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chishiyaisasnack · 2 years ago

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Dare

So I got this idea from an ask I saw somewhere and now I’ve written this. I might have plans for a part two, we’ll see. I’m writing and posting on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s wierd formatting.

Disclaimer! This is very nsfw. Contains smut and smut only. Don’t read if you are underaged. Also, this is not real life. Use a condom and protect yourself.

Part 2

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”Have you heard of cockwarming?”

Your sudden question made Chishiya choke on an inhale as he opened the door to his room for you.

”You can’t just knock on my door and say..” He cleared his throat with a cough that might have been a bit more dramatic than he intended to ”… that.”

”Well, have you?”

”…yes.”

”Good, because I have a new dare.” You stepped through the door frame and grabbed him by the wrist to pull him along with you.

It had been quite a while since the two of you started to be in this wierd, competetive friends with benefits relationship, except no friends and only benefits. It all started out of hornyness and boredom and Chishiya took on the challenges just to spite you, even though he was just as bad at winning as you were. After a month of these games the awkwardness of figuring out the situation had stopped and now you could look up the other person purely out of lust. It didn’t really have to be a challenge behind it anymore, every reason to fuck was a good one. But you both loved a challenge so when one of you came up with one a no wasn’t on the table. Unless a yes meant that you’d lose.

You dragged him to the couch that sat in one corner of the small hotel room containing a bed, a couch and a shower that was now considered his. It was always neat and tidy. It barely looked like anyone lived there. The only sign of life was an occasional pair of shoes by the door. Once you reached the couch you pushed him down so that he was now sitting while you stayed standing in front of him, enjoying the opportunity to look down on him for once. His blonde hair framed his face which was glowing in the light coming from the window that covered most of the wall, and plastered with that infuriating ’I’ve already won this’-smirk that was all over it. As usual.

”And the dare is?” He cocked an eyebrow and waited for you to reveal this new grand scheme of yours. It was faily simple actually. You were quite proud of this idea.

You made your way on top of him, one leg on either side of his lap. His hands landed on your ass and he moved you so that you were sitting right on top of his crotch, right where he wanted you. This time it was your turn to give him a smirk when you leaned in over him, making sure that your chest, only covered by your bikini top, pressed firmly against his and your mouth barely grazing the side of his face.

”Your cock deep inside me. The first one to move lose.” It came out as only a whisper against his ear but it was enough to make his fingers dig into your thighs. You had him hooked. Just as you expected. This was the perfect challenge for him, the king of self control. Which meant that it was the perfect challenge for you to win so you could rub it in his stupid face whenever he deserved it in the future.

”You know that there’s no chance of you winning this, right?” Chishiya sounded like he had won already and you couldn’t wait to make him suffer.

”Oh, you might be suprised.”

”Any time limit?”

”My visa ends in three days so we’ve got time.”

”I guess we better get started then.”

You smiled against his ear and leaned back just enough to look down at his throat and shoulders. Maybe to sneak a glance at his face when he was busy looking elsewhere. Maybe.

He went straight to work, just like he said. His hand left your thigh and found it’s way to let a finger slide along the seams of your bikini before pulling them to the side. The cool air made you shiver and it didn’t go unnoticed.

”So eager already?” He whispered with that stupid grin of his that you wanted to smack right off his face. Or kiss away, you weren’t so sure these days. ”Do you still think you can win this or have you come back to reality yet?”

You felt him move under you while pulling his shorts down. He didn’t miss the opportunity to press his leg up into your center to earn a displeased grunt that was actually just covering up the moan that you forced quiet.

With some small manouvering it didn’t take long before he was buried inside you. He fit perfectly, warm and hard against your walls. You sighed, leaned back in against him and placed your head on his shoulder, letting his hair fall over your face.

”And now what?” He was impatient. You could hear it on his voice even though he was trying to hide it.

”Now we wait for you to lose.”

”You have high hopes for yourself y/n.”

”And you think that you have a magic dick if you think that just having it inside me is going to drive me crazy.”

”I can feel you twitching already.” He pointed it out by dragging a finger down your inner thigh. You retaliated by clenching around him, making him the one to twitch.

”Maybe my body is just trying to evict you.”

”Evict me?”

”You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. He knew you well enough by now to know that you did though, so you earned a small laugh as a response.

”Mhmm. Sure. You’re a lousy landlord.” He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

”Maybe you’re just a lousy tenant.”

Even though the stupidity of the situation you felt very at ease. Sitting on Chishiyas lap with your face buried in his hair and your hands resting on his shoulders was very comforting. He was holding you, rubbing your back and moving his lips wherever he could reach. It was almost sweet, if you didn’t know better. There was only one problem - him being inside you and none of you moving. Every breath he took made his lower stomach move ever so slightly against your clit and your thoughts were split between thinking about every unsexy thing you could come up with and pressing down harder on him to get some relief. You could feel his heart beat faster by the minute. The only indication that this was affecting him too.

”Hey, I have a question.” You whispered while you took a strand of his hair between your fingers and started to twirl it around.

”Do you want to give up?”

”No, and that is not a question.”

”Fair enough.”

”What does it feel like being inside someone, being inside me?”

You were genuine with your question, not trying to tease him. You were curious what it would feel like for someone with a dick and for some reason this felt like the right time to ask. An intimate question for an intimate moment. He wasn’t expecting that so it took a moment for him to figure out what to answer instead of just being sarcastic.

”Hmm… It’s warm. Soft. Wet.” He murmured as he moved his lips over your shoulder, barely touching you. ”It’s like you’re shaped after me. Hugging me like you don’t want to let me go.” He was kind of right, you didn’t want him to go.

”And when you are moving?” You punctuated your question by moving one of your fingers back and forth on his chest.

”All that. But every time I push into you I get to feel it all over again. It feels incredible. And the better you feel the tighter you clench around me. Sometimes it feels like you’re going to snap my dick in half.” You felt him twitch inside you again, which drew out a long sigh from you. You knew very well how good it felt at those moments. ”But then, right when you come, it turns into this soft pulsing around me. You get so wet. It feels incredible.”

”It sounds nice.”

”It is.”

”Much nicer than just having a dick inside you.”

”You know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”

You smiled into the crook of his neck before placing a small kiss there.

”You feel good too. You’re warm. Somehow soft even though you’re hard. You feel so much better than the toys I have back home. They’re cold and hard and need to be bent into shapes and vibrating to get me off. I don’t need any of that with you.”

”Good to know that I feel better than plastic.”

”If you’re not nice I’ll go back to the plastic, so watch it.” Your threats meant nothing and you knew it.

”I’d be up for watching that actually.”

”I bet you would.”

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”How long are we doing this for again?” Chishiya asked while he stretched his arms and wiggled his toes. You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there like this. Too long. It was getting more maddening by the minute and you were silently begging that he would slip up and move. Even by accident. Would poking him in the waist be considered cheating? You were already aching with need and considering that he was still hard inside you he was just as turned on as you. How did people do this on a regular basis? You were impressed.

”I told you, I have three days.”

”You’ll die from dehydration before that.” he scoffed.

”So will you.”

You felt his hand move from your ass where it had been resting for a while now, down to your leg, swiping over your skin on your inner thigh, then let his thumb slid across where the two of you were connected. You couldn’t help but to let out a whimper.

”You’re so wet.” Chishiya lowered his voice when he said that. He sounded like he wanted to eat you alive. ”I can feel it running down my legs. You won’t last a day.”

You hated to admit it but you really were that wet. The feeling of him filling you up, the warmth of his body enveloping you and that husky voice he put on just for you were making your head spin. But you couldn’t lose, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. There has to be something you could do to get some relief. And possible torture him a bit at the same time. And then it was like a lightbulb went on inside your head. How stupid were you to not have thought about this before?

”I just remembered something.” You said proudly. This was going to be fun.

”And what is that?” Calm and collected. You were definetely going to break him.

”I don’t need to move to come.”

You moved you upper body back so that you were looking at him again. His face was flushed, eyes deep and his lips parted slightly. Fuck, he looked good.

You let your hands wander from his shoulders down to the part of his chest that was exposed under his hoodie. You could feel his breath becoming faster under your touch and when you dragged the zipper down you could see goosebumps starting to form on his stomach. He was just as on edge as you were and you were loving it. Once the zipper was down you reached in to taste him. Starting on his collarbone, kissing, licking and biting your way from one side to the other. You let your hands explore his stomach. One thumb running across his happy trail while the other hand caressed the side of his waist and ribs. And even though you were aching for him you made sure that you didn’t move your hips an inch. You were winning this, wether you wanted to or not. What you did want was for him to flip you over and fuck you senseless. But that would have to wait.

”What was that about coming?” he asked breathlessly when you moved from one collarbone to the other.

”Ah, that. Watch this.”

You stopped your kissing spree on his chest and looked at him again. His stare was as intense as always, but there was some curiosity behind it. He was amused. Horny, curious and amused. A good combination. You let one of your hands travel down his body, all the way down until your fingers landed on your clit. And of course you were going to make a show out of it. As you moved your finger over it the first time you made sure to look him deep into his eyes, quietly moan and clench around him. The groan he let out was unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. It went straight to your core and lit your insides on fire.

”Fuck.” It was barely audible but you heard it leave his lips and you couldn’t help but to whine in response. He sounded so good. He barely ever made a sound but now that you knew how good he could sound, you had to do all you could to hear that from him again.

”That’s cheating y/n.” he almost choked on his words when you reacted to another press of your fingers.

”I’m not moving, am I? That was the only rule. That’s not cheating, that’s being smart.” Chishiya quietly groaned, displeased with the fact that he couldn’t argue with that logic.

You kept going, your fingers dancing over yourself and all your focus was on sitting still. It didn’t take long until your face was back in the crook of his neck, moans spilling out of your mouth and your body tightening around him. He was panting, leaning his head back to rest on the back of the couch and you could feel his thighs trembling underneath you. He was struggling. Your orgasm rushed through you, from the tip of your toes and out to your fingers, far too fast for you to really enjoy it but still much better than nothing at all. Somewhere in the midst of it you heard Chishiya swear again but it was drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. It was over before you knew it. And even though you got some release you were still far from satisfied.

”That’s unfair.” Chishiya sounded like he had just finished a marathon. His hands were grabbing onto your legs again, fingers digging into your flesh like you would lift off of him if he let go. Oh, you were definitely winning this.

”You’re welcome to come too, you know. Some people can come untouched, have you tried it? Or you can just give up and fuck me. I won’t mind.”

”You just came and you’re already asking me to fuck you?” His breathing had slowed down again and the grip of his hands were softening. Damn it.

”I’m not asking, I’m offering.”

”How nice of you.”

”I am nice, unlike you.”

Once your breathing was steady again you went back to letting your lips explore him. From his shoulders, along his throat, his jaw and right to the corner of his mouth before stopping. His lips were so close. They looked so soft. The corners were always turned upwards even when he wasn’t smiling and a small beauty mark was placed right beneath his lower lip. You wanted to taste it.

”Chishiya?” You kept your face close to his, and he let you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him and onto your face. You wanted to touch it. Let your fingers slide over his lower lip, watch him relax under them and then…

”Yes?”

”Why haven’t we kissed yet?” Because neither of you ever felt the need to do it. You knew the answer. But for some reason you didn’t like it.

”We haven’t had enough time for it.” He answered honestly and way to calm for your liking. ”My mouth is usually busy in other places anyway.” His smirk was back. Cocky bastard.

Your eyes never left his mouth but you could feel the intensity from his stare burning your already heated skin. You were almost afraid of looking up, afraid that you would get lost in that stare and feel things you didn’t want to feel.

”And you never stop talking, so there’s that too. I can’t get your mouth to stop moving long enough to catch it.” Well those things that you didn’t want to feel just flew out of the window.

”You really are an asshole, you know…” The smirk still hadn’t left his lips, but one of his hands were back to caressing your back so you knew that he didn’t take any offence. Then again, when did he ever? And when had you ever cared if he did?

Your thumb had ended up on his jawbone. You couldn’t remember moving it there. Yet the faint traces of his beard felt so nice against it. You wondered what it would feel like if he forgot to shave.

”You keep telling me that.” he whispered against your lips that somehow had ended up so close to his that there were barely any room between them. Fuck this, you could regret your choices tomorrow.

You leaned in, slowly to give him a chance to back away if he wanted to. Instead of doing that he put one hand in your hair and parted his lips. They were soft. Softer than you imagined. And damn did they feel good. Soft and warm moving against your own. You forgot to breathe for a moment, the intensity of it all was taking away all ability to focus on anything other than the feather soft touches against you. Every time you leaned in for another kiss you were met with the same desperation you were trying so hard to control. Your hands were all over him, just as his were on you. Your tounge was met with his, lips pulling at eachother, breaths warming up eachothers faces. You couldn’t get enough. You leaned into him, let him mold you, pressed yourself as close as you could and oh. Oh no.

In the midst of it you’d completely forgotten that he was in fact still inside you and you had insitinctively grinded your hips against him. You had moved. Fuck.

You slowly leaned back from his face just to be met with a smile bigger than any he’d ever given you before. God damnit, you were never going to hear the end of this.

”I told you that you would lose. I didn’t expect it to happen like that though.”

You didn’t even know how to respond. Annoyance with yourself for being so easily distracted washed over you but after a second of that you decided that, no, you weren’t going to give him any chance to gloat. So you did what you knew would shut him up. Before he had a chance to stop you, you started to ride him with urgency. You dragged your body up from his, creating the friction inside you that you needed so badly. Your hips moved by themselves, up and back down again, and you quickly found a rhytm that made everything around you disappear. All you felt was the delicious moving of his cock inside of you. This was what you needed.

You expected to hear some kind of protest from him, him mocking you or trying to tease you into being a sore loser. But he must have had it too because not only did he actually shut up for once, he started to fuck up into you with the same urgency as you had.

You fell forward onto him with his first thrust and then let him take over. His hands were gripping your waist so tight that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. His pants against your neck sent shivers straight through you and every time he hit that right spot you couldn’t help but to beg him for more.

Your moans were filling the space between his groans and small sounds, and the slapping of skin from when your bodies connected sounded filthier than ever. There was nothing more there than the two of you chasing your highs together. Mouths searching for eachother, hands grasping and clawing on the others skin, his cock reaching as deep inside you as it could just to leave you and do it all again. Somewhere in the midst of it one of his fingers found your clit and it didn’t take long for you to finally fall over the edge, taking him with you. You saw white as your orgasm tore through you and you weren’t sure if you imagined it but you swore that you could hear Chishiya moan into your neck as he came inside you. You sure could feel him though, pressing into you like he wanted to stay forever. Like he couldn’t get deep enough no matter how hard he tried. Every press from him drew out another wave from you and you kept dragging out everything you could from eachother before eventually collapsing onto one another, gasping for air. Your whole body felt like jelly. Like all your muscles decided to leave your body all at once. You let it melt and draped yourself over him. And as lovely as always, instead of letting you cling on him, Chishiya pushed you down onto the couch while he himself stayed right where he was, lifting your trapped leg over his and putting a blanket over both of your midsections. How romantic.

For a while you both just stayed like that. Catching your breaths. Chishiyas fingers drew circles on your shin while he absent mindedly stared up into the ceiling. The sun had started to set and it left a soft glow over his face which made his eyelashes sparkle whenever he blinked. He was pretty. Not that you’d ever admit it to him.

”You have pretty good ideas, you know.” He closed his eyes completely and moved around a bit under your legs to get more comfortable.

”Wanna hear my next one? You not talking.” you muttered, pretending to be sulking. You wiggled your toes and pulled the blanket up a bit further over yourself. Chishiya didn’t answer but the corners of his lips curled a bit upwards. It would barely be noticable to others but you saw it as clear as day. You let the minutes pass by in silence, the only noise coming from outside where another pool party was going on. You wished you could find a pair of those noise cancelling head phones. Maybe there was a store nearby. You should go look tomorrow.

”So about those toys.”

Your thoughts were disturbed and you looked up at Chishiya who was happily glaring down at you with that infuriating smirk back on his face. You had made your mind up - you definetely wanted to slap it off, not kiss it. Jerk.

”If you plan on making one yourself I won’t let you come near me again. You’ll electrocute me. Vibrations are good, pure electricity is not, thank you very much.” You furrowed your brows just imagining it.

”You’re giving me ideas y/n.”

Wierdo. But of course you caved in.

”Find a toy, not one you made yourself, and I might use it. Might. There’s no promise there.” You sighed, displeased with how easy you were to talk into these things.

”Who said you’d be the one using it on yourself?”

”Do you even know how to use them?”

”I’m sure I’ll manage. Like you said before, it’s just a vibrating piece of plastic. How hard can it be?” You didn’t even have time to look up at him before rolling your eyes.

”You make it sound so sexy.”

”Does it matter, as long as it feels good?”

#chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya smut #chishiya shuntaro smut #chishiya x reader #chishiya x reader smut #my writing

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bobbybutterfly · 8 months ago

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It’s been over 2 weeks since I last posted. Well. I hope that these four pieces were worth the wait.

Mulori! Boy I’m proud of this piece! I tried experimenting with colour by using warmer colours for shadows and cool colours for lights. She’s really giving angel of war descending from the heavens.

What to say about Mulori? Her death! You’re telling me that scout Gosemdouchi got a whole ass music video dedicated to him and Mulori gets NOTHING?! I’m outraged. But her edition of In the Years I Spent Far From Home is just so beautiful. Now I’m writing about it, I’m not sure if they made a separate cover for when she sings it in Operation White Snow or she was always singing it. Non the less it slaps.

Interesting was to see she’s shown often with Commander Gosemdouchi. He personally sends her off on her mission to stop the weasel spies (I’m sorry I don’t remember the name of their group). He cries when she dies, proclaiming they should fire their missiles for Mulori. The reason why I find it interesting is that when I went to write a short story about Mulori’s time in the military, I made them have a let’s say weird relationship. Maybe it got saved in my unconscious memory. Just like with Udochi being scout Gosemdouchi’s younger brother LOL. I thought I made that up but no!

I should maybe go back to that story sometime. Probably change Commander Gosemdouchi to a lower rank hedgehog that still has authority over her. A country leader would not have time to bully some low rank scout. Even though it is quite funny when I think about it.

Oewepali! I got told that this piece lacks depth because I use the same colours in the foreground and background. That’s a problem in all my pieces. It’s my fault for trying to use a very limited colour palette. Also what happened to his left arm and now that I’m looking at it, where’s his tail? The lighting too is… With the lighting in these pieces I wasn’t thinking about where it would logically go. I just made the lighter parts where they would look good compositionally. Yeah. I’m not that proud of the last two pictures.

As for what I think of this character… I originally thought that he got some developmental disability. I thought it would be interesting to write about a character during war that doesn’t really understand what’s going on. Kinda like Forest Gump. After rewatching the series (I still have to rewatch last two episodes) I came to the conclusion that he’s neurotypical but bullied by his brothers into thinking that he’s stupid. In the later episodes he’s shown to be actually quite capable. If I ever write a story featuring him I might give him like dyslexia though. I imagine he and his brothers went through a lot of trauma. Because he was the youngest and maybe had difficulty with learning they picked on him to let their frustration out.

Mulsajo! That’s right! I know his name now! I drew his paw like that because it was like that in the reference. I don’t really like it but I don’t have an idea how I would change it. I did change though, his teeth. My mom shown me rodent teeth because she didn’t like the mice have cat fangs. So he is a little more anatomically correct. Ignore the dog nose and that he’s anthropomorphic. LOL.

I took just so many screenshots! I should sometime post them. I love how they’re drawn in this picture! SO CUTE!

Mulsajo has one of the best designs in the show. The ripped up purple shirt is iconic. It was a while since I’ve seen the episodes with him. Before rewatching the show I thought he was a decent guy. Then I rewatch the show and he’s so mean to poor Oewepali. Dude can’t get a break. My head cannon still is that he’s nice but because they were starving, he’s aloud to be a bit grumpy. He’s also spiritual. Giving us one of the funnier jokes when Oewepali asks if he can eat the big fish only to be told no and then complain that Mulmangcho should have died earlier. This show’s dark humour is pretty great.

I want to develop my own mythology for my AU. Such as the mouse kings being descended from the sea god because Mulmangcho (he’s a king in exile in my AU) is often shown by the sea. It’s something I was thinking about when I drew this piece. It’s also inspired by Mulsajo’s death. Now if we’re talking about a main side character dying, Mulsajo has it the worst. He is never mentioned again in season 1. If you didn’t pay attention you wouldn’t have noticed he died. He is only sort of mentioned in season 2 episode 1. Mulmangcho is in disguise as a squirrel making up stories about what the wolves did to him and his family. He mentions his twelve dead brothers and how they cut off his tail. You begin to realise that he’s talking about what Flower Hill did to him. Obviously the moral is to never trust strangers no matter what they tell you. But I like to view it as a rare sympathetic scene for Mulmangcho. If someone was to write a continuation of season 2 I would like to see them expand on that scene.

Also fan art idea to design Mulmangcho’s 11 other dead brothers?

Last one up is Scout Gosemdouchi. Please don’t pay much attention to the plane. I really got to do some airplane studies. For the background I tried something more graphic and non literal. Lots of people I shown it to think he’s jumping out of the plane.

I actually have some trauma dumping I want to do. I swear it’s related to Squirrel and Hedgehog. If you don’t want to hear me whine about my catholic trauma then skip the next paragraph.

Alright then. Let’s get on with it. So I was like 8 years old. Our whole catholic school went to church. The priest starts preaching about this “real” story from China. The communists were cracking down on Christians. Some soldiers trashed a church. Taking special care the throw the Eucharist on the ground and stomp it with their muddy boots. Later a little girl would sneak into the boarded up church and lick the Eucharist off the ground. One day a soldier noticed her doing that AND SHOT HER ON SIGHT! Lesson? Be willing to die for your god.

I guess I like the cartoon because it reminds me of my childhood. LOL. Be sure to share your stories of childhood indoctrination in the comments! For real though, scout Gosemdouchi’s and Mulori’s deaths are to me the grossest parts of Squirrel and Hedgehog. Luckily I’ve got my head cannons that sort of fix that for me.

Originally this was the first picture I talked about but I found what I had to say was quite depressing. Plus religion is a touchy subject. I hope I didn’t offend anyone. I’m just talking about my own experiences. Also it’s good to have it off my chest. Now I don’t have to think about it anymore! YAY!

#got a bit carried away with doing character illustrations #and there’s still more characters I want to draw #feel free to suggest a character from the show #scout Gosemdouchi’s death made me remember some old trauma #squirrel and hedgehog #fanart #my art #procreate #furry art #digital art

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onepiecepetalfanfics089 · 2 years ago

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Electrifying Love~

Heyyy!~ Do you guys remember when I said I might write a story about Enel falling for Nami like Boa did for Luffy? Well here it is 😍 I know you guys are waiting for growing up to fast part two and I promise you its in the works!! I really hope you enjoy this story though cause it took a bit of time lol- btw sorry I haven’t been posting! I was on a vacation to Mexico! But I’m back now! Hope you enjoy the story!~ and i know that shipping them would be weird so it’s just gonna be like Boa’s love for Luffy and I won’t make Nami be head over heels back for people who find it weird! Enjoy the story and expect “growing up too fast part 2” soon~ ;) also to the one who requested a story dw that will come soon too;))

She thought over almost every single adventure before they split up of course. Even laughing at some but one memory caught her mind..Skypia.

Enel.

He was supposedly the “god” of the island up above. Well, of course until the pirates came along. She was still very intimidated by his power but..she couldn’t help but feel curious you could say?

He did actually have the powers of a god..everyone saw it..except for Zoro since he well..did not believe in him. She couldn’t even help but feel a bit proud of herself when she thought of his electrical powers.

Over the pass two years she had gotten extremely powerful with her lighting. Usopp had even made her a new weapon that was new and improved! Not mention she had gotten Zeus on Whole Cake Island.Though during Wano she learned how to combine their electricity into one and create a very power shock. Her crew mates have only gotten more powerful as well..

She couldn’t help but wonder..

“Are we match for him now..?” She muttered under her breath. Accidentally speaking her thoughts out loud.

“A match for who now miss navigator?”

A voice says. The voice was smooth, almost calming,feminine and hypnotizing…Robin!

The red head blinked turning her head to the voice and indeed it was Nico Robin. The girl flushed in embarrassment before giving a soft smile as she stood up from leaning on the railing. Her hair fell perfectly from the sitting position as she smiled. “Well..”

“If you really wanna know I was thinking about that Enel guy fro the skypia trip..” she said looking into the woman’s deep blue eyes. She blinked and then smiled softly at her putting her face in her hand gracefully as a smile spread across her face.

“Oh? Enel? The god of skypia? Yes…I remember now..why were you thinking of him now? It’s been two years..or are you having certain thoughts miss navigator~?” She spoke smoothly as a smirk spread on her lips. Clearing teasing her.

The girls faced instantly turned red, blinking multiple times and gasping lightly comically. “W-what?!- no!! He’s so not my type and isn’t he on the moon now?! I-” the black haired woman suddenly laughed, Covering her mouth with her delicate hand to suppress her giggles.

“Fufufu~..calm down Nami I was just teasing…but why were think of him?” She asks, her voice smooth as honey as she walks over to beside her still with that calm smile of hers.

Nami calmed down, chuckling slight at the little joke. She just shook her head as she leaned back on the railing her brown chocolate eyes locking with deep blue sea ones. “Well I guess his power just reminded me of my clima-tact..since you know I use lightning and so does he…”

She said, her voice staying steady. The orange haired woman crossed her arms over her chest looking over at the tall beautiful woman standing before her who was still smiling at her calmly. “Oh?..well I see that makes sense..but are you sure that’s all miss navigator?~…”

Robin asked still teasing quite a bit but half of tone was a bit serious. The wind then blew again flowing through both of the women in the strawhats pirate crew hair. Black mixed with orange. However Nami did not have any time to think or respond before bolt of lightning struck down to the sea.

The ship shook almost violently as the whatever was in the lightning bolt that struck the sea was heavy. Though it was nothing that the straw hats could not handle, Nami and Robin were currently wide-eyed being the ones with best view out on deck and towards the railing. Everyone was now paying attention to the thing that just struck from the sky.

“Woah!! What the heck is that?!?!” Luffy shouted from above the ship with a piece of meat in his mouth. He had all said what everyone was thinking on that boat. They did certainly not think that they would see Enel on a the airship, well once a airship. It seemed the ship had been altered to travel on sea with the wheels taken off and everything.

There low and behold, Enel walked out from the smoke with that lazy smirk of his. Nami’s eyes had widened until they competed with donner plates. ‘How on earth was he here?! How on earth was he here?!….did that happen I was thinking about him earlier..?’

He was walking close to where he could see the ship clearly the smoke from his lightning bolt he now stood clearly visible to the pirates. Nami and him locked eyes for one moment and just for a moment she tried to study him to see what were his motives but he quickly look away just when she was going to dive deeper.

Everyone but Franky and Brook seemed to recognize him immediately drawing out their weapons, they stood guard. The god only laughed and shook his head it seemed. “Does he recognize us to..?” Nami muttered. Franky and Brook seemed utterly confused as to why everyone drew their weapons out almost all at once.

“Mortals, there is no need to fight! For what reason do we have? Let us all befriend each other and-”

“Why would we trust you?…how can we know that you won’t electrocute us as soon as we let our guard down?!” Nami then said. Age herself was surprised by her own words not expecting herself to even say that. Robin blinked as well glancing at her in surprise but still keeping her guard up.

Enel’s expression did not change at all his calm and sly smile remained ever so softly now looking at Nami his smirk widening even more. This made Nami feel uncomfortable but somehow…at ease?

“Oh? You won’t even trust or forgive a god?~” he said almost slowly. He then let out a big laugh shaking his head playfully. “You mortals are just like how I remember…bold..” he said with that same sly smirk. “But trust me I have no bad intentions whatsoever…I do not even need too what would I have to gain?” He said looking around at the pirates then his eyes landing on the captain of our beloved straw hat crew, Luffy.

Luffy seemed to think about it for only ten second before putting on his classic grin. “Okay! If you feel sorry about it then all is forgiven haha!!” He laughed putting his hands on his hips with a grin that was as wide as a grin could be.

His nakama paused for a moment going silent and blank.

“.

WHAAAT?!?!”

They all yelled in unison their jaws dropping, staring at their captain with wide eyes utterly shocked. Sanji, Zoro,Usopp and Nami were hitting luffy on the head calling him an idiot as why he wound forgive him so easily and the rest of his crew were just shaking their head sighing softly. That was their captain after all..

~twenty five minutes later~

The sun has now started to set completely and the crew and the so proclaimed god were in the Thousand Sunny, drinking and talking. They all were partying to celebrate the so seemed truce the with the devil fruit user. Nami however was still watching the sunset not very nervous but not very sure of this truce.

Looking behind her she saw him talking with Luffy, Zoro, Franky and Brook the skeleton and cyborg seemed amazed and very interesting about the adventure of Skypia the rest of the crew had. Enel then suddenly made eye contact with Nami which she immediately avoided as she looked away, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment but no one seemed to pay any mind to it.

Suddenly, a unexpected visit from the Marines came three battle ships had spotted the straw hats. Of course taking charge in attacking the pirates.

They all had started to battle of course. Nami who was definitely not in the mood for this got her Clima-Tact and attacked the marines with her latest attack by combining her and Zeus’s lightning, this being able to take out a few hundred marines in one go. This of course wasn’t new to her but for Enel it was VERY new.

After the battle Enel was still in shock at how much had grown with her power so much that he fell his heart start to swell up and skip a beat…he even questioned if he was using his own electricity to make it beat this fast…like how he used it to pump his heart back skypia.

Now not being able to resist his swooning electrical gear he started to gush hopelessly.

After everyone had settled and started to act normal again he pulled Nami to the side rather easily with his strength in front of everyone to confess to his new found goddess, his eyes turning into hearts with him taking her hand.

“Nami, my goddess..my world..seeing you out there with such power has made me fallen for you and your charms..I have no choice but to confess~…we would be a great pair you know…so would you do me the honor of being my goddess forever and rulling the world together?!” He said rather loudly in front everyone.

Almost everyone’s jaw dropped at this confession while the so called god stared down at Nami with a adoring look. The orange haired woman gasped in complete shock not expecting this AT ALL.

But before the the woman could even respond a storming blond who had seemed to be on fire (quite literally) stormed up to him with flames trailing behind him.

“HEY YOU BASTERD!! What the hell do you think your doing?! Asking out my Nami-San like that!!” The man with the swirly eyebrow yelled. Seeming completely furious as he raised his foot up in anger, clenching his cigarette between his teeth angrily. Engels eues narrowed as he turned the man in the suit returning the behavior.

“‘Your Nami?! What in Skypia is that supposed to mean mortal?! Last time I checked she was least interested in you!!” He said angrily, a flashe of electricity bolted between them as the two began to battle and argue it out comically while Nami was too stunned to speak.

The rest of crew seemed to sweat drop still taken at back but not surprised by Sanjis behavior so to say. Luffy even laughed out loud, while Robin was giggling and continued to tease the life out of Nami. This made the orange haired woman blush furiously from the embarrassing display.

This was causing Enel to be amused with his so said love. He pushed Sanji out of the way and walked over her eagerly. “What’s wrong my goddess?~ has my love shocked you?~ you’re turning red my dear…” he said as he tried to make a attempt to cup her cheek. This caused Nami’s eyes to widen. Not even thinking, she ran away screaming practically with a red face. Her long orange hair flowed while she did so.

Enel, who took this as a cute little game of chase summoned his ball of lighting and began to follow and chase her quickly. With that same sly and lazy smirk of his. Leaving hearts of electricity behind him. Sanji even tagged along, declaring his love for the woman and running after the two as he was adamant to save her.

Nami isn’t going escape his electrical love anytime soon it seems…

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jadeandroses · 1 month ago

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Ao3 wrapped, @astralithium edition!

Covers:

Beyond the Final Frontier, chapters 16, 18, 19, & 24-27

your fate is mine

(practiced) ease

the only way to bring me down

pulse failure

two swords

rainbow

on second glance

nowhere to be

1. Final word count: 78,242. Most of it went to the most difficult chapters of Beyond I have ever written. Seriously. I complained so much over 19 and 24, but they turned out okay.

2. 8 works this year! Though admittedly, it weren’t for that spite induced writing coma last week, it would’ve been 4

3. Honestly? I’m most proud of nowhere to be. That had been kicking my butt since March, and then all of a sudden it just clicked, and I’m so happy it did

4. My most hit is Beyond. Not really a competition, though, considering it has 24 chapters compared to the usual 1-3.

5. bring me down got way more feedback than expected! I thought for sure it would fade into the background considering how nuts the tf fandom was in the wake of One’s release (and given the prevalence of the M*gop shippers)—but it did unexpectedly well, and I’m proud of it

6. practiced ease is my favorite title, because I feel like it tells the story before you even read it. Second is pulse failure, because it actually uses the knowledge I got working at the car wash

7. There wasn’t one specific artist I used for chapter titles, but bring me down, rainbow, and nowhere to be all got their titles from songs:

8. I only wrote for Mareach and Oplita this year—though since two swords was written three years ago, and because Beyond also features Mareach, I think I technically gotta give “most written” to Mareach.

9. Favorite ship I wrote for? I can’t pick—not only did both ships practically raise me, but I feel like they’re the same ship with two different endings. I can’t pick!

10. on second glance took the least amount of time. First line to posting took about three hours. (Unfortunately it was 2 am)

11. (Excluding Beyond because it’s still ongoing,) nowhere to be took the longest. I attempted to write it in March, but scrapped it until December. Second longest goes to bring me down at three months, third to your fate is mine with two and a half

12. At least two in the list for next year—but I’m sure inspiration for more will come to me sooner rather than later.

13. *gestures vaguely to Beyond* Long enough for ya?

14. Shortest is rainbow, by four words. Second shortest is, hilariously, on second glance

15. Beyond, my baby, will be coming with me into 2025—don’t get me wrong, I might complain, but I love that this fic is basically my brand as a writer.

16. “fluff without plot”—I’m getting very close to adding it to Beyond

17. TF One Elita was the easiest to write. I was shocked by how well I could step into her shoes

18. Hardest? Easily one little Miles Tails Prower. My god WHY is his voice so difficult to capture well

19. Shoot. I wanna write Luiaisy. I just have a hard time coming up with original ideas, ya know? Their fandom’s already so good at it

20. I thought bring me down would age poorly, so I keep rereading it expecting the quality to go down. I’m surprised by how it hasn’t yet.

21. Ao3 counts all of Beyond toward this year, even the parts I uploaded last year, so my total kudos for this year is 540. Ik that’s not accurate but I like the number

22. Again, you cant really compete with Beyond because it’s so big—just passed 100 comments—but I am amazed by how well bring me down has done in that regard—53!

23. No, but I’d like to collaborate with people next year! (I’m just shy)

24. …shoot, does bring me down count as a gift for Odette? Since it was technically her idea?

25. Nope!

26. Gen fic is my most common. Mostly I write what I wanted to read as a kid, I think

27. Beyond and bring me down have their own playlists. Usually, if I’m writing anything else, it’s because there’s a song stuck in my head, so I’ll listen to that

28. Honestly, I appreciate them all—but pulse failure was so niche, and I actually got to write it while inside my car wash, so that one’s got a special place in my heart.

29. Favorite passages are a tie between this bit from Beyond—

—and this one from bring me down

30. Honestly? What’s surprised me most is just how many friends I’d make doing this. Thank you guys for being here, and I hope you’ll all stick around.

Love y’all

-jadeandroses/astralithium

#meet jade

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fordarkisthesuede · 1 year ago

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Fangs of Ouroboros - Chapter 2 - Digging Down to the Nitty-Gritty

Bet you didn't expect an update so soon, huh? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Before we begin, please remember that the Ao3 version is available for Ao3 members only. So please circulate the links!

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After "visiting" Penguin in prison to find out why he wanted to destroy a P.I.'s office, Bruce discovers that Oswald has been corresponding with a assumed-to-be-deceased Lady Arkham. With more questions than answers, and another mystery on top of the ones he's already saddled with, Bruce tentatively leaves Tiffany and John to solve at least one - who created the bomb in the first place?

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It only took two seconds from Bruce making his leave for John to try and sit in his chair.

One second too late.

“Hey, I wanted to sit this time!” he pouted, hands on his hips like a teenage girl.

“Too bad,” Tiffany shot back gloatingly, “You gotta be fast if you want to take the captain’s seat.”

John glowered, crossed his arms, and defiantly situated himself partway onto the left armrest. If he moved too much, he’d definitely elbow her in the face. And most likely wouldn’t feel bad about it. “So, how’s it lookin’, Captain Robin?”

The list of matches to the partial fingerprint was long. Waaay too long. “Bad.”

She attempted to filter out anyone arrested for previous explosive-related crimes, but there were still quite a few. Even when filtering out the dead ones. “Wow. Just life in Gotham, huh?”

John gave a derisive hee. “Tiff’, I’m a good juggler, but I didn’t get arrested for juggling crimes.”

He had a point, but she didn’t like the smug little smile he was looking down at her with. She wordlessly reset the filter for anyone with a background in firefighting, military, special effects, SWAT… Fifty-two potential suspects. Yikes.

“Of course, we’re just assuming they were ever arrested,” John commented.

“Are you kidding? Whoever they are, they definitely made this kind of stuff before.” She brought the 3D-image of the bomb over to the largest screen. She remembered what his homemade explosives were - essentially blocks of C4 with primitive (but accurate) timers attached to styrofoam heads. It was easier to show the example. “Look, the casing on this thing was custom-made. The timer was kind of cobbled-together, but the guy knew how to weld and solder right. See, the wires would have been really tight together. Like, practically perfect. The print was left in this tight area where he had to pick the explosive material up and connect it.”

John laughed - the kind where he actually found something funny. “You’ve been holding out on me! You’ve made one of these puppies?”

He reminded her of how one of her more distant relations would talk to her at the family barbeque when they found out what she did for a living. She wasn’t about to lie and tell him yes, even though she was sure she could make a duplicate any time she wanted. It would only give him ideas. “Not…exact-ly? But I know enough.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he added, looking strangely proud. “So why did it go kablooey early, then?”

Honestly, she wasn’t sure. The schematics Bruce and the AI pulled together looked almost perfect. Going by the remains of the board from the timer still attached to the very burnt-out wire, it likely wasn’t put in upside-down… But there was a gap above where the timer would have been. “Maybe it wasn’t,” she answered, “The timer might have had a shell cover.”

John hummed, pursing his lips and sitting back, but being mindful of her head. “So it could’ve been passed along with little Rocky none the wiser…”

“But it doesn’t make sense. Mr. Hartright is apparently just on vacation, and even if he goes into a coma, he could have cloud backups for his case files. Why destroy the office?”

“Well, either the bomb-maker hoped to kill whoever picked it up, or… Whoever ordered it specified the ‘wrong’ time.”

“I dunno, killing off his own men doesn’t sound like The Penguin…”

“No, it doesn’t…” John muttered, staring up at the list of suspects. “Any of our little rogue gallery in that list?” he asked, gesturing back to the glass cases of Batman’s foe-related memorabilia in the distance.

“‘Rouge gallery’?”

“What else do you call it? The Baddie Exhibit? The Scoundrel Repository? Villains on Display? Ha ha ha!”

“I dunno, I thought ‘Bruce’s weird trophy case’ was pretty on point,” she said with a shrug, filtering the search further for any major-player ‘rogues’. “And - doeeesn’t look like it.” A beat of silence between them, and she let herself ask what was practically dangling there: “You really think one of them could be doing this?”

John leaned his head back with an annoyed sigh. “At this point, everybody’s a suspect. I wouldn’t put it past any of ‘em…”

Tiffany looked back at the list. There was a section she had ignored, being so focused on the people who could match the partial fingerprint: recorded crimes where it was entered in as evidence. There might be something.

There were a few more cases than culprits. Only so many with bombs listed as evidence.

But jugglers don’t always get arrested for juggling crimes. Tiffany warily set the filter for anything excluding the arrested suspects.

One result returned.

“I honestly didn’t expect that to work,” she commented aloud, feeling John shift on the armrest. “Looks like our print shows up in a second-degree murder case from five years ago… Mary Dahl and Waylon Jones - convicted of murder, conspiracy to cover, desecration of a corpse by CANNIBALISM?!”

“Oh-h-h, THAT’s why they’re familiar!” John clapped his hands together. “That was a great news cycle!”

“‘Suspect Waylon Jones was discovered barbequing the victim’s thigh in open air by the circus’ trailer park.’ God, that’s disgusting!”

“Well duuuh. That’s what made it such a great case! No one could hide their disgust on camera!” John laughed. “I still remember that cop in the background puking in the grass, live!”

She wasn’t feeling too good herself, now that she thought about it. John wasn’t helping, joyfully reminiscing about the news coverage of the guy’s freezer. “Apparently he hadn’t eaten any pieces yet, but of course they slapped him with the hard charges anyway. Still don’t know why he never ended up in Arkham… I knew three guys like that inside! One told me it tastes gamey.”

She couldn’t take any more. “John. Shut up.”

“...sorry.”

Tiffany had learned enough ASL to translate his following hand gestures as “I’ll read silently”. “You better. I don’t want to get sick all over the keyboard.”

She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the background noise of rushing water behind her like Bruce had taught her as she covered her face with her hands. A deep breath in, focus fixed on the darkness of her eyelids as she dragged her fingers down the sides of her nose, and out. Another in - You can give it five minutes, and close it to pass to Bruce, she thought,You can do five minutes. - and out.

Mary Dahl, age 30, pleaded guilty to murder in the second degree. According to her statement, the victim, a local television producer by the name of Ben Uslan, came into her dressing room after following her from a magic act where she acted as the crowd participant. Ben made a pass at her (Tiffany felt a surge of sympathy with her disgust - Mary looked maybe seven), attempted to assault her, and Mary struck back (rightfully) with a glass whiskey decanter. Mary admitted to trying to cover up the crime by getting help from the circus’ sideshow-freak-slash-strongman, Waylon Jones, who dismembered and intended to eat the body.

Among the list of evidence was said decanter with the partial print found on the body of the rectangular glass, which was looked over when compared to Mary’s on the bottle neck. When the victim’s head was retrieved from the nearby wooded area (Tiffany grimaced and scrolled past the autopsy photo as fast as she could, only to have to go back up to read), Waylon took the blame for the second impact mark on the skull, claiming to have kicked it.

Tiffany leaned on the other armrest, trying to think while pushing the glimpse of the disgusting photo out of her mind. How the hell Bruce did this every day was a mystery itself. The waterfall was both too quiet to focus on and too loud. The coroner had stitched the head and hands back on like it was a sick puzzle put back together. The marks where a saw had cut through were so noticeable -

“Okay, I can’t take it - please say something!”

“They must’ve been close,” John said softly.

Tiffany looked over at him. John was staring at the page for Waylon Jones, which he’d clearly read to the bottom, with a sort of serious, contemplative look she’d never seen on him before.

“They both tried to take the fall for each other. You don’t see many people willing to do that.” It almost sounded like…he admired them. But surely John wasn’t that off-kilter. “That kind of dedication… It’s almost nice. You know,” he shrugged, his usual humor returning in a flash with one of his wider smiles, “if it weren’t for the attempted cannibalism-barbeque thing. So what did you find?”

“Aside from more nightmare fuel?” she asked rhetorically, breaking the weird mood he had built, “The print showed up on the murder-weapon, but no one mentioned a third person hanging around the scene.”

“And of course our good ol’ morons in blue completely ignored it.”

“Eeex-actly.” Tiffany crossed her arms and looked back at the long list of potential suspects. Things were becoming a little clearer, now that she was thinking aloud. “Someone here must have followed the producer and waited until Mary Dahl struck him. That, or they found him afterward and finished him off… But it sounds really stupid now that I say it.”

“Hey, anything’s possible!” John added cheerfully. “But I think you’re onto something, mon Capitaine – stalking to kill is classic.”

“Looks like there’s three people who used to work for Gotham TV here. Writer Lahn Myne, military-veteran turned cameraman Bonnie Behti, and special effects artist Garfield Lynns. Looks like there were some layoffs that year.”

“Mm-hmm… Hey, Tiffany.” (This was going to be a favor, wasn’t it? He hardly ever used her full name nowadays.) “What would you say to a little field trip?”

She wasn’t really sure where he was going with this. Knowing John, what he was planning was probably weirdly complex. “If you’re thinking we would have the time to visit all three,” she guessed, “you’re way off….for a lot of reasons.”

“Ha ha ha! No, no - what would be the point? It’s been five years! Any evidence is kaput, and I doubt we’d get a confession. No, I was thinking we’d try and get an eyewitness account.”

Yup. She knew it. Weird and complex. “You want to…what, visit the circus murderers in BlackGate? John, that’s…”

Crazy, she wanted to say. Completely asinine. But she stopped herself, remembering John didn’t like that particular word, and truthfully… It was crazy, but it might work. A witness who didn’t know they were one was more likely to be believed.

“...not a bad idea. Actually.”

John’s smile stretched to show all of his teeth. “I knew you’d get it! And if it doesn’t work, we’ll at least know we tried.”

“You know we won’t be able to just walk in as ourselves, though, right?”

“A-doy. We’ll be lawyers! I’ve got enough experience with ‘em to know what to say. You have a suit, right? I mean, I figured, since you do work in a world-renowned corporation…”

“I kind of just throw a blazer on top of most of my outfits,” she said slowly, “I’m not really a fan of the whole pencil-skirt-and-heels thing.”

John practically sprang up, phone in hand. “Nooo problem, I know just the gal to call…” He took a few steps away and held his free hand out, the monitor light glinting off the emerald setting in his engagement ring. “Sheesh, I better not get her voicema- Heya, Pumpkin! I’ve got a bit of a Bat-favor to ask…”

∞

It wasn’t so much the ride to The Redfur Theatre - Tiffany did enjoy weaving through traffic like it was nothing - but John’s reasoning for going in the first place. Apparently just meeting their one-woman costume department at her place wasn’t enough. Even though Tiffany could’ve sworn she’d heard the question ‘do you want me to meet you?’ on the other end of that call.

Nooo, John wanted options. And she wasn’t sure if she was annoyed about it because he had something of a point for the second time in a row (she certainly didn’t want to risk being recognized by anyone in BlackGate), or because this was just another diversion she had to deal with today. She was already a week behind schedule on the latest build project her engineering team had handed to them, and she got a notice about another pointless team meeting that she had to attend today.

Tiffany parked the motorcycle in the back alley, waiting to shut off the engine until John had hopped off with his usual flamboyance, and had only turned the ignition key when the backstage door opened.

“Jackieee!” John spread his arms wide not a moment before Jackie Lant practically slammed into him with a hug. “How’s my little slice of pumpkin pie? Look at you, going back to your roots!”

Jackie snorted into a short laugh at what Tiffany presumed was the bad joke about her hair color having returned to her natural fiery orange. “Don’t act surprised, J-man, you’ve seen my Snaps.”

“Like I’d ever miss out on a good pun,” John grinned. “Besides, you were a brunette when Robin saw you last!”

Jackie peeked around John to look at Tiffany, and her lightly-freckled face lit up with instant recognition. “Ah! Batman’s assistant!” she exclaimed with a smile, “I thought it was you in that suit… Back in the church, I mean.”

It kind of hit Tiffany that they never really met before. She saw her for the first time in the crypt-cum-abandoned-Owl-bunker as an antagonist who changed sides, and then briefly in the Court of Owl’s church basement as a well-armed ally. Everything she knew about Jackie Lant was learned vicariously through investigation notes and John.

And she had no idea what to say. It was kind of nice to see someone closer to her age in-the-know, but they were technically ‘working’. “Yeah, uh… You look good?” she settled on, hoping it didn’t sound weird.

“Thanks, things have been better since my student debt got mysteriously erased last Christmas. Kinda wish I’d known sooner than after the whole Owl fiasco, but…” she trailed into a shrug, still half-smiling. “I’m not complaining. Come on in, I’d like to get you two all dressed before everyone else decides to show up. I’m supposed to be finishing some of the background set pieces.”

“I thought you were an actress,” Tiffany pondered aloud, tailing alongside John.

“I am,” Jackie smirked over her shoulder, walking straighter. “You’re looking at this production’s Red Queen.” She showily fluffed a side of her curly orange French-style bob. “Mr. Tetch just loved my natural hair; like I knew he would. I just double as a set designer. And the occasional sound technician.”

“Small production,” Tiffany half-scoffed, hearing the exterior door squeal shut behind her.

“It’s a small theater. But it’s a good part and a director that gets you noticed. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t be renting a couch here. Well, except to see Matt cry in court.”

She assumed Jackie meant Matt ‘Clayface’ Chaney, aka her ex. Tiffany had seen part of the court proceedings for his murder charges as part of the Court of Owls back in July. He had, in fact, cried during his sentencing and proclaimed himself innocent despite everything to the contrary.

John grinned beside her. “Didn’t he also cry when you broke up with him after he was arrested?”

Jackie gave a dark sort of laugh. “Yeah, that was a good one… The press talked about that for days. He was totally messed up.”

“A thirty year life sentence will do that to you,” John said brightly, “And a couple of new scars,” he muttered with a wink over at Tiffany.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Even though she could label him a friend, she knew very well what it was like to get a scar from John. And from what she remembered, Matt had gotten two.

Even if he did kind of deserve it.

Jackie made a beeline for the long plastic costume rack in what was apparently her (and two other people’s) dressing room. It was a lot better looking than Tiffany had expected - the vanities were covered in makeup bottles and brushes and a professional looking case, but were otherwise clean, and old play posters and cast pictures were scattered around on the walls, the winking red fox face practically stamped in the corners. Only a few odd props were leaning against the walls and corners, all of which looked like they belonged to an Alice in Wonderland set. “We’ve got some stuff from a few indie shows still laying around… We should have something to fit that ‘lawyer’ vibe… Ah-ha!”

Tiffany had a dull yellow-brown tartan suit thrust in front of her. To say it was boring was a compliment. “Do you have…anything else?”

“Hang onto that and let me look.”

John, of course, was sifting through the adjacent rack like he was on speed. He already had two suits thrown over his arm.

“I think you can pull off khaki,” Jackie said, giving a suit a once-over and holding it up to Tiffany.

John made a playful noise of disgust, which Tiffany partially ignored.

“I think these pants and that patterned jacket will work,” Jackie added, “Give you that ‘I’m the junior partner in this firm’ vibe. Like you want to be your own person, but you know you have to look professional.”

“Why am I the junior partner?” Tiffany asked, shooting John a look.

“Because I’m older than you?” John offered, an eyebrow raised to match hers, “And I know more about what we’re getting into.”

Jackie rolled her eyes a little at this. “Don’t act too smart, John. Most people can smell over-acting a mile away.”

John gave her back a little glare, but didn’t do any more than pout. “Be right back,” he grunted.

“Don’t jinx it,” Jackie called back, shaking out the tan slacks and returning the unused pieces to the rack in one sweep. “Old horror movie rule,” she said with a slight smile. “I’m superstitious when I'm in any theater.”

She wasn’t the biggest fan, but more than once she and Barbara had a late night double-feature with the so-called classics. She knew a few ‘rules’. “I always liked ‘don’t ask who’s there’, personally.”

“Hah, I was dumb enough to ask that in Arkham once. It’s how I lost my ponytail. And speaking of hair,” Jackie began to steer her by the shoulder to the vanity, “take a seat, and I’ll get a wig fit.”

Before she could object, Tiffany found herself sitting in the old metal folding chair with a wig held up by her face.

“No, too long…” Jackie muttered, picking up another from the plastic case, “Can I ask something?”

Do I really have a choice? “…sure.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to visit BlackGate?” she asked, holding up another wig. “I know you’ve helped put away your share of criminals, but I know John is used to that kind of atmosphere. He’s…one of them, if you know what I mean.”

She knew what she meant. ‘You can take the man out of Arkham, but you can’t take Arkham out of the man’, as Iman had once put it to her. And truthfully, no, she wasn’t ready, despite the fact that she was used to dealing with some of Gotham’s worst as Robin. But she imagined it hadn’t been easy for Bruce when he wound up in Arkham the first time.

“Is anyone really ready for this?” she answered, “I’m not exactly doing it for fun.”

Jackie seemed to find that funny enough to give a little ‘hah’. “Well, you’ve got some brass, at least. What made you want to help Batman, anyway?” she asked, shaking out another wig, “I know I tried to kill someone and take their life’s work, but believe it or not, I really admire him. It’s why I didn’t put up a fight when he and ‘Joker’ found me last year. And I know why he helps him,” she added with a knowing little smile, “but I don’t know about you.”

Tiffany did not expect this today. She wasn’t sure how much she could tell her. Or if she should at all, with Jackie previously studying to be a psychologist. But she supposed that giving a simpler answer was better than none at all. “My…father worked for him. And when he died, I…wanted to find who killed him.”

Jackie draped the wig over Tiffany’s head, but she was paying close attention, her leaf-brown eyes brimming with empathy. Tiffany was reminded for a second of Bruce. His ability to multitask and scrutinize and understand.

“After I did, I still felt…kind of empty,” she said as honestly as she could. “But after learning about my father’s connection to Batman, I wanted to… To keep going, in his place. He believed in all of this. Helping clean up the city and save people. Make a difference.” That sounded cheesy when she said it aloud. “And I get to glide around the city and punch people who deserve it.”

Jackie smiled at that, adding another bobby-pin to keep the short ponytail wig in place. “I hear that. I lost a lot of people to the city, myself… Car accidents, murders, drive-by shootings, disease caused by shitty housing. Close your eyes for me,” she instructed, holding up a brush primed with a dark brown cream. It felt weird going on; Tiffany felt she should be moving her hands instead. (When was the last time anyone else had done her makeup? Senior prom?)

“What amazed me,” Jackie continued, working quickly, “was how Batman managed to solve so many cases the cops would’ve let go unsolved. I’d like to think if he were around back then, my childhood friend’s killer would’ve been found a lot earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” Tiffany said genuinely, not knowing what else to say. She could hardly tell her she’d known about that.

“You have nothing to feel sorry for.” Jackie glanced at her with something like distaste as she picked up an eyebrow pencil. Tiffany wanted to kick herself; John’s notes in the case files had said she didn’t like to feel pitied. “Neither of us could’ve done anything. Like you, I just try to keep their memories alive the best I can. It’s one of the reasons I act; outside of getting to be anyone else for a while, I mean. I add pieces of them into every role I play. The way they talked, or moved, or pronounced certain words. Even the way they held things… But you definitely got the long end of the stick in how to keep ‘em going,” she joked, “Your dad must’ve been awesome.”

He hadn’t been perfect. He had missed more school events for work since Batman showed up, and there were times Tiffany had wanted to call Bruce herself to tell him to stop keeping him so late. And she’d learned too late that he was an expert secret-keeper as well as more selfless than she’d thought. But…

“He was,” Tiffany answered, thinking of the hologram message he’d left for her. He knew she’d want to know the truth behind everything, and that she’d want to continue Batman’s work. He knew that she would understand. “I’m guessing yours…wasn’t so much?”

“You got it in one.” Jackie began swiping a concealer stick over Tiffany’s face in clearly well-practiced strokes. “My parents tried to stamp out my inner theater-geek by pushing me to get a degree in ‘something useful’,” she snorted. “But I went along with it because I thought I could help kids who had been through what I had. I took fewer classes a semester so the loans wouldn’t be so outrageous, but my Dad skirted back on his promise to help pay for some of them after my third year anyway - because it was ‘my’ responsibility now, or some shit.” A highlighter stick swept down her cheeks. “And I powered through it so I could graduate and get a ‘good’ job. Which led to that Arkham internship I’m sure John’s told you about.”

Tiffany seemed to both know too much and too little about how that whole mess ended. But not exactly from John. Bruce’s notes on the whole affair from last October were rather thorough. “He, uh, keeps Arkham life pretty private.”

Jackie’s thick, light eyebrows rose as she primed a pink blending sponge. “Really? He’s a weird guy… Did he tell you about how he got engaged to Bruce Wayne?” she smiled, “He told me the whole thing in excruciating detail.”

“Are you kidding? He didn’t shut up about it for a week, and I keep catching him looking at his ring.”

“Yeah, that sounds right.” The blending sponge felt odd, but Jackie worked quickly. “He must not want to scare you with the grittier details of what went on in the ol’ asylum. Which I think is dumb, because from what he’s told me, you can really kick some ass. You don’t seem to scare easy.”

The knowledge that John talked about her - and positively, apparently - felt weird. Unexpectedly nice, yet kind of concerning. “I’d like to think so,” she said, not wanting to talk about the rat incident in the Batcave.

“Then you’ll do just fine.” Setting powder brushed over Tiffany’s cheeks. “Just remember, you’re not Robin in this get-up. You’re a young, upcoming lawyer who wants to prove herself; serious, but empathetic. It’s important,” she stressed, dotting her nose, “to try not to put too much of yourself in the role. Sometimes, you can find yourself lost in it. I’m a prime example.”

Before she could ask her to elaborate, Tiffany heard the click of John’s shoes before he entered the room. “Okay, lesson learned today,” he grumbled, face not quite covered in the peach-tone he used before, “I still need a little mirror to finish doing this or my brain nopes out.”

“I can finish you up,” Jackie waved, smoothing a fruity-smelling gloss over Tiffany’s lips. I could’ve done this part, Tiffany thought as she sat stock-still. “You just need mascara and you’ll be set.”

John was very pointedly not looking in the oversized mirrors, choosing to face the doorway. Then, like he suddenly remembered she was there, he cast a sheepish sort of look over at them. “Uh, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

“Nah,” Jackie smiled, recapping the mascara and moving so Tiffany could finally go get change, “Just girl stuff.” Tiffany picked up the outfit she had been selected to wear and went out the way John came, not feeling like ‘Robin’ at all. Had she lost herself in her suit? Or, like Batman, had Robin been there all the time, visible only when she said or did things a certain way?

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Author Notes: One of the reasons I avoided doing this story for so long was because I wanted Tiffany and John to be able to work together without it feeling too awkward. In our Season 3 replacement story (AtBoM), John considers her a rival for Bruce's attention as well as bears a grudge for Bruce letting her go (and letting her work with him!) but force him back into Arkham, while Tiffany considers him too dangerous and "crazy" be trusted. Even though they eventually reached an understanding, in Season 4 (TToJ) Tiffany is still uneasy about him and John still makes a point to rub any attention he gets from Bruce in her face, which causes a huge rift in their budding friendship until they repair it at the end. Looking back at what my ideal-but-real-Season-3 would actually be (which would be a combo of all three of these stories), I could picture Tiffany and John's awkward attempts at getting along being charming on their own, and any scene of them saving the other from some harm a bit more impactful, but it would feel too rushed to get them to any trust-fall point. Not to mention Tiffany's own current arc concerning [redacted]. And in this final story, when shit hits the fan, I feel they should be able to trust each other more than they could've originally been written to in that alternate universe where Batman the TellTale Series: Season 3 actually exists to play. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

But enough about that! It's time for fun facts! In-between Seasons 3 and 4, I was thinking how nice it would be to have a short story with John and Bruce visiting the circus, wherein John gets along real well with the so-called "freaks" and they sort-of team up when some crime happens or something. I was reeeal fuzzy on the plot. All I knew was "oh man, it'd be great to see TellTale's version of Killer Croc…he could be part of a circus! Ooh, and we could add Babydoll, she never gets used - a TT-spin on her would be nice". It never went anywhere, of course, but while working on The Whole Nine Yards I decided to go ahead and work them into the plot for Season 5 because I love them. And because…ah, well, to avoid spoilers, let's just say it's because of reasons. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

I also stuck a couple of easter eggs in this chapter! For one, did you know that same two executive producers are alllways listed on every Batman film since Burton's? Benjamin Melnicker and Michael Uslan! Michael is apparently a huge bat-fan himself, but I didn't learn about any of this until I was searching for a funny homage to other Bat-media to make in a throwaway name. The second egg is "The Redfur Theatre" - the name is taken from the real Fox Theatre and Redford Theatre in Detroit. As the logo is a fox, this is a bit of a stretched joke regarding Tiffany's surname.

Finally, my darling readers, real talk time: this is the last time you get a weekly update. Please expect at least 2 weeks for the next one. But next time, we rejoin Bruce…and see some more of Joker's game.

#the perseverance project #fangs of ouroboros #telltale batman #batman the telltale series #batjokes #juce #telltale batjokes #john doe #tiffany fox #killer croc #mary dahl #Jackie Lant #cannibalism mention #canon typical violence #so many references so little time #yes that is an infinity symbol as a spacer this time around #👀#trying to put the spacer in the damn middle but it keeps reverting in the drafts!!! >o<

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dedfandom-xwx · 2 years ago

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Hey this is me rambling at 4am so if you don’t wanna hear my random stuff then just skip over this post, but if you do then read under the cut. Idk what this is gonna contain and it might turn into a vent or get very opinionated so please so hate on me I just wanna ramble 😭👍

Okay but like can we just talk about Noel Gruber and Mischa for a second? Or like, Eddie Dear and Frank Frankly? I just realized Eddie and drink don’t have the same last name even though they’re married. I know some people like don’t change their name and that’s like totally cool and everything like no shame but I had no clue at first that they were married. Do they even have rings…? Idc if they do or not their designs are so friggin cute. I wanna hurdle a specific VR skin of Eddie into a wall though.

ANYWAYS, Noel and Mischa, am I right? That is true best friend energy right there. So silly goofy. A angry SoundCloud rapper and a romantic gay being. I never thought better energy would come from two characters.

i started to try animating. I made a little Home animation and I’m hoping to post it soon. Took me about 2 hours. It’s my first ever animation I’m actually a little proud of so please no throwin shame 🥲

ALSO I also wanna talk about how funny some of the word in the English language are. I know we kinda steal a lot of words from other places and like a lot of Latin words and stuff like that. But tell me, how in the fresh heck did we come up with words like the ones in science on the table thingy that I can’t spell correctly the one with all the boxes and colors and stuff?? (I know what it’s called but i just can’t spell it.)

Oaiajekeowowiwiwiwhwhwhwjskaopworurhrnxnxnxncgdbsjslalwiw

the current worm in my brain: Tick, Frank Frankly, and Sam Winchester for some reason??

man do I love supernatural. I also really like Friends and Big Bang Theory and Good Omens and Unsolved Mysteries and stuff like that. THATS what you call quality content.

i wish people would ask me more questions. Random Ik. I hate talking about myself but I like to answer peoples questions. Is there something wrong with me for that??

i really should log off and get some sleep but I don’t feel like it. This is a loooooooong ramble. I should probably shut up or som.

OKAY but physical pain. Like why. I just want to ride roller coasters and not feel like I’m gonna cry every two seconds when I’m trying to sleep.

when you meet a buisness man you must stake him by the hand

I wanna lick a book. Like one of the really old ones with canvas covers. Feel like it’s taste good.

I feel like Sundrops pants would be such a bad texture. Probably grimy and yucky and like a potato sack.

YUPPEE

In my life, I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But in my dreams I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France!

not gonna say the next line cause it’s a bit SuGeStIvE I guess

why are suggestive songs such a bop. Like you take away the lyrics or listen to piano versions and I’m head banging like I’m at a rock concert like it’s that good. For example, Say No To This from Hamilton. Or ofc, Noel’s Lament from RTC. BANGERS BRO. As an ace person, yeah a little uncomfy BUT THEYRE SO GOOD WKSGSISNWBSOSK

I wanna eat fries

I need sleep

WE ALLLLL HAVE A WOOOOORM IN OUT BRAAAAAAAAAAIN

I’m legit crying over SIOB rn why am I like this if didn’t even watch the episode kasoajwosgsiswdns

imma try to end this ramble here. If you make it this far, you’re amazing. Hope you’re having a nice day/night/evening/afternoon! 🫀🫀

and an apple for Wally 🍎

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I played my first show this past Wednesday- 4 original songs and 2 covers. I’m so proud of myself, even though the usual demons are already hounding me to figure out what’s next because life isn’t happening quickly or spectacularly enough for them.

This time last year I was in a deep depression with no clue how I’d ever get my life back on its rails or whether I’d be able to actually accomplish any of the things I wanted to do. I’d put a lot of time and energy into playing guitar but I didn’t know how to make the leap to performing my own material.

I’ve been going to open mic for 6 months now, hoping I’d eventually have the skill and guts to play my own show. One fine day a couple weeks ago a friend of mine was putting together a lineup at a local bar and I took a shot and said I’d love to play. She very graciously booked me to open even though I don’t have any music released. I did the dang thing, got paid $50 and a friend of mine said she really liked one of my songs!

Anyway, I’m terrible about celebrating my wins and I needed this reminder to bask. 🥹

If you have achieved something, please remember to observe a mandatory period of basking in the warm glow of your achievement like a lizard on a stone, lest you teach your brain that effort is futile, actually, because it didn't get to enjoy its happy chemicals, so, naturally, nothing good ever comes of trying. (And no, avoiding punishment is not a reward!)

I recommend, like, 5% of basking time in relation to whatever time you invested into achieving the thing minimum. And if you can't make your own bask, friend-brought is fine (= tell your friends!).

#mental health #life advice #indie music #the artists way #singer songwriter

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swtchaeos · 6 months ago

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Chapter 3 : The last rush

so now for the last few days i don’t have notes but i (july 14th aurore) can tell you what went on in the last few days

I worked Monday 8th / Tuesday 9th and Wednesday 10th and i went out on monday night so i had 2 nights to try and get stuff done

On the 8th :

There was yet again another attempt of me filming myself (outside) which was a big fail

On the 9th & the 10th :

Tried to watch the untamed both nights and got interrupted again twice 💀

At least i got the idea for chapter 2 but needed to make it happen

On the 11th :

I went on vacation meaning : i had time in the morning to get ready then i spent 5hrs on a train

I filmed in the morning (really quickly but managed to have footage)

then i had time to edit on the train

I also managed to watch the first ep of the untamed 🥳🥳 and bc of my many failed attempts i actually think i managed to understand much more than the first attempt 😭 i wanted to continue badly but no time 😭

July 12th :

i got up earlier than others (it’ll make sense when i can update you) so i finished editing my video 🥳

July 13th :

I had resting time in the afternoon and bc everyone was napping and i can’t nap i managed to get started on the idea i got on the 10th of making flashcards so i took like 3hrs reading and screenshotted some of our conversations 😭 and i don’t think i even covered 30% of what we’ve said over 4 YEARS now i know why i made that my first year present with my bestfriend bc damn 4 years of messages is way too long

i’m not gonna spoil the content though bc i’m quite proud of myself 😌

July 14th

i made the bday thread (its in my drafts rn and i am currently writing this bc one bday tradition can be missing but not 2 🥺) i also have a plan now so be on the lookout 👀 (this is becoming so cryptic)

I need to prepare the message and obsly set my alarm at 6 😌 (you cannot convice me otherwise i really hope i’ll wake up 😭)

I hope you like your presents ! Have the best day and i cannot wait to be able to talk about everything with you 🫶🫶 much love ✨💕

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ira-407 · 1 year ago

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How to School Me Better: Recounting Math

[Image description: The cover for the book Math Curse by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith. A kid is falling down a spiral of numbers.]

The image is the cover of a book Math Curse that our teacher read to us in 3rd grade. It does a good job of showing how math appears in many facets of our lives, but also how math can be very overwhelming for many people.

This is a big one. It’s also a very interesting story. I fluctuated anywhere between being in a pull-out math class in late elementary/early middle school to being in AP statistics in high school. I’m proud of the progress I made in those years, but I also don’t think the advanced math courses were really my speed. For most subjects in K-12, I felt like the basic level was too easy (and often had the obnoxious kids in them) while the advanced levels were anywhere between a little and way too hard. Apparently many other ACs felt this way too. This was especially true in my ninth grade math class, which was a fucking nightmare in hindsight. Small classroom, thirty-five people in one class, one single teacher who was replaced halfway through the year, and a state test that only about 60% of the total students in the entire state passed. Those are amazing numbers, I’ll tell ya. I barely passed by the skin of my teeth that year. It was probably the closest I came to failing a class. During the subsequent years of high school, I definitely didn’t struggle as much, but also was far from a star student in math. The math classes I took in college were easy enough for me to skate by quite well in them, though I did get B’s instead of A’s even then. Here’s some things that worked well in particular:

Having formulas readily available

Walking the class through problems step-by-step

Finding ways to apply the math we learned to the real world (ex: graphing projects, budgeting, spreadsheets)

Hands-on measurement activities

Mnemonic devices

Here are things that didn’t work well:

Long problems that required lots of spacing on scratch paper

Teaching entire chapters (or 2 entire chapters) within only three weeks before an exam

Word problems

Expecting us to learn the material by solely doing the homework and classwork

That last one was really only something one teacher did, and it was in the aforementioned ninth grade math class. Word problems in theory work, and are a good way of contextualizing what you learn as it applies to the material world. However, the way many word problems were worded was confusing, perhaps intentionally so. Many word problems require some kind of visualization. Now I’m actually very good at that. The problem is that it’s easy to get lost in specific details, and if a word problem uses words I don’t know, then I can’t visualize it. This is particularly an issue when it comes to anything geometry related. Teaching so much content within three weeks (or even less in some cases) before testing us on it is misguided at best and outright sadistic at worst. Some people can definitely keep up with that pace, but many can’t. I certainly couldn’t. This applies to any other subject in which exams were commonplace. There seems to be the unspoken principle in advanced classes that if you are at that level, then you should be able to keep up with a faster pace and a larger workload, which I not only think is emphatically false, but is an unhealthy mindset to have. More often than not, it leads to burnout. Whether the burnout happens while taking the classes or after graduation, it definitely happens. Pacing especially applies to a subject for which practice is vital, and math is certainly one of those. Now I don’t necessarily think this means there should be homework for math in particular and not for other subjects. I don’t think homework should be a thing, period. There are ways to practice math while in class, and test mastery of the material, without using homework or tests. There are self-paced math classes. I could’ve tried that in college, but ultimately didn’t do it. Not everyone learns the same things at the same pace. Especially not something like math. Math often has different levels of instruction before other subjects in school do for this reason. However, this still means that regardless of if you’re in special ed, standard, or accelerated math, you and the rest of your classmates are going at a set pace. A class of thirty-five students is sure as hell not going to all keep up in equal amounts, but neither is a class of six, or even three. I know this, having been in both of those extremes. Khan Academy’s math course seems to be pretty great and is self-paced. We used pieces of it in some of my classes. It still doesn’t fix the core issues of being forced to learn and practice enough to be able to pass a test on such a tight schedule. I think the skills learned in math class can be applied more directly to “real world” skills than they usually are. Math projects were a good way of doing this. Why not focus more on that instead of simply testing the hard knowledge? There’s a lot of talk about how we aren’t taught to balance checkbooks or how to pay taxes. Both of these things can easily be projects in a math class. Same with cooking. Yes, we had culinary and business classes, though what we would do in those classes was a lot less defined and certain since they were specials. There’s no reason not to combine aspects of these courses more closely.

TL;DR-Math was a subject I made a lot of good progress on over time in school, yet still struggled with in many ways. The pacing at which the math was taught to us as well as the way it was taught made a lot of concepts harder to understand than if there was more practical application of them, which does exist in classes that are electives. There should be more effort put towards bridging the two.

#how to school me better #school #math #education #education reform

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blueseakelp · 4 years ago

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well. it’s in review at least.

#i’m hoping i don’t regret this #i nitpick recordings and songs #and it’s worse because it’s my own voice instead of an instrumental #it’s already there though and i’m not gonna delete it #inserts the ‘guess i’ll die’ meme #hhhhhh #music production tings #i’m actually really proud of the cover though even though it took me like 2 minutes to do

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years ago

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Hello there! I saw your sayaka profile pic and my heart did a tiny tippy tap! And THEN i saw your shinobu cover photo and I SCREAMED. We stan a multifandom queen! Anyway, I saw your requests were open. I hope you dont mind me requesting for a oneshot (with a future part 2 if some people are willing and depends on demand too but i am happy with whatever) for shinobu x female reader in which the reader may be a hashira trying to capture shinobu's attention (which the reader already has but is oblivious as hell to it) and the reader makes attempts to make shinobu fall for her like giving her flowers and makes romantic advances (shinobu is already is but is trying to tone it down or else her heart will burst) but then one day the reader is sent on a mission and had to leave in haste but ofc she sent a proper goodbye to shinobu before leaving. Then it takes atleast a week or more before the readwr actually returns and is injured, shinobu then sees the reader and is heartbroken and does everything in her might to save the reader at which at one point we see shinobu breaks her cold and fake smile facade and she starts crying since she almost lost the reader. The reader then says "so you DO like me!" And shinobu just goes like "ofc i do i already fucking love you" or something😭 THIS WAS TOO LONG I AM SO SORRY i just noticed a tiny lack of shinobu oneshots sksksksksksk

You Do Like Me!

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Yayyy tippy taps😊! Hope this is alright. Gets a little angsty when Reader comes back injured, but everything turns out alright. Word Count: 2,708

“Good afternoon, Shinobu. You’re looking as lovely as ever.” (Y/n) complimented her fellow Hashira as she sat beside her. In the distance behind Shinobu, she could see Mitsuri giving her a double thumbs up and Obanai watched her with one brow raised. So far so good.

An amused hum left Shinobu’s lips and she gave (Y/n) a coy side glance.

“You flatter me, (Y/n). How was your last mission? I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It went well! I, um, I met this old woman selling her wares on the side of the road. Turns out her husband blows glass and he makes really beautiful glass trinkets,” she dug into her breast pocket and pulled out a little velvet bag, presenting it to Shinobu, “I saw this one, and it reminded me of you, so I got it for you!”

Shinobu took the bag as if it was package of significant importance, which to her, of course it was. Anything that came from (Y/n) was like a blessing from a goddess in her book. It was becoming even more difficult for her not to blush at even the slightest touch. Knowing that (Y/n)’s attention was almost always reserved for her made her feel like she had her own personal sun.

She opened the drawstring and emptied the bag’s contents into her open palm. An intricately crafted sculpture of smooth, colorful glass about as tall as her index finger rolled across her skin. It appeared to be a bonsai tree with a couple butterflies resting upon it. It was very sweet.

“I thought it might look nice on your desk or a shelf or something. It you put it where the sun can touch it, the colors are supposed to reflect off of nearby surfaces.” (Y/n) explained. Shinobu was glad her fellow Hashira had something to talk about because she was having difficulty finding words of her own.

“…It’s a very sweet gift, (Y/n). Thank you very much. I will be sure to put it somewhere that I may see it every day and think of you.” Shinobu was proud of how she managed to keep her voice even, and even prouder of how her words seemed to fluster (Y/n) and make her teeter on her knees.

“I’m glad you like it!” (Y/n) stuttered, her heart threatening to leap out of her throat. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her, so she faced front to where the Master was sure to appear soon and distractedly ran her fingers through the pebbles that littered the ground.

Shinobu watched her and sighed inwardly. She often caught herself wondering when the romantic gestures, gifts and sweet compliments would come with something more. She knew (Y/n) had feelings for her, as she was constantly vying for her attention. It just so happened (Y/n) did have her attention and had won it some time ago, yet she still hadn’t attempted to go further. It was starting to make Shinobu a little crazy. She would take matters into her own hands, but she knew she had a tendency to be a little intense. She didn’t want to come off too strong. So, she waited for (Y/n) to take that next step. Hopefully, it would be sooner rather than later. Surely (Y/n) must know her feelings were reciprocated, right?

Right?

The Master’s eldest daughters came out to announce their father’s arrival and then it was back to business. She quickly popped the glass sculpture back in its bag and slipped it into her breast pocket. Then she bowed beside (Y/n), making sure their shoulders gazed. She felt (Y/n) stiffen before relaxing once more and smiled at the pebbles beneath her as Gyomei greeted the Master.

“Hello my children,” Ubuyashiki greeted them warmly, “it does my heart good to have all of you here in good health. Let’s begin so you may go to your homes to rest. Who would like to share the results of their mission first?”

Each Hashira shared their findings, disappointed to say they had no definitive leads pointing to Kibutsuji. However, there were whispering of a hideout somewhere near the coast of Mount Fuji. To investigate those claims, Ubuyashiki asked (Y/n) and Giyuu to travel there for reconnaissance. The mission was only to take a survey of the land, but it still made Shinobu worry. She wished Oyakata-sama would have considered her for the mission so she could keep an eye on (Y/n).

When the meeting concluded, no one seemed interested in hanging around to catch up, as they were all exhausted and wanted to go home before they were called to their next missions.

“(L/n)-san, our mission…”

“I’ll catch up in a minute, Tomioka-san. Go ahead.”

Shinobu did her best to calm her heart as (Y/n) jogged to catch up to her. She met her efforts with a smile.

“Hey.” (Y/n) matched Shinobu’s smile and walked along side her with a bit of a skip in her step.

“Hey.” Shinobu parroted with a teasing lilt, brushing her shoulder against (Y/n)’s arm.

“So you know I’ve got a mission to get to. I just wanted to say goodbye real quick before I head out on the road.”

“No goodbyes.” Shinobu admonished gently, poking (Y/n) in her side and making her squirm. “Only be back soons or see you laters. You won’t keep me waiting long, will you?”

“No! Never! I mean, it shouldn’t take to long, just a little light digging. I’ll be back to bothering you before you know it!”

Shinobu chuckled and stopped walking, causing (Y/n) to come to a halt as well. Feeling especially bold in that moment, she cupped (Y/n)’s jaw and grazed her fingers over the rapidly heating skin.

“You never bother me. I’ll be eagerly awaiting your return.” She promised.

Shinobu had no trouble melting into the hug she suddenly found herself in. Her arms moved of their own accord, wrapping around (Y/n)’s neck. It was nice, she didn’t want to let go. Unfortunately, (Y/n) pulled back not even a minute later.

“I’ll be back soon then.” (Y/n) nodded, taking a couple steps back to put some semblance of personal space between them.

“See you later.” Shinobu nodded in return. “Be safe.”

“I will!” (Y/n) threw a backwards wave Shinobu’s way as she ran off to catch up with Giyuu.

Shinobu watched her go until she could not see her anymore and then continued her trek home. Feeling the weight of the glass sculpture against her chest, she hoped (Y/n) would be able to come home soon.

***

It had almost been two weeks since (Y/n) and Giyuu were sent off on their reconnaissance mission and Shinobu was beyond upset. She would never let it show on her face, but she was in agony as every new day came with no news. Without anything she could do about the situation, she spent more time working to distract from the rage building within her.

She sat in her office, organizing prescriptions and charts all night until dawn began to paint the edges of the sky. She paused her writing, noting the shimmery green color reflecting upon the back of her hand. She put down her brush so she could pick up the little glass bonsai tree and stare at it longingly. She wrapped her fist around it, before resting it against her lips. Her eyes closed for the first time in over twenty-four hours. However, they quickly snapped open again when Aoi burst through her office door.

“Shinobu-sama, (Y/n)-sama is in critical condition. Tomioka-sama just brought her in, come quickly—!” Aoi had blinked and Shinobu was gone as if she hadn’t been in the room at all. She had no time to waste, she closed the office door once more and ran back in the direction of the hospital ward to assist her Master in anyway that she could.

Shinobu had sprung to action as soon as she heard (Y/n) was in critical condition. She had to try extra hard to keep her total concentration breathing in check, she had to stay calm, she had to stay calm. Only immature people can’t control their emotions, only immature people—

So much blood.

Shinobu paled. Forget total concentration, it was taking everything in her just to remember how to breathe.

Tomioka stood above (Y/n), pressing down on a particularly deep wound on her abdomen while Kakushi circled around gathering the necessary supplies. His sleeves and chest were covered in blood, but Shinobu could judge based on his current position that none of it was his own.

“What happened?” Shinobu asked harshly, her breathing noticeably heavy as she tried to keep herself from breaking.

Giyuu kept his hands firmly in place, but turned to look at Shinobu over his shoulder with a subtle look of sorrow and sympathy that only Shinobu would notice.

“The lead was a set up. No Kibutsuji, no hideout, but there was a Lower Moon. We got split up.”

“What kind of excuse—!” Shinobu bit her tongue. She couldn’t blame Giyuu for this. If she knew him as well as she thought she did, he was already beating himself up. “I’m sorry, just get out. I have her now. Rest, you’ve done everything you could.”

Giyuu’s hands were replaced with Shinobu’s. Her breathing stuttered as blood covered her palms. She had been in similar situations countless times, but she refused to relive it again with (Y/n) being the one beneath her.

“(Y/n)? Wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up!” She commanded.

Those kind eyes she loved remained closed no matter how hard she yelled. The Kakushi moved around her doing their jobs as best they could though they were frightened by the fury in Shinobu’s eyes, the tears that could no longer be held behind the Hashira’s seemingly impenetrable wall. Though they would never admit it, she was becoming more of a liability than an asset at this point.

“Shinobu-sama!” Aoi scolded, taking a tight hold of one of Shinobu’s bloodied wrists. She knew her Master was hurting, they all were, but she couldn’t let her carry on like this. “You can’t help her like this, pull yourself together or get out so we can do our job!” She knew she was being cruel, but it was just what Shinobu needed to hear.

“Forgive me, Aoi.” She murmured, “You’re right.” She looked down at (Y/n)’s pained face and chastised herself internally. She wasn’t going to save (Y/n) by crying over her. She took a deep breath through her nose and began taking stock of the operating room. “Prepare several bags of O negative blood for transfusions.”

“Already ahead of you.” Aoi nodded, determined.

They worked throughout the day and sometime when the moon was back high in the sky, they were able to stabilize (Y/n) and move her into an intensive care room. Shinobu stopped by Giyuu, who was being treated for minor injuries in the infirmary, to force herself to apologize to him and let him know that (Y/n) was pulling through.

Then, she went back to (Y/n)’s room and sat on the edge of her bed, clasping one of her hands between her own. She watched (Y/n)’s chest rise and fall attentively, making sure each breath was strong and unobstructed. With a shaky breath of her own, she rose (Y/n)’s hand to her lips and kissed it before resting it against her forehead and closing her eyes. She was so tired, but she sure as hell wasn’t leaving (Y/n)’s side for another moment.

She removed her hair clip and anything else on her person that would bring discomfort before sliding under the sheets beside (Y/n). She kept (Y/n)’s wrist secured in her grasp so she could feel the slow beat of her pulse. Shinobu exhaled against (Y/n)’s fingers in hopes of warming her up. Her skin was still cool to the touch after losing so much blood. If not for the injuries (Y/n) had sustained, Shinobu would have cuddled closer. She settled herself as close to (Y/n) as she dared, and fell asleep counting the beats of (Y/n)’s pulse.

***

Over the next couple days, Shinobu couldn’t be pulled away from (Y/n) for more than an hour a day. She felt childish and selfish, but at the same time she believed she earned the right to be a little selfish. She was done playing around. When (Y/n) finally woke up, Shinobu was going to tell her in no uncertain terms that she loved her and then lovingly beat the shit out of her for scaring her so badly.

She had just returned from a light meal and a soak at the bathhouse as per Aoi’s insistent nagging, and sat on the edge of (Y/n)’s bed feeling admittedly refreshed, yet tired after soaking in the steamy water.

She took (Y/n)’s hand as was routine and checked her pulse, smiling tenderly. The beat was getting stronger all the time. She pressed a kiss to (Y/n)’s open palm and then snuggled in beneath the covers as was common for her these days. She closed her eyes and hummed a small sound of satisfaction for the warmth that had been absent for the first several hours after (Y/n)’s surgery.

She had developed a habit of counting (Y/n)’s bpm so she began to hone in on the thrumming of (Y/n)’s pulse and her forehead wrinkled the slightest bit.

When did her pulse get so fast?

Worried, Shinobu sat up and hovered over (Y/n), checking her temperature, her bandages, until she finally perceived the unbelieving, yet mirthful eyes watching her work.

“You do like me.” (Y/n) would have loved to put more energy into her delivery, but her throat felt sore. There was also the possibility that this was a drug induced dream or Giyuu hadn’t been able to get her back in time and she was dead.

Shinobu’s mouth opened and closed for a few beats like a fish before she took (Y/n)’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply.

Oh, she was certainly dead. This was too good to be true.

Shinobu broke away and after a few short gasps of air she gave (Y/n) the most furious look she had ever seen on the other girl.

“Of course I like you, I fucking love you, (Y/n)! I have for a long time!” She said, not quite yelling, but it certainly wasn’t her regular tone either.

“You, you do?” (Y/n) was feeling light headed. Between her injuries, the kiss and the confession, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Yes! Really, I can’t believe you could be so oblivious. All of your attempts to capture my attention, yet you somehow couldn’t tell that you already had it?”

“I, I guess not. Why didn’t you say anything?” Shinobu was still brushing noses with her and she was amazed she could even speak at all with Shinobu’s intense stare swallowing her up.

“I was hoping you would, but you had your chance. Do you have any idea how badly you scared me? You almost broke my heart!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Shinobu heard the tremor in (Y/n)’s voice and knew immediately that she had to ease up. She was upset, but that gave her no right to cause (Y/n) any distress. She didn’t want to do that to begin with. She stroked (Y/n)’s cheeks with her thumbs.

“I know you didn’t. I’m sorry for yelling.”

Cautiously, (Y/n)’s hands reached up to caress Shinobu’s biceps and shoulders. When Shinobu relaxed, (Y/n) flashed a weak smile.

“I worried you, I’m sorry too.”

“It’s alright sweet girl. It’s not your fault,” Shinobu kissed (Y/n)’s nose and shifted to lay back down beside her, “It is exhausting to worry for so long though.”

“Are you falling asleep?”

“Probably, is it alright that I stay here?”

“I would be sad if you didn’t.”

Shinobu chuckled and her eyes slipped shut. She fell into a relaxed level of sleep that she hadn’t encountered in weeks. (Y/n) didn’t take long to follow suit, still exhausted from her battle and the surgeries she had undergone.

When Aoi came into the room to help Shinobu change (Y/n)’s bandages she found them both in peaceful slumber with peaceful smiles upon their lips.

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Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

#obey me headcanons #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #headcanon

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bunny-rambles · 3 years ago

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OMG I HAVE A BRILLIANT REQUEST, OMAY SO SCARAMOUCHE AND HIS GF MODERN AU, THERES THIS JOB WHERE ITPAYS LICK A BUNCH LOAD TO TAKE CARE OF THESE LIL KIDS AND SCARA AND THE READER WAS LIKE; “this will be so easy” AND WHEN THEY WENT TO THE JOB, IT WAS TERRIBLE. THE KIDS WERE WAYYY TO HECTIC. (omg the kids could be the other fatuis as babies OR ANYONE ELSE FROM GENSHIN) and thats where scara began hating children.

-🥸

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“Scaramouche, and the tale of Babysitting.”

notes: a gift for the lovely toe, your name came from a joke but, in all seriousness, your little messages of encouragement really motivated me. You got through finals, and I’m proud of you, so enjoy this absolute mess of a fic. It’s just as chaotic as you <3 reader is gender neutral, but other than that, enjoy your gift

Characters included: (you!) Scara,

The children: Childe(5), Bennett(4), Itto(6), Razor(4), Albedo(5), Kazuha(3), Diluc(7), Kaeya(6), ( I picked some chaotic characters and some calm ones to even things out, not everyone is included but I might do a part 2 with characters I missed if I feel motivated enough)

CW/TW: children, mentioning of babies/starting a family, cursing, minor mention of blood, but it’s mostly just crack/fluff and the babies/kids being a nightmare for reader & Scara. Fluff and general shenanigans, but I warn you, this whole story is a mess, possibly cursed, but I low-key love it.

Extra: honestly, this is just crack. I’m sorry if it’s not written the greatest but I tried my best, I hope you enjoy <3

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“... Have… Have you been stealing children?”

“Why would I want to steal a bunch of brats- OW! KNOCK IT OFF GINGER!”

The scene you just walked in on was one of absolute chaos.

You and Scaramouche had been dating for a while now, and were already sharing an apartment. Despite your boyfriend's standoffish behaviour, your private lives were actually pretty quiet. You rarely argued, you both shared chores… Apart from the lack of attention he gave to you because of his job, he was almost the perfect boyfriend.

Almost.

This was where that word was important. Sometimes you’d come home to Scara doing something for his colleagues such as pet sitting, or looking after their younger siblings. Most of the time, things went well, and it was nothing you couldn’t handle. But this…

“How many did you say you’d look after?!”

“I only said yes to two of them, and then Signora had to open her mouth and tell everyone about it- DON'T CHEW ON THAT!” He was already picking up one of the children, trying to tug a wire out of his mouth. This one in particular acted more like a puppy when they were teething instead of an infant, you noted as you watched him nibble on your partner's sleeve.

“Why didn’t you say no?”

“Why do you think?! I thought it would be easy money! Now I’m stuck here trying to tame a bunch of…feral animals!”

You finally took a real look at your shared home and couldn’t help but stare in horror. Your beautiful, pristine white walls were covered in scorch marks and scribbles, the floor stained with paint, blood and scratch marks. You even saw a hole that went through a painting that was on your wall.

“What the f-”

You were interrupted by what you could only describe as demonic laughter. Your eyes trailed over to the voice, raising an eyebrow at what you saw. You watched as a small ginger child tied Scara’s shoelaces together, and then proceeded to witness him fall hard on his ass after putting ‘puppy boy’ down.

“You aren’t really supposed to wear shoes indoors anyway…”

“Shut up!”

So, after a few moments of ‘wrangling the beasts’, your lover called it, you managed to count 8 of them in your household.

The calmer ones, Diluc and Albedo, were nothing short of little angels. You didn’t need to worry about them, even though you were sure the blonde was trying to take apart something that he was hiding in his hands. In fact, you had heard the red head put a few of the children in their place once or twice, but after the fourth time he had given up and went to do his own thing. which looked like playing chess by himself.

Then, the brats and pranksters, Itto, Kaeya and Childe. The ‘demons’ who had made it their personal mission to make your boyfriend's life for the next 12 hours a living hell. ‘The ginger one is the worst.’ Your lover told you, glaring down at the small child half his size, who was innocently grinning back at him. little shit-

You had assumed the destruction of your living room was because of them, but no. The outliers were the other three. Bennett, Razor and Kazuha. Kazuha was the youngest, so only the small scribbles of jumbled words were his doing. But poor Bennett, it seemed everything he touched just exploded or set on fire. Every single electrical device he had managed to get his hands on had gone up in flames. Your toaster, your microwave, even one of your hairdryers. You almost didn’t believe Scara when he was explaining all this, but after you had witnessed one of your light bulbs exploding after the infant had merely touched a lamp, that was enough evidence for you. And Razor… Well, it was more like looking after a puppy. His nails looked more like claws, and his teeth were like sharp little needles. So, the blood stains? That was a mix of Bennett falling over and scraping his knee, and a brawl two of the infants had. You noted the tallest kid, Itto, had a bloody nose by the time you had come home. And chunks of ginger hair were stuck in his long fingernails. You could take a wild guess as to who he was fighting…

“How long do you have to do this exactly… If it’s any longer than 24 hours we won’t have a house left.” You heard a heavy sigh next to you, your boyfriend's incoherent, angry mutterings under his breath barely heard over the screeches of children.

“Just for the night. Any longer and I’ll personally throw these… Creatures… Into their owner's faces.”

“They’re just kids, babe…”

He looked offended when you finally glanced at him. “Have you seen what they’ve done? Signora put a curse on me, these aren’t kids!”

You did have to admit that, although ‘creatures’ was a bit harsh, these were no ordinary infants.

“Maybe they’re just hungry?” Children were known to act up when they were hungry, it wasn’t that bad of a speculation. You rose from your seat and made your way to the kitchen, and unsurprisingly, a few of them toddled along behind you. You were surprised to see even the quietest, Albedo, had joined the gangle of misfits. “So you were hungry! Alright boys, what do you want? There’s plenty of options!” You had tried your best to be cheerful and positive, despite feeling rather miserable that everything in the living room was now almost completely destroyed.

“Cookies!”

“Chocolate!”

“Cake!”

“Ice cream!”

“Candy!”

You were hoping for something without sugar, as you didn’t want to deal with a hoard of screaming children high off of E numbers. But even you didn’t expect the small blonde to peak his head out from behind Itto, a hopeful look on his face.

“Please?” He asked quietly, and your heart melted. You were about to say yes, but your partner beat you to it.

“No way in hell. Don’t even think about it.”

You pulled back leaning down towards the blonde, looking at your boyfriend with a pout of your own. You knew he was right, it was a recipe for disaster, but when you had multiple pairs of puppy eyes staring up at you, it was hard to refuse.

“But…”

“Not. Happening.”

You sighed. There was no winning this. “Alright, alright… Pizza then?”

“Fine.” Grumbled the short, grouchy man as he stalked back to the wrecked living room. You waited a moment before looking down at all the sad, pouty faces staring back at you.

“How about I make some hot cocoa with marshmallows for you all instead?” That seemed to perk everyone up. Even Childe was grinning like a maniac, you might add from ear to ear, even after the defeat from the war of desserts with the not so big, bad Scaramouche. You could honestly understand why your lover was having such a hard time with them. He was stubborn and hard headed, and half of these kids were exactly the same.

It took a while, but you finally managed to make each of the children some hot chocolate and marshmallows, even the ones that hadn’t come to the kitchen. You were hoping it would put a smile on Bennett’s face, since he seemed to have been sulking in the corner after breaking an expensive ornament. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t run out of band aids with him around, his hands now cut up from trying to fix it himself. But yes, hot chocolate seemed to have proven to be the best medicine for his sudden mood drop. You casted a glance towards your boyfriend, who was scowling at you for finding a loophole in his ‘no sugar’ rule.

“Don’t look at me like that… I made one for you, too. Even put extra marshmallows in it…” You were trying to soften him up, flashing him a grin, but he wasn’t budging. He scoffed at you before folding his arms, turning his nose upwards. “You think I can be won over with a simple beverage? Try harder.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, placing yourself beside him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Would kisses and cuddles make the lil man happy? Hmmm?” You cooed playfully, head resting against his shoulders while you made a kissy face at him. He barely spared you a glance and you could already tell his cold facade was starting to break.

“... No. Shut up. And stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what, hm?”

“Like that! You know what you’re doing!”

“Do I~?”

You heard an exasperated sigh come from the shorter male, but you spotted that his lips had curled up into a slight smile. Gotcha.

You were about to push your teasing just a little further, but you were interrupted by little giggles that you were sure didn’t come from your boyfriend. Your eyes trailed towards the two children that had caught on to your flirting, spotting two smug little smirks on Kaeya and Childe’s faces. Despite them being so young, they looked like they knew exactly what was going on. It was a little creepy, actually.

“Ew… Get a room, you two!” Young Kaeya teased while Childe cackled, pointing at the both of you.

“Look, Kae! The lil man’s all red!” He chortled, using the nickname you had just used.

You heard a tell-tale growl of annoyance from your partner, and you had to forcibly press down on his chest so he didn’t get up to try to fight an infant. “You’re smaller than me, dipshit. You’re lucky you’re 5. Hmph.” He looked away, arms folded.

You sighed yet again for the umpteenth time since you came home. This was going to be a long night.

—

You decided it was better to split the children up, the calmer ones going to Scara, and the ‘brats’ going to you. Itto, Kaeya, Childe and Bennett were your responsibility for the night, while Scara looked after Diluc, Albedo, Razor and Kazuha. Despite little Benny not being a brat, he had caused the most chaos out of everyone in the room, so you volunteered to take him.

You were… Fortunate. They had all taken a liking to you, mainly because you were actually nice to them. But even without them pulling pranks on you, it was a bit of a nightmare to put up with them. You found out quickly that Itto and Childe did not like each other, at all. Or maybe, Itto just didn’t like Childe. The rowdy ginger had a habit of picking fights with the taller kid, and teasing him that he’d never win. You were just certain he wanted chaos, and he was picking on the strongest, biggest kid to get it. You actually felt pretty bad for him. He seemed to like bugs, so you took him out to the small garden you had, and you couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed your hand and tugged you to the biggest beetle he could find. Unfortunately, that meant the other three went unsupervised.

Thankfully before this, Bennett had taken a nap, so you didn’t have to worry about total destruction to your house. But the other two… Well…

—

“Hey, blondie!” Childe grinned, plopping himself next to the young genius. Kaeya took the place next to him, effectively caging the younger one in. Albedo blinked, and looked up from what he was sketching, tilting his head in confusion.

“Uh… Yes?” He answered, looking between the two of them.

“We have a little prop… Proper… We have a choice for you.” Kaeya fumbled with the big word he had heard his step-father say once, but his smugness never once waned.

“Oh?” Now the infant was interested, sitting up properly from his seat.

“Yeah! We want you to help us get back at the ‘lil man’. We stole… These… From the kitchen.” The other grinned, holding up a jar of cookies. “If you help us, you can share them with us.” The two boys beamed when they saw Albedo’s big blues light up from the sight of the sugary sweets. “...But, what if Mx Y/N catches us? And how are we going to convince Diluc?”

“Diluc? Why would he be involved?” Kaeya piped up. Albedo deadpanned, pointing over the other boy's shoulder.

“Because he’s right behind you.”

The two misfits froze up, carefully turning their heads back slowly, to see the names red haired glaring down at them with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Kaeya. What have I told you about /him/?” He pointedly looked at the unruly ginger.

“That he’s a bad influence…”

“Right. So why are you going along with this?” A strangely mature stature, for such a small child.

“Because Scawa… Scawamoo… Sca… Ugh! Because ‘lil man’ is a meanie! We haven’t done anything fun all night! Not even allowed any snacks…” Childe pouted, folding his arms over his small chest. At that, all four of the kids sighed. It was true. Scaramouche just didn’t know what to do with 8 kids, and he could barely put up with the four he had now. How do you entertain 8 children? The only thing he could do was put on the tv and hoped that at least a few of them would enjoy the mindless cartoons that were cycling over and over again.

“... What were you planning?” The oldest asked. It seemed even he was onboard with whatever they were going to do.

—

“It’s getting cold… Would you like to head inside now?”

“Aw… Okay, Y/N…” Itto huffed, but he didn’t fight you. It was late, cold and the beetle he just found had run away from him. And not to mention he was nearly falling asleep standing up. You chuckled, scooping him up in your arms and carrying him inside. You glanced towards your boyfriend, who was holding Kazuha and Razor on his lap. When you looked closer however, you couldn’t help but grin. Your boyfriend was fast asleep, the two babies curled up in his chest, all three of them covered in a thick blanket. You chuckled to yourself, moving in closer and pressing a soft kiss on Scara’s head. He stirred, sighing tiredly, arms tightening around the two children protectively. Maybe one day, those children… Would be your own.

The peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long. Unbeknownst to you, the other four children were hatching their plan. A ginger haired head peaked out from behind the chair, before looking towards the other three hiding behind him.

“Ready?” He whispered, receiving nods from the rest of the group.

You glanced up when you heard a loud crash behind you, turning around quickly. “What the…” You mumbled, moving away from the chair and looking around for the noise. “Benny? Did you wake up?” You called out, hand covering the child’s ears in your arms. No response. You shrugged, turning around again, but the sight sent shivers down your spine. Both of the children were gone.

“Scara! Wake up!” You shook him hard, watching him jolt upwards.

“Fu-, I mean, what?” He slurred, half asleep but he still remembered there were still kids in the room.

“The babies are gone!”

“WHAT?!” He screeched, fully awake and in full panic mode. When he stood up, he gasped as he tripped and fell straight to the floor. He groaned loudly, sitting up slowly. “Those fucking brats…” He mumbled, noting his shoes had yet again been tied together.

“NOW!” You heard a chorus of yells. Diluc, Childe and Kaeya all ran out, dog piling on your lover after covering him in a thick blanket. You would’ve helped him, but it all happened so quickly. And now your boyfriend was effectively turned into a sushi roll. You weren’t sure where they got the rope from, but they had tied him to secure his position. You heard laughter, and the sound of two separate hands slapping together. “Yes! That worked perfectly!” One cheered, you weren’t sure which. It was only when you turned the light on that you saw the two young ones that were with your boyfriend were now with Albedo at the dining table. He gave you an innocent wave, and in your shock, you slowly waved back. And when your eyes moved back to your lover, you couldn’t help your snicker, before breaking out into hearty laughter.

“Oh my god! Your face! Bahaha!”

“Shut up! Get me out of here!”

“Not so fast.” Diluc stood in front of your restrained boyfriend, folding his arms. “We’ll only let him go if you make a deal with us.”

“And what deal?”

“We get to have whatever snacks we want and go to bed when we want!” Childe nodded confidently, followed by a chorus of ‘yeah!’s.

“And please let that include cookies.” The blonde added with a small smile on his face.

“I want some too, Y/N!” Another voice cried out. You almost forgot about the child in your arms, who was now fully awake.

—

And so, after bargaining with the ruthless bandits that kidnapped your damsel in distress, you agreed. The night was filled with sugary snacks, a bunch of games and whatever movies they desired to watch as long as it wasn’t too out there. And thankfully, it wasn’t long before all of them were rubbing their eyes and doing their best to stay awake. All 10 of you decided to sleep downstairs, and made it into a little sleepover.

Albedo fell asleep first. You were sure the little introvert couldn’t handle this much excitement in one day. Then Kazuha followed. Then Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Razor, Benny and finally Childe. And finally, here you were, wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms. Even though the day was a mess, at least it was a fun one.

“Y/N…”

“Mhm…?”

“... We’re never having kids.”

#scara #scaramouche x reader #🥸toe anon #this is for you #Genshin scaramouche #albedo #Diluc #kaeya #Childe #itto #razor #Kazuha #Bennett #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x you #Genshin x reader #Genshin x yn #Genshin x you #genshin x gn reader

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Let me help you

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault.

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games.

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court.

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene.

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it.

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back.

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway.

➵You felt numb. So, so numb.

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving.

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot.

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands.

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away.

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong?

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long.

___

Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that. While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days.

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know. His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril.

Where were you?

Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

“Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly. “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?”

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him.

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.”

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway. Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him. He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone.

___

You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will.

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop.

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour.

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t.

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense.

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort.

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room. When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest. His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling). “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it.

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put.

➵So much had gone on in such a short period.

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament.

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck.

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge.

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms.

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster.

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing.

➵God, everyone looked so tired already.

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs.

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more.

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice.

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new.

That just sounded glorious.

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them.

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!”

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in.

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there.

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry.

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe.

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist.

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark.

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

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Hidden Panthers

Summary: Soulmarks aren't rare, and neither are soulmates, but what is rare, is a person who doesn't want to meet their soulmate, but Toho Academy has two.

Or: Five times Aomine was curious about your tattoo, and one time he saw it.

TW: a small amount of angst, I suppose one part might be comparable to a panic attack, and some swearing, but I promise it's mostly fluff.

A/N: I had an idea! Since I have no requests currently in my inbox, I thought I would jot it down before I forgot about it.

"You guys do realize that you should be practicing, right?" you asked when you walked into the gym and the boys were all shirtless, showing off their soulmarks.

"They're trying to prove who's is the biggest," Momoi informed you, making you snort.

You were almost one hundred percent certain that you had them all beat, except for maybe Aomine.

Your soulmark was a special image somewhere on your body, and animal, a place, something like that. They were colorful, and looked like tattoos.

The mark on your body corresponded with the one on your soulmate's body.

You knew that Aomine had your matching tattoo, not that he knew that, and that was okay.

The black ink of his tattoo was stark against his tan skin, but you knew that he wasn't showing it off with pride, it was him just proving a point.

Top dog on the team, biggest soulmark, he was unbeatable.

Aomine had made it clear that he didn't appreciate the thought of soulmates, that he was fine with not knowing who they were, not knowing who you were, in your case.

"What's yours (Y/L/N)-kun?" one of the boys asked and you snorted, a hand flying to cover your mouth, sometimes you hated hanging around teenage boys all the time, it made your mind go to weird places sometimes.

"Sorry boys, you don't want to see my mark, trust me," you muttered, touching your shoulder softly.

Aomine's eyes were on you, burning a hole through your body, but you ignored him.

"What is it?"

"None ah," you said.

"None ah?"

"None ah ya business," you replied, dropping your bag by the bench.

The boys peeled off into laughter, and Momoi gave a small giggle.

You smiled softly, tugging your sweatshirt off.

The boys were getting to practice, though Aomine was still watching you, watching you with those startling blue eyes.

"Are you going to practice or are you going to just stare at me like a creep?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah," he muttered, moving to head out the door, but you moved in front of him.

"Nope, you're here," you told him, throwing your arms out. "If you're here, you're practicing, even if that means you have to practice with me."

Aomine squinted at you, and you were 99% certain that he was going to try and shove you out of the way, but he sighed, heading back to work in drills with the other boys.

Momoi was watching you, eyes glinting in the way they did when she watching a game and her data was proved correct.

"Momoi-san," you said, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just a hunch," she murmured, wandering off to watch Aomine play.

You frowned after her, wondering what the hell she was talking about, but you shook it off.

Those two were weirdos.

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"So, (Y/L/N), what's your soulmark?" one of your friends asked, and you sighed.

"It's nothing all that impressive," you lied, flipping the page of the textbook you were skimming through.

"But what is it?" she persisted.

"A pain in my ass," you muttered, touching your shoulder lightly again.

"(Y/L/N)-kun," one of your classmates said, "one of the basketball boys is waiting for you outside."

"Thanks," you replied, gathering your stuff up.

You were a back-up manager for when Momoi was away watching other teams play.

You were surprised to find Aomine leaning up against the doorframe, practice clothes on.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey yourself. Are you actually going to practice again?" you asked, hauling your bag over your shoulder, wincing at the weight.

He made a small noise, which made you think that that was his version of a yes.

"Why don't you show off your mark?" Aomine asked.

"Why don't you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Soulmates are bullshit," he muttered. "I don't like being told what to do. I hate being told who to love even more."

"My soulmate doesn't want me," you admitted after a moment of walking, readjusting your bag on your shoulders. "No point in showing off something that symbolizes someone who hates that I even exist."

Aomine paused, running his eyes over you again, and you glanced back at him.

"What?"

He didn't answer, he just stood there watching you. He had been doing that a lot, and you were a little worried about it.

"Are you coming or what?" you asked, heading for the gym.

He followed behind you, eyes boring into your back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What's your soulmark?" Aomine asked.

You had gone to the roof to tell him to get his ass to practice. He had been coming more and more often, but he had been staring at you for most of it, despite urging from both you and Momoi to actually practice.

"Nothing important, not like you practicing," you deflected, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

"Snippy," he quipped. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Perv," you muttered. "And I've already seen your mark."

"Yours is on your shoulders, right?" he asked. "You keep touching them whenever someone brings them up."

"Yeah, it's a pretty big one," you admitted, reaching to touch your shoulder absentmindedly before you registered that you were doing it. You dropped your hands to your sides again, frowning.

Despite the fact that you already knew your soulmate, and how he felt about the whole thing, the mark was still comforting to a degree.

Aomine was still watching you, he had been doing it a lot, though you weren't entirely sure why. Every time he did, it jump started your heart, making you wonder if he knew.

He made a small noise, then dragged himself to his feet.

"Gotta go to practice," he mumbled, bumping shoulders with you as he headed down to the gym.

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Aomine started appearing more and more after that. He wasn't following you exactly, but it was almost like your schedules had overlapped.

Then you had gotten assigned to do a group project together.

"Nice place," he muttered when he walked through the door into your home.

"Thanks," you said, shutting the door. "I'm telling you this right now, Aomine, I am not doing this entire project by myself, and if I do end up doing it by myself, you are not getting your name put on this. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," he muttered. "Do you have any bread?"

"What?" you asked, then you remembered his weird carb obsession. "Uh, yeah, just . . . give me a minute," you said, setting your things down on the couch before you headed into the kitchen.

Snacks were something you could do.

You got him a drink too, and when you set a plate and a drink down in front of him, he glanced up at you appreciatively.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," you told him, sitting beside him on the couch.

"What are we doing the project on?" he asked.

"I have no idea," you muttered. "It would be easy to do a keynote or something, but there are going to be so many people doing that."

You pulled the project requirements out of your bag, your eyes flitting over it.

"What if we did like a . . . a soulmark examination?" you asked. "We were reading a book about how people think soulmarks mean something to the pair that share it instead of simply being an indicator, right? All we would have to do it take a picture of one of our soulmarks and make up some sort of metaphorical bullshit and make it look pretty when we present it."

"We should do yours," Aomine immediately suggested.

"Why mine?" you asked, panic starting to float into your veins.

"Because I want to know what it is," he replied, grinning at you.

"How about we do yours? You have your own fan club and I'm sure they'd be ecstatic to know what it is. Besides, yours is easier to do than mine," you told him.

"How so?"

"Mine is across my back," you informed him. "That means that I would have to take off my shirt and my bra for us to get a picture, and there are so many things that could go wrong with that. Besides, it's not like anyone in the class hasn't seen your back already, it's not new information."

"Fair enough," Aomine said. "But, when I get fakers pretending to be my soulmate, you have to be the one to fight them off."

"Deal," you said, holding your hand out to him.

He took it, shaking it firmly once, before he tugged his shirt over his head.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered, curling his shoulders forward so that you could get a clear picture of the black panther lounging across his shoulders like it was a tree branch.

You snapped a couple photos from different angles, and resisted the urge to touch it.

It was the same as yours, and you wondered vaguely if you had ever found your tattoo as beautiful as you found Aomine's.

"We good?" Aomine asked.

"Yeah, we're good," you croaked, then cleared your throat as he pulled his shirt over his head again.

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Your project had gotten a great grade, and you were both proud of it, but now Aomine seemed to be hellbent on figuring out what your mark was.

"Just show me!" he'd whined.

He'd been up on the roof again, and you had been charged with getting him off the roof and down to practice.

"No, Aomine. Now get off your ass and get down to practice," you told him, arms crossed.

You had been in this position for the past couple of weeks, and it was almost routine now.

"I won't even be a dick about it," he had promised you, his eyes looking almost sincere as he pleaded with you. Almost.

Aomine, you had learned, had adopted you as a friend, in the last few weeks of being stuck around him.

You and Momoi had started walking to class together, and Aomine had started trailing behind like a lazy guard dog, much to the chagrin of Momoi's many suitors.

"He really likes you," Momoi said one morning.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, chuckling.

"He hasn't liked someone like this in a while," Momoi told you. "He's a long time basketball junkie, so seeing him take an interest in someone that doesn't have much of a connection to the game is a relief to me."

"Momoi, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't profile me," you told her, giving her a small smile.

"I can't help it," she whined, taking a hold of your arm. "You have to tell him (Y/F/N)!"

"Sorry Momoi-san, I can't do that," you replied. "He doesn't want that."

"How do you know if you won't tell him?" she asked, pouting.

"Momoi-san, he's made his stance on soulmates exceedingly clear, and he likes me now because he doesn't know. I want it to stay that way. I'd rather be a friend than anything else. Besides, he doesn't like me like that," you informed her.

"I've been friends with him since we were kids," she said, glancing at you with those eyes. "I think I know when he's interested in a girl."

You snorted, but your conversation tapered off when Aomine joined you again.

"Seriously, what the hell is your soulmark?" Aomine demanded. "I have asked literally everyone I can think of that might know. No one in this entire fucking school seems to know what it is."

"Sorry Aomine," you said, slipping into your classroom, throwing a grin over your shoulder at him. "A girl needs to keep her secrets, besides, you aren't the only one with a soulmark thing."

His growl resonated into the classroom and you chuckled lightly as you sat down at your desk.

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Of course, the one time the teams tries to do some team bonding they chose to go to the fucking beach.

Of course, Aomine had also been the one to suggest the beach. The others thought it was because he wanted to see girls in bikini's, but he had glanced at you and winked.

He wanted to see what your mark was.

"I hate you," you snarled, cornering him, before he left for his house. "You scheming son of a bitch."

"Such vulgar words," he teased, giving you a dark look. "And I have no idea what I could've done to make you hate me, baby girl."

"You know exactly what you did," you growled, ignoring the pet name. "The whole beach thing was your idea."

He grinned, and you suddenly understood why your mark was a panther.

Something flashed through you, and your let your own grin show through.

"You want to play games Aomine-kun?" you teased, keeping eye contact with him. "Fine, then let's play."

"What do I get if I win?" he asked.

"You'll have to choose that for yourself, if you win," you told him, storming out of the doors.

When the day came to go to the beach, nothing was out of the ordinary, save that the boys had decided that one of them had to be with you and Momoi at all times.

"You guys don't need to babysit us," you chided when you climbed onto the bus. "We tend to stick together anyway, and pervs, unless they're in groups, tend to pick the girl that splits away from the pack. Momoi-san and I can stick together and reduce the risk. This is more for you guys than it is for us anyway."

"Yeah, we don't need a guard dog," Momoi agreed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'll stay with them," Aomine offered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and Momoi's, and you rolled your eyes.

"You just want to know what my soulmark is," you told him, glancing up at him.

"Wait," Sakurai murmured, "even Aomine doesn't know what your soulmark is?"

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p'. "He's been trying to figure it out for weeks now. That's why he suggested going to the beach."

"You clever son of a bitch," the captain said, and you shrugged.

"He and I have a small little wager going," you admitted, shrugging his arm off your shoulders. "If I can keep my soulmark hidden from him for the whole day today, he drops it."

"And if he wins?"

"She's being cryptic about that," Aomine said, and his eye twitched lightly.

"If he sees it, he can decide what he gets for winning," you told them. "He'll understand if he sees it."

And so the game began.

"Are you going swimming, (Y/F/N)?" Momoi asked you.

"Are you?" you asked her.

"No, I want to work on my tan," she admitted, waving a small bottle of tanning lotion.

"Then I'll stay with you. I have some reading I need to catch up on anyway. Besides, I want the sunscreen to sink in, I burn easily," you admitted, having applied it as soon as you got to the beach.

You were wearing a one-piece bathing suit (since it was harder for something to happen with one on), but you had thrown a thin white crop top on over it to cover your shoulders.

After Momoi asked you to get her back, you settled onto your towel, pulling your assigned literature book out of your bag, finding your page.

"Seriously, why don't you just show us what the damn thing is?" Aomine asked, settling down next to you forcefully.

"Because it's a part of my body, meaning I can show it off when I want, or cover it up when I want. Besides, I told you earlier, my soulmate doesn't want me," you said, flipping your page leisurely. "Don't need them hating me more than they already do without knowing my identity."

Aomine was clearly displeased, but it wasn't like he could argue with you about it, soulmarks were a very personal thing to some people.

"You're at the beach," he began a few minutes later, tone incredulous, "and you're reading a book. What is wrong with you?"

"A lot, which issue are you referring to?" you asked nonchalantly before he scowled at you. "I don't feel like going into the water," you told him, glaring at him over your sunglasses. "I have work to do, and this is a good time to catch up on it. Besides, shouldn't you be with the rest of the team? This was for you guys."

Aomine scowled, but stood up, heading for where the team was playing a game of beach volleyball. Or, they were attempting, none of them seemed to be having much luck with it.

"You know, not very many people can keep Dai-chan at bay as much as you're able to," Momoi said, making you snort.

"You just have to know how to deal with it. You can do it."

"But not for long, and not once he makes up his mind about something. You've kept him at bay for months, I've never been able to do that. My top score is a week."

"Does it bother you?" you asked quietly.

"No, not at all," she said, a little too quickly. "Okay, well, it bothers me a little. I've known him since we were kids, and you can handle him better than I can just after a few months, but I know why."

"Honestly Momoi, I don't think it's because we're soulmates, because he doesn't know. I think it's just I refuse to let him win at all."

"You two are definitely two of the most stubborn people I have ever met," she agreed, rolling over onto her stomach.

"I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not," you muttered.

Momoi giggled and you smiled. It was nice, hanging out with her. It was nice to have a female friend.

"I'm a little peckish, do you want a pretzel or something from the concessions thing?" you asked, gesturing to the snack shack type thing that they had set up a few meters away.

"No, I'm all set, thank you though," she said.

"Alright, just thought I'd ask," you told her, standing up, wiping sand off your legs as you headed over with your wallet.

You dodged a pair of kids that looked like twins, who were trying to splash each other with water, and you laughed as one of them tackled the other.

"Idiot, you can't just wander off," Aomine chided as he sidled up next to you.

"I didn't," you pointed out. "I told Momoi where I was going."

Aomine frowned, glaring at a guy that stepped too close for his comfort.

"The point of this trip was so that the team could bond," you told him, "so that means that you should be over there with the team."

"You're a part of the team too right?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Technically, yes, but I'm talking about the part of the team that plays on the court. I just tend to make sure that your ass shows up."

You glanced at Aomine, who was frowning.

"Out with it," you demanded, glancing around as you walked to make sure neither of you bumped into anyone.

"Does your mark make you uncomfortable?" he asked, carefully choosing his words.

"No," you admitted. "It's comforting actually, but there's no point in showing it off. Besides, it makes my back really hot when I'm out in the sun. That makes me uncomfortable."

You placed your order, which consisted of a fruity drink on ice and a small snack that would hold you over until lunch.

"What have you eaten today?" he asked.

"Nothing. I had coffee this morning and then left the house. I don't normally eat breakfast," you told Aomine.

"How are you alive?"

"Have you taken health classes?"

"Not what I meant, asshole," he snapped. "You're gonna run yourself into the ground."

"Aomine, I'm fine," you assured him. "Besides, I'm drinking plenty of fluids."

He frowned, but he seemed to realize it was useless to argue with you about it.

"Go back to the team, Aomine, I'm fine," you told him, shoving him towards where the boys were sitting in the sand.

You tossed your snack wrapper in a garbage can that was placed strategically, glad for the little bit of food in your stomach.

But then the kids ran by again, and one of them got you instead of their brother.

"Sorry!" he called, darting away.

Normally you wouldn't have minded, the water felt nice against your skin, but you knew that your cover-up would start to be see through, and with the breeze blowing off the water, it was sticking to your back.

You sighed, slipping it over your head as you headed for your towel.

After drying your shoulders off, you set your shirt out to dry, then began rooting around in your bag for your backup, before remembering that you had forgotten to put it in your bag before you left.

"Fuck," you muttered, glancing at where Aomine and the other boys were chatting.

You supposed that it was fine for now, but you would have to be careful if they came back over.

"Momoi, please, for the sake of our friendship, you can't say anything to the boys about this," you said when she looked over and saw your back.

"Why are you so worried about him finding out?" she asked, carefully running a hand over your back, tracing the lines of the mark.

"Because, he might be a dick, but he's a friend, and I don't want to lose that friendship because of some dumb cosmic presence that decided we were meant for one another."

"Do you love him?" she inquired.

You licked your lips, then pursed them.

"Do you love him?" she repeated.

You waited for a few moments before you confessed, "I might. Whether it's love or a crush, I can't say for sure."

She sucked in a breath.

"What?" you asked.

"You know that he likes you back, right?" she asked quietly. "You know that it has nothing to do with the Mark. It's not like he's seen it and knows that you're the woman he's going to marry."

"He'll hate me if he finds out."

"No, he won't."

"I think he will."

"How long are you going to keep this from him?" she demanded. "He at least deserves to know that you're an option!"

"I'll wait until he's married if I have to," you snapped, making her rear back. "Satsuki, in the end, this is my choice to make, and I've made it. He can't know."

"It's his decision too," she reminded you. "This isn't a one way street!"

"Right now, it is," you snarled. Then you softened your tone. "If I'm ever put in a situation where he finds out, I will let him make his own decision, but right now, it's my decision, the ball is in my court so to speak, and this is the move I'm making."

"I think it's the wrong move," she whispered.

"Luckily, it's not your move to make," you replied. "I don't mean to be cruel, Satsuki. I want him to be happy. I just don't think that he'd be happy with . . . me."

"How are you so sure?" she demanded, looking close to tears. "How are you so sure that knowing you're his soulmate would make him miserable? Why can't you accept the possibility that maybe him knowing would make him love you even more?"

You remembered all the times he had raved to you about how soulmates were bullshit. You remembered every vehement denial that he wanted to know who his soulmate was. Every venomous word and the pure hatred in his eyes.

If he looked like that just because of the idea, how would he react to the real thing? Something physical he could take his anger out on?

You highly doubted that Aomine would ever physically hurt you, but the idea still sent a shiver up your spine, despite the warm weather.

"Call it a gut feeling," you murmured, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"I just want you both to be happy," she whispered.

"I can't speak for him," you told her, "but I'm content with the way things are right now."

"Content and happy aren't always the same thing," she argued.

Something in your eyes must've told her that you weren't in the mood, because she sighed, going back to her tanning.

You laid on your back, trying to think of ways to hide the mark, but it took up the entire expanse of your shoulder blades, there was no way to hide it unless it was completely covered with a shirt or you laid on it.

"Momoi-san, (Y/L/N)-san, do you wanna come play two truths and a lie with us?" Sakurai asked.

"Sure, I would love to," Momoi said.

"What about you?"

You paused, thinking it over, before you grabbed your shirt, throwing it over your head after beating most of the sand out of it, making sure that no one saw it.

It wouldn't do much, you didn't think, but it would make you feel better all the same.

"Okay," you murmured, wandering over to fit in the circle with the boys.

They had decided that the person to their right was going to have to guess which was the lie, and you despaired to find that Aomine was on your right.

"Since the girls have now decided to join, new score," the captain said and you winced.

"Ladies first," Aomine said, giving you one of those glances that made you want to kiss him and punch him at the same time.

You decided to find a good compromise and you pinched his arm, hard.

"Okay," you murmured, trying to think. "One: when I was six, I popped my elbow out of my socket throwing a tantrum. Two: I have more than five dresses in my closet. Three: my music selection has a disturbing amount of love songs."

The others started whispering amongst themselves, and Aomine squinted at you.

"Number two has to be the lie. I've seen your music selection, and you mentioned the arm injury when you first became the manager," Aomine declared confidently.

"Wrong," you told him, grinning. "I have six dresses in my closet. I wasn't throwing a tantrum when I popped my elbow out of my socket. I fell off the monkey bars at the park."

Aomine glowered at you, and you laughed.

"You're just shitty at paying attention."

The boys were surprisingly bad at this game, either that or you were just good at guessing when someone was lying.

"One: I hate cherry lip gloss. Two: I can play the guitar. Three: I've never had a celebrity crush."

"Every girl has a celebrity crush," Aomine muttered, but then glanced back at you, frowning. "I say one is the lie."

"Nope! I can't play the guitar. I was taking lessons until I was eleven but I can't remember any of it."

"Wow, despite how much time you guys spend together, you really don't know much about her, do you Aomine?"

"Shut up," he mumbled, cheeks flushing.

Momoi, who was situated on your left, seemed to be very concerned with how good you were at guessing hers.

"That's the sixth one in a row that you've guessed right!" Satsuki cried, and you laughed.

"Sorry Momoi-san, but you're just very transparent and I'm too competitive to lose."

Aomine hadn't managed to guess any of yours, and you could feel him simmering beside you.

"Alright, since Aomine sucks at this, and (Y/F/N) is simply too good, let's change it up a little."

Suddenly, they were all going against you.

"I take it back, we all suck at this," Imayoshi muttered a few rounds later when they had yet to get one right.

"Sorry guys, I'm just good at hiding things," you said. "Remember, I've been hiding my soulmark from you all since the beginning of the year."

"That's it!" Satsuki cried, pointing at you, making you jerk towards Aomine to get away from her. "If we can get one right, just one, then you have to show us your soulmark!"

You wanted to decline, you wanted to act your way out of it, you knew what would happen if you lost, but that glint in her eyes made you want to prove her wrong.

"Deal," you told her.

"Okay, think about your answers carefully," Aomine said.

"Shouldn't they be saying that to you?" you asked him as you thought of something to say.

After listening to the ocean for a moment, you said, "One: I sleep like a baby during thunderstorms. Two: snapping turtles scare me to death. Three: I have a college age reading level."

Everyone started deliberating, and you smiled, leaning back, soaking in the sun.

"We have an answer," Imayoshi said, and you cracked open an eye.

"Shoot," you told them, sitting up.

"It's number two," he said.

The blood drained from your face.

You knew that they had taken a wild guess, but you hadn't expected them to get it right.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and nodded, not trusting your voice.

You took another steadying breath as you stood up, brushing yourself off, trying to control the shaking in your hands that was slowly spreading up your arms.

You vaguely heard Imayoshi telling you that you didn't have to, that you had the right to say no.

You wanted to take the out he was giving you. You wanted to act your way out of it, you wanted to try and run, and you wanted to tell them that you backed out but . . . .

But you had been keeping this to yourself for a very long time. And you wanted to know sooner rather than later whether Satsuki was right or not. You wanted to know whether this was as terrible as your mind was making it out to be.

You got a firm grip on your shirt, and you were about to lift it off, but suddenly Aomine was in front of you, his hands covering yours as he stared you down.

His eyes were boring into yours, and his hands were firm, but gentle, in their grip.

He was telling you that you didn't have to, that as much as he pried, he wasn't going to let you feel pressured into doing this.

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before you shook your head, lips pressed together in a hard line.

"You deserve to know," you whispered, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.

Aomine nodded, slowly moving his hands, before he settled back down where he had been.

You took one last, steadying breath, turning your back to your team.

You tugged the shirt over your head, pulling the straps of your suit to the side so that they could see the expanse of the mark across your back.

Your entire team was silent as they realized what they were seeing.

"Holy shit," someone breathed, though you weren't sure who it was.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, though you weren't entirely sure who you were apologizing to.

Momoi was suddenly in front of you, pulling the straps of your bathing suit back up.

"(Y/F/N), you're shaking," she murmured.

"I know," you told her.

"He's gone," she informed you, and you collapsed into the sand, letting out a shaky breath you hadn't known you were holding.

"How pissed with me is he?" you asked her.

"I-I don't know," she confessed. "I've . . . I've never not been able to read him. He . . . he was completely blank. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," you murmured, staring at the sand in front of you. "I should have taken the out. I should have stayed home. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew that you wanted me to tell him. I knew how he would react. And a small, foolish part of me dared to hope that I was wrong. A small, naive, stupid, masochistic part of me believed that it wouldn't matter. I should know by now that I'm rarely wrong about this kind of thing."

"But I know him!" Satsuki said, looking close to tears. "I know how he looks at you! I see the little things! I don't why he . . . ."

"Don't worry about it Satsuki," you told her, standing up, turning to your team. "Sorry guys."

You headed for your spot, gathering up your things, making sure that you had everything that you had come with, just to give yourself something to focus on.

"Are you going to be okay?" Sakurai asked.

You saw that the whole team, save one member, was standing there in various states of shock, anger, and something akin to pity.

"I knew it would happen eventually," you murmured, then told them, "I'll survive. I'll be myself at practice on Monday, promise. Have a good rest of your weekend guys."

You dug your phone out of your pocket when you were far enough away from the team.

"Hello?"

"Taiga, hey, can you come pick me up?" you asked. "Something went down with Aomine."

"I'm on my way," he said. "Hold tight. Wait, where are you?"

You sent him your location, heading for the parking lot.

By the time Kagami actually found you, you were pretty sure you had cried yourself out.

You didn't remember crying, but Kagami had taken one look at you and wiped at your cheeks.

You had gone with Aomine when he had challenged Kagami at the street court, and you had stayed in touch with the red-head slowly becoming friends with each other.

He knew about your mark as well, though he had promised to keep it to himself. He hadn't told Kuroko either, which surprised you.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"He knows," you admitted, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders. "He saw it."

As you explained what happened, Kagami got quieter and quieter, and when you glanced at his face, you were surprised to see a serious amount of anger on his face.

"Taiga?" you asked quietly.

"I'll murder him," Kagami growled. "He's such a fuckin'-!"

"You don't have to murder him," you told the red-head, who looked shocked at your response.

"But-!"

"No, I knew it was going to happen. I knew that I would lose him, I was just trying to hold on for a little longer. He hasn't done anything wrong," you said. "I guess that means that I don't have to hide it anymore."

"He's an idiot," Kagami declared.

"I already knew that though."

"Did he even explain himself to you?"

"No. But he doesn't need to. I already know that he doesn't want me. I knew when he started pawing around about my mark. I knew, but I didn't stop him. I led myself to this point."

"Stop taking responsibility for him being a dick!" Kagami snapped. "Do you realize how many people would kill to have you as a soulmate? Or to have one like you?"

"That's not the point!" you told him. "The point is that the one person I want to want me as a soulmate, doesn't. And there's nothing I can do to fix that! Because he seemed to like me just fine thinking I wasn't anything special to him, but the moment fate steps in, I'm fucked. So unless there's a way to pretend like this mark isn't a permanent reminder that the guy that's supposed to be perfect for me, hates my guts, then I guess this is my life now!"

"Kuroko is so much better at this than I am," Kagami muttered to himself. "Look, have you tried calling him?"

"He made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with me."

"Try it anyway."

"I think I'm good. My heart's been broken enough today, thanks."

"Seriously, this is fucking insane," Kagami stressed, opening a door for you. "From what I've seen, your the one person he actually listens to and hears."

"Because he didn't know what I was! I took advantage of that, and now I'm paying the price for it. I should have just told him and dealt with the consequences when I didn't want him! Now it hurts that much more and I have to watch us go back to being strangers. Maybe I should just transfer."

"Um, (Y/F/N)," Kagami said, tapping your shoulder.

"No, I'm serious! Why torture the team with our angst when I can just move schools? There are plenty in the area. Maybe I could move to Seirin. My parents-"

"(Y/F/N)!" he hissed, turning your head to look at something.

"Fuck," you muttered, locking eyes with Aomine, who had his hands thrown up like he had been using them to make a point to Kuroko, who was glancing back and forth between the two of you.

Kagami dropped his hands from your face and you took the opportunity.

You turned and bolted from the Seirin gym.

You should have been paying attention. You should have made Kagami take you home, you should've asked where you were going before.

Multiple people shouted after you, but you ignored them.

You had to get away from him, you had to make sure that he didn't think you were trying to-

Do what?

You slowed down with a sudden realization. If your life had been a cartoon there would've been breaking sound effects and skid marks behind you.

Why should you care what he thought when you had walked into that gym? He didn't care anymore, not now that he knew what you were, why should you?

Fuck what he thought!

If he wanted to let you go, who gave a fuck what it seemed like? You were friends with Kagami, and by default, Kuroko.

How were you supposed to know that he would go to Kuroko after this sort of thing?

Was it really that weird, that wrong, for you to do what you had just done?

You took a deep breath, letting yourself relax. You were probably over thinking things yet again.

A street court caught your eye and you stared at it for a few moments before heading over.

Someone had left a ball there, whether from pure forgetfulness, or a trust in humanity that someone wouldn't take it.

You pushed on it, checking the air, before you dribbled it around.

You could have gotten on a team if you had wanted, but after middle school, you had had enough of the inter-team drama, and had decided to give it up. So you had managed the boys team to be close to the sport without having to deal with a lot of the drama.

You practiced with them sometimes, when Momoi was managing and you had nothing better to be doing.

You made a few lay-ups, a few foul shots, and moved onto half court shots, soaking in the sound of the ball falling through the net.

The heat of the day was soaking through your t-shirt, soaking into the mark, and you touched it lightly, wondering what you were going to do on Monday.

You had promised the team that you would be back to normal, but would you be able to fake being okay well enough to fool them? How much would it take to fool Aomine into thinking that you were okay?

"Why him?" you asked yourself, tilting your face up to the sun. "Why did it have to be him? It could have been literally anyone else, and you chose the one guy that would never be able to love me for what I am, for what we are."

A breeze rustled the trees around you and you breathed it in, moving to leave when you caught sight of him standing in the entrance of the court.

"Shit," you muttered, looking for another way out. There was no chance that he hadn't seen you, even Aomine wasn't that much of an idiot, but you were seriously considering climbing the fence to get away when he spoke.

"I'm sorry," he started.

"No, stop, I don't want your apology," you told him, wrapping your arms around yourself, not able to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. I knew when I made that damn deal that I was risking our friendship, I was just tired of having to hide the damn thing. You of all people realize how much of a pain in the ass it is to cover up. And now that I think about it, it's probably better that this happened now. I can't imagine how badly it would've been if I had gotten even closer to you.

"Besides, now you're free to make your own decision. Satsuki got what she wanted in the end. Go figure, I guess. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. You won't have to worry about me doing anything now that you know. And I already told you that if you won you would get to decide what you got for winning. You won't have to deal with me after this, I promise. I'll disappear since that's what you want."

"So when you told me I got to choose, you were basically telling me that I could choose whether I wanted you or not?"

"Yeah, pretty much, and I shouldn't've. I already knew which one you were going to choose, I was just being naive."

"That's not how it works dumbass," Aomine said.

You screwed your eyes shut, turning your head away from him.

"I know," you whispered. "Why are you even here?"

"I was looking for you, obviously," he grumbled.

"Why? I already know that you don't want this, you made that abundantly clear with your stories and reactions to me at the beach. What are you trying to do here, Aomine?"

"Trying to tell you that I like you," he stated. "But you keep trying to push me away."

"Huh?" Your eyes flew open at the words, and you stared at him.

"Idiot," he murmured, walking over.

You backed up, trying to keep the distance but he backed you against the fence.

"Do you want me to be honest with you?" he asked softly.

You nodded, wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I might be in love with you, and not because you're my soulmate," he said, which made you cock your head in confusion.

"But . . . all that stuff you said about hating soulmates and not wanting to meet yours . . . ."

"I didn't think you were my soulmate moron," he murmured, reaching out to toy with your hair. "I'm okay with it being you. I'm grateful for it actually."

The look on your face must've said it all because he sighed.

"You should've told me sooner," he told you. "I want to go out with you. No secrets, no lies, no weird games where I'm trying to get you to take your clothes off."

"You had me until that last one," you muttered, taking the hand that was playing with your hair.

He laced your fingers together before you could take your hand away.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he told you, wrapping his other arm around your waist. "So what do you say? Go out with me?"

You watched his face as much as you could in the crappy lighting, waiting for any sign that he was joking, waiting for him to yell 'Psych!' and walk away.

But his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, and he seemed too busy watching you to question what was taking you so long.

"If I say yes, am I going to be the laughing stock of the school?" you asked.

"No, I may be a dick, but I'm not that mean," Aomine told you.

"Okay," you whispered. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."

The smile Aomine gave you could've lit the whole court.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I hope you realize that Kagami and Tetsu think we're both crazy now," Aomine said.

"They already knew," you told him, wrapping an arm around his neck. "You have to be crazy to put up with the both of them."

Aomine snorted, nudging your forehead with his.

"I'm sorry that I ran from you," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."

You waited, sensing that he had more to say, he was just gathering his thoughts.

"I don't know what I was thinking," he muttered. "I just had to get away from my own stupidity I guess. I should have guessed that I was your soulmate. You were so on edge whenever I brought it up, but when someone else brought it up it was more like you were sick of the questions. I know you enough to know that if you reacted differently to me that it was because of me. I just . . . I acted on instinct."

"You don't have to explain anything to me Aomine," you told him, burying a hand in his hair. It was softer than you had thought it would be.

"No, you deserve an explanation. I am the whole reason you're even at Seirin."

"I was at Seirin because I wanted to talk to Kagami and that was where we ended up. We could have just as easily gone to his place or to mine."

"Tetsu's been trying for years to get me into the whole 'soulmate' thing, so he was the first person I thought of that could me explain what the fuck was going on. I wasn't upset that it was you, I was upset because you hid it from me and that you thought I was going to flip out about it. I mean, I did, but just not the way you expected."

"I figured you would yell at me, maybe push me around a little bit," you confessed. "I didn't think you were going to run like your ass was on fire to go talk to Kuroko."

"I wouldn't hurt you, for multiple reasons, the main one being I like you."

"I know, but the mind is a strange thing, and mine has a tendency to think worst case scenario first."

He hummed, and you saw the tension melt from his shoulders.

"Come on, let's get out of here," you told him. "Maybe you could go practice with Taiga and Kuroko."

"I want bread, we should go to a coffee shop or something," he suggested.

"Actually, yeah, that's a better idea," you agreed. "I really don't feel like explaining to Seirin what this whole thing was about. I'll call Taiga and explain, how about you call Momoi-san and tell her that everything's okay, 'cause she was really worried when I left."

"Yeah, I got it," he murmured, digging his phone out of his pocket, but he didn't unwrap his arm from around your waist.

"Hey, Taiga," you said when he picked up his phone.

"Where the hell are you, idiot?" Kagami asked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you even more. Everything's fine now. Aomine kinda cornered me in a street ball court."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, we worked things out. You don't have to worry about it, I promise. We're gonna go to a coffee shop somewhere nearby. I'll call you when I get home so that you know that I got back safely."

"Alright, but if he starts being a dick again, just give me a call."

"I will, thanks for everything Taiga," you told him, ending the call.

It wasn't really explaining things, but you could always tell him about it later, which you were probably going to have to do.

"-fine, Satsuki," Aomine was saying, looking exasperated. "She wants to talk to you."

"Hi Momoi-san," you said when he handed you his phone.

"(Y/F/N)! Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Momoi-san, breathe," you ordered, laughing. "I'm fine. Aomine and I worked things out, I promise."

"Are you dating? Because if you aren't then that's not working things out!" she cried.

"Momoi-san, we worked things out," you assured her.

"So you're dating then?"

You pursed your lips and glanced at Aomine.

"You'll find out soon enough I suppose," you told her, hanging up before she could say anything else to you.

"I think she likes you more than she likes me," he said, and you could hear the repressed pout.

"Nah, you'll always be Dai-chan to her," you told him. "You're her best friend, I just happen to be someone she needs to like because of my affiliation with you."

"You make it sound like this is some sort of business thing," Aomine whined, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I'm not used to you liking me, Aomine, you're going to have to let me adjust to this. I have been deliberately avoiding the fact that I like you all year."

"Fair enough," he muttered. "But don't expect me to be all conservative about this."

"What's this?" you asked him.

"Us, the fact that you agreed to go out with me."

"I retain all rights to pretend like I don't know you if you get too dramatic," you warned him, which made him scoff, like he wasn't expecting you to go through with it.

"Bold of you to assume that I'm joking," you said, letting his arm slip off your shoulders and he paused.

"You can't be serious," he muttered.

You kept walking.

"(Y/F/N)? You aren't serious right?" he called after you, slight panic in his voice when you didn't turn around.

"Right?" he asked.

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