#inside shortys brain

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[dvlboy]

miguel o hara

FEM, MINORS DNI, WARNINGS: MINDBREAK -- feel free 2 send in request 4 mr. o hara!! its a shortie

his body was sweaty and warm as he breathed out a moan, his insides burning with desire, sweat beading down his face while he sat on your pelvis, hands on your abs while you held onto his sides, rubbing circles on his body.

wet, sloppy noises were heard in the room as he slid up and down your cock, hands trembling and body sore from his day, and for how long you were making him ride you. if he wasn't so pent up, he would never have agreed, but this was something you both needed.

you let him play with your body, let him bite your lips with his fangs until it bled, nibble on your neck and create marks, scraping the teeth down. miguel would make eye contact with you while he caressed your chest before, softly sucking on the skin thinking he was sly and in control. he liked the way you tensed in his hold, your body something he can play with and use to relieve himself with. he liked the way you stared back at him, or tilted your neck to give him more access to paint your neck. it drew him in until it was too late, until he was too enamoured with you and the idea of finally having a moment to yourselves. he was bound to his own trap that he set.

that was where he was now, frantically heaving and pushing his hair away from his sweaty face, vision blurring from his tears or pleasure because your cock is hitting that spot just right. his knees were bucking and his brain felt mushy. it never got easier whenever you positioned him like this, and the smirk on your face told him everything his hazy brain needed to know while he let out breathless pleas to take control.

his cock bounced against your skin with every bounce he made, and he couldn't help but drop his pride-- his image that he wanted so desperately to uphold, when you grabbed his pretty cock, and slowly stroked it. the tip drooled precum, and whenever his ass met your pelvis, the underside of his cock would slap against the remains of his previous orgasms. you felt him shiver in the stupidly good pleasure while you bucked your hips, a warning of what would happen if his body became too unreliable to do a simple motion such as ride.

miguels thick hips and body ground yours, eyes droopy with pleasure before you cupped his face, kissing his sweaty forehead and watched as he let go of his pride and his hard exterior, mindlessly grinding his sore hips against yours and leaning into hand. he looked amazing while he rode you under the light of the stars and the city. it only took a few rounds to guide him, and show him the beauty in letting him take control.

no more complaints or annoyed huffs from the man who looked so delectably broken by you. no more empty threats from when you positioned his hips against your tip. all that was left was a beautiful man, and the sweet noises that followed. and while you knew that you would get chewed out by the man the next day for the sore body and joints, the mess in and on his body, and the fatigue that was felt, you knew that it would be so, so worth it for another moment like this.

[twola]

that last anon's request was Big Brain and i wanna jump off it to request the opposite scenario: F!reader is sick with some sort of illness, perhaps not terminal like TB but definitely debilitating for however long she has it. she still wants to be intimate with HH!Arthur and Arthur is just worried about nursing her back to health, but does miss her too, you know... could make for some cute NSFW comfort. if you do this request, ty!!! 🤭

Ah! Caring Arthur. What a nursemaid. I volunteer to be sick. Here’s a shorty for you!

I am still working on four more requests, so if you have one pending, fear not, I haven't forgotten about you!

In Sickness

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader  Smut (18+), MDNI

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In which the trip up to Ambarino does not quite go as planned.

The cold winds rolled down the mountain’s face, clouds so dark it seemed like the dusk had already fallen in the midafternoon, the snowbanks growing by the moment as the horses trudge on.

“C’mon - no use in going on - we gotta set up a tent,” Arthur yells over the wind, his face tucked into the tall collar of his coat. 

You nod, pulling the scarf wrapped around your head to cover the lower half of your face, holding on tightly to the reins of your horse, but it is getting harder by the minute to stay upright. You knew you should haven’t come with him when he asked to you to come up to Ambarino on a hunt: you had already not been feeling great.

Now even as you try to wrap yourself closer against the wind and snow, you burn underneath your layers, feeling weaker and weaker as time ticks by. Arthur brings his horse to a stop amongst a grove of snow covered pines, bearing a small refuge from the howling wind.

He slides off his saddle and immediately starts to unpack the tent in his saddle bags, positioning the tent just out of range of the weighed-down boughs of the trees. 

“C’n’ you start a fire?” He has to yell above the wind, and you nod, moving to climb down from the horse. A bout of lightheadedness hits you, and your coming down is far less graceful than usual.

Actually, you land on your back in the snow, moaning out in pain and exhaustion, and your horse, your young mare, whinnies, and rears in agitation.

Arthur looks up and curses, immediately leaping up and trudging quickly through the snow, up to his boots, to where you landed.

“Shit - Darlin’, took a tumble there.” He says as he stoops over you, leaning over to help you up.

That’s when he sees your flushed face, your labored breathing. “Hey, hey - sweetheart, you feelin’ alright?”

A weak moan is all you can muster.

Arthur looks around, mumbling to himself. He steps closer to you and immediately hoists you up with a strong arm behind your back and the other under your knees, and carries you toward the trees, placing you gently on the ground against one of the large trunks. He stoops down on one knee in front of you, his gloved hands cupping both cheeks as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“I’m gonna get the tent up, then we’ll getcha nice and warm, alright there, darlin’?”

You nod, and he leans over and presses his warm lips to your forehead before standing back up and moving toward the tent, working quickly to get it pitched. He grabs the bedroll from his saddle, yours as well, laying them out beneath the canvas. You stumble up, trying to show that you’re not completely useless and wade through the snowbank toward him as he finishes up the tent.

“C’mere,” Arthur reaches for you and you nearly fall into his embrace, he pulls you into the tent, maneuvering your body with ease onto one of the bedrolls before crawling inside himself. He pulls down the canvas flap to keep out the cold, before pulling a blanket over you as he lays on his side next to you.

You want to cry. This was supposed to be an escape for the two of you - some hunting, maybe a lot of time spent in a tent… and now it's all wasted.

“M’ sorry I’m ruining our outing.” You sigh, eyes glassy looking up at him. 

“You ain’t ruining nothin’ there, sweetheart. If you haven’t noticed, it's stormy as hell outside. Even if you was right as rain, we’d probably still be doin’ the same thing just sittin’ in this tent.” Arthur shakes his head as he pats his bandana on your forehead, wiping away the sweat dotting from your clammy skin.

You frown, blinking away tears. “Not uh, we wouldn’t be wasting time away from camp when you’ve been gone for so long.” You add a piteous tone to the last words.

He snorts lightly, understanding your innuendo. “Darlin’, I don’t think you’re up to that now.”

You huff, your red-tinged cheeks betraying how right he actually is. “But I’ve missed you. So much, Arthur.”

“ ‘nd I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

You pout your lips out slightly, knowing that the man had a hard time saying no to you.

“Arthur…”

“Darlin’.”

“Please?”

He sighs. He pulls his hat off, placing it on the ground next to him. “You know you’re a minx, little miss.” He wriggles off his blue fur-trimmed coat, placing it over your body atop the bedroll. He sheds his boots, leaving them beside the canvas flap tied shut to keep the wind out. The cowboy scoots - a funny sight, considering how large he is inside this little tent - completely next to you, placing his lips softly on your forehead before moving to the back of the tent, behind the bedroll.

Arthur moves to sit behind you, pulling you gently to recline on him between his legs. He presses another kiss against your temples, one of his hands moving slowly toward your lap. 

You let out a deep breath as he draws up the blanket covering your lower half, then pulls at your skirts so that they bunch up around your hips.

You give a weak moan as his rough knuckles brush against the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here. Gonna make you feel so good.” He murmurs against your temple as his hand pushes your legs apart. 

He trails up, up, to the waistband of your bloomers, and slides his hand underneath the fabric as you gasp, his fingers trailing downward once more, through the thatch of hair over your cunt to the apex of your thighs as you close your eyes, your hands clenching against his knees on either side of you. 

He rubs, deliciously slow, at your folds, his pointer finger parting them and pressing gently at your weeping entrance before moving back upwards toward the little nub of nerves. You whine, leaning back against him with your head on his shoulder.

After several moments of gently circling that hooded skin, he kisses your forehead as he presses his hand back downward, and dips his pointer finger inside your entrance.

“Oh -” You stutter as your hips buck toward his touch, and he chuckles softly as he presses his finger in further, pressing against your wet, warm inner walls.

You whine, as he pulls his finger from you and pushes back in, a torturously slow rhythm as he works you open.

A gasp bursts from your throat as he adds a second finger, his middle one, thick and long, as he continues his ministrations. 

“There we go, I’ve got you, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

His thumb presses against that hooded skin above your entrance as his middle and pointer fingers crook within your cunt. Your spread legs shake as he slowly works you, as you pant and gasp, finally looking up at him with lust-blown eyes. Your mouth hangs open as your fingers clutch at the blanket.

“I-I’m gonna-” You choke out before he pushes his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

“Come for me, darlin’ girl.” He whispers roughly into your hair, and you do, oh, you do.

You mewl, high-pitched and needy, as you clench around his fingers, a small gush of your arousal dripping from your cunt, down his palm to his wrists.

He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead as he slowly retracts his fingers. He rights the disheveled waistband of your bloomers, pulling them back into place.

“What - what about you?” You breathe heavily, trying to stay awake.

“ ‘M fine, sweetheart.” He replies, pulling the hem of your skirt down and pulling the blanket up over your form as he adjusts you in his arms.

“But - ”

Arthur lays down atop the bedroll, pulling you over his chest, so that your head is pillowed softly on him. He winds his arms around you and kisses the top of your forehead.

“We can see in the morning, if you’re feelin’ better.”

[firstfirerebel]

𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮

Sumary: Prt. 2 of 'Traitor', when Kenny died his last wish was for you to join the Survey Squad, to join the guy who betrayed you...

Pairing: Levi x fem! Reader

Warnings: many traumas, death, mention of abuse/betrayal, hurt/comfort, mentioned self hate, outcasting/bullying, fluff at the end

"He won't let me help him...", was all you said when Levi joined you at standing before Kennys dying body. You still hated that guy and never wanted to talk to him again, but you wouldn't let him think that you'd just let someone die without trying to help. That wasn't you.

You wanted to inject him the serum, but he refused and just looked at it, while you were out of ideas. You couldn't just force it into him...

"(Y/n)?" Kenny tried to speak while coughing up more and more blood. You looked at the man who, at some point, raised you.

"Join the Survey Squad. I don't want you to be alone when I...",

The anger inside you was not describable. You told Kenny about your feelings when Levi left you. When Levi left you in the underground to rot! Now he asks you to join him?! As his 'last wish'?!

Automatically, you zoomed out and didn't even hear what he and Levi were talking about now. Kenny knew you felt gulity when he took you back in. He who left you as a child with Levi took you back in after you were left by your so-called friend. Levi was the one who broke the promises HE made. HE was the reason you were hurt in the first place, and now you shall join him?!

Your gulit for Kenny was bigger than your hate. He was the one who picked up the pieces Levi broke, he was there when you had problems, he was the one who gave you a will to live again, so you made a decision.

"I'm not meant to be someone's father. I regret many of my decisions, but (Y/n), you aren't one of the....."were Kennys' last words. You took the box with the injection, closed the dead mans eyes, and threw the box at the black haired shorty.

"I'm doing this because of Kenny. Not because of you. I have nothing left anyway,"

You felt him stare at you from behind. As if he wanted to say something, but that must have been your imagination...

"Fine, then let's go...",

☬ ☬ ☬

Your life didn't change much, to be honest. Most of the time, you were training alone, so you didn't even notice that you were at the Survey Squad now. The other soldiers ignored you, and you couldn't care less. If they hated you, you at least had one thing in common....

But you weren't dumb. You noticed how they looked at you with those judging eyes, the way they stopped talking when you walked past them or entered a room. You weren't welcome here, and you felt it very clearly, most likely cause you fought against them a few weeks prior.

If they only knew what their so prescious commander Levi did to you. You had to fight the urge to yell it at their face when they started to whisper to each other when you passed them, as if you didn't hear them...

The only comfort you had was your horse and your diary. But the horses were property of the government, so you didn't want to bond with it too much, just in case it would be taken away from you. But your thoughts and your diary couldn't be taken from you. You hid it under your clothes and wrote into it every night as soon as the other soldiers were asleep.

The only comfort you had in this place.

You did your chores and trained, not causing any problems, that's what you thought at least. Some of your 'colleuges' thought you were arrogant, that you thought you were better than them or whatever their brain thought.

Their at first distant behavior turned into mean comments here and there. Some mean 'pranks' which they insisted were just for fun.

Pulling on your hair, tickle you even though you yelled that you hated it, making jokes about how the horses were your only friends, calling you mean nicknames and other stuff.

Nicknames reminded you of him, back in time, where it was you two against the world. Even though he liked your name, he shortened it just to see your smile or huff at it. And you were the queen of nicknames. Everyone you knew already had three, even if you only knew their full name.

You really should be used to it by now. Your life has always been like this! So why do you still think about him?! Why is your chest always so heavy while remembering?! And why do their comments still hurt?

The man that was the closest thing to a father figure died, shouldn't you be sad about that! Shouldn't you just forget about Levi like he told you months ago?!

Before your attack on the Survey Squad, Kenny talked with you about the whole situation...

"I don't think this is ok. Look, I get what you're feeling, but throwing a damn necklace at him won't erase your pain, dear, "

The fact that you could still hear him saying that...

"I know, Kenny! I just want to do it, to show him I managed to survive without him! I didn't need him to get to this point! The necklaces always showed our connection, so I don't and never need it, and I want him to know that!",

"I- Y'know what? Fuck it! Let's forget this nonsense! Let's forget about Levi and everything around him! We don't need him, right? So why don't we proof this to ourselves? We could start a new life somewhere safe. Just me and you. Levi doesn't deserve having such a power over us!" The whole time he looked at you. You could swear, you saw his cheeks blush.

He was right...

But this was what you've been fighting for the past years, and by his tone, you could hear he meant it seriously. He wanted a new life. Not because of him but because of you...

This wasn't because he was selfish, Kenny wanted you to have a better life, so you could let go of all the pain.

"Guys! It's time!"

As you wanted to go to your troup, he held you back.

"W-we need to go, Kenny", you walked away and didn't look back.

What if you would have said yes? He'd most likely be still here...

Kenny didn't have to die!

Couldn't you just do one damn thing right?!

You really messed everything up. Your chance of a better life, your mission, just everything. Everyone here didn't want you around...

And he definitely didn't care...

If he ever did. Most likely, you were like a stuffed animal to him, good for comfort and letting all the bad things out, but as soon as he was bored/grew up, you were thrown out. Nothing.

It was dark outside, and beside you were the other cadets fast asleep. Some snored like freaking thunder, so sleeping was impossible either way.

As silent as possible, you walked out of the dorm and towards the stables. Actually, it was forbidden to be around the stables at night unless it was required for a mission since the horses needed their sleep. But you couldn't care less.

The heavy feeling in your chest was unbearable! Like your heart was crashed under a titan. Luckily, the moon gave enough light, so you didn't have to switch on the lights and risk getting caught.

Your horse was eating some of their hay, but as you entered, their whole attention was on you.

Suddenly, you felt a cold liquid running down your cheeks. As if ice was on your face. But you knew it were tears. Usually, you never cried. It didn't seem to be in you, but now? Now you felt like a kid again. Helpless without protection.

When your horse noticed their ears turned towards you, which meant you had their full attention. They stepped closer to you, and with their soft nostrils, they tried to wipe away your tears, which made you giggle at their cute action.

"You're not supposed to be around here. Tomorrow is a mission. You and the horses need rest. " That damn voice. The question why he was around was unimportant, you knew that he never really needed sleep.

"As if you care..."

You heard and felt him leaning onto the door behind/next to you. His eyes were only on you, as if he was watching prey to hunt.

"What makes you think that I don't?" He sounded interested...?

You had to laugh ,,Was I the one who left you behind?! Did I just abandon the person I grew up with?! Levi, you left! You didn't even say goodbye, nor took me with you! You just acted and made me feel like nothing! So don't you dare say that you care about me when you left me without second thoughts!"

You heard him enter the box to your horse. He knelt in front of you and softly (?!) took your hands into his.

"(Y/n) look at me,"

As you did, you saw his eyes now soft and caring... you expected him to yell at you!

"I didn't do all of that. The Survey Squad let you get away on purpose. I was forced to join them and didn't want you to get imprisoned into this life like I was. And when I was allowed outside alone, you were nowhere in the undergrounds!"

"But you knew me! I would have chosen death with you guys over being left alone! Why did you do it"

"Because I love you! And NOT in a relative or platonic way! I have since my mother died, and you chose to leave everything behind to be with me! I wanted to tell you when the mission would be over, but it nev-"

He couldn't finish his sentence cause you pulled him into a kiss by his shirt. Hearing him confess made you realize why you couldn't go with Kenny all those months ago. You were in love with Levi, and the hate you believed to feel was the heartbreak you tried to ignore...

That's why you felt weird when Isabel called Levi her brother. You were scared of getting replaced.

You two broke the kiss when your horse started to try to push Levi away from you.

"Hey! Get yourself a girlfriend and stop stealing mine", Levi laughed as he playfully pushed the horses head away. They gave him a glare but started to eat some hay again.

You giggled and closed your eyes while snuggling into Levis chest, finally feeling home again.

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

[ronika-writes-stuff]

This Starving Heart

#4. Accidents - II

Ishan had enjoyed teasing shubhman thoroughly that day.

He made jokes on lessons for proper usage of towels and dangers accidental flashing the entire day.

Considering the ungodly amount of shorty jokes Ishan had been on the receiving end of, it was well deserved in his opinion.

At some point when they were in the dressing room after practice and shubhman had just come out of the shower, he had grabbed the waistband of his trousers, tugged and snapped them.

The reaction was priceless.

He had shrieked, jumped and dropped the bundle of clothes in his hands while trying to grab his trousers.

Ishan's own laughter was joined by everyone around them.

But then his teammates joined in on the teasing and that's when everything went to shit.

Suddenly...... It didn't feel that good anymore.

Especially when he took a good look at shubhman's face, who was trying his best to plaster a fake smile on and go along with his teammates jokes.

To ishan, He looked like he was one second away from bursting into tears.

Guilt churned in his gut.

Maybe he went too far?

The way shubhman was clutching his bag to his chest and looking down at the floor, not meeting anyone's eyes and desperately plastering a fake smile on his face gave him the answer.

During dinner he barely ate a few spoons of pasta before bolting for their room.

So ishan shoved down his own food quickly and ran after him.

He entered their room and saw him curled up inside a blanket on his side of the bed.

"Hey.

Are you sleeping?"

Dumb question.

He poked the bundle of blankets in front of him.

"Heeeey... Wake up now, c'mon."

He kept poking until the bundle finally stirred.

There was some shuffling and finally his roommate's head popped out from under the blanket.

His face was clear, but his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

Ishan instantly felt his guilt increase ten fold.

"What do you want?"

He sounded tired.

"I'm Sorry."

"What?"

"I'm sorry....for the morning and...you know..."

"It's okay."

He cut him off and pulled the blanket back over his head.

Ishan had a feeling that he was absolutely not okay.

So he continued.

"I didn't think they would join in like that. I mean it.... I'm sorry....so don't cry now plea- "

Shubhman threw the blanket away and sat up.

"Who's CRYING!?

I'M NOT CRYING! Do I look like a sniveling child to you?"

Oops. He hit a nerve.

"You are a child in a giraffe's body but that's besides the point.

Will you stop crying now or do you want a pacifier?"

Ishan mentally slapped himself.

Sometimes, his brain and mouth forget to coordinate.

"Paci- 

Just PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE FOR FUCK'S SAKE."

Shubhman got up, grabbed his phone and pillow, and started walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere else to get some fucking sleep."

He didn't even look back.

A sudden flare of anger bubbled up inside him at the thought of his roommate going to someone else's room and sleeping beside them.

He grabbed shubhman by the collar of his T-shirt and yanked him away From the door.

"what the f-  "

Ishan ignored his non-stop stream of curses and dragged him back to their bed.

"Just sleep. There's no need to disturb others. I won't bother you anymore so.... You don't need to leave."

With that, he made a run for the bathroom to avoid confronting the odd mixture of emotions churning in his heart and messing with his brain, leaving his bewildered roommate alone.

When ishan finally came out after getting over a random bout of existential crisis, while dealing with his mind 's odd fixation on his roommate (that even he couldn't understand), he genuinely hadn't expected Shubhman to stay.

But there he was.

Instead of sleeping on his side of the bed, he was lying in an odd sort of position with his head on Ishan's pillow and the rest of his body lying diagonally on the bed's center.

Ishan walked closer to their bed, stood at the edge and allowed his eyes to wander.

The peaceful expression, the way his left cheek was pressed against the pillow, the shadows formed on his cheek bones by his lashes, the way his eyebrows were just a little bit scrunched and the small pout on his lips... His eyes took in every detail.

He really didn't have the heart to wake him up and tell him to move, so he gently lifted his legs and moved them forward so Shubhman was lying on Ishan's side completely.

He took one last look, softy ran his fingers through his hair once, and then turned off the lights.

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Shubhman's brand of weirdness continued throughout the week.

Because now ishan consciously observed him, he could clearly notice the sudden changes in his behavior. For example,

Shubhman never changed clothes in their room again after that little incident.

He always got dressed in the bathroom before coming out.

He was sleep deprived.

During breaks between their practice and bus rides, he was either dozing off on someone's shoulder or sleeping on someone's lap.

He stared.

A lot.

Ishan didn't realize it at first.

He caught him looking a few times but dismissed it.

Until one day when he caught him staring, again, and decided to hold his gaze.

Shubhman looked away instantly.

Since then, he caught him staring multiple times.

Ishan never called him out on it, and didn't try to start a staring contest with him either.

That sensation of being watched should bother him. It certainly does when others do it.

Strangely enough, When it was that pair of eyes; eyes which reminded him of warm dusky evenings, he didn't mind.

By the end of the week, an uncomfortable awkwardness had settled between him and shubhman.

They both felt it, but neither of them wanted to address it.

The odd silence, the lack of fights, the avoidance, the staring.....

It left Ishan frustrated and confused.

At some point somewhere, something had fundamentally changed between them.

They both were aware of it, but didn't breech the topic.

At that time, they both were so lost in trying to sort their own tangled emotions that they forgot how observant their teammates actually were.

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Bit of a boring chapter but I have some action planned for the next ones so

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♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes— Miya Twins x Reader

Aromantic Y/N | Fluff

“Let go already!"

"No! This isn't yours!" You tightened your grip on the burgundy jacket. The tips of your fingers had turned white as you refused to surrender the item to the selfish Miya twin. "I told you ‘Samu was the one who gave me this jacket, so yours must be somewhere else. Now let go or it's going to rip!"

"And I say yer claim is a load of bull! This has my freaking name on it!"

"You both have the same name!" It was a great wonder how a person such as him was given the title the 'best setter of Japan'. Do brain cells die from too much training?

Despite your effort to pull the jacket from his hold, you'd purposely let it go. It was better to see it with Atsumu in one piece rather than it to be shared in two torn pieces.

"What are you two arguing about?" Osamu walked inside the room to see his brother laugh in triumph while you were on your knees with tears brimming your eyes.

"Saamuuuu! Your brother was being mean agaaaain." You ran to the sane twin's side. There were red marks on your arm as you revealed the assault Atsumu has done to get the jacket. "He just forced it off from me when I refused. But please get it back? It's too cold outside, and I don't want to die from the cold!"

Osamu sighed. It was too tiring to argue with this brother but he didn't want you to suffer either so he suggested an alternative plan instead. "What if we go to that ramen shop on the way home? I'll even lend ya my extra jacket if you want."

"Really? You won't mind if Atsumu stole your jacket-?"

"What the hell?” Atsumu rudely butted in. “It is MINE! And don't I get to eat ramen, too? I am your brother, not this lame shortie."

The gray haired twin removed his jacket as he ignored the cries of the backwards evolving unstable one. "I don't mind if it is you."

You gave him your brightest smile.

Headcanon: Finding the other wearing their clothes

-The Miya twins shares clothes most of the time.

-Osamu doesn't want to because Atsumu does not take care for the things he borrowed.

-Atsumu is the kind to be so possessive with his items but rarely shows care for the stuff he borrows.

-Borrowing their clothes might seem cute but their clothes are stinky af.

-There were times when you saw either of them wearing familiar item from your closet (a hat mostly) and it was the thing you lost months ago which you had forgotten at their house.

[juyeonszn]

I CAN’T LOSE WHEN I’M WITH YOU

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 603

GENRES itty bitty angst? ﹒fluff ig? ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, kevin is having an existential crisis, established relationship, kinda? cnc?, somnophilia, cockwarming, tbh that’s all 😭 this is a shortie but she’s kinda cute too ig

SUMMARY even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

MORE this one is a double whammy besties 🤓 along with being kevin’s fic for fawntober, she is also a long awaited request from my 100 follower event for @confuchan !! im sorry this took so long 😭 i hope it meets ur expectations!! if u enjoyed, pls don’t forget to reblog! prompts used are: 8, 19

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

Laying here, staring up at the ceiling like it was more interesting than any news story on TV, Kevin felt like he was at a standstill.

It was like the world came to a spinning halt, and the only thing he could focus on was the low hum of the fan in the corner of the room along with his own breathing. But then you stirred beside him and pulled away his concentration as if it were second nature to you.

Now all he could do was listen to your evened breaths, watching your shoulder rise and fall as you slept. You looked so peaceful, soft snores filling his ears as he leaned in to wrap his arms around you. You felt so warm in his embrace, your skin against his tucking away all the worries that had been stuffed inside of his head. Everything just came so easily with you.

It was amazing how you didn’t even have to do anything, just your presence was sufficient to calm the storms raging in his brain. Your brows were slightly furrowed, like you were invested in the dream you were having. He can’t help the small smile that works its way onto his lips.

You mumble something in your sleep, alarming Kevin for a moment before he caresses your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I just want to hold you close.”

Maybe holding you close was a bad idea though, what with the way you kept moving. Each squirm brushed up against him, turning him even more restless than he was before. He pushes your hips into the mattress to still you, holding in the choked groan threatening to free itself from the back of his throat.

Despite all the uncertainties that plagued Kevin’s mind moments ago, one thing was for sure. You were wearing way too many clothes for what he had in mind. The thought of your wet heat alone was enough to bring a sense of peace within him. Perhaps that was all he needed to finally fall into a blissful slumber; just the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in.

His fingers sneak down to the bottom hem of your panties, grateful that you were pantsless and your legs were somewhat spread already. He pushes aside your underwear, slipping himself out of his own. Kevin sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder to quell the inkling of shame burrowing through his chest as his cock slides into your cunt without hesitation.

Fuck, it was like your pussy was made for him. It was as if you were created solely for the purpose of Kevin’s dick burying itself deep inside of you. His eyes flutter shut, finger creeping under your t-shirt to rest his hand on your stomach. He twitches in you when you whimper in your sleep, scooting yourself against him. His broad chest was sandwiched to your back, the two of you as close as physically possible.

This was perfect. He didn’t even have to move, didn’t even have the desire to finish either. All he wanted was to stay like this, his cock snug between the walls of your cunt. In fact, it’s enough to lull himself to sleep, effectively resetting any and every existential crises running through his head.

That was the thing about you. You were always the one constant in Kevin’s life. You could turn a bad day into a good one in a matter of minutes. Even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

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[pubbybutch]

I’ll Hold Your Hands (They’re Just like Ice) - Tess Servopoulos x Sick! Reader

SOOOO... this is the first fic I’m actually posting on Tumblr in a lonnnnnng time, so if y’all have got any suggestions that would be great! IF YOU SEE SPELLING MISTAKES - SQUINT.

Word Count: 1.1K - She’s a lil shorty.

Minors, Men and Fuckheads dni 💚

(Tess is so hot, she has my little gay heart going pitter-patter.)

The Boston QZ wasn't the cleanest place in the world or what was left of it, and with the snow starting to cover more and more of the pavements it was only a matter of time before one of you got sick. The FEDRA agents had begun to pick up a bit of a trail Tess and Joel had been careless enough to leave, so you’d been picking up extra shifts shoveling snow off the roads to get enough cards to sustain the three of you while your partner and her right-hand man laid low. The winter gloves that you’d salvaged a couple years back from a strip mall just off I-95 while on a run out to Lincoln were threadbare but served you better than no protection from the bitter ice, the winter before having claimed many a toe or finger from those around you as frostbite set in, and your boots weren't much better. It was only a matter of time before you fell ill. And ill did you fall.

Coughing up your lungs, a fever that was practically cooking you from the inside out had left you bedridden. A large plastic bowl filled with water sat on the bedside table with a spare rag floating in it, a light sheet covered you as you lay sweating buckets while the itchy top quilt sat balled around your feet. Floating in and out of consciousness, mind fuzzy and body preoccupied with trying to beat the sickness, you don’t notice the hesitant opening of the bedroom door nor the soft footfall of Tess as she makes her way to you. A gentle hand comes to rest against your forehead and has you bolting up at the unexpected touch.

 “Easy sweetheart, it’s jus’ me. Gotta check you’re not completely burning up…” Her voice is soft and gravely as she moves the damp cloth from your forehead and replaces it with the fresh one from the bowl, the cool wetness now coating your brow instantly provides you with great relief as Tess’ firm hands guide your body back down against the pillows. She fiddles around you, tucking the light sheets and heavy quilt taut against your near comatose frame, the tightness and the overwhelming heat from too many layers causes you to mumble under your breath, “...’s too much Tess…”

She just smiles and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before returning to full height, “You know as well as anyone that we need to break that fever, sweet cheeks.” You watch as she draws the moth-eaten curtains to block out as much light as possible before turning and heading out into the kitchen where you catch a slip of the broad shoulders of Joel sitting at the table hunched over as she closes the door gently behind herself. The large fluffy flakes of snow pelting against the window and swirling around outside the window mesmerize your slowed brain and lull you into a dreamless inky dark sleep.

A tentative weight being placed on the end of the mattress wakes you, rubbing sleep from your eyes your gaze meets Tess’, her looking at you with unfathomable worry. “Hey again, sleepyhead, how’s your head?” 

“I-I,” your voice cracks from disuse, clearing your throat, you try again. “I’m fine, Tess, promise. Just a Lil bit sor-” A cough racks your lungs, forcing you up from your lying position, bent chest over legs as you struggle to catch your breath. Lithe arms wrap around you, pulling you straight and supporting your head on a bony shoulder as one hand moves soothingly up and down your spine and the other scratches deep into your scalp as air finally floods into your lungs. “That’s m’ girl, easy now, big breaths.” Tess’ soft encouragement falls on deaf ears as you breathe her in, split ends tickling your nose as they peek out from the bandana sitting across her head. The two of you sit there content in the comfortable silence, the sounds filling the room are soft breathing and the rustling of hair as Tess’ nails dig into your head, relieving the tension from your forehead and clearing the fog from your mind.

The peace is broken by a knock on the door.

“What ya want, Joel?” Her voice shaking you as her chest reverberates under your ear, and you’d slumped over asleep on her without realizing it.

“Soup’s done, tha’s all.”

“Come on sweetheart, lean up a little for me.” She positions you so that you’re sitting up flush against the headboard of the creaky old bed, arms by your sides. “Do you wanna come out to eat? Or will I bring it to you?” Bring what? Oh! Dinner… 

“I don't know if I could eat, Tess…”

“I’ll bring it to ya, you’re gonna eat.”

Before you can argue she’s up and gone. All you can do is listen as she talks to Joel, you can’t make out her wording exactly but she’s concerned you can tell by the tone and the lack of anything but grunts of agreement on Joel’s part. The clattering of dishes and cutlery are the only indicators of what stage everything is at on the other side of the grubby chipped door.

The creaking of the door hinge pulls your attention away from the now-blizzarding snow outside the window. Tess holds a small bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, she sits next to you on the bed. 

“Tess… I’m not hung-”

“You’re eating, no arguing.” The order comes clear as day, and you obey. You always do. A small spoon dips into the mix of vegetables and broth, before the woman in front of you brings the spoon to your mouth. Gently placing it inside your mouth once it opens, the heat of the liquid warms you down to your toes. Tess repeats the same process, resting every once in a while until the bowl is empty and your stomach feels full.

“You’re gonna feel better after that, sweetheart. And if you don’t, I’ll eat my fuckin’ hat.” She sets the bowl on the bedside table before climbing into the bed next to you. Curling up into her side, head on her chest, the sound of her heart beating and the air entering and leaving her lungs lulls you over to sleep as she fixes the quilt around your shoulders.

As you sleep, belly full and sniffles diminished, Joel peeks his head round the door frame and looks to Tess, only to find her out for the count as well. A smile pulling at her lips and her brow unfurrowed, seemingly content with you in her arms.

[angst-after-dark]

CW: LADY WHUMP, BBU/BBU-ADJACENT SETTING, BROKEN BONES, DEATH THREATS, DEHUMANIZATION, RECORDED TORTURE, RANSOM VIDEO

Taglist/General Writing Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy @oddsconvert @siren-of-agony @gottawhump @winedark-whump

The click of boots against damp concrete, the sound metallic, was the first noise to pierce her consciousness, quiet but out of place and therefore startling. Her eyes didn't want to open, heavy like lead. The pounding in her head certainly didn't make the idea of moving appealing. She swallowed, throat impressively dry and clicking. Her tongue sand papery and limp in her mouth, feeling out of place.

“Smile for the camera!” Shorty chirped. 

Kestrel blinked, head swimming once more, and pulled against the ropes that secured her to the chair. The restraint had grown too tight to move, but the shield could still shake her head – for the time being. They responded to her struggle by tightening further.

“No, no, no,” the torturer chided, in the tone of talking to a child. “You have to keep still, or it’ll come out blurry.”

“Smile, Ms. Diaz."

Even immobilized, she could still scowl – there was nothing her captor could do about that – but Shorty seemed to have decided that this was as good as it would get. He’d walked back to slip under the cloth that shielded the back of the camera. 

The flash flared bright magnesium, startling and blinding her. She jerked, instinctively wrenching her head away. Pain shot down her neck. The light from the camera temporarily blinded her with splotches of black, white and red.

Lanky was less than pleased. The bat scraped across the floor as he crossed the room towards her. She stiffened, knowing he was close.

Something hard and merciless connected with her kneecap. She jumped, startled at the noise. It echoed in the wine cellar as loud as a gunshot and for a moment she had half a mind to check if she’d been wounded. She didn't have the chance. Her body flashed hot. 

Cold. Ice filled her veins. Everything froze. 

Her brain, her body, even the air she'd taken to scream seemed to hang suspended in between the shock and the inevitable pain she was going to feel. 

The world spun around her, the concrete floor beneath her feet shifting, and Kestrel strained against the restraints that held her firmly against the chair as she doubled over. What little she’d eaten for breakfast leapt into her throat, threatening to evict itself from her lurching stomach. 

The chair dug into her back, a minute annoyance compared to the searing pain in her knee. She breathed hard, still looking at the concrete floor. 

Lanky’s unoccupied hand shot out and grasped his hair, twisting it painfully before wrenching his head back, forcing her to look directly into the camera.

She flinched.She swallowed and shuddered at the strain on her throat, bracing herself for what would come next.

The red light of a flashing video camera appeared through the curtain of curls that’s fallen over her face. She stared at it for a moment, panting. The sting of tears as they leapt to her eyes and made a trail down her cheeks. 

“Come now, Ms. Diaz. You’re going to have to do a bit better than that. How will your masters know you need rescuing if you keep quiet?”

“I told you,” she rasped. She couldn't bite back a groan. The tears hadn't stopped. Malcolm would be pissed she’d cried. What happened to die quietly? She was supposed to be the best of the best. “They won't pay. We're meant to die.”

We're replaceable. She thought. Expensive, but replaceable.

There was a long, painful moment of anticipation. 

“I fractured your knee cap, “ he said, lifting his foot up and pressing on the aforementioned injury with the toe of his shoe. 

She finally gave him what he wanted. 

A ragged scream escaped her lips.

She closed her eyes when the screams morphed out into sobs and those sobs finally petered out. 

Lanky glared at her. She watched him carefully, the pain filling her brain with a heavy haze. He chewed on the inside of his lip and swallowed hard. “If they don’t pay, I’m going to kill you.”

He hurried out of the basement, slamming the door closed. Kestrel listened to his footsteps as he climbed the stairs outside. With every breath entering and leaving her lungs, she waited for death. 

The little red dot of light bored holes into her skull. Recording every second for later use. Wick would watch this. He'd be discouraged but he'd insist on watching.

When she settled again, she stared long and hard at the camera, trying to think of something more to say. Maybe tell a joke or two, to lighten the mood. Get a grin out of him while she still could.

“......it's okay,” she whispered and then, louder, pushing past the pain. She forced a smile, choked out a laugh. Her voice stayed light - as if she were coaxing him to sleep, as if they were discussing a missed shot in basketball. That's all this was, “It's okay, Mx. It's okay to turn it off.”

Shorty hadn't left yet. 

His grin was sadistic as he picked up where Lanky had left off. He swung the bat, catching her in the ribs, a loud snapping echoing throughout the musty air, accompanied by her strangled, pathetic squeak. Her breath came out in sharp, quick, shallow inhales. It took her almost forty seconds to suck in enough air to begin talking again.

Turning back to face the camera, the man crouched down so Kestrel was in full view. Once again, she fell back on a prayer. One Therese Diaz knew by heart, had memorized in her youth on her grandmother’s knee. One the training program had tried to bury when remaking her into Leigh Kestrel.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t free or even protect herself, but she could do this, she could pray.

Santa María, Madre de Dios,

ruega por nosotros pecadores,

ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.

Pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death.

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[cerisesakurainspring]

Miya Twins and Kita Shinsuke

~~Oneshot Series Haikyuū~~

The white car pulled into an empty space in front of a convenience store, and Kita easily backed up into it. He then adjusted the shifter to park, undoing his seatbelt shortly after.

Before leaving the car, he turned towards the Miya twins sitting in the rear seats. "I will only take 5 minutes, so please behave. Feel free to snack on that for the time being," he said, pointing at the remaining chip bag and then stepping out.

Osamu grabbed the chip bag and coddled it in his arms.

"Hoi! Ya gotta share or im'ma tell Kita-san." Atsumu latched onto the bag, and they both pulled at it like a tug of war. The bag suddenly exploded from the pressure, and the chips flew like confetti, decorating the car's floor in bright yellow crumbs.

"Ah shit, we're dead." the spiker grimaced.

"It's yer fault, you dumb shit," the setter countered and grabbed his twin's jacket collar.

Osamu did the same and shook his annoying half, hoping the shaking motion would cause his brain to stop functioning "Ya should ev been a vegetable, you blockhead!"

A sudden phone ringing interrupted their argument, and they had to let go of each other's clutches. The display screen showed Kita's phone number, and the Miya twins slowly tilted their heads outside the car window with fear in their eyes.

Their senpai stood by the store's door with a warning look before entering it. The two 2nd years had to look away and sit still like children being told off by a parent.

Unfortunately, their goody-two-shoes acting didn't last a minute because Atsumu realized he had the deadliest weapon of all. He mischievously smirked at his plan and eyed his twin with intensity.

He waited for Osamu to start drinking his soda before finally unleashing a silent but monstrous fart. It filled the car with the most revolting odour that rivalled a skunk's.

The disgustingly pungent smell finally reached the silver-haired man's nose, and he started choking on his drink. He gagged at the suffocating stench and desperately went for the window, hoping to air out the cabin. 

To his horror, he realized Atsumu had activated the child lock, trapping them both in what felt like a gas chamber.

"Tsumu, yer shitty ass's foul!" Osamu screamed while holding his breath. "Open the goddamn window!!"

The blonde man laughed hysterically, not caring that he was running out of breath from the foul odour. His twin pounded at his chest with one hand, and the other banged the window in frantic motions.

The Miya twins continued to suffocate in the confined space, one dying from amusement while the other was almost at death's door from the lethal smell of something rotten to the core.

Kita stared through the glass window of the convenience store. He already knew he couldn't leave the two by themselves in peace.

He weighed his options with scrutiny. He could reprimand them for the misbehaviour or let them box it out instead.

With a heavy sigh, the volleyball captain walked out and decided he should separate the twins before one of them died.

He opened Osamu's door, to which the latter jumped out in desperate escape, gasping the fresh air as if he had been deprived of oxygen for a lifetime.

Not long after, the deadly fart smell hit Kita harsher than a volleyball hitting his face, and he almost fainted from the acrid fumes. It was far too overwhelming that he had to force himself to sit on the ground to ease his dizziness.

He couldn't help but ask with genuine concern at the coughing blonde Miya, whose half-body was perched over the opposite car window. "Atsumu, what died inside of you?"

Here's a humour shortie for an ongoing One-Shot Series. It is available on AO3 as well as Wattpad. Thank you for reading 😊

[his-saiko]

NEED YOU NOW

💐 fluff timeskip!characters x gn!reader [Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Sakusa Kiyoomi]

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Cuz he my main bae

Last time you talked to him was when you confessed to him after graduation. It was the only time you were prepared for any sort of rejection.

You didn’t think he has any sort of interests out of what he likes already. A flat out no and a snarky comment was already at the back of your head when you did it.

But you remember him quiet. Unfazed. Blinking down at you.

His best friend was there too dumbfounded as well.

Heat crept up your face and you laugh out your embarrassment. You said sorry, “I guess, it’s not really something you think about… I’ll just get going now.” You turned and walked away quickly.

You heard Yamaguchi call for you but you ignored it and ran away.

The next time you saw him, there was a thin layer of screen from your TV separating you two. You can only sigh and prop your head as you watch him from afar. You’d say this is enough but you know damn well it’s not. I can see right through you. Don’t lie to me.

It was your day off and your best friend kicked you out of your shared apartment so you could do something else other than “sulking over a blond man.”

What are the places to be if you want a quiet day on your own? Well, you could go to a museum. You’re not much of a history buff or anything but looking at the things displayed there are nice.

You entered the museum and just aimlessly walked around looking at the displays and occasionally listening to the tour guides when you happen to catch yourself with a tour group. Of course, you’re always the first to leave the section they’re in.

You always catch yourself sighing. It’s not that you regret going out it’s just that ‘sulking over a blond man for years.’ I guess it has been years. You finished college and started working. Is it that bad?

“Oh,” You heard your name escape someone’s breath.

You turned and saw that tall blond you had confessed to. Confusion and annoyance spilt over your face like paint splattered over an empty canvas. “Tsukishima?”

He took off his glasses and wiped them. Of course, he’s unbothered.

You calmed yourself down with a deep and heavy breath. You tilted your head. “Why are you here?”

“I work here.” He put his glasses back on and looked down at you.

“Oh, I see.” Somehow the museum turned into something more of a hall of memories as you play back in your mind your days in high school. Then that confession. You put up a cheery front and a smile. “Well,” you say as you pat his shoulder, “I’ll get going now,” and walked away.

“Wait.”

What does he mean ‘wait’? What else is there to talk about?

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you but I couldn’t get a hold of you since you changed your number after graduation.”

“Huh?” You muttered under your breath and looked back at him.

“I was about to say something before you ran off like a dumbass.”

You held back your tongue and gritted your teeth at his blunt demeanour. You crossed your arms. “I knew the answer already. I didn’t need to stick around and waste my energy.” You grumbled.

“Then why did you run, idiot?”

Heat rose up to your face. You bit and chewed the inside of your cheek to keep you from dying from embarrassment. Wait, why would he want you to stick around?

“I’m about to leave work. There’s a café we could go to. Are you free?”

You tilted your head at him, trying to process what’s going on.

The blond sighed. “I’m asking you out on a date, idiot.” His eyes laced with unamusement stabbed you.

“Ah-Uh… Eh? Wait… you…”

He put his hand on your head. “Stop thinking. Your brain is starting to fry.”

“Ugh. If you just flat out say what you mean, then I wouldn’t have to fry my brain.”

“I like you too, shorty.” He chuckled. “C’mon. I’m hungry.” He said and pulled you by the hand.

KENMA KOZUME

You guys had a fight again. But this time it was just you ranting and him being quiet while on his PC.

It stabbed you when you realized that, so you decided to just keep quiet.

You knew it was going to be a bit busy when he started a company. You sighed and went back to your bedroom and started packing your clothes.

You hear the door crack open and saw Kenma looking at you. His face was laced with… I don’t know… anger, worry - something.

You finished packing and got up. You fidgeted with your luggage’s handle as you try to think of something to say.

You don’t want to let him go but you don’t feel like you’re needed.

“I think we need to work on ourselves for a while,” You said softly, trying not to break your voice. “I just feel like our relationship points are going down and not being taken care off.”

Kenma said your name. His fist was turning white by the way he was gripping the door.

“I’ll come back when the ‘anger buff’ is gone.” You say as you walk out.

You stayed with your best friend who was having the time of their life threatening your partner who wasn’t there. You imagine them having explosions at the palm of their hands.

The next day, Kuroo came to check up on you. He reassured you that everything will work out.

It’s been a month and more. You only knew how much time passed because Kuroo checks up on you twice every week with gifts from Kenma.

Your friend will have a snarky comment about it but you always defend your love even if you’re upset about him.

You’re tired. Maybe it was your friend’s comments getting to you but maybe Kenma’s just better off on his own now. Kuroo didn’t come today…

You checked on your friend to see them knocked out on their bed. You went back to the couch and hugged your knees for comfort. You couldn’t help but cry silently but your heart was breaking. It felt like something out of an anime or a cutscene where the protagonist would realize something and break down.

You looked at the clock on the TV stand and saw that the day was past done. There it was. Game over. The time limit was long gone. The mission failed. It made you cry even more.

“Kenma…�� You whispered through your hics. Maybe if you try to keep calling him he’ll appear.

But who you were kidding… unlike the games you and him play, it won’t work here. You’re not on discord. But who’s stopping you from trying?

You snapped out of your misery moment when you heard a soft knock on the door. You wiped everything and breathed in and out until you’ve calmed down.

The soft knock called for you again so you answered. You saw Kenma panting with flowers in his hand. He dropped to his knees and hand, cradling the bouquet with his free hand.

You panicked not knowing what to do. “Stamina… Stamina…” You mumbled. What do you do about stamina? There’s no potion for it here!

You remembered Kuroo saying that a banana helps. You helped Kenma sit on the couch and rushed to get him water and a banana. You’re not much of a healer but hopefully it helps. You waited for him to finish his water.

Kenma collapsed, leaning his head on the backrest.

“Wh-why did you come here so late?!”

“I just felt like it.” He mumbled.

You choke on his nonchalant words. “But it’s late!” You started scolding him.

He chomped down on the banana. More like murdered it. “Is it weird that I would need the person I love?!”

You pouted at his question and turned your head towards the bouquet with a card saying ‘I’m sorry.’

“I only came now because usually your buffs after our arguments lasts over more than a month.”

You blush. Your anger lasts for a day or two, then you become pouty for weeks, then your sadness sets in after that. You hug the love of your life and cried. “I’m sorry,” you say through your sobs.

“No. I should be saying that. I should have kept track of our relationship. But right now I’m tired.” He set himself to lie down on the couch and pulled you close. It wasn’t long until the two of you slept in each others arms like you always should.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You don’t know how you did it but you ended up with one of the best players of volleyball of Division One as your partner.

You’ve only talked to Komori since you guys go way back. You’ve only ever smiled at Sakusa and greeted him.

But then he asked you out.

It’s not like you don’t have a crush on him. Komori saw that immediately when you met his cousin. It’s just that you were never expecting him to feel the same.

You weren’t expecting anything from him since his social anything is almost nonexistent. Except for the people other than you and Komori surrounding him. You thought you could be fine with being his partner.

Wrong! The silence between you two is deafening.

You only ever see him react when someone is flirting with you and he happens to be there. Other than that Komori, Atsumu, Bokuto or Hinata would be there to protect you.

It didn’t help that the media is throwing gossip around about who you are and why you are so close to the MSBY players. Not to mention the public opinion.

Your boss had to let work from home so the press would stop looking for you in the company building.

Komori was the only one visiting you and bringing you food.

As time went on the frustrations you didn’t know you had started settling, you unconsciously called for Komori, not knowing what to say. “Ah, can you come over? Bring my favourite please.” You chuckled as cheerfully as you could so he wouldn’t hear you crying.

You took a break from your work and gave yourself some good old and well-deserved pampering. You finished just before Komori usually arrives at your place so you waited.

And waited…

There was loud knocking at the door. It sounded heavier than Komori’s.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Open up.” Sakusa knocked on your door demandingly.

You opened the door to see your man standing broodily. His face scared you so you went on instinct and shut the door.

Sakusa knocked on the door again and called for you. “I’m not in the mood to play games. Open the door.”

You didn’t mean to shut the door on him. But knowing that he’s mad now might as well break up. Maybe he came here to do just that. You leaned your head on the door and cried.

There was silence and a door between you two.

“Omi, I’m sorry. I thought I’m fine with just being by your side but I don’t even think I was fit to be yours.” You sobbed and hicced.

“What?! Open the door! Open the door right now!” His voice has concern written all over it.

You slowly opened the door and wiped your tears so you could look at him at least properly if this will be the last time.

He put down the bags that you only just know noticed and hugged you.

You should be blushing, but your confusion was greater. “Omi?”

“You damn…” He grumbled, “germ. If you were having such a hard time why didn’t you call me first?”

You tried to remember if you were done with your vaccines and thanked yourself for taking time to clean up first. You still need to answer your man though. “Oh, I… I thought you don’t want to deal…” Right. Why didn’t you call for him first?

You pulled back from him and wiped your tears. “I thought you were too busy.”

He clicked his tongue and tucked his mask under his chin. “Even if I am if something is hurting you, it’s my job to help you with it.” He let himself in and closed the door as well. He picked up the bag and set if down the coffee table. He sat down the couch and sighed deeply.

You sat down beside him. You were unsure about the distance until he scooted closer to you and put his arm on the backrest.

You turned on the TV the both of you watched and ate the food he brought together and for the first time in your relationship he took care of you the way you imagined he would.

He was still quiet all through out but words were never his forte. Before you knew it you were sleeping in his arms.

The next morning you woke up to your phone blasting notification after notification. Messages from friends and other things like tags on twitter. You checked the ones from Komori, Hinata, Atsumu, and Bokuto telling you that they were glad everything worked out and that they’ll help you whenever they can.

You were confused by this so you checked twitter thinking that it would answer your question then you saw the media talking about you and Sakusa.

You went to Sakusa’s twitter and saw his last tweet. “[Y/n] is mine. Don’t bother them.”

It was out of character of him but at least the bothersome things you dealt with stopped.

As time went on, Sakusa would come unannounced but not unwelcomed because it’s always during the times when you needed someone the most and the safest place you knew was in his arms.

© 2022 Alfi. Do not repost any of my work

[samobservessonic]

We have the same creative team going into the next part of this story, as we pick up from just after where we left off last time, with Omni-Viewer helping Sonic and friends escape back home. It seems that even though Omni-Viewer is being forced to work for Robotnik, it managed to find a loophole in his orders to “get rid of” Sonic and the others by literally taking them home, thus not disobeying Robotnik at all. That’s what a cool non-cop dimension-travelling buddy does for their bros, after all

But Omin-Viewer can’t stick around any longer than this and just getting home hasn’t solved Sonic’s problems, as it looks like the badniks have gotten a serious upgrade since the last time we saw them. Now we’re looking at StC-exclusive badniks as opposed to the ones from the early Sonic games. It’s funny, because I did admittedly quite like how weirdly ruthless the average badniks were at the beginning of the comic, but there was something silly about your average Aquis being able to send the entire Oil Ocean Zone up in flames to torch Sonic alive, so I can see why they might’ve chosen to switch them out for something that looks a bit more sinister

Tails remarks that he hasn’t seen badniks like these before and it takes Sonic a few pages worth of fighting to destroy them to release the little animals inside. And to answer the question of “How did the badniks become so strong so quickly”, we learn that Sonic hasn’t been seen for six months!

Johnny’s the one to figure out what Omni-Viewer couldn’t stick around to explain. It seems that for some reason, Robotnik thought it was a good idea to send Sonic to the future to avoid him getting in the way of his plans, but didn’t specify how long and the Omni-Viewer decided that six months was enough time for the damage to not be too bad without making Robotnik suspicious. This all seems a bit convoluted, but one thing the news sections of the comics have been talking about a lot lately is (the then upcoming) Sonic CD, so I do wonder if this plotline was perhaps inspired by the time travelling in that game

Looks like six months was more than enough time for Robotnik to take over, however. And yes, literally a few pages after I said “I think they wanted to move away from the game badniks to up the stakes because it was getting a bit silly”, we get surveillance camera eggs flying about, which is one of the silliest things I’ve seen from this comic so far. But I’m not changing my earlier statement to pretend I have a bigger brain, because that’s not how I roll

There’s a lot going on in these three panels of a trooper badnik threatening a squirrel. At this stage, every time I see a random squirrel, I have a moment of “Is it Sally?” but this one isn’t wearing a bow and mentions having a wife. So, here are four potential options: 1) Random squirrel person (boring!) 2) Sally & Tufftee’s parent 3) It’s Shorty the Squirrel and he just doesn’t mention to the Freedom Fighters that he is/was married when he later joins them 4) It is Sally Acorn, she’s just not wearing her bow today and her wife, Nicole, is never shown on-screen Pick whichever one you like best Both more than that! In the last panel, this badnik refers to Robotnik with they/them pronouns. I believe this was possibly a mistake, but even so - diversity win! The tyrant who destroyed your home is non-binary!

At first Sonic is hesitant to destroy the badniks and risk hurting anyone trapped inside them, but mysterious squirrel person confirms that these troopers have no animal batteries, so Sonic doesn’t hold back on destroying them.

We end this issue on what I think is more establishing the on-going struggle than a direct cliffhanger, so I’m still going to count this story as a two-parter, unless the next issue contradicts me. Sonic swears to wipe Robotnik off Mobius and then we switch to Robotnik confirming at he’s taken over the whole planet, not just the Emerald Hill Zone

…And we’re here! We’re at the point where one of the main struggles of StC is setup! Now, I’ll say up-front that Robotnik’s rule in StC doesn’t last for the comic’s entire run. We will reach a point where the Freedom Fighters take him down and over struggles present themselves in his absence, just like when he was taken down in Archie. But for quite a long time, the Freedom Fighters vs Robotnik is the conflict we’ll be dealing with in StC and I’m looking forward to seeing that play out. We already have Johnny and Porker having travelled through time with Sonic, but I honestly don’t know if the Freedom Fighters form off-screen or if we’ll be seeing that happen in the coming issues. Personally, I’m hoping for the latter, but this comic hasn’t disappointed me so far, so I’m excited to see where they’ll go from here

[wittyworm]

i feel so confused and inside out. im hoping tomorrows Adderall adventure is more productive. today it felt like the adderall gave me a chance to relax my brain from the chaos only to realize. things are looking very. bleak. stressful. i dont know what the next few days will bring . for shorty. for me if i dont get these fucking jobs. i cant make art cause i lost all my shit when my ipad broke. i dont feel safe at home. i hoope shortys SS deposit comes through like they said. or else we are gonna have to get like the cops and lawyers involved.........................................................

[ohanny]

dangerous romance: side couple shenanigans ep. 1

because i am shit at names... they shall be known as

guy = actually, just "a guy" is fine, soccer star is too long to type

nawa = shorty

max = evil tea

so we have a hot headed athlete, i get it.

okay so the fact this guy just ordered a "blue nutella boba milk tea with a ripe banana and a raw egg, please" automatically makes him the nastiest person in this show

oh i am having THOUGHTS and VIBES because when this guy just went full on "you bitches!" at the bullies, we got a smug look with a condescending chest but we also got a blatant once over, "ew, don't touch me" dodging and a sassy air kiss

who is going to be the side couple???? obviously soccer star aaaand ??? are we going to see him with evil henchman 1 or evil henchman 2? i would say why not both but i fear we are not quite there yet in the bl sphere

okay so i was actually kinda leaning towards evil tea being the love interest for the blatancy of it all but shorty just had sparkling eyes over the prospect of getting punched in the face ◑.◑

does conflict make everyone in these two friend groups lowkey horny or is it just me?

this boy has so many romantic subplots going on inside my brain

we are really finishing the side couple shenanigans of episode one with GUY LOCKED IN AN ACTUAL CLOSET FIGHTING TO GET OUT