumbfounded Mark behind.

___

Ouwen sits up slowly, looking away from Mark so as to conceal his eyes which are frantically darting from side to side.

What. What. What what what–

For all the thinking that he does. He hadn't envisioned that. At all.

His heart is now beating way too loudly and he feels a complicated mix of emotions rising, among which something that resembles hope.

It could be a joke. But Mark is not that cruel.

The only option left was that Mark truly believed that–

I think I like you.

Ah.

Ouwen remembers then, that it's Mark. and suddenly his stomach weighs a thousand pounds.

"Ouwen ?" Mark says from behind him.

Ouwen tries gather his thoughts. He turns towards Mark and smiles sadly.

"I'm flattered." Ouwen hears himself say, and it sounds wrong, even to his own ears. "but maybe you would like to think about it again ?

"It's something that is quite common among our clients, actually. It's easy to have a passing infatuation with someone that is both new in your life, and you consistently encounter. However, objectively, we are very different people. You can understand how this doesn't give a solid basis for a relationship. Ehm. If that is. What you want."

Briefly lost himself there. And pulls himself together. He can do this. It's his job after all.

"A few weeks ago you were I quote 'obsessed' with Joanna. And before Joanna, it was someone else. One of the reasons for that could be that you are still unsure of searching what you are looking for in a partner ?

"In any case, you're probably going to change your mind in a few weeks–"

Because if when he changes his mind, Mark would be able to just go on with his life while Ouwen's heart would shatter in a million pieces and he'd be left alone to pick them up. Ouwen would like to spare himself some trauma thank you very much and just wait for whatever Mark thinks he feels to go away.

"–And I don't want it to be awkward between us when you do." That would suck, for lack of a better term.

Mark listens with wide eyes a and slightly bewildered expression as he seems to take in what Ouwen is saying.

So Ouwen adds, as gently as he possibly can, even if he doesn't really want to, even if it twists some part of his gut

"You're. You are special to me so, we can just pretend this never happened. I would really like for us to keep being friends."

Mark's brow furrow lightly and he lowers his eyes. Ouwen thinks he might have gotten through to him when Marks looks up at Ouwen again.

"You didn't say you didn't like me."

Ouwen huffs in frustration. "Did you hear what I just said ? That's not what it is about. And whether I like you or not has only little to do with the situation."

"Of course it does ! If you don't like me... I learned my lesson you know. There's nothing I can do."

He looks somewhat like a kicked puppy and Ouwen has to resist the overwhelming urge to comfort him.

"But if you do like me at least a little, I'll definitely make you give me a chance."

Suddenly Ouwen doesn't know what to say anymore.

"How sure are you ?" He asks before he can stop himself.

"Eh ?"

"That you like me. You said you 'think' you like me. I can't... I can't.... if you're not sure."

"Oh come on." Mark whines. "It just sounded less pathetic than 'I really like you and I really don't know what I'm going to do if you don't like me back'. Do you know how hard that was to say by the way ? 'Flattered' this, 'Passing infatuation' that. I know I date easily, but I haven't told anyone that before."

Ouwen does feel a bit like an asshole then.

"You haven't ?"

"Except maybe one girl in like second grade but that doesn't count. Anyway, haven't said it to anyone, y'know, seriously. I–" He pauses. blushes. Then seems to come to a decision.

"I had never fallen for a man before so maybe that's why I didn't– Or maybe I had but y'know... couldn't accept it or whatever. Hsuan Yu helped and yeah...well. In any case, I'm glad it's you." He runs his hand through his hair.

"Whatever, what I'm trying to say is... Yeah I'm sure."

Even though Ouwen has had a bit of trouble following the jumble of Mark's sentences, he said the latter part with a certainty that leaves Ouwen speechless.

Mark presses. "So, just tell me. Do you like me or not ?"

Ouwen can tell for sure that it's sincere. Mark likes him, and he's fine with it. Even comfortable with it, in a way Ouwen would not have thought possible.

"Dai Ouwen. If you're asking, that means you do right ? I think you do."

Finally, it bursts out of Ouwen.

"Yes. Yes okay ?? I like you. "

"Really ??"

"I just said so didn't I." Ouwen sighs. "You can stop asking now." Mark laid his heart open on the table there. Ouwen figures the least he can do is be honest.

Mark exhales

"Oh thank god."

And kisses him. He withdraws pretty quickly.

It's not much of a kiss, compared to the one they've shared before. Just a brief press of lips, as if to reassure himself, to make it tangible. Ouwen's stomach still does a backflip.

"We can figure out the rest together, right ?"

Mark sounds hopeful and bit cautious and when has Ouwen ever been able to refuse him anything ?

"Okay."

He must be crazy. This makes no sense. This is not safe, unpredictable and definitely not a match that their company would have suggested. He's not sure he wants to know what their compatibility tests would say but frankly, in that precise moment, he doesn't care.

"I really, really want to kiss you again right now." Mark says, still looking a bit dazed. He didn't move out of Ouwen's space, hovering inches away from Ouwen's lips.

Ouwen half heartedly tries to push him away

"I'm still sick."

Mark barely seems to register it.

"Eh. At worst I'll take a sick leave too." He answers absent mindedly before he moves forward and just like last time they instantly click– and Ouwen's mind goes blank. His fingers curl on Mark's biceps.

Mark pushes further into him until he has him lying on the couch, and all further protests –and reservations and doubts Ouwen might have had– just scatter away.

Maybe this is not such a terrible decision afterall.

___

"Mark" Ouwen hums against Mark's clavicle, as they are both comfortably sprawled on the couch, one of Mark's hands running up and down Ouwen's back.

"Mmh ?"

"Thank you."

"Eh ? What for ?"

"Just... For being there. And for the soup."

"Ah, it's nothing."

Mark thinks for a bit "You know I didn't do it just so would agree to date me right ? I just wanted you to get well."

"I know, I know." Ouwen quickly assures him. Mark really just is that kind of person. He probably would have done the same for like, Hsuan Yu. "Do you have the recipe ?"

"Oh... You know it's just... chicken... Some onions... Whatever, making soup is not an exact science. If it's nice that's what counts right ?"

Ouwen blinks. He might be stretching but somehow Mark's words hit a deeper topic than just... soup.

Ouwen smiles, feeling a lot lighter. "Who knows. Maybe you're right."

Mark looks at him quizzically.

"That is one uncharacteristic answer? Anyway, Just ask me when you want some I'll make another one for you."

"Wow. You really just winged it."

"Yep."

Mark is silent for a few seconds. Then he says, quietly.

"It is what I want, by the way."

"What ?"

"A relationship."

Ouwen props his chin up and smiles. His cheeks will hurt if he keeps smiling like this but he can't help it.

"Okay."

Then after a few seconds. "Still. Give me a recipe for the soup. What if we break up ?"

"Dai Ouwen. You finally agreed to be with me and you're talking about a break up already ?" Ouwen hears how whiny Mark's voice is and can't help but chuckle. Messing with Mark is guaranteed to work.

Ouwen nuzzles against Mark's neck again. "Mhh. You never know."

Marks hand is still stroking his back.

"Nonsense. Just go to sleep."

Ouwen does.

___

Previous/Epilogue

A.N : IDK why writing this was so hard. I tried to finish and wrap up nicely all the insecurities that came up in previous parts and such... And maybe it makes more sense with the little changes I made/I added on ao3, though I tried to make it so it tied nicely with the versions here as well. And for some reason Mark and Ouwen's inner voices are really hard to find for me. Anyway, there will be a teeny tiny epilogue :)

I'll upload it on ao3 tomorrow –since I haven't caught up there yet– so I hope it won't seem as long there...

#you can also read part 1 to 3 on ao3 if you prefer #love is science?#mark/ou wen #taiwanese drama #twdrama #taiwan drama #戀愛是科學 #lian ai shi ke xue #laskx #a brief summary could be #mark needed to think and ouwen needs to think less lol #holy shit I hadn't noticed how much longer than the others this one was #the others are like nice bit sized parts while this one is like a devil-spawn's word scribble lol

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heartofsnark · 3 years ago

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I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship (Misty/Fem!V/Jackie) Smut

Notes: Sooooo, this isn't really canon to my V's like story, as far as like her actual series goes (which you should look at if you want plot with your porn ayyy) but more of a fun what if, that I was possessed to write at 8am and am now publishing at 2:40 am cause I've lost control of my life and wanna see these three fuck.

Warnings: Vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampies, unprotected sex (fucking wrap it before you tap it, fucking hell Jackie) blowjobs, oral sex, licking cum out of a vagina, just porn, so much porn.

Summary: V has a problem, many problems, but we're focusing on the one for today. Her, Jackie, and Misty are friends; really good friends. Completely platonic and chill friends. They're her best friends in fact, the closest friends she's ever had. So, why does she want to fuck them so bad?

*Also, the V in this is my own, she is a cis woman and also deaf.

V has a problem, multiple problems if she’s being honest, but one in particular has been overwhelming her as of late. She doesn’t do romantic love, she’s told herself time and time again. A misguided crush as a child and a ‘what could have been’ when she was a slightly older child. Times when she thought she was in love or could have ended up there, but her hopes were dashed with cruel words or chance. And every other encounter since has been either platonic or just sex. You can be V’s friend or you can fuck her; no room for romance or muddy waters in the merc’s heart.

At least that’s what she says.

At least that’s what she thought.

Then she met Jackie and Misty. The Heywood boy who took her in. His sweetheart of a girlfriend. Her feelings are platonic, she tells herself. Friends, practically family, a platonic sort of love she’s so rarely found. And that’s more than enough, her feelings and desires don’t go beyond that, she tells herself.

She watches Jackie workout at times, meant to spot him. His muscle corded arms strained as he lifts weights, veins prominent and sweat tracing patterns down his skin. Freckled face flushed with exertion and V’s mouth dry at the thought of tasting the salt of his skin.

But, they’re friends.

V will catch herself staring at Misty from time to time when she visits the older woman’s Esoterica shop, getting tarot card readings and helping sort any new inventory that’s come in. Never missing the way Misty’s skirt rides up her thighs, showing a peek of soft thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.

But they’re friends.

It's purely platonic when Jackie ruffles her hair, a big warm hand the size of her head, a grin wider than a canyon and sun glinting off his gold cyberware. The butterflies in her stomach and the flush on her face mean nothing more, they’re friends.

And it's strictly platonic when she and Misty bleach their hair together, legs practically entangled when they wait on the couch together. The way V’s breath catches at the press of skin and the sound of Misty laughing is just… They’re friends, really, just friends.

They’re just friends, her mind screams when she’s sharing a bed with Jackie, pressed close to his warm body and inhaling the smell of his cologne. His large arms wrapped around her and thoughts flickering to if he’d let his hands move lover.

Just friends, she tries to beat into her own head, when she’s reminded of Misty’s hands gently holding her bruised chin after a bad gig. Close enough V could nearly kiss her black painted lips, what would it feel like having dark lipstick smeared across her neck?

They’re just friends, but sometimes she wishes they weren’t; she tells herself in shame after a night spent thinking of them in Jackie’s bed, him out on a date with Misty. V’s hand wet with her own slick after hours imagining she was pressed between them, the smell of her sweat sticking to his sheets.

Moving out will help, she decides. A little more space, a few more boundaries will keep those lines from blurring so easily. Her friends, just friends, are there to help her move in and set up her new megabuilding apartment.

Once everything is settled in, V orders them all takeout for dinner, the least she can do. The trio sits on the floor around her table, the holoprojector showing advertisements above their head. The curved built-in sofa is behind them, but its too far from the table to comfortably eat, plus it doesn’t afford the comfort of being closer to each other. Misty and Jackie sitting, nearly on top of each other across the table from V. Trying not to stare at the way his fingers toy with Misty’s sweater.

“Can’t believe you’re actually moving out, chica,” Jackie comments after swallowing down a mouthful of dumplings. She swears she hears a hint of melancholy in his voice, but maybe it’s wishful thinking.

“Can’t mooch off of you and Mama Welles forever,” she signs and talks, comfortable talking when it's just them. The words flow easier, her throat less raw and blocked off.

“For the billionth time, you ain’t no fuckin’ mooch, V.”

“So you say.” V rolls her eyes and takes a drink of Nicola.

“Personally, I’m happy about it,” Misty states and that soda suddenly feels like cement in V’s throat. One of her worst fears potentially realized, that Misty or Jackie see her as an interloper, an intrusion on their relationship. That Misty is sick of some random woman sleeping in her boyfriend’s bed.

“Why’s that?” Jackie asks, half of an eggroll in his mouth.

“‘Cause now I don’t have to sneak around Mama Welles to see V, too.”

“Oh,” V swallows hard, feeling the air return to her lungs, “that’s right, I’ll never understand that whole thing. ”

Misty is one of the sweetest people in the world and V’s always considered Jackie’s mom just as nice, but for some reason the two can’t seem to see eye to eye. Mama Welles hung up on Jackie getting back with one of his ex’s.

“She’ll come around eventually, Ma just takes a while to warm up to people.”

“Me, not people, just me. Pretty sure, she’d jump for joy if you and V were dating,”

V chokes on her noodles, heat flushing up to her hairline at the thought. Not helping, Misty, not helping. Misty laughs at her, V trying to recompose herself.

“Why would you say that?”

“Uh, ‘cause it’s true!~ She adores you, V. Not that I can blame her.”

“Pfft,” V rolls her eyes, scoffing, “trust me, she’d turn on me in a heartbeat if I tried to steal away her precious baby boy.”

V teases Jackie, reaching across the table to squeeze at his cheek, he smacks away her hand, grinning and a flush of red across his cheeks.

“Fuck off!”

“True, she is so protective of her precious, Jaquito~” Misty joins in, giggling and scratching her nails along his chin.

“I didn’t sign up to be harassed today,” he pretends to complain.

“No sign up necessary, my harassment comes free and unsolicited~,” V reaches for an eggroll and accidentally knocks an open can of cola into Jackie’s lap, “shit!”

“Ah, fuck,” Jackie flinches a bit as cold soda hits his crotch.

“Sorry, sorry,” V blurts out, grabbing up napkins and starting to reach over the table to dry him.

“I, uh, got it! It’s fine!” Jackie quickly stops her and she realizes she was a fraction of an inch away from trying to rub his dick dry.

“Uh, right, sorry, I, sorry.” V falls back on her but, trying to pretend she isn’t embarrassed by the instinct.

“Its okay, V,” Jackie insists, trying to dry his pants, “what’s a wet sticky dick between friends?”

“Jackie!” V yells at his innuendo, the audacity of this man, meanwhile Misty is giggling behind her hand.

“It shouldn’t stain,” Misty says when she stops giggling, rubbing Jackie’s shoulder, “I think you left some clothes at my place, you can change there, so you don’t have to wear wet pants all the way back to Heywood.”

And that’s right, they’ll be leaving at some point. She’ll be having her first night alone in her apartment, just her… She taps her fingers against the floor, staring at a seam on her couch. She’s an adult, she reminds herself, she can handle being alone.

“Yeah, we’ll go ahead and get out of your hair, V.”

“Yeah, yeah, appreciate the help,” she hopes her signing and voice don’t give away her discomfort. Then there’s a gentle hand over her own, neatly painted black fingernails on her skin, warm and smooth skin compared to V’s more calloused flesh. Misty having shifted closer to the side of the table, so she could reach V.

“Unless, you don’t want us to go?”

“Uhh,” what kind of adult can’t be alone in her own apartment, V admonishes herself, “I-”

“You still have trouble sleeping alone, right?” Jackie asks, raising an eyebrow, eyes concerned.

“I mean… I don’t expect anyone to coddle me, I-”

“It's not coddling, V, we care about you. Adjusting is hard and if us sleeping here tonight helps, we’re happy to do it.”

“You know we’d do anything for you, chica.”

“Uh, okay then, I can sleep on the couch and you two can have the bed-”

“Pffft,” Jackie scoffs, “don’t be stupid, we’ve been sharing a bed half that size for the past three months, V. The last thing I expect is for you to sleep on the couch.”

“Okay, if you’re both cool with it.”

And that’s how she ends up in her new bed with her two friends. Misty wearing a set of V’s sleep clothes, the shorts and shirt riding up slightly on the older woman just a few inches taller than the merc. Jackie stripped down to just his boxer briefs and V is accustomed to that she reminds herself, her partner in crime, sleeping in his underwear next to her more times than she can count. But, lately everything feels...muddier.

V faces the wall, on her side, Misty and Jackie cuddling behind her. They nearly pulled her between them, but she stopped them, insisting she sleep fine so long as there’s just someone near her. And that’s true, the warmth and knowledge that she’s not alone helps plenty, but more so she’s just not sure she would have survived the night pressed between them. Even like this… she struggles to sleep, feeling their bodies radiating warmth behind her. She stares at the wall and tries to name stars, her go to trick for sleeping.

Then there’s shifting movement behind her, the feeling of the bed shifting a bit, and Misty’s foot slightly nudging V’s ankle. The little merc twists around onto her other side to see what’s going on, if Misty or Jackie need something and her breath catches in her throat.

Misty is pressed tight to Jackie’s chest, the couple spooning with her back to his front. His face is pressed into her neck, V can’t hear his face nor read his lip, but she can see them moving against Misty’s skin. Jackie’s large hands are toying with Misty’s body, one hand down between her thighs and the other pushing her shirt up to grope her breast. Misty’s eyes are shut, head arched back just slightly, mouth slightly open as her boyfriend teases her.

V can’t help but stare, face a sharp shade of crimson, at the sight of the shirt being pushed up to reveal the underside of Misty’s breast, the muscles in Jackie’s forearm tightening as he fingers her. Its a lot to take in, the sight, the feelings; the knowledge that they’d do this just inches from V. Desire and heat build in her center, her cunt getting wet at watching her friends fool around, finding herself imagining what it’d be like to have Jackie’s thick calloused fingers pushing inside of her or how soft Misty’s breast would feel in her hand. Then Jackie pushes the shirt all the way up above Misty’s chest, plump breasts and stiffening nipples on full display.

V shouldn’t be seeing this; shame and humiliation mix with her arousal.

Friends. They’re friends, damn it!

The speed at which V turns away from the sight, sends her half into the wall; knee and hands hitting it. She can feel Misty and Jackie shooting up behind her, mattress shifting, V tries to burrow down into her pillow hoping the two will somehow be convinced she just moved in her sleep. But the hand rubbing over her shoulder tells her that’s not the case. She forces herself to sit up and face her friends, just friends…

Misty and Jackie are sitting up more in the bed, Misty’s clothes back in place. Their faces are both flushed, Jackie isn’t making eye contact with V. Misty hands V her hearing aid case, a gentle unspoken request for her to put them in so it’s easier to talk. And V doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to deal with this, doesn’t want to ruin this. But she can’t deny the soft look in Misty’s emerald green eyes, sliding her hearing aids in.

“Sorry, chica…” Jackie awkwardly apologizes the second V can hear.

“Okay…night... ” Is all V can manage, hoping this will be the end of it, hoping she doesn’t have to confront everything swelling up inside of her. V reaches up to take out her hearing aids, intent on just quickly pulling them out and rolling back over, to pretend this never happened.

Misty’s hand reaches her face first, cupping V’s chin and forcing the merc to make eye contact. Though her eyes do drift back and forth between Misty’s lips and eyes. The closeness makes it all the more tempting to just kiss her…

But Misty beats her to it, nothing but tender press of their lips together. And V never in a million years believed of the three that Misty would be the one to break first. Yet here they are, a soft kiss that lasts all of a moment before Misty starts to pull away, a quick peck meant to test the waters, but V chases after it, capturing the older woman’s lips again. Her kiss is a far cry from Misty’s, hungrier, deeper and anything but chaste as she pushes her tongue into the blonde’s mouth.

“Shit,” Jackie curses, voice low and hungry as he watches his girlfriend and best friend makeout. V smiles into the kiss, finally breaking away.

“We’re a pair of Catholic school girl uniforms away from acting out Jackie’s favorite BD, aren’t we?” V can’t help but tease remembering a few… select pieces from her friends collection.

“Hey!”

V falls back against the bed laughing, that sort of tension and fear melting away. Misty and Jackie laugh too; the sound music to V’s ears, the merc suddenly thankful she kept the hearing aids in. They kissed and the world didn’t end. There’s no irreparable damage and if they wanted maybe they could all leave it there, a weird exchange that ended in laughter. Nothing has to change. One kiss between friends, no big deal.

Then Misty is climbing over her, moving to be on the other side of V, pressing against that side as Jackie moves in closer; placing her between them.

“Hello, can I he-” she starts to tease, then Jackie’s lips are on hers. His large warm hand on her chin, keeping her in place as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She works to meet his movement, to give as good as she gets, kissing him back with the same passing. A moan leaving the back of her throat and dying on Jackie’s tongue when he shifts the angle to kiss her deeper. She grabs his bicep, feeling his muscles to anchor herself.

And, okay, it’s two kisses now. What’s two kisses between friends?

Jackie pulls away, pressing his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb over her chin.

“Been wanting to do that for a while, mija,” he admits tenderly.

And that’s it, it's all too far gone and she’s done caring.

“Need you, both of you,” V finally says it, puts the words out into the world and prepares herself for what comes next.

Then Jackie pulls her shirt off over her head, leaving V’s breasts exposed, her nipple piercings glinting in the lowlight of the room. Delicate fingers push past the waistband of V’s shorts, Misty finding and stroking V’s clit as Jackie dips his head to suck at the merc’s breast. She whimpers at the treatment, overwhelmed and squirming as the couple plays with her body. Slick coats Misty’s fingers and V’s thighs, the merc’s cunt clenching with every rub of her clit. Jackie’s tongue teases and licks at her piercing, he sucks at her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen on his tongue. Misty’s fingers slip lower, pushing inside of V. Its all too much, V’s pleasure building higher and higher inside of her. Jackie gives a little nip, not a true bite just the slight pressure of his teeth on her breast just as Misty adds a third finger. And it snaps, V crying out as she cums on Misty’s hand,

Jackie pulls off of V’s breast and Misty pulls slick coated fingers out of her cunt, the merc panting.

“Didn’t realize you were that sensitive, V,” Jackie teases, breath hot on her ear.

“Shut up.”

“It’s cute,” Misty assures her, kissing softly across V’s cheek and neck.

“So, cute,” Jackie says, but his voice with that edge of condescension before he bites her neck. She whines but responds by rubbing a hand over his cock, grinning when he jumps.

“Yeah, let's see how well you handle it,” she taunts, pushing him back flat against the bed as she straddles him.

His hard cock rubs against her, her shorts and his boxers the only thing between them. She kisses across his chest. Tracing her tongue along his tattoos and freckles, sliding her hand between them to palm his dick, feeling the warmth of it through the fabric. She trails her kisses down, watching his head dip back against the pillow, cursing under his breath as she makes her way lower and lower down his torso and stomach. She pulls her mouth away when it hits fabric, as much as she’d love to settle between his legs and tease him through his boxers, She’s not about to forget about Misty.

V pulls away to press closer to Jackie’s side, looking up to see Misty, staring at them, enraptured. The merc stretches over Jackie’s lap to catch the back of Misty’s head, tangling her fingers in the short layers of hair, bringing the older woman in for another kiss. She uses this to gently pull and encourage Misty over closer, until they’re both pressed tight against one side of Jackie’s legs, making out just above his erection. They break apart, with V giving a soft bite to Misty’s lower lip before hooking her fingers into the bottom of Misty’s shirt pulling it off over her head. She can’t help but get another eyeful of Misty’s chest, before turning her attention back to Jackie, intent on showing why having two people play with you tends to make a person more sensitive.

V slips her fingers into the top of Jackie’s boxer briefs, starting to pull them down, Misty helping her as Jackie raises his hips for them. The girls quickly getting the boxers off; V swallows hard at the sight of his dick. He’s big, something she always figured considering he’s nearly a giant towering over both Misty and V. Its flushed red at the head, thick with prominent veins, and leaking precum on his lower stomach. Misty and V get their tongues on him, making Jackie curse aloud. V lapping the head of his cock to taste his precum, teasing her tongue piercing along the flushed sensitive skin. Misty, tracing the underside, licking along the veins and shaft of his cock.

V pulls away for a moment as Misty licks up Jackie’s cock. The merc watches as Misty takes the length of Jackie’s dick into mouth, inch after inch pushing past her kiss-swollen lips. V takes to licking the places where Misty’s mouth can reach, the part of his cock she can’t force down her throat without risk of gagging, V’s tongue chases after Misty’s mouth as she pulls up, tasting Misty’s spit on his cock, until she’s pulling off his dick with a pop. Before V can follow suit, taking her turn to feel his dick in her throat, he stops them. Large thick fingers tangling in bleached hair.

“Stop, fuck, fuck, gonna-fuck,” he groans out, nearly choking on his words.

“Aww, feeling sensitive?” V teases, biting at his thigh.

“Not helping, V.”

“I don’t think she was trying to help, Jackie,” Misty jokes, sharing a sly smile with V as they watch Jackie try to keep from blowing his load right there. Jackie reaches down and squeezes Misty’s ass, making her yelp at the sudden attention.

“Wanna feel you, carina,” he tells Misty, teasing her cunt through her shorts.

V helps Misty pull off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. The young merc can see the slick sticking to the inside of Misty’s inner thighs and all she wants to do is lap it up. But Jackie is already manhandling Misty, helping her move to straddle his lap, with her back towards him and facing V; reverse cowgirl style. Misty puts her hands back on Jackie’s chest, leaning her weight back on him as he holds her hips, his fingers squeezing the soft plush flesh.

Slowly, Jackie pulls Misty down on his cock, making her moan out as he fills her. He bounces Misty on his cock, fucking up into her. V watches agape, not sure where she wants to focus, from where the two meet, his cock pumping into Misty’s tight cunt. Or to Misty as a whole, the woman put on full display for V to watch as her breasts bounce with every thrust and she cries out with every slap of flesh hitting flesh.

She settles for doing much more than just watching, V dipping her head between their thighs and licking where Jackie and Misty connect. Its a sloppy mess, trying to keep up with Jackie’s pace as he pound into Misty. V laps and licks at his cock where she can, tasting Misty’s slick on him, kissing where Misty’s cunt takes in Jackie’s cock. She sucks and teases Misty’s clit, her own cunt clenching at the way the added pleasure makes Misty scream out. V’s mouth and tongue are everywhere they can be, desperate and sloppy in her rush to taste the couple, to add to their pleasure.

Misty grabs the back of V’s hair when she cums, pinning the merc in one spot as she screams out her release. V’s left to drool and keep her tongue out as Misty’s cunt and Jackie’s cock rub against her. She tastes the rush of Misty’s slick first, gushing and twitching as her pussy is overwhelmed. Then V tastes the bitter salt of Jackie’s cum, him cursing as he fills Misty and then keeps cumming, thick white spilling out and dripping back down his cock. The couple still, both panting heavily and Misty relaxing, letting V’s hair go as the young merc continues to lick up the mess. Misty collapses, practically boneless laying on Jackie’s chest.

Jackie gets his hands under her thighs and starts to bring them back, Misty whimpering as he’s able to hold her legs up, nearly bringing her knees to her chest. The shift in position causes his cock to slip out of her, his cum now spilling freely from Misty’s cunt, a wet messy show for V.

“Clean her up for me, V?” He asks it as casually as he’d ask V to lend her car. And V is just as happy to oblige.

V buries her tongue inside of Misty, moaning softly when Misty squeals at the feeling. Its a mess of Jackie’s cum and Misty’s, mingling on V’s tongue as she licks it up like she’s starved for it. Misty is a sensitive mess, being eaten out so soon after being fucked to pieces, but V doesn’t hold back; rubbing a thumb over the woman’s swollen clit while she laps up every drop of Jackie’s cum. There’s a shake in Misty’s thighs, instinct telling her to clench them shut, to trap V between her legs, but Jackie keeps her spread wide; only able to whimper and whine as the mess is licked up as her twitching wet clit is teased alongside every stroke of V’s tongue.

With each lick V tastes less and less of Jackie’s mess, cleaning up the creampie he’d left inside of Misty. And she doesn’t know what it is that sends Misty over the edge, one too many rubs of V’s thumb over her clit or particularly deep lick, V desperate to truly swallow down every drop of seed. But something does and Misty’s sent into a second orgasm, trembling and gushing against V’s tongue, screaming out as the pleasure consumes her. The merc slows down gently,steadily easing Misty through the aftershocks, until she’s done trembling.

Jackie lets go of Misty’s legs, letting her body relax as she gently moves to lay against his side. His cock is still half hard and there’s an itch inside of V that hasn’t quite been scratched, still wet and twitching between her thighs, the crotch of her thin shorts sticky with slick. But she doesn’t want to push it, she thinks as she goes to lay down on his other side. But, he has different ideas it seems, an idea catching in his mind as V’s in the midst of moving, on her hands and knees about to drop down onto the mattress. Despite his size he moves fast, grabbing at V’s hips and making her freeze, on his knees behind her as he pulls her ass back against his cock. She whines at the friction, as he grinds against her, quickly getting his cock fully hard again. Misty laying against the pillows next to them, satiated and content to watch the V and Jackie chase another orgasm.

And he yanks her shorts down as far as he can without changing the position, exposing her slick needy cunt.

“Fuck,” the low hungry curse sends a chill along V’s spine, the head of his cock leaving wet across her ass, before he rubs it over her sex.

There's a part of her that thinks they shouldn’t, that this is the step too far, a line that can’t be uncrossed; as if she hadn’t just had her face buried in Misty’s pussy. But, she needs this and by the tight hold Jackie has on her hips, he does too. A line that needs to be crossed even if it can’t be undone. An experience that has to be had, just to know what it’s like.

Then he’s sinking into her, pulling her back onto his cock, filling her. V’s eyes roll back, a silent cry on her tongue as she’s stretched and stuffed. Too much, too much; but exactly what she needs. Despite his size, he fills her easily, her body too needy to resist the push of him into her. He doesn’t give her time to adjust, not that she needs or truly wants it. They’re both at their limit, just needing this, to know what it’s like to be connected this way; to feel his cock pounding into her, to feel her cunt clenching around him.

She lets him set the pace, too overwhelmed to do anything, whimpering as he brutally fucks her; pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward. Both too far gone and desperate for this to be softer. The skin slapping together, sound ringing out through the apartment, a wet squelch everytime he sinks inside of her. Jackie uses her like a toy, like a human sized fleshlight to chase his own end with. And she knows she means more than that, in the moment it feels good to just be used, to be manhandled and fucked apart, to be a pillow princess taking his dick however he sees fit to give it. Each thrust sending her spiraling deeper and deeper into her pleasure, fucked stupid and mindless, unable to think of anything but how it feels to be fucked by him.

And that pleasure overwhelms quicker than she expects, bubbling over and orgasm hitting her before she even truly realized she was close. Mind going completely blank and throat raw as she screams out, cumming on his cock, toes clenching. And he fucks her through it, draws it out until he’s cursing under his breath and spilling inside of her. His second load, a little lighter than the creampie he left Misty with, but still thick and too much for V’s cunt to hold; the mess leaking down her thighs as she comes down from her high.

She whimpers when he pulls out, suddenly empty and more of his cum spilling from inside of her. Jackie collapses, in the middle of the bed, between Misty and V, sweaty and panting. V can’t help but laugh, throwing her shorts completely off, as Misty curls up close to his side. Jackie wraps an arm around Misty’s hip. His other hand skims V’s back as she leans over them to take her hearing aids out, putting them on the side table, then she’s pulled down to lay against his chest. V nuzzles in, looking at Misty’s face across the expanse of Jackie’s chest, V being held just as tightly to his side. Misty’s hand is on his chest and V reaches up, intertwining their fingers, earning her a soft serene smile from the older woman.

And there’s a lot that’ll need to be talked about. So many questions as to what this all means; what does V even want this to mean? A one time thing they don’t talk about, don’t deal with. A friendship ruiner, the start of something… new. So many possibilities and each one brings with it a different sort of anxiety. But for now, she’s content to sleep curled up under the sheets with her friends.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #jackie welles #misty olszewski #female v

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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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Hello if you're not busy can you write a HC with Daichi, Bokuto, and Kuroo and how they act when they drink at a party with you?

Thank you for this request!!!! Lets just age them up to college!

Daichi, Bokuto, and Kuroo at a College Party

➣ Daichi

He’s such a responsible drunk like he is the best boyfriend to have at a party. Like I’m sure all of these guys would be super protective of you the whole night but Daichi is on another level

He is always pouring drinks for you because he doesn’t know everyone at the party and he doesn’t want someone to try and pull a fast one

Daichi always has a hand either wrapped around your waist, resting on your hip, or holding yours because he wants to keep an eye on you

Even if Daichi is having the time of his life, he is always making sure you’re okay

Lots of “ Do you want to sit down?” and “ Let me know when you want to go home, okay?”

He’s def the boyfriend where if you have longer hair, he wears a hairband or scrunchie on his wrist so he can pull it up to a ponytail if you’re sweaty or throwing up

I know he sounds super protective, which he is, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have fun. Think about it, he is always babysitting his teammates so when he has the chance to let loose, he takes the opportunity

Daichi is a classic Budweiser man I stand behind that and I do not take complaints

He doesn’t really play drinking games. He likes to go to parties either to hang out with friends he hasn’t seen in a long time orrrrrrr KARAOKE

Even if there isn’t a karaoke machine, he’ll always sing super loud whenever a song comes on that he knows and that alone makes the whole party sing along

If the songs are trash he’ll take over the AUX and have the whole house bumping and that’s a fact

No matter how drunk he gets, he still uses common sense so if one of his friends tries jumping off a table, he scoops them up and off the table before they even attempt it

Daddies intuition what can I say

I know there’s that trend where how the Haikyuu boys catch it when you’re throwing back AND I KNOW DAICHI CAN CATCH IT

He’s such a smooth motherfucker and he loves when you do it because he knows other people are watching

I am simping so hard for this 2D man

➣ Bokuto

Bokuto is clearly a frat boy that isn’t in a frat if that makes sense

Like he hates all of the shaddy shit that goes down in Greek Life

The idea of that false sense of brotherhood and hazing sets him off but but he radiates playing beer pong with sunglasses and thats a fact

He has that energy where “ the party doesn’t start until Bokuto walks in” because he always brings it up another level

If you went to a party with Bokuto, be prepared to have all of the attention on the two of you because this boy is even LOUDER than usual

Sober Bokuto is already a proud boyfriend so the alcohol would only dial him up even more

Lots of “ This is my s/o aren’t they so cute????..... OF COURSE THEY ARE HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?”

“ Kotaro they were agreeing with you.”

“ Oh my bad man! Y/N, be on my team for beer pong!”

He would know everybody at a party and even if he didn’t know some random person there, by the end of the night they would definitely be best friends

Bokuto never really gets too drunk but seemingly everyone around him does because he is such a big hypeman and maybe that could lead to peer pressure but he can’t help it

He won’t ever force you to drink but if you are drinking, he hypes you up constantly

“ THAT’S MY BABY AYYY! LETS GOOO!”

This boy is so affectionate when he is drunk, he loves telling you how amazing you look and how happy you make him while he gives you a bunch of kisses across your face

His breath smells like Malibu but you don’t even mind THAT much

He gets sappy sometimes and he loves attention so if he’s giving you kisses but you don’t, he gets whiny asf

“ What about me? Where’s my loving? “ cue Bokuto pouting as you roll your eyes but of course you can’t leave your boyfriend hanging

Bokuto can party all night but once he sees that you’re tired or you’re done with partying, he will say his goodbyes and gets an uber so you guys can go home ( NONE OF THE HAIKYUU BOYS DRINK AND DRIVE AND I STAND BY THAT)

➣ Kuroo

I don’t care what anyone says, Kuroo is a freaking dork and he should be treated as such

Sober Kuroo is a huge ass nerd so when he drinks, he’ll make random-ass, smart comments throughout the night as if it’s common knowledge

“ Baby did you know that the hydrogen atoms in your body are almost 13.5 billion years old because they were created at the birth of the universe?”

“ What are you even talking about?”

“ I don’t know but I need some water, my head hurts- hey where did Kenma go?”

He is just sooooo talkative when he drinks like he’ll talk people’s ear off and somewhat annoy them but Kuroo is just so oblivious it doesn’t even bother him

He also loooooooves dancing. He’s such a bad dancer in real life like I’m sorry that hoe has no rhythm at all but when he is drunk??? The flavor is immaculate!!

He dances like a stripper at a bachelorette party I-

Grinding, thrusting and smirking and he thinks he is just being so sexy which he kinda is I mean LOOK AT HIM

If you’re just sitting on the couch talking to a friend, 10/10 times he will try to give you a lapdance while you’re trying to have a conversation

“ Yeah I mean these finals were so rough-”

“ Did someone order a lapdance?”

“ What are you- TETSURO!”

He would never have sex with you if either of you are drunk but he’ll still you slow kisses on your neck if the two of you find yourselves alone because he just can’t help himself

His choice of drink/game would be bodyshots because again, just look at him do I really have to defend this statement? He is a tequila whore and a sexy beast so the will totally be up for doing body shots off of you but he will get sooooo pissed off if someone even tries doing it off of you

Drunk Kuroo is the love of my life thank you

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crazy-mha-twitterau · 3 years ago

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Mha Twitter AU Part 33

Tenya didn’t know what to expect when he arrived at Ashido’s house for the party. Truthfully, he has never been to a party hosted by one of his peers before so he was a little on edge. He kept sparing concerned glances to Midoriya and Uraraka. The latter looked rather angry and he understood why. His knuckles tapped on the door lightly, hoping that would be enough to alert Ashido to their presence. He didn’t want to put Midoriya on edge.

“Oh, cool, you guys are the first ones here,” Ashido grinned as she opened the door. “There’s pizza on the counter. Cheese, pepperoni, vegetarian, you name it! We got like five different kinds so take your pick! Oh, and there’s ice cream in the freezer for later.”

“Thank you for hosting this event, Ashido-san,” Tenya said with a bow. “I am honored to be invited into your home.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ashido moved aside to let Tenya and his friends inside. “And you can call me Mina. I don’t mind!”

“Err, thank you, Mina-san,” Tenya stumbled over Ashido’s first name. It felt wrong to call someone he hadn’t known for that long by their first name, especially a girl! But he supposed he accepted Tsu’s request to go by her first name easily enough so he relented.

“Deku-kun, what are you eating?” Uraraka’s voice came from the kitchen. She was pointing at Midoriya’s plate.

“Pineapple on pizza is good,” Midoriya defended, though his red face betrayed his uncertainty. “You should try some, Uraraka-san! I promise it’s better than it looks.”

“So Midori doesn’t have pizza sense or fashion sense,” Ashido teased lightly. “We need to give him a makeover, don’t you think, Uraraka?”

“Make…makeover?” Midoriya stuttered out. “What makes you think I need a makeover? My clothes…my clothes are fine!” He gestured to his white shirt that spelled out ‘t-shirt’ and his khaki shorts and signature bright red sneakers.

“You have to admit you’re not very fashion forward, Deku,” Uraraka giggled. “Don’t sweat it, though. It’s kinda cute.”

Midoriya’s face went even redder somehow. “I…uh…thanks?”

A knock sounded at the door, diverting Ashido’s attention away from Midoriya for now. “Are you feeling uncomfortable, Midoriya?” Tenya asked as he approached the two. “Your choice of clothing and pizza are yours to make. You should not feel forced to change something about yourself.”

“No, um, I’m fine,” Midoriya’s face lost its redness, going back to its natural color. “Thanks for asking though, Iida.”

“Ayyy, let’s get this party started, am I right?” Kaminari announced from the doorway, Sero, Kirishima and Mineta trailing in behind him.

“Ashido has a nice…” Mineta started to say before locking eyes with Midoriya. “Home. She has a nice home.”

Kirishima made a beeline for the pizza. “Thanks for getting the Meat Lover’s, Mina!”

“I couldn’t forget your favorite pizza, Kiri,” Mina said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Did you manage to convince Bakugou to come?”

“Nah, Bakugou doesn’t listen to anyone,” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try though! He was super manly during the USJ and he’s super driven. I think he just needs some help coming out of his shell, that’s all.”

At the mention of Bakugou, Uraraka stiffened. “I think he’s just an asshole,” Uraraka muttered to herself.

“What did you say?” Kirishima cocked his head to the side like a puppy. “Sorry, Uraraka, you’re kinda quiet, dude.”

“Nothing,” Uraraka said quickly. She pulled Midoriya and Tenya into the living room where Tsu sat on the couch, striking up a conversation with Sero and Kaminari.

“Yeah, and then my sister rage quit the game,” Kaminari laughed, apparently finishing up a story. “She couldn’t believe that I had gotten that good that quickly so she kinda chucked the Wii remote at the TV.”

“That sounds like something Bakugou would do, kero.”

“Yeah, I can definitely see that happening,” Sero chuckled good-naturedly.

“Maybe your sister should date Bakugou or something,” Mineta said when he walked in, most likely catching the tail end of the conversation. “Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.”

“Dude, don’t be weird,” Kaminari bristled. “She’s fourteen, dude. She’s still in middle school for fuck’s sake.”

“I’m pretty sure Kacchan would turn her down anyway,” Midoriya said, rolling his eyes. “He always turned down all the girls brave enough to ask him out in middle school. I don’t see that changing any time soon.”

“Ha, is Bakugou gay or something?” Mineta joked, only to be met with a death stare by Midoriya.”Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course! It’s just a bit weird to reject all those girls, that’s all.”

“Kacchan has always been very focused on school and being a hero,” Midoriya said carefully. “He always said he didn’t have time for ‘all that sappy romance shit.’”

“Hello, everyone,” Yaoyorozu announced as she entered the living room, Jirou, Hagakure, and Ojiro trailing behind her. “I brought some tea from home so let me know if you like me to make you some. I thought it would pair well with the pizza and ice cream.”

“I would like some, if that’s alright,” Tenya said, giving Yaoyorozu a grateful smile. “I appreciate you bringing it, Yaoyorozu-san. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“It was no trouble at all. I’ll go brew some right away.”

None of their other classmates decided to show up, which seemed to have bummed Ashido out. “I thought Todoroki would show up, at least! I mean, I got the idea to host this because he said he hadn’t had ice cream before! Did that boy have no childhood?”

“Todoroki-kun has always been very focused on his studies,” Yaoyorozu commented as she set the tea down on the coffee table. “He is probably more focused on training for the Sports Festival. Even I had some reservations about attending, but I am glad I decided to come.”

“I’m glad you decided to come, too,” Mineta said, his eyes drawn to Yaoyorozu’s breasts. “Everything’s better when you’re here.”

Midoriya gave Mineta another sideways look, prompting Mineta to avert his gaze from Yaoyorozu entirely. Tenya wondered what was going on between the two of them.

“Umm, thank you, Mineta-san,” Yaoyorozu said with a strained smile, crossing her arms across her chest. Tenya wondered if he should pull Mineta aside, but Midoriya seemed to have it handled.

“Alright, now it’s the time you all have been waiting for,” Ashido said cheerfully, bringing out a cart filled with tubs of ice cream. “Ice cream and karaoke!”

The traitor sat amongst the group of students, feeling a longing in their heart. They wanted to be a part of simple times such as this but it isn’t possible for people like them. They are different. They have been since Sensei preyed upon their weakness in middle school. Now they have no option but to obey him. They’ve made their choice and now they must live with it.

Even if it kills them.

They remained unfocused during the remainder of the evening, vaguely remembering Ashido goading them into doing a duet with her. They complied enthusiastically, if only to keep up appearances. Privately, they admit they had a good time. They hadn’t remembered the last time they had felt like that.

But of course, the night had to come to an end. Alone, in their barely furnished apartment near UA. They looked out at the night sky and wondered why the world was so cruel. Why they could have everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter, friends who saw them as they truly were, and know that in less than a year, it would all be taken from them yet again.

TW: Suicide mention

They were really starting to resent Sensei more than they already did. If only they didn’t survive their pathetic suicide attempt in middle school, if only Sensei hadn’t found them and groomed them to be a pawn in his sick plan, if only they hadn’t seen value in Senei’s goal, if they only stayed inside the little box they were meant to fit inside of, maybe everything would be different. Or maybe nothing would be different at all.

They really did feel like they were on the outside always looking in, just waving through a window. They really were a real life Evan Hansen, if Evan Hansen was a double-crossing villain like themself. They certainly lied enough to fit the role.

Another day of school was tomorrow. They had to go to therapy. What a load of crap that was. A therapist wasn’t going to do jack shit for their problems. What were they supposed to say? Oh, hey, I’m working for the villains but I don’t really want to anymore and frankly I never did? Yeah. Like hell UA was gonna believe that. That was a one way ticket to Tartarus and they really didn’t feel like going there.

Maybe they could attempt again. Yeah, maybe that would fix everything. But they were scared of the consequences, scared that it would make everything worse somehow. But they weren’t sure how much longer they could live with the pain.

Less than ten months. That’s all they could hold onto.

#mha twitter au #mha fanfiction #twitter au #mha #bnha #ua traitor

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anxiousbean33 · 4 years ago

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The Black Sails - Chapter 1 - Oh Shit a Fire

Word count - 1673

@sitting-around-and-fantasizing thank you for helping me out with alot of this <3

Slight derealization warning - Just at the end though

Summary -

The Minecraft family has to move due to the recent attacks from the dark kingdom, 7 years after the conclusion of the first war. Unfortunately, the day they had planned to move, there is a raid on their town from the Dark Kingdom, causing chaos throughout not only the town, but also Smp.

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30826130/chapters/76099421#workskin

“Wait Mumza, what's going on?” Wilbur questions pulling his old guitar out of a box, “Mum! You can't get rid of this! This was my first guitar!”

“Wilbur,” Kristin says, grabbing the guitar back, “That's the box of stuff we are keeping. We're moving to Smp in a few days, and we need to pack up.”

“What.” He stares in disbelief, “Mum, does Tommy know? You know he won't want to move. I don't want to move!”

“Ayyy seems the Big Man hates the news! HaHA! Take that Wilbur, you are gonna be stuck with me and Tubbo,” Tommy says, throwing his stuff on the couch and dragging him to the other room. “Wilbur, a bunch of other magic users will be at Smp if we go there, then we will be able to fight better! We could be like Dream! Or GeorgeNotFound!”

“Let go of me,” he responds, shoving Tommy off of him, “I don't care about becoming a hero Toms, I want to stay here and play for the town, not move to a crowded kingdom where we only know the Sparklez family.” Walking back into the living room, while Tommy walks back to his room, “Mum, what's the real reason we are moving to Smp? I know it's not to improve our magic, as you taught us really well for people without gems, So What is the real reason?”

“Wilbur…” She sighs, replying solemnly, “I know your 23 and you can move out, so I’m warning you of what's going on, but if you truly want to stay here, you can. I don't want to leave, but if you are happier here, neither me nor Phil can stop you,”

“Wait? What's going on? Something bad has happened right?” he says shocked, as Phil walks in.

“Hey Wil- Oh Kris, did you decide to tell him? Has he decided if he's coming with?”

“No! She hasn't! What's going on Mum? Dad?”

“Will…” His father says, while fidgeting like someone would attack everyone if he said the wrong things, “You know the attacks on Smp and the Towns nearby - the ones that have been happening since the dark war? They recently found out that the Dark Kingdom has risen again, and are going now by Black Sails, they are the ones behind the raids and attacks. We are headed to Smp not only to help them if they need more fighters, but also to protect Tommy.”

“No... this can't… No- There is no way that- but... I thought Blade killed their leader? How are they back?”

“I don't know Wilbs, all that's been released to the public is that they finally found out who was behind the attack's nobody knows who's leading them though.”

“Ok dad, thanks for telling me, if you need me, I’ll be packing.”

Wilbur walks back to his room and starts packing his clothes. Looking out the window, he thinks back to the story his mom told him 7 years ago about the dark war. He continues packing until he hears them. The sirens. Wilbur has never heard them so loud before, it's almost as if… Suddenly there is a loud crash that shoves Wilbur back. He stands up and sees that his door frame has exploded into flames.

“TOMMY! OH, GOD TOMMY FIRE!” He rushes to his brother's room hoping to get him out, but unfortunately the door is stuck and catches fire, “TOMMY STAND BACK I'LL GET YOU OUT!” He shouts while bashing his shoulder against the burning door, once he opens the door, he finds an empty room, Tommy was already in the house. Recognizing that he is out, the adrenaline runs out, and he starts realizing the pain in his shoulder and falls to the floor coughing, a figure rushes over to him, “Dad…?”

“Hey it's okay, c'mon, just stay awake,” a soothing voice talks to him, “My name is BBH, we need to get you out of here. You'll be okay.” He slowly looks up at the hybrid that is saving him, and his necklace that is glowing like the color of fire. “My power is fire, c'mon quickly we need to get you out of here.”

“Bad! Was there anyone in that house?” another voice shouts as Wilbur's eyes start shutting.

“Yeah! Shoot, c'mon kid stay awake! Sap he needs help immediately, his shoulder is badly burned, and he was in the hou-” Bad starts to say as Wilbur out of strength falls unconscious.

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“Oh boy... Everyone listen here! My name is H. If you don't know where your family is, head to the left. If you need to find a place to stay, head to the right. Someone should direct you to a place where you can stay for tonight, if you live here or already have a place to stay, just head straight and don't be afraid to ask for help,” says to the crowd of townsfolk flooding into the kingdom. “Oh right! If you need medical attention, head to the left and then take a right, we are trying to help as many people as possible!”

Tommy looks around trying to find any familiar face. He looks up and sees Dream talking to the announcer guy, H. Dream turns around and spots Tommy staring up at him, hops offstage and walks over to him. “Hey Tommy, sorry you were moving on a day like today, we weren't expecting there to be an attack today. Just head over to our house, it's the multi colored one you can't miss it I'll send the rest-”

“Dream, who attacked our town?”

“Wait that was you-”

“Yes Big D! It was our town!”

“Shit. Uhm okay... Fuck... that complicates things. Are you hurt? I'm still going to send you to Puffy but I’ll keep my eye out for Wilbur, Phil, and Kristin. Fuck… oh and to answer your question it was the Dark Kingdom, I’ll explain more to you and Tubbo later.” Dream starts running back to the gates to fight off the mobs that have started coming out due to the sun setting and the mass amounts of people flooding into the kingdom. H then starts to repeat his speech to the newcomers and Tommy starts walking towards the house Dream said was the Sparklez house afraid of what happened to his family.

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When Phil finally arrives in the kingdom he is also greeted by H giving his speech for what seems to be the last time, “Is this all of you? Ok that's good… if ya have a place go straight, need a place go left, right if you were separated from your family the dream team should help you with that and right if you need medical” H then yawns, “Shit- sorry I meant right for if you need a place, and left for medical and finding your family… Man I’m really tired Imma go take a nap, g’night everyone”

Phil does a quick scan around and then walks straight with his luggage to the Sparklez household, anticipating that everyone would be there already, as he stayed behind to fight some of the dark soldiers, just like in the past. He slowly opens the door and is greeted by Puffy, who is watching some cooking show with Jordan and Tommy and Tubbo asleep on the couch. “Where is Will and Kristin? I was one of the last people to arrive at Smp, they should be here by now…” he whispers to the two awake.

“Dream told me Wilbur got caught in your house when it went aflame. Bad was able to get him out, but he was severely injured and is getting medical attention now. We haven't gotten any word on where Kristin is, but Dream will let us know if they find her.” Jordan replies, pausing the show. “We just have to wait for them to find her now, hopefully they find her before the raiders. You guys have had a long day, we can talk to Eret about it tomorrow”

“I’ll probably go check on Will tomorrow then. Uh thank you again for letting us stay here…” Phil sighs, terrified of what happened to his family. “I am going to head to bed now, wake me up when you two plan to head out.” Walking up to the guest bedroom

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TW - Slight Derealization

“We need to do something… Her army is approaching, we know how to wield magic and fight without it, we can try to fight against them.” Wilbur hears when he starts waking up.

“Dad?” He says confused, he starts to open his eyes and looks around, noticing that his necklace was glowing a gold color, “My magic! Holy shit!” He stands up and starts to look around the house when he hears his parents start talking again.

“What about the kids though? If we do this, my angel, they could be put in danger.” his mothers states.

“We haven't shown anyone our magic, plus you can shift and I have my wings. We could keep our identities secret and leave to fight at night. If we don't do anything, they could get hurt more.” This shocks wilbur, didn't his parents say they never had magic? They weren't hybrids and weren't shifters and were never gifted a piece of magic jewelry, unless they were lying to both him and Tommy.

“What is going on!” Wilbur screams, trying to understand why his parents are talking like he isn't in the room, like he is invisible, like there wasn't just a fire. Irritated, he slams his hand against the table, shocking him awake.

Wilbur looks around again, and instead of being in his house perfectly fine he wakes up in a hospital. Looking down he realizes that his necklace isn't growing any more, and he has lots of bandages on him. “Will! You're awake! The doctors said you probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow, you got badly burned Wil do you remember what happened?” a voice said, he couldn't tell who it was though before he passed out once again from the pain.

#tw derealization #Kingdom of darkness au #tubbo #philza #mumza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #captain sparklez #captain puffy #hbomb #dreamwastaken #i did a thing #fanfiction #eret

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aceghosts · 3 years ago

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Ayyy ''i need you to know that you can always come to me.'' For Blue & Joseph 🥺

Thank you for the prompt! I got this out quicker than I thought I would. Also, I didn't start this with the prompt, but it is in there.

Summary: Blue gives Joseph a ride to John's ranch, and Joseph comforts Blue on their homesickness.

Author's Note: This is a bit of an AU for what I consider Blue's canon. This takes place in Hope County a few weeks before the events of the game. In my canon for Blue, they've never met the Seeds before that night. Just thought I would clear that up.

Words: 1,529 words.

Warnings: With the exception of Joseph being his pushy self, I don't think there are any warnings. Let me know if I need to tag anything.

Blue sighed wearily as they opened the door of the car, loneliness weighing oppressively on their shoulders. Their mind flashed back to earlier as Mary May glared at them, dismissing Blue, and insisting that Pratt could take the report alone. They remembered the way Pratt didn’t even back them up, he just agreed, ushering Blue outside. Blue hated that everyone was icing them out in Hope County. Sure, Hope County had a reason to distrust outsiders due to Eden’s Gate, but Blue wasn’t one of them. They were just a normal person, not some kind of monster. The loneliness made their homesickness even worse, their heart aching for their mom, stepdad, Eric, Nadia, and their Ranger friends.

“Deputy Murphy,” Someone called, Blue’s gaze snapping towards them. Joseph Seed approached them, a pleasant smile on his face and the Word of Joseph under his arm. Ah, the other reason Hope County didn’t trust them. For some reason, Eden’s Gate seemed to think Blue might be receptive to their ideas; they weren’t particularly sure why. One time, an Eden’s Gate cultist managed to shove a copy of the Word of Joseph at Blue. Blue only got through a page before getting bored and putting it down. They hadn’t picked it up since. He continued, “Is your shift over?”

“Yeah, I was about to head back to my place.”

He nodded, leaning against the cruiser. “A good plan.”

Blue let the silence hang between the two of them. They weren’t sure why he approached them; it’s not like Blue could help him with anything. “Can I help you with something? If it is police business, you’ll have to take up with Pratt. You can catch him inside the station.”

Joseph stared at them, his blue eyes watching them closely. He was doing it again, that thing where he read people like an open book. Blue shifted nervously under his gaze; they hated it. “Something seems to be weighing heavily on you, Deputy.”

“No Just tired,” They said, shooting him a small smile. Blue looked around, not spying any other members of Eden’s Gate. That was weird; Joseph was always flocked by people, usually John and Jacob.

“Lying is a sin.”

Blue rolled their eyes. “If the big guy upstairs is going to judge me harshly for a measly little lie, his priorities are fucked up.”

Joseph frowned, unamused by Blue’s comment. “I think you are avoiding what really ails you. I would like to listen, Deputy, if you would give me the opportunity.”

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll feel better tomorrow.” They smiled again, hoping he would buy it this time.

He shook his head. “I think it is a big deal, especially if you are taking such lengths to deny your pain.”

Changing the subject, Blue replied, “You never told me why you’re here.”

“And you have changed the subject, again, but I suppose it should seem odd that I’m here. My car broke down just outside of town.”

Blue raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t call anyone because…?”

“I knew some of my children were in town. However, they must have left already.” Ah, that’s why Joseph approached them. “Deputy, if I could trouble you-“

“Get in the car,” Blue said, knowing they were probably making a mistake. But, fuck it. Blue was so fucking tired of everyone in this town acting like their neighbor was going to stab them in the back. They just wanted to do something nice for someone and if that meant driving the weird-ass cult leader home, Blue was going to do it.

“Thank you, Deputy Murphy,” He said before heading to the other side of the cruiser and getting in.

Getting in, Blue pulled on their seatbelt, turning the cruiser on. They grabbed their aviators left in the cup holder, placing them on to block out the rays of the setting sun. Joseph placed the Word on his lap before pulling his seat belt. “I’m off duty; You can call me, Blue. Where do you want me to drop you off?”

“Blue,” He said, testing their name out with a pleasant tone. “I am meeting John at his ranch; We’re having dinner together.” Blue remembered the one time they caught a glimpse of the interior of John’s ranch. They thought it would have been a lot gaudier. “Also, you never answered my question.”

Blue groaned. “You’re not letting that go, are you?” He shook his head, and Blue sighed, relenting. “I’m just homesick. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Joseph nodded. “I understand. Many of my children feel that way at first. It can be difficult to leave the only places we’ve ever known.”

I bet they do, Blue thought. From what Hudson and Pratt told them, it seemed like people all over the country came to seek out Joseph Seed. However, they appreciated him trying to make Blue feel better even if it was in his own weird way. “Is this where you tell me absence makes the heart grow fonder?” Blue joked.

“No, what do you miss about your home?”

They couldn’t narrow it down to a single thing as it all came bubbling up. “All of it. I miss my mom and my stepdad. I miss Nadia and Eric and knowing that they were always just a drive away. I miss Mendoza and the other Rangers. I miss the wilderness; I miss Colorado. I just miss home. Hope County is just so…”

Joseph hummed in response. “The citizens of Hope County can be unwelcoming at times.”

“I thought they were pretty welcoming to you and your brothers.”

“At first.”

“And then?”

“The citizens of Hope County started to change, becoming cold and distant. They did not want to hear the truth.” Yeah, I’m sure they loved being preached at, Blue thought. “Many of my children found it difficult to connect with the citizens. You may be feeling the same thing, Blue. You may feel unwelcome, like you are an outsider looking in.”

Blue bit back the urge to tell him that some of Hope County might not like Eden’s Gate for other reasons. “But there is somewhere you can feel like you belong. You could belong with the Project, with us, with me.”

And there was the sales pitch. Letting him down gently, Blue replied, “Thank you for the offer, but I’m going to be fine.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m moving back to Colorado permanently in a few weeks.”

“You’re leaving,” Joseph said, disappointment coloring his tone. Blue glanced over at him, noting the slightly distressed look on his face.

They nodded. “I know you’ll hate losing the one cop who isn’t outright hostile, but I think it’s best for everyone. I’ll be happier and Sheriff Whitehorse can find someone better suited for this.” From the moment Blue started working with Hope County almost three months ago, Joseph seemed eager to talk with Blue, especially without the presence of the other deputies. Without fail, whenever Eden’s Gate made a call, the peggies asked for Blue by name, and Joseph was always there. Pratt and Hudson always seemed reluctant to bring Blue along, protective of Blue around Eden’s Gate. Frankly, Blue thought Hudson and Pratt were overreacting. They had faced far worst before.

The pair were silent as Blue pulled into the driveway for John’s Ranch. As they pulled in front, Blue parked the cruiser, making it easier for Joseph to get out. “Well, here it is, your destination.”

He looked at the Ranch before turning back to Blue. “Would you like to join us?”

Blue shook their head. “No thanks, I’m too tired. Go, enjoy dinner with your brother.”

“Please, Blue. Consider it a ‘Thank You'".

They shook their head again. “Don’t worry about it. If you really want to thank me, just stay out of trouble.”

“Could you give me your cellphone?”

“Why would I-?”

“I’m giving you my number.”

They fished it out of their pants pocket, unlocking it. Handing it towards Joseph, Blue jerked it out of his grasp before he could grab it. “Please don’t blow up my phone with texts about Eden’s Gate. I don’t need to hear about Sunday service at 3AM,” They teased, grinning at him.

“I will not. I want you to have my number in case you need to talk again whether you be in Hope County or in Colorado. I need you to know that you can always come to me," Joseph said as Blue handed the phone to him. He quickly entered his number and handed the phone back to Blue.

Blue stared at it for a moment. “Thanks,’ They said softly, ‘And the same goes for you. If you are going to listen to me bitch about something, I can at least return the favor.”

Joseph leaned across the console of the car, pressing a kiss to Blue’s cheek. Their eyes widened in surprise at the slight scratch of his beard against their skin. Before they could do anything, he pulled away, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Goodbye Blue and remember what I said.”

“Will do,” They said, waving to him as he left. Huh, maybe Joseph wasn’t so bad after all.

#kate writes #Far Cry #Far Cry 5 #Joseph Seed #The Deputy #The Junior Deputy #OTP: I had all and then most of you some and now none of you #Joseph Seed/Deputy #the blue fic tag #this isn't romantic per se #it's more about the two of them getting to know each other #blue murphy

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sunshinesukuna · 4 years ago

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lemon detergent

pairing: tsukishima x reader

tw: fighting, injuries (bruises), light swearing

wc: 1.7k

genre: angst to fluff

ayyy catch me plagiarizig my own work. eh, miya atsumu can rot anyways. im sorry if this is bad, i haven’t given you guys writing for over a week and my people-pleasing ass rushed to give you guys some content ahhhhh. éñÿwâÿś, enjoy <333

Three strikes and you’re out. For each of you, so technically that was six strikes, but the two of you never debated the technicalities of it. Not like you had time to, with a hectic schedule as third-year students and athletes. Him chucking volleyballs into the air, and you chucking yourself up in the air in the wondrous sport known as cheerleading.

He’s already waiting for you in your usual spot behind the gym. God forbid anyone see the two of you together unless it was a life-or-death situation. Hinata would grow at least a feet before that would ever happen. At least that was easy when you were dating someone like him. Being in different classes, different teams, houses on the opposite sides of town. You wondered when you would actually be close to him both emotionally, and physically.

Now that you’re closer, you can smell him for real. The tang of lemon detergent that his mom loves and clean sweat can only mean it’s Tsukishima. You stand in front of him wordlessly, eyes expectant for something. Well, something other than the forlorn look in his eyes that he’s giving you.

“I don’t think I can come to your house after school tomorrow,” he says. There it is. You were totally expecting that this would come at some point during the year, but you didn’t expect it to come this soon. You’re still disappointed anyways.

“It’s the third time you’ve bailed out on me this week alone, Kei,” you complain. He puts a finger to his lips at the sound of your quickly rising voice. “I barely see you at school outside of the gym!”

“And I told you, I’m practicing. It’s not like I’m cheating or anything.” Certainly feels like you are, you want to say. But it’s best if you keep those words in the back of your head.

“For what? Nationals aren’t for two more months!” He breaks eye contact with you, opting to stare at the tree at the edge of the road.

"Practice makes perfect.”

“But you shouldn’t overwork yourself this much! Even I take breaks from cheerleading every now and then to come to support you at your games!”

“(Y/N), I think you’re misjudging how important the Interhigh is to Karasuno. If we lose—”

“I know how important the match is, Kei. But there’s a difference between giving it your all and giving it too much.” You pause, taking a long breath. “Even cheerleaders don’t break our backs trying to reach new heights.”

Tsukishima sighs before putting his hands back into his pocket. He furrows his eyebrows.

“What would you know about it? Cheerleading isn’t a real sport anyway.”

Words cut deep like knives. Tsukishima’s don’t. They hit you like a bag of bricks all at once.

The pang in your chest isn’t just from his words, it’s from his indifference. His eyes giving you that blank stare as he brushes off everything important to you. His hands staying still in his pockets as he talks to you, like you’re not even worthy of his attention.

“What?”

And thus the standoff begins.

First is the lunch line. You think waiting for food while hungry is hard? Try waiting for food when you’re hungry and have Tsukishima Kei looming over behind you. You’re about to plant your feet down in the floor when you’re finished, waiting for him to finish up, but you remember that you have no one to wait for.

So you briskly pick up your tray and move to a table where you spot some of your friends from cheer sitting. His eyes twitch at your figure walking so easily away from him. But it’s not like you would notice.

Second is the hallway. Your heart clenches a bit when you spot Yamaguchi around the corner, because you know who’s going to be next to him. You can already smell the lemon detergent from here.

His eyes burn through his glasses when you walk by. The usual glance and smile is thrown out in exchange for… nothing. Your eyes look straight forward at the end of the hall, where your classroom is. Frustration rolls off of him in waves so intense you can practically smell them, like a disruption in his lemon detergent-scented aura.

No matter, that means it’s working, right? He’ll fess up sooner enough.

But what was it again? Three strikes and you’re out. The third strike comes later at practice.

You really should have thought this out even further. The damaged piping in the gym the cheerleading team usually used meant that they had to share with someone. And who else to share a gym with than the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Team?

So here you are, stuck at one side of the gym while you can feel Tsukishima’s eyes on you from the other side. The routine starts off well. The first stunts all hit, with none of the same wobblings that was there in the first few weeks of learning it.

And there it was. The throw was already crooked from the beginning. If you couldn’t reach the other flyer’s hand, then you were done for. In a last attempt to save the pyramid, you flung out your legs, trying to land on your feet.

Bad move.

Your knee landed on something— but it wasn’t your teammates’ hands that were ready to catch you. A spike of pain shot up your foot. Suddenly the world was a blur as skin-coloured blobs that could only be your teammates rushed to help you. The lights above were reduced to sparkles that were just too bright.

The buzzing in your ears was enough to block out the sounds coming in, but you could hear snippets of conversation here and there.

“Was that (Y/N)?”

“She landed on her knee!”

“It looks bruised….”

On your knee, eh. So that was why the fire was all concentrated on your patella. The sweat on your hands wouldn’t let you regain your balance. You slump down with your back to the floor, hands over your face to block out what little pain you could, but the faucet of liquid fire trickled down your knee to no end.

“May I help?” someone asked in a low baritone voice. You assumed that your coach said yes because you felt yourself being lifted in the air off the mat. The nape of your neck was wet, either from your sweat or this person’s.

This person was strong too. They walked briskly and easily across the halls of Karasuno, even with a body in their hands. But their heart rate was abnormally fast. They probably had been exercising.

You dare to open your eyes. All you see are pools of purple and white, obscured by the residual tears in your eyes. It could be anyone. But as your senses focused, hints olive and green came into the image. Your sense of smell was also starting to refocus as well. Lemon detergent, deodorant, and rubber.

Lemon detergent…

You opened your eyes as widely as you could. It was Tsukishima. Face unmoving and eyes showing no sign of emotion, but anyone could feel a sense of emergency with his rushed steps and the way he clicked his tongue anytime anyone stood in his way.

The scent of sharp disinfectants replaced the lemon detergent as you were put down on a soft bed. You winced at the new position you were put in, your weight crashing down on your lower body yet again.

“It hurts...” you squeak out, every word another rope squeezing your chest flush out of air.

“It does. It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”

That’s enough to set your heart at ease, if only a little. No sappy words to shoo away the pain by pretending it isn’t real, just a concise confirmation that what you’re feeling is real. And somehow, that’s just enough.

Tsukishima works quickly and quietly, adjusting the ice packs where needed. Whenever you wince or gasp in pain, he’s quick to rub a long, lanky finger over the purple parts of the bruise that doesn’t have ice covering it. It still hurts like a bitch, but at least the pain is only physical.

The emotional ones are just beginning to heal.

The 10 by 10 room is sealed — door locked, windows bolted — but it still feels like the two of you are in front of a gargantuan stage, packed to the brim with people watching you. Or is it just because the only audience you have are one another?

“I’m sorry for saying cheerleading wasn’t a sport,” he mutters. Your hearing has started to sharpen again by now.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for brushing off your advice, and belittling something you love,” he says again, Tsukishima’s tone much clearer now. His words ring like a gong in your head.

The throbbing in your knee seems to lessen with every word he says. The longer he talks, the more the fire in your feet seem to subside. Were those his words going to your head, or the gentle massages he was giving your knees as he talked?

“You don’t have to accept my apology. I can wait until you do. But… I know I did something wrong. And I intend to fix it.”

“I’ll accept your apology,” you say. On several conditions.”

His head perks up, eager to hear what you’ll have him do in order to restore things back to the way they were. Scratch that, in order to make things better. Like hell he’ll ignore you again if it leads to something like this.

“What are they?” Tsukishima.

“I know you’re practicing really hard and all that, but can you spend some more time with me?” you ask. “You don’t have to spend that much time, just… enough so it actually feels like we’re dating?”

“Weren’t we already?”

“You know what I mean.”

Tsukishima takes a long breath. He stays silent for a long time, the only noise in the room the sound of ice against ice as he moves to take another icepack for your knee.

“Alright. Anything else?”

The idea you have is silly. But it couldn’t hurt to give it a try. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Buy me some of the detergent you use.”

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima oneshots #tsukishima scenarios #tsukki #silent treatment

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dothwrites · 5 years ago

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ayyy congrats on 500!! Prompt: witch/familiar au please?

@queenvee08, I live to serve this is definitely going to be a longer fic at some point in the future i hope you’re happy with yourself

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“What do you think? Hellsbore or mandrake root?”

Dean stops his perusal of the two herbs which, to be fair, look almost identical, to glance over at Cas.

Cas, who is still sulking from this morning, when Dean accidentally kicked him off the bed, doesn’t answer. The only indication he gives that he’d heard Dean at all is the irritated flick of one ear in his direction.

Asshole stays in cat form when he wants to give Dean the silent treatment. And sure, Dean can hold a sulk with the best of them, but it’s also disconcerting to be ignored by someone who’s intent on raising their hind leg and indulging in a thorough tongue bath. Especially when Dean knows that Cas only does that shit to get on his nerves.

“Come on. Cas. Come on. Asked you a question. Come on buddy.”

Dean can feel Cas’ low-grade frustration thrumming through their bond at the back of his mind. It’s like having an annoying song that you just can’t quite get out of your head, or a persistent itch that lingers, no matter how you contort your body to get at it. It’s annoying, but ultimately not damaging. Except Dean is done being ignored. He truly does want Cas’ opinion, seeing that he and Cas make a hell of a team (in the six months since he and Cas bonded, Dean’s understanding and abilities have only deepened, to the point that even Bobby says that with a little more practice, he’ll make a hell of a witch), but more importantly, he wants Cas’ company.

When he’s not being a grouchy little bastard, Cas is great to have around. If he’s in cat form, he’ll laze on the counter, sunning himself and batting at the random bits of string that Dean dangles in front of him. After some trial and error and one memorable time when Dean yowled, Holy shit Cas your claws, as Cas failed to gain purchase and ended up dragging his claws down the back of Dean’s neck, he’s learned the trick of balancing on Dean’s shoulders as Dean fills orders and experiments to make different combinations of spells. Dean’s gotten used to Cas draping himself on the back of his neck, like a warm, furry weight (fucker is heavy). And then there are the times when Cas will just curl up next to him, or wrap himself around Dean’s ankles, butting his head against him. It’s worth it then, for the daily allergy potion that he drinks (a twist of fate that his familiar ended up being a cat, the one animal that Dean’s allergic to, but it’s worth it if it’s Cas).

And if Cas is in human form, then that’s even better, because he’ll sit crosslegged on the counter and help Dean measure out ingredients for spells. He’ll read spells over Dean’s shoulder, suggesting improvements or modifications (Cas’ practical knowledge of witchcraft is formidable, his intellect staggering and sharp; every time he speaks, Dean’s reminded that he’s in the presence of a mind much quicker than his own). He’ll even, if the mood strikes him, deal with customers. Dean’s seen more than one granny come tottering in, looking for a joint relief aid, and come waltzing out, starry-eyed, from a conversation with Cas.

Not that Dean blames them. Cas is gorgeous.

He’s the kind of attractive that stops people in their tracks, the kind that makes people do an unironic double-take. When you add in that jawline, those shoulders, the long elegant fingers, thick runner’s thighs, and perpetually messy bedhead, and multiply it by his pack-a-day deep voice, and then throw in his intelligence–No wonder that people are falling over themselves.

And that’s the problem. Because Dean is one of those people.

It’s not forbidden persay, shacking up with your familiar, but it is the kind of weird that gets you talked about at parties. It’s taboo enough that only the fringe elements of the community will even entertain the notion, and then in whispers and titters. Kind of like having people figure out that you like weird kinky sex stuff. There’s no law against it, but they sure as hell look at you differently.

Dean’s not sure if he’s ready for that. And he’s damn sure not going to make a move until he’s sure that Cas is interested. And as for that…Dean has no idea. They may share a bond, but the bond doesn’t stretch to their every thought, which means that they can hide things from each other. And Cas can be closed off when he wants to be, which makes him almost impossible to read.

So Dean grits his teeth, keeps running his shop, and tries not to have a coronary every time he goes to sleep with Cas in his cat form at the foot of his bed and wakes up with Cas in human form snuggled up next to him (that probably means something, right? What? What does it mean?).

And then there are the times that he tries not to scream, like right now, when he poses another question to Cas, and the irritated scrabbling at the back of his mind gets louder. Cas pins him with a long look before he deliberately flattens his ears to his skull. A second later, he lifts up his lips to reveal two delicately pointed canines and hisses softly.

“Jesus, it was a fucking accident,” Dean mutters, turning away from Cas. See if two can play that game. He’s interrupted from his brief pity party by the sudden absence of aggravation from Cas. Instead, it’s replaced by intent focus, that steel-trap mind narrowing its sight until it finds a single focal point.

Forewarned, Dean is facing the door, magic already sparking at his fingertips, when it opens and Crowley comes through.

Crowley, who’s been after him for months to join the coven he keeps under his thumb. Crowley, who trades and barters in souls instead of money. Crowley, whose eyes flash red as he neatly sidesteps the Devil’s Trap Dean keeps hidden underneath the rug.

A low growl rumbles from Cas’ chest as he stalks over to Dean. It never ceases; Dean can feel it shaking through his body as Cas presses against his elbow. Their bond tightens and Dean feels the additional surge of magic, the familiar supporting his witch and boosting his powers. The magic surges through Dean, the purest drug he’ll ever need, and that, combined with the presence of Cas at his side, gives Dean enough fortitude to look at Crowley and snarl “Get the fuck out.”

Crowley pretends to be hurt. “Such a cold welcome Squirrel. And after everything I’ve done for you.”

Dean forces a brittle laugh. “You? You’ve never done shit for me, except try to get me in your pocket from Day 1. I told you then and I’m telling you now–I’m not for sale.” Next to him, Castiel hisses in punctuation, lips curling back to reveal his bared teeth. Without looking, Dean reaches down and settles his hand on top of Cas. He feels the fur standing on end, the tension running taut through every inch of Cas’ frame.

Crowley flicks a dismissive eye towards Castiel. “Can it pussycat,” he sneers, before he turns back to Dean, ignoring how Castiel’s growl rises in pitch. His eyes glow red in warning. “Last chance Winchester. Take the deal before something goes wrong.”

Dean doesn’t even need to consider. “How about you go to hell?”

He senses Crowley moving before he does, but it’s Cas who acts. With an inhuman screech, he launches himself from the counter straight at Crowley, claws outstretched.

A flick of Crowley’s fingers sends Cas flying across the room, his small body hitting the shelves. Cas’ high, anguished scream, somewhere in between a human and cat cry, strikes straight at Dean’s heart.

Magic sparks at his fingertips and this time it’s his turn to flick his fingers. He’s never been adept at nonverbal magic, but it turns out that with rage clouding his vision, he’s amazing at it. It doesn’t feel like it takes any effort at all for him to hold Crowley stationary, hand outstretched. No matter how much Crowley struggles, he can’t break free.

Dean chances a glance to the other side of the room. His chest clenches in worry when he catches sight of Cas’ human frame, sprawled unmoving on the floor, back to him. For Cas to lose control of his form–Dean turns back to Crowley. For the first time, the demon’s face shows fear.

“You head back to that pit of brimstone you crawled out of,” Dean snarls. The urge to hurt, to rend rises in him, dark and ugly–But then he feels, muted but still blessedly present, the calm pulse of Castiel in the back of his mind. It soothes the violence in Dean, long enough for him to look at Crowley and enunciate every word, just so that there’s no misunderstanding. “If I ever see you in this shop again, I won’t hesitate to rip you right out of that meatsuit and shove you down so far into the pit that it’ll take decades for you to crawl back out.”

He leaves Crowley pinned for a moment, just to make sure that the demon gets the message, before he relaxes his hand. Crowley’s feet don’t even touch the floor before he disappears.

Dean rushes to Cas’ side, gently turning him over. A thin trickle of blood runs from Cas’ hairline to his temple. Dean’s blood boils, but before he can perform a summoning to yank Crowley’s ass back and take every bit of Cas’ suffering out of his hide, Cas’ eyes flutter open.

Now, as always, Dean’s caught in their piercing gaze. His mouth goes dry and he becomes aware that he’s gently thumbing over the bolt of Cas’ jaw. He doesn’t stop.

“Crowley gone?” Cas asks, voice thicker and rougher than usual, but his eyes are lucid.

“Yeah. Asshole hightailed it out of here.”

And before he can second-guess himself, give himself a list of reasons of why he shouldn’t, Dean leans down and kisses Cas. It’s firm, unyielding and unapologetic, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind what he means.

Cas freezes, but only for a moment, and then he’s kissing back, hands reaching up to rest against Dean’s cheek. His fingers hook into the soft spot behind Dean’s ear, pulling him closer, and Dean goes willingly.

“Finally,” Cas murmurs, once they part.

“Finally?” Dean echoes, drunk on the memory of Cas’ stubble scraping against his chin, the bold sweep of Cas’ tongue against the seam of his lips.

Cas gives him his best flat stare. “I was spooning you every morning for two straight weeks. What did you think I was trying to do?”

Dean swallows, aware that he may not be as suave as he likes to pretend. “I thought you were cold?” he offers, when it becomes clear Cas is waiting for his answer.

“You thought I…” Cas murmurs to himself, before he rolls his eyes. “What would you do without me?” he asks, rhetorically, before he’s pulling Dean’s face down to his once more.

Don’t know, Dean thinks blissfully, as he proceeds to learn Cas and the variety of noises that Cas can be persuaded to make.

Hopefully I’ll never find out.

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