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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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OMGGGGGG your latest event is so cool!!! in general i love the night and the moon so ahhh, so excited to request hehe. Could i please have Zoro x fem reader, (nsfw), modern au with prompt skinny dipping under the stars?

Hi sweetheart!! Of course :3 I hope you enjoy this fic! Thank u for requesting 💖🌙

ㅤ🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Lifeguard! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader ~ Skinny Dipping Under The Stars

tw: Nsfw. Sex with a stranger, please this is is fiction, be careful in real life. Public beach fucking. Angsty start, idk why my mind thought of that scenario to be honest XD

wc: 1.7K

The sand feels cold under your soles, but you don’t care. It’s night-time, and you ran through the coast. The dress you wore for the occasion feels like it’s tangling around your neck and you just wish you could rip it off.

The night hasn’t been the best one of your life as you thought it would be. Your boyfriend -ex- invited you to a “date” at one of the most beautiful restaurants on the coast to “tell you something”. You, your besties, everybody swore he was going to propose, cause… what else could it be, then?

But you all were wrong. The bastard had to communicate that he was going to be a father with some other girl… and he expected for you to keep being his girlfriend.

“Men…”

As you run, you realize your tears turn into something freeing. “Was I really ready to tie myself down to a man? I am not” you shout as the stars blurry flicker in your eyes. “FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!” you scream to the sky, untying the straps of the green silky dress you were wearing. The soft material falls from your neck down to your chest and then snags around your hips.

The sea looks beautiful and calm, and you want to swim naked in it. And you will.

The dress ends up on the sand, and your nudity is soon engulfed by the soft waves. It’s not as cold as you expected, and your mascara melts as you sink completely. You don’t need anything else, the mere idea of doing something crazy is enough to make you feel better.

But… are you sure you were completely alone?

“Oi!” a husky voice calls you out. And as you wipe the salty water off your eyes you notice a huge asian guy looking at you from the coast. “Are you ok? Are you drowning? Wait I’m gonna help you” he asks, entering the sea in the sexiest, movie like style.

You, startled, blink repeatedly as his big veiny hands go around your waist to pull you up. “I’m…not-”. “There, safe. Let’s go to the coast” he says, and you quickly realize he must be a lifeguard.

“Wait, no! Sir! I wasn’t drowning!!! I’m ok, please do not take me out of the water!” you plead, you are naked as fuck and the foam of the waves is the only covering you have at this point. The lifeguard looks at you confused, but never lets go of your waist.

He has a special tone of green hair, and one of his eyes looks permanently closed as a scar crosses his eyelid. Sharp jaw, perfect pointy nose, the little vein over his trained arm that you can touch… What a Japanese God.

Your cheeks are on fire, but you don’t dare to push yourself off his embrace. “Uh… I… wasn’t drowning. I’m n- naked” you tell him, looking at the side, seeing the moon reflect on a sea mirror.

“Uh… it’s ok. It’s not a nudist beach, but since there is no one around… guess you can have fun. Are you alone?” he asks, looking at each side. You swallow, his neck looks so fucking kissable. Maybe it’s just the whole Sex On The Beach drink that is finally flooding your veins after you drink it all in one shot when you received the bad news, maybe it’s just how sexy this man is.

“So, are you alone then?” he asks, once again. His steel coloured iris fixes on yours and from his gaze you feel weak. What is it with this man…?

“I am alone, yes” you confess, knowing the alone part has more weight that he could understand. He smirks subtly, not like a predator, but the man would lie if he said you weren’t at least interesting to his eyes. “I see… What do you wanna do, then?” he asks, right away. You don’t really know if he is asking for what you will do with swimming naked situation or what you really wanna do.

Would it be so wrong if you just let your body decide your next few actions?

The tension between the both of you grows stronger as the time passes and you don’t dare to answer. But he doesn’t hurry you, what’s more, he enjoys the way your rib cage goes up and down in between his hands.

“I want to keep… swimming” you finally mumble, looking at his pale lips. Lips that form now a bigger smirk, a smirk that makes your whole body tremble. This man looks like a demon, a demon you are willing to let possess you. “I can keep you company, if you want” he whispers, subtly squeezing your waist.

You sigh, your body is trying to let go at least a little bit of the pressure building inside your core. “Y-yes, keep me company” you stutter and swallow, now scanning the beginning of a big scar crossing his chest.

“Cool” he says, and casually lets go of you. He swims to the coast, and you frown. “What the- wait…” you suddenly realize this man is literally taking his swim shorts off. The whole display of his anatomy bathed by the moonlight making his tanned skin shine with its argentum light.

You gawk, he is… huge. And you don’t even know his name, yet.

The muscles of his chest expand when he opens his arms to then dip inside the water. The waves receive his while déshabillé and he swims closer to you. He gets his head off the water and ruffles his hair, the little salty drops hit your burning cheeks and you could swear some steam forms.

“You are naked” you state the obvious, biting your own tongue at how stupid you feel. “So are you. I told you I would keep you company” he says, so naturally as if skinny dipping was a common practice for him. “Hehe, I guess you are right” you nervously laugh, biting your lower lip.

He smiles, taking a brief look at your breast. Semi visible transparency as the foamy waves have dissipated. It’s now or never, it’s now or n-

The lifeguard snatches you by your waist and pulls you closer to his chest. His lips crash with yours, and you close your eyes instantly. “Let it go, (Name)” you encourage yourself and so do you. You separate your lips allowing the stranger to violate your mouth with his tongue.

His hands rest on the small of your back as both of you melt in a passionate making out session, you can feel his hardness growing against your lower belly. And you want this, you want this so much, even if you weren’t looking for it.

One of his hands ascends through your back and goes up the water to your wet hair. His fingers tangle around it and pull your head back. Your neck, displayed to him, makes his mouth watery as if he was a beast wanting to bite, to drink your blood from your carotids.

You moan as he nibbles on your skin. You moan and cross your legs around his waist, heels burying on his back, as your core searches for a so needed pressure.

He notices your neediness and sexily laughs against your neck. “Eager for me to fuck you?” he asks, licking the salty taste of your skin. You nod because it’s the first time you really need a man to be inside you. A man? more like a God for you at this point.

“What a beautiful coincidence for me to find such a needy mermaid tonight” he mumbles, while his strong left arm pulls your chest out of the water. Your breasts are now up to his face. He gloats and attacks them without any waiting.

He sucks, he bites, he pulls and makes you scream. His short nails carve on your back as your core presses against the tip of his sex. And nothing matters, the sea motion makes you graze your sexes against each other’s, and you don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know yours. You only want his body, and he only wants yours.

You brush his wet mossy coloured hair back, pushing him off your nipples for at least a little. He smiles, this time not sexily, but sweetly and silly. “What?” he asks, softly.

You look at him with needy eyes, and a subtle smirk. No need for words, you are asking for him to fuck you, now, right now. “Heh” he laughs, taking his hand underwater. You feel his arm pumping up and down, and then guiding it to your entrance.

“Let yourself fall over it, I’m holding you” he commands, apparently being an expert on the matter. And you comply, your grip around his waist. The pressure of the water flooding your insides cause you’ve been dilated for a long time, plus the intrusion of his huge shaft makes you curl your toes. “Fuck” you moan, feeling your walls stretch.

He grunts, throwing his head back and tensing his neck muscles. “Damn it feels so tight and good” he whispers in your ear after he had taken his face to the side of yours. “Good girl, now let me fuck you” he says, and by the time you can even process what’s happening his fingers are carving on each side of the back of your thighs to make you hump helped by the waves motion.

Up and down you go, sometimes kissing his lips, sometimes resting your forehead on his wide shoulders. Your nails leave marks on his caramel flesh, your tongue sometimes plays with three golden earrings he has on his left earlobe. And he fucks you mercilessly and up to the point your mind goes numb and foggy.

“I’m coming, sir”, “me too, mermaid”

Both come, trembling, grunting, fixing your eyes on the stars that garnish the sky above your lustful melting bodies. What a crazy experience, what a risky, crazy experience.

He takes you to the coast, where both of you rest for a while, normalizing your breathings and trying to process the sudden sexual encounter you both had.

“What’s your… name? he asks, realizing none of you know the other. You smile and turn around to face him.

“(Name), what’s yours?”

“Roronoa, Zoro. Lifeguard of this beach section” he informs you, sure that you are not even listening nor you care.

But you do, and his name will be ever written in your memory as the window that opened while a door was closing in your life ~

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the-volume-is-astronomical · 3 years ago

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The Crown, The Sword, and The Gay

Meant To Be Good News

A/N: ... heyyyyy- its been a bit. I got rapped up in exams and i felt like being productive today so u get a chapterrrr and i wrote another one so u have about two chapters guaranteed ill try to be more consistent lol (also long chapter as compensation)

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words: 2286

summary: Virgil doesn't want to deal with this mess but he was sent to deliver a message so, theres not much he can do

pairings: eventual prinxiety, eventual intrulogical, eventual moceit, Remile

warnings: some potty language (not much), stress, anxiety, negative self talk, food mention, worried for a characters safety

(let me know if there's any other)

They went up the steps in silence.

As they entered through the door, Roman grabbed the basket that was abandoned during the argument. He left it on a table near the entrance, he headed towards the corner with shelves, grabbed a brown book, nothing interesting in the cover, just a plain brown book and headed towards the window seat to read.

Virgil was struggling to decide if he should try to speak or not, he absolutely despised small talk but if he didn't talk he didn't want it to get awkward. He looked over to Roman because if he did decide to talk to the prince, what in the hell would he even talk about?! Virgil saw the royal glance up from his book to look at the small table near all the shelves that had a single red book, it was simple like the one he was holding, it just had a title, yet it caused more intrigue than the other.

When Virgil took a good look at Roman he looked somehow defeated, like he had lost- no, given up on a 100 year long fight. The monarch glanced once more at the table with the red book, this time however, he caught a glimpse of the stormy knight, “ You should sit down, the trip back alone takes a few hours, it's gonna be some time before you get to go back.” Virgil looked up at the prince who had resumed his reading, “Uh… yeah” he took a seat near the desk Roman kept glancing at.

Virgil decided to take a glance at the book. It seemed to be a fictional adventure book...seems interesting. Roman looked at the table again and spotted the tall knight carefully opening the book. “It’s an adventure book. Just a fairytale.” Roman’s voice seemed to startle Virgil as he immediately slammed the book shut.

“Y-yeah sorry, I didn't mean to open it without permission, that was so rude of me and-” Roman stopped him mid rant “It's alright, you can read it. One of my personal favorite books.” The prince smiled at him to show he didn't mind “I’m not much of a reader. I just uh… got curious, I guess?” Virgil didn't seem sure of his answer. “Well, I can give you a small summary! If you’d like me to, of course.” Roman backtracked pretty quickly, snide comments about how excited he got over meaningless things forcing themselves into his head. But Virgil’s “Sure, Why not?” Made him a little less apprehensive.

“Ok! So, the story is focused on this boy named Aaron. He is a poor farm boy living with his family in a village that was overthrown by the guards, they became corrupted and betrayed the royal family and took control for themselves.” Virgil just nodded along.

”They treated the least wealthy of the kingdom the worst, they didn't have money to bribe them with so to them they were useless, it got to the point where they were becoming the robbers, they would never steal from people with money because they were cruel people. Aaron and his father wanted to make a change but his mother didn't want them to, she wanted to play it safe and just gather enough money to leave for a better place.”

Roman rambling about the story not realizing how little of a summary it actually was since he definitely wasn't being concise, “I agree with the mom. Her plan sounds safe and effective.” Virgil didn't really mind, at least he wasn't going to be bored while he waited, “Maybe so! But where's the fun in that, dear knight?” Roman didn't really get the knights perspective “May not be fun but at least they'll get outta there without a problem” Virgil thought he was in the right and that the main character would make stupid reckless decisions for the drama and suspense.

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“Aha! They went back to the mom’s plan anyway! There was literally no need to try and do all that heroic shit.” Virgil was now fully invested in the story, he probably wouldn't have been if Roman wasn’t such a good storyteller.

“Well yeah... But it was worth it! If they didn't try they would have never known the outcome of that situation.” Roman was happy the knight seemed invested, he was mostly happy because he finally got to discuss the book with someone, and that someone had very different opinions than himself.

There was a knock on the door.

They both looked at each other, It didn't feel like they had been talking for that long. So, who in the hell was at the door?

Virgil stood up, hand fidgeting with the hilt of his sword. Roman stood as well, they both walked towards the door. Virgil opened the door, only to find Ruth on the other end of the door. “Oh, it's the lady from earlier.” Virgil turned to Roman as he let her in.

“Nurse, how did you get back so quickly?” Roman spoke up. “I wouldn't say it was that quick, it's been a few hours. But we found someone along the way so that did speed up the process.” Ruth talked as she noticed the untouched basket and started nearing it.

Roman and Virgil on the other hand looked at each other with confusion. It didn't feel like they had been talking for more than half an hour. “I'm sorry, I must have been talking your ear off.” The royal felt a need to apologize, “Hey, at least you made the wait entertaining.” the knight did not deem it necessary.

Ruth turned and glared at Roman. “So, you haven't eaten?” Roman glanced at the untouched basket and cursed under his breath, he completely forgot. “ Well…” Ruth was not having it “You brat.” She walked behind him and started pushing him towards the table.

“I had an excuse!” Ruth stopped pushing him “And what is it?” Roman turned to meet her eye and said, “I get nauseous when I eat too early.” Ruth looked unimpressed “I'm fully aware Roman. But it's almost noon.” Roman’s brain scrambled for another excuse “I was reading and I lost track of time.” She was still very much unimpressed. “As long as it wasn't the book you always read, fine by me”

As Roman’s nurse made sure Roman ate she noticed Virgil standing a few feet behind them. “I wasn't able to introduce myself earlier. I am Ruth, the brat’s nurse.” She extended her hand with a smile. Virgil shook her hand while he chuckled, which was interrupted by Roman’s overdramatic offended noises. “Nurse! You’re making him think I'll be a nightmare to care for!”

Ruth turned to him “Was I supposed to lie to him and tell him you’re a delight? My apologies, sire” Roman put a hand on his chest and gasped. “Now I understand why Trent called you a witch!” Ruth laughed, “You’re just basically proving my point.” Roman could only grumble and go back to eating.

Ruth took a look around the tower and spotted the red book on a table. “I see you've decided to become a liar huh?” Roman turned to her “Whatever do you mean?” She walked towards the table and picked up the book “Seems like someone was reading the same book they always read, I don't understand why they read it if they've memorized the whole book!” Roman knew Ruth was only joking but he didn't appreciate being called a liar “I wasn't reading it this time it was just out in the open! You can ask him!”

Roman pointed at Virgil, Ruth just looked at Virgil expecting an answer, “He wasn't reading that book, he was reading the one by the window” it wasn't a lie. “You better not be covering for that devil.” Virgil noticed there wasn't any malice behind her voice, her words portrayed something different. “Are you accusing me of being a liar? I thought that was reserved for the prince.” Ruth started laughing “Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Virgil just chuckled.

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Roman’s nurse sat next to the window, looking out worriedly. Roman knew his nurse fairly well, “Has Remy not gotten back yet?” Ruth sighed and turned “My son and his tardiness again”.

Roman went over to his nurse, giving her a hug “I’m sure he’s just a little late..” Ruth tried to smile at Roman “I know Roman. I'm just a worried old hag.” Roman rolled his eyes and sat by the window

Ruth looked out the window one last time and took a deep breath. “Well I have to get going so we get there some time before sunrise” Roman stood up to say a proper goodbye to his nurse. “See you in a few days…” Roman really didn’t want to let go but he didn't have much of a choice.

Ruth started packing what she had brought in silence, once she neared the door she spoke “Roman, his and her majesty will have to be informed about this incident..” Roman was obviously not content because this would surely somehow be put partially on him. “Yes, I understand.” Ruth smiled sympathetically and turned to the storm eyed knight only a few feet away.

“Virgil, you’ll have to stay with Roman for a while longer. Commander Arlott sure didn't expect the need to find a replacement for Trent and truly not a day after being stationed here.” Virgil just nodded, he understood the circumstances and was glad to be able to witness such a sight. “The Commander insisted it would take quite some time to take someone off their post, he insisted he wasn't worried.” Ruth opened the door ready to leave, while Virgil was just trying for the pressure to not get to him.

Ruth said her final goodbyes and exited the tower.

Virgil then turned to the Royal, who went back to the same spot he had been before Ruth arrived, and just stared out the window as his nurse left.

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As Roman sat near the big window just looking out he started wondering why Virgil had even come here in the first place. He vaguely remembered Trent mentioning him being a messenger but that could just be some Knightly insult he was unaware of. So… he asked “Virgil, if you don't mind me asking...why exactly did you come here?” Virgil looked alarmed for a second as he had just zoned out for about 20 minutes “Commander Arlott, wanted me to deliver a message to Trent” Roman just responded with a simple “Oh” and resumed his staring out the window.

“So… how did the book end?” Virgil felt a little embarrassed to interrupt the silence to ask but he got extremely invested, to the point that if the Prince refused to share the information he might just read it himself. Roman just laughed, he knew how intriguing the book was “Well… In the middle of the mother’s plan being in motion they actually got word of a rebel group that had been inspired by their attempts to take the crown back.” Virgil sat down right across from the Royal nodding for him to go on.

Roman continued speaking but he kept getting distracted by a tapping sound. At first it was nothing, but then it got so prominent he couldn't ignore it anymore. Mid-rant he stopped himself and started looking around to see where the sound could possibly be coming from.

Virgil was confused as to why the heir had stopped speaking but then he started to hear taps. They didn’t sound like just a regular forest sound and they would surely not hear minuscule noises from such a height.

“Dear knight, are you hearing that?” Virgil nodded and stood up to see what could possibly be causing the ticks, Roman stood right along with him and then suddenly pointed towards the balcony doors. “Virgil, it's coming from the balcony.”

Virgil stopped to listen carefully “Yeah, but what's causing it?” They then saw a little pebble hit the glass doors of the balcony and make the tapping they had been hearing.

Roman went to the balcony with no hesitation and opened the doors.

Virgil started having his thoughts race a mile a minute, what if this was to lure the prince out to assassinate him? If the prince died on his watch he would be hung no doubt.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, he moved forward to follow the prince. He then quickly realized the prince was leaning over the balcony having a casual conversation with his possible murderer.

“Remy, what are you doing here? Ruth is going to kill you if you don't get there by sunrise!” Roman screamed down to the man in a black cape with dark tinted glasses covering his eyes. “Well yeah! But I had to make a stop here! I have something for you!” That made Roman start jumping with anticipation as to what Remy could have brought him from his trip

“What is it Rem? Is it something fancy? Is it food? Is it a book?” Though his eyes couldn't be spotted, not only because of his glasses but due to the height, it was very apparent he rolled his eyes. “No! It's a letter.” That got Roman even more excited. Could it actually be him? Roman haven't received anything but it could actually be! Finally some good news!

“Who’s it from?!” Remy looked down at the letter as if inspecting it “I don't know.” That caused Roman’s excitement to dull immensely. He would have surely marked it. There’s still a chance it could be him, right? Roman’s anticipation quickly turned into more of an anxious feeling.

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stusbunker · 4 years ago

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AGA: Word to the Wise

A Supernatural Fan-fiction Denny AU Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, past Dean/Jo

Other characters: Sam, Bobby, Cas, Mick, Ash, Jo

Word Count: 3000 (whoa)

A/N: Sam gets on Dean’s nerves and Dean ends up taking a late night detour. Big talks ahead.

Special thanks to my beta @cracksinthewalls who puts up with my whiny ass. Also grateful for @there-must-be-a-lock‘s insight.

The bowling league was in lean attendance due to a surprise snowstorm, but that didn’t keep Singers’ Slingers from mopping the floor with their competition. Dean ended on a spare in the last game, putting him just over his average for the night. State bowling wasn’t until spring, but if they kept up their momentum Dean was sure they could place well. And a weekend away would be a welcome break from his usual exhaustion.

Dean still owed Mick a rematch from last year’s trip. Mick drank him under the table and Dean didn’t want to lose two years running, he had a reputation to uphold afterall. Bartending had cut into his training time, among other things.

Ash was the first one to bow out for the night, knowing his side towing business would be busy with vehicles in ditches for however long the storm lasted. Cas bummed a ride with Mick, since his car had never done well in this weather and he was still dragging his feet on upgrading. Dean knew he had been hinting at shopping around, but Dean wasn’t going to push the topic and get dragged into helping or finagling with the salesman for the guy. Cas could figure it out on his own, and Dean was finally in a place where he felt comfortable letting him. Huh.

Sam had been quiet all night, but Dean hadn’t mentioned it, attributing the sour mood to post-break up blues. They bought Bobby his weekly drink, “team dues” as he called it and settled in along the bar.

Dean kept the conversation going, trying to keep the mood light, but Bobby was too tired to ham it up and Sam was not amused by his brother’s antics. Once Bobby polished off his last beer and headed home to Ellen, Dean was rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll reel it in, don’t want to interrupt your sulking,” Dean muttered after another joke fell flat. Sam winced at Dean’s jab, which Dean instantly regretted. Though it did seem to shake Sam out of his funk, if minutely.

“So, tell me about Benny,” Sam brought up with elephantine grace.

Dean stared at Sam like he proclaimed he was quitting the law firm and joining the circus, coulrophobia and all.

Sam huffed. “What?”

“Nice segue there, counselor,” Dean grumbled. “What about him? Hmm, you want a new bowling bag? Because that was already on my list for you for Christmas.”

“Dude, you don’t have to do that. I mean, that’d be great, but no, I was kind of wondering what your deal was? Like do you hang out a lot?” Sam started fishing.

“Yeah, totally, everynight,” Dean deadpanned. “I mean I only work two jobs when I’m not moving your sorry ass back into Mom and Dad’s.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said, waiting to figure out where he was going with this line of questioning and just shot in the dark.

“What I’m trying to say is, is this, like, a Cas thing?” Sam choked out, unable to put it any more delicately.

Dean burned with shame as his hackles raised in defensiveness. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sam cocked his head and pursed his lips, unamused and unimpressed. “You know what I mean, man. Don’t make me spell it out.”

Dean wouldn’t budge, he dropped his beer with a thud. “Well, you’re gonna have to, because I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

“Dude!” Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“The fuck is your problem? You got something to say, just say it, Sam.” Dean fumed, daring him with a murderous glare. Sam inhaled pregnantly, face still inching towards bitch mode. Sam eyed the bartender who was trying not to listen and the late game bowlers who suddenly decided they could catch up lane side instead.

What Dean didn’t realize was that he needed Sam to say it. He yearned for it, for his truth to be spoken, and known without him having to say it himself.

“Look, I know this isn’t something we talk about. But, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Alright? In the beginning with Cas, it was like you were obsessed, man. And since he just always seemed to need something from you. I just want to make sure you’re not getting used, I guess,” Sam unraveled the heart of his concern without saying too much, which Dean was not expecting, at all.

Dumbfounded, Dean retreated, annoyance trumping any chance at relief.

“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” Dean spat. Petulantly, he took a sip from his beer, the cold glass solid in his hand, giving him something to clutch or even throw, if it came down to it.

“I didn’t say---,” Sam broke off. “Fine! You know what? You’re on your own. Just remember that I should have listened to you about Ruby and now I’m paying the price for my own stubbornness.”

Sam stood and reached for his money clip, tossing an extra five on the bar for the dramatics. He gave Dean one last chance to come clean, to own up to what they weren’t saying. Dean stared straight ahead, eyes unfocusing on the liquor labels behind the bar as if Sam had already left. So he did, just as he came: pissed and questioning his brother’s motives.

Dean didn’t go home after that. Instead he absently followed a plow down the main road until he happened upon a familiar turn off. Which he took slow and steady until it ended in a T. The little brick ranch at the end of the lane held a lot of memories. And it was more inviting than ever with its Christmas card perfection in the falling snow. Dean put the Impala in park and let the radio play, wishing he had a joint just for the sake of something to do.

He wasn’t there ten minutes before his phone rang, which he answered without processing the caller ID.

“You gonna come in or you just gonna sit out there feeling sorry for yourself?” Jo’s voice sliced across the line.

“Didn’t know if you were still up,” Dean bullshitted.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Backdoor’s open,” her unimpressed reply. She hung up before Dean could make up an excuse to leave. He slouched out of the car and trudged down the long country driveway. As soon as he had stomped the snow off his boots, Jo welcomed him in with a firm hug and an appraising glint in her eye.

“Thanks, it’s a real mess out there,” Dean explained.

Jo just shook her head at him. “How’d ya bowl?”

“619 series, finished strong in the last few frames,” Dean answered. “Were you at your folks?”

“Nah, just know it’s Wednesday night, which means the boys were at the alley,” Jo smirked as she reached atop her fridge for the good stuff.

She held up the whiskey in offering and Dean nodded, bending out of his coat. He slipped it over the back of a chair and settled in at the vintage kitchen table. She poured him a glass and watched as he inhaled the first round like he had been outside for hours and needed to fight off a much deeper chill.

“Well alright,” Jo resigned herself to playing shrink and poured Dean another drink. “So, what’s got you stuck in your head, hm?”

Dean weighed his head from side to side as he let the whiskey roll over his tongue. He never got far into a pouting session when Jo was around, but he also didn’t know which chamber of his heart he could stand to prop open for her inspection tonight.

“How’ve you been, Jo? You still schooling those truckers on taking care of their own rigs?” Dean sidestepped with ease.

“You know it,” Jo confirmed. “Not a day goes by that I don’t have to put another asshole in his place. Pays good, though.”

Jo had followed in Bobby’s footsteps and became a mechanic, but two Singers were already one too many for the shop and salvage yard. So she took her skills out to the interstate and made a name for herself as the only female diesel technician in four counties. Dean used to hate it when she would fix something faster than him, but it had been more than a decade since her skills had made him feel inferior. Dean knew Jo’d be his boss someday, but he wasn’t too worried about those far off futures; Bobby wouldn’t retire unless Ellen made him or killed him first.

“How’s Rufus holding up?” Jo teased, knowing her dad’s old friend was getting worse for the wear, much like John had.

“Stubborn, and as glib as ever. Good thing your dad rehired him, because he’s a bit too mouthy for most customers,” Dean admitted.

Jo hummed with nostalgia. “I gotta swing by and bug you guys sometime, but it just keeps getting busier.”

Dean sighed. “I hear that. What’s it been? Labor day? No. I haven’t even seen you since the Fourth. Christ!”

“Yeah, well, you’ll see me next week for Thanksgiving, don’t get too sentimental about it now,” Jo quipped. She took a short sip off the bottle as Dean swirled the last of his second helping.

“I’m seeing someone,” Dean staggered the words, like he wasn’t sure if their meanings and sounds fit together.

Jo sighed dramatically, “Finally, the truth is revealed! What’s up? She’s not pregnant, is she?”

“No.” Dean had to bite back his guffaw. “Definitely not.”

“Okay, then why the sad face? Not pulling a Ruby on ya, I hope?” Jo tested the waters.

“No, it’s--uh--- it’s been good. Really good. I just, kind of need to make up my mind if I’m in it for the long haul. Ya know?” Dean clarified, relaxing with each little confession.

“Uh-oh it’s getting serious,” Jo mock whispered.

Dean rolled his shoulders. “No, well, it could be. I don’t know.”

Jo giggled. “I can’t believe you! You’re fucking twitterpated, aren’t you?!”

“Jo, if you start making Thumper jokes, I’m shutting up right now,” Dean warned with a pointed finger. “Care to top me off while you’re at it?”

“Okay, okay, gosh.” Jo rolled her eyes dramatically as she poured him another drink before pointedly putting it back on the fridge. “But you’re in deep. You’re all blushy about it.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to go big. It just means they’re willing to put up with me until I say the word,” Dean tried to downplay his feelings and Benny’s confession.

“So do it! Bust out the grand gestures already,” Jo encouraged.

Dean scoffed, “I’m not built for commitment, you know that!”

“Except you kinda are! You’ve changed, Dean,” Jo insisted, head hung to pour her honesty from her eyes. “I don’t know when it happened, but you’re not that reckless boy that I knew. You’ve always been a good guy, but now?---- Maybe it’s been since Sam came home, I don’t know. But somewhere along the way you grew up.---- It’s okay to let yourself want something more, you know.”

Dean grumbled and rolled his neck, breaking the eye contact. She always could do this to him, just like her mother, see straight through his every defense. “I always thought it’d be you, you know?”

Jo smiled without teeth. “Firsts can do that to people. But, we’re not those kids anymore, Dean. So, if you’re asking for my permission or seeking my approval---?”

Dean dropped his head to his hands, thick fingers poorly hiding him from Jo. “It’s a guy, Jo. I’m--- I don’t know--- Bi? I guess?”

“Dean?” Jo waited until he stopped being sheepish and looked at her, even if it was only out of the corner of one eye. “You’ve been head over heels for Cas for years. If you dare tell me this is about him, so help me, I will throw you out right now.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh ruefully at that and toss back what was left of his whiskey. “You saw that, huh?”

She didn’t answer, waiting for him to work through it on his own.

“It’s not Cas.” Dean smacked his lips and held up his glass for a refill. Jo stood and brought the bottle back to the table. Dean poured himself three fingers worth and pondered the sloshing liquid before he continued. “Your mom know?”

Jo licked her lips, cocked her head, and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes and asked, “Bobby? Fuck!--- my mom?!”

“No one has ever said it out loud, Dean. I don’t know who knows, honestly. But we’re family, that doesn’t change.” Jo grasped his wrist firmly, he held her hand to his and then she slapped her other one on top. Time stopped long enough for Dean to accept that his secret was finally out, but also that it was safe.

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you, of all people.” Dean thumbed her knuckles, staring into eyes he knew as well as his own.

“Really? Who else would you be talking to about it? Sam? Ash, maybe?” Jo giggled. “I’m honored, actually. It means you stopped hating me.”

Dean pulled his hands away and took another drink. “I never hated you.”

“Okay, well, maybe it means you stopped hating yourself,” Jo corrected.

Dean’s brows crooked incredulously.

“Too much?” Jo asked apologetically.

Dean shook his head and sighed. “You are your mother’s daughter.”

“Now you’re the one being rude,” Jo muttered before taking a solid drink off the bottle this time.

Dean let himself relax, let the whiskey and conversation work into his muscles and set his worries aside. They talked like the old days and about the old days. Those in between years after high school and before anyone was ready to face responsibility. When half their friends went to college, they had just kept on working. After another hour, Jo leaned back in her chair and started scrutinizing him once again.

“You know how I know you’re happy with what’s his name?” Jo teased.

“Beh--- I didn’t tell you, fuck! Benny, his name is Benny. Goddamnit Joanna Beth,” Dean cursed through a chuckle; more details dragged out of him than he had planned on.

Jo cocked her head and considered the name.“Benny, right. You wanna know how I know?” Jo pushed.

“Fine, how?” Dean held up his hand, beckoning for her to hit him with her response.

“Because this is about the time of night you start giving me the lazy once over. But not tonight,” Jo proclaimed, chin out condescendingly. She had him, every few years they’d find themselves back in each other’s beds, for a night or a weekend and then they’d move on. He always thought of her as his home, his starting point. But maybe they weren’t the same thing at all.

“You still look good, Jo,” Dean replied, trying to save face.

“That’s not what I meant, Dean. Besides, I know!” Jo snarked, straightening her spine and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and it spilled out over a toothy grin, making Jo almost choke on her drink. God, Dean felt like anything was possible. That life was good.

After the hysterics had calmed down, Dean exhaled. “Thanks, Jo. I needed this.”

“You sure did, nobody else was gonna hand you your ass so kindly,” Jo agreed, standing and taking the bottle and Dean’s glass with her to the counter that held the sink. He whined comically, but knew her timing was right. She leaned back and smirked.

Dean grew quiet and Jo waited to see if it was exhaustion, the alcohol or something else. She didn’t have long to prepare.

“How’m I gonna tell my dad?” Dean asked, the pain and panic pulling at his face until she saw the telltale tears well up.

“Fuck ‘im. I mean it, if your dad can’t get his head out of his ass to see how happy you are, he isn’t worth your time,” Jo said adamantly.

Dean let his thoughts roll to the side of his head and licked his lips, biting against the tremor. He quickly wiped away the tears that escaped and inhaled wet and ragged. Jo slipped to his side and ran her hand through his hair, letting his face fall against her chest as he breathed through the onslaught. Dean couldn’t help but think how motherly the affection felt.

She pulled back to look him over at arms’ length.

“So what now? You want the couch? Or should I call you a ride? I’m sure Sam owes you one,” Jo asked, as no nonsense as ever.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean dismissed her concern, rubbing up his face to wipe off his nose.

“Well, you ain't driving.” Jo held up his keys. Dean blanched, feeling his pockets for them, fruitlessly. He stood to snatch them, but she had already skipped across the kitchen, too far to catch. “Nuh-uh, no way I’m letting you risk your baby. Or your thick skull in this weather.”

Dean put his hands on his hips, and blinked through the dizziness. He realized he hadn’t stood in a few hours. “Sam.”

“What’s that?” Jo prodded mischievously, ear leaning in as if she couldn’t hear him.

“Very funny. Call Sam, will ya?” Dean rolled his eyes as she scrolled through her contacts, murmuring the names under her breath. His keys were raised in victory, as if he couldn’t reach them above her head. He could have snagged them in an instant, if he wanted to.

While Jo woke Sam, Dean checked his own phone. Ignoring some texts from his mom and Cas, he selected the conversation with Benny. There were no new messages since that morning. Dean hesitated before relocking his screen.

“Sam’ll be here in twenty. You want something to eat? I’ve got chips.” Jo offered, opening the cupboard.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 5 years ago

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I’ve got a boyfriend

Request: could you possibly do a warden x reader where she’s like super sweet and innocent (has like nature/healing powers and in this au avengers are there) anyways the Avengers visit the mansion and peter meets reader and is like all heart eyes and she’s super sweet and he mistakes it as she likes him too and then warren returns from a mission or somethin and she’s happy and is like pitching him up and peter realizes and the avengers are like it’s okay kid and warren is all smug and like yeah mine. also with that warren x reader ft. peter request. bc she’s so in tune with nature and herself can her eyes kinda be like a mood ring and shift with her feelings. so it’s like a warm green or yellow for happiness and so peters like yeah she likes me but then when she’s with warren he watches them shift to like a soft pink. like literal heart eyes and warren teasers her a bit (in a good way)

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Peter swung over to the Avenger’s headquarters on a Saturday. He always did this.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” He asked Karen.

“Mr. Stark wants you to join the Avengers to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.”

“Xavier’s? Where— What is that?”

“It’s a boarding school in New Salem.” Karen didn’t say anything else, leaving Peter with lots of questions.

“Why are we going to a boarding school? What’s at Xavier’s?”

Steve and Bucky chuckled at his curiosity.

“This isn’t like any other boarding school… It’s like Area 51.” Tony said.

“Didn’t you buy Area 51?” Bruce asked.

“That’s beside the point. We’re going here to talk to The man himself, Xavier.”

Peter still had a lot of questions, but he had no idea where to start. Area 51 the boarding school? Is that where Carol’s Kree friend’s kids went to school? Peter took his phone out of his pocket and texted Ned.

PETER: What is Xavier's school for gifted youngsters?

NED: It’s some boarding school for really smart kids. Trey from Bio tried to get in but didn’t pass the exam. Why?

PETER: Mr. Stark is taking me there. He and a couple of other Avengers are like, visiting or something. Idk.

NED: DUDE! You gotta tell me everything when u get back! I bet there are tons of really hot nerd girls there!!

Peter snorted to himself. Of course, Ned would think of girls.

But there was some truth in his statement. There probably would be tons of smart girls there. But Tony described it as Area 51…

NED: If you can get a girl’s number from Xaiver’s we’d be super cool.

PETER: Yeah. But Mr. Stark called it Area 51 the school. What if it’s full of aliens?

NED: Okay? And? Technically Princess Leia is an alien.

PETER: She’s also fictional.

NED: And? You’re seventeen and never been kissed before. You don’t have room to be picky.

PETER: You’ve never been kissed either!!

NED: Shhhhhhh This is about u, not me

PETER: *eye roll emoji*

Peter turned his phone off and gazed out the window. He saw trees. The trees eventually started to die down and the car slowed down. They came to a set of gates and a sign that said Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

Once entering through the gates, Tony drove around and parked the car. Peter could see glimpses of the school grounds. He saw a few students and at first glance, they didn’t look like aliens. But Kree could shapeshift. Maybe they just shifted to blend in.

Then he saw a kid with a tail.

Maybe not. “I thought this was a school for aliens.”

Everyone stared at him blankly.

“Aliens?! Kid, we didn’t mean that literally. When I said Area 51, I meant it’s kinda secret. Not that it’s full of aliens.”

“Oh.” Peter felt rather foolish. “So it’s just a normal boarding school?”

“No.” Bucky slammed the car door shut. “It’s a school for mutants.”

“Mutants? But like, I thought they were kind of a myth. I mean besides Magento and Mystique, but they were around in like, the 70s.”

“And they’re still around. Let’s hope Erik isn’t here. I don’t want any trouble like last time.” Steve said the last part while staring Tony down.

“It’s not my fault he can control metal and I’m Iron Man!”

Peter was super confused. Didn’t Magento try to kill the president? Was he evil?

Bucky killed a president, but he’s not inherently evil. I need to give Magento a chance. I need to give everyone at the school a chance. Maybe make some new friends— flex on Flash that my girlfriend has superpowers or something. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

They walked up a few stairs out front and opened the doors leading inside.

“Oh wow. Wow.” The building was old looking but had a few modern touches here and there. Every room was bustling with people— mutants, going about their lives.

Peter saw all kinds of mutants and he had only been inside for a few minutes!

“Oh wow, Mr. Stark… Where’s uh… Professor… Professor... uh—“

“Professor Xavier’s in his office.”

The Avengers turned to look at the speaker. She had vines wrapped around her legs and arms, along with some flowers and leaves scattered in her hair, and her eyes were a bright yellow color.

“Thanks, kid. We know where his office is.”

She nodded, “No problem.”

Tony glanced at Peter’s slightly pink cheeks and back at the plant girl. “Do you wanna come with us or are you sticking with Mother Nature?”

“I can show you around if you want.” Everyone looked at Peter, anticipating an answer.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Alright, have fun. And don’t forget to be safe!”

Peter blushed again, trying to ignore Tony’s teasing remarks, already figuring out he liked the plant girl.

“My name is (Y/N) by the way.”

“(Y/N), Hi. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

She smiled, “What’s your mutation, Peter Parker?”

“Oh um, I don’t— well it’s not a mutation, but, when I was fourteen I got bit by a radioactive spider and I got spider abilities.”

“Spider abilities?”

He nodded, “I’m uh, really strong and I stick to things. Plus I have this like weird sixth sense sort of, like a spider-sense.”

“You’re strong and sticky?” Peter nodded, a little flustered. (Y/N) laughed. Peter laughed with her. “I’m sorry, but that’s a hilarious description.”

“I mean— yeah, yeah… What can you do?”

“Oh! I’m really in tune with nature. I can manipulate plants, and my eyes change color based on my mood. Red is angry, blue is calm, green is happy, yellow is excited— there’s more, but those are the most common.”

Her eyes are green and yellow right now. That means she’s happy and excited— they haven’t changed since we met. Maybe she’s into me. Oh my god! What if she’s into me? She might be into me. Play it cool Pete, play it cool. “That’s really neat!”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah. It’s fun, I guess. Kinda annoying sometimes but nothing awful.”

“I know what you mean. One time my algebra textbook got stuck to my arm and it wouldn’t come off. I had to like, sleep and shower with it on all day.” (Y/N) laughed at Peter’s retelling of his sticky situation.

“That must have sucked!”

“It did. Eventually, I got it to come off, but it was annoying to sleep with.”

“Oh god, I can imagine. Sometimes I fall asleep and a fully grown watermelon or pumpkin is next to me in bed.”

Peter almost snorted, but he held it back. “Free food, I guess.”

“Yeah— a nice perk.”

The two wandered aimlessly around the mansion, talking about everything— freshman, classes at their schools, hobbies, friends— everything.

Peter was going to ask for her number. Maybe ask to see her outside of the mansion. Possibly on a date… If he wasn’t too nervous.

“Could I… get your number?” Peter held his phone in his hands tightly.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally!” (Y/N) recited her number while Peter typed it in his contacts. He shot her a message.

“I texted you. So you have my number now.”

“Cool thanks.” Peter felt his phone vibrate in his hands and he glanced down at it.

Mr. Stark: How’s it going with Mother Nature?

Peter: Great! I got her number. I might try to ask her out on a date. Will I be free on Friday?

Mr. Stark: You don’t usually come over on Fridays.

Peter mentally shrugged. Tony was right, Peter usually didn’t go to the Avengers HQ on Fridays.

Mr. Stark: We’re gonna be leaving soon. I’ll let you know when.

Peter: Ok

(Y/N) was also on her phone. “Sorry! Mr. Stark texted me. I don’t want you to feel like I’m ignoring you or anything.”

“You’re fine. Jubilee was just messaging me.”

“About what?”

Her focus went back to the screen. She gasped. “Oh my god! We have to go downstairs, come on!” (Y/N) grabbed Peter’s hand and sprinted down the halls.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“The Jet hanger downstairs. They’re back!”

Peter frowned and furrowed his brows as they went down the stairs. “Who’s back?”

“The X-Men.”

Peter was about 99% sure he shouldn’t have been downstairs. If the school had a level of secrecy to it, why would he be allowed to know all this stuff? To see the X-Men and their jet and training room and everything.

Then again, he was an Avenger.

(Y/N) and Peter weren’t the only ones in the hanger watching the black jet land. Professor Xavier and the other Avengers were there, along with a few other students Peter didn’t recognize.

The jet doors opened and people started walking out. The first one was a young guy, no older than Peter, with brown hair, a blue suit, and a red visor on. Next was a blonde woman in a white bodysuit that was styled almost like a dress. She looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t remember why. Wit the blonde woman was a big, furry, blue man. He had on a suit similar to the boy from before, minus the visor. Finally, two more boys came out. One had silver hair, goggles, and his suit was a metallic ice blue with a white lightning bolt on it.

The last guy had lines all over his face and giant, metal, wings.

Peter turned to (Y/N) to ask who everyone was, but she was gone.

“WARREN!” She engulfed the winged boy in a bone-crushing hug.

Peter squinted his eyes a little in confusion. (Y/N) didn’t mention a Warren. Who was Warren? A friend? Her brother maybe even?

“Hey, baby. I missed you.” Warren placed a kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead.

“Aww no love for me?” The silver-haired guy whined.

“Piss off Pete.” (Y/N) laughed.

“By the way! There’s someone I want you guys to meet… This is Peter, and he’s an Avenger.”

“You’re an Avenger? My sister is an Avenger! Wanda, you know her—“

“Yeah, Wanda is really nice.” Peter was trying to take both the guys in and figure out (Y/N)’s relationship with the blonde.

Then Peter noticed it. Her eye color. It hadn’t changed all day, she was happy and excited to meet Peter. He thought maybe she was into him— but now…

Her eyes were pink. What does pink mean?

“And this is my boyfriend, Warren.”

Peter felt his heart drop, or maybe break. He wasn’t sure, but he felt his world get flipped upside down. (Y/N) has a boyfriend?!

“Nice to meet you.” Warren and Peter shook hands. He tried not to seem too dazed.

“You too… (Y/N) didn’t say she had a boyfriend…” Peter noticed the silver Peter was gone but didn’t press on the matter.

“Oh?” Warren rose his eyebrows and looked at (Y/N). “Trying to keep me all to yourself?” He teased.

“Maybe… You don’t know…” Warren chuckled and kissed the top of her head again.

“Hey, Angel! We’re gonna do a write up with Beast and shower.”

Warren rolled his eyes, “I’ll join you later Cyclops.”

“Mystique said now.”

Warren huffed, “I’ll be back in like an hour, baby.” He pecked her lips before leaving. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You too…?”

Tony and the others walked over to Peter and (Y/N). “How’d you like the school, kid?”

“It was really cool. I like it here. It’s almost like a college campus or something.” Peter was still too focused on the fact (Y/N) had a boyfriend. A really cool, attractive, powerful, mutant, boyfriend. Peter couldn’t compete even if he wanted to!

Everyone walked back to the main entrance room. Peter walked slightly behind the group. (Y/N) asked Bucky questions about his arm. “Does it weigh a lot? Warren’s wings do. His posture isn’t great because of them.”

Mr. Stark walked slowly to meet up with Peter’s pace.

“Why’re you down? Sad we’re leaving?”

“No,” Peter mumbled. “It’s not important.”

“Did someone say something to you? (Y/N)’s boyfriend? I can kill him if you want. I know his dad.”

“I just… I didn’t know, (Y/N) had a boyfriend. I thought maybe she was into me, I guess. Most girls don’t like me and she said her eye color changes based on her mood and she was excited the whole time we hung out, but I guess it’s like that for everyone.”

Tony put his hand on Peter’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “I’m sorry, Peter… There’ll be other girls though.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Just kinda sucks.”

“I get it.”

“I’m gonna bake some brownies. I know Warren and Peter really like them and they’re probably hungry. Do you want to stay and have some?”

“Thank you for the offer, (Y/N),” Steve said. “But we really have to get going.”

She shrugged a little. “Alright, maybe next time. It was so great to meet all of you! You’re all really cool. Tell Wanda, Peter said hi.”

“Will do.”

They were all about to get in the car and go.

“Bye Peter! I had a lot of fun today. If you’re ever in the area text me. We should really hang out sometime.” (Y/N) hugged him, and Peter hugged back, trying not to seem sweaty due to nerves.

“Yeah, definitely… Bye.”

The Avengers got in the car and drove away.

“I love you, but sometimes you’re a little oblivious.”

“Am not!” (Y/N) scolded her boyfriend.

“Peter was definitely into you. He almost passed out when you said I was your boyfriend.”

(Y/N) poured flour into a bowl starting her brownies, “He was probably just intimidated by your wings.” Peter doesn’t like me… Right?

Warren kissed the top of her head before walking over to the fridge to get a drink. “You’re cute when in denial.”

“Shut up!” She joked.

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 6 years ago

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 14

This turned into the longest chapter of the story thus far and this whole thing spawned from what was supposed to be a 1k word intro to the actual chapter. Well... I hope you enjoy, at least!

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

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Chapter Fourteen

Within a single day Hizashi had managed to tear one of the stitches in his shoulder, drop his keys down a storm drain, lose his time card that would allow him to clock in for his shift, had missed lunch because his boss didn’t trust him to take one without his time card, and, to top it all off, the same boss had also rejected his request for overtime even though Hizashi was pulling almost sixty hours a week.

He was sore, he was tired, and all he wanted to do was go home and sleep, but, no, instead he was staring at the door that lead into his shitty apartment complex, remembering with vivid detail the way he had dropped his keys into the drain earlier in the morning. His emergency key was also inside because he had used it a few weeks ago when losing his last set of keys in a fight.

Hizashi stared at his door, vaguely hearing Snowball meowing for him, before he turned and shambled his way back down the stairs, trying to keep his shoulder as still as possible. The over the counter meds he had taken had stopped working hours ago and Hizashi wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that he was hardly registering the pain anymore.

Feeling his phone buzz after he was halfway to the little convenience store a few blocks away, Hizashi sighed and dug it out, glancing at the message preview, ‘Yamada-san, can you take my afternoon shift? I know you open but I need to pick up Yuki from his father’s…’ Checking the sender, Hizashi groaned as he closed his eyes.

Kameyo was a single mother with a four-year-old who just received a quirk that changed his sweat into acid. There was no way she could afford to lose her source of income or even lose too many hours. If she didn’t find a replacement for her shift, then their boss would probably cut her back by fifteen hours at least. Fuck.

‘Consider me on the job, Kameyo-san!!’ Hizashi debated not sending the text for a moment before he went through with it, watching until he got confirmation. His phone then flickered to show a low battery warning before shutting off altogether.

Hizashi stared down at his phone and felt like everything he wanted to say was vibrating and buzzing throughout his body, pushing him closer and closer to some sort of edge. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he was winding his arm back and throwing his phone away from him as hard as he could, swearing and just barely holding his quirk back as he realized he threw it with the shoulder that had been shot just a short while ago.

“Huh. And here I thought you couldn’t swear.” Hizashi went utterly still, fingers clutching at his shoulder as if that would hold him together. It didn’t seem to be helping as everything felt even worse at realizing just who those words belonged to. After all, Hizashi could be deaf and blind and he would still know that voice. Apparently, the gods hadn’t made him suffer enough recently. “You know, it’s pretty irresponsible to be going around and throwing phones.”

At that, Hizashi slowly lifted his gaze up, swallowing as he saw Aizawa, in full pro hero gear, was holding Hizashi’s undamaged phone. If it had hit the ground, it probably would have cracked and Hizashi would have been even more screwed. It took a few moments to find his words, Hizashi almost tired enough to forget he wasn’t Present Mic in that moment. Fuck why did Aizawa always have to make things so difficult.

“Sorry, Aizawa-san. It’s… been a long night.” His body shook like there was a festering wound embedded under his skin, Hizashi rubbing at his throat and looking back down, doing his hardest to not scratch. He was an adult. He could handle himself, now.

“Mm.” Startling at the tap to his cheek, Hizashi glanced up once more, Aizawa patiently holding his phone out for him to take. “Then you won’t mind if I escort you home. Last time you were out this late you almost got shot.”

“I can promise that’s not a regular occurrence,” Hizashi said quickly, frowning a bit at the disbelieving snort. Maybe as Present Mic he got into trouble, but as Hizashi he was boring at best and uninteresting at most. “Besides, I, uh… can’t go home.”

“Why not?” With the man’s goggles resting on his forehead, Hizashi saw the way Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, a glint of red in the very center as he stared him down. Hizashi wondered if Aizawa knew how terrifying he could be.

“Oh, well, uh…” Trailing off, Hizashi ducked his face down and mumbled the reason quickly, praying Aizawa wouldn’t push.

“My quirk isn’t super hearing.” Ah, but then again, it was stubborn and brilliant Aizawa who could never let things go.

“I… dropped my keys down a storm drain.” The dreaded, awkward silence Hizashi was expecting never came and instead there was a quiet little laugh. As well, instead of feeling embarrassed, Hizashi felt something tight within him start to relax, Aizawa trying to hide his smile in his scarf. There was no hiding the amusement in his eyes, though. If he and Aizawa were anyone else, Hizashi might have called that look fond. “Yeah, like I said, it’s been a long night.”

“Come on,” Aizawa chuckled, walking forward and grabbing the front of Hizashi’s shirt before spinning him around and tugging him along to get him moving back towards his apartment. Hizashi was relatively sure Aizawa didn’t know where he lived, so the man had probably just made a lucky guess. “Do you leave your windows unlocked?”

“In this neighborhood?” Hizashi scoffed, trying not to flinch at the look Aizawa gave him. It was the same one he always gave Mic and it had Hizashi tucking into himself and fear that the other knew. “I keep one unlocked for emergencies in case I get broken into or something, but it’s not the one over the fire escape.”

“That’s fine, I can get in and then unlock the door from the front.” Right. Okay. Aizawa was helping him back into his apartment. Maybe he was trying to see where Present Mic lived? “Lead the way, then.”

Nodding and moving to walk beside the man, Hizashi chewed on his lip for a moment before working up his courage. “Um, Aizawa-san… Why are you helping me? I mean, surely a hero has more important things to deal with,” Hizashi aimed for a jovial tone and a laugh, but it must have fell flat because Aizawa looked so serious when he looked over at him.

“I think you’re plenty important, Yamada-san.” This man was bad for his heart. “And don’t bother with the honorifics. They make me feel old.”

“I hardly think you’d be considered old seeing as you’re still in your twenties.” There was a burst of deep, thrumming laughter, Hizashi almost tripping over his feet at realizing he had made Aizawa laugh.

“How old do you think I am?” Ah, that question when paired with a laugh meant Hizashi was about to feel deeply embarrassed.

“I don’t… Twenty-six? Twenty-seven?” That seemed about right. Aizawa was messy and often had tangled hair and stubble, but his face was still smooth and young.

“I’m thirty-one,” Aizawa laughed again, this laugh softer and more subdued. “I’m honored you thought I was the same age as you, though.”

“Wha- What?” This time it was Hizashi whose laughter bubbled over. “Well, good news for you, Aizawa-san, we are the same age.” Aizawa stared at him as if he couldn’t believe it, Hizashi trying to smother his laughter.

“You should make it more obvious.” For a gleeful second, Hizashi could pretend that the man was blushing. “And I thought I told you to stop with the honorifics.”

“Mm, alright, but only if you promise to do the same,” Hizashi said, his nerves disappearing in the wake of Aizawa’s smile before they got the chance to grow.

“I suppose we have known each other for a few months, now.” It was only Aizawa’s calm and relaxed pace that made Hizashi realize the other had been talking about the coffee shop and not the face they were arch enemies. It was hard to believe that Aizawa had known his civilian self for months and yet they had never talked beyond those short few minutes in the coffee shop every other morning. “Is this your complex up here?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Hizashi had never been overly embarrassed about the places he had lived in his life, but the fact that Aizawa was seeing his shithole of an apartment made him feel nervous and like he needed to explain himself. “It doesn’t exactly look the best, but it’s not all that bad. It’s just, you know…”

“It’s a place to live.” Aizawa had an expression that could almost be called soft, the man giving him the trace of a smile. “It reminds me of where I lived until I graduated U. A.”

“Oh.” Actually, now that he thought about it, Aizawa had mentioned something about growing up in a neighborhood like this one. “You lived somewhere like… here?”

Aizawa was silent a moment, looking to the ground and then back to the complex as he nodded, “I lived over on Block 27 in this area.”

For a moment, Hizashi’s mind was completely silent. That was enough to shock him, but what Aizawa said took precedence because what, “You’re shitting me. You- Block 27?”

“It’s a bit on the outskirts and no doubt my complex was torn down, but yes.” Aizawa looked over at him, raising his eyebrows. “Are you-”

“I lived three blocks away from there for almost four years when I was in my last few years of school. Are you kidding me? You were right there-” Hizashi’s anger was shot through with a spike of pain, Hizashi unable to do anything but gasp and clutch at his shoulder.

“Yamada!” Hands were catching him by his arms before the pain could knock him over, Hizashi unable to even appreciate the fact that it was Aizawa holding him as he tried to block out the pain. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I-” Hizashi winced and grit his teeth and closed his eyes for a long moment. “I messed up my shoulder a few days ago and I haven’t taken anything for a while, is all.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside. Which door is yours?” Aizawa tugged him along even as Hizashi mumbled the door, hating himself for how weak he was when he honestly almost blacked out while walking up some steps.

He felt himself propped up against the wall, the cool concrete soaking through the back of his jacket and dragging out a small sigh of relief. He heard a mutter from Aizawa, but before he could question it, the man was patting at his cheek.

“Oi, stay awake, alright? I don’t want to pick your lock when that’d just fuck up your ability to use a key on it in the future. I’ll go around through the window and let you in as soon as I can, alright?”

Cracking his eyes open, Hizashi swallowed down a million words before settling on a quiet, “Sorry.”

“For what?” Aizawa frowned, looking as if he honestly didn’t know. The man was too nice for his own good, honestly.

“I’m a grown adult,” Hizashi muttered, gritting his teeth for a moment when the pain spiked again. “I should be able to take care of myself and not waste a pro’s time with this.”

“You’re not wasting my time, Yamada.” Aizawa stared at him as if he was holding back words of his own before turning away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you even know what window to look for?” Hizashi yelled, completely unsurprised when Aizawa vanished without an answer. Honestly, that man.

Leaning back against the wall, Hizashi tried to calm himself down and focus through the pain. He had been through a lot worse than a shot shoulder, but damn if it didn’t hurt when he was trying to take care of the wound on his own.

One of the EMT workers at the bank that night had been in possession of a minor healing quirk so Hizashi at least avoided a trip to the hospital, but it was still a nasty wound. It was also easily identifiable as a bullet wound - especially to a pro hero that was so keen on helping him out. Jeez, it wasn’t like their coffee was that good.

Pushing himself off the wall, he startled as his door swung open with an anticlimactic little swing, Hizashi letting out a quiet laugh, “Wow. That was pretty fast. Consider me impressed, Aizawa… Ah.” Hizashi blinked, staring at where Aizawa’s arms were full of a purring Snowball. Aizawa was absolutely beaming. “I see you found my cat.”

“I thought you would be the type to have a small cat.” Aizawa didn’t look willing to let Hizashi’s cat down anytime soon, but Hizashi supposed Snowball was a pretty great cat. This was also the most Hizashi had ever seen Aizawa smile, which was… equally wonderful and unnerving.

“He is small!” Or, well, he had been, at least, before Snowball’s sudden growth that still left Hizashi scratching his head some days. The cat was barely even a year old, after all, if that.

“Do I need to teach you the difference between small and massive?” Aizawa said, cocking an eyebrow with a hint of a smirk.

It took more effort than it should have to push down all the dirty jokes that sprung to mind. He was Hizashi right now, not Present Mic. And Hizashi needed to shuffle his way inside to at least get his shoes off, although he ended up staring at where Aizawa’s boots were already on the ground. It looked like he had taken them off after climbing through the window and somehow that, of all things, made Hizashi remember just how stupidly in love he was with this man.

“I’m not sure what breed he is, you know. I thought he could be a maine coon or a forest cat, maybe, that was thrown out by a breeder or something, but the structure is all wrong. You know, he does shed.”

“If I was worried about shedding fur, then I wouldn’t have my own cat,” Aizawa snorted, finally letting Snowball down and moving to help support Hizashi as he kicked his shoes off. Hizashi was trying not to laugh at seeing the black jumpsuit was already covered in fur - most likely the reason it took Hizashi a few moments to realize what Aizawa had said.

“You have a cat?” That… made sense, but it was also stupidly cute. He suspected Aizawa had a cat, at least, but it was nice to get that confirmation. “You know you have to tell me their name, now.”

“Only if you tell me his name,” Aizawa said, nodding down at Snowball. Hizashi was happily about to tell the man before he remembered with horrifying clarity that it was Present Mic to tell the man that he had a cat named Snowball. It was already dangerous enough just talking to him like he was, now.

“I, uh, maybe next time. Right now I should really get inside and check on my shoulder and everything.” Did Aizawa even suspect anything yet? Hizashi hadn’t realized how comfortable he was until just that moment, but if he slipped too much… it wouldn’t be too hard to connect Yamada Hizashi to Present Mic. Villains had already done it themselves, after all, with that Trigger dealer, and Hizashi knew that Aizawa could find out through the police station any time he really wanted to know.

Actually, now that he thought about it, why hadn’t he? Maybe the first few times could be explained away as not caring enough, but after all they had gone through, Aizawa had to have looked into it by now, right? Nothing had changed, though, between them - both as Present Mic and as Yamada Hizashi. Was he just not worth it, then? That had to have been it.

Hizashi wasn’t worth the effort and Aizawa had never bothered to try and figure out who he really was, because why bother with something that wasn’t even interesting. He had read all of this so wrong. To think he once thought there was a chance. No. There was no way-

“Yamada.” Jerking at the sharp tone, it was only Aizawa’s hands on his arms that kept him from jerking back and hurting himself. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Oh- Sorry, no, I’m- It’s been a pretty bad day. Sorry, I should let you get back to your patrol. Can’t leave these streets undefended, after all!”

“I was saying that you should at least let me help you look over your shoulder.” If it wasn’t for Snowball’s meows and purrs, there would have been absolute silence in the apartment.

“What? No- Why would you want to?” One sentence and Aizawa had managed to throw all of his fears and questions into doubt. “You’re a pro hero who’s supposed to be underground. I probably shouldn’t even know your name.”

“I doubt you’re about to run out in the streets and tell every villain there is my real name,” Aizawa laughed, moving to close the door that Hizashi had left open since he thought Aizawa had been about to leave. “Come on. You’re looking ready to pass out.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Hizashi muttered, unable to bring himself to fight as Aizawa led him further into the apartment. “I’m not much a fan of pity.”

“Pity is the last thing I feel about you.” There was something in those words, but Hizashi was nowhere near the proper state of mind to try and figure it out. “Which door leads to your bathroom?”

“Second on the right,” Hizashi sighed, managing a small smile as Snowball led the way with loud, vibrating meows, Aizawa looking to be holding back laughter. “Sorry. He’s as loud as me, sometimes.”

They fell into a more comfortable silence this time around as Aizawa pulled and pushed Hizashi until he was sitting on the edge of the tub, a first aid kit opened beside him. Aizawa looked like he was hesitating before finally meeting his eyes, “Would you be okay if I helped you get your shirt and jacket off? If you want to keep the shirt on, I can try to work around it.”

“Oh.” That was… oddly sweet. It might be safer since Hizashi didn’t know what he would do with Aizawa’s hands on him, but, well, he was always a bit selfish. “Sure, just let me know if you need help or something, I guess.”

As Aizawa started to work, Hizashi clamped his mouth shut and tried to suppress any and all noises as Aizawa worked his jacket off first and then his shirt, slow and methodical with each movement. He was so caught up in staring, he almost missed the quiet, “Talk to me, Yamada.”

“Oh, man, I think you’re the first one to ever ask for me to talk. Most people are always trying to tell me to shut up.” There was no joke that maybe he should go back to being silent, Aizawa only calm and relaxed as he nodded like he wanted Hizashi to keep talking. “This is a distraction from the pain, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” At least he was honest. “Tell me something that’s been on your mind, tonight. Something that made this day such a bad one.”

“I mean, I already told you about the keys,” Hizashi said, scrambling for words and scrunching his eyes shut as Aizawa started working the shirt around his hurt shoulder. “Um, okay, the phone thing- I threw it away because it died right after I took on a coworker’s shift because of a bunch of reasons, so now I need to work morning and afternoon, tomorrow.”

“Do you normally pick up more shifts than you can handle?” Aizawa asked, Hizashi letting his silence speak for itself. “Thought so. You seem the type to cause yourself stress to save others from it.”

“Ah, how rude to assume things of someone you barely know,” Hizashi teased with a forced grin, Aizawa’s hands faltering against him before he was moving to prod at his shoulder. For the first few moments, Hizashi had to control himself from saying or doing anything stupid as he felt callused fingertips trailing against his skin and searing a path into him that he would likely never forget. It then took everything in him to not activate his quirk when Aizawa pressed against the edges of the wound because that would let Aizawa know who he was for certain.

“Sorry. It doesn’t look infected, but it doesn’t look all that good, either.” Aizawa seemed to know what he was doing and Hizashi didn’t bother to try and look. It had been bad enough when he had to change the bandages on his own the first time and had almost fainted. He wasn’t aware he had completely silenced himself, however, until Aizawa was patting at his side, startling him. “Talk to me, Yamada.”

“Oh, um- Right. My shifts- I don’t mind. She’s been through a lot, more than me, it feels like, so I don’t mind helping her. It’s our boss that’s the real jerk- I mean, you know those cat muffins we sell? What am I saying, of course you do, you always buy some.”

“They’re cute,” Aizawa said simply, Hizashi wanting nothing more than to coo over the man and tease him and maybe sneak in a kiss or two to the cheek and maybe- Ah, okay, right, pain was very good for focusing his thoughts. “What about the cat muffins?”

“I was kind of at fault for when we brought them back, right? Since I was the one to ask my boss about them, he decided that I should be the one to make them, so my usual morning shift got moved to where I have to come in an hour or two early. I mean, I’ve adjusted, by now, but it was awful when it started.”

“You… You make those muffins?” The small, soft tone of awe had Hizashi’s heart tripping into overtime, the look in Aizawa’s eyes making him hope for a second. The moment of hope was probably the cruelest joke of them yet. “Why would you go through all that? They can’t sell that well.”

“I…” It was because he had worried about his ‘enemy’ not eating in the mornings. He had seen this scruffy and tired man and worried because he knew how much work he put into everything he did. Aizawa had seemed sad about when they stopped and Hizashi had wanted to see him smile, or be given that small smirk of his, or even just look like he didn’t have so much weight on his shoulders. He wanted to thank the hero so badly, so he had done what little he could to try to help. “I guess I don’t really have a reason.” He had several.

Aizawa seemed to know there was more he wasn’t saying, but he finally shook his head, Hizashi shivering as he felt some sort of cream spread over the wound after Aizawa dabbed at it with some disinfectant. Aizawa’s voice felt more like a balm than the actual medicine, “You, Yamada, are something else entirely.”

“Guess I am,” Hizashi chuckled weakly, smile feeling a bit more real when Snowball, tired of being ignored, jumped onto the edge of the bathtub and shoved himself against Hizashi’s side. Aizawa looked like he was trying not to laugh, Hizashi giving one for him. “You know, I actually really like all his purring and meowing. It makes this place feel less quiet.”

“That’s one of the reasons I love my own cat,” Aizawa said quietly, digging through the first aid kit again. “She makes the room feel less empty.” Hizashi had been about to respond before he felt a bandage pressed against his wound - probably to keep it from bleeding considering his torn stitch. “Sorry. There’s nothing in here to really numb the area.”

“I have a bottle of wine somewhere,” Hizashi managed to wheeze, grinning a bit at Aizawa’s laugh. He must have started going silent again, because he felt Aizawa give him a little nudge as he started wrapping his shoulder up tightly.

“Talk to me.” Fuck, why was it that both as Mic and Yamada it was always Aizawa that wanted to hear him talk. Hizashi didn’t know how to deal with that and now it was coming at him from both sides of his life. “It can be about anything.”

The pain spiked for a moment and the words were tumbling out, “Fuck, okay, uh, it’s hard to believe that we used to live only a few blocks away when you were growing up? High school, right? That’s around the time I lived there- Fuck, we could have seen each other and never even known.”

“Almost done,” Aizawa said quietly before his tone picked up. “And we never met. I think I would remember someone with hair like yours.”

“Nah, I used to keep it really short,” Hizashi laughed, the sound pained more than anything. “I wonder what would have changed if we had met back then or more than just in passing, maybe. That would have been fifteen or sixteen years ago, right? Jeez, that’s half our lives. We could have known each other for half our lives if things had been different.”

“I don’t know… I think I like this version.” Aizawa sounded further away. Prying his eyes open, Hizashi saw the bright lights of his bathroom that were almost blinding since he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, Aizawa sitting back with a small smile. “The torn stitch didn’t look good, but they’re all dissolvable, so you shouldn’t have to go to the hospital. This bandage should last a few days, too. By then you should be healed enough to be able to change them on your own.”

“My hero,” Hizashi laughed, taking a moment to try and relax as Aizawa put away the first aid kit as if he did this frequently. Considering the fact he was a pro, he probably did do things like this frequently.

When he focused back, he saw that Aizawa was holding out a glass of water and a couple of pain relievers. Hizashi took them gratefully, near draining the cup of water before he looked back up, trying not to let Snowball knock him into the floor where he was trying to get more attention again.

“I know I’ve said this before, but you’ve seriously saved me this time around.” There was a quiet laugh, Hizashi biting his lip for a moment as he remembered the conversation he and Aizawa had after the hero had recovered from that USJ attack. “The world could use more heroes like you.”

“Maybe.” Aizawa clicked his tongue, Snowball leaping into his arms in a heartbeat. The sight of the stern hero Eraserhead holding a loud, purring cat was enough to make Hizashi laugh up a storm. “What about you, Yamada?”

“What about me what?” Hizashi asked as soon as his breathing was under control, giggles still slipping out of him.

“Did you ever want to be a hero?” There was once a time where that question would have sent him into a panic, but this was Aizawa and he wasn’t Present Mic. Besides, it would be nice to be honest, for once.

“When I was younger,” Hizashi finally said, standing up slowly and carefully as he set his now empty glass down on the edge of the sink. “In our society, it’s all kids want to be when they grow up, after all.”

“What changed?” Aizawa didn’t look like he was paying much attention, but Hizashi knew how sharp and clever this man was. If he let slip even one clue that he was Present Mic, Aizawa would connect the pieces together in no time at all.

“I… think it was a lot of little things, honestly.” He didn’t want to lie, but there was no harm in being careful. “I started thinking differently not long after middle school. That’s when everything really changed.”

“It’s a shame we never met.” The man’s voice was soft as he let Snowball back down, and when he looked back up, his gaze was even softer. “I think we would have been decent friends.”

“Oh, hero…” His only saving grace was that for once he spoke the silly nickname in Japanese instead of English. “You give people too much credit.”

“I think you give yourself too little credit.” Aizawa stared at him and Hizashi watched as his smile turned into something he could only call beautiful. “I have a feeling that you would be an amazing hero, Yamada.”

Jeez… Aizawa Shouta was far too much of a hero.

It had taken almost another hour, but soon Hizashi had been tucked away in bed with his door safely locked, Aizawa back out on patrol while Hizashi set huddled up in blankets with a cat purring on his stomach.

“Block 27…” With his hearing aids out, Hizashi could only rely on his thoughts to really know what he had said. He usually thought over everything silently at night, but these thoughts felt too big for silence. “Friends, huh?”

Eraserhead was a hero that was better than them all. Not only had he stopped to help a civilian he didn’t even really know, but he had stayed with Hizashi long enough to even help him with his shoulder - and he hadn’t even asked what had happened to him.

Hizashi wondered what would be different if they had met when they had been going to high school or even junior high. If they had met, would Aizawa somehow have managed to convince him that he could be a hero? Would Hizashi have tried for U. A.?

There was no way to know, but Hizashi indulged for just a moment in the idea of being childhood best friends. He thought about the two of them meeting, both deathly silent until Aizawa managed to coax words out of him like he had in the bathroom.

They could have gone to U. A. together. There could have been a day where Hizashi would grow to love Aizawa as much as he did now, but in that version he would have called the man Shouta and would have been less scared to share his feelings. Hell, maybe they would have been heroes, together, too. Above all, there was a chance that they could have been friends from the very start.

It was a nice little dream, but then Hizashi remembered their long nights of chasing each other and fighting in the streets, sharp words flying just as quick as fists and weapons. Their relationship here, if it could be called that, was fast and unsteady and went from fighting with all they had to Aizawa sitting with him silently on a rooftop in peace.

It was mad, and crazy, and it shouldn’t make sense no matter how he looked at it, but Hizashi agreed with one thing Aizawa had said that night.

No matter how bad his life was at times or how confusing it all got to be, Hizashi could honestly say that he liked this version of it all. It made him more appreciative of all the good that was in his life - like tonight.

He was tucked away in bed surrounded by covers and a large cat, his shoulder had been carefully cleaned and bandaged, and he had managed a conversation with Aizawa that was just that. A conversation with Aizawa as himself. Sure the rest of his life was a wreck that was slowly unraveling, but with nights like these…

With nights like these, where Aizawa smiled at him and told him that he would be an amazing hero, well.

Hizashi almost believed it.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #erasermic #villain!mic #corndog-patrol #villainous heroics

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Kitziwch – Human Things

Anonymous asked: i've got a request! I honestly just want something with lance getting reCt tbh, so uh. They're in the castle and so, allura and coran are like "lmao whats ticklign" and they want someone to demonstrate it, so they chose keith and lance to do it, first lance is all like scared n, stuff but then keef breaks the awkwardness and just pouncess on lance and coran is there just taking notes with allura And when they're done pidge says something like lmao good blackmail material and they're both SHOOK

Ask and you shall receive, friend :) I hope I did it justice

Title: Kitziwch – Human Things (b/c I can’t title for shit)

Word count: app. 3.6k (Side note: holy shit that’s longer than I anticipated)

Rating: it gets a b i t suggestive at one point but nothing more than like PG-13

Time: Before the end of season 2 I guess maybe, Shiro doesn’t have his Bayard so…

Characters: The main 7 (Keith, Hunk, Lance, Pidge, Shiro, Allura, Coran)

Pairing: pre-Klance

Genre: so fluffy it gave me cavities

Themes: Ticklish!Lance, Pining!Keith, ticklish!Keith, brief ticklish!Shiro to kick off the plot, this scenario is such an oldie but a goodie and I feel honored to write it, f u c k I’m so weak for Lance getting reKt you have no idea, I don’t know what “““correct form””” is but I needed a good opportunity so I could be very wrong but fuck that I don’t really care, it takes like over 1k words to get to the meat of the story I’m so sorry but I needed enough exposition for this prompt, I love using personal experience for help with writing haha…, am I minorly projecting my synesthesia onto fictional characters now is that what is happening, I’m writing this whole thing while over-tired over the course of several late-nights at like 11pm-4am and I think it shows, Ernest Hemingway Mr. Write-Drunk-Edit-Sober would be proud but then again what is editing, my tired ass decided to just fuckin give Lance a special kind of love for it which is why it gets suggestive *winks with both eyes*, fuck I need sleep, I did a surprising amount of research for the title, don’t ask me why Keith is so skilled he just is, Lance is literally a ball of ticklishness help him it’s adorable, I had so many options for endings I hope I did this one right, there will likely be a part 2 b/c of another prompt I got that this can lead into so…

A/N: Ok so “Kitziwch” [kind of pronounced kitzee-ucx I think] is a word I created to be the Altean word for “tickle” out of the German word “kitzeln” and the Welsh word “Ticiwch” because of reasons you’ll find out at the end of this

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At the training deck, Allura was trying to get a better feel for each of the paladin’s combat strengths and weaknesses. She was going to have each one go up and complete a relay of sorts – which was made of an opaque maze (unlike the electrified invisible one), fighting several types of drone-bots, and testing the accuracy of their Bayard. Coran was watching as well, taking notes on each round.

Pidge was up first, and she made it through the maze quickly, but lost time at the flying drones and accuracy due to the short range of her Bayard.

Then it was Lance’s turn. He didn’t get through the maze as fast as Pidge, but more than made up for it with accuracy.

Hunk was about in the middle so far for the maze time-wise, but was able to quickly obliterate the drones. However, his Bayard was not as precise as Pidge’s or Lance’s due to its comparably wide damage-field.

Keith practically danced through the maze, even though he got hung up a few times. He slashed through the drones and had a near-perfect score on accuracy.

Shiro was last to go, and after getting through the maze and the drones he was getting ready for testing the accuracy of his arm.

“Hold it!” Allura rushed to him. “I can’t ignore you Earthlings’ improper form any longer. I have held my tongue but I’ve had enough.”

“Aw, why didn’t you tell us? I would’ve fixed it,” Lance said from the sidelines.

Allura smiled apologetically. “You were all on a roll. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I just can’t let this finish uncorrected.”

Shiro relaxed his stance. “Sure, Princess how do I stand?”

“Alright Shiro, hold your back in a straight line – don’t hunch over,” she said casually, circling him as he followed her directions. “Hm, good. Now, keep some bounce in your knees – you look too stiff, and if you can’t move freely you can’t evade.”

“Okay,” he replied, trying his best to follow suit. “Am I doing it right?”

She paused behind him. “Here, let me help you angle yourself a bit better.”

She reached forward and put her hands on his sides to adjust him. He jumped a little, but Allura credited it as surprise and shrugged it off. She tilted him to the left a little bit to balance himself, pressing her fingers into his ribs accidentally, and he involuntarily snorted out a surprised laugh.

This time, she quickly retracted her hands. “Everything alright, Shiro? Are you hurt?”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and smiled at her. “I’m fine, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt.”

She looked at him quizzically and tilted her head. “Then why did you make that noise? That was a laugh, right?”

“I guess I’m a little ticklish, that’s all,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That shouldn’t get in your way again, I just didn’t expect it… Allura?”

She looked like she was deep in thought, trying to remember something that was forgotten a while ago. She looked to Coran, who looked back at her, just as confused. “Do you know what he’s talking about, Coran?”

“No, I’ve never heard of that before either. I don’t know what he means.” He turned to the other four paladins. “Can any of you translate? Altean often overlaps with your language, but there’s no word for that.”

“I can try to explain,” Pidge volunteered. “Basically, someone is ticklish, you can tickle someone, and that someone gets tickled. Linguistics aside,” she adjusted her glasses, “basically it’s when someone is touched in a way that makes them laugh. Some people like being tickled, some people hate it, and there are people that are more ticklish than others.” Pidge smirked, “for example, I’m not that ticklish. Shiro, on the other hand… well you’ve seen that he is.”

“Thank you, Pidge,” Allura said, still confused. “I think that helped, but I still don’t really understand it. How can touching someone make them laugh? And can everyone do this?”

“I agree, I’m still confused as well,” Coran piped up. “Can we have a demonstration? I think that might clear it up.”

“Oh yes, I think that would be great, Coran!” Allura agreed. “But how do we get someone to demonstrate it?”

“Well, if you want two people to show you what it is, I recommend some people who you want to see laughing, or to get revenge on. Tickling can be a great form of revenge, sometimes. It can also be a good bonding experience.”

“Alright, Pidge, then I think it should be…” she thought for a moment.

Lance’s eyes were wide, and he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected by this when every iteration of the word made him want to crawl out of his skin. He noticed Keith hiding his face behind his hair a little more than normal. Hunk, however, was completely fine through the whole conversation so far – not even blushing (like Shiro was, oh boy his face was pink).

“Lance and Keith.”

“What?” Lance shrieked, and then cringed at how terrified he sounded. Keith turned his head away so no one could see the grin that was beginning to invade his face, as well as the blush that sat upon his skin.

“Well, I think you two have some differences you need to work out, and Pidge said that tickling can be used as a bonding experience. Plus, Keith never laughs, and maybe I’m considering this revenge for you constantly flirting with me, Lance,” she said brightly, laughing at the end and showing she wasn’t actually upset.

“Yes, I think they would make a good match-up for this ‘tickling’ thing,” Coran agreed. “I can take notes on this to better understand it.”

Allura walked over to where the red and blue paladins were inching away towards the door. “Come on you two,” she chirped, grabbing their wrists and pulling them into the center of the room. She stood them face to face – or as good as she could get them since neither one would meet the other’s eyes – and she retreated back to where she previously stood next to Coran. “Alright… now start… tickling each other?” She glanced at Pidge to see if she had used the word correctly, and was given a thumbs-up in return. She smiled satisfactorily, and waited.

Lance shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Neither paladin moved or looked at the others.

“Why aren’t they doing anything, Number Five?” Coran whispered to Pidge, pen poised above his notepad.

“They must be shy about this, but don’t worry. Maybe they need incentive to get started.” She smirked, before shouting “if neither one of you starts tickling then someone else will tickle both of you!”

She grinned broader when she saw their faces turn redder and Lance nearly squeaked at the threat as Keith huffed through his nose.

Allura whispered to Pidge that she had an idea. “Keith, Lance was complaining about your mullet again yesterday!” she yelled to them in a sing-song.

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance’s in an instant, biting back a grin. Thank you, Allura, for giving me an opening. “Again with the mullet?” He started inching towards the blue paladin. “When are you gonna let it go?”

Lance began protesting as he inched backwards, hands raised in defense. “No no no she’s lying Keith, I didn’t insult your mullet yesterday… to her anyway!”

“Oh, so you did?” he cracked his knuckles, and Lance squeaked.

“W-well,” Lance’s voice was unnaturally high. He gulped and steeled himself, stopping in place. “It is pretty terrible…”

That was the final straw. Keith yelled “enough with my hair!” and pounced onto Lance, knocking him to the ground.

Keith lay on top of Lance for a moment, blinking down at him and realizing Lance could’ve gotten hurt from that.

“Did that hurt you?” he asked quietly.

Lance fought back a smile, “no.”

Keith’s face finally split into that large grin – one of the first Lance had ever seen on him. “Good, because then this definitely won’t.”

The blue paladin’s eyes grew wide and his face grew pinker as Keith’s words fell from his lips. He didn’t have time to dwell on it much, however, as soon all thoughts were abandoned as he felt hands on his hips and two thumbs brushing over the skin. His breath hitched in his throat as he bit his lip and began to smile.

The pressure from the two digits increased, and he began squirming and laughing in little breathy huffs. “K-Keith come hahahon buhuddy…”

“So you remember me being your ‘buddy’ but not our bonding moment?” he teased, changing to squeezing Lance’s hips causing sharp, shrill laughs and him to buck up and down.

Lance felt what seemed like electricity shoot through his body, and his mind went blank. “NOHOHO KEIHEEHEETH,” he pleaded through laughter.

“If you say so, I’ll stop with your hips…” the red paladin near-growled (which made the boy underneath him blush even harder), and, in keeping with his word, shot his hands to Lance’s stomach. In desperation as his laughter reached a fever pitch, he reached to grab Keith’s hands. Keith was having none of it, grabbed them, and pinned them above his head. Keith held them with just one of his own hands, putting enough weight on them both to not hurt them but keep them in place. He tsked down at Lance before returning one hand to his stomach and scrabbling his fingers wildly, causing the blue paladin to dissolve into hysterics.

Lance couldn’t even protest anymore, for a few reasons (one of which he’d explain to Keith later, much to both of their delights), but mostly because he couldn’t physically form words with Keith’s hands there. However, it became even worse(?) for Lance when the red paladin decided to take it up a notch and stick his hand underneath his shirt to tickle Lance’s bare skin.

Lance’s vision erupted into brightness as his laughter turned silent from the fast, firm fingers digging gently into his stomach.

Keith’s face dusted pinker as he marveled at how soft Lance’s skin was, before realizing that Lance probably needed more air than he was currently getting. He let him laugh silently for a few more moments before letting up.

Lance panted, catching his breath and smiling largely. His relief was short-lived, however, as Keith’s hand crawled up his side, on top of his shirt once again. Lance was back to squirming as he felt his fingers walk slowly up his waist, and ribs, and then finding their target in his left underarm. Lance shrieked as Keith’s fingers danced in the hollow, and skated around the edge.

“KEIHIHTH COHOHOME OHOHON YOU’RE MEHEHEAN”

The red paladin laughed. “You think that’s mean, I’ll show you mean.” Keith let go of Lance’s hands, which instantly shot to grab him again. Keith stopped tickling for a moment to take one wrist in each hand. He maneuvered them under Lance’s back so his own weight was holding them down, allowing Keith to use both hands. He pressed his knees on either side of the blue paladin to keep him in place, and sat on his hips. Keith reached behind him and squeezed Lance’s knees, extracting deep belly laughter and causing his legs to flail around to their maximum allowance.

Keith inched his hands up to Lance’s thighs, and alternated randomly between squeezing and fully tickling and lightly tracing them. Lance dissolved into uncontrollable giggles at the latter two techniques, and let out yelps interspersed with short, barking laughs when he dug his fingers in. The layer of denim was no match for Keith’s teasing touches.

Keith’s fingers drifted from the top of Lance’s thighs to his inner thighs, but due to the quick change in his laughter Keith moved back to save him any embarrassment. Well, any more embarrassment. Keith didn’t fail to notice the… *ahem* lengthening of the individual laughs and how they seemed to become more throaty and less… less like laughs and more like something that under other circumstances he would be thrilled to hear.

Lance didn’t notice.

Keith hoped none of the others did, and he filed it away in his mind for later. He figured it was probably best to move his hands somewhere else.

He brought his hands to Lance’s sides, spidering from his waist to the middle of his ribs as best he could. Lance’s belly laughter returned, but he wouldn’t look at Keith – he kept turning his face away to try to hide – which the red paladin thought was adorable.

“MEHEHEAN”

Keith laughed along with him. “Alright, I think I can live with that,” he smiled down at him. He wanted to kiss Lance’s blushing cheeks, and he almost did before remembering the other 5 in the room.

He felt Lance’s ribs under his fingertips, and he dug into them a little more, making sure to press in-between the bones. He used both hands to play Lance like a twin piano with keys to the left and right. The blue paladin’s laughter became shrill at his upper ribs, and Keith was a little resentful that he couldn’t really get at Lance’s underarms while he was in this position.

Although, there was a place Keith wanted to try. He moved his hands slowly to Lance’s neck, dragging his fingertips gently the whole way. He began wiggling his digits against the soft skin there, causing Lance to scrunch up and start giggling. He tickled the right side of his neck, and watched Lance try to trap his hand between his head and shoulder. He tickled the left, and Lance did the same. When he tickled both sides of his neck, however, Lance tried to pull his head into his body like a turtle and wrenched his eyes shut.

Keith laughed again. He didn’t think Lance would’ve been able to be taken down by a few light touches on his neck (or his thighs, but that was another matter).

He didn’t want to keep at his neck too long, since that was a dangerous place to linger for a few reasons, but he didn’t want to be done quite yet. He decided to give his neck a break, and figured that it was a gamble for the next spot. Either it wouldn’t be ticklish and he’d have to move fast, or Lance would be even more adorable just by default.

Keith brought his hands to Lance’s ears and lightly brushed his fingers on their undersides on the thin skin and around the outside ridge of each one.

He played his cards right.

Lance’s giggles became effervescent as he scrunched up his face and turned his head from side to side as Keith’s heart melted.

“Nope, you can’t escape it now,” Keith teased quietly.

“Kehehehihith cohohome ohohohon…” Lance whined, but not for him to stop. He just… he couldn’t handle being teased.

Keith stayed tickling his ears for a few moments, before deciding that there wasn’t enough of a canvas to work with. He withdrew his hands, trying to figure out where to strike next. Hm.

“Do you think he’s done?” Keith heard Coran whisper to Hunk.

“He shouldn’t be, he’s forgetting a couple key spots,” he said back.

Keith grinned. Right. He slid off of Lance, who didn’t move right away.

All he did was ask, “are you done?” But not even in a tone conveying annoyance, just simply a question posed as if asking the time.

“Not yet, turn over,” Keith told him, and Lance froze, blush returning to his face.

“Come on, Lance!” Hunk encouraged.

“Yeah, it’s for science!” Pidge supported.

“And inter-cultural studies!” Allura chimed in.

“I’m writing as fast as I can!” Coran yelled in a hurry, apparently marking down everything that occurred.

“Come on, Lance, do it!” even Shiro was getting in on it.

Keith smiled down at him. “Come on, either you turn over or I go back to your stomach…” he raised a claw-shaped hand over him.

Lance groaned and flipped himself over, but Keith caught the smile on his face too. Lance was even biting his lip to keep from grinning more.

Keith sat on Lance’s thighs, facing his feet. He grabbed one of Lance’s legs and pulled his foot back towards him, eventually grabbing onto his left ankle. He pulled off Lance’s sneaker, and held it tighter before descending five wiggling fingers onto his upturned sole.

Lance erupted into laughter the instant Keith made contact.

“AHAHAHA KEHEHEHIHIHITH WHAHAHA—COHOHOME OHOHON”

The red paladin shook his head, chuckling and smiling fondly. He spidered his fingers along Lance’s arch, sliding farther down his legs so he could put more weight on Lance’s calves so he wouldn’t need to hold onto his ankle.

Lance felt fingers dancing as close to the base of his toes as they could get with how tightly they were curled. He shrieked with laughter as he tried to kick his foot out of Keith’s grasp, but it was held tight.

Keith smiled, and laid his leg over Lance’s spare one, holding it down with his weight. He leaned forward, and with the hand that was tickling his foot Keith pulled his toes back and held it in place. He was practically sitting on the back of his knees as he took his now free hand and tickled his stretched-out sole.

Lance continued his high-pitched laughter as he began clawing at the cool tile of the floor. Keith scratched along his cotton-covered arches, and Lance went limp with loud giggles bubbling out of his mouth as if he was a popped bottle of champagne.

Keith could’ve tickled him there forever, if only just to hear him laugh like that until the end of time.

He moved his nimble fingers to his heels and brushed around the edge, and Lance’s laughter became fuller again as he shot up, propped up on his elbows, eyes wrenched shut and face flushed.

Keith snickered at the instant reaction, and he was amazed that Lance hadn’t even said the word “stop” at any point. Keith knew that they were about equal in strength, but Lance never made a move to push him off…

Keith’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt clumsy fingers at his sides. He fought back his own laughter as Lance tried to retaliate. He had managed to bring himself up far enough so he could reach Keith, but he could barely do so.

However, it was enough for Keith’s incredibly sensitive sides. He started losing focus from the light touches, and as he arched his back and removed his hands from Lance’s feet, beginning to laugh himself, the tables were turned. Lance was able to roll out from under him and tackled him, situating himself on top this time.

“Write that down, write that down!” Allura was lightly smacking Coran’s arm out of excitement.

“Is that legal?” Coran asked Pidge and Hunk.

Pidge smiled, “all is fair in love and tickling.”

Coran nodded seriously, and continued jotting it down in his notepad.

Lance smirked down at Keith, who was sprawled out on his back with Lance pinning down his legs with his own. He was panting heavily and his face was deeply colored red, but his eyes were bright and happy.

“You know…” the blue paladin began quietly, and Keith had the impression that the words were not meant for the others to hear. “I could get my revenge right here, right now.”

Keith would’ve been worried, if not for the fact that everything other than Lance’s voice was conveying pure joy.

“Or… we could run back to my room and I could tell you things that would probably be good for both of us.”

Keith nodded quickly. “Yes. Let’s go do that.”

The two jumped up and began running out of the room before they heard—

“Think that’s good blackmail Shiro?”

Lance and Keith froze, and looked back at Pidge with wide eyes.

“I wonder what I can use this for…” she pondered aloud with mock-innocence.

“You were recording that?” both paladins asked simultaneously in embarrassment.

She smirked. “Remember that the next time I ask for the cookie jar,” she laughed. “Because who knows… it might just get broadcast to an entire planet, then they’ll know that the great Blue Paladin of Voltron is incredibly ticklish.”

Lance began walking towards her. “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I think we both know I would, and that I’ve had enough of your discrimination against people under 66 inches tall,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

Lance cracked his knuckles, walking closer to her, who didn’t back down. “Keith? Wanna help me here?”

Keith grinned evilly, “it would be my pleasure.”

“Oh my gosh!” Allura cried out, smiling largely and stopping the two in their tracks. “I just remembered something, Coran!”

Her advisor looked at her as well. “Kitziwch, right?”

“Yes!” she smiled, and the paladins could see right through her act. “We do have a word in Altean for that, it’s ‘Kitziwch’.”

Lance and Keith blinked at each other.

“You know, Keith, I think she knew all along. I think she tricked us into this!” The blue paladin said with mock-surprise.

Keith fake-gasped in return. “I think you’re right! But what do we do about Pidge and her blackmail, and Allura?”

“I do not know, there’s only two of us…”

“But there’s also two of them…”

“Fair point, buddy, so what ever shall we do?”

Keith grinned. “I think we have one clear option.”

“Shall we attack to defend our honor?” Lance readied his stance.

Keith followed suit, “absolutely.”

#voltron tickling #klance #tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!lance #ticklish!keith #filled #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld tickling #mine #jeezus there's so much tickling in this #a good thing abt not being able to say the word and not always being able to type it:#is that i have to get creative with my descriptions lmao

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cavern-of-bells · 7 years ago

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AT LONG LAST!

Here it is! My first attempt at writing any sort of narrative in the last fifteen years, and the very first attempt I’ve ever made at smut fiction.

Any writers in the fandom who have more experience with this than me (for example: everybody) that are willing to spare some advice, please let me know what I can do better! I live for constructive criticism and am VERY curious to find out what parts sound clumsy, if I overuse certain turns of phrase and sentence structures, where I should elaborate, etc. To my credit though, I did try to keep the cliché words to a minimum (I’m looking at you, ministrations, core, nub…), and not once did I use the term “glistening purple meat wand”, regardless of how tempting it was.

Anyhow, my writing method is essentially just dumping the contents of the paper shredder that is my brain onto the floor and trying to assemble something resembling a coherent plot from it. I know it’s far from perfect, so don’t be gentle! I assure you that as long as your criticism isn’t “Wow u dum”, I will be glad to hear it.

Special thanks to @tentori21 and everyone else who offered their help or advice when I was struggling!

They say every dog has his day, and Puppy? I declare July 2017 has been YOUR month. You have had some great material lately!

Thanks to @otome-microwave @yoolee @slbp-owns-ayame @jane-runs-fast and anyone else who put out awesome Toshiie content this month, because it definitely helped to get the creative juices flowing (as well as some other juices, ayyyooo). Oh, and if anyone knows of any other recent Toshiie material I haven’t mentioned, send that biz my way! That means I missed it which is completely unacceptable.

It was the fifth time that a suitor of yours had been scared off. A nice boy, from the village had asked you to join him in viewing the sakura blossoms that afternoon. “Unbelievable!” You storm through the corridors hunting for the man that was the very cause of your woes. When at last you spot him emerging from his quarters, you shout an “Oh no, you don’t!” and force him right back in, slamming the screen shut behind you. Quite a feat for someone of your stature, but you were angry, and boy was he in trouble. “Just how many nice boys are you going to scare away? You do know that not one of them has ever contacted me again after encountering you? When I went shopping for groceries I happened to visit the vegetable stand of the boy from last month, and did you know you frightened him so badly that he closed up shop and moved to the next town over? That was the best stand there was to buy burdock from, Inuchiyo!” Your friend scowls and retorts defensively. “As if a coward like that could ever keep you safe,“ he huffed. “Besides, men are animals–I should know! Not a single one of those chumps had good intentions!“ You take a deep breath in an effort to quell your growing fury before continuing. “I am a grown woman, Inuchiyo. I am not the naive child you believe me to be!” “That’s a load of bull– you really think you’re going to be able to protect yourself when one of these scumbags finally gets you alone? Do you even know what it is they want to do to you?”

“Just because I’ve never been intimate with a man doesn’t make me clueless! Or that I haven’t …practiced some things.“ You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks at this little outburst. “WHAT?! Who’s been practicing with you? I swear, if that damn monkey bastard laid a finger on you I’ll kill—” “For God’s sake Inuchiyo, nobody did anything! I DO work in the kitchens with the other maids, you know. I’ve talked to them a lot. Not to mention, copies of a book called The Lover’s Guide are suspiciously commonplace in this castle. Also… I may have stolen an occasional daikon that looked like I might be able to carve into something… helpful.” Neither of you could look each other in the eye. The silence was becoming almost unbearable, when at last Inuchiyo spoke up– “…You didn’t cook with it afterwards, did you?” “Of course not! that’s vile! C-can we get back to the point now, please?” “What was the point again?” You roll your eyes. “The point is– stop interfering! If you’re that interested in my love life, you could always– I don’t know– try courting me yourself?!” Another uncomfortable pause. You began to seriously regret bringing the subject around to this in the first place, when his quiet voice interrupted your pity party. “You… You would have me?” You sigh in relief and anticipation. “Would I have suggested it otherwise? Of course I would! I never said anything considering it’s only a matter of time before you get married off to form some alliance or another. I didn’t want to make things any more difficult than they already were.” “I would never agree to any marriage of convenience if I knew I had the chance to be with you. I’ve always loved you.” Your heart flutters at this confession, and you can’t fight the smile which has begun to form on your lips. “I’ve always loved you, too. Guess we’ve both been pretty stupid, huh? ” “Yeah, it seems so.” He says, returning with a smile of his own. The two of you sit in silence for a while, basking in the realization that each of you reciprocates the other’s feelings. But the tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife. Impatient, you manage to muster enough courage to make a move– “Well, since you claim to *know so well* what a man would want to do with me when he gets me alone, perhaps you could show me. After all, I think you owe it to me to make up for some of the missed opportunities you’ve caused over the years. Of course, I could always show you what I want, instead.” Your eyes rake over his broad figure as you pray that your actions look more seductive than they feel. You are certain you look like a complete fool– like a child attempting to sound like an adult. Fortunately it doesn’t seem Inuchiyo has any intention of teasing you. You watch as he gulps at your bold suggestion. “Are you sure about this, MC? You don’t want me to, uh, take you out or something first?”

You can’t help but snort at this . “How many hundreds of times have we been out together already? I think we’re well past that.”

Your friend cracks a smile at this. “Fair enough.”

Silence, again. The pair of you fidget uncomfortably, unsure of where to go from here, now that the moment is gone. You find it funny that after all you’ve been through together, you still have it within you to be bashful around each other.

…

“Will you just hurry up and kiss me already?” You blurt out, unable to bear the awkwardness any longer.

He needs no further prompting. He pulls you in towards his chest and cups your cheek in his hand as your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You pull away, briefly, only to come crashing back together in a kiss much more violent than the last. You swing your arms around his neck and meet each kiss of his with as much fervor as you can summon. You know you must be clumsy, but you’ll be damned if either of you care. He drags his open mouth down the side of your neck and you run your hands through his hair. Sensations you have felt before only in your imagination leave you delirious with pleasure. In no time at all you are grasping at one another’s clothes; desperate to eliminate anything coming between the primal urge to feel his skin against yours.

At last, you are naked. You glance at your friend (soon to be lover, you think happily to yourself.) It’s not as though you’ve never seen him partially undressed before, but it is the first time his state of undress has been the cause of you directly, and my god, you are a lucky woman or what is all you can think as you take in the sight of him. He is tall, he is handsome, and those muscles are positively exquisite, but you can’t let yourself get distracted– slowly, you let your gaze fall to the one place you have wanted to see most of all. Your eyes finally lock onto his manhood, which stands flushed and proud against his belly, and you can almost feel its pulse just from looking. It is certainly much larger than your own fingers or anything you have pleasured yourself with before, and you wonder just what this is going to mean for you, but you can’t let such trivialities deter you now–not when you’ve finally come this far. “Is it alright if I touch?“, you ask, hands clenching into fists at the anticipation, no, the need to touch, to feel him as you never have. Inuchiyo nervously clears his throat. “Yeah.” You carefully reach for him, hands falling at his powerful forearms, and let them roam upwards toward his shoulders and across the broad planes of his chest. You wrap one arm around his neck as you allow your other hand to trail south down his abdomen, where you feel the muscles there flinch at the contact. He’s always been ticklish on his stomach, you muse, as you do your best to resist a sudden urge to bite him there. Your arousal amplifies with your impatience for what is to come. You can feel the telltale wetness seeping its way down your thighs as your fingers reach their prize. You barely manage to wrap your hand around his shaft when– “Tsss!” You jerk your hand away in surprise. “Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“Ha. No, of course not,” he chuckled, embarrassed. “I guess a part of me wondered it might still be a dream, but those always end before I get to the good part, so I suppose that proves it’s safe to say that’s not the case this time.” “Okay, good”, you remark, and return your attention to his ‘full attention.’ Out of curiosity, you lift his erection away from his body and release it, only to watch it spring back against his abdomen.

Fwip “Hehehe, look at it go.” He couldn’t decide whether he found your amusement over something so silly endearing or exasperating.

“H-hey, quit laughing!” Inuchiyo pouted. “Sorry– I’m just so happy. See, look– I’m excited, too.” You guide one of his hands to rest at the juncture of your thighs, allowing him to feel the extent of your own arousal. “Shit–” he exhaled, “You’re completely drenched.” “Mm. Well, I’ve wanted this for a long time.” You pause for a moment before shyly continuing, “Would you… Would you please touch me more?” The only response you receive is his impatient growl, as he lays you face-up on the bedding. He hovers over you and you part your legs for him. His hand gingerly slides down from your hip to back to the top of your mound. When he looks back at you, your breath hitching in anticipation, you understand from his eyes that he’s saying that if you want to back out, it’s time to do so. Instead, you buck your hips upward to meet his fingers. He proceeds to spread open your folds and gently push up your hood to reveal your clitoris, which reflexively twitches a retreat from the sudden exposure. “Beautiful”, he says, his gaze almost tangible as he takes in your most intimate area. You squirm beneath his eyes. “H-hey, don’t stare like that–It’s embarrassing.” “Don’t be” is all he says before he pinches the bud with his thumb and forefinger, gently beginning to roll it between them. “A-ahh!” you cry out, not expecting such intense stimulation so soon– it feels wonderful, though, and you make no move to slow him down, even as he curls two fingers from his other hand into your entrance and begins to scissor them within you. “Looks-ah, looks like I’m not the–mmn– the only one who has been reading The Lover’s Guide”, you manage to sigh before surrendering to his ministrations entirely. “You’re so good at that.” You feel yourself inching closer toward release, but the pleasure has plateaued; the coil in your belly has ceased to wind itself any tighter. In an act of desperation you grasp his wrist with both hands to steady his, and grind your hips against him. “Keep going…” you plead “I-I’m almost–” You watch as he swallows, utterly transfixed by the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. At last, the tension inside you snaps–and a wave of euphoria overwhelms you. Your entire body seizes, shattering in an orgasm which transforms you into a shuddering mess.

Recalling something you read in your book, you bring his fingers to your lips and take them into your mouth. Your tongue teases at them more than what would be necessary to simply get them clean, but according to the text, this gesture is a technique of seduction done to imitate a much more intimate act. You look up at Inuchiyo and release his fingers with a loud pop. “Fuck.” He mutters in blank awe as you lay there, chest still heaving from exertion. “I know I imagined this a lot, but I never thought it would be–that you would be like this.”

Without warning, you push him back into the bedding and swing your leg over his waist; effectively straddling him. Without breaking eye contact you fumble between the two of you.

“I think I’ve left you unattended long enough” you purr sultrily into his ear. “MC” he rasps as you grasp his length and aim him at your entrance. “Sorry, this might take a minute” you warn as you slowly, tentatively sink onto him. “M-mmmmnn!” Once you have him fully inside of you, you pause to catch your breath. This is, without a doubt, the fullest you have ever felt, and while it is a bit uncomfortable, you’re certain it’s due to unfamiliarity rather than pain. “You okay? You don’t have to –ah–force yourself” he says, and you can see just how much effort it’s taking to hold himself back. “Aah, n-never better” you pant, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his lips.

Once you feel you’ve adjusted to his size, you test your range of movement with a couple of exploratory rotations of your hips.

He groans and throws his hands onto his face, sliding upwards through his hair– an action so unbearably sexy that it elicits a small giggle from you, though you couldn’t say why.

You lean forward and meet him in an open-mouthed kiss- tongues tangling as you begin to rock back and forth.

You couldn’t say whose breath belonged to whom as the pair of you pant and moan into each others’ mouths, but it wasn’t as if you cared to try.

Your rhythm escalates as already you begin to chase your second high.

“MC!”, Inuchiyo calls out, in a voice so tainted by lust you barely recognize it. “You’ve gotta… mmph… slow down, or–ah!”

“I don’t think I can" you whine, helplessly shaking your head. You have no intention of slowing.

You yelp in frustration as he abruptly stills your hips with his hands. Before you know it, your view is of the ceiling and he peers down at you from above. He offers a word of apology to your desperate, squirming form. “Sorry–” he pants, “But if you kept that up, I’d be done before we even started.”

“Ah, Inuchiyo… please..”

With a grunt he slides himself into you once more. The pace is slow, infuriatingly so, but his movements are powerful and deliberate. Once, twice he pulls out in long strokes, before settling into a heavy grind, barely withdrawing before pressing as far in as he can, as if he can’t bear the feeling of not being inside of you for even a moment.

The constant pressure of his pubic bone against you provides your clit with some much-needed friction, but it’s not enough– growing increasingly frustrated, you purposefully tighten your walls around him in an effort to spur him on.

“Tsss!” He stops entirely at this.

“Please…,” another clench, “It feels so good but I need you to –mm–give me more, Inuchiyo. Show me you’ve wanted this, ah–as much as I have. ”

That did it. That is what snapped the last thread of restraint holding him together.

Your legs are tossed unceremoniously over his shoulders and he slams into you, so roughly and at such a tremendous pace, you wonder whether it will leave visible bruises.

“MC–hahh– is this what you wanted? FUCK.” He humps into you with renewed vigor, abandoning any remnants of desire there were to prolong your lovemaking, instead aching to relieve the desperation in both of you. Lewd squelching sounds fill the room as you attempt to meet each of his thrusts, but ultimately, crying out is the best you can do to keep yourself from fainting. The orgasm you had been chasing earlier catches up with you once more, and this time you are determined to bring it to fruition. You muster up all the strength you can to warn him of your imminent release. “Inuchiyo! It’s too good! If you keep going like that, I’m going to–ah!” Your plea is acknowledged when his fingers find your clit once more, circling furiously. “Mmmngh… Come with me, MC– I can’t hold it in much longer!” No sooner do these words leave his lips does your orgasm hit you full-force. You scream his name and clench around his throbbing cock again and again. Not long after, his own reaches him. Utterly spent, it is all you can do to placidly observe as he emits a loud groan and clamps his eyes shut, continuing to pound into you mercilessly, desperate to milk every last drop he has out his cock and into your welcoming pussy. You feel the excess seed dripping out of you and onto the bedding, as he continues still with no sign of slowing. Finally, his hips stutter to a halt and he collapses onto you, panting heavily. You cradle his face and share another kiss. You remain as you are for a while, but after some time he reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving behind the feeling of being almost painfully hollow.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls you against him; you settle your head onto his shoulder and tangle your legs in his. As you idly trace your fingers over the scar on his chest, you recall just how close you had once been to losing him. You send a silent prayer of thanks to your father, for without the sacrifice he made, the man you love with all your heart would not be here with you today. “Hey, Inuchiyo?” you ask, unsure whether or not he is still awake. You can hear that his heartbeat has slowed to a steady thump. “Yeah?” he replies, voice laced with contented exhaustion. “I’m glad you’re here.” The kiss you receive to the top of your head is so full of affection that you feel you may die of happiness. “Me too”, he replies, and you don’t need to look to know that he’s smiling.

#slbp inuchiyo #slbp toshiie #slbp #samurai love ballad party #smut #slbp smut #my stuff #voltage

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get ready to rrrrrumble

jesus christ this is a long ass submission so uh puts it in a read more also puts my txt in bold so its easier to read 👍

Right, so I’ve just read everything that happened in the last few asks you got and I’m just gonna sit down and tell you this right now. You better strap the fuck in because this is long and if you’re not gonna read it, shame on you, because all of this is specifically about YOU and the problems people have with you (the people Blu mentioned). First off, I’m not Blu, so don’t go and start calling him names in your server because you’re finally, FINALLY, being called out on all the bullshit you do. I used to be your friend, I left on semi-good terms, and this entire thing is going to explain WHY I left + why you need to square the fuck up.

sounds like fun whoever u are

You need to get your shit together and seriously change yourself, but of course you’re not gonna do that, because you’re an incompetent piece of shit who has your head so far up your ass you can’t see all the things you do wrong. You act like you’re the person who suffers the most, and that anytime anyone is rude to you it’s THEIR fault, not the fact that you did something terrible to someone or that you started some drama. I’ve been fed up with this shit for months, and have been hesitant to say anything directly to your face, because you don’t even know me that well and we hardly talked. We did interact a few times, but those few times were absolute hell to me, because I must have literally retracted some kind of disease just from being near you. You are the fucking EMBODIMENT of tumblrina, and it’s so fucking sad because you weren’t like this before (based on what a few others have told me).

the use of tumblrina here is jus makin me laugh ur a funny guy buddy but i feel like my past self is worse thn my current self like past me participated in cringe culture so like ew

The way you talk? Absolutely fucking horrid. Sit the fuck up and talk like a normal goddamn human being. I’m here to talk to you, not to decipher some 57 commas and abhorrid shortening of words. Jesus fucking Christ Sombre, I can understand Internet slang and cutting some words up, but you fucking butcher the English language so bad it literally sounds like a toddler having a stroke while mashing at their keyboard. It’s “that” not “tht”, it’s “thing” not “thng”, it’s “something” not “smth”, and for GOD FUCKING SAKES IT’S “THE” NOT “TH”. ARE YOU LITERALLY SO FUCKING LAZY THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN TYPE “THE”, A THREE LETTER WORD. I don’t give a shit if you’re talking like this to sound like an anxious uwu tumblr piece of SHIT, it sounds fucking IDIOTIC and it’s an ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE PAIN TO READ.

language is fake and is mostly just sounds we give meaning, im very sorry if you have trouble reading the way i type and id be more than happy to try and not speak to you like i usually do to everyone else if you just asked politely and talked it out with me (tho the idiotic part is accurate im not very smart lmao)

SPEAKING OF YOUR TUMBLR, LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR UPSET.TXT TAG. If you think anyone is gonna pity you, SPOILER ALERT! THEY’RE FUCKING NOT. Unless they’re your shitty “friends”, NOBODY fucking gives a shit, alrighty? Speaking from my perspective and a few others, nobody’s gonna see this venting on their dashboard and give two shits. Unless they’re your mutuals, they won’t care and it just leaves a bad impression. It’s pathetic how when ANYTHING negative happens to you, you decide to take to Tumblr to boo hoo crypost about it. You wanna vent? You wanna cry yourself to sleep? Cool, talk about it on your server, NOT FUCKING TUMBLR, WHERE LITERALLY ANYONE CAN SEE IT. This is just like how Facebook used to be, you see these posts of people posting personal shit and getting bit in the ass for it later, YEAH WELL THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU RIGHT NOW BUDDY. DON’T LIKE IT? DON’T FUCKING VENT ON TUMBLR.

i rarely vent on here dude like?? do you see the time gaps between the posts in my vent tag? its also my blog so i can post whatever i like as long as im not hurting anyone yo, plus the point of venting for me at least isnt to like get attention or sympathy its to let off some steam not to mention most to all of my vent posts are vague as hell so like…. why do you even care though?? if i get bit in the ass then thats my problem not yours

Right, so let’s talk about your “im gay” tag too! You identify as male, correct? That’s cool! Congrats. But you’re not gay if you clearly show an interest in girls. Doesn’t matter if they’re fictional or not. Your “im gay” tag is filled with girls (Bismuth, some anime girl, pinup girls). NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE! You’re male, those are females! Opposite genders! That means you’re NOT GAY! WOAAAAAH! So who are you to be reblogging and posting all this shit about how hetero people are the devil, hetero people are the worst wah wah, when you yourself identify as a guy and clearly seem to be interested in girls, even if just a little?

dude i used to identify as nonbinary i only recently started identifying as male, hell i used to identify as female ages back so like? the posts in that tag are most to all old and i do realize my attraction to girls isnt gay, hence why ive only been referring to my attraction to dudes as me being gay post-male identification i guess

Speaking of all the heterophobic shit you reblog, have you not considered it could make some of your followers feel absolutely terrible? I’m bi myself, I like both guys and girls, but holy FUCK when I see that shit on your blog it makes me feel guilty for liking guys at all! Is that how you want people to feel? Whether they’re pan, bi, or straight, that shit’s literally so fucking damaging and it sure as hell hurts to see! And don’t throw that “some of those posts are jokes” bullshit at me, because guess the fuck what! They may be jokes to people who aren’t hetero, but they sure as hell don’t seem like jokes to those who are! How would you feel if I made a joke that was even SLIGHTLY negative towards homosexuals? Wait, no, don’t answer that, because I already know how you’d feel. You’d get pissy, you’d stomp your little baby feet over to Tumblr, and then crypost about it, saying you’re facing homophobia and being harassed blah blah blah.

HETEROPHOBIC IM LAUGHING…. buddy…. pal…. heterophobia is fake and im very sorry if those post make you feel bad as a bisexual person (im also bi so) but heterophobia isnt actually a thing, comparing jokes directed at straight people to lgbtphobia is inherently lgbtphobic as it compares little jokes most to all directed at bigoted/ignorant straights to something that can often result in the actual literal death of hundreds of people for their gender/orientation- that doesnt happen to straight people dude

Also: you don’t have autism. Were you officially diagnosed? Because I’m gonna be real fuckin’ honest, it doesn’t sound like you have autism. You sure have something, hoh yeah, but it’s sure as hell not autism. You put your “autism” up on a pedestal and act like it’s one of the only things about you, like no hunty, your mental illness doesn’t define you. Nobody gives a shit, okay? Your mental illness isn’t an excuse to act like a literal fuckface, it’s not an excuse to treat people like shit, and it sure as hell isn’t an excuse to blame everything on others and make yourself out to be the good guy because “my autism made me anxious or forget things ;w;”. This is the exact kind of tumblrina thing I’m talking about, people on this goddamn website act like their mental illness is the only quality about them and that not being neurotypical makes them special. NEWS-FUCKIN-FLASH, it doesn’t. It really doesn’t. You don’t see me using my mental illness as an excuse for my actions, because I actually step the fuck up and take responsibility for shit I’ve caused. My mental illness does not define me. There’s more to me than that. You need to realize that your fake-ass autism isn’t an excuse for you to be a fucking asshole to the people around you, and that your actions do have consequences. Stop blaming others for shit you’ve caused, stop calling people jackasses when it’s YOU who’s insulting people and twisting the truth, and for the love of God tell your white knights of friends to shut the FUCK up if they don’t know all the details of a situation.

i was technically diagnosed albeit in a nontraditional fashion (a psych at our middleschool was the one who diagnosed me) and i have never defined myself solely by my autism nor have i used it as an excuse for my fuck ups, ive literally apologized and stopped doing the things i did since the blu incident, i recognize i fucked up there and i apologized and i havent done the whole lying out of anxiety thing since, also my white knights of friends??? YOURE the one coming into MY inbox to tell me how shit i am after i blocked blu i literally just want this to be over leave me alone dude

Alright, so now that we’re done talking about YOU, let’s talk about your fandoms. You like Osomatsu-San. Okay, that’s fine. What’s not fine is how FUCKING obsessive you are about it. There’s nothing wrong with liking something and being attached to characters, making art of it, having a blog, reblogging it, talking about it, that’s okay. That’s okay! But you? You fucking hold the characters so close and act like they’re your own characters. You get upset when something doesn’t go your way in the show. This was evidenced by how many times you’ve complained about episodes (guess where? upset.txt) after they’ve come out. That anon about the straight joke? You got so heated over that, didn’t you? Saying Chibita was “out of character”, BITCH, what do you fucking know? He’s not your goddamn character! The writers will write him however the fuck they want. It’s THEIR fucking show, it’s THEIR fucking characters, and it’s THEIR decision of who does what and who acts like what. There’s a VERY thick line between canon and fanon, and you can’t seem to distinguish that AT ALL. You merge your shitty headcanons with the canon universe, and when something doesn’t go your way, you FREAK THE FUCK OUT and go crying about it in your server or on your tags.

youre blowing that ONE FUCKING POST so out of proportion ive never complained abt ososan in upset.txt outside of MAYBE episode 4 and that would be because of the NONCONSENSUAL SEX SCENE i KNOW my headcanons arent canon i KNOW that the chibita/snowtoko complaint was MINOR and i fucking LIKED THAT EPISODE A LOT!! i didnt cry i just felt that based on how the staff have characterized chibita up until that point it was a little jarring to see him react like he did THAT IS ALL! what the fuck!! how would you even know what i talk about in my servers!! youre obviously misinformed my guy!!!

Lemme tell you something, Sombre: Karabita isn’t canon. OH SHIT! I SAID IT BOYS! THAT’S A FUCKING CURSE ISN’T IT!! No, sorry, sit the fuck down and suck those tears up, because it’s true. It’s not canon. It isn’t. You grasp at straws to say it is, but it isn’t. Chibita wore somehing blue? Oh shit, it’s Karamatsu! He’s clearly in love with him! No, sorry honey, that’s not how it works. Of course Chibita would feel pity on him and let him stay with him (ep 24), because who wouldn’t? That doesn’t mean they’re dating. Karamatsu may be the most bisexual person ever, but he sure as hell isn’t dating Chibita (at least, not canonly). Speaking of Chibita, you need to stop acting like any other Matsu x Chibita ship is literal hell. They’re not. There are some decent ones out there, and although they’re rarepairs by now, they’re a lot better quality than the Karabita bullshit you spew out.

me saying karabita is canon is a joke, and my disdain for non karabita matsubita ships is based half in coping reasons and half in chibita has literally no chemistry with the other matsus and seems to not like any of the other bros at all whereas hes actually shown some level of tolerance or interest in karamatsu

While we’re on the subject of non-canon ships, Atsutodo isn’t canon either. Fuck’s sake, they were on screen together for 10 damn seconds. Yes, I’m aware there’s card art of Atsushi and Todomatsu having a meal together, but they’re very clearly not dating if Todomatsu is still going out with girls and holding their hands etc. Oh, speaking of Todomatsu: Your trans hc of him? Generic as fuck. He’s not trans. Call me a transphobe, I don’t give a shit, but he’s not trans. Look at the -kun animes. He’s a guy. Where in his life would he have magically been a girl and then go right back to a guy? The time span between a 12 year old and a 21 year old isn’t long enough to allow you time to transition. In that day and age, it wasn’t even acceptable to be transgender. So none of the Matsus are trans, get that out of your head. Get those “autism hcs” out of your head too, because I KNOW you hc Kara and Jyushi as autistic (and I’m aware you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic too, but we’ll get to that later).

i know atsutodo isnt canon i never said it was all the “x ship is canon” jokes are about karabita and theyre jokes dude, i just think atsutodo would be cute. why the fuck do you even care about my trans hcs?? theyre HEADCANONS they dont HURT ANYONE and like dude there are trans children out there….. stop being a fuckface about simple headcanons what the fuck.

Lemme tell ya something. Karamatsu sure as hell isn’t autistic. Literally the only reason you headcanon him as such is because you yourself claim to be autistic and because “uwu he’s m fav,,,, i relate to him,,,”. Also, I realize “jyushi is autistic xD” headcanons are common, but JESUS FUCK it’s time for them to die. Jyushimatsu is just bizarre in and out, it’s his personality and his way of life. If you’re gonna hc him as autistic for his personality, you’re obviously ignoring his physical abilities. What about that time he cloned himself? Grew different sizes? What about how he seemingly has no bones (tentacle arms)? But oh, let’s ignore that, because he’s always got a smile on his face and he has a childish personality so DURR HE’S OBVIOUSLY AUTISTIC. Also, you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic, but as soon as you started hating him you threw that headcanon out the window. This is PROOF you only headcanon your favorite characters as autistic, and that’s some of the STUPIDEST shit ever.

literally just let people headcanon what they want if it doesnt hurt anyone, im sure in canon theyre not autistic but this is HEADCANON. and is this also to imply that just because a character can do bizarre thing with theyre body they cant also be autistic?? what the fuck does that have to do with anything??? and i didnt throw my autistic ichi hc out the window because “i hate him” i dont even hate him im indifferent to him i hate his fanon incarnation because its stupidly out of character and one note, i also didnt even drop the autism hc for him i feel like he definitely 100% could be autistic but i just dont think about it as much because i think about other characters more than i think about him

Oh yeah, I’d love to hear why you hate Ichimatsu so much? Shut up, I know it’s because “hhhh he abuses kara” but that’s fucking wrong. Listen, Ichimatsu isn’t exactly my favorite either but at least I don’t make him out to be a fucking asshole to Karamatsu. All of the brothers have treated Karamatsu like shit at one point or another. They’ve thrown things at him, ditched him, called him names, ignored him, it’s a fucking trope in the anime that Karamatsu was the one to get hurt. Sure, season 2 has kinda turned that around, but the whole “Ichimatsu is bitter to Karamatsu” thing is the dynamic between them. They DO have moments where they’re not onto each other, though. See how Ichimatsu followed Karamatsu into the woods? Remember the episode where they switched clothes? They didn’t kill each other neither of those times, did they? And yes, I’m aware Ichimatsu has hurt Karamatsu at times (the bazooka, I think smacking?) but he doesn’t LITERALLY ABUSE HIM. You don’t see him kicking him around, PUNCHING HIM, HITTING HIM, EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE. Yes, he calls him names. Yes, he’s threatened to hurt him (“I’ll kill you, Shittymatsu.”) but he’s been stopped or HAS stopped every time. If he really was so intent on hurting Karamatsu, don’t you think he wouldn’t ignore his brothers and hurt Karamatsu anyway? But no, he didn’t, and he stopped each time he grabbed Kara. That’s because the entire “Ichimatsu despises Karamatsu” thing is a GAG in the show. It’s meant to be funny. It’s not meant for your negative ass to label it as abuse and then boohoo about it every time Ichimatsu is mentioned. That’s not a valid reason to hate a character, hell, even Karamatsu’s seiyuu said in a Doramatsu CD that Karamatsu was just comic relief. And if you’re gonna look for a reason why Ichimatsu dislikes Karamatsu, consider the hinted and well-supported reason: Ichimatsu “hates” Karamatsu because of how confident he is and how he can always be himself. Ichi is insecure. Ichi is antisocial. Kara, on the other hand, can express himself and show how “cool” he is. Consider that Ichimatsu wants to be more like him, hence why he said he’s the “number one Karamatsu boy” in that one episode.

okay this is just ridiculous i DONT HATE ICHIMATSU and i KNOW its a GAG, i KNOW they get along sometimes i KNOW all the brothers have shat on kara I KNOW THIS abuse takes many forms though and in a more serious anime the way the bros treat kara would probably be depicted as abusive, but it isnt a serious anime so its a gag and i understand that thats FINE, did you even watch the ichimatsu incident? ichimatsu got plenty fucking pissed off at karamatsu and stuff and the “number one karamatsu boy” nonsense was him being concerned about how karamatsu might think of him as such not him calling himself a karamatsu boy, and yes i know the whole ichi wants to be cool and confident like kara thing i understand that but even so that wouldnt logically excuse his bitterness toward kara but again, its a gag anime so its whatever, youre also ignoring the facet of his disdain towards kara being in part because kara is also vain and ichi finds this annoying and thinks kara is fake as hell because of it there was something in i think a magazine where the bros are all asked what they think of eachother i think and i THINK ichi said something along the lines of him not liking kara because he fakes being nice for the sake of his own ego or something (which is likely ichi just having a negative image of kara rather than that actually being the case because i dont think karas that smart but who knows i dont!!) so like y’know

In conclusion, I would like to say you need to shut the fuck up and chill with your fandoms and headcanons, realize headcanons aren’t canon, and also get your head out of your ass. You’ve done so many wrong things and need to stop blaming them on others. You’ve lied, insulted, and put the blame on so many of your old friends, you’ve avoided people who you deem “toxic” (simply because they have different opinions than you), you think people can’t form their own opinions, and you don’t back up your friends when they’re getting shittalked. You act like an assoholic brat and cannot, for the life of you, open up your eyes and see this. You’re lucky the dicktwats on your server are there for you, because if they weren’t, you’d be all alone, and honestly? That seems pretty good at this point. Fits you perfectly.

i know headcanons arent canon, i know ive lied (though ive really only insulted people who were dicks to my friends and maybe blu which probably not a good thing but i mean hes also insulted me so?? even i guess??) and i regret that, im more honest now and try my best to show kindness to people who have done me and my friends no wrong, ive only ever put blame on blu i literally dont blame anyone else for anything, i dont avoid people i deem “toxic” i avoid people i dont get along with because if i dont get along with them then theres no reason to talk to them im gonna let them live their lives, of course i think people can form their own opinions what on earth are you talking about???? when did i not back up a friend when they got shit talked?? i dont remember that but id like to deeply apologize if i ever did, unless youre talking about when someone in my server insults blu over ykno… him not leaving me alone and harassing me when ive done nothing but mind my own business since the incident, then while it was kind of uncomfortable for me because i felt it was the wrong thing to do i couldnt exactly muster the words to protest it. im very sorry you feel that way im always trying to improve and i like to think that im making some level of progress in being more sensitive and kind to those around me. but also dont insult my friends they didnt do shit weve been minding our own goddamn business this entire time blu is the one who started it back up again.

Now, go back to crying in your server and soaking in self-deprication, fuckass.

yknow i get the feeling i know who this is but i dont want to jump to any conclusions so, uh, okay! see ya my dude :0c

#shut up sombre #drama /#heres to hoping this is the last thing i get abt this bc this is jus really dumb and im tryna move on over here #ask to tag /#submission

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