#realization that his little boy might not be so little anymore and mans panicking and proud and just mixed feelings

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thinking about the first time that idk maybe mind controlled bruce or something but dick managed to apprehend bruce in an unrestrained fight and bruce is like oh

I want Dick to have a realisation that Bruce is Old.

Just looking up at him one day reading case files and squinting at the small letters or some shit and like a lightning bolt coming from the heavens it becomes clear that his Dad's hair is more gray than black at this point, and he has wrinkles on his face. He didn't have wrinkles before. When did those get there? In his head, B is still the same "barely adult" man who brought him home when he was 9. But it's been 20 years since then, and they both kept ageing even tho he didn't really pay attention to it until now. And it's not necessarily a bad thing, but it's a thing, and he has to come to terms with that.

Idk maybe I'll do art for this when I have time and motivation...

UPDATE: the art is here!

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Hey could I get an Angsty fic with wife Olivia Benson/Emily Prentiss (which ever you want) where the reader is a detective/profiler and gets hurt badly and Emily/olivia are the ones to find them and they have to keep them awake until the paramedics get there?

You can pick the injury

Hey @yanginginthere! 😊 It's been a minute since I wrote for Olivia, so that's what I did here! Hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Eyes Open

Olivia Benson x fem!reader Warnings: MAJOR BIG HUGE WARNINGS for gun violence/school shootings, blood, death, etc., medical emergencies, near-death situation, hospitals, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.0k

Summary: When the rest of the squad is hesitant to enter the scene of a school shooting, you make one of the rashest decisions of your life--one you might not come back from. Your wife, Olivia, races to get to you in time.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought as you watched blood pour from your abdomen. You were on the ground before you knew what was happening, before you could evaluate the situation. You pressed your hands over the gunshot wound, trying not to think about how much blood was seeping between your fingers.

You glanced around the room, panicked, nearly sick to your stomach. The racetrack rug, the little cubbies, the bodies. You wretched and vomited before collapsing onto your back. Your partner, Mendoza, lay on the opposite side of the room, pale, wide-eyed, still. Dead. He was dead. You swallowed back tears. Now was not the time to cry.

The shooter’s blood had sprayed across the bookshelves when you shot him. You couldn’t get close enough to feel for a pulse, but he wasn’t moving. So he was at least incapacitated. What you needed was to call for backup, to get the rest of the cowards from the NYPD–the ones who sat outside to wait for backup while you could hear children screaming–to get their asses in here and help. You and Mendoza had gone in against orders, had ignored a direct command from a superior officer to wait for backup. And, god knows, you’d both paid for it, but if even one child made it out that wouldn’t have otherwise, it would be worth it.

You felt for your radio at your side and groaned when you realized it had been shot by the same bullet that was now lodged inside of you. Your vision was starting to grow fuzzy; it was only a matter of time until you passed out. And who knew how long until backup finally decided to enter the elementary school?

You heard movement and jerked your head to the side to see the very top of a small head poking out from the supply closet.

“Hey!” you shouted, crying out in relief. The child shrank back, and you called, “No, no, no, it’s okay! It’s okay. I know it’s scary. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m a police officer. I’m here to help you. That man with the gun, he can’t hurt you anymore. But I need your help. Do you think you could come out here and help me?”

The boy poked his head out again, a little bit farther, and you could see that his face was tear-stained, covered in snot. Your heart broke for him. You wanted to cry. You hated to traumatize him further, but you also knew that if you didn’t get backup and EMTs in here as soon as possible, more people were going to lose their lives–including you.

“Hi, honey,” you said as he stared at you, wide-eyed. “My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?”

He sucked in a breath, then shakily replied, “Arturo.”

You nodded. “Arturo. That’s a nice name. You’re being really brave, sweetheart. Is there anyone else in there with you?”

He nodded his head.

“How many people?”

Arturo held up five fingers.

“Five?” you asked, trying to focus your eyes.

He nodded.

“Are there any grown-ups?”

His face screwed up, like he was about to cry, and he shook his head.

“Okay, honey. That’s okay. Listen. Arturo, we need to call for help so the other police officers and the ambulance drivers can get in here and help everybody. Okay?”

He didn’t respond. You pointed to your busted radio. “My walkie talkie broke, but my partner’s should still work. He’s right over there… just–” You shuddered. God, you were having a child grab a device from a dead body. This poor kid. All these poor kids. But you didn’t know what else to do. “Just don’t look at his face or anything,” you told him. “The walkie talkie on his belt, that’s what we need. Can you do that for me, Arturo?”

He shook as he stood, and you could tell he’d wet himself in fear. Tears sprang to your eyes as you watched him wobble toward Mendoza’s body. “You’ve already been so brave, buddy, I just need you to be brave a little bit longer.”

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to fight the dizziness that swam inside your head.

“It’s stuck,” Arturo whimpered, and you snapped your eyes open.

“Okay, buddy,” you said, wracking your brain for a solution. “That’s alright. Umm… there’s a little button on the side, do you see that?”

Arturo nodded, his fingers wet with Mendoza’s blood.

“Alright, just press the button and hold it down, and then repeat what I say. Okay, Arturo?”

“Okay,” he whimpered, holding his little hand against the radio.

You exhaled sharply, as the pain in your abdomen surged. “Say, This is Officer Y/L/N.”

He repeated it, looking at you with wide, scared eyes.

“Badge number 11227.”

You gulped as your vision blurred, trying to be as concise as possible.

“Shooter is down. Officers down. Requesting immediate backup and medical assistance.”

You could feel your body falling out of consciousness, could hear Arturo talking to the other officers through the radio, but it was far away, as if you were in a tunnel.

“Please help,” he cried, fresh tears running down his cheeks. “She’s not talking anymore.”

The last thought you had before blacking out was that your wife would kill you if you died.

“Clear!” Olivia shouted, moving from classroom to classroom at PS 717, gun at the ready. The rest of the officers stopped as needed to help evacuate children and school staff, to give first aid as needed, but she and Elliot were single-minded. They had one job, and she had insisted it be theirs as the NYPD prepared to enter the scene: find the shooter and confirm that he was down.

The last person they had heard from was you. Well, a little boy who had your name and badge number and said all the right things and, therefore, was presumably with you. She was furious with you, furious that you’d gone in without backup, furious that you were so goddamned good and brave, that you would be willing to sacrifice your life for these kids, even though it was one of the things she loved most about you. And, truthfully, underneath all that fury was just plain fear. Absolute terror. Where were you?! Obviously you were hurt if you couldn’t call in yourself. And, from the sound of it, it had been you who took down the shooter.

“Liv!” Elliot yelled from a classroom down, and she sprinted toward him, her heart in her throat. Elliot was already on the radio: “We need medical here stat! East wing of the school, fourth classroom on the right. We’ve got two officers down, shooter down, multiple civilian casualties.”

Olivia burst into the classroom, her eyes quickly taking in the damage: Mendoza down, shooter down, kids crying in the corner, civilians down, and you. Her heart was in her throat as she holstered her gun and dropped to your side.

“No, no, no, baby,” she cried, cradling your limp head and feeling for a pulse. “Stay with me, sweetheart. You are too damn stubborn to go out like this.” Your pulse was thready and weak, as was your breath. She brushed your hair out of your face, trying hard to keep herself breathing, to not fall apart, not yet. She smacked you lightly on the face until you coughed and blinked your eyes open.

Olivia let out a sob of relief and caressed your face, pressing her free hand on top of yours to stifle your bleeding.

“Liv?” you groaned. Then weakly pointed in the direction of the shooter. “Is he…”

“He’s down, baby, he’s dead. You got him.”

You coughed again and winced, your body shaking with cold or trauma or both. “Arturo?” you asked, glancing around for him.

“The little boy?” she clarified. You nodded. “He’s safe, he’s okay. He’s with Elliot.”

Your body started to shake more violently and it was if, finally, the terror of the day had caught up with you. Tears streamed down your face. Your skin was clammy and your breath came in short huffs. You weren’t stupid. You knew what they meant, all the signs in your body: hypovolemic shock. You’d lost too much blood. You were dying.

You’d like to say that, in what you assumed were your dying moments, your life flashed before your eyes, that you thought of everything you’d experienced and everything you’d not yet been able to. But, honestly, you were just scared. And sad to leave Olivia.

“I love you,” you choked out as your eyelids fluttered between open and shut.

“No, no,” Olivia protested, grasping your face in her hands. “Don’t you fucking say goodbye to me, Y/N. This is not fucking goodbye! You keep your eyes open, Officer. That’s a direct order!”

And you really did try. You really did fight to keep Olivia’s face in front of you, her terrified, tear-stained face. You just couldn’t bear to leave her, not like this.

When you finally lost consciousness, Olivia yelling your name was the last thing you heard.

You woke up god knows how much later in a hospital bed, with several wires attached to you and an ungodly amount of pain in your abdomen, not to mention a mouth so dry it felt like your tongue had been left to dehydrate.

Before you knew what was happening, Olivia’s lips were on yours, her hands grasping the side of your face so tightly you thought there was a good chance she might never let you go.

“You fucking asshole,” she cried, her tears wet against your skin. “You almost died!”

She kissed you a few more times for good measure, then leaned back to look at you, your own tears streaming now. She sniffled and wiped your eyes, smiling even as she cried. “Why do you have to be so goddamned brave, huh?”

You shrugged, then winced. “No, no, don’t move!” she exclaimed. “Just… let yourself rest, okay?” She shook her head. “You really scared me.”

“I’m sorry, love,” you croaked out. You blinked tears away and looked at the ceiling, trying hard to banish the mental images of Mendoza, of the blood, of the civilians. “I just… I couldn’t…”

“I know,” she said, taking your hand. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

You coughed and frowned at her. “You better fucking not.”

She pointed to the table next to your hospital bed, stacked with cards and flowers. “You’ve got quite a lot of fans now.”

You shook your head. You didn’t deserve fans. If anyone deserved the recognition, it was Mendoza. You tried not to think of him, knew you’d start crying if you did.

“Here,” Olivia said, holding out a folded sheet of paper. “Read this one. It’s good.”

There was a stick-figure drawing of you as a superhero and a messy, misspelled note:

Dear Ofiser Y/L/N, thak you so much for helpig me be brav and for gettig the bad gy. Yor my heero. Arturo Guerrero.

Your eyes were swimming by the time you finished reading it. You should be the one thanking him.

“The NYPD’s giving you a Medal of Honor, too, when you’re well enough. You’re a hero, honey,” Olivia said, tracing your cheekbone with her thumb. “A dumb, brave idiot of a hero. But my hero, all the same.”

You didn’t know how you felt about this hero business, didn’t feel like you deserved it. You’d just done your job. And your job required a bit more of you this time around.

“Liv,” you ventured, uncomfortable.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please don’t call me that.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “A hero?”

You nodded.

“What should we call you then?”

You smiled wryly. “Just Y/N.”

Olivia leaned forward to brush your hair out of your face, staring lovingly at you. “How about love of my life?”

You smiled and squeezed her hand. “Yeah. That’ll do.”

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Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, familial fighting, mentions of coma.

Part 24: big boy talk

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Damian’s sneakers tap loudly on the hardwood floor on his bedroom.

damian hasn’t felt settled since that talk with (name), the panicked look in their eyes, the avoidant body language, it’s been nagging at him. Haunting his thoughts at the most inopportune times. when he’s pacing the halls of the manor right after they'd silently left him, the next morning when alfred stiffly handed him a plate as a suffocating silence permeated the kitchen, when the gym teachers droning on about safety protocols during emergencies, it’s starting to drive him nuts. How is he supposed to train like this?….

they’re so….what does he even call it, erratic? manic? he’s never pictured himself struggling to really word things quite like this, has he been in denial plenty of times? yes, he can admit that to himself easily. but this stumps him, (name) stumps him. he likes routine, order. and (name) was very routine until they weren’t.

’The man attacked me and…. My child, attempted to kidnap me and threatened to murder the boy. You might not like how it looks but I did my job as a guardian.’

’….damian, you’re not responsible for me. in any way, shape or form. i’m an adult, you’re a child. you’re supposed to do….child things, i don’t know. The point is that anything that happens to me isn't your fault. Neither you or Bruce are my guard dogs.’

’…are you okay?’

(name) wasn’t routine anymore, they don’t let him protect them. do what he needs to do, his time in the manor was something that could be marked by how his relationship with his step-parent evolved, his first months here were rough. living in a new country, new languages and rules, it was tough. not that he complained. he was of strong stock after all, but his first interactions with (name) weren’t…..great.

he’d felt like the doting was a poor attempt to replace talia, the little snacks, scheduled lessons after school, trying to persuade him from the robin mantle when dick had offered it to him, he felt stifled…..then he watched them doing it to everyone else, pestering dick to take his vitamins everyday, taking tim’s sodas away when it was late, going to jason’s apartment to make sure he was eating properly, having the manor renovated to be wheelchair accessible for when barbara visited.

it didn’t hit him all at once, it was a gradual process in realizing that (name) was just….soft. they weren’t gruff and hardtack like bruce, refined and ambitious like Talia, (name) was their own thing entirely.

he’d grown comfortable in their care, and that comfort had turned into a desire to protect that comfort and tenderness they offered. that was just his place here, then his role just had to be disrupted when he failed to do his duty….

damian stops his pacing, his fists clench hard enough to hurt as he thinks about that stupid night at the gala. their limp, bloody body on the floor as damian tried his hardest to staunch the bleeding without jostling them, his hands and suit were stained by the time tim had shoved through the chaos to find them. he’d cried like a little child when they’d stopped breathing…..

he can’t deal with this right now, he just can’t. with a huff damian slips out of his room, stomping down the halls aimlessly in search of something to distract himself with, maybe he’ll go walk titus, or train in the cave.

the muted voices of his family in the library brings him to a stop, damian’s brows furrowing as he steps closer to listen in, are they arguing?

“-i’m sorry, alfred but i can’t just ignore the potential security risk here. thing’s could go south in a blink!” damian hears soft crunching steps accompanying tim’s voice, he’s wearing his shoes on the carpet again isn’t he.

damian slowly presses his ear against the door, straining to hear who else is in the room, obviously there’s tim and alfred….

“calm down and let’s just think about this, okay? haven’t you been doing research on amnesia? how’s that going?” dick speaks up, clearly there was a tense discussion being held without damian.

“ugh, don’t even remind me of that. if i read one more journal entry about-” tim gets cut off before he can continue. “so, nothing new at all. got it.” damian can practically hear the eyeroll and the look dick or alfred give jason as he speaks, is there a dang family reunion in there?

“boy’s, knock it off. i just wanted to….update you all, on our next steps moving forward with operator.” bruce’s voice groans out exasperatedly, sounding quieter despite damian’s efforts to quiet his breathing, slow his heartbeat. maybe he’s across the room? the mention of operator certainly gets his attention, damian leans harder against the door, eyes subconsciously narrowing as he tries to make out who’s saying what.

in the momentary silence he hears a small rattle, like someone bumped the coffee table maybe? “i think he’s officially fully gone off the deep end, babs. you and cass owe me five dollars and a coffee with extra whip.”

okay, damian nearly sighs as he hears stephanie stage whispering to presumably barbara, maybe cass too? what the hell is going on here!? they’re really talking about (name) without even thinking to tell him? it’s not like he’s not involved in this.

the door suddenly cracks open, startled, damian meets cass’ dark eyes with an awkward grimace as he straightens up and tries to pretend he wasn’t just….eavesdropping on them. to her credit, cass doesn’t look surprised to see him at all, she just pulls the door fully open and gestures with a tilt of her head for him to join the party. “hey.”

damian suppresses any expression when cass’ acknowledgement of him pulls attention towards the libraries doors, many sets of eyes focus on him. “…..hey cass.”

bruce quickly sidesteps the coffee table, dodging a stray stephanie to stand in front of him while damian glances around the room at all the faces. dick smiles thinly at him from where he’s sitting on the arm of an armchair near the long-empty fireplace, his legs crossed in a weirdly polite pose. jason nods his head at him in that specific way he does, jerking his chin up at him without bothering to even sit up from the couch he’s sprawled out on.

barbara briefly nods at him from dick’s right-hand side, her attention seems to mostly be glued to her phone in her lap. stephanie pats his shoulder when she slips past him to go pester barbara just as cass slipped behind everyone to observe the room. alfred and duke both occupy the couch opposite jasons, wearing differing expressions as they acknowledge damians presence. tim’s the only other one standing, his arms are tightly crossed over his chest as he looks up at the ceiling with a distainful scowl on his face, the sight of him triggers damians little brother instinct to piss him off.

a long hush falls over over the library, everyone exchanging knowing glances like damian’s an intruder to some secret knowledge, an annoyed tension clicks in his jaw at the implication. “….hey, what’s going on here?…..”

damian tries not to sound accusatory as he looks up at his father standing before him, damian quickly takes in the slightly disheveled appearance of the usually proud man. the multicolored bruise on his face standing out like a harsh reminder of how far things have spiraled in their lives.

“just having a chat, were you spying on us?” bruce looks half as much amused as he does exhausted, a small, knowing smile pulls the bruise on his face in a way that makes damian wince just the slightest bit. bruce puts his hands on his hips with an expectant air about him as he looks damian in the eye. “……no? i was just walking by…..why are you guys talking about (name) without me?”

“this isn’t about (name) specifically…it’s nothing that should concern you damian, you should go get ready for tonight.” bruce gestures his head towards the grandfather clock against the far wall before pawing through his unkempt hair subconsciously if the slight pause before he quickly drops his hand says anything.

damians’s nose wrinkles at the dismissive tone he uses, is he not worth even talking to about this? but everyone else is here?? Minor discomfort gives way to irritation as he looks up at his father. Is he keeping things from him?

“…i think it does, though... nearly all these incidents have revolved around me in some way, haven’t they?” he frowns up at Bruce and resists the urge to cross his arms, he's trying not to look like a petulant little boy stamping his foot at any perceived slight.

Tim though, snorts through his nose in irritation and throws a pointed look at Damian, leaning over to see around Bruce's back and for a moment, Damian imagine him tripping over his own two feet and falling flat on his face in front of everyone. But alas he remains standing.

“oh come off it, me and duke and cass could say the same dude. let the adults have a conversation about adult topics.” Tim's words are accompanied by a slight eye roll and another snort. Is he really doing this right here and now?

Damian’s mood plummets quickly as Steph coughs into her fist and Barbara sighs loudly, sensing where this is heading. What's his fucking problem? He's been getting on his nerves more and more lately and Damian is fed. Up.

With a snarl on his lips Damian snaps at Tim. “shut your face, you’ve been a judgemental dick ever since the hospital thing. you just love having an excuse to act like a paranoid -”

“damian, enough.” Bruce's stern command cuts him off before he can really let Tim know what he thinks, he gives Tim a pointed look over his shoulder but quickly grabs the back of Damian's shirt like he thinks he's going to make a run for the older boy. Damian's thinking about it but shush.

Alfred stands up from his place on the couch and shuffles over to the both of them, placing a hand on Damian's shoulder “young man, this isn’t the time nor the place to air our grievances. Please, don't start any fights with your family.”

This feels so unfair! They're literally doing just that but he can't get a word in edgewise? With an angry huff Damian shrugs the two older men's hands off and steps back, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over every person in the room before his eyes again settle on his father. Expression hardening when he sees Bruce sigh and look up at the ceiling as if anticipating something.

“you mean it’s not the place for me to air my grievances. but you two and tim and the fucking mailman get to say whatever you want about my incidents. right.”

“young man, language.” Alfred sighs out without much bite while at the same time Bruce frowns.

“damian chill out.” Dick shakes his head disapprovingly at the boy but quickly turns his attention towards Bruce. “…he does have a point though, B. the stuff with operator affects everyone.”

Bruce grimaces slightly as his oldest boy points out the obvious to him, he slides a hand through his graying hair again before he gestures for Damian to come closer. “I….i’m sorry damian, no one here was trying to make you feel like your opinion doesn’t count. it does. this is just a difficult topic that’s clearly bothering you a lot…”

Damian's not pleased with just some placating words though.

“then stop treating me like a little child, i’m probably more mature about this than drake. i shouldn’t be shoehorned into the closet just so you don’t have to think about my side of things. the way i see it you’re all treating (name) so oddly i’m starting to think you’re waiting for them to snap.”

He's mad, but more than that he's frustrated. With the situation, the others, himself. He's watched his parent struggle and withdraw from everyone, going from curious and polite to nearly hostile in their fear ever since they returned home. Why is he the only one really trying to actually reach out to them? Why is it so easy for the family to cut themselves off from (name)?

Jason clears his throat and mumbles under his breath with an amused gleam in his eye. “the kid’s got a point. ” Barbara rolls her eyes and just shushes Jason. “jay, don’t.”

Tim glances between Jason and Damian with furrowed brows and his scowl deepens as he huffs with a near scolding tone. “no he doesn’t, don’t encourage him jason. damian’s letting guilt dictate his view of the clearly weird situation here, just because you were with them at the gala doesn’t mean you have to ignore the massive red flags waving above their head now dude.”

Tim looks him directly in the eye as he speaks, it's like he thinks Damian's a damn moron for wanting to trust their parent. If Damian was trying to keep his cool before he's certainly not now, he's not so unself aware as to let something actually dangerous slip by just because he feels a little bad.

Bruce quickly steps in-between the boys line of vision before anything physical could potentially happen. “tim! that’s enough you two. this isn’t brawl hour.”

Bruce sighs loudly and steps forward to wrap an arm around Damian's shoulder comfortingly, hand rubbing up and down his back. Damian just feels more irritated when he sees how his father can be so…. This, for his young, but not his own spouse.

Stephanie decides now is the time to helpfully chime in. “just let them work it out, things have been tense for too long anyhow.”

She shrugs while winking at Damian, clearly half the people in this room want him to be their entertainment. Damian can do that.

“steph don’t encourage the brat…” Tim sighs out while turning his back to him and their father, moving to find a seat on one of the couches near Alfred. He drops down with a weary grunt like an old man with bad knees.

Damian's quick to snap back at him, shrugging away from Bruce to stand in the middle of the library and address his annoying older brother. “don’t call me a brat when you’ve been whining for months about this. tim let me ask you something, i’ll ask all of you actually. are you happy they woke up? if (name) never woke up from their coma would that be better.”

He knows it's a cruel question, he just wants someone to actually listen to him.

“damian, enough.” Bruce sounds genuinely upset as he tells him off, but Damian doesn't shrink back just yet.

Alfred quickly chimes in, trying to soothe the frazzled tempers with his gentle explanations. “of course them being awake is preferred….i think we expected the same person who fell into the coma to come back out…”

It sounds like an excuse to Damian, does that mean they can't rebuild something with (name)?

“well i prefer (name) alive, different or not. at least they still love us enough to bleed for us! isn’t that the standard you’ve all set in this family?”

a pregnant pause falls over the room after that, looks are exchanged between people like whispers. but Damian is focused on Bruce now, he's nearly pleading with him with a look to just…. He doesn't know what he wants here.

Maybe he's just tired of tiptoeing around his own home.

“…only if it’s when B says, apparently.” Jason mumbles under his breath with a roll of his eyes, dick throws him a look and a muttered response. “shut up dude.”

“i mean….you all would’ve gotten blown up if they hadn’t…” duke trails off when everyone looks at him, his lips thin as he looks around the room like the books are much more interesting suddenly.

Tim stands back up and crosses the room quickly to stand in front of the younger boy, he shoves his hands in his pockets as he tries to get a read on his expression.

“…do you really not care if they’re a stranger? a potential unknown who’s gathering information on all of us? i thought you of all people wouldn’t trust like that.”

Damian's eyes narrow, but Dick quickly cuts in before he can. “tim don’t go there, how about we all take a breather? we can talk about this later in the cave.”

He jumps up with forced optimism and gestures towards the grandfather clock with a tight smile on his face, Alfred smiles at Dick and starts shuffling towards the doorway with surprising spryness.

“yes that sounds necessary right about now, how about i fix a tea for everyone?”

“that’d be nice, damian will you help me find the tea set for alfred?” Bruce gestures with a nod of his head towards the doorway and gives him a pointed look.

Damian almost falters, but the words Tim used and the look on his face was like he was spitting at him. He stubbornly remains rooted in place and addresses Tim sharply.

“no. i want to hear what drake means by his comment. what about me of all people?”

He can practically hear the collective groans of frustration from around the room, but he doesn't break eye contact until Tim finally, after a moment speaks. “….you know what i mean.”

“just say it you pussy.”

Damian ignores the scolding Alfred gives him, he's not picking his words carefully here if Tim isn't.

“oooh he’s swearing mad now.” Jason Snickers into his hand while throwing an amused look at Duke who returns it.

“my moneys on dami kicking the shit out of him.” Steph whispers to Babs and Cass loud enough to be heard. “i don’t think bruce or dick will let them fight. but i agree damian has the anger advantage.” Cass murmurs back.

“…i mean the fact that the child assassin is okay with letting someone do whatever they want is shocking to me, maybe it reminds you of home huh?”

You could hear a pin drop after Tim uttered those words, the discomfort on everyone's faces is somehow just as infuriating as the words themselves. It's like people think Damian's gonna blow up at the slightest reminder of his past.

“okay that’s it, time out everyone. tim, apologize to your brother, we don’t hold things like that against people. damian, i know you’ve got a lot in this, but let’s not make things more tense in the home. this isn’t an us vs them situation. we’re stressed, (name’s) stressed, we’re all gonna have to deal with things in a healthier manner from now on. all of us.”

Bruce finally has enough of the situation and wraps an arm around Damian's shoulder and starts pulling him towards the grandfather clock, he throws a warning glance at Tim as he passes. But otherwise leaves it to Alfred to scold the young man so he can calm Damian down. Alone.

in all the commotion and arguments in the room, no one noticed the quiet steps moving away from the living room after all was said and done.

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A/n: apologies y'all! As I've said in a few posts I'm very busy, and I wound up taking a small break from anything creative since I felt like I was getting to the point of burn out. ((Blame the oblivion remaster for how long it was lol)) I realized it's been a while since I did someone else's POV so we got Damian being an angsty lil boy and some peeks into everyone's mindset rn 😔

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[scarletwitchproperty]

Can't remember what I used to fight for - Chapter 9

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Mentally stable Maximoffs who? (also, the morning after...yes morning, as in they started doing the nasty right before noon and finished late at night '-' )

Warnings: a little bit of angst? (yeah no, I'm shit at writing angst but I felt like creating a tiny conflict with Billy and his mother...miscommunication much?)

Wanda had never in her life felt so alive yet tired at the same time. Her legs felt like jelly despite the many hours she managed to sleep (good gods they went at it for hours she doesn’t think they even had an ounce of food in them, just water and, well…), but Wanda would never regret it. She knows she fell asleep first tho, because the last thing she remembered is looking at the glorious sight of Rio riding Agatha right next to her as her eyes closed. 

Now, however, both witches are fast asleep with their arms all over her, their legs equally as tangled with hers, and Wanda has no desire to disturb their rest. Rio has her head resting on her chest with her hand innocently laying on her breast (who was she kidding, nothing was innocent about Rio), and Agatha is using her left arm as a pillow while both of hers are wrapped around Wanda’s waist. All in all, Wanda could die right here and she would be happy. 

The door to the bedroom creaks open and Wanda watches with dread as none other than Nicky pushes his way inside the bedroom. She freezes, suddenly realizing the state she’s  in and not knowing how to explain it to a six year old child, much less the son of the women who fucked her stupid the previous noon, afternoon and night…

Nicky’s bright blue eyes fly all over the room, his nose scrunching when he sees the clothes scattered everywhere, before he finally notices a slightly panicked Wanda in bed. With his mothers. 

“Wanda? What are you doing with mama and mommy?” 

“Ah, you see…we had a sleepover little man, nothing to worry about.” 

“Then why are you naked?” 

“Oh god,” Wanda doesn’t know how to respond to that. She doesn’t feel ashamed about what happened the previous day, but she also doesn’t want to assume and say things to Nicky that Rio and Agatha aren’t okay with. “Because…I-“ 

“Are you my new mommy now?” 

“What in the world,” Wanda sits up in bed, squirming in place when she feels Rio and Agatha tightening their hold on her in their sleep and trying to force her back down in bed. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because only my mama and mommy are allowed in this bed,” and really Wanda should’ve seen this coming. A very familiar smirk appears on the little boy’s face and suddenly Wanda’s heart drops inside her chest. “I’m gonna tell everyone!” 

“Wait, no! NICKY!” 

The six year old runs out of the room laughing like a little maniac before Wanda can even react. The red head then bolts out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her body and dragging it along with her, trying to catch up with Nicky. 

Wanda barely steps into the living room behind Nicky when his voice resonates so loud throughout the entire house she’s sure even the neighbours heard it. Heck, the entire town of Westview might’ve heard it. 

“WANDA IS MY NEW MOMMY!” 

That gets several reactions from Agatha’s entire coven (because yes, the noisy witches and Billy just had to stay the night). Jen is looking at Wanda with a knowing gaze, eyes appraising her appearance, Lilia and Alice start to clap their hands and wolf whistle for her and Billy looks like he’s going to vomit at any moment. 

“…you see Billy, I thought I was joking about the new sibling part but it might not be a joke anymore.” 

“For the last freaking time Jen shut your trap!” 

“Whooooo! Good job girl!” Alice gets up and hugs Wanda, patting her cheek when she sees her blush. “One pretty witch for two pretty bitches!” 

“…and one of those pretty bitches will cut that hand off if you keep touching what’s hers.” 

In walks Rio dressed in nothing but an oversized sleeping shirt and underwear, followed by Agatha dressed in much the same manner. Wanda turns around and blushes at the looks they throw at her, their eyes raking up and down her body and suddenly the red head remembers she’s only dressed in a blanket. 

That movement alone makes Wanda lock eyes with her son, and really the sight of him being physically repulsed by her actions shouldn’t affect her that much but it does. She takes a step towards Billy, freezing a moment later when her son puts his hand up to stop her. 

“I can’t…please mom, not right now.” 

And the boy up and vanishes in a cloud of blue smoke, stunning everyone into silence. Everyone except Wanda who falls down to the floor sobbing like her entire world just ended. 

Someone dares to lay a hand on her shoulder at that moment, and the red witch is ready to blast them out of existence at the simple wave of her hand, even has her left one sparkling with chaos magic up in the air, but the moment she turns towards the person brave or stupid enough to approach her and she sees Rio’s sad face looking back at her, Wanda breaks down once again and she doesn’t hesitate to throw herself at the other witch. 

‘’…you know maybe poking fun at the kid the whole night might’ve been our worst idea ever,’’ Jen says quietly, taking several steps back when suddenly three angry pairs of eyes are thrown at her. ‘’What? We all thought it was fun!’’ Lilia throws a pillow in her face and she’s quick to backtrack. ‘’Okay it was all me, but he didn’t react like this last night!’’ 

‘’Well maybe because he didn’t have to look at his freshly fucked mother last night!’’ Lilia yells out, wincing when Wanda cries just a bit harder in Rio’s arms. ‘’I’m sorry Wanda honey, but the kid just wants his mother.’’ At Rio’s and Agatha’s twin frowns, the divination witch is quick to continue her train of thoughts. ‘’Not that he doesn’t like you both, but it’s hard enough that he hasn’t been able to find his twin, and now his mother that he only just got back is taken away from him…’’ 

‘’But…I’m his mother, I love him! I will always be here for him, he knows that, right?’’ Wanda is desperate at this point, looking around at everyone gathered. Dreads fills her when she sees the look on the coven’s faces. ‘’…Does he know that I was ready to tear down the multiverse to have him and his brother back? Did no one bother to tell him?’’ 

‘’Wanda, girl that’s kinda crazy-‘’ 

‘’Hey, nobody’s perfect!’’ Agatha is quick to interfere, seeing the telltale sign of anger in Wanda. Her brows are furrowed and her eyes have this faint red glow to them, a clear sign that her chaos magic is begging to be let out, waiting just under the surface. The purple witch grabs Wanda by the cheeks, making sure that she’s looking right back at her. ‘’Sweet girl, take some big deep breaths for me yeah? Let me handle this, I’ll talk to the kid.’’ 

‘’Why?’’ 

‘’Because right now he’s as emotionally stable as you are straight,’’ Agatha starts to say with a grin on her face, breathing a little bit easier when a tiny smile creeps at the corner of Wanda’s lips. ‘’The kid might say something he doesn’t mean, some hurtful things. He will eventually regret them, but to save us from having two emotionally unavailable Maximoffs on our hands let me receive all his wrath, yeah?’’ 

‘’But why would you do that for me?’’ 

‘’Because, little witch,’’ Agatha is suddenly all up in Wanda’s pace, ignoring the wide eyed gaze of her remaining coven. She places a light kiss upon Wanda’s cheek, breathing her in. ‘’I happen to care about you, and I don’t want to see you hurt. And a coven of witches take care of their own, that’s like a universal rule.’’ 

‘’I thought the Scarlet Witch doesn’t need a coven?’’ 

‘’Well now she does, so deal with it,’’ Agatha gives Wanda a sneaky peck on the lips, glowing at the awed look the younger witch gives her. ‘’Just try bot to burn the house down in my absence, yeah?’’ 

‘’Agatha, you will literally still be in the house,’’ Rio huffs out a laugh, sensing just like her wife that Billy didn’t actually disappear that far away as he is in fact in the basement, sitting right where the door to the Witches’ Road was created. ‘’The kid is right under our feet, don’t be dramatic.’’ 

‘’I am the original drama queen, didn’t you know my Love?’’ 

Billy is laying down on the concrete floor with his eyes looking up at the ceiling when Agatha arrives in her basement. The teenager doesn’t seem to be aware of her presence until she’s standing right above him. Billy frowns and rolls over when he sees her, refusing to even look at Agatha. 

‘’I don’t want to see you Agatha, go away!’’ 

‘’Too bad for you Billy, I promised a special someone that I would talk to you,’’ Agatha reveals, a tiny smile creeping up on her when she notices Billy shooting her a brief interested look. ‘’Your mother wanted to come down herself, but I talker her out of it.’’ 

‘’Don’t you even start on my m-‘’ 

‘’She thinks you hate her, by the way,’’ Agatha says, pointedly looking at Billy when he turns around with panic written all over his face. ‘’Do not act all shocked on me now, Teen.’’ Billy frowns at the nickname, opening his mouth to say something but Agatha starts to talk again before he does. ‘’How do you think she felt when you up and left after what you told her? After how you looked at her?’’ 

‘’That’s not true, I don’t…I don’t hate her,’’ Billy says as he starts to play with the sleeve of his hoodie. He thinks about his mother crying because of him and he starts to hate himself for it. ‘’I don’t want her to think that, it’s just…she’s barely been back a day, two at most, and she’s already getting involved with you two, which not cool by the way I told you she was off limits!’’ 

‘’Hey, Wanda’s a grown adult, she can do what she wants!’’ 

‘’I KNOW! But she’s my mother!’’ Billy is getting frustrated, trying to get his point across without looking like he’s desperate to get his mother’s love. Which, to be fair, he kind of is. ‘’She was my mother before she became whatever she is to you know, why can’t she pay attention to me?! Doesn’t she love me?!’’ 

‘’Don’t be stupid, of course she loves you!’’ Agatha scoffs at Billy’s words, but then she remembers that basically no one bothered to tell him about what Wanda did up until now, and her expression softens. ‘’She almost destroyed the multiverse trying to find you and your brother! She also very nearly killed herself when she thought she couldn’t have you back!’’ 

‘’…she did?’’ 

‘’Of course she did, she’s a Maximoff. You lot don’t know how to show your love on a small scale,’’ Agatha says with a roll of her eyes. ‘’You two might succeed in finding Tommy if you work together. Your mother is a powerful witch, you know?’’ 

‘’But what if she’s too busy being your…plaything of whatever she is?’’ 

‘’Hey now you take that back! Your mother isn’t a thing, she’s a very intelligent and capable woman who so happens to be attracted to me and my wife,’’ Agatha wants to strangle Billy for daring to imply that Wanda is just another disposable thing in her life, that’s she’s merely something to throw away in the trash after she served her purpose. Wanda is so much more already, but Agatha isn’t about to tell Billy what she really thinks about his mother and all the things she wants to do to her. That would get her a one way ticket back on the Witches Road for sure. ‘’If you would tell her you want to spend time with her instead of standing there looking at her with your wide eyes she wouldn’t be able to say no to you, trust me.’’ 

‘’Are you sure she would listen to me?’’ 

‘’Oh my god I’m surrounded by idiots!’’ Agatha disappears only to reappear a second later with none other than Wanda herself, this time fully dressed in what Agatha suspects if one of her favorite pair of jeans and a red sweater. She pushes the red head towards her son with a little bit too much strength and she watches as both mother and son tumble to the floor. ‘’Wanda, for the love of all that is holy tell your emo son that you love him more than life itself because he doesn’t trust me when I told him that you do!’’ 

The purple witch runs back upstairs, leaving behind her two wide eyed Maximoffs staring at each other not knowing what to do. 

Wanda makes the first move, at first tentatively reaching out for Billy with her right hand, and when the teen doesn’t flinch away from her the Scarlet Witch full on pulls her son into a bone crushing hug. 

‘’Billy I’m so sorry that I made you feel as if I don’t care about you, because I do,’’ Wanda whispered against her son’s head, slowly breathing in and out as Billy hangs on to her tighter and tighter. ‘’I don’t know if you even remember that, but I once told you and your brother that a family is forever, and we could never truly leave each other-‘’ 

‘’-even if we tried. Oh my god mama I remember!’’ Billy is shaking like a leaf as his mind takes him back to their final moment in the Hex, at the soft look on his mother’s face and the underlying heartbreak that she tried so hard to hide from them for what she was about to do. ‘’I love you mama, I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t.’’ 

‘’It’s okay Billy, I understand that you were a little jealous that my attention wasn’t solely on you-‘’ 

‘’I wasn’t jealous mama!’’ 

‘’Yes you were!’’ 

‘’…okay, yes I was but no need to remind me!’’ Billy whines as he tries to burry himself further inside his mother’s arm, content for the first time in a long while. ‘’I just want you all to myself, is that wrong?’’ 

‘’It’s not, but maybe try not to act like me being with Agatha and Rio makes you want to hurl yourself out the window next time?’’ 

‘’…mama I saw you almost naked with hickeys all over your neck and chest. Who wants to see their mother like that?’’ 

‘’Fair enough, I’ll try not to traumatize you more than you already are.’’ 

‘’Thank you.’’ 

‘’…do try to knock on their bedroom door in the future tho, I cannot promise that they will behave.’’ 

‘’MAMA!’’ 

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on yet another wonderful wipsday~!

if there's one thing about me, it's that i like to explore the brother dynamic between the seed boys and katc is no exception <3

Edited to fix the a factual error. A massive thank you to @the-silver-chronicles for catching that jacob fought in iraq and not afghanistan (as i had mistakenly written 💀)

“So, the Cleansing,” Jacob says, pointedly changing the subject. “How’d that go?”

[Joseph] sighs heavily and crosses his arms, leaning his hip against Jacob’s desk. “John nearly drowned the Deputy and she nearly scratched his eyes out.” 

Jacob snorts. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

A fond, yet knowing smile graces Joseph’s lips. He nods, but it quickly grows melancholy. “I worry about him,” he confides. 

“He’s your little brother, Joe, it comes with the territory,” Jacob shrugs. 

“Maybe,” he hums, and he lapses into a brief, but thoughtful silence. Then, his brow creases and a realization flashes in his eyes. He looks to Jacob, cocking his head to the side. “You worry about me,” he smiles. 

Jacob leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. With raised brows, he regards his brother with detached incredulity. “Every damn day since you were born,” he grunts. It didn’t matter how much they bickered or how badly Jacob had wanted to stick Joe in a cardboard box and sell him for the price of an ice cream. At the end of the day, it was Jacob comforting baby Joseph when he couldn’t stop crying of colic. It was Jacob who stepped up to take the blame whenever the Old Man got pissed off. It was Jacob who set the barn ablaze just to get them away from that damn foster family. 

There hasn’t been a single day where the health and safety of his brothers hasn’t crossed Jacob’s mind. Especially after they were separated. Juvie, Iraq, wandering the streets of Rome with just a duffel bag and the clothes on his back, it was the dream of finding his brothers again that kept him putting one foot in front of the other, even when it would’ve been easier to fall back into his grave. 

Of course he worries about Joseph. And John. 

Hell, he even worries about Faith. 

They’re all he has left. He’ll do anything to keep them safe. 

But that isn't what this conversation is about. 

He scrubs his hand over his face and sighs. “Look,” he starts, “John didn’t really know you before you found him in Atlanta. He didn’t have the chance to outgrow the big brother worship, so you’re getting it now. He wants to impress you. Make you proud.”

“I am proud of him,” Joseph counters. “He’s come a long way from John Duncan.” He spits John’s former surname like it physically hurts him to say it. Whether it’s disdain for the hedonistic habits their brother used to entertain or contempt for the people who turned him into such a beast, Jacob can’t be sure. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Not that it should matter anymore. John is a Seed. He’s their brother. 

“Have you told him that?” Jacob asks. 

Joseph opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates. “No,” he says eventually. “No, I suppose I haven’t” 

“Might be a good place to start.” 

Joseph nods, but the slight downward tug of his lips belies the gesture. “I just…I worry about his behavior. It’s been getting more erratic. Did you know he killed one of our flock last night? After we lost the Deputy?” 

Jacob lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. He hadn’t been aware of that particular homicide, but does remember the first time John had called him panicking because he’d wrapped his hands around Lana's throat and didn’t stop squeezing until it was far too late. He’d helped him dispose of the body and kept things quiet. As far as anyone is concerned the former Faith's death had been purely accidental -- just an unfortunate misstep that sent her plummeting down Horn Serpent Cave.  

But Joseph is right. John’s behavior is impulsive at best and dangerously erratic at worst. Jacob desperately wishes he knew how to fix it, but short of a fucking time machine, he’s not sure there’s much he can do. For better or worse they’re the culmination of others’ failures, and they’ve all had to grapple with that in their own ways. Joseph found his Faith. Jacob found Purpose. And John, much like the toddler Jacob remembers leaving behind, will do anything for attention and affection. Even if that means hurting and killing anyone he thinks stands in the way of him achieving those things.

“Ever think he might feel threatened by your flock?” Jacob asks. 

The look of utter shock that crosses Joseph’s face gives Jacob his answer. “What?” 

“You and I had more time to get to know each other,” he says simply. “John didn’t. He’s more like the rest of your followers than I am. He knows The Father more than he knows Joseph. He wants your attention and knows that zeal and devotion are ways to get it.”

“I suppose I’m not very good at this whole big brother thing,” Joseph sighs. 

“Nah, you’re just out of practice.”

Joseph lifts his thumb to his mouth and chews at the corner of his nail -- a childhood habit that’s persisted despite the lemon juice and clear nail polish their mother had used to dissuade him from it. “What do you suggest I do?” he asks after a long moment. 

“Christ, Joe,” Jacob breathes, and he mutters a quiet sorry when his brother shoots him a harsh look for his language. “Just…” He sighs. “Just listen to him, okay? And don’t patronize him. Despite our memories of him, he isn’t two anymore. He’s a grown man. Treat him like one. You trusted him with the Valley for a reason. Let him prove to you that he can handle it and try not to get in his way. The training wheels are long overdue to come off.” 

A gentle smile creeps across Joseph’s face. “I should be so lucky that God has blessed me with such a wise older brother.” 

Jacob’s eyes are rolling before he can stop himself. “None of that leaves this room,” he says gruffly. “Now, speaking of younger brothers, did you want to see the Deputy’s or not?”

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[cuddlecave]

New anon back again, with an AU idea this time…hopefully this’ll still be fun!

Hear me out—a fantasy/medieval au. Reluctant knight Gordn in his HEV suit orange armor has been kind of voluntold to defend the town in which he lives and works from various minor threats, with the occasional assistance of a super-strong warrior, a fire mage, and a man with a surprisingly powerful dog. (And the village potions master, perhaps)

When a massive deep blue dragon comes to nest in a mountain near the town, of course it’s Gordn who’s told to go take care of it before it “inevitably” comes to burn down the place and/or rob it of all its riches. So Gordn, feeling extremely wary, goes up to the top of the mountain…and is promptly startled by a vaguely annoyed dragon who would very much like to be Left Alone, Please And Thank You.

A fight ensues, and while Gordn is doing some damage to this dragon (it’s Benb. We all know this), he’s very visibly attacking despite being afraid, and also talking a lot at Ben, which nobody else has done before. So, Benb figures that Gordn might actually be willing to listen to him—which most humans aren’t—and decides that he has a great way to keep this human from hurting him anymore while he tries to think of how to explain that he doesn’t actually want to menace the nearby town.

He grabs Gordn in his mouth, tears the sword from his hand with a claw, and then gulps the small human right down. Not into his stomach, of course, but into a special pouch that dragons have for holding prey and keeping it alive for digesting later. (Benb’s not planning to eat Gordn at all, but he doesn’t know that…)

Gordn, as is to be expected, immediately panics and apologizes and starts begging to be let out. Benb, who’s feeling a little bit annoyed by the slashes to his wings (do you know how long those take to heal, man?), decides not to talk right away and just goes about settling down to patch himself up.

Unfortunately, by the the time he realizes that maybe Gordn’s *really* panicking, it’s too late, and now he’s got a human who’s just passed out from hyperventilating.

Congratulations, Benny boy, you’ve got some explaining to do when he wakes up!

(Also, Benb absolutely still talks like a gamer bro. This is a constant in every universe.)

P.S.: I just stumbled upon the “BM fleshpit” idea today and oh my goodness that’s SUCH a cool concept aaaaaa-

ooooooh i like me that idea. i'm picturing dragon benbl looking like a more classic-style dragon version of the big squid dragon version i designed for the leviathan au. and i'm also picturing gordn's armor as having, like bronze-orange designs on the mainly silver armor. maybe there's a couple sneaky lil lamda symbols in the designs too, hee hee.

also maybe tommy is like, a druid. his Powerful Dog is his main familiar or something.

also also YES i love the BM fleshpit <3 in the hlvoreai server, it's been expanded some with there being a point in time in which benbl rises up out of the ground (he's no where NEAR the size of the actual mystery flesh pit, just about as big as BM itself) leaving behind a big crater where there once was a dubiously ethical research facility. and then he eventually ends up becoming a wandering tourist attraction once it becomes clear to everyone that this big monster-thing is completely non-hostile/threatening. they call him the "Great North American Titan", or GNAT for short (which i'm amused by since 'gnat' usually refers to something VERY tiny, heh heh)

also the sci-team all live inside him at this point more or less. he's a mobile apartment complex! and the skeletons are weird lil symbiots called "calcimites" that look like a human skeleton at first glance but when you get a better look at them you clearly see "oh that is a fucked up human-shaped bug-thing"

also figured that fleshpit benbl has some ability to like, morph some of his flesh around a calcimite and then brainjack it to use as an extra mini-body. he make it convincingly human enough to walk around human towns and stuff with the team when they go on supply runs/want to get out for some sunshine and grass-touching

(this also makes it easier to kiss his comparitively tiny boyfriend :)c )

[chuusei-matsu]

"Good Boy~" Jyushimatsu x reader oneshot

Warniiiiiing: this one shot contains NSFW content! Please do not read any further if you're under age! Contents of this fic include:

- Mild pet play themes

- Praise kink

- Fem-Dom reader

- Obviously Jyushimatsu Matsuno

- Mild sadness

- some heavy fluff as well

- a Lil ooc jyushimatsu (mostly him being a little bit sad/sensitive)

This is your final warning to click off!

(context before I start, this is heavily based off this dream I've been having for weeks and also how I feel like he'd react to romance after Homura left, so enjoy my weird brain)

It had been 3 days since you had last seen Jyushimatsu, you two have been hooking up in secret for over a year now and it's been great, but you do want something of a little more substance with him. You realized this over the 3 days you weren't with him, sure your meetings with him usually devolved into excitable mind-bending sex, but there was just the certain aspect of having him keep you company through mundane tasks that you'd missed.

Either way, you can't focus on that right now because one of your friends set you up on a date and has threatened to cut all contact with you if you bail again. As you're getting ready for your date in one of your more disheveled states, you hear a knock on the door. Reluctantly you answer it, ignoring any embarrassment you might feel from someone seeing you in hair curlers and a face mask. There he stood, Jyushimatsu Matsuno, looking like he was just about to break down in tears before he saw you, without thinking, you ushered him in, now fully focused on trying to ease whatever pain he was in.

"Jyushimatsu.... What's wrong? Where have you been? Are you hurt?" you frantically check over the man, obviously not wanting him hurt, even if you were a little upset at him for randomly disappearing for with no contact. In a shaky voice, he spoke up "I really tried Y/N, I tried not to bother you so much, I didn't want to keep coming over" he whimpered out. This both confused and concerned you, why didn't he want to come over anymore? Did you hurt him? Before you could worry more, he spoke up again.

"You deserve someone who can give you everything you're worth, I can't do that!" he panicked admitting this, instinctively you pulled his chin up to meet his stupidly cute sniveling face and sigh. "Jyushi, what's gotten into you? Why are you suddenly so worried about what I deserve? You shouldn't worry about things like that, especially not to the point where it's stresses you out so much" you do your best to comfort him, realizing he might have been feeling really insecure. "I don't know what's going on in that brain of yours, but all those bad thoughts swimming around in there need to leave... I want you to know, if I didn't like what we have going on.... Whatever that may be, I wouldn't keep is going for as long as I have" you quell his concerns, rubbing the back of his head gently, practically making him putty in your hands.

"I'm sorry" he mumbles out, now leaning gently into your touch "i just was scared because... I wanted to ask you something, and then got in my head about everything between us.... I've never done that before" he admitted, now just wanting to be touched by you in any way. "Jyushi, you can ask me anything, I already told you that, remember when you asked me to try topping you.... Whether it's something serious or something silly, or something involving sex, I'm always gonna answer you"

After gathering himself, and shutting his eyes to avoid possible rejection, he suddenly blurts out "Do you think we could be more than just friends who have sex!", what he didn't expect to hear was a barrage of giggles leave your mouth. Not the type of laughing that's comes out when you're insulting someone, nor the type that comes out when you're amused, it was more of that shocked/stunned laughter that came out when you're taken aback. This whole time you were worried you harbored unrequited feelings for him, when he was in the same spectrum as you, he looked at you kind of shocked until he was comforted by the familiar warmth of your lips crashing into his for a good minute before pulling away.

His beautiful dumb grin returned, taking that kiss as a yes, without thinking, he scoops you up in his arms "I HIT A HOMERUN!!!" he cries as he attempts to carry you to your room, you stop him suddenly "Wait Jyushi! Uh I do have to tell you.... Not tonight, my friend set me up on a date, and they gave me this dumb ultimatum"

"that's dumb, you shouldn't be their friend if they do something dumb like that.... What's an ultimatum?" he asked with a goofy grin after stating that it was dumb despite not understanding. You giggle slightly and consider explaining it to him, but deciding it not important in the end. Quickly you check the time and realize you're already late so being a no show at this point would be expected. You shrug this off and glance at Jyushimatsu "well... I'm not going to just go through all of this shit and not try to look good for someone, alright, let's go" you gently pat his shoulder as the go-ahead and he hauls you both off to your room.

You make him wait there as you get yourself ready, deciding tonight that you'd be in charge of taking of your your good boy~

After reluctantly getting yourself dolled up, you step out of the bathroom and pose in front of him, letting him see all your curves and goodies in new lingerie you bought just for him. You could practically hear the boing! sound effect as you see the tent in his pants slowly rise to attention for you, "Awe~ My puppy is getting all worked up just from seeing me, he hasn't even touched me yet~, Those 3 days without me must've been torture I bet~". Seeing the perfect seat available for you, you sit right on his lap, grinding down to make sure he knew his place, you also held his hand in place as a mild punishment, if he thought he was going to just leave and not talk to you for 3 days, he was going to have to wait to touch you.

In response to your torture, all he could give out was a weak yet teasing "woof~" letting you know that he would play your games, but he wasn't going to always be obedient. You hold his hands still as you gently grind into his lap "you know, it wasn't fair of you to just leave me, good boys don't let their masters grow lonely, I think that means you need a little.... Correction~" you hissed out with a smirk as you got off his lap. Before continuing on with the torture, you get his hoodie off and tie up his hands, making sure he couldn't wiggle his way out of anything before laying him down on the bed. "remember, if I get too intense or smother you, kick your legs and I'll know to get off" you remind him, before happily taking a seat on his face.

Within seconds you became a babbling, moaning mess as Jyushimatsu hungrily attacked your snatch like it was his last meal. The perks of him having a big mouth benefitted you fell because you reaped the rewards after teaching him how to properly to down on someone. You swore you could feel him spelling his name with his tongue while you grinded on his face, under you, you could hear him moaning and panting and making all the disgustingly arousing noises that came with him greedily kissing and sucking at your cunt.

Normally you could last an hour just teasing him like this, but you spent 3 days without anyone touching you, not even yourself! Within five minutes, you were panting and squealing against his face before stiffening, almost locking your legs around him but remembering that he needed to breathe, you try your hardest not to absolutely choke him as your ride out your orgasm on his face. You weakly giggle as you flop over on your side, slightly spent but not done yet, you both take a minute to catch your breath before getting back up and untying his hands, after discarding whatever clothes you've had left, his hands and face dive straight towards your breasts, smothering himself in between them without asking you.

You squeak softly and gently yank his head away from your tits as he let out a soft whine "Puppy~ Did I say you could play with my chest yet~?" you ask, holding his head inches away for your boobs, he whined and cried from being removed from the warmth of your cleavage "nooooooo, but please~ pleeeeeeeeease~" he started begging, panting and whining like a dog in heat having a treat dangled right in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you settle yourself on his lap and slowly lower your wetness onto his cock. Letting go of his hair, he smothers himself into your tits to cover up his moans as he practically screamed in pleasure from the feeling. It seemed like no matter how many times you guys have had sex, it felt just as amazing at the first time. Immediately you started to sing his praises, he was a good boy, your good boy and you had to let him know. "f-fuck~ Jyushi, you're such a good boy~, my good boy~ I love you so much~" you hadn't realized what you said until it was too late.

Hearing you say you loved him set something off on him, it was like all this pent up frustration and nervousness and love and sex exploded in him and he had to take it out on you somehow. Within a second you were now under him, being hammered into and you loved it, praising him for absolutely taking care of you like a bitch in heat. "f-fuck~! Keeeeeep going~ you're such a good boy~!!!" you kept squealing out phrases like this, crying for him to please keep going as if he would even want to stop, he didn't.

The sounds he made were a symphony of grunts and moans that blocked out any words his brain tried to form. Needless to say, it didn't take long before you had to slow him down. Because you were getting close, you slowed him down slightly, bringing you both to the rising peak of your orgasms, before slumping forward into his arms as he slowly slipped out. Thank whatever God or gods you believed in for birth control because this man did not pull out.

Laying there in the afterglow of your orgasm, you glance at his sleepy face that had his signature goofy grin plastered on it. "are you feeling better puppy~?" you ask as you gently spoke his head while cuddling him. He let out a happy whine softly as he snuggled into your neck "yeah.... Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" he asked, sleep lacing his words as his gaze met yours. You sigh, equally tired as him "yes... I did mean it, now do we wanna do bath first or nap first? I'm kind of gross right now from what we did but I'm also really tired so you can decide" you speak though yawns only to exhale hard when he picks you up cheerfully. "Bath time! Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle!" he cheered out.

The rest of the night was just self care, cuddles, and then you calling your "friend" to say that they weren't allowed to control your life and decide how you spend it or who you spend it with. Your good boy vehemently defended you and of course pampered you through the night.

Now.... How will his brothers react to him bringing you around?

[chronicbeans]

Man I was wondering how your wally would react if the reader was called out on a date or got a kiss on the mouth in front of him...

I just wanted to know how wally would be jealous ( maybe deep down he also wants to kiss the reader and take it to a meeting )

OH BOY! This is going to be fun! I'll write two small little sets for this. One for a reader who is in the Welcome Home world (like a puppet reader) and one for a puppeteer reader (I'll just call him Puppet Wally for this).

Welcome Home Wally: Clinginess Intensifies

🍎 He is so confused when he sees someone kissing you. Mainly because he doesn't even know what happened. He knows what a blow kiss is, but that wasn't a blow kiss... that was something different entirely!

🍎 He also has the new experience of his chest hurting and an odd, churning feeling in his stomach. It isn't pleasant... He also kinda wants to cry for some reason. He doesn't like this one bit.

🍎 He'll go over to Poppy's Barn to ask her for help! Frank is smart, yes... but he isn't very good with the odd feelings Wally sometimes gets. Poppy is, though! So, when she explains that the feeling is jealousy, Wally is intrigued! He does feel a little bad, because you didn't seem to mind whatever happened... So, why should he? If you are happy with them, why should he feel jealous?

🍎 He also finds himself holding a grudge against whoever he saw with you. Doesn't matter who, even if it is one of his own friends. He feels bad for glaring and staring at them... it always scares them away... but he can't help it! He just feels so upset! As Poppy said, jealousy makes you do crazy things!

🍎 Maybe he can get one of... whatever happened with you and the other person, too? Specifically with you, of course. He really likes that idea! It would give him a chance to be close to you, both emotionally and physically. Kinda like a hug, but different! What, Frank? It's called a kiss? Well, Wally wants a kiss! He won't force you to, but he still wants one!

Puppet Wally: ... Curious. Panicked, but curious.

🍎 What just happened? Why did that one creature just do that to his Puppeteer? Wait, it wants to take you where? To a movie? ... WAIT ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE HIM-

🍎 He doesn't like whatever is happening. He doesn't know what that other creature just did, but he doesn't like it! They got close to you! Only he should be that close. A puppet and puppeteer should have the closest bond and proximity out of everyone and everything, in his eyes. Not only that, but that creature caused you to make plans to leave him! Not fair!

🍎 He can and WILL find a way to make you change your plans. He doesn't like hurting people, but if he has to, he will. Also, to be fair, he probably doesn't even realize he is doing it half the time.

🍎 Oh, what's that? Henry got sick on the day that you were meant to go out with that creature? You found paint in his bowl of cereal you made him? Oh, don't blame Wally! Wally didn't know any better. Wally doesn't understand that some things are toxic to non-puppets. Well... Maybe he did a little. He just didn't expect Henry to get THAT sick. You need to take him to the hospital, now? Take Wally with you! Children love to cuddle plush things for comfort, right? Also, don't make anymore plans without him! If you do, Henry might get sick, again. For reasons completely unrelated to Wally.

🍎 Whatever it is that monster that made you make plans with it did, can you do it with Wally? Pretty please? It is just so he can learn what it is that happened, he swears! If you do it, he won't put anymore paint in anyone's food.

[lovebaela]

Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 6 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 6: Journey to the Wall ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

As we were all relaxing under our tent, Meera came back from exploring.

“Hodor!” Hodor cheered. “Hodor!”

“Guys,” Meera said. “I found a river! We can all bathe in it!”

“Good eye, Meera!” I tell her.

“We can’t take too long though,” Jojen said. “We will separate ourselves, the guys on one side of the river, and the girls the other side.”

We all agreed and followed Meera to the river.

Once we got to our sides, we began removing our clothes and walk in. At first, the water was cold. I never really had a girl-to-girl talk with Meera before. We started to chat, getting to know each other more. We told our stories and about where we came from.

I was curious about her brother so I asked, “Jojen, he seems extremely wise and sometimes very serious. Why is that?”

“It’s because of his greendreams. Well, that’s what I think. His dreams are what led us to Winterfell. It’s a huge responsibility to carry.”

“So,” she whispered. “Do you like my brother?”

I instantly blushed, “I…I’m not sure.”

“I’m just teasing, but he seems to like you too.”

“Really?”

“I know it, the way he looks and speaks to you.”

I blushed even harder, “I don’t know how to feel about him…I think Bran might like you.”

“Seriously?”

“I think so?”

She laughed, “well he’s too young for me..besides I don’t think it’s me that he likes.”

“You really think so?”

“Mhm,” she replied. “You’re a boy magnet.”

“I…I think I’m going to just swim for a bit.”

I almost forgot my love for water, and how it felt swimming in it. I go deeper and deeper into the turquoise water. It’s been so long since I’ve actually swam in water. I felt like I was flying! To my fascination, I see a school of fish swim by. I giggle as they playfully circle me and swim through my hair. To my surprise, I see Bran as I continued to swim. We were both a little embarrassed at first, but we quickly pushed our nakedness aside and swam around more.

If it were Jojen and Meera that saw us, we would have reacted differently. But Bran and I knew each other well. We had a deep trust in each other.

Bran’s POV

I followed Tsireya’s lead holding her hand, swimming beside her. It was weird for me to see her naked and her seeing me, but for some reason I just didn’t care anymore.

Wow, her hair looks really pretty when it’s in the water, I thought to myself. I continued to stare at her hair, not realizing that I needed to get more air. I let go of her hand, to her confusion. I point up letting her know I needed air. Panicking, I swim as fast as I could to the top. I gasp once I make it, startling Jojen and Meera.

“Hodor?” The giant man said in concern.

“Are you okay?” Jojen asked me.

“Yeah,” I answer, breathing hard. “I’m okay.”

“Where’s Tsireya?” Meera yelled out to me.

“She’s in the water!”

“We need to keep going,” Jojen said. “She needs to get out from down there.”

I nod, obviously not wanting to leave. I take a deep breath and let myself float on top of the water, facing down. I scan the water to see where Tsireya is. I finally spot her, she’s with river otters! She giggles as two of them swim around her. A baby otter starts doing underwater backflips. Tsireya copies the baby and does a flip too. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling at her like a fool.

She looks up at me and signals me to come down to her. I shake my head and point up, signaling that we had to leave. She nods and starts to swim back up.

I catch up with Jojen and we sit as we wait for our clothes to dry a little longer.

“We can’t have any distractions or set backs,” he reminds me. “We have to keep moving.”

“I know, I know.” I replied. Sometimes Jojen can be so annoying. “We were just having some fun.”

I watch as Tsireya gracefully walked out of the water, using her hands to comb through her wavy, wet hair.

“I know it is fun,” Jojen said. “To swim around, feeling free. I get it…Bran, are you listening?”

“Tsireya,” I said. “There was something different about her, Jojen. When she was in the water. It was like she was connected to the river and everything around her. The way she looked fascinated with even the smallest fish. It was a new side of her. A side that was more sure of herself. It was beautiful, she’s beautiful.”

Tsireya’s POV

Once our clothes were dry, we continued on our adventure to Castle Black. We found a place to stay in called Tumbledown Tower. We liked to hear Meera tell stories while we stayed there. Especially Hodor, he loved stories. As we continued to travel deeper in the northern mountains, the colder it became. With the help of Summer, we found shelter and a man there that gave us warm clothes and food. He warned us how dangerous it would be for us to travel the kings road.

To our shock, Jojen starts to shake hard. Bran, Hodor, and I freaked out.

“Hodor!”

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked Meera, as she helped him.

“He’s experiencing a greendream,” she told me. “The visions take their toll…”

“That looks so painful…” Bran said.

Jojen quickly sat up and told us, “We need to head for the Nightfort.”

“But I thought we were going to Castle Black,” Bran said. “Where Jon is?”

“Not anymore.”

While on our way to the Nightfort, we find a tower.

The tower stood upon an island, its twin reected on the still bluewaters. When the wind blew, ripples moved across the surface of the lake, chasing one another like boys at play. Oak trees grew thick along the lakeshore, a dense stand of them with a litter of fallen acorns on the ground beneath. Beyond them was the village, or what remained of it. (A storm of Swords: Bran III)

Meera went ahead of us to scout out for any sign of threats. She scared away three red deer, which had Summer chase right after them. I notice the apple trees around us and go pick one. I show it to Meera, “I guess these aren’t good to eat anymore.” The apple was almost brown and wormy. It’s been so long since I’ve had fruit.

“This is some good land,” Jojen said, feeling the dirt. “A village, even an inn, yet there’s no people. Why is that?”

“Must have been wildlings,” Bran said. “They are very dangerous, coming over the wall or through the mountains. They raid, steal, carry off women. Old Nan told us that if you were caught, they would use your skull as a cup to drink blood…”

I felt a raindrop fall on my nose, “it looks like it’s about to rain.”

“We have to find shelter,” Jojen said. “A storm is coming, a bad one from the looks of it.”

Bran suggested that we stay in the Gift, an abandoned holdfast that was surrounded by water.

I start to shiver, “I’m cold.”

“Me too,” Bran agreed. “I saw some broken furniture, maybe Hodor could start a fire with it for us.”

“Hodor!” Hodor said, agreeing.

“We can’t,” Jojen said. “Fire means smoke. And if people see smoke…”

“We will get caught…” Meera said.

Bran and I sighed, “okay.”

After eating duck, a thunderbolt suddenly struck making all of us jump. “Hodor!” Hodor shouted, frightened. “I hope Summer isn’t scared out there.” Bran said to me.

“I see people!” Meera said as she looked out the window. “They’re wildlings!”

Thunder came after a couple of lightning bolts, scaring Hodor even more.

“HODOR! HODOR!” He shouted.

“Can you shut him up?” Jojen asked us. “If they hear us-.”

“HODOR!”

“Come on Hodor,” Bran said. “No more Hodoring please-.”

“HODOR!”

“It’s only thunder, sweet giant.” I said, trying to calm him. I started to get scared too, I held my bag close to me as I sat next to Bran. My egg was in there, holding it brought also brought me comfort.

He just couldn’t stop. He was starting to test Bran’s patience. “Be quiet, now!” He commanded. Out of no where, Bran’s eyes went white, so did Hodor’s. I place my hand on Bran’s shoulder, “Bran, are you okay?” Hodor drops to the floor and goes out like a baby. Bran’s eyes went back to normal, looking just as shocked as the rest of us.

“What did you do?” Meera asked.

“Nothing!” Bran replied. “I-I don’t know…I just wanted Hodor to be quiet.”

Jojen walked up to the window to see the wildlings out there, “Jon Snow is out there!”

Bran’s face lightened up with joy so did mine’s, “Jon?”

“Yes, but I think he’s in trouble. They are fighting him.”

Bran decided to warg Summer and attack some of the men to help Jon. During the fight, Summer got wounded by an arrow.

We watch as Summer made his way towards us. He walked up to me whining. “You poor thing,” I tell the direwolf, petting him. “I’ll fix you right up.”

We were finally able to get to the Wall at the Nightfort. We even met a brother of the Night’s Watch named Samwell Tarly with a woman named Gilly. They helped us go past the wall and gave us dragon glass to fight off Wight Walkers. I guess this is just the beginning…

[primofate]

Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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[loneworldgazer]

itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

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[yandere-mc-yt]

Yandere DS/MP Slasher/Serial Killer Au

Just throwing out some hcs for a few characters off the top of my head :)

Warnings: Yandere Themes, obsessiveness, possessiveness, stalking mentioned, murder, violence mentioned, love at first sight(?), jealousy mentioned, suggestive

Dream

Alright. Throwing it out there: MANHUNT.

Dream's hunting grounds is definitely some small town with large farms or wooded areas around- just places with with not a lot of people at once.

Loves to stalk his pray for sometime but will always kill them in the same day. He tends to leave his victims where he killed them. Most likely dismembered. He likes dismembering people.

He loves the thrill of the hunt- his sole reason for killing someone is that he likes to hunt for sport.....

....which makes him stalking his darling for longer than a day after he first catches sight of them very strange. Something about this one tickles his fancy and he doesn't know why.

Dream ends up going a whole month without killing a single person becuase he's been so fixated on them and it freaks him out. He makes a sloppy kill for the first time in years..... he blames his darling. He needs to punish his darling.

Poor darling starts getting stalked a lot more and their friends start to disapear left and right- most ending up in the hospital and dying of their wounds. It'll probably take them a while to realize they're being stalked becuase Dream is that good at what he does.

When he can't take being at a distance anymore, they might wake up to a man in a smiley mask standing above them with a bloody hunting knife.

Technoblade

Reminiscent of Jason and the Texas Chainsaw killer. He's just hard to run into unless you're a member of a dumb group of friends going to abandoned cabins or camps in the middle of the woods for clout or something.

Where's a wild boarskull and a lot of animal skins/leather. Wild stinky man with an axe and a lot of bloodlust.

Its not like he goes out looking for people to butcher- Techno will almost never leave his area unless he thinks he absolutely needs to.

And when the last group of foolish young party goers looking for an abandoned camping ground to booze around on gets slaughter quickly, he suddenly has a strong need to step outside of his comfort zone.

One of his would be victims gets away because for some reason when he saw them, Techno fucking hesitated. He's never hesitated. He tracks them down out of his woods tockill them but.

He ends up dragging them back to his home and imprisons them. He's never done this before. Its not even from the voices goading him on.

He's going to keep them for a long time before he figures it out. And when he figures it out? He'll never want to let them go.

Wilbur Soot

A very urban serial killer- probably haunts the local university?

I think its obvious what type of killer he is- hidden in plain sight, charismatic and a specific agenda.

Wilbur's darling was supposed to be just another victim. Another notch on his belt.

He has no idea when he started having seconds thoughts. Maybe it was the strange domesticity- normalcy he felt when he was with them. It almost made him feel sick.

He decides to distract himself with a few other victims until the inevitable day comes when Wilbur takes a half conscious darling to the room where he ended so many other lives.

He's on top of them, gloved hands around their neck and he goes to squeeze. He can't fucking do it.

Now Wilbur is panicking- he has a still very alive person in his hideout that he can't kill. He's not supposed to let them live. He can't kill them.

It comes to him hard as an eliphany while he's having an anxiety attack: he's attached. Infatuated. In love.

Wilbur imprisons them. He has no choice too becuase he's in too deep. They likes him- maybe he can convince them to forgive the blood on his hands?

Fundy

I don't know how to classify him properly off of the top of my head. What makes him different is that what drives him to kill is love to begin with.

Fundy was just some normal shy computer nerd until he bumps into the person that he's convinced is his soulmate the brief second he made eye contact with them.

Fundy was obsessed. He starts stalking them immediately. He learns everything about them, from their date of birth, to their allergies. He also unfortunately learns about all the people that are close to his darling that like them more than in a friendly way.

He's convinced himself if he gets them out of the way, he'll have a better chance to be with them. And simply ruining their reputations by performing a few hacks wouldn't be enough.

The first time he kills one of his darlings supposed suitors he's.... brutal. He has no idea what happens to him. Maybe its becuase he lets it spill that he's doing this for his darling and his first victim mocks him.

It becomes a big habit to practically maul them and when the bodies are found, the authorities think its a freak animal attack.

Fundy is actually surprised that he manages ro cover his tracks so well. When the number to potential obstacles to get to his darlings diminishes, he finally makes his move.

Finally, bashful nerdy little Fundy has found a place in his darling's life. But as a friend. He quickly tries to push his luck with his darling. And he thinks he really has a chance until his darling introduces him to their new partner.

He doesn't even think when he follows the couple home, sneaks in and attacks them both. He's so enraged he just draws a mental blank as he violently tortures and carves apart the last person to get in his way.

When he's done he turns to his darling and switches back over to that shy boy they met before, covered in blood and pleading with them to forgive him. He did this all for them after all. And if he can't have them, then he'll make sure no one will.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, not spell checked

Summary: Bakugou has been so broken. Nothings been the same for him but he’s been doing everything he can to get you back...but when will it be enough to win you back?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

“Hey..Y/N it’s me...please answer your phone.”

“Hi Princess..I saw you during your training session..you did amazing like always..take care of yourself..And I love you.”

“Hi...I was wondering if you wanted to talk about this whole thing...please?”

“Teddy Bear I’m so sorry for what happened but just please let me explain everything before you make any final decisions.”

“Y/N please come back to me.”

“...I miss you.”

Bakugou sent voicemail after voicemail, text after text, and letter after letter. He tried to call you hundreds of times in the past week but they all went straight to voicemail. He tried to reach out to you through social media but you blocked him everywhere. He was lucky that you didn’t block his number. You were both hero trainees and if an emergency were to happen, you would need every resource available and Bakugou might be one of them so you had to keep his number.

Bakugou’s been so fucked for the past week. When you left him that night, he cried into your pillow. He fell asleep in your room to have some sort of comfort that night but awoke to nobody. He looked around the room and saw the previous night’s disaster date and cried some more. He even waited a few more hours in your room before he came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t return until he left. You probably hated his guts right now and Bakugou couldn’t even be mad at you. You had every right but at least let him explain everything. Please.

“Bakugou, you can’t keep doing this every night man.” The red head said. Kirishima had been walking into the common room when he found his friend on the couch again for the 7th night in a row. Bakugou’s been doing everything he can to talk to you but you’ve always brushed him off. Even so, he still waits for you to get back from training every night just in case you would break one day and allow him to speak to you. Unfortunately, that night hasn’t come yet, and Bakugou still waits to hear your voice speak to him.

“....I’m gonna get her back,” Bakugou said as he continued to stare at the door, waiting for it to open.

“But what if she doesn’t want you anymore?” Kirishima argued.

“She does!...I know she does..she left me because I did something stupid, not because she doesn’t feel anything towards me anymore.” Bakugou took a breather as he felt tears pool into his eyes once more. He shook them off before he spoke again. “..She has to still love me...I won’t be the same if she doesn’t.”

Kirishima looked towards his friend with sad eyes as he heard the slight break in his voice. His friend really hasn’t been the same since the horrible breakup and it’s been worrying him. Getting his dream girl back is the only way to fix Bakugou Katsuki.

After a few minutes, the door opens up to reveal your beauty. You walked in to find another waiting Bakugou and watched as Kirishima left as he knew what was coming. You looked at the blonde with a nonchalant face as he ran up to you.

“Y/N! Hey! ...” he never really knew what to say after that. He was always too nervous to say anything else in fear of upsetting you. You rolled your eyes at him before you attempted to walk away but he ran in-front of you to stop you from going. “Uh..do you need help with that?”

He pointed to your workout bag but you just shook your head ‘no’ as you continued to walk but before you could get far, Bakugou spun you around to speak to you again.

“Hey! Did you know..uh, there’s this great new place that opened up. I wanted to know if you want to...um..go there sometime..maybe we could talk about what happened and-“

Before he could continue you walked away again. Bakugou grew frantic as he didn’t know what to do. This would be the 7th night in a row where you just ignore him and he doesn’t know if he could go through with more disappointment tonight. He could feel himself begin to shake as his heart grew nervous. Out of fear he grabbed onto your hand before you could get away. You didn’t turn to face him but you did allow him to continue.

“Please don’t go...please talk to me and please let me explain everything. I miss you so much Teddy Bear and I lov-“

Your body stilled for a second and you ran away to your room before he could finish that sentence. You couldn’t forgive him. Not yet. You ran with tears in your eyes as you tried to shake away the thoughts filling your heard. You left behind a crying Bakugou as he watched you run away. He didn’t even try to go after you. He knew it wouldn’t make any difference. He dropped his head and sniffled as he allowed the tears to fall. He walked his way back to his dorm and cried into his own pillow when he checked the time. 9:14. It was a school night and he had to get up early tomorrow. He would have to try again the next day. And so again, with a heavy heart, he went to bed without his Teddy Bear in his arms.

—

It was morning. Another day another sad Katsuki. The blonde rose out of bed with tired bags under his eyes. He looked horrible and anyone could see that. Shit just hasn’t been the same for him. Not without her. He got up and got dressed in his school uniform and went straight to class. He just had to see you again. The more he saw you, the more chances he got at getting you back.

Bakugou didn’t really have a plan on how to get Y/N back. He just worked and tried everything he could on the spot once he saw you. Once he sat down in his seat, he awaited for your arrival. You always came in pretty early and so the second you walked in he was up on his feet.

“Y/N! Hey!”

You watched as the blonde came up to you. You looked around and noticed there were only a few students in the room. So even though this would probably hurt you in the end, you decided to drop the silent treatment.

“.....Hi..Bakugou,” you said as you both continued to stand. You gave him a quick smile before dropping it and looking everywhere but at him. Bakugou smiled at the sound of your voice and grew excited.

“..Uh- I was wondering..if you wanted to..train after school? You know like we used to?” You looked at him with a raised brow and crossed arms. Did he really think you would wanna train with him?

“It’s just- I noticed you’re reflexes have been a little off,” at that you raised both brows at him and that’s when he panicked and began rambling, “no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re great! Amazing! You always are dumbass- Y/N! I meant Y/N...yeah..yeah but the point is-“

“Okay, if I say yes will you let me go to my seat?” You quickly asked.

“YES! Ehem, mm, I mean yes. Yes, I’d like that very much and I will let you..take your...your seat...” he said awkwardly but surely. You just nodded your head slowly and walked by him. Bakugou quickly and silently celebrated behind your back but stopped once you looked at him. Seeing him all excited just to hang out with you made you laugh to yourself but you quickly shut that down as you remembered who it was you were laughing at but your smile and laughter didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde. He sat down in his seat and continued to stare at you like a happy puppy.

Soon enough, more students came into the room. The bell finally rang and Aizawa walked in to let class begin. Time went by and eventually, lunch came and you can definitely guess that Bakugou, once again, tried to get you to sit with him. This time, instead of ignoring him, you simply said “no,” and kept walking.

This of course put Bakugou into a mood but he didn’t want to be stingy. You had already agreed to train with him and you always kept to your word. He was grateful but he couldn’t hide the sadness on his face.

He and the rest of the Bakusquad sat at their table and spoke amongst each other but they of course noticed their sad friend. Now everyone knew Bakugou and Y/N had broken up but only Kirishima had known why. So questions came up and Kirishima thought it would be a wise idea for Bakugou’s other friends to help.

“What’s up with McBlasty?” Sero asked, not even earning a snarl from Bakugou at the crude nickname. “Still not over the breakup?”

“It’s not a breakup!” Bakugou countered. “It’s just...a break okay?”

“Right, cuz a break involves her giving you the cold shoulder,” Mina added on. “What happened to you guys anyway? You seemed like the perfect couple.”

Bakugou cringed at her words. They were the perfect couple. And he missed his perfect girlfriend. He looked towards Kirishima to see that he was giving him the same look he always did when it came to the Bakusquad. He wanted him to tell them the truth. Bakugou sighed as he realized it was probably time for them to know.

“Y/N left me because she found out about the bet.”

Kaminari and Sero looked at each other in shock and fear. They remember exactly what happened. They were speaking on their relationship and the bet when they heard Y/N’s door slam shut. They realized she probably heard what they had said but assumed everything would be okay! They didn’t think it would cause a breakup! But who knows!? Maybe Bakugou was speaking of a different bet.

“Umm..what bet?” Kaminari asked but Bakugou only looked at him with a confused face. How could he not remember?

“The bet we made almost a year ago. The bet that ruined my perfect relationship with the love of my life. The bet that you gave me! You know? The bet where you told me to date Y/N and not fall in love with her, which I obviously failed.” Bakugou said as he straightened up at the memory. He noticed how the two idiots remained oddly silent and how they looked like they were cowering (more than usual) at the sight of him. “Why’re you acting like that?”

The boys stayed silent before Sero spoke up. “Bakugou..we have something to tell you.”

At the tall boy’s words, the whole table gave him their attention but Kaminari only looked at him with wide eyes, hinting at him to stop what he was about to do. Sero only punched Kaminari in the shoulder as the electric blonde finally gave in.

“Bakugou,” Kaminari said, “Sero and I are the reason why Y/N found out it was a bet.”

In that moment, Bakugou’s face dropped. His eyes grew wide and silence grew around the table. Bakugou’s face went from extreme shock to extreme anger. He quickly stood up and went to attack the two boys but Kirishima was quick to hold him back.

“Let go of me!!!” Bakugou screamed.

“Bakugou! You need to relax!” Kirishima realized he wouldn’t be able to hold Bakugou back himself and called for reinforcements. “Midoriya! Todoroki!”

The two boys came running and at once glance at the situation, they knew what they had to do. Midoriya and Todoroki grabbed onto Bakugou, hooking their arms under his shoulders while Kirishima stood front. The whole scene grabbed everyone’s attention, including Y/N’s.

“This is all your fault!” Bakugou screamed with slight tears in his eyes. “I lost Y/N because of you idiots! All because you couldn’t keep your mouths shut?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Bakugou said fighting against his human restraints.

“We’re sorry! We didn’t know she heard us! It’s not like we intentionally tried to ruin you two! It was an accident!” Kaminari said behind the protection of Mina.

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK! You fucking idiots ruined everything for me!” Bakugou said as his hands began to spark. He sent an explosion their way but Y/N was quick to react and get in the middle. She used her quirk to stop his explosion and everyone settled once they saw her.

“Y/N...” Bakugou whispered out as he stopped fighting. He stood still but the three boys still kept their hold on him just in case.

“It doesn’t matter how I found out or who told me Bakugou. The only thing that matters is that you and Kaminari used me as part of a bet. Do you understand that I felt like I was just a piece of a game?” Y/N explained.

“But you’re not Y/N! You’re so much more than that!” Bakugou argued.

“So then why was I even considered to be part of that bet?” You asked. The entire room grew silent as Bakugou let his tears fall. He had no answer for you. “Right.”

You picked up your bag and walked by the group, Bakugou never taking his eyes off of you. “I’ll see you in the gym later, Bakugou.” And with that, you walked off.

Bakugou shoved the 3 boys off of him as he glared at Kaminari and Sero. The boys kept their heads down as a way of apologizing to their friend but they realized they would have to do much more than that to truly make it up to their friend. As the bell rang and everyone was dismissed, Kaminari and Sero walked out together and discussed their apology plan.

—

Bakugou had skipped out on the rest of the day. He didn’t know if he would be able to hold himself back if he saw Kaminari or Sero again. He had decided he would give himself some time to cool off before he had to meet with Y/N in the gym.

At that memory he decided it was best for him to look on the bright side. He got to train with Y/N again. It would be just like old times and who knows? Maybe she’ll finally listen to him and what he has to say. Maybe she’ll take him back. Bakugou had set an alarm for himself and in the meantime took the opportunity to rest up.

—

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *click!*

Bakugou woke up from his nap and looked at the time. 1:55 p.m. Just about 20 minutes for him to get ready and meet with Y/N in gym gamma. He got up, changed into a sleeveless hoodie, sweats, and some combat boots. He grabbed his gym bag and went down to find Y/N.

Just as he stepped out of the dormitory he saw Y/N walking his way. Was he still dreaming or is that actually his dream girl walking up towards him.

“Hey, Bakugou, at least wait for me to get ready.” You said while hooking both your arms. Bakugou held a shocked expression as he looked down at where you both were linked and looked back up towards you.

“Uh..H-Hey Y/N! Uh..sorry, did you want me to wait for you?” He said still shocked.

“Uhhh yeah? I won’t take that long, c’mon Blasty.” You said so naturally as you dragged him to your room. Bakugou blushed at the old nickname but smiled as he was quick to walk by your side. On the way to your dorm, he tried to make small talk and this time you actually spoke back! You laughed with him (or more so at his shaky and nervous behavior) and smiled more. He waited for you on the outside to get ready and you guys walked back to the gym. Again, on the way there you both had fun loving conversations. It was almost like nothing changed.

You both entered the gym and began stretching.

“So what exactly is the problem with my reflexes, Blasty?” You asked while stretching. Bakugou froze mid stretch as he realized he lowkey disrespected Y/N by saying her reflexes had faltered. And he didn’t even mean it! He just said it because he didn’t know what else to say.

“Umm...you know...I’m not saying that- that there’s something wrong with your reflexes. You’re perfect!” He laughed out but froze at what he said again. He snapped his head towards you and saw you paused your stretching to give him a look. “No! Not perfect! Your reflexes are perfect! You know? You’re not perfect, your reflexes are!”

Again, you gave him another look and he froze up again. “No, no, no! I mean-“

“You just wanted to get me in here with you?”

“Yup.”

“Mm,” you said as you nodded your head and continued warming up. Bakugou sighed as he dropped his head back and groaned towards the ceiling. He hated how being around you now turned him into a pile of bleh.

You guys finally began a little sparring match. Bakugou may be a mess around you but you can always be sure that he has his head in the game. You were always a calm, cool, and collected person no matter what happened so your fight style never weakened.

You and Bakugou had been going on for awhile. You threw punches, kicks, and quirks and it was 3 to 2, with you in the lead. You guys had several rounds with different rules. No quirks, quirks only, stealth matches, and even a no rules battle.

Finally, it was the last fight and you and Bakugou were clearly exhausted. Bakugou wanted to end it now due to exhaustion and so he ran towards you and pounced. You failed to stop him and just allowed him to drop you. You both ended up tumbling around until he finally pinned you down with his face close to your.

“I-.....I win...” he said with a tired but victorious grin. He stared at your face as you did that cute little nose-scrunch thing that he loved whenever he beat you.

“What-...whatever. I let you win..Blasty,” you breathed out as he just laughed at you. You began to laugh too and you both stayed there for a little until his gaze remained on yours. You both stared at each other in awe and want as Bakugou released his hold on your wrist and placed his hands on the ground at the side of your head. He leaned in a little and you allowed your hands to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in until your lips met and softly danced across each other.

Bakugou slightly opened his eyes to look down at you and smiled as he realized you finally gave in. He closed his eyes once more and just enjoyed the moment. The kiss would’ve gone on forever if the need for oxygen didn’t exist. You both separated with a hazy look in your eyes. A string of saliva connected you both as your heavy breaths grew and a blush covered across your faces.

“..heh...” was all that Bakugou said as he sat up on his knees and allowed you to sit straight. He sat down next to you as silence filled the room. “Soo...that happened..”

You remained silent as the blush on your face remained and you got lost in thought. Bakugou looked at you in concern as he thought you were regretting the kiss until you spoke up.

“...I’ve missed you Katsuki....and...I forgive you.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide as he smiled. He stood up and brought you along with him. He picked you up and held you in his arms as he spun you around. You squealed in excitement and joy as Katsuki held you tight and once he placed you on the ground again, he gave you a quick kiss.

“I’m not saying I don’t like whats happening but...why?” He asked with a smile and confused look in his eyes. You only smiled at him and settled down before you spoke.

“..Sero and Kaminari came and talked to me. They told me everything.” Bakugou’s eyes went wide at the mention of the two morons who ruined his relationship. But he smiled as he realized they were the reason you were talking to him again. He would have to thank their dumbasses later. “They’ve been telling me how upset you’ve been and how you actually did love me.” You explained.

“Did and still do,” he corrected and you laughed at his reply.

“Right. Anyway, I’m not gonna lie, it was wrong for you to place a bet on me but..you spent almost a whole year with me..and they told me it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. I guess that means...”

“That I really do love you? That I really do want to be with you for the rest of my life? That I do need you in my life as mine to be sane? Yeah, I know.” He laughed as he wrapped him arms around your waist and held you closer while you giggled back.

“Heh..yeah.” You said. Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours as you both reveled in the comforting feeling of each other. You stayed in the loving embrace of his arms as you smiled even more.

“I’m so sorry for doing that to you, Y/N. I should’ve never placed some stupid bet on you but I’m kinda glad I did....it brought me to the perfect one for me. I really, really love you, Teddy Bear.”

Bakugou softly kissed the crown of your head as he whispered loving words to you.

“You’re mine again.”

“Yeah Suki..I’m yours.”

A/N: I’m sorry if the ending felt rushed😖 I feel like this could’ve been better but I think im reaching a writer’s block. 

[imalivebarelystriving]

Brothers vs self-moving vacuum cleaner, fight!

So in the hard mode lessons, there's a scene where most of them were freaking out over a... what is it even called? English isn't my first language, so I'm not too sure of some words, but it's that disk thingy that goes vrrr. I wanted to try writing what i thought their reactions would be. This was self-indulgent, enjoy.

Lesson 40+ hard mode spoilers

Lucifer

Freaking out internally

Avatar of Pride never shows it

But in reality

"what the fuck is that thing and why is it moving?"

He knew the human world was technologically more advanced than the Devildom but holy shit that doesn't mean they should make moving disks!

Observes it and quickly finds out that it's... cleaning the house?

Just lets it do it's thing.

It's unsettling but at least it's useful.

*Cue Mammon screaming in the background*

Later consults you on what it is and what it does, just to double-check that it's not going to cause any harm

"So MC, do you know what this little machine is? A vacuum? The human world truly has its surprises."

Mammon

Panicked

"HOLYSHITWHATTHEHELLISTHATWHYISITMOVINGTOWARDSMEHELP"

Normally the others would laugh at him but they're also freaking out.

Vacuum go brrr

Mammon go AAAAAAAAAAA

And it moved towards him.

Oh no.

He sprinted out of the room faster than when Lucifer tries to tie him up

Hell no, he's not going close to that- that- thing!

After you come along and explain everything, he acts like he wasn't afraid

But he can never look at it without feeling chills down his spine.

"Pfft, I knew it was a- uh... what was it?" "Vacuum cleaner" "Yeah! That! Ya should've seen my brothers' faces, they were freaked out!"

ok Mammon, ok

Leviathan

Either he knows what it is from anime or he's as freaked out as Mammon

If he knows what it is, he's going to fanboy over it and mention some long anime name

"WAIT I KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!! THERE WAS THAT ONE SCENE FROM *insert a long anime title here* AND THE MAIN CHARACTER HAD THAT IN THEIR HOUSE AND THEN-"

If he doesn't, oh boy.

With his, Mammon's and Asmo's screaming, you probably would've known they were in the human world by then.

He might summon Lotan if the thing starts going too close to him for his liking

Fortunately for him, it went towards Mammon.

After you explain, he calms down a little, then whines about how weird the human world technology is.

Then he realizes it could do his chores for him

"Huh? A vacuum cleaner? That's a weird looking vacuum cleaner. The human world normies are super weird. Who would want this type of thing anyway? Convenience? Oh, that's right! We don't have to vacuum anymore!"

Satan

Ok so it was mentioned that he watches videos with cats on the vacuum

So he definitely knows what it is

But instead of helping the other 6

He whips out his D.D.D and starts searching for that video.

"I know I have it somewhere..." "AAAAA IT'S MOVING TOWARDS MEEEE" "Shut up Mammon."

Some of his brothers are panicking and he's just trying to find a cat video

what the hell man

thinks it's transportation device for cats

not wrong though

Might just get a cat to put it on the vacuum

When you explain, he gets a little disappointed that it's intended use isn't to entertain cats, but is more or less still pretty excited.

"A vacuum you say? I saw videos of cats riding this type of vacuum, so I assumed it was some sort of transportation device... well, no matter. Do you know where I can get a cat?"

Asmodeus

Screams

Screams very loudly

Screams as loud as Mammon

Climbs up on a chair to avoid getting chased by it

Ever hear the Avatar of Lust swear like a sailor?

Well, you're about to

His attempts to charm the vacuum are also in vain, since the vacuum, is a vacuum

He grabs a chair and points it at the machine threateningly

Spoiler alert, it does nothing.

When it chases Mammon, he takes the opportunity to ask Satan what it is

After failing to recieve any useful feedback from Satan, he goes to you

Once he learns, he complains about how weird humans are

"A vacuum!? What an ugly little thing. It's been chasing us and making these weird humming noises! Why would humans make such a weird vacuum?"

Beelzebub

We all know what he would do

He tries to eat the vacuum and gets pulled back by Belphie

"Beel, we don't know what that is. Don't eat that, it could give you a tummy ache."

After watching his older brothers scream, he glares menacingly at the vacuum.

Would've tried to attack it but again, Belphie holds him back.

"We don't know what it is, it would be safer to watch it first."

When it goes towards Mammon, he lunges at it

Oh no... our vacuum... it's broken.

He doesn't eat it, but breaks it and throws it out

He forgets about it for a while until the situation is brought up by his brothers.

He has two questions:

Why would anyone make a machine like that?

Why is it so loud?

He finds it useful for cleaning up food crumbs (after it's been repaired by Barbatos)

"A vacuum? That's weird... who thought of this? Why does it make that sound? The human world has strange things..."

Belphegor

He was taking a nap, but suddenly he heard screams

He looks at the cause and

It's unsettling

It makes him uncomfortable

He doesn't know what it is

He just loses interest in humans for 2000 years and they make things like this?

Unbelievable.

He stops Beel from eating it out of concern for his twin.

He also stops Beel from attacking it since he doesn't know if it'll attack back

He's sharp enough to understand that it has a use

Well, other than scaring his brothers, of course.

He observes it for a little while

And then goes back to his nap.

Wasn't really worth all of the screaming

He was curious, but he'll save that for after the whole fiasco

Then he forgets about it when he wakes up

Eventually, he learns that it's a vacuum.

With his curiosity satisfied, he... honestly doesn't do much.

He doesn't really care about it anymore.

"Oh, a vacuum. I guess that makes sense. I'm going back to bed."

[sohin-ace]

Kakyoin - Fateful Day

Kakyoin x Jotaro's sister reader

I freaking love the Joot-sister prompt

You were always used to Jotaro and you walking separatedly from and to school. The guy had way longer legs than you and would rather not be seen with you in public and near school, for reasons mysterious to you.

At first you felt offended that he would be ashamed of you, or just not bear your presence.

You did not know, in fact, that the reasons he kept his distance from you as much as he could when on schoolgrounds or when going to school, was to protect you from danger.

Not only was Jotaro constantly surrounded by crazy girls who would probably harass you for existing in his world, but he also had troubles, to understate, with local delinquents and other gangsters who wanted to throw some hands at him.

Furthermore, with the new discovery of that bizarre, seemingly evil spirit that started following him around, you were really the last person he wanted to hurt.

Unfortunately, being distant from his little sister wasn't near enough to protect her this time.

One fateful day, soon after your grandfather arrived in Japan and Jotaro got out of holding, you were walking home from school as usual.

Jotaro was already a solid five minutes away in front of you, which meant you were all alone.

You didn't mind the lone walk, the town was peaceful and you were used to it. But something irked you when you felt an insistant presence behind you.

You turned around, checking, but no one was there. You shrugged the feeling off, feeling a bit stupid for thinking the worse and kept walking, telling yourself it must have been a cat or an innocent someone who got home.

"Jotaro~! Welcome back- hm? Where is your sister?" Holly asked as she welcomed her son who just came home.

The boy grunted, reluctantly accepting his 'welcome home' smooch. "She's coming. She's just slow."

After a long while of waiting for your return, Holly started to worry, stress and anxiety clouding her mind. Panicked, she barged in Jotaro's bedroom. You weren't usually this late.

"Jotaro, are you sure Y/N was behind you? It's been almost thirty minutes and she's still not back…"

Jotaro huffed in annoyance as he got up from his laid down position on his bed.

"Yare yare daze, quit worrying over nothing, she's probably fine."

" 'Probably'?!"

"What's going on, Holly?" Joseph joined in after hearing the commotion.

"Y/N's not back from school yet… I'm scared something might have happened to her…" Holly explained to her father, dread even more evident in her voice as she worded her worries.

Joseph rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, "It's okay, Holly, I'm sure she's not that far. Jotaro! Get up and go look for your sister! You're supposed to keep an eye on her, that's your role as a big brother!"

The old man scolded as the teenager stood up and got on his way, as if he had been asked an annoying chore.

"Yare yare, you're all so noisy over nothing." He put his shoes back on and took his leave.

Stopping every once in a while and unable to shake off your uneasy feeling truly delayed you. You were sure you'd never hear the end of this if your father knew how late you were today.

"Kujo..." A sudden deep voice called right behind you, and you turned around, meeting with a complete stranger. "…Am I correct?"

"Yes?" You replied a bit shyly as you turned fully to him. "And you are...?"

As you now had a better look at him, you realised how handsome he actually looked. Not at all how you imagined a potential creep following you.

He wore your school's uniform but you didn't recognize his face. He must be a new student, you told yourself. He had beautiful red hair and a white shawl that flew gracefully in the wind. He was also strongly and elegantly built. Just who was he?

But all that charm quickly shifted as he smirked eerily in response. He approached you, his eyes glaring into your soul and you stepped backwards as fear built up inside you. Why was he looking at you like that so suddenly?

The uneasiness from before came up tenfold, this time completely justified. You spoke up as he came uncomfortably close to you, towering over your much smaller form.

"U-um… Did you need something…?" You hesitantly stuttered as he now stood arm-length away from you.

"Yes I do." He spoke confidently, his goal like set in stone. "I need you to lead me to your brother."

"What? My brother? If it's a fight you want with him, I won't let you." You protested with more confidence, now that you started to understand where he came from.

You were used to people trying to pick fights with Jotaro. You knew your brother had way too many enemies for his own good, and surely you wouldn't let anyone get to him and filter them out if you had the occasion.

"Who even are you? I don't recognize you from school…" You squinted your eyes warily. This boy arised too many questions in your mind.

Kakyoin smiled softly at you, which you didn't trust at all. He was fishy and there was something in his eyes that you quite couldn't put you finger on.

"My name is Kakyoin Noriaki." He sighed. "I didn't want to use force on a lady, but you don't leave me any choices..."

Before you could even react, green tentacle-like appendices appeared from behind him and lunged at you. You gasped and bolted away as fast as you could.

You knew it. It was bad. Real bad. You had no chance against a Stand user like him, you couldn't manage your own newly found Stand just yet. It was exactly like your grandfather said.

You tried to run, but not even 2 meters far and his green vectors wrapped around your ankles.

As you were about to trip and land on the floor, more of the tentacles wrapped around your legs, waist, arms and wrists, preventing you from falling, keeping you still in mid-air.

You couldn't move. Kakyoin came up behind you as you struggled in Hierophant Green's grip.

"Well that was easy." He snickered over your tied up and desperate form.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME- HMMFF!" He put a large hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your now muffled screams.

"Shhh! Don't make this harder for us, I'll just borrow your body real quick. It'll be over before you even know it. I'll make this painless, I'm a gentleman."

He released your mouth and Hierophant green squeezed itself around your neck, choking you, your mouth agape for you desperately needed air.

He took this advantage to grab your wrists and lock you against his chest as his Stand released you to nest itself inside your opened mouth.

Your body tensed up at the foreign and disgusting feeling of the spirit slipping down your throat and you violently squirmed in Kakyoin's grip as he forced your mouth closed, keeping the Stand inside to own your will and possess you. Just as Dio had taught him.

"Good. That's good. Jotaro would never kill his own sister, now would he? Even though his own sister will kill him. How tragically ironic."

He wrapped his arms back to your midsection as you stopped squirming, tired and breathless from fighting against him in vain. He held you against him as he knew you would surely collapse if he let go.

"Haaah… Ahh… Haaaa… Haaahh…" You panted shakily, scared and exhausted as your head hung low and your cold hands rested upon his own, barely able to swat them away from you with how shakey you were.

You were weak and alone, which was perfect for him to use. He chuckled and you felt the rumble of his chest against your back as he did. You felt like crying.

"It's too bad that you have to die. You're so cute, I would have loved to bring you to Master Dio with me."

You suddenly felt nauseous. You felt his stand inside you, trying to slide itself into every part of you and take control of your body.

You tried to resist, your arms and legs were shaking, your arched your back and writhed in pain, you knew your own Stand was fighting against it.

To Kakyoin's utter shock, Hierophant Green was violently pushed out of you by your own Stand as you let out lung-piercing coughs. Spitting the enemy out like some flesh-eating parasyte.

"WHAT-?!" Kakyoin yelped at the scene, but was then forced to let go of you as your Stand punched Hierophant Green in the face, the red-head owner feeling the hit full-force as well.

Kakyoin fell down, knocked down by the impact as you collapsed to your knees, coughing up and vomiting spit and blood.

Adrenaline pushing you through, you didn't let yourself any time to recover and took this chance to run away as fast as you could, taking sharp turns and passing through narrow paths that you prayed he wouldn't fit through or have the idea of searching.

You eventually lost track of him, gasping desperately for air as your lungs hurt in a dry and sharp pain, fed by the ceaseless pounding of your heart. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you couldn't take it anymore.

Right as you passed the Torii gate of the temple nearest to your neighborhood, one you walked through every day, you passed out cold onto the paved holy ground.

Jotaro slowly walked his way back to the path you usually both took to come home after school. He walked and walked, but still no trace of you on the way.

Although he would never admit it, his anxiety grew inside him and his heartbeat quickened as he realised that you were way too far from home for his own liking. You were right behind him, how could this happen?

He started to feel guilty that he didn't even check if you were still following him or not. Especially when he realized that so many people, people who yearned to get under Jotaro Kujo's skin, could easily do so by taking you down and harming you, his own sister.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when he found something, or rather someone on the stoned floor of the local temple. And as he approached the figure, sure enough, his eyes widened and his heart jumped in his chest. No...

"Y/N…!"

He immediately kneeled down next to you and lifted you to his lap. He checked you up and down for injuries and noticed you had fresh bruises forming on your wrists and neck and you were bleeding from your mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.

"Aah… Jojo…" you whimpered in a wheeze as you recognized your brother's voice and his smokey scent.

"Who did this to you? What's the name of that fucking asshole?!" He growled, his gruff voice contrasting with the care he held you with.

"H-he's a stand user like you… Kakyoin… He's after you, don't go to school tomorrow…" You croaked and coughed out while looking up at his worried eyes and your brother scoffed.

"Yare yare, you're stupid to think I won't go to school and drum his ass."

He lifted you up and carried you back home to get your injuries treated. As to be expected, Holly freaked out at your state and Jotaro received a earful from Joseph who told him to never let a young girl walk all by herself, let alone his little sister and especially with all the trouble he gets into.

The next day, you stayed home to rest for the day, making you feel much better. Thankfully you had no major injuries and the Speedwagon foundation doctors knew about Stand inflicted wounds.

You had interesting chats with the guest Abdul and Joseph spoiled you all day like you were his baby which, to be fair, you were in his eyes.

In the mean time, Jotaro had met with Kakyoin and had an inevitable fight. Unfortunately, what Kakyoin had going on was much deeper than just wanted to bully Jotaro. When Jotaro came back home, he brought Kakyoin's unconscious body and you learned about what happened to him, about Dio, the fleshbud, and why he aimed at killing Jotaro.

Knowing what had transpired and with you doing much better, you decided to go check on the boy. You felt it was important to start allover with him.

You knocked gently on the guest room's door and slid it open, revealing Kakyoin in his injured state. Your brother truly did not hold back, you thought.

"Hello Kakyoin…" You greeted a bit shyly as you walked through the door. The red head looked at you with wide eyes as he recognized you.

"Y-...you're the girl I attacked yesterday?" You nodded and he sighed sadly. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did… That was.... Despicable of me..."

"Don't worry," You approached him and knelt down at his side. "My grandfather explained what happened to you. I'm not mad. You weren't yourself."

Kakyoin then glanced at your bruised neck and looked away in shame.

"I can't believe I harmed a girl… in such a low, awful way…" You chuckled lightly at his exaggerated worry.

"Hey, I'm fine! Look, you're in an even worse state than I am. Stop fretting and let us take care of you, okay?" You gently smiled at him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze. He bit his lip and blinked back the tears that prickled in his eyes. Were all members of this family pure redempting angels of sympathy and goodness?

"Thank you, Kujo, you're very kind..."

"Just call me Y/N." You smiled as you leaned in to move out some hairs that were stuck to his frontal bandage.

"Y/N…" He softly repeated, a blush rising to his face. Even your name was beautiful, he thought to himself, never daring to say it out loud.

His heart fluttered in his chest at your feathery touch and he felt suddenly much shier. He wanted to hold that soft hand in his own, but before he could even do anything, Holly called your name from afar.

"Y/N! Can you please come here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" You replied before looking back at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you rest until dinner is ready."

Kakyoin nodded and laid back down on the mattress. He let out a soft 'oh' of surprise when you gripped the blanket and tucked him in sweetly before getting up and leaving, sliding the door close behind you.

He sighed, unable to fight his little goofy grin.

"Damn it… I'm falling in love…"

Old writing again. I'm really just putting the dusty stuff I should have posted a year ago. I apologize for the poor litterature.

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”