#but everyones so concerned and worried abt him still and telling him not to do it again that he just cries
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HOW DO YOU NOT EVEN KNOW?
he said something awful, something he should’ve never said or thought about saying. but he said it, and now the damage was done. and he didn’t even know what he’d done, leaving you alone to reflect on the damage (feat. inarizaki! thank you for requesting this anon :)) kori, your best friend was always a mediator, but even this time she knew that you were the victim, and he was the bad guy (I get confused whenever I start using too many y/f/n and stuff like that so I just stuck my oc in here instead ✌️)
warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o reader, angst, this does not have a happy ending with comfort sorry, your dialogue is in white, kori’s dialogue is in purple, kori is an oc not a canon character (click here for more info abt her)
You knew Atsumu was popular, that wasn’t a surprise. He was good looking, a talented volleyball player, and he was charismatic. What was there not to like about him?
But still. Why did it still hurt and make you agitated whenever other students would fawn over him? You knew it was bound to happen, hell— you fawn over him too as your boyfriend.
If you had to hear one more deafening squeal of his name, you’d probably lose your mind.
“Miya-kun!!”
“Miya-senpai!”
The worst part was that he always stopped and made time for them. Even when he was with you. You couldn’t lie to yourself, it hurt everytime you saw him smiling at the fans and giving them his time and attention when he probably should be giving it to you, his actual s/o.
You voiced your worries and concerns to your friend who always listened and lended her ears to you.
“I probably shouldn’t be feeling like this.. I mean he loves me right? Not the fans.” You said softly, but your tone was uncertain, you honestly weren’t sure what you were saying was true or not, and that scared you even more.
“No I think it’s pretty valid to feel like that. It ain’t fair for him to do that in front of you especially if you’re on an actual date. He should be paying attention to you, not some random fangirls or fanboys.” Kori replied, scribbling away on her tablet as she sketched and drew as she was listening and talking. Kori always drew when listening, she had a way with multitasking.
You found it funny that Kori offered such sage wisdom and support despite the girl never having been in a relationship nor having a crush on anyone. “Kori how do you always know about relationship stuff when you’ve never even been in one before?”
Kori looked up from her tablet with a slightly hurt expression. “I really didn’t need that stray comment—?”
You giggled, snickering to yourself as you reassured your friend that you were just teasing and joking around. You knew Kori was one of the sweetest human beings on earth, and you trusted her to have your back when you needed her to.
“But seriously though, you should tell him what you’re feeling. He’s so dense that I don’t think bro would know unless you tell him directly.” Kori suggested, going back to drawing. She was right, Atsumu was quite oblivious, and probably thought nothing of what he was doing since he was so used to the attention.
So you decided to gather your courage to speak to the blonde twin about your concerns. You thought that it’d go ok, maybe he’d be a bit confused, but he would comply and maybe give you a hug or a couple kisses to reassure you.
“Huh? Whaddya talkin’ about babe?”
…
What did he mean, “whaddya talkin’ about”?
You thought you worded yourself quite clearly for him to understand, you knew he wasn’t stupid or anything— at least not THAT stupid.
“So yer worried about all the other people talkin’ to me? Babe don’t worry, it ain’t like I’m kissin’ ‘em or anything.”
You felt your heart twist. Did he just— not get it? Or did he not care? Did he care about you and everyone else the same? No. That can’t be right, you were catastrophizing things.
“No that’s not— I’m just— Atsumu wait. Please listen for a second—“ you tried grabbing his arm, but he immediately pulled it away.
“I gotta go to practice y/n, ok? Can it wait till after?”
he used your name instead of a nickname.
“It’ll take like five seconds for me to explain—“
“Just leave me be y/n! Yer insecurities can’t get in the way of my practicing, nationals are coming up and you’re tellin’ me yer worried about other students talkin’ to me? Yer just as annoying and as distracting as them at this point!”
“you’re just as annoying and as distracting as them”
That sentence echoed over and over again in your mind. He didn’t really mean that right? He was just stressed because of nationals? He’d certainly apologize right?
But all you heard were his quick receding footsteps that disappeared as he walked into the gym, closing the door behind him. You were frozen there for god knows how long. It felt like a few seconds, but to bystanders and other students walking by, you looked like you’d passed out standing up.
“Uh— y/n…? You good?” A familiar voice asked, tapping your shoulder lightly. You snapped out of your daze and looked to your side where your friend Kori was, looking at you with concern and slight worry in her sleepy golden amber eyes.
You hadn’t even realized tears had pricked your eyes, which earned a silent gasp from your friend. “Whoa what happened? Did you get hurt or something??” She asked worriedly, her eyes scanning your body for any injuries. Your breath trembled as you just slumped over into Kori’s shoulder, letting out a choked sob that you didn’t know you were holding in.
Kori’s eyes were wide with concern as she hesitantly pat your back, returning the hug. She didn’t say anything or press you to explain the situation yet, she just let you cry for as long as you needed, offering tissues and water to help you calm down a bit.
After you had managed to explain what happened, Kori sighed knowingly, as if she wasn’t surprised he’d say that. “He was never the nicest dude around y/n. I’m sorry he said that to you that’s wrong.” Her tone was empathetic and gentle, and she tried her best to avoid saying anything bad about the blonde. You knew him and her weren’t on the best of terms for some reason, reasons unknown even to Kori, Atsumu just didn’t like her for some reason.
Kori did her best to try and at least distract you. You went over to her house after school and she did whatever you felt like doing. Watching TV, studying, playing games, listening to music, honestly anything she’d do to help you at least a little. You couldn’t lie it did help to distract yourself, it felt good to not think about Atsumu. It felt— freeing.
You hadn’t felt this free and light in a while. You didn’t even realize how much your worries and concerns about Atsumu’s loyalty had weighed down on you.
Ding, ding
Your phone chimed, a new text message incoming. You hoped, hoped that it would be from Atsumu. Why did you hope for that? You felt so free when you weren’t thinking about him, why did you want him to text you? Why did you still want him to be with you and spend time with you despite what he did, and how he dressed you out?
You peeked at your notifications, and sure enough, it was from him. You saw his profile picture at the beginning of the textbox, a funny weird picture which was most likely taken by Suna as he was fighting with his other half.
“Is it him?” Kori’s voice made you jump, you could never get used to how deep it was, it was kind of scary whenever she’d talk out of nowhere. You nodded, opening up your messages to see what he had said.
Tsumu: Hey where are u? Didn’t you have club today? It’s Wednesday I always meet you after school to walk you home.
Should you answer? Honestly you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to act like everything was fine. It wasn’t fine. You closed your phone, just leaving him on read as you went back to watching the TV in front of you. It was playing your favorite anime, and Kori was drawing as per usual right next to you.
“What did tweedledum say?” Kori asked curiously, her Apple Pencil scribbling and scraping against her iPad screen in a precise, sharp manner. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at Kori’s nickname for Atsumu. Kori called the twins “tweedledee and tweedledum”. You weren’t sure if she even knew their actual names still. Of course she gave Atsumu the tweedledum name because he was indeed dum(b) about 90% of the time.
“He just asked where I was. I usually stay late for club which ends at the same time as his practice so we usually walked home together. But I skipped today.” You explained as Kori hummed softly in response. Kori didn’t pry or try to bring up the subject again for the rest of the time you were at her house. She thought it would be better to just— let you not think about it too much.
She offered for you to stay over for the night, but you said no to that. But Kori was worried for you, she wanted to make sure you were ok—so she said she could walk you home at least, but you shook your head, you couldn’t make her walk you home too after all she’d done for you already. So you waved goodbye to her, saying goodbye to her mom that had just pulled in from work as well with a soft smile that was half genuine, and half fake.
One half was genuinely happy after Kori helped you out, but the other half was still stuck on that dumb blonde. You’d gotten several messages from him on both Snapchat and text.
Tsumu: hello?? Don’t just leave me on read babe wth??
Tsumu: where even are you? Are you at someone’s house??
You then jumped, shit. Your Snapchat location. You almost forgot to turn it off. You quickly opened the app and turned off your location sharing before shoving your phone back into your pocket, putting on your headphones to try and focus on something different. You blasted music on your walk home, listening to anything your shuffled playlist would give you.
It was like your playlist knew. It kept playing these sad angsty songs that you liked listening to during late nights where sleep just couldn’t find you. For the second time that day, you cried, letting out choked and uneven sobs that you once again did not know you were holding onto. You didn’t even know why you were so hurt by what he said, it’s not like he broke up with you or anything. But still— why did it hurt like he just shot you four times straight through your heart and soul?
It was as if the bullets remained, not exiting your body, but lodging themselves deeper into your torn up heart, digging deeper and farther inside of you, not having any plans of leaving you.
The only thing comforting you now were the snug fit of the soft foam ears of your headphones, and your long sleeves that couldn’t reach past your wrists, staying at an uncomfortably short length that only made you feel worse. Any little thing made everything worse. Everything was just too much. Some part of you thought maybe it would’ve been better to stay at Kori’s like she’d offered before. But you were already too far away to turn back now, you’d just have to hope that the comfort of your own home would suffice.
Osamu wasn’t as popular as his twin brother Atsumu. But that didn’t mean he was unpopular. He was just overshadowed by his twin, or as he called it, his “better half”.
It was annoying how they’d all gather around his brother, he too found it kind of disturbing and weird. However of course he felt a bit envious, insecure about his own likability and looks. Did people find his brother more attractive despite them being identical twins? But why? Was it just him?
You’d been friends with the twins for a long while now, ever since middle school, even before they had their distinguishing dyed hair. You liked Osamu better the minute you met them both. Atsumu was so brazen and confident, and he wasn’t afraid to express his high standards of his fellow players, even upperclassmen.
You found it off putting how offensive the blonde could be to people. It was irritating to be around him. Osamu was different. He was pleasant to be around. He had a sense of humor, was laid back, reserved, and friendly for the most part.
He loved food, you knew that from the first time you sat with him in middle school for lunch recess. His droopy tired eyes would widen and sparkle whenever he saw food in front of him, specifically onigiri. It was cute to you, how he’d light up and become a completely different looking person at the sight of some simple, but satiating food. It was one of the many reasons why you chose him and not anyone else.
You felt so confused and baffled that Osamu didn’t see himself the same way you did. You saw someone special, he saw someone that was second best.
You tried. You really did.
Tried to make him see that he was perfect in his own way, perfect in your eyes, perfect for you.
But there was only so much you could do. Only so much you could say. He had to choose to believe your words, and do the rest on his own. It was called self confidence for a reason after all.
Your anniversary was coming up, it’d been 2 years since you two started dating officially. You took this as an opportunity to plan something special for you and your boyfriend this year. You knew he’d been stressed lately because of the upcoming tournaments, and because his twin was putting more pressure on him than ever. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d seen Atsumu chewing him out for accidentally missing a serve, a block, a receive, or a spike.
Every mistake he made, every single hesitation, his brother caught it and made sure Osamu knew exactly what he did wrong despite the poor gray haired twin already being well aware about what he’d done wrong. Having someone rub everything in his face was degrading and mentally exhausting.
Osamu was usually patient, you commended him for being as patient as he was with his brother. But it was taking a toll on his self esteem that was already fragile. Atsumu was basically hitting him in the same spot over and over again, not allowing the previous bruises heal before making a new one in the same area, eventually leaving a mark that won’t ever heal nor fully fade away.
But next week will be different. You’d make sure of it. You even enlisted the help from your friend to help you figure out some nice plans or ideas of what you could do with Osamu. However you knew at some point you’d have to overcome your beef with Atsumu for a moment, and ask him his thoughts. He was Osamu’s twin brother after all, he knew him better than anyone, maybe even better than you.
“You sure you gotta ask him?” Kori asked. Ugh, you didn’t want to of course. But yes, you’d have to put your dislike for his horrid personality aside for your boyfriend’s sake. You wanted your anniversary to be perfect after all.
“Can you come with me to ask him please?” You asked Kori, looking at her with pleading eyes, clasping your hands together. Kori looked at you, putting her pencil down as she sighed.
“Yeah no sorry you’re on your own.” Kori said with an apologetic expression. You let out a small groan, you knew Atsumu had some sort of beef with Kori, and Kori didn’t want to deal with a beef she didn’t even know was from.
“Oh come on please??”
“…Y/n you already know what will happen if I go with you.”
“Please Yoyo you’re my best friend—“ You tried using the nickname that usually got Kori’s attention, holding your friend’s hands with pleading eyes. If Kori went with you, you could make her ask instead of you, and if he got too exasperating to stand any longer, you’d have an excuse to leave.
Kori looked at you with a narrow and skeptical squint when you used that nickname on her.
“Don’t use that—“
“What, you don’t like it Yoyo-chan?”
“Bro.”
“I’ll stop if you come with me.”
“Nice try.”
You pouted and slapped her shoulder playfully with feigned anger as you crossed your arms over your chest with a sigh. But it couldn’t be helped, it wouldn’t be too horrible right?
“Huh? Yer asking me for help? That’s a new one.”
Ugh. It was horrible.
You covered your perturbed expression, but you couldn’t hide the sharp glare of your eyes as you tried to “fake it till you make it” as they say, and act cordial. But god, you wanted to tear off that smug looking grin off his face so badly. The tone he used was so condescending and belittling, it made you want to crush him with your bare hands, but you honestly couldn’t tell if that was just his normal tone of voice or if he was trying to sound like an egotistical asshole all the time.
Because if he was trying? He was doing an absolutely stupendous job.
“I just wanted to know— what are some of Osamu’s favorite things to do? I mean— I know what he likes but you’re his brother.. So I thought you’d know better than me.” You said, reluctantly swallowing a snarky insult you were about to accidentally say without thinking.
Atsumu scoffed and grinned at you, and you were expecting him to tease you which might’ve been your last straw, but surprisingly, he didn’t.
“Aw that’s sweet actually. I see why he loves ya so much.” You looked at him, expecting to maybe see some kind of smirk or malicious glint in his eyes, but no, he was genuinely saying that. You were pleasantly surprised, maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.
You felt yourself smile at the fact that Osamu had made it clear to his brother of his love for you. If even someone as dense and emotionally oblivious as Atsumu could tell, then Osamu must’ve talked about you a lot. The thought of him talking about you so much made your heart flutter, sending a rush of joy and warmth through your veins, fueling your excitement and determination to plan the upcoming special day.
As you two talked, your excitement grew with each suggestion Atsumu made. Your smile was spread wide across your face, filled with genuine adoration and anticipation from how excited you were to surprise your beloved.
However, you failed to realize that Osamu might’ve gotten spoiled early. Spoiled about the wrong thing.
He saw you, chatting with his twin with your beautiful sweet smile that melted his heart to a puddle whenever you showed him. It absolutely destroyed him to see you blessing his brother with the sight instead of him.
Osamu knew you weren’t super close with him, but it’d always been in the back of his mind.
Is he better than me? He’s probably more fun.
Am I too boring?
Am I less good looking?
Am I always gonna be known as “Atsumu’s twin brother”?
He cursed and muttered painfully to himself as he walked off, he couldn’t watch you continue smiling and talking with his better half so cheerfully. Oh if only he had heard what you were talking about, then he would understand everything.
But he left, his fragile heart and self esteem shattered to unmendable pieces of a jigsaw that would never fit back together because of its missing piece.
He felt like a waste. He truly did.
Oh but no it was the opposite of what he thought.. You were only talking to his brother so enthusiastically because you were planning something special for him.
However, things get lost in translation. Misconceptions cause one person to become blind to the truth, quick to catastrophize, making haste to blame and lock away their feelings to try and preserve what they have left to spare. For Osamu? This was probably the worst misunderstanding, worse than any other situation you’d hear about. This was worse.
Oh this was bad. You just kept smiling and talking eagerly with his brother from a distance, that's all Osamu could see. His mind made up the subject of the conversation he thought you were having with Atsumu, his mind immediately jumping to conclusions that were incorrect. Yet there you were, blissfully unaware of the accidental turmoil you’d caused your boyfriend to suffocate in. Alone. Basking with his old friend, second place.
It was the day, finally it had arrived— your anniversary! You had so many things rushing through your buzzing mind, your heart racing with the good kind of anxiety and anticipation of the day ahead. You absolutely couldn’t wait to see Osamu, you could barely contain yourself from excitement.
You found this restaurant with Kori by researching online. It was a place that specialized in making onigiri, which was an establishment run by an old married couple that had been working there for generations. Kori had said that usually these types of places had the best food, and she was certainly not wrong about that.
You knew it was his favorite, so you thought it would for sure make him happy if you took him there, right?
You were expecting to wake up with a message from Osamu, but weirdly, he didn’t, your notifications were as empty as you left them last night. You thought nothing of it, maybe he’d just been too busy this morning to text you, he’d probably just tell you in person.
With a slight skip in your step, you walked up the stairs of Inarizaki, the familiar chatter and buzzing of fellow students’ varying footsteps echoing throughout the long hallways filled with people. Your gaze searched each head, each person’s hair color registering in your mind as you scanned the area. You were searching for one with a certain shade of gray…
There he was, the one with gray hair by the lockers!
You had to push your way through some students who didn’t seem to understand that perhaps having a conversation in the middle of the hallway was inconvenient for everyone around them. But that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was getting to your boyfriend.
“Samu! I found this super cute place that’s run by this family and they specialize in onigiri— I wanna take you there after school today ok?” Your vice was so chipper and enthusiastic, filled with adoration and love as he shut his locker door slightly harsher than normal. His gaze looked over to you, and you were immediately silenced by how cold it was. It was sharp, razor sharp, and frigid like a blizzard was raging in his dark irises.
You were confused— maybe he was just tired.. Yeah, that was probably it.
“…You ok Samu? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to I just thought that maybe you’d—“
“Why don’t ya go with Atsumu? You seemed awfully chummy with him earlier, so just go with him.” He snapped coldly. But his eyes, they looked so pained, hurt, and somber, not cold and apathetic like his tone.
And with that, he left you to drown in his quicksand-like words, his footsteps receding as he disappeared in the crowd of countless students.
If his words weren’t already enough, you were hit with the sudden realization that he had forgotten about your anniversary, the entire reason behind why you’d asked him to go with you.
What did he mean “you seemed awfully chummy with him earlier”?? What was he— oh.
Oh no.
No no no— he completely misunderstood!
You were talking with Atsumu about today and what you were planning on doing with HIM! It had nothing to do with Atsumu in the slightest!
But you knew Osamu. Too well at that. You knew that he’d be avoiding you now, avoiding you like the plague. He acted petty like that, just like his brother whom he refuses to admit is very similar to him in certain ways.
You knew he wouldn’t let you explain. But what really tore at your soul was that he didn’t even remember today was your anniversary. You had thought that maybe his lack of a “happy anniversary” message in the morning was a fluke, that he was just trying to hurry out the door to make it to school on time.
Now you knew he’d actually completely forgotten. Your throat felt so tight, your stomach hurt from guilt, but also betrayal.
Some part of you, some part of you knew this was going to happen. Or some form of this exact situation at least. You knew he felt inferior to his brother, and that it killed him inside. You’d tried your very hardest to make it so he knew you loved him and you always would choose him and no one else. But what could you do if he just wouldn’t believe your words, let alone believe in himself?
You, his s/o who he’s supposed to confide in, to trust in, to take your word over anyone else’s, didn’t trust your own words that you’d repeated so many times that you felt like a broken record.
He said he did understand and believe it, but he really didn’t. All those nods and silent “mhms” were all fake, he was never really listening. What occurred just moments ago that left you suffocating in pained silence was proof enough of that.
How many times did you have to fucking say it to him? Why were you the one that had to fix his insecurities? They were his insecurities, not yours. It’s self esteem, not your esteem. He was acting petty and jealous, and it was honestly starting to wear your patience thin.
Now that you were reflecting truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to you about anything other than his stresses at practice, or his brother. It was always something negative.. you hadn’t realized how bad it wore you down.
You were constantly dumped with negative emotions, and honestly, it could be called trauma dumping at this point. It was mentally exhausting. Having to reassure him every single day of something you tried so hard to get him to believe in.
But if he still wouldn’t trust your word, why were you wasting your energy and devotion on his irreversible immaturity? Why did you have to do all the work only to receive bad news all the time and be expected to make him feel better about himself? It was making you feel bad about yourself. It was taking a toll on you.
You were basically being the positive energy for two people when it was already exhausting enough to be your own supporter.
You let out a sigh of relief, exhaling tension you didn’t know you truly had. Your mind had decided it was time for you to move on, time for you to make him figure it out on his own. He was a 2nd year student for god's sake, he was damn well old enough to fix his own issues.
However with the exhale, you felt your eyes prick with tears of hurt and betrayal from his carelessness, from his complete lack of regard for your own feelings. He had forgotten your 2 year anniversary, it wasn’t like it was on leap year or something! It was an easy date to remember!
But you assumed that he was so self consumed that perhaps his mind thought it was meaningless to remember. That you and your words were not memorable enough, nor important enough to form a lasting memory.
He was everything to you, and you were everything to him too. So why was he like this? Why was he so insecure and petty? Why didn’t he believe in what you were telling him so adamantly?
He only believed his own thoughts, his word came first. You loved him so much, but it was getting more and increasingly difficult to keep loving him unconditionally. It was an uphill battle.
And you were miserably losing.
You had no chance against his own self being the enemy. You would come in second place no matter how hard you fought because there was no first place for you to take.
You knew he wasn’t the sweetest guy around. He just wasn’t a warm and fuzzy type of person. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care about you, of course he did. You were the only one he didn’t actively search for dirt to use as blackmail material later.
He wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person that’s for sure, but you loved him anyway. His fox-like eyes, his quiet and stoic demeanor, his tall stature, and his funny hobby of filming the twins fighting or bickering with each other to save for future references and laughs.
The team often wondered how he ended up making you, a kind, friendly, and sincere person, fall in love with him, the opposite of you. He thought about this as well, and sometimes felt guilty about the way he acted, how he was so detached and cold sometimes. Your love language being physical affection and touch combined with being Suna’s s/o was not a good synergy because he wasn’t the biggest fan of too much affection. Of course hugs, cuddles, kisses are all things he loves to give and receive. But in moderation. He got tired of it after too much.
However you did not. You could be pressed against him all day, in fact, holding his hand or being in contact every second you were with him sounded like the perfect scenario to you.
He never admitted it out loud, and didn’t plan to, but your hugs from behind his chair as he’s working on homework or studying were his favorite. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him from behind which allowed him to continue working on what was in front of him, but still allowing you to be near him, for your comforting presence be as close as possible.
Lately he’d gotten a lot of those, courtesy of the upcoming midterms. Now whenever you came over, he was always studying or working on schoolwork with his headphones on, his head leaning over and close to his desk as he worked countless hours and days, including nights. You were straying to get worried by the amount of empty energy drink cans that had accumulated on his desk, even on the top of his dresser. It was so bad that you could notice it while FaceTiming him. Not to mention the trash can underneath his desk was most likely full of them as well, just hidden from the view of the camera.
This was surely not good for him. At all.
Your mind was filled with concerned thoughts of him, worry swirling in your mind, distracting you from your own midterms that you had to study for as well. You suddenly had an idea during the peak of boredom during your math class.
You could go over to Suna’s after school, and buy you both some sort of bento box to eat. You knew Suna probably hadn’t eaten a real meal other than ice pops in days. He kept failing to realize that frozen fruity ice water in the shape of a flattened cylinder wasn’t exactly full of nutrients. Then you two could study together afterwards. Two minds working in tandem were better than two on their own. Or that’s what you thought at least.
Pulling out your phone discreetly, you texted Suna to let him know you were coming over, knowing that he probably would be on his phone right about now.
You: Hey I’m gonna come over today after school with some snacks and food, maybe we can study together?
….
Suna: yeah sure. I can’t text rn I gotta pay attention
You: oh my bad, I’ll see you after school
read at 3:32pm
You were a bit surprised that he was actively paying attention during class, especially since right about now he was most likely in AP world history. His tone even through text sounded stressed and a bit more harsh and cold than usual, but you knew he was anxious and worked up about the midterms which was absolutely valid and normal. But still, it lacked the usual hint of warmth that his texts usually had, regardless of his word choice.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of the clock, your gaze intently focused on each centimeter the second hand moved, slowly making its way around the entire circular clock on the wall, rotation after rotation. You swore the second hand moved backwards a couple times, as if time were quite literally reversing as you stared at the clock.
Your teacher’s lecture was essentially gibberish, your brain couldn’t focus on anything but the thought of going home to study and take care of your boyfriend who obviously needed the help. You were probably going to need help too from the looks of it, seeing as how you didn’t remember a single thing nor comprehend anything your teacher was saying.
RING RING
You practically fell out of your seat at the piercing ringing of the school dismissal bell. You sprung to your feet, as did everyone else, and as you were packing up your things, your teacher suddenly shouted something, his voice shouting over the commotion that had started from the bell’s relieving cry.
“Excuse me? The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do!”
Oh for god's sakes— you wanted to take the damn bell and smack his head with it for saying that. Everyone audibly groaned, sitting back down with a synced chorus of irritated and grumpy sighs.
“Ok the homework is just studying and reviewing the accumulated material for the midterm on Thursday. You’re dismissed.”
…Are you serious?
That was it?
That was what he made you all stay for?
Oh nah god give you strength to not clock this bald, old, bitter ass, Walmart bill nye in the face with your textbook. You thought about it, seriously debating whether or not it’d be worth it. But you walked past him, deciding it wasn’t worth your time. You took a deep breath in and out, exhaling the pain of that math class as you walked with a determined look in your eyes. You had a plan.
You’d hit the convenience store on the way to Suna’s house, buy some food for the two of you, and then go over to his house to help him actually eat a normal meal, maybe clean up a bit, and then study of course.
With a fast and brisk pace, you walked into the store with a singular goal in mind, quickly picking out a couple of bentos for the both of you. Exiting the store right after you walked in, your quick pace never wavered as you made your way towards your boyfriend’s house, the plastic bag full of the food and snacks in your left hand, your bag in your right, determination in your eyes, and compassion in your heart.
As you knocked on the door, you saw the familiar face of his mom who immediately smiled upon seeing and recognizing you.
“Ah y/n, I’m so glad you’re here actually. Rintaro just got home— he’s been so quiet lately. He’s been locked up in his room everyday after school and on the weekends.. I think he’s studying but I’m a bit worried that it’s too much. The boy won’t listen to me either about drinking all those energy drinks.. maybe you’ll have better luck?”
His mom looked at you with hopeful eyes, and you smiled, nodding and reassuring her you’d try your best to help. His mom thanked you with a grateful smile, nodding as you walked up the stairs, down the familiar hallway to your boyfriend’s room.
You thought about knocking first. Should you? He was your boyfriend.. Did you really need to knock? Well it was courteous to knock before entering anyone’s do—
And suddenly the door opened for you, revealing the tall figure of Suna in front of you. His narrow, fox-like eyes droopy, tired, and strained from staring at a laptop for too long, or reading in the dark. He had faint dark circles underneath his hazel green eyes, and his hands were a bit shaky, just barely noticeable, probably from the obscene amount of caffeine he’d consumed these past few days to stay up and study. You showed him the bag full of various snacks and food with a little smile before he stepped aside, opening the for further for you to come into his room.
Your eyes widened slightly, but you stayed silent as you took in the whirlwind of disarray that was your boyfriend’s room. It looked like hurricane Katrina had ravaged his room. Empty cans everywhere, wrappers from countless ice pops, pencil and eraser shavings, crumpled up pieces of paper, and dirty clothes. It didn’t smell wonderful, that's for sure.
You saw just how exhausted he looked, how stressed and anxious he was. He never usually studied this hard for school, in fact— you’d never really seen him studying much at all. Midterms plus the stress of the upcoming volleyball qualifying tournaments were probably weighing down on him more than he could handle. You looked at him with a worried and sorry look on your face as you watched him eat his bento in silence.
He did not utter a single word, not a hello, not a how are you, just nothing but the silence and the sounds of chewing. It was awkward for you to say the least. So you decided to break this uncomfortable silence, trying to bring up a more light hearted topic to hopefully bring some light to his dark room.
“So.. Anything new and funny happen with the twins?”
You knew he liked to leave the twins to fight and bicker without stopping them because it was fun to film their brawls. He could care less about them hurting each other by accident, it was entertaining to watch them fight. He didn’t respond, he simply kept chewing, his eyes lost in thought as they stared at the ground with nothing but a vacant empty iris with no color or hue. It was like all the color was sucked out of his eyes, and it was starting to take his skin too. He was getting paler as you sat and stared at him!
Maybe he didn’t hear you, so you repeated yourself a second time, not noticing how the moment you started speaking, his fists clenched and trembled as he gripped his pant legs.
“Rin?? Can you hear m—“
“God y/n can you shut the hell up please?!” He snapped, his fist slamming against the hardwood floor, making the house shake just slightly, making you jump in surprise and shock. Your eyes were wide, searching his gaze for a hint of guilt or remorse, maybe he was just stressed and overstimulated?
But his eyes were ice cold, filled with irritation and frustration, not a hint of remorse in them. Did.. did he really mean that?
Surely he didn’t.
No he didn’t, right?
…Right?
“S-sorry..” You couldn’t help but stutter a bit, taken aback by his sudden outburst. He continued eating in silence, you could practically feel his frustration and stress seething off of him like smoke. You purse your lips together, struggling to not release your tears.
You knew it wasn’t all that bad, but still, it hurt to hear him say that to you. You knew it wasn’t supposed to make you feel this horrible, but it did. No amount of convincing yourself it wasn’t that bad of a sentence would take away or lessen the pain it gave you.
About 39 minutes of dead silence followed, and you got up, taking all the empty cans and containers scattered across his room and sticking it all into a trash bag, tying it up and leaving it by his door for him to take out later. You decided that maybe it would be best to leave him alone, and grabbed your things, opening the door to leave, glancing back at your boyfriend who was studying, wearing his headphones. You wanted to say goodbye, you wanted to say you loved him and to not push itself too far. Most of all, you wanted to hear him say that he loved you. But judging from earlier, he probably wouldn’t even want to hear your voice at all.
“See you later Suna.” You muttered under your breath, closing the door behind you as you left. Did he even realize you were leaving? He didn’t even look up from his desk. He didn’t thank you for the food. He didn’t thank you for cleaning up. He didn’t thank you for trying to help him. Nothing you did was acknowledged. You went out of your way to help him, and it appeared that maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do.
You quietly walked down the steps, opening the front door and closing it behind you.
With your back against the wall, hidden from Suna’s family, that’s when you began to feel tears welling up in your eyes, falling down your cheeks as you hid your face in your sleeves. Why were you crying? Was the stress of the midterms catching up to you too? Or was it purely because of his outburst?
You didn’t know. Hell— you didn’t know anything did you? Obviously not it seemed.
a/n - idk why but I’m in a very angsty mood 😂 I’m sorry for hurting you guys I really am 😭😭😭
#inarizaki#inarizaki x reader#suna x reader#osamu x reader#atsumu x reader#suna rintarou#miya twins#miya atsumu#miya osamu#hq x reader#hq angst#haikyuu angst#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu#suna x y/n#suna rintaro x reader#osamu x y/n#haikyuu atsumu#suna angst#osamu angst#atsumu angst#haikyuu!!#hq suna#hq osamu#hq atsumu#atsumu x you#haikyuu osamu#suna rintarō#suna rintaro x y/n
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just saw the post abt having to explain to spencer the talking stage then an actual relationship and how he overhears her telling someone she doesnt hv a bf maybe a blurb/fic on that idea?
Spencer steals glances at you every morning while you make your coffee and chat with Emily. It's so apparent to everyone what he's doing that JJ and Morgan have taken to stealing things off his desk, seeing how much they can take before he notices.
One day, when you're walking back to your desk you make a comment that has his interest piqued even more. "No, I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. I'm enjoying being single."
Spencer's heart sinks at your words, his mind instantly conjuring images of your dates. Dates that should mean he's your boyfriend, right? So why are you telling everyone you're single?
His head is spinning with confusion, and it's turning to anger pretty quickly. Are you ashamed to be with him? Surely if you're enjoying being single, that means you're dating other people or that you're not even interested in him.
He can't believe it, his emotions swinging from anger to sadness. It's unbelievable and you're breaking his heart.
Before you're even sitting down, Spencer's getting up and rushing to the bathroom to calm his racing heart rate before he has to be sick.
Your conversation doesn't even remain in your mind while you continue your day. What feels odd is Spencer freezing you out. Usually, on boring paperwork days, Spencer will tell you fun facts or dumb science jokes just to break up the repetitive work and horrific nature of your files.
He doesn't. Not a single comment comes your way, not even when you ask very open-ended science questions, basically inviting him to ramble about his favorite topics. None of it entices him.
His sarcastic remarks come just after lunchtime with a snappy attitude that irritates you. You're worried about him, firstly. Something must be wrong in his personal life to have him like this, but you can't help feeling a little angry that it's all being directed at you.
You were just starting to really like him and now he's turned around and shown you who he really is just because you're arguably who he's closest with. He's quickly becoming not the type of person you want to be with.
When you're the last two people in the bullpen, you realize you can't let him stay there all night. No matter how annoying he is, you're his friend, first and foremost, and he's clearly going through something.
So you approach him. "Hey, do you want to get dinner?" You ask.
"Not with you," Spencer replies coldly and totally uncharacteristically.
That's your breaking point. "What's wrong? Seriously, you've been horrible to me all day and I can't think of anything I've done to offend you."
Spencer sighs and it's weirdly more regretful than angry. "I... do you remember what you said this morning?"
You frown, unsure of what exactly he's referencing. "No?" Then you quickly add, "But I want to make things right."
"You said you didn't have a boyfriend." He feels pathetic saying it. The idea that someone like you would never be interested had been slipping from his mind, but now that concern is at the front of his mind.
You're only more confused then. "I don't."
"I thought I..." His cheeks flame up with embarrassment and he puts on a front of nonchalance. "I thought I was your boyfriend, okay? That's it."
Oh.
You wish you could have given Emily a different answer that morning. You would have proudly told her that Spencer Reid is your boyfriend, but you couldn't.
"You never asked me." You say softly, shuffling awkwardly on your feet.
"Did I need to?" He wonders dumbly, and it's very obvious that he's just unaware.
You shrug, explaining your point of view. "I thought we were still at the talking stage."
"The what?" Spencer asks.
"Like when you're just talking and casually dating, trying to work out if you're friends or if there's a romantic connection." You describe.
He nods softly before his heart sinks again. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." You're easily the best thing that's been in his life for a long time, and now he's totally ruined it. If you didn't think he was too inexperienced before, you do now.
"You're not, not provably." You break the awkward silence and tension that's fallen over the room, making him chuckle a little. "And I like you, exclusively."
Spencer's frown is adorable but it's concerning large this time. "Really? Still?"
"Mm-hmm." You assure him. "As long as you promise to talk to me when something's wrong instead of icing me out."
He stands up quickly, nodding. "I swear and I'm really sorry." He promises you. "So would you like to go to dinner? As boyfriend and girlfriend?"
You try to suppress an inappropriately large grin. "I would."
Spencer doesn't hide his smile and he's awkwardly tripping over his bag and feet to meet you around his side of the desk. "Let's do it." He smiles softly at you, offering out his hand for you to hold.
You take it happily, walking to the elevator with him. "Let's do it, boyfriend."
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid blurb
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hii!!! if I may, could I request obanai with an s/o who is sweeter than sugar and extremely lovey? she often worries abt ppl and asks stuff like “have you eaten yet?” or “how’s your day been? are you tired?” mostly bc her parents/ppl on general didnt pay much attention to her and wants to make everyone feel appreciated ^_^
I haven’t had a solo Obanai request in so long and I’ve missed him so much, thank youuuuu~! Always keep Obanai requests coming
Iguro Obanai- Sugar Catches the Fly
When it comes to your and your extremely lovely nature. There is only three words to describe how Obanai feels about you; Obanai. Adores. You. He adores you so much, it hurts
You’re so affectionate, you’re so sweet, you’re so compassionate. You care for him all the time and ask how he is, he feels so special and gets flustered each time you express your hand of empathy. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he doesn’t want you to shine away from him
Obanai has grown to love you so quickly. You’re one of the very few people who truly cares for him and the fact you always want to make sure he is okay, he never wants to worry you and he realises he must care more for himself
You help him. You help him recognise his own self-preservation and he values you intently for that, his love for you grows as he feels motivation to care for himself. You give him love and support, he couldn’t believe somebody has changed him so much
Obanai can barely keep himself composed when you finally get the confidence to tell him your motivation behind your intense care. You never got that type of love throughout your life and he feels needed to give you that love himself so he can heal you like you healed him
Obanai is quite affectionate but he is also just as protective, he won’t let you shine your consideration on people or things that don’t deserve it! Such as demons or cruel people. He won’t let them hurt you and break your cute peaceful little world
Obanai will do anything you ask when you express your concern for him. “Have you eaten yet?” He is grabbing something to eat as to not worry you, your love motivates him to care for himself but he does forget to care for himself sometimes. Your consideration makes him remember
With how sweet and cute your voice is, Obanai just wants you to talk all the time as he silently listens with the most lovestruck look humanely possible. He is so in love with you that you could be standing still and staring at nothing and he’d still be having the time of his life
Protective hugs galore when anybody dares to say your short BF is nothing like you and the contrast doesn’t match. He doesn’t care if you’re sweeter than sugar and he is sourer than rotten lemons, he loves you and he can’t let you go!
“Oh? My love, how has my day been? It’s been… I suppose, decent. As decent as a Hashira can get, but what about you? Nobody has been bothering you, right? You know I’ll do anything to make you happy”
#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#anime and manga#kny imagines#headcanons#kny hashira#iguro obanai#obanai iguro#obanai iguro x reader#obanai x reader#demon slayer obanai#kny obanai#kimetsu obanai#kimetsu no yaiba obanai#obanai fluff#kny fluff#fluff imagines#welcome my iguro simps#demon slayer iguro#iguro x reader#kny iguro#kimetsu no yaiba iguro#i love him#obanai is my love#this man is the shit#he’s just perfect#obanai is such a bae
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re.: the weasleys + parenting
what's always bugged me most abt percy's fight with arthur (especially in the fandom, where everyone's like 'oh, he turned his back on harry and betrayed his family to side w the ministry) is that. that's hardly what the fight is about at all. the fight is about the fact that percy, an 18yo kid who just got promoted to his dream job instead of straight up losing any chance at ever being Minister (because they tried to scapegoat him into taking the blame for the crouch business even though he managed to keep the whole department running while his boss wasn't even there), comes home all excited to tell his parents that "Hey, he's not unemployed and bereft of any and all hope for his biggest dream", but rather that his skills and competence got recognized by The Most Important Man In The Government, and molly and arthur look him straight in the face and go—"no you didn't."
there is no mention whatsoever that they even try to be gentle about it, that they congratulate him first and then bring it up later like "just be careful around Fudge, he's always looking for people to get information from and you are the best of both worlds, close to the action and actually good at the job he hired you for", nothing of the sort. they straight up don't even consider how any of those factors might've weighed in Fudge's decision to hire him.
and, perhaps worst of all, they have no faith in Percy. he tells them "I'm working for the minister", and not only do they not spare a second to be happy for him over this frankly momentous achievement (or at the very least concern for the position it puts him in), they jump straight to conjectures and accusations. "you only got this because of Harry" has got to crush Percy, who was raised to believe that good things come to honest, hard-working people and who has been working for this since he was a small child. and it digs the knife deeper when you realize that most of his siblings have basically replaced him with Harry. Harry, who also plays Quidditch and also keeps throwing himself into death-defying dangers and overalls fits much better into the family dynamic than Percy ever has.
and there's just this. crystal clear implication that they do believe Percy would spy on them. he's so Different and Other and Un-Weasley/Gryffindor-like and they've alienated themselves from him so absolutely that they can't see any reasons he wouldn't willingly and consciously jeopardize his parents' livelihood and Harry & his siblings safety just to stay in the Minister's good graces, when if anyone's actually at risk of losing their job for siding with Dumbledore is his father, who's still working there quite merrily and continues to so for a long time afterwards.
Percy, who runs into a freezing lake mid-February while attending an international event as Crouch's replacement to make sure Ron is alright, who pesters Ginny to eat and have a pepper-up potion most of her first year bc she doesnt look well, who tails Harry and Ron a lot of their second and third years bc there's something petrifying kids and then Dementors on the grounds and a mass murderer on the loose and they all just think he's being willfully bothersome like no you idiots he's worried.
of course he left. of course he left. what did he have to gain by staying at the Burrow, beyond fresh home cooked meals harassment and disagreements? why wouldn't he leave?
sorry I have a lot of feelings about this.
No need to apologize, this is brilliantly written!
I don't even feel like I need to add anything as you summed up the Percy situation perfectly.
But I can't help myself because I love discussing the Weasley family dynamics, so it's a bit more rumbley than my usual...
Percy cares so much for his family. When Voldemort is revealed and the war actually starts, he puts all his disagreements with his parents aside to come and help and make sure they're okay, because he cares. And still, he is being shunned and treated like an outsider.
Arthur and Molly Weasley are just really good at alienating their kids because it isn't just Percy.
Somehow all of them succeded in feeling like outsiders in a family of 9. Bill shows frustration with his parents and only returns to Britain because of the war, Charlie's in Romania for most of the series. Fred and George run away the moment they can and are treated like trouble by their parents most of the time (Molly and Arthur assume they are selling stolen goods from Mundungus when they hear they have money, not that they, idk, somehow earned it), Ron has a whole complex of low self-esteem and a tendency to blame himself for everything. Ginny is isolated from her brothers as the only girl and youngest...
And Percy cares and tries to be the best and most responsible sibling and gets scorned in turn.
Harry and Ron do acknowledge Arthur's and Molly's accusation towards Percy was awful and that he was right to respond negatively in OOTP. Ron is just sensitive about their family's financial state which soured Percy to him after Percy blew up at their dad (rightfully so, honestly, I'd say way worse to Arthur if it was me).
The thing is, Percy also gets scorned by his siblings, not just his parents (like Fred and George do). He gets grief for trying to be responsible and for wanting his siblings to do well in school and not get in trouble, Fred and George lock him in a pyramid...
That being said, do I think Percy is perfect? No, he is pretentious and overbearing at times, but he is a child in a large family who tries to find a place to fit himself in. According to child psychology, usually when it comes to siblings, the eldest would usually (at least in childhood) try to be everything the parents want (Bill), and then each next sibling will carve a different niche for themselves, and we see this with the Weasleys. I think the twins being born right after Percy and demanding a lot of attention from their parents from a young age as they were little troublemakers from the start is a big reason why Percy chose the niche of being bookish, ambitious, and responsible for himself. To contrast himself with them and his older brothers and get some attention from their parents.
I'm not a fan of the epilog (like everyone), but I find it hard to imagine Percy being close to his family post-books. I think he never fully got over the sting of not being seen as skilled and competent and that his parents believed he'd turn on them all without a second thought. Nor do I think he should just get over it.
Like, I'm really salty that Percy was the only one to apologize:
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. “I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a—a—” “Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred. Percy swallowed. “Yes, I was!” “Well, you can’t say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy. Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father. “I’m sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
(Deathly Hollows, pages 512-513)
Like, yes, it's great he was smart enough to realize the ministry is corrupt, but this demand only for him to apologize when Molly and Arthur Weasley were just as much in the wrong. Fred and George weren't beacons of sainthood here either. But none of them have apologies demanded of them. None of them are demanded to confess they are "morons". Just Percy.
Who even after his apology is still an outsider. Probably always will be one.
You said it best: "Why wouldn't he leave?"
And that's what we see him do (if temporarily).
#harry potter#harry potter thoughts#harry potter theory#hp theory#wizarding world#percy weasley#the weasleys#arthur weasley#molly weasley#asks#anon ask
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the small... the itty bitty.. the sad sniffles..
(hi guys!! needed a break to deal with something, but hopefully I can actually try a schedule for posting stuff soon :3 )
uhh I got designs + barely cohesive context right below:
I love these SILLIES!!! don't mind how empty Winnie's page is, I didn't know what to do
decided that giving them school uniforms to match the surrounding this took place in was a ok decision so I did that!!
also here's the rlly confusing context I made in the middle of the night whilst accidentally pulling an all nighter at the same time:
(I have 0 experience in writing anything in general, I was spouting whatever made sense in my head so if you think this is ooc for them, it probably and most likely is lmaoo. sorry in advance to everyone who was curious ehough to read whatever... this is considered..)
anyways, prologue takes place in an elementary school where Winnie just finished his day at school, it didn't go that well but y'know, there's 10 more things to worry Abt then that. He gets to the bus stop, knowing well he was gonna have to stay there for awhile and planned on making himself comfortable. Upon arriving, he hears sad sniffles from across the seats and boom, sad lil meow meow auggie appears!! Very concerned Winnie approaches the kid, proceeds to get a very hot headed response from him as auggie pushes him away (he isn't having any of it today + he was kinda a punk when he was little like damn!!!) Winnie clearly sees that the dude needs ATLEAST *some* company so he just, sits by him awkwardly. Augustine over here doesn't have a clue why he's still not going away but accepts it nonetheless, albeit in a very tsun tsun way I guess. Winnie takes this as a small talk starter and tries to engage with him, to no avail as auggie seems to have a very reserved manner when alone. After a few minutes of trying, he decides to just be straightforward and ask him what's up, to which Augustine replies with a 'none of your business, why do you want to know?' type of response. He just tells him that moping around wasn't gonna do him any good and since they both seem to be going home late anyway, might as well kill time. (on second thought, they sound very adult for 7-12 yr olds, what. I will come back to reread this dw) Augustine now knows Winnie doesn't mean any harm and decides why not, got nothing else to do. He proceeds to tell him regarding how others seem to only want to be around him whenever he acts a certain way (ie, very bubbly, friendly, etc) and thinks about whether or not people actually do like him for himself. It also makes him feel like if people actually knew how he was, not many would stay (like a 'yeah I want people to stay, but I want them to stay for who I actually am' type thing). Winnie tells him that he should be himself, regardless of what anybody else thinks otherwise. Additionally, Winnie thinks that if nobody's willing to stay after seeing the truth, it's their loss honestly, he thinks Augustine should care about people who would actually be there for him, not for who he's trying to be. Augustine is somewhat stunned by this, asking if he's been through this before, to which Winnie remarks with a similar situation happening back in his previous school (Winnie's friends didn't stay in touch and never contacted him ever since he moved). They pretty much notice atp how similar they were and decided to spend to the entire time waiting just chatting, turns out they got along very well (cue scenes of them yelling at each other playing games, cat scratching as they yell something dumb at the other while simultaneously talking about how cute the cats walking around were). Time passes and bam! Winnie's mom finally comes over to pick them up!!
"Hey! I know that lady! She's my mom's neighbour! :O"
"Oh, it's my mom-- How do you know my mom???"
"Uh, duh!! >:/ I just said that she's my mom's neighbour--- she's your mom!?!?"
(Cue them getting inside the car and getting bits about how Augustine and his mom met. Apparently, he and his mom visited to send off some gifts for her, when in actuality, it was to send off some medicine for Winnie, who was sick during this time. Of course they got some gifts but the medicine was important. And the gifts were too.)
As they got closer towards their houses, Winnie was planning to just go back inside the house immediately since he's got no plans going on and assumes that was it. Augustine thinks otherwise, so when they both got out of the car, he immediately blurts out his name and introduces himself. Winnie, realizing this entire time they haven't even said their names towards each other, also introduces himself in response.
They both seem to connect easily and since no one else was willing to, they will instead. With a promise to stay by each other's side no matter what, they both spent their entire childhood together. They were practically two peas in a pod, nobody ever saw them apart, even if they were in a group of people. They stood out by a lot since then, the very loud and obnoxious kid was hanging around with someone who could chill him out in an instant. The two were inseparable
#cold front swap au#swap au#cold front#augustine orlov#winnie bosko#again im so sorry to whoever reads the context it is actually kinda bad#not sure why i decided to do rhat homestly but oh well its out in the world now for people to look at#yippee for me
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haiiii!!! so ur recent post abt how hsr characters would take it if u didnt log in for a while got me kind of thinking,,,, me personally i always log in at the most ungodly hours. 2 in the morning farming planar ornaments for jing yuan....,, i have never played hsr at a regular time. this is not a flex this is a cry for help. what do you think abt hsr characters having to rise and grind at hours that no man should be awake at ? :3 every single day ? :3
late-night game sessions
dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, jing yuan x gn!reader
summary: you have a habit of grinding and farming and just being online at the most ungodly hours of the night. how do they react?
cw: fluff, humor, self-aware au
enyo's note: okay i absolutely loved this idea. also it's such a mood? i used to log in at the strangest hours in genshin hehe. with honkai i try to keep it normal but it was still so funny to imagine their reactions ^^ i might do a part two with the girlies !
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dan heng
it's been a few months since you started playing honkai star rail and nothing has changed about your habit of logging in late at night – or early in the morning. yet, dan heng has a hard time getting used to it. every time you awake him at four o'clock he gazes at you, dazed and confused, before he realizes it's that time again. "y/n, this isn't healthy for you," he mumbles every time, but he still gets up and accompanies you with no further complaints. give him a few minutes to adjust and he will be the sharp warrior he is by daylight! but as soon as you're done and log out, he'll pass out too lol.
gepard landau
he's definitely the most concerned out of everyone. and the most sleepy, too. he has a hard time waking up, and as soon as his eyes are open, they gaze at you with worry. "y/n, you should be asleep, don't you know what time it is?" he asks groggily, but he gets up regardless and readies himself to go out with you. i sincerely hope you're not at full 180 trailblaze power because this guy struggles to stay awake and provide shields, but he tries so so so hard for you and it's adorable. and he manages, just barely so, as he's super sleepy. please promise him that you'll go to sleep when you log out, or else he will remain worried.
blade
he might not show it, but you habit of skipping sleep and logging in at night to farm planar ornaments kinda worries him. he himself might not need much sleep so he isn't too bothered by having to work with you late at night, but he clearly sees the darkening bags under your eyes as you lead him through the simulated universe. but again, he doesn't really show it and silently does what you ask him to do. only when you're finished farming and are about to log out for the night, he makes you look at him. "go to sleep now, okay?" he sternly demands, but his eyes are softer than usual.
sampo koski
out of everyone, he would be the least bothered. he's practically nocturnal himself so it's not much out of the ordinary for him if you log in at three in the morning and ask him to join you on another farming trip to grind for relics and ascension materials. okay, maybe he slightly realizes that the two of you should be asleep but does he care? not really. he doesn't complain, is happy to spend time with you, and does everything you ask him to without spilling as much as a yawn or complaint. if any, he enjoys your nightly adventures!
jing yuan
well, this is an interesting combination. a sleepy general and a nocturnal being who asks him to grind at night, meaning jing yuan has to skip on his precious sleep. don't get me wrong, he doesn't complain and accompanies you without hesitation, but he isn't a night owl and it shows. he's waaay more quiet and not as smooth, yawns a lot and is pretty droswy in general. he's still a skilled warrior who clears the caverns of corrosion with ease but you can tell he is a tad bit out of it. please let him rest as soon as you're out of trailblaze power lol.
#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai#dan heng#dan heng x reader#gepard#gepard landau#gepard x reader#gepard landau x reader#blade#blade x reader#sampo#sampo koski#sampo x reader#sampo koski x reader#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#honkai imagines#honkai headcanons#hsr headcanons#hsr imagines#— enyo writes
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Scandalous [Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas] (Helluva Boss) pt. 9 - If I Had a Nickel
pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus
Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.
If Blitzø had a nickel for every ex of one his friends’ he’d fucked he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?
Word count: 6,117
Warnings: since it’s something concubi need to survive, having sex with humans for that need is not considered cheating between them in of itself. doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel shitty. you’ll get this when you get to it. this takes place during spring broken but I’ve already said do not take the shows timeline as entirely the same as my own lol. Spring broken will have happened after Exes and Ohhs but Exes and Ohhs will have happened before Ozzie’s in this fic. Kind of sexual/physical assault of Moxxie (same that happens in the episode, nothing graphic or anything), pretty tense chapter, Verosika is very much a bitch here but don’t worry abt it.
If you were to say so yourself, things have been pretty okay the past few weeks, which is a great freaking accomplishment, especially with Spring Break coming up.
Apart from being emotionally hard, considering the... well, the memories tied to it, Spring Break just makes you anxious, more than ever now that you actually had access to the human world during it with Stolas’ Grimoire.
… Which is the exact concern Ozzie expressed during the last sleepover you had at his place the previous week.
But you got this under control.
Of course, you'd still be careful, planning on staying in the office more often until you could find yourself less nervous about going up, and you made sure to tell him that.
Besides, there's plenty things more fun and more important for you to think of. You've been hanging out with Blitzø a lot these days, and you were actually having fun with the ‘trade’ with Stolas that you were now an official part of. You and Milllie managed to keep the weekly sleepover nights pretty consistent, Loona hasn't been in such a terrible mood lately and, therefore, Moxxie has been significantly calmer, too. You'd even managed to be sooo brave and keep yourself calm enough to make small talk with Fizz when Ozzie left the two of you alone for a few minutes in one your nights over at their place. Hey, maybe next week you can ask him a question, even!
Not much, admittedly, but progress nonetheless. Befriending your best friend's boyfriend is a little nerve-wrecking, especially when he’s so wary of the fact that you’re the only demon in hell with the power to confirm the rumors about them are real and have shit hit the fan for them.
You even- wait.
You recognize the song the very second it starts playing, taking you out of your thoughts and glancing at Blitzø as he turns the volume all the way up.
“You were the spicy little demon with the bleach blonde hair-“ you sing along with the car radio, holding an imaginary microphone to yourself before holding it to Blitzø.
“F-fiending for some- uhh- yeah, when I caught your stare!” Blitzø tries to sing along into it as he drives and you laugh at his attempt to sing the lyrics, already knowing he'd get most of them somewhat wrong, before leaning towards him so you can both sing into the imaginary mic together.
“Thought it might be love- but what?”
“But you went too far! Fucked all my friends and-“ Blitzø’s eyes widen so much they might as well fall off their sockets. “Holy shit-“ He steers the wheel so violently everyone thrashes around in the car, everyone in the backseat falling over each other and pushes the brakes forcefully, making the car come to a stop abruptly and he immediately proceeds to shove his head through the open window to yell at whoever it was that, as you could see now, had parked in his designated parking space. “Oh, you suck for life, do ya?”
He even goes through the trouble of fumbling to grab a megaphone he apparently kept in the glove compartment for... situations like this? Well, something like that. He continues yelling out insults until the sight of who comes out of the car makes him stop speaking completely.
It’s a hard task making Blitzø shut his mouth, you gotta give her that.
“Oh, shit. Verosika.” You state out loud, but it's more to yourself than anything. What's weird is that Blitzø says the exact same thing, the exact same time.
"Oh, shit. Verosika?” He asks, and you figure it's more to himself than anything as well. He turns to face you for a moment, blinking a few times before speaking. “You know her?”
“Uhhh…. “ So much for things being good lately. You want to stall as much as you can, you want to vanish from where you were, you want the floor to swallow you whole never to be seen again. The most you can do about all of that is trying to sink down on your seat so she doesn't see you, but it’s no use, really. She pops her bubblegum and grins at you. She already has.
“Blitzo.”
“I should have known you’d be here. I could smell fish from miles, which is odd, because I believe the nearest ocean is-” he pushes himself so far out the window he ends up falling face-first to the floor, but gets up as quick as he can just so he can finish his insult. “Three rings down!”
“And I should’ve known you’d be here when I heard the amber alerts.”
“Oh, yeah? I’m surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab.” She was in rehab? Again? “I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching onto that beelzejuice bottle like its the last cock in hell!”
“They let me out because I’m still famous. And rehab is for sad, loser washups. So… your sister says hi. You wanna come out now, y/n? I'm sure you're familiar with the subject."
You sigh, deciding it’s better to confront her right now than to let her say too much, and so you get out of the car, walking towards where her and Blitzø stood. “Hi.”
“Hi? That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“For starters, what the fuck is going on, maybe?”
“What do you mean?”
“Getting with my fucking ex? Now that’s low even for you.”
“Your ex? Who's your ex?”
“Oh so you didn't know I dated him, that’s totally not why you’re here with him right now. Right.”
“You dated her?”
“Yeah, we dated for a while,” Blitzø shrugs. Oh, no.
“Yeah, until he ran off leaving me to pay for the hotel room, stole my car and-” Blitzø joins in, finishing word for word what she had to say, like he'd heard the speech a million times before. You don't doubt he has. “-ran three rings to wrath and max my credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons!”
“Goddamit, whore, you will not let that go!”
“You… did that?”
“What, you gonna crucify me for it? How the fuck do you even know each other? Were you friends or something?"
“I- uh-”
“We dated too. Unfortunately.” Verosika spits out.
Blitzø turns to face you. “Wait what? You dated my ex?”
“Well I definitely dated her first. That tattoo was not there,” you point at the tattooed heart with Blitzø’s name crossed out inside of it, and Verosika instantly covers it with her coat.
“That’s true. Until… well, I’ll let the slut tell you what she did,” she tells Blitzø before smiling at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building, and they wanted to have me come in this week to lead their team during Spring Break. Hey, maybe you wanna come too? Oh, wait, I forgot you’re on the big guy’s watchlist. Maybe he can give you a pemission slip?"
You avoid her gaze, feeling smaller than ever at the dig. She laughs at your reaction.
Blitzø interferes. “Well I don't know what that fucking means. But you said a week? No, no, you are not parking here for a fucking week.”
“Aw, you mad, Blitzø? Choke on a sandpaper cock.” She walks away flipping him off, and he chases after her.
You stay right where you are.
Blitzø follows suit behind her and threatens to call HR lest she parks somewhere else, which understandably sends all three of them into a laughing fit at the ridiculousness of the thought. Verosika snaps her fingers signaling to whoever her guard hound she’s parading around is to go, both exiting the parking lot.
As soon as they're gone, Loona barges out of the van. “You guys know Verosika Mayday?”
“Oh, yeah, her, yeah, we dated.”
“Yeah. Same.”
“Wait. You both dated Verosika Mayday?”
"Apparently."
“Ha! Now that’s karma.”
“Shut up, Moxxie,” Blitzø tells him.
“Was it before or after she became a popstar?” Millie asks.
“Sir. You dated a popstar?”
“Okay, why are you all acting like thats such a shock? Where's all that negative energy for y/n?”
“Hello? It’s Verosika Mayday.” Loona says, in a tone that's meant to shove it in his face that what they're trying to say is obvious.
“It’s… you.” Millie adds.
“I just- I mean, y/n is understandable. But you? Was she suffering some form of brain damage?”
“Okay, look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be. I don't pry into your stupid personal lives.”
A chorus of different ways to tell him he does, all the time, erupts from the three, you even joining in with a “dude, yeah you do.”
“What was sex with her like?” Millie asks you, and you feel like you’re going to short-circuit. This is not something you want to get into right now.
“Millie!” Moxxie exclaims before you can even say anything in return.
“What? She’s a popstar! You'd wanna know what sex with Michael Crawford was like.”
Moxxie opens his mouth to dispute her but stops himself. “Touché.”
“So, tell me later?” Millie asks you.
“Just drop it!" Blitzø exclaims. "Millie, find a temporary spot for that truck, okay?” He throws the keys to her. “Looney, Moxxie, Y/n, let’s go handle this shit.”
You take the elevator, and Loona begins to nervously pull on her hair. “Do you think they saw me? Fuck, I did my makeup shitty today.”
“Oh, you look perfect, Looney! Like alwaysss” Blitzø tells her, and she rolls her eyes.
“Shut up da- Blitz.” She shoves him away.
“You look great, Loons. Not coming from your dad.”
“Ugh, don’t say ‘dad’,” Loona complains, storming off, presumably to the office, but bumps into the hellhound Verosika had been with in the parking lot, who you assume is her bodyguard.
Loona stutters as she tries to apologize for bumping into him, clearly flustered, and hey, you get why.
Blitzø notices it too, though, and immediately goes into protective dad mode, throwing himself between the two. “Aww, big man, where’s yout bitch bag of an employer?”
The bodyguard doesn’t seem amused by Blitzø’s try at being intimidating, a bored-as-ever look on his face. “She’s in her office. There wasn’t room on the second floor, so they rented one here on this one,” he explained, pointing at the door….
The door right across from the I.M.P. office.
Great. Awesome. Fucking fantastic.
“Oh, come on!” Blitzø exclaims, frustrated as well.
The guy laughs and shrugs before walking out. “Sorry, man.”
“Oh, no, you don’t, bitch,” Blitzø mumbles under his breath, eyes trained on Verosika’s door.
Moxxie chimes in. “Sir! How about you let me go in and try to reason with her? You two clearly have a history with her, but I’ll be immune to her insults! I don’t really listen to what’s classified as ‘pop genre’ music, so her status to me is-”
“Moxxie, shut the fuck up and go,” Blitzø interrups, and Moxxie goes on his way, entering the office. Through the blurred glass wall, you could make out the silhouette of Verosika and two other concubi.
From outside, it’s still possible to hear what he says to her, and it is pitiful. “Hello Ms…. Verosika, was it? I work for IMP and it is actually rather important for us to retain the singular parking space we were assigned, because-”
One of the concubi interrupts him, and you swear you find the voice familiar. “Aw, look at the little one! He’s got a little bowtie!”
“Please don’t condescend me, ma’am. I’m-”
An incubus pops out of nowhere, offering to do something you can’t quite make out to him.
“A… kind offer, but… I’m married.”
Verosika leans down to Moxxie’s level. “Hey, why don’t you send a little message from me back to your limp-dick boss and his new girlfriend?”
Oh fuck, oh fuck-
They’re on him in a second, the true forms showing through the blurred glass as silhouettes..
“Shit, Moxxie!”
“Moxxie, don’t let her access any of your holes!” Blitzø yells at him.
“We should go inside!” You tell him, but it’s a mere second before Moxxie’s thrown out the door. You help him get up, and you can’t help but worry if he’s okay. “Mox?”
“I- I gotta go lie down, now,” he tells you, walking into the I.M.P. office.
For a second, Blitzø looks worried about him too. And then that’s replaced with anger. “Oh, this won’t stand!” He screams, kicking open the door to Verosika’s new office and promptly yelling at her. “Alright, cunt, that’s it! If you’re gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a fucking…challenge! Fuck, I said that twice.”
“Is this imp boy starting a demon duel?” Fuck. It’s Izabeth. That’s why the voice was familiar. You remember being her friend too. Now she glanced at you as you stood by the door like you were nothing.
All of them did.
“I think he is!” Verosika replies, seemingly excited. “What’s the game, then, Blitzo?” Of course she insisted in calling him that, too.
“Every year you STD spreaders go up topside for easy picking while Spring Break is a prime time for crime of all kind.” You know he says it to hurt her, but his words hurt you too. Does he think that about you, too? Is that how he sees you? Is that how they all see you? There’s not much time to dwell on that just then. He keeps on. “So I bet you succu-bitches can’t fuck as many people as we can off by the end of the day.”
They all laugh at him, and, yeah, you would too if you were in their place, probably.
When Blitzø doesnt back down, she leans down to be at face-level with him. “Oh, you’re serious? Well, then we’re gonna talk rules.”
“Rules? You fuck and we kill why would we need rules?”
“Her.” She points at you with a gloved claw, and your eyes widen. “She can’t seduce anyone to lure them to be killed.”
“What? That’s bullshit!”
“Hey, I’m only making things fair! Seducing the humans is our thing. And you wouldn’t believe how good she is at that. There would be none left for us, would there?” she grins.
“Oh fuck you, Verosika,” you say, tired of the witty remarks about the past you so desperately wanted to bury.
“Bet you still would if I let you.” She leans down to face Blitzø once again. “Fair?”
“Okay. We don’t need that anyway.”
“Alright then. Game on, bitch.”
[. . .]
Blitzø manages a whole two seconds of silence as you walk to the office before he just has to say something. “So. Ya wanna tell me what that whole thing was about?”
“What do you mean?”
“The way she was acting super shady and talking shit about you? She said she’d let you explain what you did to her and that’s saying something cause when it comes to me? Oh she looooves talking about what I did to her.”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Huh. I’ll get it out of you somehow. But. Apparently you were like some sort of human seducing machine is what I hear? Why do we take so little advantage of that?”
“Cause we don’t need to. I’m an assassin now. I kill. I don’t need to seduce anyone to do that.”
“Okay! Okay, geez. Whatever. But don’t think I forgot whatever that was about you being on some “big guy’s watchlist”.”
You wish he would.
The two of you are the last ones to enter the meeting room, and you take a seat next to Loona as Blitzø stands in front of the big white board with stupid shit drawn all over it.
“Alright, shut your assholes! Here’s how we’re gonna do this shit.” He pulls out a drawing of yourselves, seemingly out of nowhere, and points to it as if it explained everything, when in reality it was pretty much indecipherable. “First, we find a fuck ton of clients. We portal up. We have our fun murder time as per usual. We pile all the bodies into a big fucking canoe. We push said canoe into some water. We light it on fire to attract the sharks and eagles and maybe a goose too, fuck it. They come and eat the bodies, we win the bet, we rub it in that sloppy bitch’s drunken whore-ass face, do you have any questions?”
“A canoe?” You ask.
“Why do we have to light them on fire?” Millie follows.
“Uh, yeah, why was that nonsense?”
“That one wasn’t a question.”
“That wasn’t a plan.”
“I’m sorry, that was a flawless presentation of what we should do, Mox, it’s not my fault you got a smooth little brain upstairs.”
“A what, now?”
“I’m calling you slow, Moxxie. God, why don’t you learn to take criticism, you talentless baby fucked troll?”
Moxxie climbs up to stand on the table, fuming. “Why don’t you take an art class?”
“Why don’t you see how expensive they are?” Blitzø yells back, pulling on the collar of Moxxie’s dress shirt.
“Hey, is there a way I can come with you guys this time?” Loona questions, nonchalant, interrupting whatever it was that was happening between the two and making everyone turn to look at her.
“Absolutely not, I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie, Spring Break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of freaks up there who drool all over you!”
“Just let the girl go, Blitzø,” you tell him, and he gives you a dirty look.
“Yeah, Blitz! I can blend in with humans easy enough. Just let me tag along!”
“Wait. Say that again.”
“I can… blend in with humans?”
“Do you have a human disguise?” Millie asks her, and you stop to think of it too. Since when has that been going on? Everyone’s seen yours plenty enough, even though you didn’t use it every single time you went up. How did you somehow miss the fact that Loona had a disguise of her own?
“Yeah, don’t all of you? I’ve seen y/n’s.”
The three share looks between each other, similar looks of deer caught in headlights.
“Wait. Are you the only one who has one?” Loona asks you.
“Well, yeah.”
“The three dickheads have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time without human disguises? And you’ve been letting them?”
“Hey how’s that my fault? Not like I can conjure disguises for them.”
“Hey now, we have to focus here! New plan. Y/n’s not allowed to use her human disguise cause apparently she’s this huge human awe-ing machine or something. But they didn’t say we couldn’t use Looney’s. Looney, you can help lure the humans to us and we’ll take care of the rest. Real simple, yeah?”
“Wait what’s that about a human aweing machine?” Moxxie questions.
“Unimportant,” you reply.
“How about the new plan, then?” Blitzø asks.
“Flawless logic,” Millie says.
“I think you’re missing the biggest issue, sir. Isn’t it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet? We aren’t just going up to massacre!”
Moxxie has a point. But, surprisingly, it seems Blitzø has thought of that already.
“I got that covered.”
Blitzø takes out a blank piece of paper, scribbling away on it with the markers you bought him for his birthday a few months prior. After finishing whatever it was he was doing with it, he takes you all outside, revealing the handmade flyer as he glued it to a lamppost just outside the building.
Spring break
Victim
50% off!!
It even had a drawing of his very happy doodle-self beside a decapitated person and, naturally, various horse drawings scattered around the page that had nothing to do with anything. As charming as it was, there was really no way this single tiny flyer could attract anyone, let alone enough clients to have you win the bet with Verosika.
“Now, we wait.”
Moxxie voices thoughts similar to yours. “Sir, there is no way we are going to get enough clients by the end of the day with one poorly spelled, bad-grammar flyer!”
It takes less than a single minute for the street to be packed with people waiting in line in front of it.
Blitzø opens a cocky grin, laughing at Moxxie and elbowing his side before walking up to the first few people in line. “Now, who’s first?”
Okay, maybe he had this under control, after all. Huh.
[. . .]
Satan, Spring Break was… the exact same.
It was the absolute same as it ever had been, down to the thick, thick scent of hormones, sweat and bodily fluids mixed with sunscreen and a hint of weed, up to the obnoxiously loud music and even more obnoxiously loud people.
As annoying as it was to think of it now,, Spring Break did serve you a great deal in the past. Easiest, quickest way to human sex you’d ever encountered. The weeks of Spring Break could be enough to saciate a concubus’ need to go up for a long time if you were smart about it.
They were supposed to be enough, at least.
It’s been quite a few years since you’ve been up on Earth during this time of the year. Ozzie would not be pleased to hear about it, and he’d probably still go on and on about how irresponsible and careless you were being, but if you could get through this, and you truly felt you could, then maybe you could make him proud, too. Happy for you, even.
Well. Nothing like a little murder to get your mind off of things these past couple years. What’s some more?
“Now, remember, we can’t be seen, alright? And loose shots will likely cause a panic, so Loona can help with leading targets to a better spot to off ‘em. You got thhe, Looney?”
Loona takes a sniff at the piece of paper before nodding, standing up to change into her human disguise. Blitzø beams at her appearance.
“Oh, Looney, look at you, you look downright awful! I am so proud. Now fetch!” He points to the packed beach, and she does as said.
Luring the humans was going rather easily with Loona’s help. Blitzø wasn’t wrong, they were all over her. All it took was a look and a ‘come here’ motion, and she could take them wherever she needed: dark alleys where Blitzø could blow their heads off with a gun as she leaned back and watched, by the bridge where Millie could push them to their death and Moxxie could take care of the body, by some hidden corner where you could behead them… yeah, things were going pretty okay, and you had nine kills in no time.
Blitzø was just bragging about it to no one in particular when her voice came on.
“Alright, Spring Breakers! Y’all ready to get fucked up and make som ebitching bad choices?” Verosika announces from up on the stage, where she stood in her human disguise while huge pink-colored screens read ‘fuck you blitzo’ on them in block letters all around her.
“Fuck, she’s gonna sing. We’re not gona stand a chance,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.
And that’s exactly what she does. “This is your final boarding call. All aboard.”
Pack your bags
Sun’s out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to bonetown
V-time, free time, baby, relax
Self-care, no hair, brazilian wax
Hornt-up, succu-bus to the beach
Catch some rays while catching some D
It takes less than a whole minute for all the concubi she’d come up to earth with to find themselves busy with one, two or more humans each. Which makes up more than the total kills up until now.
“Goddamnit, that bitch started her goadish mating call! Now she’s gonna win all these sex maniacs, we gotta pick things up, guys.”
You nod in agreement, motioning to a guy throwing up beside you. “How about him?”
“Is he on the list, Looney?” Blitzø asks, but she’s… distracted. Of course, it’s pretty clear what’s going on.
“Yeah. Yeah I think so,” she replies, and it doesn’t reassure you at all, not when her whole undivided attention is trained on the Vortex guy who you have to admit looks pretty hot in his human disguise. And hey, he looked human but he wasn’t human, so you wonder if it would- no. Fuck, no. You’re not here for anything other than killing the targets in the list.
Loona’s reply seems enough for Blitzø, who grabs an axe from who-the-fuck-knows-where and quite literally slices the man in half after getting asked if he’s a leprechaun. “Alright, Looney, c’mon, who’s next? Looney? Loon- Looney? Where’s my baby?”
Blitzø immediately panics as he can’t find her where she just was a second ago, and you grab him by the shoulders to turn him in her direction as she walks up to talk to Vortex, making to take care of disposing of the leprechaun guy’s corpse with Millie’s help as Blitzø just stares for a moment before following her.
Pack your bags
Sun’s out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to bonetown
Verosika takes a swig out of a flask before yelling out “now, who wants a piece of this?” and throwing it to the audience. The liquid ends up spilled into many people’s drinks as it flies through the air before landing on the ocean water, and it takes about three seconds for your suspicions about what was in the flask to be proven right as you notice the way people are acting now- that sure as shit wasn’t just alcohol..
You and Millie find Moxxie after you’re done, and he’s watching Blitzø pathetically try to cockblock Loona. He sighs. “Aaaan, we’ve lost him. It’s looking like it’s up to us to handle this list. You wanna make sure he doesn’t blow our cover?” He asks you, and you sigh in annoyance.
“Not like I get to want anything.” You stand up regardless, making your way to where the three stood while Millie and Moxxie began their speed-run (speed-kill?) of the target list.
“What, I can’t have a break?” Is the first thing you hear from the conversation, coming from Loona.
You immediately interrupt, scolding Blitzø. “Blitz you need to get the fuck out of here you’re gonna get us into shit!”
“That’s exactly what I just said!” Loona tells you.
“That is exactly what she just said, actually,” Vortex comments and you ignore it.
“A break? We have a parking spot on the line!” Blitzø yells back, and you know he’s actually being protective of her but pretending it’s about something else.
Vortex decides to tell him off too. “Hey, dude, why dont you chill out?”
“Why don’t you stay out of it? ‘Kay? This is our business.” He holds up another one of his doodles with his tail for a second. “Literally.”
Loona growls in frustration at him. “Fuck, Blitz! Why can’t you stay out of my face for, like, five minutes?”
“Because I adopted you! And that should mean something!” He turns his back to her, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“Oh, what does it matter? You’re not my real dad. I was almost eighteen!”
“It still counts!”
“Well, it shouldn’t!”
“Loon-” you try to stop her. You know her well enough to know she’ll feel bad for saying whatever she’s saying right now, but it’s no use.
“No! I didn’t need him then and I don’t need him now. You hear that, Blitz? I. Don’t. Need. You!” She’s the one to turn her back to him this time, and he looks back at her with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
“Okay, look, I know that hurt, but you can’t be out here, Blitz.”
“But- but Looney-”
“She just wants to talk to a cute guy without getting embarrassed. Let her be normal. She doesn’t mean it.”
“Oh how are you so fucking sure, huh? You keep secrets.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask him as you shove him away from the large group of people.
“Yeah I said it. You’re a- you’re a secret keeper! Who are you to know if people mean what they say?”
“Blitz, if this is about what Verosika said-”
“Oh but it is! It is about what Verosika said! Or what she didn’t say actually. Do we even know you?”
“My life before you is none of your fucking business- fuck.” you lose track of what you were going to yell at him when you see Moxxie get thrown in the air, getting exposed to a few people around where he lands on the sand. Blitzø’s eyes follow yours.
“Ah! Oh, my god, it’s a fucking possum!” A woman exclaims, pointing at Moxxie, to which he curses under his breath before some guy grabs him from the ground and shoves him into a beer cooler, immediately throwing it around in the air with Moxxie inside.
“Come on, we gotta go help Mox out,” you tell Blitzø.
“Ya hear that, Looney? I’m gonna go kill something. You enjoy your break!” He childishly yells to her.
You find Moxxie at the same time as Millie does. Pulls the cooler’s lid open and he falls out of it, clearly drunk off his mind from the beer. She stands over him and he calls out her name excitedly from where he lies on the sand. “Millie! Hi. Hey. Hey, where did you get four heads? I wanna kiss ‘em!” He makes grabby hands and a kissy face at her, to which she just smiles in return at the drunken state he’s in. It’s sweet, actually.
“Come on, Mox,” she mumbles before helping him stand up. He’s so wasted he needs to lean on her to keep himself standing.
“You guys okay?” Blitzø asks her.
“Yeah, we-” Millie starts, but is interrupted by… well…
“Ooh! Fish!” Moxxie exclaims, giggling, as he points to the huge, monstrous creature that rose out of the ocean, killing everything in it’s way out of the water and causing panic to overcome everyone in the beach, resulting in a screaming, bloody mess all over.
Personally, that’s not the word you’s use for it, but sure. A fish.
The fish captures Moxxie with its gross, gigantic tongue, pulling him towards itself before attempting to swallow the imp. Fuck.
Millie shares a look with you before promptly killing a man, stealing the glass bottle he held and improvising a molotov cocktail, throwing it at the creature and stunning it enough to fall back in the shallow part of the water. “Kill the rest of ‘em! Go!” She yells out to you and Blitzø, which is enough for you to trust her to solve the situation on her own.
You and Blitzø resume to killing whoever more you could identify as targets, a harder task now that they were panicking and running around in a frenzy, but you manage to get about six before Millie’s done, cutting the creature’s tongue off as it held Moxxie and sending him flying over towards Blitzø, where Blitzø, who manages to catch him in his arms, making one of the targets shocked enough for you to put a bullet though their head.
Millie finally begins to walk up to where you are after killing the monster, chest heaving with heavy breaths and spitting a little blood on the sand, but otherwise okay.
“Is Mox alright?” Is the very first thing she asks.
“Oh, yeah, he’s fine! Way to show off, Mills!” Blitzø yells, and she smiles. You give her a fist bump as she approaches you before she grabs a giggling Moxxie off of Blitzø’s arms, and she can’t help but laugh herself.
“This is funny. I’m soooooo drinky.”
She squeezes him tight and you smile at the interaction.
You only get so much smiling time when Verosika’s around.
“Blitzø.” She calls, and you all turn to see her standing with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Oh, perfect! That must be the whores!” He quips.
“I only see two whores around here and they’re right in front of me.”
“Hey you watch your filthy fucking mouth.”
“That was handled rather… obviously, don’t you think?”
Millie picks up Verosika’s flask form the sand, holding it up before throwing it to her. “I don’t think this belongs to any of us. Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world.”
“Yeah y/n here could tell the big Oz himself. He wouldn’t be very thrilled, don’t ya think?” Blitzø is quick to threaten.
“Ha! She should be more worried about him finding out she’s up here right now.”
“Go fuck yourself. He’s not the boss of me. He’s the boss of you, though, isn’t he?”
Moxxie laughs obnoxiously. “Oh, Satan! You got yourself fucked!”
“Yeah, well, you three nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises." She turns to face you, a bitter, hostile grin taking over her features. "And you! Your little friend already took your crystal privileges away. You wanna be a bigger disappointment?"
“Don't act like you fucking know him."
Moxxie falls over face-first onto the sand between you. “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!” He slurs out.
“Hold on, crystal privileges?" Blitzø questions you.
It's Verosika who answers, though. “She not tell you about it?" She lets out a laugh. "Doesn’t shock me.”
Fuck. “Verosika-”
“You little fucks never wondered why she doesn't have one?”
“What do you mean? She gets one from Ozzie when she needs it like all of you freaks-" Blitzø immediately defends.
“Oh, Blitzo, you really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" She interrupts him. "She used to have one."
No. “Ver, come on-”
“Don't! Call me that. No. You're gonna hear me say what you did." She turns back to Blitzø, the same rage in her eyes as when she recalled all the ways he'd wronged her in the past, earlier that day. "Your little girlfriend here was forbidden from coming up to Earth without Ozzie’s permission for years.”
“What?” Millie asks, and it seems accidental that she says it out loud.
“Yeah. Sorry-ass had to be babysat every time she had to come up. On a watchlist like a freakin' criminal, cause, well- she kind of is." She eyes you up and down before she spits out "I'm surprised you can even be here right now. Congratulations.”
“Well duh? Of course she's a criminal. That's kind of what we do.”
“Oh, Blitzo, the killing thing you guys do is adorable. But no one bats an eye at a little murder, it's Hell. No, she broke demon law." And, then, the final threat of a carefully blocked out, written-over past, coming to haunt you in the form of her. "You wanna tell them your record time or should I?”
“You have no fucking right-”
“I have every right! I have every right. It was five months, two weeks and two days. You know how pathetic that is?"
“That supposed to mean something, bitch?” Millie growls, protective.
“Other than her being a whore, no,” Verosika shrugs.
“What does that even mean?” Moxxie asks her.
“She stayed up here for five months, two weeks and two days straight once when we were dating. I was worried sick, we fucking lived together too. And then I find out she’s been up here fucking whatever human that came into her line of sight instead of coming back home.”
“I’m- it’s not-”
“‘It’s not what you think, Ver, I swear!’” She mocks. “Boo-fucking-hoo! Now she’s on a watchlist cause Asmodeus for some fucking reason liked her enough to just be worried instead of actually punishing her.”
“I wasn’t in my right mind, you have no fucking-” fuck, you’re voice is trembling now.
“Save it, bitch.”
Blitzø notices your discomfort, deciding it’s better to go home and solve whatever this mess was there. He walks up to Verosika. “Look. We keep this pathetic little b-movie scene on the down low and you let us use the parking space. She doesn’t tell her lusty bff about what you did and everyone lives happily ever after. Deal?”
“Fine,” Verosika says through gritted teeth. “But I hate you.”
“Don’t care. We fucking won!”
[. . .]
“So… you don’t have to talk about it, but… please talk about it. What was that?” Millie asks you, careful.
You sigh. Maybe this time there’s no running from it.
A/N: genuinely don’t even know of this is good vut alas! we’re so back! sorry for the long wait lol love y’all
#mars writes#helluva boss#scandalous#blitzø#stolas#blitzo x reader#stolas x reader#blitzø x stolas x reader#helluva boss imagine#helluva boss x reader#loona#loona helluva boss#Moxxie#Moxxie helluva boss#Millie#Millie helluva boss#verosika mayday
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Hey how r u doin? Could I possibly request a dom male reader x Shigaraki who is insecure abt his appearance and we just worship him and maybe overstim him also maybe he has like a small penis and we worship it to it’s all good if not no worries hope ur doin good
I wasn't expecting to write for villains but I think I kinda like it 😅
It's kinda shitty so I apologize in advance
Being with a villain, specifically one that's as powerful as Tomura Shigaraki, is quite the challenge. For his and your own security, he'd hide your relationship from everyone, even his closest acquaintances. And finding time for just the both of you with nearly impossible since Shigaraki is busy destroying the hero world and you doing your own thing with life. Despite the clear lack of affection you get to share with one another, when you do get time to yourselves it's spent spoiling each other in words, touches and gifts.
Even after weeks of being apart, you could still read your lover like the back of your hand. The way Tomura would mumble under his breath when you were around, fidget whenever you touched him and his obvious poor attempts to avoid you, you could tell something was off. It was probably after finding the white haired male staring at himself in a mirror with nothing but disgust in his eyes that you figured out what was wrong. The eyes you saw, the only ever time you'd seen them with such malice was when he thought of All Might. And now that you saw them, you knew it would be a struggle to bring it up to your villain lover, but it had to be done.
It didn't take long for a touch-starved Shigaraki to make his way towards your room. Heavy feet dragged along the hard wooden floors, only stopping when they were at the edge of your rarely shared bed. "...Would you like to take about it?" Your quiet and concerned voice rose from your spot on the bed. "No." A gruff voice ripped from his sore throat. His puffy red eyes were hidden by his growing hair, but you could fell his gaze on your body. You simply sat up with your back to the headboard and slightly spread your legs, making room for Tomura to lay in your embrace if he liked.
For what seemed like hours, a silently sobbing Shigaraki sat with his back to your chest, his legs intertwined with your own. "Y/N~ I can't-" As you kissed down his neck your wrist continued to move, overstimulating the poor man's cock. You ringed out who knows how many orgasms from him and you planned to continue until you got him to admit how great he was. "All you have to do is tell me how amazing you are, Tomura." Your practically whispered against the other man's skin between kisses. Tears fell from his clinched eyes and his body tensed and trembling as your hand rubbed against his sensitivity tip. "No more! I wanna stop!" The villain sobbed into the air, causing you to stop for a few seconds. "You know your safe word, baby..."
As you praise the man in your arm, violent cry turned into mindless babbling. His mind continued to fight your words, despite how much he wanted to believe you. "Your cock's so cute Tomura~ Even when it's all purple and swollen!" Your wrist had gone sore from its constant motion. Your hands soiled in whatever liquids you could out of your lover. He was at his limit and you could tell, so it was only a matter of time til- "I'm good enough! So please ~ stop~" Almost like a switch, your remove your hand and readjust your body so Shigaraki's head was now in your lap. His bloodshot eyes locked with yours. "We made progress... I'm so proud of you baby~"
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I found one of your sagau posts about language and got me thinking xD
Reader who knows a lot of languages which gets people confused. Are they speaking in their godly language? Are they really that mad that they switched to another language? Why are they smirking like that--- (Aether/Lumine who understood everything trying so hard not to laugh at people's reactions)
Why did I imagine that after a flowery speech Reader delivers a response so blunt the vine boom sfx can be heard---
Reader trying out flowery speech and failing, while the rest of the people in the background are either A.) Trying to convince you that its alright to talk simply (oh now you turn the tables--) or B.) Some of them fainting in devotion/cuteness because their god looks at them so eagerly for feedback
I heard somewhere that Mondstadt is based on Germany and another post about Snezhnaya (bruh whats the spelling 🤣💀) based on Russia, so I thought that while they speak english they also throw in a couple words of their respective language (or in some drunk cases, full out native language). Cue reader just.... 🧍♂️🧍♀️
Bilingual reader who uses full advantage of their knowledge into making puns and jokes to Cyno----
WE CAUGHT ANOTHER ONE BOYS
YES YES THE PSPSPSPSS NEVER FAILSSS🛐🛐🛐
(subliminalmessagingpspspspsscometomeaskscomepspspspspssubliminalmessaging)
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DUDE ive thought abt just making it where Aether/Lumine are the only ones who understand English/ur language and like, while u can (or maybe cant for shenanigans) speak Teyvatian (ew theres gotta be a better word for that?) Theres NOTHING as amazing as the bilingual experience of pranking bitches
Eula gives like a whole poetry book of a speech to you guys to be more responsible abt gliding in the city (its cute <3 shes actually very concerned bc you know you would do sm that would worry her, i mean i know im just flinging myself off of every surface all the time, esp in Mondstadt im not using no stairs💀)
And you just... turn to Aether/Lumine and say smth in English and they bust out laughing
(Or worse, u two are giggling like little shits✨️)
Dont feel too bad Eula, they do this to everyone
(Paimon's constantly on ya'lls case abt it)
Like u didnt even say anything rude (probably), as u explained to Eula, but its like this all the time, sm ppl even find themsleves jealous of this bond you two have got, tho whether they are jealous of Aether/Lumine or you is still still hard to tell,,)
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IM SO GLAD ONE PERSON OUT THERE GOT THE FLOWERY SPEECH -> YOU REPLY -> VINE BOOM 🤝🤝🤝 THING I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY
Thats deadass like how i imagine half the time it would be like talking to ppl, esp if ur critizing smth that person was doing lmao (like roasting them)
Its even funnier if like, u didnt hear the vine boom so to speak, like u got ur back to the rest of the characters/npcs while ur talking to this one person and u dont even know u just said smth that's got like one person crying laughing
(KAEYA, aether/lumine, hu tao, KAVEH, Venti, childe, Yae Miko, SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER, beidou, off the top of my head)
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Another one is just standing there in shock, when will they unfreeze? Only time can tell
(Zhongli, jean, eula, keqing, ayaka, ganyu, kuki shinobu, once again off the top of my head theres so many characters at this point in genshin help)
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They're just like,, processing still, theyre probably overthinking everything u say bc to them you give so little information 💀 i can see the like transparent images of their thinking faces floating around them now LMAO
(Alhaitham, zhongli again rip, DILUC, kaeya's also laughing at him not just you his stomach hurts help him, Ei, XIAO, ALBEDO, Ayato but he'd also be muffling a laugh, Kazuha maybe i can also see him just giggling n shit, Kokomi, CYNO, Tighnari but also he'll react like its the funniest joke ever while he's trying to actually think abt it, so he just ends up standing there, thinking outloud, then cracking up over and over again lol)
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Oh Cyno u sweet summer child, as soon as u started making puns it was over for him, no one can stop you, even if Tighnari can't understand ur language rn he can definitely just sense there's bad jokes being made, esp if Cyno gets it and his lip like, twitches upward or even worse, he chuckles.
(Tighnari's totally getting onto him for corrupting you)
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pLEASE US ACTUALLY TRYING TO SPEAK LIKE THEM 😭😭😭
What a cute image, just some of them reassuring us and some of them thinking its cute for trying, and we look around the room when we try for feedback i know i would 😭😭
If i actually got close tho they better give me a headpat or smth
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Anyway THANK YOU for the ask!! (subliminalmessingpspspspspscometomeaskscomepspsps)
That was a BEAUTIFUL✨️ thing to read, got my heart doin backflips and shit 😳😊🥰
God this is so long im so sorry everyone
Cheers,
🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘
#my asks#ask box open#please send asks#genshin sagau#not really#im gonna still label it that but its really#genshin isekai#genshin imagines#genshin sagau ideas#genshin impact#im not putting character tags suffer#genshin god reader
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Destroyer is afk
(Masterlist)
another sherbet colored update. i really love simulating internet speech in writing i think its so fun
(Content: death mention, past trauma, self loathing, comfort??)
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no posts in a month its over
they got him omg </3
Did indy fucking die?
RIP INDY
ndhakdvsnnd: can you guys stop saying that im dead ndhakdvsnnd: also no more leaks until further notice. stop asking.
sunspot: Hey you don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want to but can you please give us some indication you’re still alive?
sunspot: We’re really worried.
katkittykat: omg look at this video :3
katkittykat: have u ever seen a shark move like that in all ur life that shit is so crazy
katkittykat: hey where have u been lololol
katkittykat: are u mad at me :c
katkittykat: if its somethin i did can we talk abt it ???
katkittykat: okk ur making me nervous
katkittykat: OH SHIT UR BACK
katkittykat: WTF
ndhakdvsnnd: hey sorry
katkittykat: bro where did u go!!!! D:
ndhakdvsnnd: had to travel somewhere i couldnt bring my laptop
katkittykat: im rlly glad ur ok!
ndhakdvsnnd: do you want me to send you the next batch
katkittykat: uhh yea only if ur up to it. whenever ur ready :3c
ndhakdvsnnd: i can do it now
katkittykat: ty sweetness
katkittykat: sunny wants u to answer him lol hes having an aneurysm xD
ndhakdvsnnd: okay
ndhakdvsnnd: hi
sunspot: Hey!
ndhakdvsnnd: kitty said you wanted to talk to me
sunspot: Yes I wanted to know if you were okay because we hadn’t heard from you in a while
ndhakdvsnnd: obviously
sunspot: ?
sunspot: Why is that obvious?
ndhakdvsnnd: how would i be typing if i wasnt okay
sunspot: That doesn’t even make sense ?
sunspot: I assumed if you were offline for a month it was because you were either upset or in danger
ndhakdvsnnd: maybe i just have a day job to worry about
sunspot: In that case it would’ve been nice to receive some kind of warning so we wouldnt think you were hurt
ndhakdvsnnd: i didnt have time
sunspot: You didn’t have time to type one sentence?
ndhakdvsnnd: okay im sorry
sunspot: Look I’m not trying to lecture you Im just saying we were concerned and I wanted to make sure you were alright.
ndhakdvsnnd: okay
sunspot: Everything’s really okay then? Nothing happened?
ndhakdvsnnd: i dont want to talk about it
sunspot: Alright.
sunspot: You know we care about you right?
ndhakdvsnnd: i didnt send a warning because i didnt know i was leaving until the last minute i didnt go by choice
ndhakdvsnnd: thanks for attacking me over it as soon as i got back though
sunspot: Does it seem like I’m attacking you?
ndhakdvsnnd: yes kind of
sunspot: I’m sorry then. I didn’t mean to.
ndhakdvsnnd: okay
sunspot: Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?
ndhakdvsnnd: i am just sad okay i am already getting yelled at all the time i dont need to get it from you too
ndhakdvsnnd: sorry this is stupid ill shut up
sunspot: No it’s okay! If you’re upset you can tell me that’s what I was messaging you about in the first place I had the feeling something was wrong
ndhakdvsnnd: are you sure
sunspot: Yes positive
ndhakdvsnnd: i just dont like feeling like everyone is disappointed or mad at me all the time i dont know
ndhakdvsnnd: it would be one thing if i deserved it but i dont know i have been really really trying lately and it doesnt work and it makes me feel bad
ndhakdvsnnd: but i kind of deserve to feel bad so i dont know
ndhakdvsnnd: im tired
sunspot: Why do you think you deserve to feel bad?
ndhakdvsnnd: a lot of reasons
sunspot: I don’t think you deserve it.
ndhakdvsnnd: you dont know me though
ndhakdvsnnd: you wouldnt like me if you knew me
sunspot: Well what I do know about you now is that you are risking your life and sanity to provide us information to help people.
sunspot: Just based on that I don’t think you deserve to feel so bad about yourself.
sunspot: I think the people you’re around are probably really hard on you and its affecting the way you see yourself.
ndhakdvsnnd: im sorry
sunspot: Why are you saying that?
ndhakdvsnnd: i dont know
ndhakdvsnnd: is it okay if i go to bed now
sunspot: Goodnight! We can talk later if you’re up for it?
ndhakdvsnnd: okay gn
#if its not clear black text is public colored text is private messages#whump#whump community#whump scenario#living weapon whumpee#whump prompt#death mention#past trauma#self loathing#comfort#delta#kitty#sunspots real name is not sunny but kittys real name IS kitty lmfao#also forum randos call him indy because... nd appears in his name multiple times#and its otherwise unpronounceable literally just a keysmash
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footballers when theyre sick
requested by my homie @rubybecker-rb2 !!! ty so much for requesting <3
leo: he recognizes that he should take it easy so he takes the day off from training, but what he DOESNT do is text his teammates saying hes sick n wont be there, so later that day when hes watching tv n eating soup he hears his doorbell ring, only to be greeted with a very worried neymar whos like "I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOUUUU!!!!1!!!11!!!"
ney: oh he complains a lot. once he starts feeling unwell he calls up leo like "leeeeo i feel like shit!!" n naturally leos like "what do you want me to do about that -_-"
luka: oh hes the one who gets sick EASILY. fifty degree weather with a slight breeze is all it takes to do him in. like on a particularly cold day, he'll start sneezing (oh n he sneezes like a little bunny you cant tell me otherwise) n sniffling n be like "AGAIN??!?!!?"
zlatan: has never gotten sick once in his entire life. his temperature is a perfect 98.6 at ALL times n has never changed.
gavi: ok idk why i get this vibe but he becomes a whiny little bitch when hes sick (IM NOT INSULTING HIM IM EXACTLY THE SAME WAY). like if he starts getting sick at training he is gonna make it EVERYONES problem. you KNOW hes whipping out those big brown puppy dog eyes at every given opportunity. "i feel so terrible can you get me some ginger ale🥺"
sergio: this stubborn bitch wakes up feeling sick n what does he do?? haul ass to training anyways. as the day progresses n it becomes increasingly obvious hes unwell the team will tell him hes gotta sit out n take it easy. luka nags the SHIT outta him n ends up taking care of him even tho hes still salty he came to training in this condition, and sergio considers it the best day of his life.
mbappe: see at first hes a stubborn bitch who goes to training despite being sick, however he CANNOT pull through n ends up sitting out after warmups
joão: oh boy. he gets so sick he decides to go to the doctor, n while hes there he takes some kinda picture n posts it online captioned "feel awful, wish me luck" n then NEVER follows up on it, so his comments are filled w ppl being concerned for his well being
pep: wakes up, realizes hes sick, texts kevin "youre in charge today. dont fuck it up" n goes back to sleep
klopp: decided to still go to training, but lfcs practically a family so everyone knows somethings up within like five minutes. when the boys realize the boss isnt feeling well they give him a rant abt self care n milly drives him home.
#typing this on mobie in the car so sorry if the formattings crap 🙏#ty for the request!#leo messi#neymar#neymessi#luka modric#zlatan ibrahimovic#gavi#sergio ramos#modramos#kylian mbappe#pep guardiola#kevin de bruyne#jurgen klopp#james milner#liverpool fc#lfc#liverpool#joao felix
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BRO YEAH! Touma tries to warn them bc he knows the inevitable. The psychickers don't even have to be anywhere around bc as soon as someone flirts with any of the others their lil protective friend radars go off. Bells start chiming alarms start ringing. Their spider senses tingling. And they find the person who's targeted and immediately come to their aid. Not that they were in danger but still. And Touma DEF interrogates them pfft he asks them their intentions and even somehow guesses their address like oh u wanna date them? You know I know where you live right? So if u hurt them in any way I'll find you and I will- and he goes way overboard bc he's the most threatening even rivaling saiki.
AND YEAH TORI STUMBLES ACROSS MIKO GETTING FLIRTED WITH AND HE PLUCKS SOME FLOWERS SLASH WEEDS FROM THE GROUND AND RUNS UP TO HER CRYING <///3 PFFT ALSO THE SHOPPING FOR A NEW BOYFRIEND LINE KILLED ME FBFNKDND
that one clip from jjk where a girls flirting with megumi....so pk psychickers core...
#and miko just rolls her eyes and plays along bc she wants the creep who asked her out to go away like#NO BABE I SWEAR I WAS JUST SHOPPING FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY GIFT#ok but lets add some angst or action here#usually if toris alone hes not much of a threat without the other two so whoever fliets with miko starts getting violent#hes like oh yeah wanna fight for her then? i could be a better bf than u!#and toris like AH NEVERMIND UR RIGHT HERE TAKE HER SHES ALL URS#or at least he wants to say that but he really loves and cares for miko and wants to defend his friend#so he summons some fighter ghost and it works for a while but then tori gets the shit kicked out of him and the ghost too pft#and then miko can either try using her like future vision to see the guys next moves to stop them herself#or tori can pull the creepy perv card and pretend hes a masochist and likes getting beat up#and that'll scare the guy away bc what the actual fuck#amd then mikos like treating toris wounds like idiot u shouldn't have fought him and waited till the others got here#and hes like i couldn't just stand there and watch him take you away from us... from me :(#and mikos like woAh his pathetic ass just became ten times cuter somehow woW calm down miko get it together#and then saiki comes and is all panicked like WHERE IS HE ILL FUCK EM UP ARE U HURT WHAT HAPPENED DID HE HURT U#and mikos like calm down Tori beat the guy#and saikis like phew and heals tori's wounds up and thanks him for helping miko but also punches him for getting himself hurt#and then touma comes too and is like GASP WHAT DID I MISS??#and he goes and hugs Tori bc hes toris emotional support nerd#and then toris like hehe its no big deal guys his punches didnt even hurt#but everyones so concerned and worried abt him still and telling him not to do it again that he just cries#he breaks down like WAAHH HE WAS SO SSCARY I ALMOST PISSED MYSELF#and everyones just petting him and patting his back like yeah yeah baby we know <3#wow i really did write a fanfic didnt i...
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SNACK BREAK
genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. hyojin x fem!reader. wc. 506. request. requested by @wheeboo for the 1500 follower event here!! a/n. kinda inspired by the time in the past that hyojin would complain to fuses abt his university work and we were all confused bcuz we didn't even know this man attended a university lmfao anyway 😭😭 this man is such a problem and hes been wrecking me like crazy and his voice is the prettiest thing ever like what the fuck and i love him so much and he sounded so incredible live and he was so sweet he said ily to fans like a million times and i just love him so much oh my god i love onf
“15 more minutes…”
“You’ve been saying that for the last hour, love.” You pointed out, giving your boyfriend, Hyojin, a worried glance from the bed. You had always been extremely proud of him for somehow managing his university courses, vocal lessons, dance practice, and promotions all at once. You could barely manage just the former. He was definitely an unstoppable force.
Hyojin was sweet— not just to you, but to everyone. Some people didn’t like his nagging, misunderstanding the concern for just an excuse to bother or criticise them. But you cherished it. Every time he reminded you to eat or drink water, to take breaks or to do something better, you could tell just how much he cared for you. He truly just wanted the best for everyone.
Except, there was no Hyojin to nag Hyojin. So you had to do it instead.
“You need to take a break. It’s been hours of straight studying. You deserve it.” You urged him, putting a little more emphasis on some words to get your point across. All you heard in response was a dejected sigh.
“I haven’t been able to focus on this assignment because of practice, and-“ He started, trying his best to persuade you, but you quickly interrupted.
“No and’s. You were busy because of work, not because you were slacking off. You can finish it tomorrow, but it’s past midnight now.” A yawn struck you as you finished your sentence, luckily only pushing your point further. You could see Hyojin start to hesitate.
“If you don’t come here and cuddle me right now, I’ll turn off your computer.” You threatened finally. It wasn’t a tactic that you liked to use, but sometimes it was necessary.
“Do you have snacks?” Hyojin asked softly. You smiled as you watched him save his work and close the computer. Of course your food loving boyfriend would only have one thought in his mind.
“I can be the snack.” You replied, opening your arms wide. He scoffed at you, but still made his way over to melt into the embrace.
“I don’t think this is what people mean when they say to take a snack break.” He mused, brushing his lips over your softly. Each kiss started and ended quickly, and you were both too caught up in the taste of each other’s lips to fully comprehend when each one finished and the next began.
“But it’s still delicious.” Hyojin said finally after pulling away, dipping his head to nuzzle around your collarbone instead.
“What’s delicious?”
“Your lips?” A kiss was pressed to your neck at the end of the response.
You rolled your eyes at the teasing response as your fingers curled around his hair, feeling the dry damage from constant dyeing and bleaching. You still loved it, though. Everything about Hyojin was precious to you. Even his teasing responses that made you roll your eyes, or his constant nagging, or his habit of stealing your food. He was just so sweet in your eyes— especially his lips.
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During a Super Smash Bros tournament with everyone, Taylor gets hit with a bad memory.
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ty @cgi-heart-eyes for listening to me ramble abt this idea before i wrote it <3
Taylor is sitting with the others playing Smash Bros when the action of the game dissolves into a memory out of nowhere once again.
It starts with the smell of blood. He doesn’t know why he can still smell it.
His eyes shut, and he hears the “Game over!” from the TV speakers.
Cracking them open, he sees that he lost; second place, Scary crowned victorious.
The joy-con feels foreign in his hands, and there’s that same staticy feeling he gets sometimes.
He just needs a minute.
And that’s what he says, telling them they can keep playing, he’ll be back in a minute.
The slam of the door brings him back a little bit. He didn’t mean to be so loud.
He just needs a minute.
Coolness against his back transforms into fiery heat, and he shuts his eyes again, only to be met with the sight of his dad’s severed legs, blood pooling around them, Taylor’s jeans soaked.
It’s not happening right now.
Taylor knows that.
It’s just a memory.
And it’s not even a big deal.
But it’s still getting harder to breathe.
He opens his eyes and tries to find things in the room to stare at, but his eyes gloss over everything.
He glances at the carpet, and imagines what it’d look like covered in his dad’s blood.
Worse. That’s worse.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck .
“Taylor? Are you okay?”
“I—I’m fine, Link,” he forces out, voice weaker than it should be. Weaker than it is.
There’s hands on his shoulders. He feels it past the static.
“You don’t look okay.”
He shuts his eyes again, scrunching up his face as if it’ll make it go away, and his claws make their way to his hair.
Link is saying something else.
Taylor doesn’t know what.
His chest hurts.
His throat hurts.
He’s sitting on something soft now.
Link squeezes his hands, and his eyes snap open, staring at Link’s knees.
And Taylor’s blanket.
They’re on his bed.
“Can you hear me?”
He thinks he nods.
“You’re having a panic attack.”
So that’s what this is. Inconvenient.
“You’re okay, it’s going to pass, it’s okay. Can you look at me?”
Taylor tilts his head up to meet Link’s eyes.
Wide and concerned, but a comfort nonetheless.
Link is always a comfort.
“I want you to breathe with me, okay?” he says, voice simultaneously gentle and firm.
Taylor nods again, and he finds himself entering a rhythm with Link. Big breath in, big breath out.
Taylor looks around the room. His posters, figurines, pillows and plushies are all here, and yet earlier he couldn’t identify a thing.
“Thanks,” he says, breathing easier.
“Of course.”
Taylor slips his hands out from Link’s grasp and heads for the door. He lets out an awkward laugh before saying, “We… we should get back to playing—”
“Are you okay?”
Taylor stops with a hand on the doorknob. It’s shaking.
“I’m fine, man. Don’t—don’t worry about it.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Taylor turns around. Link is standing right there, looking down at him with that same look of worry and fiddling with the beads of his bracelet.
“There’s nothing to say, Link,” Taylor says, having trouble meeting his eyes and settling for his ring. He’s fiddling with that too, spinning it, and spinning it, and spinning it around his middle finger. It’s black like Taylor’s nails, though less glittery. Maybe nail polish can make both of them forget about this. “Just happens sometimes, that’s all.”
“That’s happened before? ” Link asks, his voice even more concerned and maybe slightly shocked too. “Taylor, you know you can talk to us if you’re struggling, right?”
“But I’m not! ’ Taylor shouts, storming away from the door and collapsing into his gamer chair, finally facing Link properly. “Just—just—just—it’s not, like, anything , okay? I’m chilling!”
Link is frowning. He’s not saying anything, but he’s got that stupid pouty look and those big wet eyes…
Fucking hell.
Taylor sighs.
“Look, maybe I just… get wrapped up in my head sometimes! Maybe sometimes I—I—I can’t stop remembering when Scary sliced my dad and I thought he was dead! Maybe I can’t stop picturing every carpet soaked in blood after that—but he was fine! He was fine, and he is fine, so I’m not struggling, and nothing is wrong. Why is your face doing that, man? I’m okay.”
Link is frowning, and his eyes are teary, and next thing Taylor knows, he’s being hugged, and lifted, and hugged tighter in the air.
His own eyes are stinging too, he realizes, and he swipes at them repeatedly. If only he could suck the tears back in. That’d be fucking epic.
As much as he wants to ask Link to put him down, being held so tight is good. And the view from over Link’s shoulder is much better than down on the ground.
“Next time that happens, can you just, like, text me or something? Or call me? Please?” Link pleads.
“O—okay, I will,” Taylor says, wrapping his arms around Link in return and resting his head on his shoulder, and breathing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
#i feel very clever for this title#swiftli#dndads#dungeons and daddies#taylor swift dndads#lincoln li-wilson#fanfic#cookies writes and cookies wrongs
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ok ok finally watched the last half of the ep and !! many thoughts. another moment where a character is trapped in a room thinking they’re gonna die while someone is banging on the door trying to get in. john figuring out how to loophole his fate !!! like hello hello.
but thennn. there’s another little thread throughout this ep I caught on and haven’t seen many talking about, which ties into last week’s ep where John and Mary decided to “live with the consequences” of their life or death heat of the moment kiss because they do not !! want !! to sweep it under the rug !! they WANT to acknowledge and confront that thing that happened when they thought they were gonna die in that room where there was no way out (literally despair parallels be louder)
So this ep we see them navigating their new relationship after acknowledging that they want to live with the consequences of their life-or-death kiss. And one of the central “issues” (small but there) throughout this ep is them sneaking around, trying to keep their relationship a secret, one of the main reasons for this being Mary (Dean’s mirror) is concerned that having the others know will change the group dynamics. so, lets just look at this with some destiel goggles on for a second.
Say, Dean gets Cas back and they decide to acknowledge Cas’s love confession. Because Dean wants to live with the consequences of it. And say, Dean, like Mary, ends up reciprocating (Mary kisses John at the end of last week’s ep and tells him she wants to be with him and ‘live in the moment’). And okay! Now they’re together. But it’s still secret! Because maybe Dean’s scared or anxious abt telling other people. Maybe he’s worried them knowing will change things. especially thinking abt team free will and their group dynamics. Like, how will Sam and Jack react ? will they care? will it be an issue? like, even if Dean’s pretty sure they’ll be accepting, this is still new! He’s never done this before, not really. And not talking about a relationship with a man, but a steady long-term relationship that he can really see lasting. Like this is IT for him.
Anyways, so we see Mary and John sneak around the whole episode until finally the cat’s out of the bag. Carlos and Lata find out and they are incredibly supportive and excited for their friends. And then this is Mary and John’s closing conversation. Destiel goggles back on, Mary is Dean, John is Cas (sorry Cas):
John: So now that everyone knows? No more hiding, right? Mary: Yeah, the cat is definitely out of the bag. John: Do you think the group dynamic's gonna change? Mary: I don't know. But we're stronger together, with no secrets. And, I don't mind getting out of the moment thinking about the future as long as I know you're in the picture. John: Hope looks good on you, Campbell.
SO. No more secrets. Dean’s ready to think about the future, as long as Cas is with him. Hope looks good on Dean. HI. HELLO.
And thennn they go out on a proper date. A very Dean-style date, if you ask me:
Mary: Okay, so, how 'bout dinner and a movie. But it's your treat since you scared the hell outta me.
(like. dean is LITERALLY narrating this story. he is telling it to us, do not think for a minute his narration is not being influenced by his own experiences and feelings!) anyways. I feel normal.
#thee longest post i've ever made abt the prequel but ! i have Thoughts ! i must say them#spn prequel#spnwin#parallels#deancas#destiel#spn meta#spnwin meta#long post
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I LOVE FILO ZB1 CONTENT SMMMM i usually have these random thoughts in my head abt what the members would be like as filos AND BRO for me ricky is definitely englishero. specifically those kinds that are fluent in tagalog but just prefer speaking in english
actually ricky is so me what the heck.. 😬😬 HE DEF LISTENS TO HEV ABI😬😬😬 it's either he's conyo and is horrible at filipino or he's just what you described him.. this guy is a bgc boy you can't say no
I think I would still keep the chinese and american in him😂😂.. guys guys what if he's a chinese-filipino that grew up in the us and has little to no knowledge abt the philippines.. bro when he gets there he would be THE airport crush wtf.. his parents told him that he should try to go to a public school but he's concerned and worried that he might get made fun of.. A LOT. so he goes to a private school first, then goes to public once he's able to speak filipino properly and stuff but he's only gonna stay there for a year..
bro def goes like "what's the orange ball with the little egg inside?" LMAOOOO🤣🤣🤣🙏🙏⁉️⁉️ he cringes at those err what do you call them.. the genggeng boys😬 they often tell him to try and hangout with them but he just.. ignores them.. "kumaldag ka nga!!" "wtf is a kaldag??"
bro tries so hard not to show off in the days where you're able to wear civilian clothes instead of the uniform but does it anyway.. "bat may lalaking mukhang pupunta sa party.." he even ricky-fies his own uniform and makes it look richer and more classy than it was originally supposed to be.. ehh you get it
def the guy that has EVERYTHING you need for a project, he doesn't really do anything except make the art and have the supplies.. "gaga nawala ung ink ng marker!" *biglang may 7 na marker, bago pa..* the main reason why he doesn't really do anything in the project because his group mates find it hard to communicate with him since his first languages are english and chinese and when he speaks filipino, he has this weird accent..
he knows how to speak filipino naman, it's just that accent that messes everything up.. medyo insecure siya abt it so he just doesn't speak at all. he also doesn't understand kanal humor AT ALL so his classmates don't really like his type of humor.. when he found out that he actually has english-speaking classmates with aircon humor, he tried his best to befriend him but they thought he was weird or didn't want to become friends with him since they thought he was some rich spoiled kid who knows nothing but money.. heck people even used him because of his wealthy status and got hold of the fact that he likes giving gifts to people he's close with..
he's famous around the school just for his looks, nothing else. when he thought his popularity would give him an advantage to get more friends and have a good image. he caught girls trying to sneak gifts or trying to state at him, he thought that this whole thing was making him uncomfortable but he can't do anything though. that's only gonna ruin his reputation. so he didn't mind and ignored the admirers, they're not really his business anyways. he knows he's handsome, he doesn't have to show it off at all times.
he stopped trying to make friends in his school and just sticked to doing his hobbies when he was bored and continued talking to his friends from china and usa, the others just viewed him as some rich kid anyway. the teacher assigned a project that needs a partner for the class, everyone gets to pick their own partner. he looks around with people debating on who should be their partner. he just continued drawing whatever was in his mind waiting for some unfortunate person to have no choice but be partners with him (to his admirers it's very fortunate to be partners with him.. you can see them fighting on who should be his partner, ricky is just enjoying the thought of being alone with no one disturbing him.
ricky suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. he looked up to see someone, is it an admirer?
"hello? can I be your partner?"
"huh? oh, sure.."
his attention is now on you instead of the drawing of a rose, ricky was caught off guard because of how.. quick this person asked to be his partner without being shy or nervous. he looked at the group of admirers, now fuming because he already has a partner.
(medyo inaccurate ito sorry😭😭)
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