#brother in arms yea i bet he was in your arms

[tai-lung]

KUNG FU PANDA 3 (2016)

I fought by his side. I loved him like a brother. And he... betrayed me. Well... now I will destroy everything he has created.

[kamospeach]

plot: basketballplayer!eren who matches his angry girlfriends energy they're both hotheads

content warning: black coded, heavy cursing, shower sex, fingering, daddy kink, pretty chill

peachy's yap: wc 3.4k.ᐟ i think about reader yelling at eren for yelling at her very often i fear. i really didn't want to make this a smut so i keep the smut to a minimum.

Tuesday at 6:43pm

this tuesday was like every other tuesday except for one different thing. like usual on the second day of the week, you walk into the arena of your college to watch your boyfriend play. finding his mom and dad sitting there along with his big brother zeke. you all sat right in the front, your legs crossed sitting proud in the jersey he instructed you to wear for today.

again, just like every tuesday, eren ran out alongside his teammates as they warmed up. the first thing he did was look for you and his family, blowing a kiss to all of you. he then turned back to the crowd, throwing his hands in the air to rile them up and get them as loud as he could. this was his game-day ritual; nothing was different until they walked in.

your rival school, the first student to walk in was jean, the internet's biggest troll. he had been going live on instagram, saying how he was going to beat your school— 'full sweep,' to be exact. of course, that angered eren. not only were they both D1 basketball players, but everyone knew of their beef .comments went around, with people betting on who they suspected would win.

'trost university is going to destroy shinganshina state'

'only good player on ssu is eren yeager'

'trost is ass, yeager is going to lead us to victory'

the comments went on and on which only fueled eren's competitiveness through the roof. you told him not to be too conceited on the court which only made him mad at you. he thought you were saying he wasn’t good at what he does.

it wasn’t necessarily that but you couldn’t help but feel like jean and his team had improved since last year. although your school won last year it wasn’t by anything except 10 points and the game was back and forth the whole hour and a half.

just as you expected the game was close and eren was heated the whole time. jean getting in eren's face calling him and you quote 'pussy ass boy'. which made eren’s face turn red raining 3 after 3 but it wasn't enough.

although he was good everyone else on the team lacked any effort. no defense, no one else powered through offensively, and an excessive amount of turnovers. the game was 5 minutes away from ending and it was getting embarrassing. if you weren't part of this school you'd unfortunately agree with jean this was a full sweep. the buzzer went off and you stood from your seat looking up at the scoreboard.

119-73

fuck. you heard yelling and you quickly walked to the floor followed by his family. as you got closer and closer you realized the yelling was your boyfriend. curses spewed from his mouth as he spat across the court. pushing through people to get to him before he lunged at whoever he was arguing with.

"man fuck you, you didn't have to say nothin' to me and you did." eren yelled and jean laughed eyes following you as you grabbed eren's arm.

"yea okay you was talkin' shit online so say that shit to my face. or are you too scared to get your ass beat in front of your bitch." jean spat and you looked around, you just KNOW he wasn't calling you a bitch.

"who you calling a bitch?" you said looking at the boy before you. he smirked about to open his mouth but eren beat him to it.

"if you arguing wimme talk shit about me, fuck is you speakin' on my girl for?" he said walking up to jean and usually you'd hold him back. but jean called you a bitch, no mercy for the wicked.

"what you wanna do? fight?" jean asked looking eren up and down.

"beat his ass rennie!" you yelled and before the two men could get to fighting someone yelled.

"eren and y/n!" his father yelled making the both of you look in his direction. the strictness in his voice scared a lot of the people around you. everyone including jean turned to look in the direction of the yelling. there stood grisha on the other end of the court. the sternness in his voice made everyone pause. "over here... now!" you both nodded turning away from jean and walking over to his family.

"great you got us in trouble." eren joked and lightly shoved your shoulder making you laugh.

"me? i didn't tell you to fight him." you huff turning your nose up at eren and looking away.

"yeah right aren't you the one who told me to beat his ass?" he laughs and you shake your head feigning innocence.

"nah," you said as you guys stood in front of his parents.

"you'll both end up getting beat up one day." his mother said shaking her head as she laughed.

"well he shouldn't have said anything about her," he said looking back to see if his team was going to the locker rooms yet. eren talked with you and his family a little longer, but he was still fed up. he looked tired, like he was ready to get in the showers and get to bed.

his answers were short and whenever his dad brought up the game he'd wave it off. once it was time for him to go to the back you all let him go about his business. you waited next to eren's car and his parents waited with you at their car which was parked next to his.

after another 30 minutes, eren was walking out with his shirt around his shoulders and his warm-up sweats on. you rolled your eyes as he walked out dapping people up and starting conversations. it was getting colder by the minute and you really weren't in the mood.

"eren let's go!" you yelled and he looked at you with a glare and left his friend behind. he unlocked his car door so that you could get in the car. but you didn't want to get in because if he knew you were warm he would take his sweet time.

"thanks for coming you guys," he said to his family kissing his mom on the forehead and hugging his father and brother. after he said his goodbyes you both got in his car and he looked at you. “why you makin' that face?"

"how many times have i told you to wear a shirt outside? you'll get sick." you huffed as he threw his backpack in the back. "especially straight out of the showers."

"ma... i just lost a game and you're talking about me getting sick." he huffed starting the car as you guys made your way to his apartment. you lived on campus but you never went home on game days since eren wanted you with him after a game. win or lose.

"well guess what happens when you get sick? you. can't. play." you said tilting your head back and forth each time you spoke. eren just looked at you out the side of his eye not interested in engaging in an argument.

after a short drive to his apartment, you quickly got out of the car walking to his door. you pulled out your spare unlocked his door and pushed your way in. you walked to his kitchen looking through his fridge not even bothering to acknowledge his presence.

"so you get an attitude with me and come in here looking through my food," he said setting his bag down near the door.

"you mad at me 'cause i don't want you to get sick," you mumbled grabbing his leftover pasta and warming it up for the two of you.

"who was mad? all i said was i just lost a game. like nobody wanna hear that shit when they just got they ass kick!" he said raising his voice and you turned to him with a brow raised.

"okay, my bad. but i told you to not get too cocky." you gave him a pointed look and he jerked his head.

"what're you saying i'm not good enough to beat jean?" he jumped to the conclusion now full-on yelling and you sighed. he knew that's not what you meant, not at all.

"i told you when we watched film, they're exceptionally better than last year!" you reminded him and he hummed, now you were yelling.

"oh so now you're a basketball expert?" he yelled getting closer and closer to your face and you rolled your eyes.

"i mean shit we watched it all the time! why are you acting like im your enemy? i was trying to help you not be disappointed!" you yell and he scoffed.

"so what i was supposed to just expect to lose?" he waved his hands in the air.

"i don't know! stop yelling pissing me off!" you yelled back and he looked at you like you had grown two extra sets of arms.

"you're yelling at me!" he yelled again and you gave him a blank stare.

"i'm yelling at you because you're yelling at me!" you rebutted and he threw his hands in the air.

"so then shut up!" he said with a chuckle and you nodded laughing to yourself. "you just wanna argue so bad," he said wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against the counter. your back to his chest as you both waited for the food to warm.

eren’s hands started to trail up your body. you already knew what he was hinting at without him saying anything. you weren’t in the mood at the moment. you just wanted to eat, lay down with eren, and sleep.

his post-game stamina was insane. you’d both go round after round not stopping until your brain was fucked smooth. or you couldn’t speak from being so out of breath.

you knew tonight would be worse because he was LIVID. if the celebratory fucks were bad you couldn’t imagine the pounding he’d give you tonight. losing to jean, to your rival school, and after two weeks of trolling you’re bound to be half dead by morning.

“not tonight ren,” you say reaching up to grab your warmed food. he kept his arms around your waist dragging behind you every place you went. followed behind you to grab the plates. not even helping when you struggled to reach for them.

“ma please, at least a quickie we can do it right here,” he begged softly thrusting his hips into yours. demonstrating how simple it would be to have a quickie at this moment. "see i could take you right now. 10 minutes done." he said and you laughed at him.

"no ren i'm tired, i had work and your game." you made up an excuse and he scoffed.

"you're such an old lady," he laughed knowing the 'work' you were referring to was working at the school library. sitting down checking people into the computer lab and helping only if they needed. he knew your day was uneventful since you blew up his phone while he was in class.

"i'll be that." you hum turning to look up at your boyfriend who smiled down at you. for someone who just lost his basketball game he sure was happy. you shake your head as you laugh at him, his mood was so back and forth it was crazy.

"you so fuckin pretty," he said staring you at your face. he analyzed everything about you, he started by looking at your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips.

"thank you but why are you staring?" you laughed handing him a plate and he shrugged taking it.

"because you're my girl?" he said in a questioning tone. you both sat on his couch and he turned on the tv for the two of you. you both ate and watched a movie engaging in conversation here and there. once you guys finished eating you cleaned the dishes and decided it was time to head to bed.

"i'm about to get in the shower," you tell eren who nods with a hum. you go into the bathroom and strip down, and you turn on the water waiting for it to warm. as you were waiting you felt eren's presence behind you. seconds later you felt his dick pressed against your ass. although an hour ago you weren't in the mood you can't lie that the feeling of him pressed against you wasn't turning you on.

"see how hard you make me?" he whispered in your ear and you just laughed at his attempt to seduce you. you turned around to see eren naked, looking a little too excited to take a shower for the second time in 2 hours.

"didn't you already take a shower in the locker room?" you asked stepping into the shower of course followed by eren.

"yeah? but i'd miss the chance to see you naked," he smirked grabbing your waist to spin you around. you looked up at eren trying to avoid direct eye contact not wanting to fall into his trap. "why you looking away from me?"

"because if i look at you, i might let you get what you want," you admitted and he gripped your chin squeezing your cheeks making your lips pout. he forced you to turn your face and look in his green eyes.

"you don't have to do anything you don't want to. but i ain't gon' tell you no." he laughed and you nodded understanding what he meant. your brain ran through your options, you did want to sleep but you had to shower. so maybe you guys could just do something real quick.

"i think i want to," you say grabbing his dick stroking it slowly and groaning. he pulls your face to him in a heated kiss his other dropping to your waist. he kissed you sloppily letting go of your jaw and slapping your ass, which stung a little more because of the water. you pulled away to frown at him. "you know that hurts more than usual."

"m'sorry i been waiting to do that," he admits with a grunt loving the way your soft hands pump his cock sensually.

he had been looking at your ass in those jeans you wore with his jersey. he rubbed the spot he had slapped hoping to soothe the pain. he went back to kissing you hungrily pushing his tongue in your mouth. gliding it over yours swirling it around tasting your mouth.

"open." he quickly said pulling away from you, and you listened opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. he let his spit drip in your mouth watching it slide down your throat.

"couldn't wait until you were fucking me?" you asked and he shook his head. releasing the grip on your ass relocating his hands to your breast. his head swooped down capturing your nipple in his mouth. he sucked and lightly bit on your nipple making you moan. he wanted to be a gentleman and engage in some type of foreplay. he switched showing attention to your other breast just before his resolve fell.

"i can't wait when it comes to you," he says reaching down to slide his fingers through your folds. even tho the water was running over the both of you he could tell the drippings between your thighs was more slick than water. he rubbed your clit not once breaking the intense eye contact you both held.

his middle finger slipped into your cunt, your legs got weak and you gripped onto eren’s bicep. he didn’t waste any time adding in my middle finger pumping fast. your thoughts were cloudy the only thing in your mind was the way eren’s fingers moved inside you.

“ren,” you moan out looking up at him as he just smiled at you.

“yes?” he asked tilting his head to the said fingering you faster. your words were broken up by your moans as you pleaded with him. letting out a strangled ‘pls just fuck me’ and eren couldn’t deny he was just as eager as you.

he picked you up pressing your back against the cold tile. making you hiss from the feeling. eren lined himself up with you sliding you down on him. you squealed feeling like he was in your chest. he bit back a moan which made it almost sound like a growl instead. he stilled for a minute letting you both catch your breath.

the next thing you knew eren was thrusting into you roughly. using his upper body to press you against the wall and hold you in place. his hips snapped into yours at an almost feral pace. all the sounds of your actions were pornographic. the way your cunt is squelching, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his loud grunts and groans, and your moans and squeals.

you reached up to run your hands through his shoulder-length hair. the feeling of the shower water running over the both of you while you engaged in such lewd acts. your back arched off the wall while eren placed one of your feet on the ground. he held your other leg up fucking into you hitting that spot in you at a whole different angle.

“ren… your t…too deep!” you yelped but he didn’t care. he liked being so deep in you your eyes rolled back in your head and your body began to twitch. all of that was what made fucking you more rewarding than any basketball game he could ever play. he pressed his forehead against yours pecking your lips.

“i know ma let me just make you cum okay?” he whispered moving his hands to grip your face. “it feel good? tell your rennie how much you love it." he groaned in your ear.

"fuck i love it, i love you." you moaned and eren smiled still relentlessly thrusting into you. although the way your walls clenched and unclenched around him had his head on cloud nine. your fucked out face and gaping mouth in the shape of an 'o' was stroking his pride.

"you love me? that's why you were a good girl for me?" he asked feeling your needy cunt gripping onto him for dear life. "you about to cum? tell me you love me again." he instructed you the feeling in his stomach letting him know he was close and would be cumming right behind you.

"i love you daddy..." you moaned your nails scratching his back as a wave of pleasure hit you like a train. your body could barely take the feeling of your orgasm, this was better than anything you'd felt. eren was close behind you his hips stuttering as he released in you. his warm cum filling you up and leaking from you dripping down his balls.

"fuck i love you too ma," he grunted but it sounded more feral like it came from the depths of his chest. he pulled his now limp dick out of you letting your leg down. they were sore and weak so you grabbed onto eren. "you did so well." he hummed against the top of your head leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"ren i can't stand." you frowned and he smiled nodding. without a second thought, eren took it upon himself to clean you first. after he had fully cleaned you and you were satisfied with the job he did he took his shower. you sat on the toilet towel wrapped around your body. you couldn't lie you watched eren intently as he took his shower.

"take a picture." he said glancing at you and you shrugged joking saying 'i will' making him laugh. he really didn't care if you did. considering all the nudes he'd sent to you throughout the day when he didn't have practice and was waiting for you to come over.

once eren was done in the shower you both finished your night routine getting into bed. your head against his chest while he laid one arm wrapped around your shoulder and one behind his head. you both were nodding off at the movie on the screen.

"i promise the next time i will not fall for your trap," you said and he let out a small laugh.

"i didn't trap you, you started it," he said which technically wasn't wrong which made you roll your eyes.

"go to sleep." you huffed and he kissed the top of your head.

"good night."

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

↭Haitani's little sister.

Rindou and Ran were half-brothers, since their father hasn't stopped with one woman. But when they got introduced to their little sister? That was a shock.

Apparently, you were their half-sister.

You meet them thanks to one of your mother's relative. When you heard that you had brothers, you were so happy and excited but now officially standing in front of them, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Ran flashed you friendly smile and introduced himself to you. Rin, on the other hand, got introduced by Ran.

You walked closer to them and looked at them in awe before handing them the bracelets you made. They curiously eyed the bracelets and put them on. Ran was smiling brightly and even tho it wasn't a big smile, Rindou smiled as well. Maybe they really didn't mind a little sister.

That was the first meeting.

After that, they bought dresses, toys, shoes and everything for you.

Since you didn't have your own room, you were sleeping in theirs. Bet Ran would tell you bedtime stories but would fall asleep at the beginning, so Rindou would have to continue (he didn't know the story but made something up).

You three would mark your height on the wall. Being 4 years younger than them, you were shortest and couldn't escape their teasing about how small you were.

Sometimes it was a bit hard to know whether you thought of Ran as an older brother or parental figure, since he was already very mature for his age and was acting like a parent more like a brother.

I feel like Rindou would urge Ran that you needed to learn how to fight and yes, Rindou did teach you a lot about wrestling, boxing and kicks. You two were training together even.

You'd compete with Rindou often in arm wrestling. Of course he'd let you win.

You were the one who braided Ran's hair and told him to always wear braids and now he does. He likes them too.

You were ALWAYS safe with them. No matter what happened, you knew you didn't need to be scared since you knew so well that you had big brothers who could protect you.

On Christmas, you three gift each other handmade gifts that you made yourselves.

Ran and Rindou would be protective of you but they wouldn't be OVERprotective because you get to enjoy your teenage years.

Ran definitely disliked the idea of you going down the same path as them. He couldn't make Rindou avoid that path, so he hopes he won't make you end up the same way.

Once your friends stayed for girls sleepover and you all started doing rituals to summon your dead fish. No way in hell Rindou didn't get creeped out and was telling Ran to stop this ritual, while Ran was laughing his ass off.

You: I'm having boy problems

Rin: "His body won't fit in the casket" boy problems or "I like the guy" boy problems?

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You: Aunt visited us, big bros. She's waiting for you two to come back.

Ran: be nice to her, she gives money.

Rin: we'll be there soon.

_____

Ran: it's 7am you morons.

You: So?

Ran: let me sleep, jesus crispy

Rin: JESUS CRISPY

You: HELP

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You: Rannie, you're colour blind, yes?

Ran: yea, why?

You: I'm thinking about what to get you for birthday.

Ran: I swear if you'll get me Rubick Cubic I'll shoot you.

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[phoward89]

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Based on this ask

Love Is A Losing Game

The avox stood against the wall, waiting for you to beckon, while you sat in your sunroom with your longtime best friend, Livia. You were at a small table drinking tea and listening to her complain about her toddler, Plutarch.

“Ugh. I swear, I can't even go to the powder room without him following me.” Reaching for a biscuit, your dirty blonde friend sighed, “I told Hilarious that we need to hire a nanny, but he said no.”

She took a small bite of her biscuit as you sipped on your tea. You didn't know why she was so upset about her toddler wanting to spend time with her. And you told her so too.

“You just don't understand how demanding motherhood is, Y/N. Just you wait and see.” Pointing to your round belly, Livia factually remarked, “In a few more months when you pop out Coriolanus’ little brat you'll be singing a different tune.”

“Don't call Cassian Xandros a little brat.” You snippily ordered your friend, causing her to just roll her eyes at you. Setting down your teacup, you decided to change the subject to something that you needed to get off your chest; something that's been eating away at your mind. “I think Coryo's having an affair.”

“He's only been president for a few months, Y/N. If word got out, well, it'd be scandalous and I'm sure his political career would be dead in the water.” Livia told you while nibbling on her lemon butter biscuit. “Do you know with whom?”

“No, but I know he has to be having an affair, Livia. I mean he comes and goes at all hours and half the time he's not even coming to bed; we haven't slept together in a while too.”

“Oh no, now that is a problem.” The dirty blonde socialite sighed. “I bet it's Clemensia Dovecote that he's cheating with. You don't know, since you were a couple grades below us at the Academy, but they were always walking into the school linked arm in arm. Even though they denied it, they looked like a couple back then.” Livia bluntly informed you, picking up her teacup and sipping it.

“Really? I didn't know that.” You honestly told your friend. Reaching for your own teacup, you revealed the name of the person you thought your husband had a thing for back in his Academy days. “Coryo was always with Sejanus back then; I always got the vibe that they were a little bit more than just friends.”

“Oh I hope not. He was district.” Livia spat out; the thought of the president having a past love affair with a district person making her skin crawl.

If only she knew about what went down between him and Lucy Gray. Oh, she'd shit her pants if she knew about that.

You know, of course, since he told you about it after a year of dating. When you had to all but pull his teeth to get him to reveal why he refused to tell you that he loved you; show you anything other than lust and his OCD tendencies.

It didn't bother you.

Correction, him having Lucy Gray as his ex and his failed first love didn't bother you, but the number that she did on him- now that’s what bothered you.

She fucked his head up pretty bad; took you a long time to unfuck it up too. To get him to be able to confess his love to you.

But somewhere deep inside of your soul, you always feared that Coryo was just telling you what you wanted to hear. That he didn't truly love you; that he could turn to somebody else once he got bored of you.

“Yea…but they were close friends. Like brothers” You reminded Livia. “And his death hit Coriolanus hard.”

That was an understatement. Your husband still had nightmares about his fellow comrade’s death. It happened a decade ago, but he was still haunted some nights by nightmares. Those nights you usually had to ride his cock to calm him down so he’d be able to go back to sleep.

He never talked about the nightmares, other than the one time he told you that it was about Sejanus’ death. You never pried, knowing that the Plinth boy's execution was a taboo topic for Coriolanus.

The socialite rolled her eyes, only to suggest, “If you think he's having an affair then you should wait up for him tonight and confront him.” Giving you a look from over her teacup, she added in, “It's what I would do.”

Coriolanus was exhausted. No, wait, take that back- he was FUCKING exhausted.

Between trying to clean up the fucking mess that older then dirt President Ravenstill left for him and trying to ensure a smooth transition of head gamemaker duties to his successor (a recent University grad that sadly didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground), he was stretched too thin.

Burning the candle at both ends as one might say.

He was barely sleeping; worse he was barely able to spend anytime with you.

You were 6 months pregnant with his first child.

A son.

He felt guilty for being in his office on the opposite side of the presidential palace or at the Citadel, but he didn't have a choice. The games along with trying to keep the country afloat was his top priority.

As much as he wanted to spend his late afternoons and evenings with you, he couldn't. And he wanted nothing more than to fuck you dumb on his dick every night too, but sadly he was just too tired anymore for that either.

When the new Head Gamemaker calls up in the middle of the night frantically asking what to do if an intern falls into a mutt tank…well…yea…that's when Coriolanus knows he has to do two jobs instead of just one.

He's stuck puppeteering the new head gamemaker *cough* telling him step by step how to do is damn job since he fucking fudged his job application and has shit for brains *cough* and running a country that's national bank account’s lower than it should be *cough* looks like President Ravenstill and his cabinet were embezzling funds or something cause the numbers aren't adding up *cough*.

“Yes, well, if you need any more assistance on this matter don't hesitate to call.” Coriolanuse tightly told the Head Gamemaker. The man was grating on his nerves. Before the unqualified idiot could utter a word, the president said goodbye and hung up.

Hung up with a firm, loud, clunk since he was so tired and aggravated.

Unfortunately, the president was always tired anymore. He was even too tired to fuck you these days, which was truly depressing for him since your Coryo felt you were even more beautiful now that your belly's round with his child.

Coriolanus felt that your pregnancy makes you look radiant. Your skin had a glow to it, he felt you look ethereal.

Your tits were full from the milk your body was making in order to feed your son once he was born; he loves your milk heavy boobs. Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man; so your boobs going up by 2 sizes was heaven for him. The president enjoys sucking and massaging them in his large, calloused hands while you ride his cock. Burying his face in them, peppering kisses in your cleavage.

Something his exhaustion has been keeping him from doing.

Also, your ever growing belly (full of the precious life you created during a very passionate and lustful night 6 months prior) made his chest swell with a burning pride. Coriolanus loves kissing your stretch marks and running his hands all over your belly.

He also enjoys whispering to your belly, telling your growing son all kinds of father-son secrets.

But he’s been too tired and tied up with his never ending work to do that ritual.

Half the time he was passing out on the sofa in his office before he could even make it to your room; the other half of the time he was sliding into bed in the wee hours while you were in a deep sleep.

He hated it.

But he has to endure it because he refuses to have the games flop during his first year as President of Panem.

When Coryo dragged his feet into your large, ornate bedroom he wasn't expecting you to be up, waiting for him. He assumed you'd be asleep, like every other night.

“It's nearly 2 in the morning, Y/N. Why aren't you sleeping? You know you need proper sleep in your condition, my darling rose.” Your husband lectured you, tiredly fumbling to untie his tie.

You decided to do what LIvia suggested. Wait for your husband and confront him. So, when he shuffles into your room, a sight for sore eyes, with the nerve to lecture you about being up, you lost it.

Your eyes narrowed at the president as you snipped out, “Coriolanus, I know you're cheating on me. Who is she? Is it Clemensia Dovecote or somebody else?”

Pulling his tie off and tossing it to the side, he looked at you as if you had lobsters crawling out of your head. You’re accusing him of having an affair. Seriously?

“With how I’m spread too thin, darling, where would I ever find the time for an affair?” Coriolanus chuckled.

He thought this was funny, oh how dare he!

“This isn't funny, Coriolanus! You're coming and going at all hours; we never sleep together anymore. Who is she?!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, watching your husband unbutton his waistcoat and take it off.

The platinum blonde’s long fingers numbly unbuttoned his shirt. His tone was flat and tired as he gave you the blunt answer of, “The she that's taking all of my attention off of you, my love, is the shaky finances of Panem and the Hunger Games.”

All of the air was knocked out of your lungs upon hearing your husband's words. All you could do was blink. “What?” you whispered in disbelief.

Coryo's shirt hit the floor, in the pile his red waistcoat and tie was in. Toeing out of his shoes, he sighed, “Being president and passing the baton for the games to an under qualified head gamemaker, unfortunately, has taken up all my time.” Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his deep crimson pants, he offered up a sincere apology of, “I’m sorry, my darling rose, that my neglect made you think, even for a moment, that I’m being unfaithful to you.” His pants pooled around his long, pale legs, and he gracefully stepped out of them. “Y/N, I truly did not mean for you to feel such a way, my love.”

Watching your husband pull off his socks and toss them to the side, you cried tears of joy. “I forgive you; I'm just happy that it's work taking up your attention and not some whore.”

Coriolanus tiredly made his way over to the king-sized bed you shared and climbed into it. Pulling you into his arms, he let out a puzzled scoff of, “Clemmie? Really, of all people to accuse me of having an affair with it's her?”

“I didn't accuse you of cheating with her; that was actually Livia this afternoon when I told her that I suspected you of having an affair.” You informed your husband as he pulled the blankets over the both of you.

“You told that bitch you thought I was cheating on you?!” Coryo exclaimed, his nostrils flaring; baby blues wide in utter horror.

“Don't call Livia a bitch, Coriolanus.” You reprimanded your husband, only to remind him that, “She's my best friend.”

“I don't know how you're best friends with that shrew, darling.” Coriolanus mumbled mostly to himself, even though you heard him. His large, calloused hand rubbed your ever growing baby bump softly. “Telling Livia your ill founded fears was a mistake. She'll just tell that political reject husband of her’s; he'll be calling up Capitol News 6 with a juicy insider story about the unfaithful president.” Coryo’s tongue popped angrily. “My fake affair’s going to be the the main news headliner tomorrow morning, my darling rose.”

“No, it won't, Coryo.” You assured your husband since you had too much faith in your best friend.

Your husband on the other hand didn't have faith in Livia Cardew-Heavensbee, at all. No, he didn't trust her after the temper tantrum she through when her mother informed her that he was courting you, General Prometheus Byzantine’s step-daughter, and had refused to meet with the Cardews regarding a money match.

Coriolanus never told you about that because he didn't want to taint your friendship with the dirty blonde shrew, who only married Hilarious because she couldn't have him: the adoptive heir to the Plinths fortune.

But now maybe it was time to tell you. Maybe it was time to taint and ruin a girlhood friendship of yours.

Only to ensure that you wouldn't trust anyone that didn't carry the Snow name.

Yes, the only people you could trust were him and Tigris. He was even leery about Tigris’ new lover, Aleka. Eh, but that was because his spies haven't been able to dig up enough information on them for the president to decide whether or not they were trustworthy.

But, he's sure that after he tells you the truth about Livia that you'll be rethinking that friendship.

And when (not if) that article hits the news as the big headliner, he'll make sure to invite Hilarious over for drinks.

Drinks that only one of them will enjoy.

Snow lands on top and he'll make sure that anybody who slanders his good name or makes you believe he's an unfaithful man, when he's actually the most devoted and faithful husband in all of Panem, chokes on their own blood.

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[cultofdixon]

It’s the thought that counts

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Baked goods to win the girl’s heart when yours was already his • SFW

Requested: Anon

“Yea think she’s gotten used to this place?” Daryl asks his best friend Carol while they were on the porch, her thinking they were watching everybody but of course he was watching a certain somebody.

“Yeah, I think she’s liking it so far. She is more careful than the others who sort of dived into this place”

“Good…that’s good” He crosses his arms leaning against the post next to the stairs as Carol leaned over the railing noticing his attention never leaving. “She livin’ with yea right?”

“Yeah, Y/N didn’t mind staying in Rick’s the first night or two but once I asked if she’d like to stay with me? She jumped at the opportunity” Carol is close to both Daryl and Y/N. Just one of them is more forward about their feelings.

“…she doesn’t want to be with me in the Grimes residence?” He didn’t even think for long about those words when he asked them. All he knew was the instant realization made him quickly avoid Carol’s smirking. “Fuck off”

“Y’know you’re going to be seeing them a lot right? You’re close friends and she’d rather be around you than anybody else”

“Why yea say that when she’s literally over there talking to this…Aiden fucker”

“Because he’s the head runner for the supply runs. Y/N got asked by Deanna to join said group for her job here”

Daryl scoffs bringing his gaze to the ground. “Bet yea that son of a bitch is flirtin’ with her”

“You care too much and see so little. She’s coming over” Carol whispers the last part causing Daryl to straighten up brushing off dirt or whatever was on his person, nothing. “Hey Y/N”

“Hey! Hey Dar” Y/N smiles at the archer watching him return that smile of his. “I’m glad I saw you were out here”

“Oh yeah?” Carol smiles with intentions that Y/N caught on making her role her eyes as Daryl was left clueless. “Why is that?”

“That Aiden guy?” Y/N gestures with her head. “Makes me really uncomfortable…I’m gonna try and get Deanna to let be on the recruiting team”

“Yea wanna help them bring people in?”

“You’d be good at it.” Carol adds to Daryl’s concern with a bit of a bright side. But Y/N respects the honesty. “But be careful with these people yknow? Aaron is part of the recruiters and they are nice but—“

“I know how to take care of myself…it’s honestly just to have a reason to get outside the walls without needing an escort”

The two look at each other confused as Y/N gestured with her head toward the brothers talking to each other.

“They think I can’t handle myself” She laughs in response to both of them scoffing. “Anyway, I’ve gotta go talk to Deanna and hopefully Maggie can help me convince her…I shouldn’t be out long”

Carol nods smiling, thankful, that she keeps her update and more importantly him. Daryl watches Y/N leave the porch as a thought came to mind.

“Is she going to the party?”

“I don’t know. But I am, to get on people’s good side. Why?”

“I don’t know…if she ain’t then I guess…uh I could…uhhh…”

The woman couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her throat making her friend the archer blush out of embarrassment. She gently grabbed his bicep ushering him inside and deciding to help him.

About an hour or two has passed and Y/N entered the home with a bit of an exhausted look to her complexion. A small smile graces her features as she makes her way into the kitchen finding Carol making another casserole, at least with all the ingredients it looks like she was doing that.

“Another casserole?” Y/N smiles bringing herself to the kitchen island finding all the different items on the counter. “Smells good”

“Oh yeah, another one. The one I’m making is for us though…and a few cookie batches to win some people over”

“Who woulda thought you can make all these things with what this community has found over however long this place has been around…” Her smile falters for a second before she shook off that feeling. “I’m gonna see what they have for anything comfortable. I’ll be back in like. An hour…ish”

“Going to take advantage of the shower and hot water?”

“If I could live in it, I would” Y/N laughs on her way out and the second she left the kitchen, Daryl groans getting up off the floor.

“You didn’t have to do that”

“Didn’t want her to see me” Daryl brought the bowl over with half the cookie dough since a batch was already baking. “Don’t want to spoil shit”

“Well, hate to break it to yea but I don’t think she’s going to want burnt cookies” Carol states indicating they both missed the timer going off as Daryl quickly turns around to pull the batch out.

After Y/N got ready for the evening, thankfully finding leggings and a sweater to wear, she brought herself back to the kitchen finding no Carol but Daryl beating himself up about the batch of cookies in front of him. He was tapping one against the counter telling them both how hard it was.

“Messing with one of Carol’s failed batches?” Her voice startled him out of his thoughts as he sets the cookie he was messing with down trying to think of the words.

“Uh. Yeah” He doesn’t want to say it’s his. “She’s gettin’ another tupperware container from Rick’s”

Y/N took a seat at the island reaching over and taking a cookie as Daryl gives her a concerning look. “What?”

“They’re burnt”

“But not all of it. ‘Sides Id always eat my dad’s burnt cookies whenever he tried to make them.” Y/N broke apart the cookie eating the bits that weren’t burnt too bad. “They are really good, props to the chef”

I’m right here and I should just fucking say I made them Daryl couldn’t help the small twitch in the corner of his lips as he watches her take a few more before taking her leave after telling him she’ll skip out on the casserole.

Before she completely disappeared, Daryl quickly rounded the island as his fast pace made Y/N stop giving him a questioning but curious look.

“I-…Sorry. Forgot what I was gonna say”

“That’s okay. Come find me when you do remember, Dar” Y/N smiles warmly, heading back upstairs with the cookies he made as he watches her go.

Felt like perfect timing for Carol to come back watching Daryl stare upstairs smiling a bit to herself when she noticed his emerge.

“Talk to Y/N?”

“Yeah”

“About…asking her out or?”

“No…” His shoulders slumped slightly as he brought himself to look at his friend. “Anyway. Another batch or should we try and get the dessert?”

“You’re lucky I found a cake tin at Rick’s and I’ll take care of it. Gotta make it perfect” Carol smiles heading toward the kitchen once more. “But you can help, and it’s the thought that counts”

“Always”

Daryl found out through Maggie that Y/N was going to go to the party. Taking the opportunity to scout around the entire community to ease her anxiety and Rick’s. So he was going to wait til she returned to the house to present her with the dessert he (well Carol) made.

Cheesecake. It was HARD. Like real fucking hard. But thank god there’s a vegan option that Carol found in one of the old cookbooks in the house.

“Hey Daryl” Aaron’s voice caught the man off guard as he was following Y/N a moment to make sure she was alright and none of Deanna’s sons were being annoying. “How are yea holding up?”

“Fine. Ain’t going to the party?”

“Eric’s house bound so I was never gonna go but least you thought about it.” Aaron smiles at the archer taking his chance. “Wanna have some dinner? It’s spaghetti”

The archer knew it’d be a while before Y/N made her way back so he took the opportunity and it was a good one. He had a reason for himself to enjoy this place a bit.

Y/N turned away from the window when she heard the knock on her door. Half expecting Carol on the other side but she was happily met with Daryl after he had gotten back from dinner and receiving a bike frame. She was going to ask if he himself went to the party but her eyes were drawn to the cheesecake held in his hands.

“Did you make that?” A bit of a spark in her eyes caught all of Daryl’s attention as he nods fighting back a smile when hers emerged. “Wow…how did…how is it even possible without milk?”

“Cashews apparently…or whatever kind of nut that can be made into milk..” Daryl thought back to the mini argument he and Carol had while making the nut milk about said substitute.

“…Cheesecake is my favorite, I’ve only ever told you that.” She smiles taking the plate when it was handed to her as she couldn’t contain her laughter. “I can’t eat all of this tonight”

The two found themselves back in the kitchen as Daryl let Y/N cut herself a slice about to cut him one when he objected. Given he made it for her.

“We can share then” Y/N smiles wrapping up the main cake and tossing it in the fridge before grabbing two forks for the one slice. “You really didn’t have to make this for me…”

“I wanted to” He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as Y/N couldn’t help but match the same blushing expression on herself. “I’ve always wanted to do this…as if like…”

“Asking me out?” Her tone shifted and Daryl first heard it as confusion but then thought it over and remembered hearing the bit of excitement in her voice. “This…is definitely…”

The small pause caught his whole undivided attention as his eyes looked at her waiting for more watching her take a bite of the cake and absolutely enjoying it.

“One of the greatest things to happen to me” Y/N smiles enjoying the cake sliding it over for him to get a taste of his work. Thought the way he took a bite and enjoyed it more than what a typical baker would with their own work. She knew he didn’t make it, she knew the thing he made were the burnt cookies that she did enjoy.

“Uhm. So…Do you—-“

“I’d love to, Dixon” Y/N continues to smile bringing herself around the island and gaining a bit of courage to press a kiss to his cheek. The smallest affection and impact making him lean into it and chase for another that she would happily give. “It took you long enough…and can I just say something?”

“‘Course” Daryl gave her the smallest smile as Y/N pulled herself close bringing her lips to his ear.

“I think I like the cookies you made more” She whispers with a smile, giving him one more kiss on the cheek which permanently left the blush on his cheeks before pulling away and taking the plate.

[phoniexrose02]

NoNut

Demetri alexopoulos x Black! Reader

Smutt~ 🌰

Demetri had no Plans of Participate in no nut, Expectantly With you Walking By his Side now but When Robby Pulled out a Few Hundred after training, The Game was On.

He'd gotten about 20 Days into the Month before Your Skimpy Skirts an Shorts started to get to him, he wanted to Rip it off you-

"Demi? We still good to go for our Study Date tonight?" You asked innocently Moon and Yas at your side. Though you'd Chosen Simple Outfit it still Hugged and Showed your Curves. You'd thought the Long Black Dress would make it Easier for your Poor Boyfriend to Function, But all it was Doing was Turning him on...

"Yea, After Training of course" he Responded Making Yas Groan Loudly."I don't understand the Hype over these Karate Kids..." She Quietly Groaned out Referring to Both you and Moon, She left to her Last Period taking Moon with her.

You Wrapped your Arms around your Boyfriend Waist Gently shoving him into the Lockers, His Cheeks Began to Heat and he Could Feel His Dick harden as your Plump Tits smashed Against his Chest."Don't Train too Hard Ok?" Your soft Voice an Quiet, you Kissed his Cheek leaving a Glossy Lip Print Before Following the Girls to Class.

He'd been Bricked for the Rest of the School day an Decided to Get some Advice from his Training Pals.

" I can't Win this with Y/n around, Is it Hard with moon too?" He asked Hawk in the Middle of their Spar, He only Smirked before Putting the Young Man on his Back with a Hard Thud, Demetri Groaned the impact Knocking the Wind From him. Eli Kneeled to his Brother an Held out his hand."How Bad do you Want that 200?"

Pretty Bad...

He'd kept trying to tell himself that as he Approached your front door, it was More than Just a Bet. He wanted you to know that he wasn't Just There For your Rocking Body, but for you...

When you showed to his Door your Hugged Dress was Replaced with a pair of Shorts that Rode up your ass and a Crop top that Showed just a bit to much Cleavage.

"Hope your Ready to Study Hard~"

He'd known you enough to know what you wanted."uhm...don't you wanna start the homework!" He Sprung up from your Grasp over to his Backpack Where he Pulled out a Few Books an Paper, he Sat at his Computer Chair Turning away to Face his Desk, you'd Felt a bit Cold from his Sudden moment.

"Demi??"

You shuffled further to the edge his Bed in Suspension, an he finally Turned to you once again."Your not doin' that Stupid Bet are you?" His Face Gave you all the Confirmation you Need an you Giggled."Girls Talk Baby~" he Grumbled. He didn't want to have to Explain it...

"It's a Control thing, Plus id Get 200 out of it" he Shrugged, But the Face you Made to him Let him know you Weren't entirely sure what to say next.

"So you don't wanna Titty-Fuck me Right now??"

You Played with the edges of the your Top letting your Breast Spill from it, You Jiggled them a bit an He became a Tomato as he watched you Bouncing Boobs an Pouting face, he'd almost forgotten is Cash Money Prize."As Much as I'd Love to, I can't y/n, Please Don't make this Hard..." he Snapped his Head away from you to Whatever else he could in the Room."But I Got all Pretty for you Love~" you Mewled out slowly Descending to the Floor and to his Chair, He Watched you Crawl to him like a Predator staring down His Prey, your Breast Swallowing up any Necklace you wore.

"Well..." He Felt his Dick Harden straining in his tight Jeans." I guess when you Put it Like that...I Can't say No~" he Quickly Pawed at his Jeans to Let his Dick loose, you Sat on your Knees Waiting an licked your Lips as It Sprung Free. His Dick Stood at attention for you as He Grabbed a Small Bottle of Lube from His Desk Drawer.

"Haven't bust one in 20 days, make it Note-worthy?~" you pull off your top an bra revealing the Beauty Silver Bars, You watched his Dick Jump as the Reveal of your nipples piercings."Fuck, your Sneaky Minx" You Jerked at his Already Heated tip before stealing the Lube From his Shaking Hands, You Poured some onto your Boobs Before Slipping his Cock Snug in between.

"So Warm~" You Moved your Breast in Figure Eights, Squeezing his Dick and Pinching at your Own Piercings. He Leaned over Mouth agape, you Kissed at his Tip Making him Thrust a Bit into your Chest."Let me Fuck your Pretty Titties~" You Obeyed letting him Take Charge, He Grabbed your Breast by the hand fulls Squeezing them together tight and he leaned back an started his Wild thrust into your Sleek Breast. " Fuck! Fuck! I missed these these pretty Tits!~" Your Face Warmed at the Confession, an you began to lick at the Now Leaking Tip, the Precum warm an Salty. It's all it Took for him to Spill his Cum all over your Face and Tits, But God Damn was it a Big Load~

"God...this is really a Mess, I'll get something to Clean you with!" He Pulled up pants quickly before disappearing into the Bathroom. You huffed at the sound of running water and Grabbed your Phone, you Quickly Snap a Pic of your Cum Covered Tits. He comes back with a Warm Rag and you Quickly Toss your phone back onto the Bed. You Spent the Rest of the Night Making Sure he'd Spilled every last Drop from him, Putting him to Bed Before heading home yourself.

The Next day at school, he Shameful Made His failure known to his Buds Who Weren't too Surprised, Eli of all of his Friends Knew Full Well he wasn't getting that 200. Not only was his Girlfriend Hot but Everyone Knew How Crazy he went for you, How you two Would Magic Disappear any event and try to reappear like nothing happened. Its Obvious to the Boys he wouldn't last Long.

At the end of the school day he found you gossip with your girls in the hallway, Giggling an Whispering as he slowly Approached. Moon Quickly shoved something into your hand Before the Two Push Past Him."Better Luck Next Year..." Yas Whispers an the Girls Run off to Class Giggling. His Eyes finally laid to in Clearly a Bit Confused."What was that??" He asked quietly pointing behind him.

"Us girls made a Lil Bet too" you Smiled flashing the Money to him."It's not a Full 200 but I'm sure it's enough for a Lil Date Night~" you Branded a Beautiful Smile making him Blush a Bit.

"We can Go to my house After~" he Wiggled his Brows an you Follow up with a Pleased Giggle. He wrapped his arm around your waist Leading you to out for your Night of Fun~

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[a-kaash-me-outside]

a bit dirty - ch4

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the chime of the entrance bell rings as osamu pushes open the front door, two brown bags of groceries in each arm as he greets you with, “can’t believe you’re here before me.”

“morning to you too,” you tease, rushing around the bar to meet him and take a bag or two from him.

“thanks,” he says as your fingers brush up against his forearm and your heart thumps a little too loud given that you literally just took groceries from him, but you’d argue that it’s not just the groceries, it’s the tone of his voice and his grateful look and the way that you swear his arm moves with your touch just to feel it a little longer.

“course,” you reply, walking back into the kitchen, osamu right behind you, and setting the bags down on the stainless steel countertop. you start pulling things out of the bag, vegetables and sauces and kitchen staples, and he starts putting them away in their respective pantry. 

“thanks for closing for me last night,” he says as he walks back over to the central table where you’re placing all of the ingredients.  

“no worries,” you say, shaking your head, “that’s why you taught me,” you reason.

“that’s true,” he replies. 

you empty the last of the bags, folding them neatly and placing them in the cupboard. “how was your brother’s anyway?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

“really fun,” osamu nods, mulling over something in his head as he continues, “it was nice to just chill on a saturday night for once.”

“i bet,” you smile, “bet you’re glad that I offered to learn to close, huh?”

“definitely glad that i trust someone else enough to close for me, yea,” he says, slightly altering the phrase for the better. 

you’ve only been closing for a handful of months now, were taught a couple of weeks after you returned from the catering event, a couple of weeks after you had sex with osamu for the third time, but on the fucking clock. meaning, it has been a handful of months and some odd weeks since you’ve mentioned anything about yours and osamu’s relationship and what the fuck the two of you are doing or not doing.

you’d think that not mentioning a boundary might be better, easier to navigate if no one has explicitly told the other that it shouldn’t be happening, but the truth is that it’s actually much more difficult. neither of you are sure where the other stands, what their feelings are on the matter, and that fact has led to a standstill. 

not for your job, of course. your job has never been better. you’re still learning every day, you and osamu are still working really well together on the shifts where you’re a team of two, you’re happily taking on more responsibilities and osamu is happily trusting you with them, you trust each other.

but the scope of your relationship, since you knew who he was, of the trust and the easy conversations, has only ever been within the boundaries of work, until he mentions, “you should come next time.”

“what? to your brother’s party?” you ask, and you’re sure you sound as in disbelief as you feel.

“it’s not really like a party,” he says, “there aren’t enough people there for it to be like a party. it’s more like just a small hang out.”

how is that better comes out more like, “then who’ll close for you?”

“we’ll just throw everything in a paper bag and deal with it the morning after,” he explains, because he’s thought about asking you and the intricacies of you saying yes before the words left his mouth, “‘ve done it plenty of times before.” you don’t answer right away, mulling over the ramifications of accompanying him to an event like this.

“if you don’t want to,” he says, and you recognize that hesitancy, the embarrassment, like he’s made a mistake by putting himself out there, by trying to progress your relationship and navigate this really weird time where the two of you don’t know what the other wants.

“no!” you say, abruptly, maybe a bit too loud, “i do! i absolutely do.”

“are ya sure? i know sumu’s a lot, but he won’t be the only one there, sakusa’ll be there and our friend, suna. they’re way more chill. not sure we could all take it if we had someone else in our group like sumu,” osamu explains and excuses all at the same time, slightly rambling, but you’re looking at him like he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

there’s no mention of aran or any other coworker you know and it’s just nailing in how much of a non-work event this is, no social safety net to catch you or to lean back on. osamu will be the only one you really know there. he looks at you, patient for an answer. 

you’ve already made up your mind, know exactly the response you’re going to give, but he just makes it even easier as he says, “i won’t leave your side, swear.”

you laugh, head falling from your spine, goofy smile, you’re sure, on your face as you nod, “then i’d be stupid not to, huh?”

/\ /\ /\

true to his word, the next time that atsumu has a small hang out, osamu invites you. he plans it all out too, schedules the two of you to work together that night, takes responsibility of driving you there and getting you home safely, double checks that you actually want to go, gives you plenty of time and a lot of grace to back out, but you don’t.  

the night of the small hang out, osamu is ready to leave onigiri miya promptly at 9pm. the checks are punched, the money is counted, and the receipts are safely stuffed in a bag for you to sort out tomorrow when you open. you change into more casual, less work uniform clothes in the bathroom, grab the bag of onigiris that osamu has packed for sakusa and suna, and then you head out.

“so which one of these friends is the one that was with you and atsumu at the club that night?” you ask as you wait for him to lock the front door. translation: which of these guys knows that we had sex in a dirty club bathroom?

“omi was there with sumu and i that night, but we’re all really close,” osamu answers, walking down the street towards his parked car. translation: they both know that we had sex in a dirty club bathroom. 

“how do you know them anyway?” you ask before offering a small thank you to osamu opening the passenger side door for you. 

“omi started as sumu’s friend, really, but then the two became inseparable, and sumu and i are practically inseparable, so, y’know,” osamu answers, “and then suna and i have been friends since high school. honestly, been the four of us for a really long time.”

“well, i’m excited to meet them,” you say very truthfully, “especially if you say that they’re more chill than atsumu,” you add, even more truthfully.

osamu laughs, “definitely,” he says, “they’ll love ya.”

the warmth rises to your cheeks, sweat to your palms, and you shift in your seat, turn your body slightly to face him just a touch more, to see the comfort in his features and the softness in his eyes. your heart a subtle drum, echoing in your ribcage, and as your fingers crawl against the center console, creep towards his resting forearm, the rumble roars reverberant.  

the tips of your fingers brush against his wrist and it’s like he’s expecting it, arm overturning, thumb brushing against your palm before threading his fingers with yours like that’s where they’re meant to be. it’s without explanation and void of any reluctance or questioning, reciprocated and assured. 

and you really wish you could make better sense of this.

/\ /\ /\

you assume that atsumu will answer the door given that it’s his place, but your assumption is wrong. when osamu knocks on the door, it takes only a few seconds for someone, you deduce suna, to answer it. he throws open the door, greets osamu with a wave and then you with nod. “yo,” he says, and then holds the door open for the two of you to step inside.

“suna,” osamu says, gesturing towards you, “this is yn.” it’s almost weird for your name to come out of his mouth. he doesn’t say it very often. sure, he does say it, but he doesn’t use it to get your attention and when he does refer to you, it’s not usually in front of you, so you don’t normally hear it. 

“nice to meetcha,” suna says, awkward smile and even more awkward body language as he steps further into atsumu’s apartment. “you work at the restaurant?” he asks, and you know that he knows the answer to that question, but he’s just trying to make polite conversation, and you do appreciate it. you nod. “cool cool,” he nods back.

you already feel like you’re failing at socializing, that osamu is regretting inviting you in the first place, but then he starts talking, conversation directed towards you. “yea, the other day at work, this weird ass guy came in and was practically hitting on you while he was ordering,” he says, practically starting a story, and it works.

“oh my gosh, yea,” you say, nodding as you follow suna into the living room, “he was ordering different dishes, but changing words in the titles to, like, make them pick up lines?”

suna laughs, furrowing his eyebrows, “how does that even work?”

“well, that’s what i was thinking, right,” you say, “but he was really creative, i don’t even remember what he was saying, all i remember was that my first thought wasn’t even oh this is weird, it was how long has he been thinking of this or is he a genius?” 

“well, what happened?” suna asks.

“i basically called samu over pretending to be confused about what he was ordering because i really wanted him to hear what-,” you say and as you’re explaining, suna walks into the kitchen. 

“keep going, i’m listening,” he calls out.

“oh, yeah, so, samu came over and the guy just starts talking completely normal again and i even tried to call him out on it, like, repeated one of what he said before back to him and-,” you say as suna returns, three beers impressively held in one hand, one in another, reaching out and offering it to you. “thanks, -and he just looked at me like i was the weird one.”

suna passes one of the remaining beers to osamu and sets another next to sakusa who is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. “that’s insane,” he says, shaking his head, “so weird.”

“really weird,” you agree. 

“i always feel like there’s weird shit happenin’ over there at oni-,” suna says, but is cut off.

“hey! the star employee,” atsumu calls out as he enters into the living room and the loudness of his voice and the forwardness of his statement is unintentionally making you feel small very quickly. 

osamu rests his hand on your lower back, a silent signifier of the promise he made to you in the restaurant when he asked you to come, that he won’t leave your side. 

“hey atsumu,” you say, only attention given to his comment a small laugh at the end of his name, “thanks for having me.”

“i told samu that he should invite you over, hang out with you outside of work finally,” atsumu says, flopping onto the couch next to sakusa, arm flung around him, pressed up against his side, very in his space. “isn’t that right, omi?”

“the only good piece of advice i think you’ve ever given,” sakusa says, deadpanned, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when suna chokes on his drink and throws a thumbs up his way. 

“that’s a point for kiyoomi,” suna calls out, “if we’re all keeping score at home, that’s kiyoomi 162 and atsumu 1.”

atsumu sits forward, “that’s because you guys never give me well deserved points. what about the other night when i said that really funny thing and then i was like see that’s point worthy? and then you guys said-”

“not if ya ask for it,” osamu says, “that’s the most basic rule and has cost ya so many points, but ya still keep askin’ for em.”

“if he doesn’t ask for em, how’ll you guys know when he’s being funny?” you joke and the instant that it leaves your mouth, you’re so worried that it won’t land or that it’s too mean, but sakusa chuckles and suna laughs even louder than before and osamu smiles proudly. 

“that’s a point, that’s gotta be a point,” suna says, nodding, head looking back from sakusa to osamu. sakusa nods shortly and that’s enough for suna to laugh even harder. “tsumu, you’re tied for second, but she’s gonna surpass you before the night’s over i bet.”

osamu nods over to the couch as atsumu starts yelling at suna. he walks over with you and sits down next to you, arm draped over the top of the couch, just barely ghosting over your shoulders, and all you want to do is lean your weight into his side, but instead you stay upright, rigid almost as you hold the bag of onigiris in your hands. 

sakusa spots the bag as it drags on the floor, looks down at it and then raises his eyebrows at you. “you brought gifts?” he asks and you offer him the bag, leaning forward to hand it over. “thanks,” he offers, instantly rooting around to find his favorite and tearing it open.

“don’t get rice on the rug,” atsumu says, interrupting his argument with suna, clicking his tongue. 

“fuck off,” sakusa answers, biting into the onigiri again. 

“look, at least eat it over a plate,” atsumu complains, standing up and walking into the kitchen to grab a few small plates. he hands one to sakusa and another to suna, grabbing the bag from sakusa’s feet and throwing it to suna’s. 

atsumu is starting to seem less and less scary. 

/\ /\ /\

halfway through the night, atsumu is walking around picking up little pieces of trash and dishes that sakusa or suna have left, complaining loudly at every single one. “you guys are horrible guests, y’know that? ya’d think that i’d have ya over enough times and ya’d start cleaning up after yourself.”

sakusa and suna and osamu all ignore atsumu’s complaining while he’s in the living room, but the second that he disappears into the kitchen it’s more direct, “samu!!!!! come help me with the dishes,” atsumu yells. 

“dumbass, it’s your party, you clean up,” osamu yells back.

“you always help me with the dishes,” atsumu whines. 

he refuses to leave you alone. he made a promise. and you love having him here, sitting on the loveseat with you across from suna and omi, but they’re talking to you and they are, indeed, much calmer than atsumu, not that you thought he’d lie to you, and you’re enjoying your conversation a lot. “you go ahead,” you say, steady look thrown his way to prove how truthful you’re being and he hears it all loud and clear. he nods, smiling, leaving the three of you alone in the living room.

/\ /\ /\

a bit later in the night and the only two people in the living room are you and osamu, but there isn’t any space to show for it. you’re pressed up against each other, legs draped over his thighs, practically in his lap, pointing at the frames on atsumu’s walls and the photos inside of them and the stories behind them, finishing whatever number beer this is. 

you don’t even really remember getting into this position. it was either gradual enough to not notice the shift little by little or the change felt so natural there wasn’t a before and after, only a now. your spine is pressed up against the arm rest, backs of your thighs resting on the upper tops of his, your hand resting on the grasp he has on your knee, and the way that you’re pressed together isn’t even the most intimate thing about the two of you right now.

because osamu has been telling you a story for the past twenty minutes about the first year that he opened onigiri miya. you knew the jist of it, the broad strokes, the big details. you knew numbers and dates and first recipes, but hearing about his soft open and how his regulars became regulars felt much more telling. 

you didn’t know about his somewhat rocky start or the fear of taking out a loan to fund this dream of his or how terrified he is of failing to this day, but you do now. 

when he tells you, his voice is steady, genuine, and his eyes are comforting and grateful, and everything about the way that he speaks lets you know for certain that he isn’t just telling this story to everybody. as he finishes, patches up all of the gaps in the story that he skipped over and any details that he might have missed, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his bicep. you rest your head on his shoulder, tucking your feet underneath you, knees resting on the side of his thigh, and he exhales, kisses you softly on the top of your head and says, “thanks for listenin’, angel.”

you turn to look at him, to rest your palm against his cheek, to thank him for telling you, but you don’t get that far, startled by the loud yell in the kitchen.

“you’re fucking so dumb,” suna laughs, the metalic sound of keys jingling follows, gets louder and louder until sakusa and suna and atsumu all emerge to pass through the living room to the front door. 

“idiot hosted a party and ran out of beer,” suna explains to the two of you as he pushes atsumu towards the front door, “we’re headed out for a refill. need anything?” you’re increasingly grateful that no one, not even atsumu, has made mention of how entangled the two of you are on the couch.

“are ya sure you’re okay to drive?” osamu asks, look thrown over his shoulder to atsumu.

“omi’s drivin’,” atsumu says, pressing an obnoxious kiss into the side of his cheek, ��only had like 2 beers all night, first one was hours ago.”

“i’m cool,” sakusa says, nodding, and osamu doesn’t press a single second more, evidently trusting him. 

“see ya in a bit,” atsumu calls out, back towards you, waving as the door is pulled open and suna and sakusa leave in front of him. 

when the front door closes, despite the alcohol in your bloodstream clouding your thoughts a tiny bit, the realization hits both of you that you are alone, off work, not at work, and you both really love the way that the spots on your skin in contact with one another feel. you don’t say a word, let the silence settle in, too occupied with your own thoughts to try and formulate them into sentences, too worried about whatever might be going on in osamu’s head. 

his touch pulls you out of it, a gentle finger coaxing you to look up in his direction, dull nails scraping against your jaw, thumb nudging your chin, and this is the first time that a moment like this isn’t brought on the forwardness of your words. you melt against his warmth, push your cheek into his palm, turn your head and kiss his thumb. there’s no timer counting down in your head, no rushing to get this moment over with in time, even though there maybe should be some urgency, you just want to be here, present.

he moves you slowly, but confidently, reaching over to guide you by your hips until you’re seated in his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. this position is so new for the two of you, you on top, him looking up at you, the softness of cushions beneath you. 

you wrap your hands around the back of his head, thread your fingers into his hair, pull down gently on the locks until his neck is completely stretched, lips are as close to you as they can be without you having to move. he looks so pretty, waiting, expectant, patient, needy. you like this position very much. 

the slight pressure where your fists reside in his hair, this faint lost look in your eyes from having this tiny inkling of control, the weight of you in his lap, how your head tilts back as you pull his back, mirroring the motion you’re trying to achieve. you look so pretty, trying, out of your comfort zone, longing, restless. he likes this position even more.

he tugs you forward, shifts your balance, and you’re crashing into him, arm reaching out to brace yourself on the back of the loveseat, face inches from his. all he has to do to close the gap is sit up. your lips are soft, kiss is hard, and you shift your arms to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into you. 

you feel like a teenager, kissing your crush on a living room sofa, giddy and sappy and smiling as he wraps his arms around your lower back to press you closer into him. you smooth your hands down his chest, his stomach, press your fingertips into the inside of his thighs, nails scratching against the fabric of his jeans. 

“missed you a lot, samu,” you admit, forehead against his for a tiny breath break. 

“and i missed ya even more, love,” he shoots back, one peck pressed into your lips and then another. “i don’t think i can wait this long to kiss ya again.”

you shake your head against his, “please, don’t.” you kiss him again, more passionate, breathless. you need him to feel how much you need this, how badly you need for him to not leave you alone for this long again. “promise me,” you mumble against your plea. 

“promise,” he says, pulling away to look up into your eyes, “wasn’t plannin’ on it.” you claw your fingers into his thighs harder and osamu bucks his hips up into you at the touch, a soft groan leaving his chest, a knowing smile on his lips in response to your devilish one. 

“we’re right by the front door,” osamu warns, leaning into the crook of your neck, kisses placed against soft skin, fingers molding around your hips, dipping down the back of your skirt.

“you’re strong,” you reason, half-joking, “you can fix that.”

one second you are on the couch and the next second, you are not. you are in osamu’s arms, tiny squeal as he lifts you effortlessly and walks with you down the hallway. when he pushes open a door with your back and sets you down, it’s not nearly as plush as you’re anticipating it being. you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. 

“you really want to fuck in your brother’s bathroom?” you ask, curious, but impatient smile on your face.

“you really want to fuck in my brother’s bed?” he shoots back. osamu’s laugh tells you everything that you need to know, an easy nudge that just says, trust me, and you don’t have to walk down the hall and take a peek into atsumu’s bedroom or have osamu spell out all of the reasons that he thinks fucking in the guest bathroom is a better idea. 

it’s clean, really clean actually. neatly decorated, virtually untouched. small, sure, but you and samu don’t need an ocean’s worth of space, the two of you could make do in a stall. the glass of the shower is residue-less and the white solo-standing sink across from it is practically sparkling. the window is slightly cracked and the carpet on the floor in the middle of the room is soft. 

“yea,” you lean forward after a minute of surveying the area, hopping down off of the edge of the sink, “you’re right.” you rest your forearms on his shoulders, fingers clasped behind his neck, pulling him into you. 

you can’t move osamu like he can move you, not even close. you pull on his neck, one hand on his shoulder, trying as best you can to wordlessly guide him into the position that you want him to be in, but he’s too engrossed in kissing you, in feeling your soft lips and tasting you. if the roles were reversed, you’d already be turned around right now, moved with strong hands in steady positions, but you’re struggling to silently communicate that you want him to be up against the sink right now. 

“samu,” you whine against his lips, forehead pressed against his and now he’s kissing your pout, “lemme move you.”

oh my god, if he couldn’t have snapped right there, kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, fucked you until you couldn’t walk, given you everything in the entire world, every last grain of sand and drop of water, told you that he loved you or that he needed you or just that he wanted you to stick around forever. instead, he nods, can’t hide his smile as he moves in the soft direction of your pull, focuses on your gentle coaxing touch. 

he moves until the pressure stops, your hands drifting down his chest and then his sides, palms digging into his hips, driving his lower back against the sink that you were just sitting on. osamu doesn’t ask any questions, isn’t the slightest bit curious as to why you’re moving him or what you have in store. he can see it in your eyes and your assured movements, the unfolding of desires and plans, and he’s very happy to just be along for the ride.

you’re slow to lower to your knees, even slower to place your fingers on his belt, ghosting touch skimming over the leather and against the cool metal buckle. osamu is filling in everything in his head, swallows harshly before a shaky exhale, “fuck.”

you look up at him with doe-like eyes, happy for once to be the one seeing the ruin in his lust-blown eyes and the anticipation on his face. “haven’t been able to get the feeling out of my head,” you say, eye contact steady as you pull his jeans down over his thighs, watch him watch you as you inch closer to his heavy cock, jaw falling open and his eyebrows furrowing in response. “of your cock on my tongue.” his response comes in whimpers and tensing forearms and a tighter grip on the edge of the sink.

fuck, he looks so pretty waiting like this, trusting you like this, hips pressing forward the slightest fraction just to get that much closer to your lips. his lips are slightly parted, bottom one moving with every unsteady exhale, a subtle blush in the highs of his cheeks. you can’t tear your eyes away from him, not as you take his drooling head into your mouth, slide the underside of his cock against your hot tongue.

“angel, fuck,” he grunts, “mouth’s so perfect.” he wants to touch you, to grab you by your hair and sink deeper into your mouth, but your hands are soft on his hips, fingers tucked up the hem of his shirt so he can feel your nails scraping against the skin, and you’re being so slow and so caring and savoring every drop of precome and twitch of his cock. 

his knuckles are practically white, all restraint shown in the grip he has on the edge, because your mouth feels so warm and so wet and so good, but it feels even better knowing that you’re taking care of him in exactly the way you want.

you wrap your lips around his head, tongue laving over the slit and spongy tip, spit and precome gathering in your mouth, swallowing as you take more of him. your lips get tighter as you swallow, tongue slips against his length. it’s harder to focus the deeper you take him, the further his fat cock causes your jaw to open, the farther his thick head hits the back of your throat. moving your head back and forth on his throbbing cock, the image of him blurring as you move faster, but you’re determined to watch him unravel even heavier.

he’s leaving it completely up to you, the pace and the depth, and it’s so different for him to give up control and just let you do exactly what you want to him, but he misses the feeling of some part of you in his hands. it’s like you can read his mind, eyes flickering to his uneasy hands itching to feel something much more human underneath them. you slide your hands down his tense forearms, moving one to the side of your face and threading your fingers in the other. he doesn’t take advantage of this, this closeness to your mouth and your movements, only curls his dull nails against your warm skin.

you hum at the touch, vibration from your throat sending shivers up his spine, and if he watches you care for him so sweetly just another second longer he’s not going to be able to stop himself from coming down your throat. 

“sweetheart,” he mumbles, low and whiney. you hear him, but you don’t want to, too enveloped in the heft on your tongue and the fullness of your throat and the familiar taste. he mumbles again, tapping two fingers gently against your cheek to get your attention, “bunny, hey.”

the air is cool compared to your encompassing mouth and tight throat, and osamu silently curses himself for saying anything at all. “hm?” you ask, side of your palm coming up to your bottom lip to wipe away the gathering sheen. he pulls you back up to your feet, hand strong on the back of your thigh as he presses you against him, heavy cock nudging into the fabric of the skirt between your legs. 

his lips skim yours, not completely a kiss, as he speaks, “y’know what i can’t get out of my head, doll?” you shake your head, pleading eyes flickering to his lips, hanging onto every word, “how pretty you looked on top of me earlier.” the whimper this elicits from you drives osamu mad, large hand spanning your other cheek as he pulls you into a deep kiss, moving with you to the floor. 

sitting with you in his lap, one knee bracketing either side of his hips, osamu is now very grateful for the stupidly expensive, surprisingly soft rug that he failed to convince his brother not to buy. the heel of the palm of your hand on his sternum drives him down to the floor, looking even more up at you now as you circle your hips, rubbing the thin cloth of your panties against his leaking exposed cock. “like this?” you ask, breathy and somewhat timid to be in control despite the fact that osamu was patient putty in your hands mere seconds ago.

he nods, hair messy against the rug beneath him, and you can only assume that another part of your slight discomfort is that, sure, you’ve had sex with osamu in bathrooms, more times than you should’ve to be honest, but you’ve never had sex with osamu lying on a bathroom floor, and for some reason, this feels even more filthy than any times before. 

but osamu rests his hand on your thigh, pushes the fabric of your skirt up so that he can look down at the dark spot on your panties and the way they bunch and tighten as you slide your covered pussy against his throbbing length, bucks his hips up into you, lifting you off of the ground just enough to make you gasp, and yea, no, this feels incredibly right. 

you brace yourself on his sternum, lift yourself up slightly to move your panties to the side, no patience or want to climb off of him and take your panties completely off, you want him inside of you right now. “could eat you out so good like this,” osamu says, eyes drifting up your body before settling on yours. 

you shake your head. you want him inside of you right now. “next time,” you mutter, sinking down onto him slowly, inch by inch, and it just keeps fucking going. you tilt your head back, chin to the sky so that your moans have a better path to leave you. “samu, baby, fuck.”

when you’re finally seated completely on your cock, it’s like you can feel it in your stomach and in your throat, you’re so fucking full, he’s so fucking deep inside of you, you can barely fucking take it. you’re whimpering, tiny tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you babble, “fuck, i- you’re, mmm,” you shake your head, hand frantic to interlock with his as you circle your hips, not wanting to be without a single inch, “samu, fuck, so deep, you’re- i’m- i can’t- you’re so fucking deep inside of me, baby.”

he can barely take it either, so deep inside of your tight, clenching walls, completely surrounding him. every one of your tiny movements, every shift and circle and squirm, forces him to show restraint. he loves this view, this feeling, will continue to wait as you get adjusted and continue your fucked out babble no matter how badly he wants to flip you over and fuck you as hard as he can until you’re squirting all over the rug beneath you. “i know,” he chokes out, “i know, babygirl, i know.”

when you start to move, it’s nothing drastic, miniscule movements that don’t require much effort, pushing your hips forward, pulling them back, leaning towards osamu, tilting away. you can feel him move inside of you, but he stays this deep. all the while, you’re slurring nothing to him, tidbits of gratitude and cries of pet names, and if you’re this ruined already from this little, god he can’t wait until you’ve reduced yourself to tears, until he has to pick up the pieces and coax you through orgasm after orgasm. 

he presses his fingertips into the fat of your hips, helping you along, picking you up a tiny bit more every time until you’re forced to follow the motion, pushing up onto your knees and letting yourself fall back down, skin clapping harshly against the tops of his thighs. you push his shirt up, desperate to feel the tiny prickles of sweat forming on his soft stomach and his heartbeat against your palm closer. every crash back down, a tiny exhale expelled from your lungs, out your quivering lips, so fucking cute.

“goin’ so slow, angel,” he says, not an objection or an issue, tone steady and in awe, practically an admiration. you nod at his words, barely any room in your head for them amidst the so full so full so deep so fucking full and deep and so full so deep inside hes so deep inside of me im so full of him. 

your thighs are starting to shake, barely even breaking a sweat, but your core is tight and you can feel how sloppy you are around him and how all of your juices are dripping down his cock, can hear the sticky sound of slapping skin when you fall back onto him, and, “‘m so- gonna-,” you whine, “samu,” you whine louder, fat tears falling down your cheeks because you want more, need more, but you can barely even think straight, “please.”

he loves looking up at you, so pretty and needy, wouldn’t trade it for the world, so he’ll give you everything you want from down here. he drives his hips upwards, hands on your hips to move you against the weight of gravity as best he can. he’s barely even started fucking you when you tighten around him, flooding even more, soaking his cock, a throaty, “coming” matched with your eyes rolling back, fist forming around the fabric of his shirt. 

you reach out, bracing yourself on the edge of the sink, other hand plastered against the glass of the shower door as bounce up and down on his cock. your movements are unpredictable, not as steady as his thrusts nor as rhythmic, but driven by instinct and whatever you think you need right now. 

“wanna-,” osamu says, looking up at you, out of breath, pushing up the hem of your shirt to expose your stomach, “have to see your tits, pretty girl.” 

your shirt is gone, bra undone, and as you continue moving yourself up and down on his cock, you realize this is the most undressed you’ve ever been fucking osamu. you’re not sure exactly how that makes you feel, but you figure you’ll have time to deal with the feelings later, because right now, osamu can’t keep his hands off you and you’re newly exposed skin.

he’s running his hands up your sides, hands groping your bouncing tits as they follow the quick, harsh movements that osamu is causing. his thumbs flick over your nipples, fingers dig into the fat, and he really can’t believe he’s never gotten to play with your tits before. 

you can feel him everywhere, under the backs of your thighs and deep inside of you and over your chest and you’re coming again, clenching around him, grip tight around the sink as your thighs shake even harder, your movements weaker, slower, doll-like, as osamu fucks into you faster.

you’ve barely come down from your high before you’re ready to come again, thick cock splitting you open, hitting the deepest parts of you, filling you so perfectly. you’re so tight around him. you can feel every single throb, every strong pulse, and when osamu sits up, braces himself on his arm behind him, pulls your chest into his face with a gentle hand on your shoulder, you can’t help but cream all over his cock again, his name falling off of your tongue repeatedly. 

he can’t fucking take it, how tight your walls are, how creamy you’re making his cock, how sticky the tops of his thighs are. “princess,” he says, a warning, “where do you want it?” 

“on my-,” you breathe, you know exactly where you want it, “want it on my pussy.”

“fuck,” he says, shaky, “of course, baby, fuck.” he pushes forward further, creates a gap between the two of you as he leans you back, making sure that you’re able to brace yourself in the same way that he is before letting go of your lower back. he pulls out of you, thick cock resting on your sloppy pussy, hips bucking to slide the underside against your sensitive clit and soft skin.

he wraps his fist around his cock and you watch in awe, pupils wide as you stare down at his tight grip around his throbbing length, the way his thumb swipes over the head as he gets to the top. you reach forward, wrapping your own smaller hand around his cock. he’s so thick, so weighty in your hand, and every pump of his cock coaxes a throaty grunt out of osamu, eyes floating from place to place, on your cute hand around his fat cock, on your pretty tongue swiping over your bottom lip, on your bouncing tits as you stroke him faster. 

if it hadn’t been so long since he’d fucked you last, he’d have forced himself to last all night, just to watch you jerk him off all night, until your arm got so tired that he had to take over for you and all you could do was watch or use your other hand, awkward movements and slower pace, but different grip to get used to. 

another time, he thinks to himself as he thrusts up into your hand slightly, spilling over the side of your fist, thick load leaking out of the tip of his cock and onto your already messy pussy, creamy ropes landing on the insides of your thighs and on top of your pretty cunt and cute clit. you lean back, fingers still wrapped around his cock loosely as you use your other hand to smear his come between your legs, mixing his mess with yours before sticking your fingers into your mouth. 

your fingers are barely out of your mouth as osamu kisses you, hard, so hard that he nearly knocks you backwards, sitting up onto his knees to angle your head up towards him. he wants to tell you so bad, wants to say fuck it to all the voices in his head and the fear in his bones and just admit it to you. the look in your eyes when you pull away doesn’t make it any easier. 

but your hoarse voice and your giddy smile and your shy, “should probably clean up before they get back, huh?” pulls him out of it. he laughs, short and airy, presses another small peck into your lips because he can, and then helps you to your feet. 

“maybe one day we’ll be able to, like, actually clean up with a shower or something instead of just,” you gesture to the toilet paper in his hand, “this everytime.”

osamu smiles, grabbing your shirt in the corner of the room and extending it to you. “maybe that one day could-”

you didn’t hear the key in the lock or the door open, but you do hear atsumu throw his shoes against the wall and very loudly call out, “we’re baaack.” you look at osamu because you’re not sure what to do, half dressed, still a mess, rug undealt with and very loud evidence of something happening in the guest bathroom.��

“it’s so late, why are you being so loud,” suna retorts. you can hear the three sets of footsteps as they move in the opposite direction towards the living room. 

“where are they?” sakusa asks, and now you can hear the footsteps spread out, all beginning to look in different areas of the apartment, bags set down on coffee tables, doors opened. 

“how do we play this?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed, chewing on your lip thoughtfully, and osamu wants to just forget about making a smart plan and stay here and fuck you again instead or maybe just kiss you until everybody leaves or falls asleep. “samu,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face, “do you want your brother to know we had sex in his bathroom?”

no, no he most definitely does not. he shakes his head, thinking just as hard as you are on a good solution, on maybe sending you out first or walking out together quickly and hoping they don’t notice where you’ve come from or sneaking out of the window perhaps. you throw your shirt back on, straighten out your skirt, clean yourself up as best you can as osamu continues cycling through plans in his mind.

“they fuckin’ bolt?” suna asks, probably in the kitchen or atsumu’s room, you can’t quite place the footsteps. 

“maybe a good night for samu,” atsumu jokes, and you can hear the pop of a can opening and a soft oof as he throws himself onto the couch, unbothered now by wherever the two of you have gone.

“fuck off, miya,” sakusa sighs. “probably just left because they didn’t want to be around you anymore. wish i fuckin’ could.”

“another point for omi, count it,” suna says.

“what?” atsumu laughs, breezing past the taunts thrown in his direction, “i’m just sayin’ it must be nice to have an employee fuck buddy.”

your heart is thumping louder, harsher. you feel trapped in more ways than one, deeper than just not knowing how you’ll leave or get home, but in your own mind. you’re not looking at osamu now, embarrassment spreading through your entire body, showing evident on your face and in your shrinking posture. 

“you fucking serious?” suna asks, “you think they’re still…?”

“c’mon, he’s gone, fuck you think they went?” atsumu jokes, and you wish his words weren’t as firm or loud or correct. 

“i never said that,” osamu says, quietly enough to not breach the barrier of the door, “i’ve never called you that, or said anything like that, i sw-.”

“i should probably go,” you say, not hearing or not listening to whatever osamu is saying right now. it didn’t really matter what osamu said or didn’t say, it’s the perception that you didn’t want skewed in the first place, and here it was, twisted and contorted and confirming your biggest fears about falling for osamu as you did. 

“wait,” osamu says, hand reaching out to softly wrap around your wrist and as comforting as the touch is, as much as you want to melt into it or ask for more, you wriggle out of his grasp. “hey,” he says, softer now, just trying to get your attention. “how do you think you’re going to get home?” he asks.

“i’ll just get an uber or something, i don’t know,” your voice is shaky, weak, confused, hurt.

“no,” osamu says, taking a step closer to you, “no, you won’t. i’ll drive you back.” you shake your head. surviving an entire car ride with osamu after hearing whatever atsumu just said seems like an impossible feat. 

you don’t want to leave, but you don’t want to stay here. you can’t listen to another word, don’t want them to continue speaking or hear what else atsumu thinks of you. you don’t want to face them, god, you don’t want to face them, but hearing the rest of this conversation seems somehow even worse. you turn, opening the door to the bathroom, face warm and palms sweating as you take a step out into the hallway. 

osamu moves to grab your hand, to pull you back in, to just talk to you for a minute, but the second that you’re in the hallway, despite how badly you just wanted to quietly tiptoe to the front door undetected, you’re noticed. “shit,” suna says, under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to understand the gravity of the situation.

“thanks for having me,” you say, not looking at anyone, not directing the sentence towards anybody, shoes slipped on quickly, door opened quickly, and bounding down apartment stairs as you hear your name being called from behind you. 

the commotion behind you starts, an “are you fucking kidding me?” muffled by the closed door, rushed footsteps down the hall, and then the noises of the apartment becoming louder as the door is opened once more. you’re outside by the time osamu calls your name again. 

the instant breath of fresh air that fills your lungs is already calming your nerves, sending signals to your brain that it’s okay to start sobbing, the wind will dry your tears. you’re grateful that you don’t listen right away, that it takes a few seconds for your muscles to catch up with your thoughts, because the door flings open behind you, a huff of breaths following the sound of it closing, and jogging footsteps running to catch up with the distance you’ve created.

“wait,” osamu says, but you don’t stop, not sure you could even if you wanted to. you don’t know where you’re going or why you won’t just stop and talk to him, but you keep walking, one foot in front of the other down uneven pavement. “yn, wait, please,” he calls again, voice closer, projecting over urban noises and passing cars. when his fingers wrap around your wrist, the feeling of warmth and the beat of your pulse in his hand scream louder than anything you’ve heard tonight. 

you turn around and the thoughts and signals have caught up with you, blurry vision amidst a lash line of tears, and you wait. you’re grateful for the distortion, for the unclear picture of osamu standing there, face solemn and unsure how to proceed, how not to lose you, and you can’t wait anymore, “fuck, samu, what are we? what is this?”

the words are tumbling out of you now, every worry and clouded judgement from the moment you walked through the doors of onigiri miya, “fucking one time in a club before i even worked there, that’s fine,” you shake your head, pulling your wrist out of his grasp softly,  “fucking once at work after close, okay maybe less fine. fucking in a hotel bathroom in the middle of a catering shift? definitely crossing a line there.” you list off your endeavors, remembering them all perfectly well.

“now, we’ve just fucked in your brother’s bathroom, off the clock and not work related. and your brother referred to me as an employee fuck buddy,” you say, chest aching as the phrases leaves you, “i mean, am i? what is this?”

he doesn’t leave you waiting for an explanation, doesn’t speak over you, he’s kind and attentive like that. “i never called you that. i never said that about you, yn.”

“fuck, samu, it doesn’t matter,” you say, though you suppose it’s a slight lie. the weight on your shoulders and your chest is a bit lighter now, but not entirely gone, “that’s how they see me.”

“they don’t even know about any of those times after we knew each other, only the first time, only that first night,” he explains, but they’re not the right words. they’re soothing some anxieties in you, but not the right ones, but you don’t know which anxieties are the right ones. 

you close your eyes or turn your head, it doesn’t really matter, you just can’t see him. it’s dark outside and you can’t focus on much despite there not being much to focus on, and your voice snags as you say, “if i wouldn’t have made a big deal about this,” you swallow, even softer now, “would we have left that bathroom and skated around the idea of fucking each other until something snapped?” 

the tears have breached your lash line, have fallen down the inner corner, dripped off of your chin and onto your shirt below. “and what?” you laugh, “then we’d just repeat the cycle again? and then again? and i’d never be anything other than your employee fuck buddy, i mean fuck, samu, come on.” your voice is desperate now, cracking and confused, and he’s just standing there, patient and listening. 

“it’s never been about how you view me or how you feel about me,” you shrug, back of your hand smearing tears and mascara against your cheekbones. “or it has, but just,” you groan, frustrated, “i know you care about me somewhat or in cyclical doses, i’ve never doubted that, i just want to know that even though you haven’t called me that, that’s not what you think of me too?”

“of course not,” osamu says, instant and assured. he reaches out again. you let him this time, cup the side of your face, wipe the few remaining tears, pull you closer to him, but not into him, there’s a difference. he just wants you to look at him. “i’m sorry,” he says, eyes darting around your face, not knowing where to land, “i didn’t mean to make it this difficult. i was trying to be respectful and do it right and-,” he takes a deep breath, “all i want is to be with you.”

he continues on, voice soft and thick, soothing all of the right anxieties, “i’ve been thinking about you nonstop since that night at the hotel and i swear to god if we stayed another night, i would’ve spent it with you in my bed, in my arms, but we left and i didn’t- we didn’t-” he takes another deep breath, talks softer now, a tiny scoff preceding his words, “it’d be easier if i could just kiss ya right now.”

you’re nodding because he’s right and because your shoulders feel light enough for you to do that now and because everything that he’s saying is the everything you want to hear, but that’s not the reason he’s saying it. “no one’s stopping you,” you breathe.

you don’t have to meet him halfway, he comes to you. presses his lips against yours, snakes his other hand up to the other side of your face and holds you still as he takes a step into you, body close, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer if he can. 

he pulls away, breathless and the question is already leaving his lips before they’re off yours, “can i take you out?”

your first instinct is to laugh, and you do, because you know his schedule and his next planned night off. “you? get a night off?” you scoff, shaking your head, “who are you going to have close for you? me?”

he laughs, huge grin accompanying it because it’s so easy when you’re around, “no, no, i’ll figure something out,” he breathes, shaking his head harder, “it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you say yes and that i get to take you out on a date, a real date, and then we get to do real date things, and after date real date things.”

your laugh is louder now, lowering your head into his shoulder as you joke, “i don’t know if i can get the weekend off. my job’s pretty important to me.”

he kisses you again, absolutely beaming as he pulls away. “please just say yes so that i can start making plans.” when the joking fades and you’re standing there under shitty streetlight and nonexistent moonlight and you can see the seriousness in his kind eyes, you don’t want to keep fucking around, you just want to say yes.

you want to cross the boundary of hooking up and weird feelings and move forward to kissing at work and carpooling home together. you want to break this cycle and start new ones, ones with less confusion and more domesticity. you want definitions and declarations and dates and labels.

“alright, alright, yes, god,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows, waiting a beat before taking a breath and then his face into your hands to place a soft kiss onto his nose. “i would really love to go out with you finally.”

seconds pass and then minutes and osamu is just happy to be out here on the sidewalk with you in his arms kissing you every other second, and you’re just happy to finally be in a place where you don’t have to worry about the next time you get to kiss osamu again.

you’re the one that breaks the silence, a soft smile on your face unmatching the tone of your sentence, giggly and giddy and somehow just as needy. “can’t believe i’ll get to fuck you in a real bed.”

you’re expecting some form of scoff or laugh or half-joke or disbelief, but he grins at you, drags his lips against the side of your face, and says low in your ear, “i know, angel, can’t wait.”

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Danger First chapter 15

(This is the actual chapter 15 btw, I mislabeled the last one, which was actually chapter 14.)

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“Hm,” said Hikage.  

“His anxiety has certainly gone up,” said Nana.  

“But it isn’t super anxiety.”

“Uh, why do you sound disappointed about that?” asked En.  

“Maybe All for One isn’t watching?” asked Nana, not really believing it even as she said it.  After all, when Toshinori had participated, she’d been his biggest fan.  Not to mention Kotaro’s soccer games…

“Not a chance,” said Yoichi.  “I bet he’s just convinced himself of something stupid.  Like UA changing the rules so that it’s the top entrance exam scorer in the whole school who gets to do the oath, rather than the top scorer in the hero entrance exam.”

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Ah, thought Hisashi as he slowly sipped a quirk from a failed nomu, UA must have been so impressed by his Izuku’s natural talents that they had changed their rules about who gave the insipid welcoming speech.  Of course, if they were going to change them for anyone, they would change them for Izuku.  And Izuku’s speech was much superior to anyone else’s.  

The nomu husk flopped to the floor and expired.  Ah, what he wouldn’t give to be able to drink wine again.  It was much less messy.  

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“I mean, is that really that stupid?” asked Nana.  “It probably would be good to celebrate the other tracks as well, even if UA is hero-focused.”

Yoichi shrugged.  “If my brother thinks it, then it’s stupid.”

“Fair.”

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“All of us,” said Izuku, gripping the microphone stand, “are here, in this competition, for the same reason.  To win.”  There were a few cheers and a distinct growl from Kacchan.  “But winning– winning looks different to everyone.  Some-someone from gen ed might want to join the hero course.  A person from support will want to advertise their inventions.  The business students want to polish their skills, win contracts, build– and build their brands.  And in the hero course–” Izuku took a deep breath.  “I-in the hero course, we want to show you, all of you, and- and ourselves, too, what kinds of heroes we can be.” He raised his fist.  This was All Might’s pose, but he didn’t think Mr. Yagi would mind.  “I believe we can all win!  Plus Ultra!  Go beyond!

“PLUS ULTRA!” the other students screamed back at him.  

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“Huh,” said Third, scratching his ear.  “That was actually pretty good.”

“Hahahaha,” chortled Yoichi, reaching out as if to embrace him, “you’re coming around to the Izuku side.”

Third leaned away from Yoichi.  “What– What was that sound you just made?”

“My avuncular laugh!  I’m working on a new one, since you said my other one sounded like my brother’s.”

En cleared his throat.  

“Yes?” said Yoichi, turning towards him.  “What is it?”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say, never make that sound again.”

“I’d honestly prefer your All for One sound-alike laugh,” said Banjo, looking rather ill.  

Yoichi dropped his arms and curled his lip.  “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” chorused the other ghosts.  

“Well, see if I share my popcorn with you guys, then.”

“We can imagine our own.”

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Izuku hurried back down the stairs.  He wasn’t running away, but it felt a little bit like it.  He took his place between Monoma and Hagakure and breathed deeply.  

“So, Wonder?” asked Hagakure, leaning towards him.  

“It just felt like something that everyone helped me with,” said Izuku, “and I’m always wondering what my quirk even is, so it fits there, too…”

“Surely,” said Monoma, “you have a better idea of what it is after my generous guidance.”

“Y-yeah, it really helped.”

“Shhhh,” hissed Iida from further up the line.  “Ms. Kayama is about to explain the rules of the first event!”

“What a wonderful speech from our student representative!”  The crowd clapped politely again, and the big screens all over the stadium lit.  “Now, without any further delay, let’s get the first event started.  These are the qualifiers!  It’s in this stage that so many are sent home crying every year!  And the fateful first event this year is… STAR SEEKER!”

“I don't know that one,” whispered Hagakure.   

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“Neither do I,” said Yoichi, worriedly.  “What is it?  Is it new?  Nana, Nana, do you know?”

“Hey, it's not like I participated in all that many of these myself!  If it wasn't in the kids’ presentation, I don't know about it!”

“I'm starting to wonder if anyone here went to school,” grumbled Banjo.

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Ms. Kayama gestured expansively behind herself, and the ground rumbled as concrete slabs pulled back and something else rose up from below.  

“In this game, students must find - and keep! - the Special Stars hidden on this Stellar Stage!  Speaking of which please give a round of applause to the heroes who put this stage together for us.  Kamui Woods, Pixie Bob, Aquarius, Cementoss, Power Loader, and their agencies!”

Yes, Izuku could see the expertise of all those heroes at work.  Cementoss for the underlying structures, Pixie Bob for the seemingly natural hills, Aquarius for the water features, Kamui Woods for the plant life and fantastic, if widely-set, trees, and Power Loader for the traps and robots that were doubtlessly hidden all throughout the ‘stage.’  

“But students will have to do more than seek and find in this game of combat keep-away!  There's more than a handful of hidden hazards scattered around, and, what's more, stars can be stolen!  Students will need to keep their stars until the end if they want to move on to the next event!”  

There were cheers all around the stadium as Ms. Kayama paused, letting the microphone rest by her thigh.  She brought it back up again, grinning.  “What's that?  You want to make it harder?  Well, never fear, here at UA we're always ready to go Plus Ultra!”  She waited again, this time for the choral response to die down.  “Our terrific teachers are going to get in on the fun.  They won't be using their quirks, but that doesn't mean they'll be going easy on anyone!”

This time, the cheer was more of a deafening roar than anything else.  

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“My,” said Yagi, “it does seem as if the ideas Nezu got from his discussion with the students bore fruit.”

Shouta grunted.  “Most of the teachers here are pretty popular,” he admitted, grudgingly, “but at least some of that is probably idiots thinking you're going to go out there.”

“I can't imagine how they think I can commentate on the event and participate in it at the same time.”

“In my experience, logic like that doesn't factor into it.”

Yagi sighed.  “You're probably right, but at least the two of us can give them a good show from up here.”

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“It is pretty cool how we have both Toshinori and Izuku's viewpoints,” said Nana, starting to settle more into the fake cinema she and the other ghosts had collaborated on.  

“Yep,” said Yoichi, unfurling a VICTORY IZUKU banner, “two whole ways to watch Izuku being awesome.”

“It's almost like having cable again,” said Nana. 

“Cable would have more channels,” said Hikage.  

“Well, sure, it's not literally cable.  But after just having one channel since I died, unless I want to watch your reruns, it's a big increase.”

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“Oh, UA is certainly a superior institution,” said Monoma, shaking slightly, “to take our disparate thoughts and turn them into something like this…  Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, you can never let them know this was our fault–”

“You know,” said Hagakure, “I'm invisible, not deaf.”  

“We're so dead,” muttered Monoma.  There may have been a swear word or two in there as well.  

“It-it's not that bad,” said Izuku, uncertainly.  Sure, in junior high people had ganged up on him for ‘not pulling his weight’ in group projects… even if he was the only one who had done anything…

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“I'm reiterating my desire to kill Izuku's junior high teachers,” said Yoichi.

“You know,” said En, thoughtfully, “if you could get him to mention any of that to his father–”

“You could get him to reveal his hideous lack of a high school diploma!” said Banjo, loudly, while Nana and Third dragged En off to one side of the mindscape.  

Yoichi sighed.  “Hisashi has a high school diploma.”

“But did he earn it?”

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But UA was different!  He had friends, now. 

Still, he could see some of the things they had mentioned to Nezu reflected in Star Seeker.  The need for something new, teachers on hand and close to competitors in case of an emergency, a dynamic activity that would pit students against each other…  

“It isn't too different from a scavenger hunt,” said Izuku.  And at least it wasn't like they had to deliver the stars and remove themselves from the game to pass on to the next event.  That meant they could support each other the whole time.  It also meant that they were at risk of having their stars stolen the whole time…

“And one more thing!” said Ms. Kayama.  “Don’t forget to stay in bounds!  If you leave the stage, that’s it for your search and your stars!”  A red line around the raised area of the stage pulsed with red light.  “Now, everyone, step on up to the starting line!  When it goes green, that’s your signal to go!”

The orderly rows of students immediately dissolved into chaos, and Izuku had Danger Sense and Hagakure to thank for his untrampled state.  

“Come on,” she said, “let’s find a good place to start from.”

“R-right,” said Izuku.  

“Everyone seems fired up after that introduction, don’t you think so, Eraserhead?”  There was a quiet grunt that might have been Mr. Aizawa agreeing with Mr. Yagi.  “I wonder if any of the stars have already been spotted.”

“If none of them have, then our students need a remedial lesson on assessing their environment.  Not to mention all the pros here,” said Mr. Aizawa, very dryly.  

Izuku took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.  Right.  Focus on the task at hand.  Not much point in learning all those anti-anxiety techniques during quitk counseling if he didn’t use them.  

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“I think I see two of those stars already,” said Yoichi.  “Do you think Izuku will go after them?”

“Hmm,” said Nana, “maybe if he was working on his own.  He could get one or the other, then use float to stay out of reach of most of the other students.  But getting a star too early is almost a liability.  Unless you have a really good defense or stealth quirk, you'll get worn down by sheer numbers.”

“Or if you've figured out a good defensive strategy with other students,” said En.  

“Eh,” said Banjo, “I think not knowing what the event was kept them away from the main pitfalls in planning, but you know what happens to plans when they're put into practice.”

“Against large but disorganized numbers, even simple cooperation can make a sizable difference,” said Hikage.  

“What are you talking about?” asked Banjo.  “When did you cooperate with anyone?”

“I have dedicated my life to cooperation,” said Hikage.  

“He kind of did,” said En.  “With the whole, you know, living as a hermit thing.”

“He would have done that anyway,” said Banjo, waving his hand.

“That is true.”

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A large, green, fifteen minute timer appeared on the screens scattered around the stadium.  Written in large, bold letters over it was the word ‘READY?’

Izuku wasn’t sure if the tingling, electric feeling all over his skin was anticipation, Danger Sense, or Kaminari, a few meters away, unconsciously charging the air in his excitement.  

The word above the timer changed to ‘SET.’

The air itself seemed to shift as hundreds of students tensed.

‘GO!’

Izuku activated Float as he lunged forward and pushed off the ground, then signaled his classmates towards the two stars he'd already seen– And there!  A third!

“Oh, and that's A15, creating an entire ice palace in the northern grove, right off the bat.”

“A decisive defensive move,” acknowledged Mr. Aizawa. “Made more impressive by how he avoided trapping any of the other competitors.”

“Indeed!  It shows a great deal of care and dedication.  Speaking of which, check out those springboard traps flinging students out of the arena!  Power Loader really outdid himself this time!”

As Izuku rose up over the trees and the spikes of Todoroki's instant glacier, he saw Hatsume bounce up with her jetpack and Sero get launched by a combination of his and Uraraka's quirks.  They weren't the only ones, however.  A small group of people seemed to be climbing the air like it was stairs, and dear All Might, was that half of someone's head?

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“Wow, quirks are sure amazing,” said Yoichi.  

“We're ghosts living in the back of a teenager's subconscious,” said Nana, “I think that at some point we have to give up on the idea of things being weird.”

“I didn’t say weird, I said amazing.”

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“It seems as if some of our students have taken to the skies to find their stars,” said All Might.  “We have B12 taking up Rule and Comicman, Cellophane rising with the help of Uravity, Brigid, of the support course, using a jetpack, and Wonder, C5, Jetplane, and Lizardy flying with their quirks.  What do you think of this strategy, Eraserhead?”

“Getting a big-picture view of a situation is frequently helpful, but it exposes you to attacks from below.”

Even as Mr. Aizawa spoke, thorny green vines shot out of one of the more wooded areas and seized one of the general education students.  A bright yellow star shape fell out of the student's grip, and was followed shortly thereafter by the student themself.  

Danger Sense screamed at Izuku, and he dropped just in time to avoid a pair of long, spear-like objects.  No– horns?

Izuku realized what was happening all at once.  The students on the ground had assumed that, because he'd removed himself from the chaos below, he'd already gotten a star. 

He dodged upward to avoid the next projectile, and saw Hatsume's jetpack take a shot.  The metal body was tough enough to endure it, but apparently whatever B12 was using wasn’t.  He and the two other class 1-B students fell, but one of them summoned…  A giant pillow made of the word POOMF!

Okay, sure, why not?

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“Quirks really are amazing,” said Yoichi.  

“You know what would actually be amazing?” asked Banjo.

“Giving Izuku your quirk?” asked Nana, sounding quite exhausted.  

“Well, yeah,” said Banjo.  “Are you going to let me do it?”

“In the middle of a competition?  Are you serious?”

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In the grand scheme of things, there actually weren’t a whole lot of quirks that could be used effectively at long distances without support gear.  That’s what made Lady Nagant so effective when she was a hero, and so devastating when she turned villain.  

However, in UA where most of the students had wanted to be heroes at some point in their lives, the ratio was much higher.  Adding those to the support students’ gadgets and weaponry made for a lot of attacks going up.  

Sero had to stick his tape to a clump of rocks and reel himself down.  Hatsume took several hits, and they were only mostly deflected by her own inventions.  

But as the students on the ground clashed with each other, they had to turn their attention to defending themselves.  After less than half a minute, few attacks were launched Izuku's way.  

Then, almost on cue, the roar of Explosion drowned out everything else in the stadium.  Izuku flipped himself over midair to look and grinned.  

He'd been right!  Kacchan really was awesome!  He'd known Kacchan had wanted to fly since his quirk first came in.  Well, since Izuku had compared his quirk to a rocket, but that was the same thing, really.  And after Uraraka had shown him what her quirk could do, there was just no way he'd tolerate being upstaged.  Then, seeing Izuku up here–

Honestly, thirty seconds was a bit long.  Izuku couldn't imagine that it had taken Kacchan that long to get the star tucked into his half unzipped gym uniform top.  He must not have realized that it was Izuku floating up here.  

“Another student in the air!  This one is, I believe, B17.  That's quite a bit of explosive power on display!”

“Foolishly.  He already has a star, and he won't be able to sustain that flight.  What is he thinking?”

He let Kacchan get a little closer, and then dropped.  The ground approached rapidly, and Izuku only barely caught himself before hitting the ground.  Then, he was wrenched sideways, under the shade of one of the sparse groves of trees.  

“Hi,” Izuku said to Dark Shadow, a little confused.  She and Tokoyami weren't supposed to be involved in the take-down-Kacchan plan.  The last iteration had them providing cover to Jirou and Shouji, so they could use their sharp hearing to their advantage.  The alternate grouping had been with Kouda, who was still a bit tentative when it came to physical combat.

“Hi!” she chirped back.  “Fumi and I got separated from everyone else.”  Behind her, Tokoyami shrugged, seemingly resigned.

Danger Sense pulsed sickeningly, giving Izuku time to dodge before Kacchan descended in a cloud of smoke and fire.  Dark Shadow squealed as she flinched away from the light.  

“Deku,” he growled, before a tumbleweed-like tangle of brawling students rolled in-between them.  

“Ha!” shouted a boy with a blue and white bandana, emerging on top and holding up a star.  “Hell yeah!  Tell them that Weld–”

“Out of the way, extra!”

“Hey!”

Izuku was in the air again, waving at Kacchan.  Dark Shadow slid up behind Kacchan, but he pushed her off easily with more explosions.  Or maybe not so easily.  As she withdrew, she grabbed the zipper of his uniform, and the star he'd tucked in there fell out.  He cursed and fumbled for it, forced to extinguish his hands and fall in the process.  

So, Kacchan still prioritized winning over beating up Izuku.  Good.  Izuku would've been disappointed in him, otherwise.

The boy with the blue and white bandana got to the star first and somehow fused it to the ground.  A glance at the still-prone group of similarly fused students, and the way the boy's star was stuck to his own arm told Izuku that must be his quirk.  Izuku had known someone in 1-B had a welding quirk - his class had researched more than the festival rules - but he hadn't realized it worked on organics, too.  Wow, Izuku definitely had to put that in his notebook!

After the event.  

“Take that, Lord Murder Explosion!” said the boy, dancing out of Kacchan's reach and into Kaminari's.  

“Don't bother,” said Izuku, still rising, and deliberately not looking at Kacchan.  “He's got it fused to himself somehow!”

“Gotcha!” said Kaminari.  “So, how're we gonna deal with Blasty, boss?”

Izuku cringed internally at the title.  He was no one's boss!  But this was part of the plan they'd come up with, so–

Kacchan screamed and exploded his star out of the ground.  Then, he turned his baleful glare back up, towards Izuku, and took off again.

Izuku watched, terrified, fascinated, and more than a little thrilled.  Right now, all he was doing was running away, but he was still putting that look on Kacchan's face.  

He had to laugh a little, despite his nerves.  This was so different from middle school.  

“What are you laughing at, you goddamned nerd?” roared Kacchan.  “Your pink-cheeked girlfriend won't be able to save you forever!”

Oh, Izuku thought, blankly, Kacchan doesn't realize I'm floating under my own power.  

He could probably use that, somehow.  Beings underestimated gave all sorts of advantages.  But it also made Izuku mad.  Kacchan hadn't even tried to research Izuku before this, had he?  He just assumed he already knew everything.  It was insulting.  

But it was true that Izuku couldn't stay airborne forever.  Or even the whole length of the event.  Even if he could keep Float going for that long (which was by no means guaranteed), he still had to get a star.  

And, for the next part of the plan to work, he had to get back to ground level and break Kacchan's line of sight while he was still raging.

Kacchan would be ready for Izuku to drop suddenly, this time.  There was no way around that.  Kacchan was smart, smarter than Izuku, and Izuku would be expecting it, if their positions were reversed.  

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“Boo, no, Izuku, he's not smarter than you.  He just got better grades because your teachers sucked.”

“That scene down there is missing something, though, isn't it?” said Nana.  “Where are the teachers?”

“And the robots,” added En.  “I was hoping for some robot battles, they're always fun.”

“The teachers are there,” said Hikage.  

“Where?” asked En, leaning forward.  

“Ohh, I see,” said Nana.  “And the robots are there, En.  Look at that, there, and there.”

“Huh, that's going to be interesting.”

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Izuku reoriented himself and got ready to drop.  Neither he nor Kacchan had experience in aerial combat, but Izuku knew Explosion, and Kacchan didn't know Float or Danger Sense.  

… It sort of felt like cheating, but Kacchan could have come to watch any of the class 1-A practices, just like Hagakure and Hatsume had gone to see the class 1-B practices.  So, there.  

He fell, feet first, towards Kacchan’s face.  Kacchan raised a hand to blast at Izuku, but wasn’t able to keep his flight path steady with only one hand.  He fell sideways, and they both missed.  Kacchan quickly recovered, diving at Izuku with starling speed.  Izuku arrested his descent and shot back up, and it was Kacchan’s turn to miss.  

“--that turned against villains!  And there’s an impressive dogfight shaping up over the south,” All might was saying.  “Aerial battles like this always remind me of my time working with the Angels in America.  They’re currently known for their Special-Class Villain Response work with Star and Stripe, but it’s less well known that many of them are quirkless!”

“Wait, really?”  None of the publications he’d read had ever mentioned that!  He was sure he’d remember it!  The Angels weren’t exactly heroes, they worked for the American army, but they weren’t not heroes, either, and Izuku had read about them when he was researching All Might’s early career, and when he was reading about Star and Stripe.  In both Japanese and English, too!

Not, like, nearly as much as he’d read about All Might himself, but still!

“Eyes on me, Deku!”

Izuku hadn’t really taken his eyes off Kacchan, but it was nice of him to remind Izuku!  Very sportsmanship-like!

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“Does Ninth know what sportsmanship is?” asked Banjo.  “Because that’s not it.”

Yoichi sighed.  “The next thing you’ll be saying is that Izuku never went to school.”

“You know, considering what his junior high was like–”

Banjo was cut off by numerous groans.  

“I still don’t believe either of you two went to school.”

“I already told you about the fire truck incident.  Why would he be so invested in winning a high school contest if he wasn’t in high school?”

“First off, you didn’t tell us anything, secondly, shoulding you call that the North Carolina National Guard incident?  And thirdly the bastard isn’t in government, and he still wants to win that, doesn’t he?”

All of the older ghosts, even second, cringed with their whole bodies.  “Wow, that is sure an optimistic view of the government you have there, Banjo,” said Yoichi.

“Oh, come on, there’s no way he could act normally enough to become president of a home owners’ association, much less– Oh, come on,” he said, noticing the tiniest shift in Hikage’s expression.  

“I was a building inspector.”

“What does that even mean in this context?  Give me a clue, man.”

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Kacchan tried to ram Izuku, next, and wrap his legs around him, but Izuku had no desire to engage with Kacchan that closely, and managed to push off.  Kacchan swung around for another attempt, but Izuku thought he had enough distance to get him back on the ground, and near Kaminari.  

If things had gone according to plan there, Shinsou would be nearby.  Hopefully, Kacchan was distracted enough for Shinsou's Brainwashing to work.  Shinsou hadn't wanted to reveal exactly how his quirk worked, which was fair enough.  There had to be some easy way to avoid or break free of the quirk's effects, or else he wouldn’t be so reticent.  Right now, Izuku suspected a vocal trigger of some sort, but eye contact, emotional states, and attention were still possibilities.  

Danger Sense spiked, and Izuku narrowly managed to avoid a volley of thorny vines.  But he had dodged down, not up, and he wasn't able to avoid the vines falling on him and wrapping him up that way.  Thorns dug into his skin, and he was yanked sideways and down.  Branches and leaves smacked into him as he was pulled through trees.  

When he was finally still again, he was hanging upside down and a girl with vines with hair was frowning down at him.  Two stars hung in her hair like oversized ornaments.  Kacchan was in a similar predicament.

“Only angels should fly so high,” she said, menacingly.  

This was bad.  Izuku on his own didn't have anything like an effective counter for Shiozaki Ibara.  Even class B's recommendation students would have been easier to deal with.  

“And another two victims fall to Vine's web!” announced All Might. 

“Stop making me sound like a spider,” said Shiozaki, aggrieved.  “I'm a holy warrior.”

Luckily, Izuku wasn’t actually alone.  “Hey, Kacchan, are you really going to let this girl get in the way of our fight?”  Ugh, he felt kind of gross just saying something like that.

Kacchan, predictably, exploded.

.

“That kid needs anger management,” said Nana.  

“Yeah,” said Banjo.  “That's too much rage, even for me.”

.

All the vines near him were shredded, along with Izuku’s ears.  Angry Kaccan was loud.  

But Shiozaki thought the attack was more against her than against Izuku - those were her vines he was blowing up - and responded in kind.  They battled

Izuku, torn free of the vine keeping him hung up, rolled over, trying to think how he was going to cut himself free of the rest of the vines.  Or, did he need to cut them?  He gripped one of the inner ones with both hands and pulled as hard as he could, digging his fingernails into the skin of the vine.  It was thin and flexible, not woody.  Green, and soft, if fibrous, like new blackberry or rose vines.  

With the right force in the right place, they tore.  

Izuku had to assume that the relative weakness of the vines directly wrapping around him was at least partially purposeful, to prevent injury.  Tougher thorns and more mature, rougher vines, would hurt.  

Then again, Shiozaki's hair was green, too, and it had taken multiple strands of vines to hang Izuku's weight from the branches overhead.  Maybe he could ask her about it.  After he apologized.  

He snapped three more vines, one after another, and the rest loosened enough that he could worm his way out.  He ran from the increasingly loud and vicious fight between Kacchan and Shiozaki.  It wasn't what they'd planned, but he wasn't anywhere near Shinsou anymore.  

He looked up at Hatsume.  Her role, at the moment, was basically control tower.  Unfortunately, she was pointing at him at the moment, so–

Wait.  

He'd only barely completed the thought when Iida zoomed up to him, Uraraka on his back.  Both of them had stars, and looked like they'd mostly avoided battle, although Uraraka was vaguely green.  

“Should we join that battle?” asked Iida.  

Izuku shook his head, then hesitated.  Shiozaki had two stars.  “Do you think you're fast enough to get the stars from her hair?”

Iida nodded decisively.  “If one of you grab them.”

“Hop on!” said Uraraka, holding out her hand.  Izuku took it, and she used her quirk on him.  

Izuku still couldn't get over how different Zero-G felt from Float.  

He gripped tight to Uraraka and Iida both as Iida accelerated.  First, Iida ran away from the fight between Shiozaki and Kacchan, but he turned, making a wide arc and gaining speed all the while.  They intersected several other fights.  The first time, Izuku was too distracted by their speed to do anything, but Uraraka made a grab for the star under contention.  She missed, but Izuku got the idea in time to keep her from falling off.  They almost fell into a pit trap, next, saved from uncertain doom only by the combined application of Zero-G and Float.  

And then they were racing back to Kacchan and Shiozaki.  Fast, faster, fastest–

And then Iida slowed, enough that Izuku and Uraraka could try grabbing the stars without breaking their hands.  He must have learned that from his family, because Izuku didn't remember talking about that at all in practice–

But Shiozaki must have sensed their approach somehow, because she pulled herself up off the ground, not entirely unlike Sero, using one of the few branches left intact by Kacchan's attempts to escape.  Izuku kicked off, reaching.  His outstretched fingers brushed against the stars.  

He curled away from a blisteringly hot blast on instinct, more than anything.  Kacchan must be working up a real sweat!

But Izuku should probably focus more on how the force of that blast meant he was rapidly approaching the out-of-bounds area.  

Uraraka, apparently seeing the same problem, disengaged her quirk, and Izuku caught himself with Float inches above the ground and sort of skipped himself to a gradual stop.  

.

“Did you ever figure out how to move horizontally without using the stockpile?” asked En.  

“I'm starting to wonder if any of you paid any attention when you were with me.”

“Sure we did!” said Banjo.  “But it was a long time ago.  And also kind of short.”

“It was longer than yours, though,” said Hikage.  

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On the ground, Izuku patted out several smouldering patches on his PE uniform and had a brief tussle with a swirly-eyed support student with… taser nunchucks.  Carrying something like that around when you didn't have any electrical resistance yourself was a remarkably bad idea.  

But he'd done it!  He'd gotten a star!  Only one, as opposed to the two he was going for, but still!  It was bigger than it looked from a distance, and reminded Izuku of a prop from a video game, all rounded, and fat around the middle.  

A faint twinge from Danger Sense kept him from being completely blindsided by Mr. Yamada, but he wasn't able to keep his grip on the awkwardly-shaped star, and it was snatched from his grasp.  He turned, ready to fight, but couldn't help but stare blankly, for a moment, at the sight of Mr. Yamada - Present Mic - in the UA PE uniform.  

This– this felt like some kind of special event, for a hero fan like Izuku, but he was in the middle of a fight, how was he supposed to react…?

“And it looks like Wonder, after his meteoric path across the event stage, has been ambushed by none other than Present Mic!  What a twist!”

“Since they aren’t able to use their quirks, our teachers won't be using their usual tactics, and students would be wise to remember that.”

.

Like usual, Kurogiri watched the UA Sports Festival with his charge.  

So why…  Why did it feel so unusual?  

Why did all of this feel wrong?

Shigaraki Tomura's debut as a leader of villains was only a few weeks ago.  Perhaps… No, it must be that, and the change in perspective such an event caused.  These child-heroes had already clashed with Shigaraki Tomura, and proved themselves to be a credible threat.  Therefore, it was natural that this sports festival, as opposed to others, would engender a sense of urgency.  Especially as Kurogiri had yet to make much progress in his goal of finding suitable companions for Shigaraki Tomura.  

However…  The feeling Kurogiri experienced as he listened to the announcers and watched the event unfold wasn't urgency, but nostalgia.   

The feeling intensified as the main camera panned over to where Present Mic was confronting the green-haired boy, the one both Shigaraki Tomura and Sensei were interested in.  The more negative of the two announcers was saying something, but Kurogiri couldn't hear it past the sudden thunder in his ears.  The side screens showed Midnight - presumably as fanservice, she wasn't doing anything at the moment - and a crowd of heroes in the stands that included Ingenium as an audience reaction.

That, that, there, was what Shigaraki Tomura needed.  A forceful blond, a depressive with lapsed hygiene, someone flashy, with a degree of showmanship, and someone friendly and easygoing who was nonetheless fierce and powerful in battle.  

Yes.  A set of personalities like that could form a bond that might transcend death itself.  

Kurogiri closed his eyes, briefly.  That was foolish thinking.  But now that he knew what he wanted for Shigaraki Tomura, he could communicate his requirements to Giran.

And… now that he had some idea of what he wanted for himself…  Unlike Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri wasn't supposed to have desires of his own, much less act on them, but as his half-lidded eyes roved across the screens, he couldn’t help but wonder…  What was a villain made for, if not transgression?

[batcvntry]

jimmy sullivan x ftm!reader [kisses of fire]

rating| General

word count| 1,052

warnings| Drug Use - Mentioned, Kissing, First Kisses Together, Fluff

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“So are you coming to the party tonight?” Your brother, Brian asks.

“Is Jimmy gonna be there?”

“It’s a band party, of course he’s gonna be there.” you stick your tongue out at him. Brian laughs as he ruffles your hair, “Don’t worry your sweet little pants lover boy. He’s the one that asked me to make sure you come.”

“Really?” You perk up.

“Yea he did. Jeez the two of you are oblivious.” You cock your eyebrow, confused. Brian chuckles at your confused look, “Come on, it’s obvious he likes you back.”

“Who says I like him?” You bite back, just to be a dick. You knew that you like jimmy, Brian knows you like jimmy, hell all of your friends know it. And yet you refused to try and make a move. Brian smirks,

“Oh yea totally, and I didn’t hear you moaning his name last week….. Jimmy. oh Jimmy.” He fake moans, obviously making fun of you. Your cheeks burn bright red and you shove him to shut him up.

“I do not sound like that. And that never happened.” Brian cackles as he sees your red cheeks. You cross your arms and glare at him, waiting for him to calm down.

“Oh you definitely sound like that and it definitely happened. Matt can back me up.”

“Matt heard?” You yelp out. Brian bursts out in laughter, slapping his leg.

“Oh you’re down bad.” You shove him again as you realize that he was lying so you would tell the truth.

“Fucking asshole.” You can’t help but pout, your brother was a fucking dickhead sometimes. once Brian calms down, he pushes off of the couch and ruffles your hair.

“You better get ready if you want a ride over there.”

-

As soon as you walk into the playboy club you are assaulted with the smell of cigarettes and weed. Brian takes your hand and leads you to where the rest of the band is, you look around, noticing that Jimmy isn’t with the rest of the band.

“If you’re looking for your lover boy, he’s taking a piss.” Zacky chuckles out as he passes you a beer. You stick your tongue out at him,

“He’s not my lover boy.”

“Oh but i bet you want him to be.” Brian cackles as he settles on the couch.

“Jesus you guys are insufferable.” You chuckle out as you take a sip of beer.

“We wouldn’t be if you just manned up and made a move.” You wave them off with your hand,

“It’s not like that and besides he would never go for someone like me.”

“Don’t be too quick to put yourself down. ol rev’s been pinning after you like a love sick puppy.” Zacky pats your back before he settles down next to your brother, putting his hand on your brothers thigh.

-

You have lost track of how many drinks you have had, along with how many hits of random joints. You can feel your feet getting tired and you want to sit down so badly but the couch is full and you’d rather not separate from your friends. Jimmy notices how you sway on your feet, and of course being the gentleman that he is, he won’t let you suffer.

“Hey Haner.” your eyes fly to Jimmy, his voice is so recognizable you would be able to distinguish it in the crowd of a concert. he offers you a small smile as he calls you over with his hand. You bound over to him, a smile tugging on your lips as you look down at him. He gently grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, you let out a small squeak but quickly settle on his lap.

“There we go.” You rest your hands on his chest, giggling softly. He can’t help but smile at how cute you are, his heart beating just a little faster in his chest. Your eyes meet his and it’s as if time slows, the music and chatter of the club fades into the distance, the only thing that you can focus on is jimmy.

Both of you are unaware that Matt, Val, Brian, Zacky and Johnny are watching you intently, hoping that one of you finally makes a move. Your eyes flick down to his lips but quickly flick back up to his eyes. his lips curl into a small smirk as he notices what just happened. You don’t even realize that you are leaning in closer to him. His arms hang around your waist and he pulls you even closer to him. He leans up, your noses touching.

“So you gonna kiss me handsome?” You giggle out. Jimmy lets out a low groan at the teasing tone of your voice. his bright blue eyes light up and he leans in more, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. Your fingers curl around his shirt and you pull him even closer. His lips twitch up against yours as he deepens the kiss. You know it sounds so fucking cliche but it feels like fireworks are going off in your stomach.

Jimmy pulls away first, a soft smile on his face. You bring your hand up, gently tracing his lips with your fingers, smiling widely. He kisses your fingers softly, looking at you with something that you can only place as love. You don’t even realize you are moving until your lips are back on his but he doesn’t push you away. He moves his hands so he is properly holding your hips. You move your hands so you can cup his face. Nothing about this is sexual, It’s purely about the love that you and Jimmy feel for each other.

You pull away but quickly peck his lips, making him smile widely. Suddenly someone is ruffling your hair, pulling you away from your sweet moment with Jimmy. You look up to see Matt smiling at the two of you,

“Glad to see the two of you are finally making moves.” You blush bright red and hide your face in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy rubs your back, flipping matt off with the other. Matt raises his hand in self defense and backs down. Jimmy kisses the side of your head, you relax completely against him, feeling safe and secure.

[da-shrimping-station]

Duel Day Drabble

A/N: so i saw on Karasu that it was duel day and honestly? that's cool af i wanna see demons throw hands but ofc we can't get that in game and i can't write for shit but i did my best with this one. hope y'all like it (o yea my MC is there too)

437 words no warnings

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They were fast. Too fast for human eyes that if it weren’t for the enchanted glasses that Solomon gave, Aren wouldn’t be able to follow the two figures.

Duel Day was coming soon and there was a strange buzz in the air. Aren thinks it’s gotten to Lucifer more so than his brothers. 

“For old time’s sake,” Lucifer had said, coat off and sword in hand. Aren expected something fancier for Lucifer’s weapon and they’re sure that must’ve been the case when he was a seraph. The blade in his hand was barely decorated but wickedly sharp, curving slightly at the tip. Aren thinks his pride lies in his swordsmanship and not the sword itself.

“If you put it that way, I suppose I can’t decline.” Simeon had also taken his white cape off, neatly folding it before handing it to Luke. Aren had seen his rapier before. An elegant sword with a delicate looking guard that swirled and twisted like a ribbon. What surprised Aren was the dagger on his other hand. A parrying dagger, Solomon told them.

Aren expected to see a swordfight like the one in video games or movies but they were quite surprised. 

Their blades clashed quick and brief, metal clanging in a harmonious cacophony as the spar went on. The exchanges were brief too. The mere flick of a wrist could decide whether or not a hit landed. And when it did, they disengaged, assessing the damage, and taking up stances to engage again. The pair had an increasing number of shallow cuts, mostly on their limbs, with each passing round.

Simeon darts forward, arm and sword extended, aiming for Lucifer’s neck. The fallen angel parries, blades sliding off of each other with a shriek. He steps back, avoiding the rapier tip as Simeon tries for another stab. The tip nicked his horn and Lucifer hissed. They disengaged.

“Was that too hard?” Simeon approaches to inspect the damage. There was a noticeable groove near the base of the left horn. “Oh no.”

“I suppose I forgot to take account of my horns when I dodged. You caught me off guard. You almost never go for the head.”

The brothers came running, crowding the eldest to see the cut. It was negligible and it barely stung and they know their brother can take more than that but Lucifer got hit. Satan couldn’t contain his smug grin and Luke can’t stop gushing about Simeon’s swordsmanship. Aren watched with amusement as they got more rowdy, DDD in hand to snap pictures.

Solomon, being the little shit he was, decided to open his mouth.

“So it’s time to settle the bets?”

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ough fight sceeeenes!!! difficult to write but i do enjoy them

i hope i did a decent job :D barely proofread and edited this i yeeted it here the moment i was done sorry in advance

also how tf can you eyeball how good your dividers look

[misses-kiseki-san]

This fanfic is based by @htsan 's fic abaut sans not letting you go afther you die. Go read it before reading this please, it is a great history

Warnings:

you gotta forgive my bad inglish/ Mentions of death

It was a beutifull day outside

Birds were singing

Flowers were blooming

And Papyrus was trying to perfectionate his Cooking skils.

He coocked lasagna in a square bowl.

He was so pround of himself! So he rushed to his phone and contacted your number

As he waited for you to pick ot up he realised his mistake.

You are gone now...

...

He slowly hung up as he returned to the Kitchen.

You were his only friend, you were his Best friend in the world, and now you're gone for ever....

...

He looked at his new masterpice

But was it is a masterpice that can not be shared with the world? Or with one of the most important persons that you ever meet?

He was sad, looking at his beutifull lasagna, he can't share it with you... you wuld have loved this one, he bets that you wuld eat it withaut hesitation.

...

The lonlines filled him...

...

You were gone for ever and now he ended up with no friend to talk to. With no one to be silly arraund.

Undine is always so bussy and now with your death she is even more distant than before.

It feels like they weren't friends to begin with.

It was rigth. Papyrus only took cooking clases with Undine. She was only beeing his teacher. She was only beeing nice to him. They were never friends, he was just anoyng har with his presence and she was just beeing nice to him

Papyrus had one and only friend and now it is dead.

Gone

Forever

...

He had another choice. He culd call his brother down the kitchen to apreciate his art. So he did

"...SANS? ...HEY SANS!... I... COOCKED SOMETING... IT IS SOMETHING DIFERENT!..."

He sayd as he goes back staring at his brother's room's door.

Silence filled the place

"COME ON SANS DON'T BE LAZY NOW..."

He steped on the stairs

His body felt heavy... but why? He has been training and he is always filled with energy. What is this feeling?

Like something is of

He climbed the stairs one afther the other. Getting closer and closer to his brother's room

He stoped in front of the door.

He heard his bother speaki g in the other side.

Who culd he posibly be talking to in there? Papyrus had no idea that they got visits

He put his face in the door to hear what does his brother says...

He only heard mumbling

"SANS? " He knoked the door

"SANS WHO ARE YOU TALIKG TO?"

Papyrus remembered that he culd simply enter the room but that wuld be not nice.

The door opened

"Hey bro. What chu need"

"...SANS I... I'VE MADE LASAGNA.... WHO ARE YOU TALIKNG TO?"

"Lasagna? Wow that cool bro, i'll come down to see it ina moment "

Papyrus put on a serious face

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION"

"What question?"

"MY QUESTION IN WHO ARE YOU TALIKING TO IN YOUR BED ROOM!"

"DID... DID YOU ALREADY FORGET Y/N?"

"I MEAN- YEA YOU NEED TO GO ON MOVE ONE AND ALL BUT... THAT FAST...?"

" I THOUGHT YOU LOVED Y/N"

"Oh i do"

"THEN WHO IS IN YOUR BED-"

Papyrus glanced across the room and saw a skeletical arm laying in sans bed

"WHO IS THAT" Papyrus sayd with fear

"Thats Y/N"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"WHAT?... Y/N...? BUT THEY ARE DEAD..."

"Pap's they're with us"

"WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THAT?!"

"YOU DON'T JOKE ABAUT YOUR DEAD PARTNER!"

"But they are with us Papyrus" sans hapily said

Papyrus was confused and angry

Sans entered the room and put on a hand in your skull

Papyrus did not belived his eyes

Your deceaced, naked skeleton, in his brother's filthy bed.

This was wrong you were suposed to be laying in you death bed not in sans's bed

Papyrus saw with horror as sans kissed your dead hand, lovingly whatching you in his bed.

He didn't take it he left the house rapidly.

He sat on the porch, puting his hands on his face

This was wrong

This was very wrong

What does his is doing with your deceaced skeleton?

"...I NEED TO CALL UNDINE"

[apatchedupdoll]

"Hey Donnie!" Angelo called out into the purple tech's lab. "Have you seen Leo? I haven't been able to find him." The mystic sounded frustrated. "I've looked everywhere!"

Donatello pushed himself out from under his new project. "No I haven't seen him."

"Well can you help find him? He's not in his room and Raph couldn't find him in the sewer tunnels."

A lick of fear ran through Don. Leo didn't go up top did he? No he'd check the usual place first. "I'll look!" He called out while getting up.

The softshell made sure to get his battle shell on before going off and search his lab for Leo. Ever since they got him back from the prison dimension things have been... stressful.

They were lucky they were able to convince the blue slider to come home. They were lucky they didn't get killed. Don still hadn't figured out how Leo was able to use the mecha from the prison dimension either. But there was still the worst part. The part that made sure Donnie would never forget his failings.

The tech called out for Leo, and just as he suspected he heard a chitter. The older brother climbed up onto his desk and lifted up a vent cover before peering inside. He could see a pair of eyes looking back at him. Then two more pairs appearing.

"Come on Leo, Mikey is lookin for ya." The softshell reached his arm inside, half expecting to get bit but he was releaved when Leo let him pull the slider out.

Leo was so small in his arms. Just as small as the day they lost him. He was careful of the fleshy masked lined with teeth to not get nicked by them. He hated that mask, the six eyes looking up at him with curiosity. He hated those eyes, his brother letting out another chitter. He hated those noises... but he loved his brother.

"I bet Mikey made your favorite food." Donnie smiled down at his brother cradled in his arms. Leo chirped in response. "Yea I bet it has lots of meat." Another meaningless chitter. "Yes I'll eat with you today."

They continued this back and forth. Leo made a noise and Don would talk back like they were having a conversation.

[fatuismooches]

Helloo Smooches!

My tumblr went insane and it took me 3 attempts to send anything-- Anyway- I can't blame you for love for Neuvillette, I totally relate. I thought he'll be like Manfred from Ace Attorney, but he's surprisingly gentle, compassionate and polite. Unfortunately hydro men don't like my account 😔

OK, kk, back on topic about harbingers - yes, yes, Childe will make the best father out of Harbingers, that's not even up for discussion

I see him as a person, who wants a big family, maybe 3 kids? At the same time he's worried that bc of his work he won't be able to spend much time with them :(

Well, he has to leave a lot due to his work, but every time he returns nothing can stop him from spending time with his loved ones!! And he brings his kids a lot of presents from business trips (of course he doesn't forget about you too)

Speaking of "business", like with Teucer, to his kids Childe is the best toyseller in Snezhnaya. This sometimes causes certain embarrassing incidents (imagine Childe's story quest, but with his kid instead. Yea, something like that)

Your kids are never lonely though. Childe's family loves them and doesn't mind babysitting them, when reader is busy/tired. Pulchinella also visits and tells them stories of his youth (also dies internally when kids say that their father sells toys)

Tartaglia is a very fun dad, I think. He'll teach his kids how to fish, cook (even better if reader is not from Snezhnaya, so you can teach them different cuisine). When they're older, he'll teach them to fight. You'll never know what might happen while he's gone!

Like with Pantalone, Reader will have to be a "strict" parent, your family is just your husband and 1-3 freckled faces against you. Childe spoils your children a lot, he has little to no restriction

Childe is *very* protective of his family. When he's gone for a mission or if kids, when grow up, leave their homeland there are always fatui agents watching over then. If something happens to either of you... Let's say a simple kill is an easy way out of this situation...

DAD CHILDE DAD CHILDE 😭💖❤️ I'll happily talk about this! He is such a family man, he loves you and his kids so much, as well as his family, who honestly probably lives with you too. It's a huge house with a lot going on. It's Teucer's turn to be a big brother! So even when your husband isn't around you and your kids have a lot of company so no one is lonely. Papanella being a grandpa as usual 🥺 (idc what anyone says) I bet he gives you a lot of advice on how to deal with them too! (BUT BRUH NOT THE TOY SELLER STORY AGAIN 😭 Poor reader and Childe, they must feel so bad having to lie to their kids about his true occupation 😭 Luckily Pulcinella is better at keeping up the lie than you two, for the kid's sake)

But omg. Ajax is indeed such a great dad. Despite being a Harbinger he still has all the best traits for being a father. He's protective of his kids but not overbearing, he knows that he has to let them try things out on their own. He indulges their curiosity within reason. He loves to make them laugh and try new things. He's patient with them and their feelings. And he makes sure despite not being able to be around them all the time, they know he loves them more than anything! So much fun activities, as you said :) And yup, he's honestly worried about their safety so he'll start by teaching them the basics of a sword (they vow to keep you safe too which you think is cute)

Freckles Childe my beloved 🥺 It seems like reader has their work cut out for them, their husband is hella mischievous sometimes and it rubbed off on the kids 🥰 He always spoils them, but you can't get too mad since that's his way of apologizing for being gone.

But yea i cant imagine what Childe would do if his family got hurt... its not a pretty scene thats for sure... ahaha (he'd give you all the biggest hug after and probably cries a bit in your arms)

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 3

Curious Development

(Italics are a persons thoughts)

F/TV/S- favorite TV show

F/D- favorite drink

Author POV

Y/N has just encountered her green mysterious boy, man...person...well she'll find out more about who the purple hooded enigma is soon enough but let's get back to the trio.

Y/N POV

Othello Van Ryan well that's an interesting name

"Othello here is a good friend of mine and good with technology. So he comes in handy now and then" April says while smiling

"Uh scoff, is that all I'm good for helping you with computer troubles?" He says faking being hurt

Did he just say the word scoff?

"You know you're my best bud too" she adds while spinning around in her rolling computer chair

I look between the two and giggle quietly. Othello doesn't really make eye contact with me which I don't mind. He asks questions about our first day, once I tell him about my encounter with Mr. Miller he turns to me and our eyes meet.

"Some professor he is, it shouldn't matter how you got the answer so long as you can solve it. What it sounds like to me is that he's jealous of your superior intellect" he says while crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

I smile at that and shrug my shoulders.

"Well hopefully tomorrow he won't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or I'll have a thing or two to say to the man" April adds

We finish our computer lab assignment just in time for the last bell to ring. April and I pack our bags while April's friend follows us out of the school.

Once outside I clink my sneaker heels together and the blades pop out from under my shoes, I slowly skate around the pair and smile. Othello looks at me in awe and I couldn't help but blush.

"No way, you created retractable rollerblade sneakers?" He says while Fangirling.

"Y-Yea, it's a lot easier to get around like this. It's nothing special" I say shyly

"Scoff, well it's nice to be acquainted with a fellow inventor" he smirks playfully

"Alright, you nerds. Let's go get something to eat" April shouts as she runs ahead of us.

We chuckle and rush after her, after going down a couple of blocks away from the school we arrive at a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria. The smell of freshly cooked pizza hits my nostrils and drool almost slips out my pink lips. Othello opens the door for us, I clink my heels again the blades retract and we grab a table while April orders for us. I insist on giving her money to pay for half of the pizza but she tells me I'll buy it next time.

"So you're a tech guy huh? I bet everyone comes to you when their microwaves or computers break down"

"Heh yea you can say that, I'm also a bit of a mad scientist when it comes to that....evil laugh," he said while chuckling shyly

This boy just said evil laugh instead of laughing evil like def a mad scientist

"Oh really pray tell what kind of experiments and gadgets have you created?"

His eyes immediately light up and he pulls out his phone to show me pictures of his inventions aka his babies, especially his baby boy S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was quite proud of this particular one and I was more than happy to listen to his info dump. April came back to the table with our pizza and she smiles at the two of us knowingly. But I don't catch her look as we each grab a slice of Pepperoni. We chat and eat. I learn about both my new friend's lives such as April's life with her mom, Othello has 3 brothers and a dad. But it feels like they are hiding something from me but I shrug off the feeling. I texted my papa's to let them know what I'm doing and they told me they'll be out late. Once we finished our pizza, we walked outside the warm August air washed over my body, and I sigh and stretch my arms.

"We need to hang out again, hopefully soon," I say happily

"Ditto" April says

"Uh huh yea," Othello said while typing away on his phone

April and I roll our eyes playfully, April gives me her number and nudges Othello to do the same. Saying our goodbyes and heading off in separate directions to our home. I decide to walk instead of rollerblading home to check out the sites I missed. I get to the hideout, make sure no one is watching input the code and quickly slip inside. Pushing my bedroom door open, tossed the heavy backpack onto my bed, and kicked off my sneakers. I decide to take a shower and start on my homework.

Jaw twitching and teeth grinding as I stare at my math homework still getting a bit worked up about today. Quickly finishing said homework, I toss it into my backpack. Flopping onto my comfy bed, I grab my fluffy blanket and turn on the TV to (F/TV/S). I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a news broadcast was playing some conspiracy theorist was going on about how aliens live among us and a picture came up to show "proof". The picture was blurry all I could make out was green bodies and each one had a colored cloth over what I'd assume to be their faces. One was red, another was blue, the third was orange and lastly was purple and it looked to be hovering from how high off the ground it was. Something about the purple one made me smile subconsciously. Turning off the TV I can't help but think of my new purple-wearing friend and doze off back to sleep.

The next few days of school went by pretty slowly but thanks to April she made it better. At lunch on Friday we sat in the outside courtyard under a tree, munching on my sandwich and (F/D). Some cheerleaders walk by and very loudly start gossiping but once they see us one of the girls started talking about my eyes. The comments shouldn't have had the effect they did on me but they did, I look down at my hands, moving my hair to cover my eyes and I sigh. April tells me to ignore those "bimbo Barbie dolls", I smile faintly at her comment but ever since that day, I became very self-conscious of them. At the end of the day, I'm walking down a hallway and I see a board filled with club posters, a poster advertising a Swim Team caught my eye. I did enjoy swimming (for obvious reasons 🙃) I take a picture of the poster to add the try-out day and time to my phone. April had to go run an errand for her mom so I was by my lonesome. But when I got outside the building a familiar person was waiting outside, he had yet to see me so I quietly snuck up behind him and shouted "BOO!" Oh, the sound he made and the expression on his face was priceless I couldn't help but laugh and almost fall over.

Donnie POV

I'm on my phone texting April letting her know I'm here at the school to walk Y/N home. All of a sudden a sweet but loud voice is shouted behind me and I jump. Turning around I see who the culprit is, I couldn't help but smile and blush slightly as I see Y/N laugh and double over from how hard she's laughing. I instinctively flick her forehead and chuckle as she clutches her head and glares at me.

Y/N POV

"Ow that hurt, you're gonna pay for that!"

"Catch me if he can," he says with a hint of mischief as he takes off running

I quickly run after him and we laugh as I chase him. He's pretty fast but I'm just as fast, I take the opportunity to tag him when he looks behind him to see how close I am. But when he turns around our noses almost touch, and a blush creeps up from my neck to my cheeks I tag him and take off running again.

Why does this girl make me feel this way? Feelings are...gross

After our game of tag which took longer than I thought the sun was starting to set. The beautiful orange, purple, and pinks color the sky. I sit under a tree with Othello and try to catch my breath. I have my eyes closed while a soft breeze blows my hair, unbeknownst to me he's watching me from the corner of his eye.

The way the sunset shines on her face....it's...well...

I hear him clear his throat, opening my eyes slowly I smile at him, standing up I brush off my black skirt and outstretched my hand to help him up.

"I'llwalkyouhome" he says quickly

"Oh there's no need"

"I insist, it's not safe out here this late"

I quickly think of what to do. I can't let him see the hideout but thankfully there is a safe house of sorts not far away from it. So I decide to walk there, once we arrive I grab my keys out of my bag, thanking him for walking me home.

"Well it wouldn't fit my bad boy image if I let a pretty girl walk home alone"

I roll my eyes and flick his forehead.

"Yea save your flirting for someone it works on"

He stutters and tries to think of what to say as a rebuttal

"Goodnight Othello"

"Goodnight Y/N"

I walk inside the apartment and decide a little evening stroll will be nice. I shower, braided my hair put on some black leggings with a black T-shirt, and place my phone in my small backpack. I climb out my bedroom window, and climb up the fire escape, once I'm on the roof there is a gentle breeze, and take in a big breath of fresh air. Doing my stretches and some meditation I start to think of my purple hoodied friend, blushing slightly I slap my cheeks gently to snap out of it.

I start to hop from rooftop to rooftop until I come across a party of sorts. I decide to take a break, watching a man with tons of bodyguards being handed a briefcase full of gold. Not far off in the distance a grappling hook is shoot from a nearby roof towards a construction site 4 figures slide across thinking they were about to crash the party I look on but they slide past the partygoers. Once they are hovering close to the pool on a different rooftop they let go and I'm able to see what the figures looked like.

The blue one falls and says "Cow!"

The orange one follows with "wa!"

Next, the purple one who is falling like he's unbothered says "Bung!"

Then the last one was red and yelled "Ga!"

Then the all shouted "Cannonball!"

They all crash into the pool and splash an onlooker that seems to be filming the whole thing. All the water is emptied from the pool after their landing and they start all start to happy dance. I chuckle a bit, grab onto the cable and I slide across it as well. Jumping down from the cable l, landing on the entrance to the rooftop. I take a peek and I can see that those people...big question mark have green-colored skin and shells on their backs.

"No way are those....turtles? Wait they look very familiar to the ones I saw on the news that one day. Also, that purple one sounds very familiar" I say quietly to myself

The onlooker high-fives the group and they discuss what they plan on doing next. I look at the person and I couldn't believe my eyes. The person turns around after putting the wet floor and dry pool signs.

"April?!" I say out loud instead of in my head.

April turns around and she points at me, "Y/N?"

We both stare at each other with our mouths open and I hesitantly jump down to her and give a quick wave.

"Nice night for a dive huh?" I say shyly

Authors Notes!!

Oh yea, time for some action!! What will happen in the next chapter? Sorry to leave yall with a cliffhanger of sorts 😋

[sindyauniverse]

Now the mansion is owned by Sindura and her trophy wife Vidya.

Sindura: *drinking coffee*

Vidya: jiejie. What do you want for lunch later? I'll make it for you.

Sindura: you don't need to cook.

We have chefs for that.

But I do love your cooking.

Make some Tikka masala.

Vidya: ok sure.

Sindura: I picked out some jewelry for you. You'll tell me of you love them.

Vidya: aww, where did you buy them?

Sindura: Sagar's mom's closet.

Vidya: Sindura jiejie.

Sindura: I have my ways.

Harsh: *walks in*  Hey ladies! Hey Vidya.

Vidya: *feels uncomfortable*

Sindura: why are you still here?

Harsh: you didn't put me out. And I'm married to your sister, remember.

Sindura jiejie.

Sindura: *glares*

Harsh: Sindura ji. If you put me out, won't your sister be upset?

(Ji is for respect~ equivalent to Ms/Mr)

Sindura: how dare you threaten me!

Look. Get out.

Harsh: oh gosh, Sindura Ji. Can't I have some food at least?

Sindura: no.

Harsh: hehe, just what i thought. I'll just order takeout then.

Sindura: and I don't want you to stare at Vidya again.

Harsh: so I can't look at Vidya?

Sindura: no. Or else I'll call the police.

Harsh: got it, *grin* Sindura ji.

*runs*

Vidya: thank God he's  gone.

Jiejie. Is Aniket still tied up in our guesthouse.

Sindura: yea, I moved him to the farmhouse.

He's chained to a chair with his mouth duct taped shut.

Vidya: oh! Well good then.

Sindura: I plan to torture him today.

And I want you by my side.

Vidya: of course!

Sindura: hmm. I have to showcase my trophy wife a little. *touches her face*

Wear something nice, meimei.

Vidya: *blushing*

Sindura: Vidya, I made Sagar a servant, if you want to know.

He was begging me not to get rid of him.

Vidya: oh.

Sindura: I hate him and his wet puppy face.

Vidya: i thought it was cute.

Sindura: it isn't.

~

Suddenly there was a flash of light, as if a portal opened up.

Xue yang: where are we!.....ugh. I'm hungry.

Yao: *looking around*

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips, what are you doing here?!!! You always follow us around.

Xichen: I'm A-Yao's emotional support Lan.

Su she: and what is that?

Yao: guys stop fighting. I think we're in a mansion.

Mo xuanyu: well it's ugly. You have a prettier mansion, Yao gege!

Sindura: HEY!!! Why are you causing commotion, in my house!!!

Xue yang: *looks at Sindura*

Wow.

Sindura: who are you five?!!

Lemme call the police real quick.

Vidya: greetings. I'm Vidya Singh.

Sindura: *stands in front of Vidya and folds her arms*

Mo xuanyu: we're team dimple, the one and only. And your house is tacky.

Yao: xuanyu, be polite.

I'm Jin guangyao, and this is team dimple.

They're my harem.

Mo xuanyu: bet you don't have one!

Sindura: I don't want one.

Anyways. I'm Sindura Singh. The one and only.

Yao: nice to meet you.

This is xue yang, Su Minshan, Lan Xichen and Mo xuanyu.

We have used a teleportation talisman to go to Tibet. But we accidentally got teleported here.

Sindura: ah. I'm an expert with mad people. My brother was once mad. And still is.

Yao: we're not mad. We're telling the truth.

Su she: how dare you call our lianfang zun mad!! And that light you just saw was the teleportation warp.

For your info!

Vidya: really?!! You teleported??

Sindura: *rolls eyes* go book a hotel.

Xue yang: why, Sindura Singh? Too much hot people in the mansion?

Jiggy, yourself and I.

Sindura: flirt again and I'm taking your tongue.

Xue yang: *gasps* I met my match.

Mo xuanyu: you guys have the same name! Are you a couple.

Vidya: *looks at Sindura* are we?

Sindura: Vidya, we're married.

Vidya: heehee.

Mo xuanyu: yas queen!! As you should!

We're all madly in love with Yao gege.

Vidya: ohh gege.

I call Sindura jiejie, Sindura jiejie.

Xichen: you know Chinese?!!

Vidya: duolingo.

Xichen: aww.

Su she: Lan lips, stop flirting with Vidya.

Mo xuanyu: *crying* Lan lips is cheating on Yao gege.

Vidya, I don't know what duolingo is. But I know about Duo hensheng.

Sindura: you better stay away from my wife, Xichen.

Xichen: Sindura, I would never.

Team dimple is always like this when I talk to anyone who's not A-Yao.

Mo xuanyu: you're such an attractive couple!

Sindura: thank you.

Now please, get a hotel.

Xue yang: Sindura. I think we can do it on the couch. We don't need a hotel.

Sindura: *glares furiously* 

Yao: don't be upset, Sindura. He flirts with everyone who's attractive.

Xue yang: AND YOU'RE HOT!!!

Vidya: Yao gege, please. Stay with us. You and team dimple.

Su she: you can book a hotel for Lan Xichen.

Vidya: Minshan, don't say that.

Sindura: but Minshan is right.

Yao: is that vermillion on your forehead? Are you a Jin.

Mo xuanyu: we all know that Jin guangshan can't keep it in his pants.

Sindura is maybe his long lost daughter.

Yao: you  have a point.

Sindura: Jin guangshan? And you're Jin guangyao?

The names are so similar.

Xue yang: Jiggy is our god and guangshan is just a womanizer demon. He's not very important. I burnt down a brothel with him in it.

Sindura: waw. Really?

Xue yang: yea babe. Jiggylicious told me to, so I did.

Sindura: did jin guangshan scream?

Vidya: Sindura jiejie, what are you asking him?!

Sindura: I was just curious.

Vidya: sorry, Xue yang. Jiejie is just fascinated with certain things.

Xue yang: ahahahahahah. I do worse.

Sindura: I have my ex husband tied up in a farmhouse.

Yao: gosh. I want to do that to dage.

Xichen: what?

Yao: what?

Vidya: that vermillion is a symbolism of marriage.

Sindura: our marriage.

Mo xuanyu: you guys are really really cute.

Yao: i hope you two have a happy married life.

Vidya: thank you Yao gege!!!

jiejie, a servant just told me that my ex mother-in-law wants water. He asked me permission before giving it to her and I just let them go ahead.

Sindura: that's fine. I'm fed up of this old bat actually.

Tomorrow she'll be moved to the geriatric home.

Vidya: mn.

Sindura: don't worry, meimei.

Mo xuanyu: is the old bat your mom?

Sindura: never!

My mom committed suicide because she had enough of being mistreated.

That other woman killed her.

Yao: oh that's so sad.

My A-niang was mistreated too. As she was a prostitute.

Xue yang: don't worry Jiggy and Sindura, I'll send all those assholes into the whore house. They can never get away with insulting you two!

Vidya: Xue yang is so righteous! Awwww.

Xichen: are you serious?

Xue yang: what do you mean by that, Lan lips?

Mo xuanyu: that's how team dimple is supported to be.

We're more superior than everyone else. 

Sindura: I also see myself as very superior.

I live with idiots.

Well, except for Vidya of course. She's my wife.

Vidya: Sindura jiejie. *turning red*

Yao: what makes you love Vidya?

Sindura: ah. Simply because.

The world is dark, and Vidya is the only sunshine.

Yao: aw.

That's what I say about er ge.

Xichen: *blushing* yeaa, I'm his sunshine.

Team dimple: *jealous*

Xue yang: important question. Who's the top and bottom?

Sindura: obviously I'm the top.

Xue yang: can you step on me?

Sindura: no.

Sindura: anyways, team dimple, you guys are hitmen?

Su she: yes. We're lianfang zuns henchmen and hitmen.

Mo xuanyu: except for Lan lips. He's inexperienced.

Xichen: ugh. Team dimple.

Sindura: can you guys drag Aniket here. I want to scare him a bit.

Mo xuanyu: no can do.

Yao: *opens fan*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege doesn't take orders from anyone, and neither do we.

Su she: we only take orders from our boss.

Sindura: you guys are very obedient to your master.

Su she: very.

Now you got to ask lianfang zun permission.

Vidya: is he a god?

Su she: yes.

Yao: I'm actually not.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, you are. Please don't gaslight them.

Vidya: *bows to A-Yao*

Yao: oh my goodness, Vidya. Get up.

Sindura: *confused*

Sindura: lianfang zun. Jin guangyao. May I borrow your team dimple for dragging my ex here?

Yao: sure. To thank you for your hospitality, I'll tell you borrow team dimple.

Sindura: good.

Vidya: thank you so much!! Our dimple golden God.

Sindura: don't call him that.

Mo xuanyu: aww, she's jealous.

Sindura: Sindura is never jealous.

Yao: team d. Go get Sindura's ex. And torture him good.

Team dimple: *bow* yes boss! *took turns to kiss his hand*

Vidya: *mesmerized* is he like, Lord Krishna?

Sindura: stop it.

~~~~~~

Later on, team d confronted Aniket, and xue yang ripped the duct tape off.

Aniket: ouch!!!

Who the hell are you people!

Mo xuanyu: *slaps*

Su she: yuyu, threaten him first. Then slap him.

Mo xuanyu: we'll beat you up! *slaps*

Aniket: did Sindura send you?! Don't trust Sindura!! She's evil! She trapped me here!!

SINDURA IS A LESBIAN WITCH!

Xue yang: wow. That's kinda hot.

I used to call Wen qing a lesbian witch when she threatened to stick her needles in me.

Aniket: who's wen qing?

Is she hot?

Mo xuanyu: *slaps him* being a pervert and a homophobe are both unacceptable.

Su she: come on, you ugly throw pillow. Sindura wants to talk to you.

Xue yang: about your divorce.

And she wants to teach you a lesson.

Aniket: I don't want anything to do with Sindura! Let go of me!!

Su she: yea, your not qualified to order us.

Aniket: who do you think you are!

Mo xuanyu: team dimple! *kicks* bitch!!

Xue yang: Sindura isn't our boss. Even though I want her to step on me.

~~~~

Meanwhile, Sindura and Yao were having tea, while their golden retriever soulmates were drooling over them and having kheer.

Xichen: whats the name of the dessert congee again?

Vidya: kheer.

Xichen: ohhh.

Yao: your wife's tea is amazing, Sindura.

Quite gingery.

Sindura: thanks, A-Yao.

So you say the Jianghu is on their knees for you?

Yao: yes they are.

Sindura: ah.

I want that too. I crave for world domination.

Yao: I can relate.

Sindura: your xue yang wanted a lapdance from me. So i told him no.

Yao: savage.

Just ignore yangyang.

Xue yang: JIGGY!!!!

SINDURA!!!!

Yao: there they are.

Su she: we brought your trashbag husband.

Mo xuanyu: you can always count on team dimple.

Aniket: *trying to catch his breath*

Sindura: *smiling*

Aniket: you witch! Team dimple, don't listen to her!

Su she: like we said, Sindura isn't our boss.

Aniket: untie me!!!

Sindura: why?

That wouldn't be fun if I do.

~~~

Sindura: *looking at her ex with fake pity* poor poor Aniket. You're in such a condition.

Aniket: and you like to see me like this!

Sindura: you know me so well.

Do you know why you're in this state.

Because you try to upstage Sindura. And no one does that.

Aniket: tell your goons to let go of me!

Yao: they're not goons. They're my team dimple you're talking about.

Watch your words.

Sindura: oh come on, darling. You should be grateful that I kept you alive.

We all know what I'm capable of.

Vidya: *standing behind Sindura*

Aniket: Vidya! Vidya! Stay away from that witch!

Sindura: don't talk to my wife, you dick!

Aniket: how can you have a wife? You're a woman.

Sindura: because I realised that you're a piece of shit.

Aniket: you're insane! Vidya is Sagar's wife.

Sindura: who are you to tell me who and who not to be with.

You think you're the perfect guy?!

Aniket: Look. I'm taking my son.

Sindura: Aniket. He's my son too!

Vidya: and I adopted him, and I'm Very happy with Sindura jiejie.

So Frick off.

Sindura: vidya, it's f*ck off.

Vidya: right!

Aniket: Sindura, you witch. You took everything from me! I hate you! You're vile!

Sindura: all you do is put him against me! You were my worst mistake!

Aniket: because you're evil!

And you'll pay for all what you did! You don't have any love!

Sindura: so what if I'm evil. It's not your business.

And don't you think you talk too much?

On a good day, I would have already shot you. *leans in* with a straight face.

Aniket: at least there is one thing straight about you.

Sindura: *punches him and breaks his nose*

Aniket: agh!!! Sindura!!! *screaming and cursing*

Sindura: SHUT UP!!

Aniket: you broke my nose!

Sindura: and I'll break your neck!

Mo xuanyu: bitch!!

Aniket: *cursing again*

Sindura: there he goes again.

Can someone shut him up.

Yao: xue yang. Do your specialty.

Xue yang: *severs his tongue* haha. Sindura, you want me to make tongue tea out of it?

Sindura: no way. I don't want his tongue in my mouth.

Vidya: we're vegan.

Xue yang: got it.

Yao: excellent.

Sindura: *picks up a stick*

Aniket: *trying to scoot away*

Sindura: *grinning* don't run.

Stay still.

Aniket: mmgmgmgggg!!!! Mmmmggf!!!

Sindura: *eye twitches*

Vidya: beat the heck out of him. He's such a creep.

Sindura: *starts beating him*

Yao: I'm glad Sindura is having fun..

Xue yang: yea Jiggylicious.

An hour after~~~

Xue yang: Jiggy, can we kiss?

Yao: not now.

Xue yang: *pointing at Sindya kissing* but the hot lesbians are doing it!

[zoros-fourth-sword]

Scarlett- Chapter Seven

Summary: Portgas D. Scarlett Ace's older sister, decides to join Trafalgar Law's crew as their navigator after her brother's death. At first, she is distant and consumed with grief over her loss, but as she spends more time with Law and his crew, she begins to find comfort in their shared experiences.

As they journey together through the Grand Line, Law, and Scarlett must face off against dangerous foes and navigate the treacherous waters of the New World. Along the way, they grow closer, and Scarlett begins to see Law in a new light.

But their love is not without its challenges, as Law is still haunted by his past and the events that led him to become a pirate. Scarlett must confront her feelings of guilt and loss over her brother's death if she wants to move forward with Law.

WC: 1.2k

Taglist: @3v37773 @sukunas-play-thing @tinydonkeysforlife @simp4bakuh03

WARNINGS: None

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Chapter Seven: Two Years Later

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One thing that I can say about these last two years is that they have been a living hell Traffy Laffy literally worked me like a dog signing papers cooking cleaning training you name it he had me doing it. It even caused us to get into a few fights I wasn’t going to be doing everything while he sat in his office.

“What ya thinking about” Law grumbled from in front of me as. We were both currently abroad on my brother's ship having to share a room due to the fact that there weren’t enough bedrooms for us to have our own space

“Just thinking about how much shit you put me through in the last two years” I huff as I sank into the couch I was sitting on

“Stop whining and get back to work” Law grumbled from his desk slightly giving me a glare not really wanting to deal with me at the moment

“Where not even on the polar tang and you're still making write on these damn papers the rooms going to be filled to the brim by the time we get back to the crew” I mumble as I dramatically slid down the couch and onto the floor

“Well I would maybe think your ass would finally get the hang of our routine,” Law said as he kept his eyes on his papers

“I hate that you're right” I growl as I get up off the floor making sure to adjust my clothes

“I’m always right Scar” Law mumbled as he looked up at me causing my cheeks to slightly flush

“Yea you fucking wish Traffy Laffy” I snap stubbornly crossing my arms over my chest and trying to hide the fact that I was intimidated by his stare

“Mh” Law hummed “Just do the papers and then you free to go,” Law said as he pinched the bridge of his nose

“You're lucky that you're my captain” I huff as I flop on the couch

“I bet,” Law said as he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest so that his full attention was on me

“Why are you looking at me like that” I ask my captain once I notice the annoyed expression on his face

“Nothin just waiting for you to shut your mouth” Law shrugged causing me to instantly feel pissed

“Why you little shit” I snap as I get up from my seat to walk over to him to slap him for being a jerk

“How about ya stop hitting me for once” Law growled as he grabbed my wrist mid-air causing me to let out a quiet yelp in surprise

“How about you stop being a jerk to me for once” I snap as I try to break free from his grip

“Who else is going to discipline you” Law growled as he pulled me closer by the wrist causing me to slightly stumble forward making me grab Law's knees to catch my balance

“Fuck off” I choke out feeling nervous from our awkward position

“Whatever you're free for tonight but you're doing extra work tomorrow,” Law said as he let me go causing me to immediately move away from him

“Fine by me I’m going to go have Sanji make us some dinner” I mumble as I make my way out of our room trying to avoid eye contact

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“Scarlett my love what can I get for you” the blonde cook asked me as I entered the Kitchen

“I was going to see if you would make some food for me and Traffy were kinda hungry,” I ask as stand across from him behind the kitchen counter

“Of course Scar anything for you” Sanji said as he spun circles around the kitchen

“Thank you Sanji I’m starving” I giggle

“It’s an honor to make food for my captain's older sister,” Sanji said as he began to cook our meals

“I’m going to go see the girls while you're doing that,” I say giving the man a smile as I take my leave.

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“So he’s giving you a hard time,” Nami said as we sat in a circle with Robin in the middle of her bedroom floor

“Yeah but I can’t complain” I huff “The man is the reason why I’m still breathing” I chuckle mentally thanking my captain for all that he has done for me

“Trust me I understand” Nami laughed “Your brother can be quite the handful”

“Yeah I know but I wouldn’t change him for the world tho ” I giggle

“I Agree he’s quite the person,” Robin said joining our conversation

“SCARLETT COME PLAY TAG WITH ME AND CHOPPER” Luffy said as he came barging into the room nearly breaking the door in the process

“Shit Luffy you scared the fuck out of us” I laugh once I see Robin and Nami laid out on the floor with terrified expressions on their faces

“Heh my bad” Luffy chucked

“You fine and I will after I take Traffy Laffy his dinner,” I say as I get up off the floor making sure not to step on the girls

“HECK YEA” Luffy screamed as he dashed out of the room

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“Here’s your dinner,” I say as I walk into mine and Law's room

“Just sit it on the desk,” Law said from the bed he was currently spread out on with his shirt slightly lifted up showing off his toned stomach

“Is everything alright?” I ask my captain finding it unusual that he’s taking a break

“Yeah just have a headache” Law mumbled as his tattooed hands covered his face

“Come eat and drink some water” I say placing our plates on his desk

“It might make you feel better,” I say going over to the man grabbing his wrist trying to pull him out of bed

“Okay alright I’m getting up” Law mumbled as he gently pulled his wrist out of my hand

“What have you been up to,” Traffy Laffy asked as he walked over to his desk to grab his plate

“Nothing really been hanging out with the girls,” I say making my way toward him

“Here you need to eat as well,” Law said as he picked up my plate to hand it to me

“Thank you” I mumble taking it from his hand

“Mhm no problem” Law hummed taking a bite out of his food

“I’m sorry about earlier” I mumble remembering my tantrum

“It’s fine I understand and I was kinda a dick,” Law said as he looked down at me

“You were” I giggle deciding to give the man a hard time

“Oh yea” Law chuckled

“Yea” I laughed giving him a glance

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat all the time I wouldn’t have to be” Law smirked knowing that it was going to irritate me

“Why you little shit” I laughed gently punching his arm

“I can’t help that your face irritates me” I mumbled taking a bite out of my food

“Mhm I’m sure it does” Law hummed with the same smirk plastered on his face

“What the hell does that mean,” I ask dumbfounded

“I don’t know what does it mean” Law chuckled

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{A/N: the tension is there y’all like I love Scar and Law and everyone should comment a ship name 🤣