#they both have some ‘weird feelings’ towards each other but remain silent about that and decide to be just friends

[imsuchabigmess]

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[myslutwritings]

Hii! Can I request the upper moons with a flirtatious s/o? (Like they're always trying to rizz them up?😭)

i love this idea!! thank you for requesting<3

➤ Uppermoons with a super charismatic S/O

➤ Headcanons

Uppermoons x GN!reader

• including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza and the Hantengu clones.

not proof read

Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan here absolutely loves when you flirt with him. (Only sometimes)

He’s secretly down bad for you tho‼️

Finds your consistent charismatic behavior amusing but also so SO annoying.

But bro admits he adores the way you look at him whenever you’re being extremely flirtatious towards him.

In a way he views it as you worshipping him and that’s fine by him.

He must admit, some of the pick-up lines you come up with are super cheesy but also hella creative at the same time?

If you rizz him up good enough (AND THAT’S A PRETTY BIG IF) then he may even become flustered. After all, you are dating the demon king. He’s definitely bound to have a soft spot for you.

Witnessing Muzan flustered is very rare though!

If you fluster him with your charms then proceed to point it out he’ll probably get so mad 😭

He just walks away. You’re giggling as you see him walk away.

You find it amusing. he does not.

But over all, he loves the way you worship him, the way you compliment him. It boosts his confidence and makes him feel good.

Muzan will never admit that though.

However, that’s fine. because you know he secretly enjoys it despite his lack of reaction.

Anyway, you got that W rizz. 🤭🤭

Kokushibo

Like Muzan, he finds you endlessly amusing.

Doesn’t find your flirty comments/behavior cheesy or obnoxious in any way! He secretly really likes it.

Finds you adorable at times.

Sometimes doesn’t understand your pick-up lines.

It ruins the moment because he doesn’t understand he’ll remains expressionless the whole time.

You literally have to explain it every single time to him. It’s sometimes impossible to truly rizz him up.

He ain’t dumb, he’s just slow and doesn’t catch on.

Kokushibos very reserved too so he isn’t used to having such a flirtatious and teasing S/O!

Sure, he may be around Douma who’s also charismatic and teasing but not to the level that you are.

Kokushibos flabbergasted every time you say something flirtatious to him.

Isn’t too keen on letting you have control.

Doesn’t want to get flustered around you but of course he does

He doesn’t say anything in response but he’s BLUSHING.

Don’t point it out or he’ll give you the silent treatment. 💀

Douma

You and Douma here are painfully similar.

Both of you are overconfident, obnoxious, charismatic, and completely jokesters

When he first realizes how flirtatious you are towards him he takes it as a challenge.

Y’all have WARS. trying to see who has the most rizz

You find great pleasure in flirting with Douma. never wanting to quit rizzing up

Douma has the same goal

He sees this little game you two are playing cute and amusing.

It’s never ending

Neither you or Douma budge.

In a weird way, this is y’all’s love language.

Douma doesn’t get flustered, just becomes overconfident and annoying when you flirt with him.

He likes it A LOT.

Those words should only be for him to hear.

You both also tend to say cheesy pick-up lines to each other

LIKE NON-STOP.

If you’re a demon, you and Douma go into the infinity castle and start constantly rizzing each other up in front of everyone.

Muzan punished you both by decapitating y’all.

The two of you combined is chaotic.

Akaza

Akaza isn’t all that used to receiving such bold and flirtatious comments about himself

Doesn’t necessarily get shy but he’s taken a back?

But he comes around to it!

Gets used to your behavior rather quickly

Definitely the type to flirt back but not as much as you do.

He’s sometimes astounded with the diabolical pick-up lines you come up with

Giggles softly when you say something cheesy to him.

You tend to tease Akaza sometimes. That he isn’t too fond of but he allows it because you’re his S/O! He isn’t dumb and knows it’s all fun in games.

You’re VERY bold. Akaza is always surprised.

You’re a very interesting human.

Akaza blushes easily. You always know how to make him blush.

Not a huge fan of pick-up lines but sometimes he’ll say one to you to see your reaction.

He’s disappointed when it doesn’t fluster you because his flirty tactics lowkey suck. 😭

Smiles when you compliment his looks and just kisses you on the cheek in response

If you keep teasing him consistently and babying him he’ll tell you to shut up 💀

Isn’t used to being flustered. He would rather make YOU flustered.

Doesn’t work in his favor.

Whenever he does initiate a flirty comment or two you ALWAYS have a better comeback that leaves this man flabbergasted.

He’s just like: ???

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

NOT a fan of it.

He finds your lame efforts irksome.

Doesn’t get flustered. ever.

Gets pissed off at you every time you do flirt with him.

You think it’s cute.

There was a time you called him adorable for being angry and that comment infuriated him to the max.

Tried to hide his blushing. fails miserably

But he secretly likes it when you flirt with him and you KNOW it.

So you simply stopped flirting with him. It was all an experiment to see if he really hated or not

Spoiler alert: He didn’t and somewhat missed all the attention you gave him.

Karaku

Oh boy.

So similar to Douma, y’all are constantly rizzing each other up to see who has the best charisma

Both of you are at each others throats

Karaku is the most flirtatious out of all the clones. Urogi being in second place.

The both of you never shut up when you are together and it pisses the other clones off.

Y’all’s relationship is similar to those cringe worthy couples who are always telling each other cheesy pick-up lines.

Karaku enjoys having such a frisky S/O

Only wants you to flirt with him and no one else.

It’s only for his ears to hear. Not anyone else’s

You find his jealously cute.

You always tell him that and he just responds with something bold or DOES something unexpected to you.

You do the same in return because no way you’re letting that shit slide.

Karaku envies your rizz 😭😭

Aizetsu

I swear to fucking god

It is SO easy to rizz him up

Such a mess for you at the end.

Aizetsu becomes EXTREMELY flustered whenever you flirt with him!

He even becomes flustered if your flirting is bad.

Anything gets him flustered. He’s somewhat soft and reserved in general but with you it’s on a whole other level

Is probably too shy to flirt with you back

However, that words for you. You want to be the only one rizzing him up.

He tries to come off as charismatic and charming with you to sometimes though.

But then again he isn’t used to it.

So obviously he isn’t good at it. But you find his small little efforts appealing and appreciate him trying.

You’re the man in the relationship 😭

Aizetsu can tend to be insecure at times (Because of the other clones) so he’s glad to have someone like you to lift his spirits!

Adores you to no end.

Urogi

Urogi loves how flirty you are!!

Addicted to you. You’re like a drug to him.

Gets a little pouty whenever you don’t flirt with him.

Obviously the type to flirt back with you!

Swoons whenever you say something real rizzy to him.

Bro never stops smiling around you.

I feel like he would get cuteness aggression over you.

Teases you for your silly pick-up lines!

Has the capability to embarrass you but hasn’t done it yet.

It boosts his ego whenever you compliment him.

Takes great pride when you compliment his lovely wings!

I feel like if you told this man to get on his knees and bark he definitely would.

Y’all also have miny wars where you guys rizz each other up but it ends fairly quickly.

Sometimes you win, sometimes he even wins. But you mostly win.

Urogi finds your behavior hot.

He’s definitely going to keep you forever.

Can’t get enough of you.

WOOHOO. finally finished this request! Please do not fret if i haven’t done yours yet! I have many requests right now. (I’m going to get them all! so do not worry) feel free to send in some more! Thank you for all the support! <3

[14dyh]

hey! im the one who requested 17 with hange and loved it :) was wondering if u could write an other where hange catches feelings for reader, maybe from hanges pov? still angsty cuz hanges afraid of getting rejected, your choice on how it ends:)

Nebula | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: Hange recognizes their inner conflict about falling in love with you. Word count: 1.3k A/N: aaeegghh I'm glad you like it! sorry this took so long lmao but i already have that kind of part 2 in mind so here you goooo

Sunlight dappled Hange's desk from where you sat. It was a little too early to get up but you wanted to admire the nebula-shaped flower on Hange's desk. The shape, the edges, and even the colors imitating the swirls of light and the glowing stars and clouds that make a nebula made this flower so fascinating to look at. It felt like a cosmic wonder that could be held in mere human hands.

Hange remained asleep in your bed, cuddling your pillow close. They might have a hangover from last night so you were quick to make the both of you a cup of tea. Hange stirred slightly when you entered the room and closed the door behind you, two cups of tea in both hands before placing it on the table beside you. Hange noticed how much you admire that flower from where you're sitting.

"How long have you been growing this? It's beautiful," you mused, a finger hovering over the flower petals. Long ago, Hange's mind wanted to say but maybe you would ask how long would that be so Hange found a safe answer and said, "Certainly not as long as it would take to form a nebula, but it's been quite long."

Hange smiled, dragging a chair beside where you sat. They couldn't find the courage to tell you that the growing flower was there with every thought of you in mind. It was something that they planned to grow a year ago, convincing themself every day that it was just a testament to the admiration and friendship they have for you. Every day they would watch over that plant, waiting for it to bear a flower.

"It was something I planned a year ago," Hange explained, sipping on the tea you gave them. "Pretty quaint, huh?"

"It is... Looks like a nebula," you observed, looking at the flower from different angles and finding it beautiful all the same.

"That's what I'm aiming for. I'm glad it didn't turn out with a weird shape," Hange chuckled. There was a silent pause, and only the sound of the morning filled the room. Hange tried to tear their eyes from you but couldn't.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Hm?"

Hange noticed that your eyes were still on the flower and thanked the heavens, you don't seem to notice how they're looking at you.

"Can we go to the ball together?" they asked. "I mean, it's not really our cup of tea but maybe we could have some fun and go to the art museum afterwards. What do you think?"

Hange saw your eyes brighten at the suggestion which made their heart leap.

"Sounds good to me."

Later that evening, both of you attended the simple ball hosted by the school to celebrate the patron it was named after. Hange would excitedly pull you on the dance floor, both of your movements rhyming up with whatever music played. But most importantly, you talked and talked, exchanging ideas one after the other until the event became too commonplace for the both of you. Hange held your hand and sneaked you two towards the exit, giggling to yourselves for successfully escaping the party.

A few people crossed by, sometimes art critics and sometimes lovers. Hange's eyes walked with them and wondered which of the two groups you would both belong to at the end of this night.

You walked together in the tranquil silence of the night. Birds would hum as if in a gentle serenade as Hange held your hand. Neither of you spoke until you reached the art museum you both longed to go to. Eventually, you stepped into the place, taking in the gentle atmosphere of being surrounded by beauty and color, the soft hues of red and pink settled on each painting depicting love and romance.

Hange still remembers the nebula-shaped flower whenever they look at you. They mused over how things in nature are bound to connect in one way or another and how such an infinitely strange world could be thought of just by looking at you. Everything sings and the world loves randomness enough to give it its unique pattern. Hange was deep in thought of you and the universe. They only snapped back in reality as they heard your gentle query.

"Hange, do you perhaps think that love has a place in every art no matter how tiny it may be?" you asked. Hange thought over your question as your head leaned against theirs. They observed how you sat beside them, eyes wandering over the painting before they spoke.

As you walked home together, Hange held your hand tighter this time. Their heart rammed against their chest, their mind broke itself apart by brimming with the thoughts of love, of the universe, of you— all the good things that make up their world.

"I think it is. Love has a place in everything, it is either too much of it or lack of it that makes up an object. And either way, it leads back to love," Hange answered softly. They speak of such love in a room full of romance paintings but they only looked at you with a smile etch across their lips. Your presence made them think of art and science — all the wonders and inventions born because one mind loved another. It may be an idea or a person but it all led back to passion.

This time it would hurt them to deny how much love they have for you from the beginning. Their heart held you dear too much but their mind refused for the sole reason that they don't think they deserve you enough to be in a special place in your heart.

All friendships and acquaintances they made so far flourished out of tolerance and need. People loved them through time and tolerated them because of that love, but it was never like this. To be loved and to be understood rarely comes along together. So Hange's mind racked itself and often wondered how you managed to give them both.

For a long time, their heart clammed up, tricking themself that they would love someone else, that they loved the girl who rejected them, and all because they wanted to avoid this situation. This very minute, they wanted to confess and recognized that their great fear came from being rejected by you. Given a day or week, they could get over any rejection from love or work but feared that your rejection would become their ultimate ruination.

And it was as though you could hear their thoughts as if their heart whispered their love to you. When you both reached the room you shared, Hange was taken aback by the sudden hug from you, their knees turning so weak that they had to grip the edge of the table. The nebula-shaped flower remained still on the desk as if watching things unfold.

The loving embrace you gave them just now triggered their desire to confess so they started slow.

"That flower... I must admit that it was for you. I made it for you," they let out before their throat could clam up. Hange finally found the courage to hug you back at this moment without trembling.

"And it means that I..." they tried to continue with much struggle. "That I..."

That I love you, it was so simple but they couldn't take it out of their mouth.

But somehow you knew, and it reached your heart nonetheless. You pulled away slightly to give them a gentle kiss, your lips careful around theirs. Hange freeze momentarily but something in them awakened their courage to kiss back and hold you tighter. Perhaps it was the relief that you love them as well, or perhaps it was the overjoy of their heart for letting themself open that love to you.

For a long moment, Hange refused to let you go and when they did, their mouth couldn't mutter anything but the love that tormented them for a long time. They wanted to cry or even scream in relief as all their fears became powerless to hold them back. Many things born out of fear ran through their head, thoughts of losing you or ruining the friendship they treasure the most but everything changed, knowing that you love them back. Hange wanted to ask how or why but realized that maybe your heart found true haven within theirs as well.

Hange's heart found delight when you let them embrace you throughout that night. And when the words “I love you too” came from your lips, Hange thought about the universe again and they were sure that right that moment, everything was in synchrony favored towards them. 

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Would you write a smut fic with ghost x dom reader x soap??(reader can be fem or gn and make both boys submissive maybe a moment where they fuck each other and the reader watches them and controls them).IDK WRITE IT HOWEVER YOU IMAGINE IT. I just dont have the skill to write so i am requesting it here.I hope its not weird.

I got you (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Ghost x Dom!Reader x Soap

Ghost and Soap find themselves crushing on the same woman on their team, a friendly bout between two comrades to see who you'll choose, only your answer's not one they'd expected to hear.

NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, very little plot, MMF, P in V sex, Tons of Teasing, Steamy Makeouts, Groping, Grinding, Double-Penetration, Anal, Ceampie, Explicit Description, Graphic Language, Dom!Reader, Sub!Soap, Sub!Ghost, Sexual Tension, Some Ghostsoap moments as well, Playful Banter, Bickering, Flirting, Build-Up, Jealousy, Soap and Ghost are fighting over the same girl, but it's friendly competition, ends in a three way too so, will do more proofreading I promise!

WC: 7k ~

Author's Note: This took me way longer to type than it probably should have. I hope it makes for a good read. It's total nonsense, and probably not very realistic (though I do try). It's not exactly like the anon, I'm sorry! But hopefully, it's still good. Please, please, please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading my things!

Masterlist

The front door shut close, leaving the living room just a bit more silent now that its previous company had just departed. You look back towards your remaining two house guests, the smile already unable to stop from forming on your face. You'd been hoping for some alone time with both Ghost and Soap, and it seems fate would smile on you tonight, for now, you had both of them here.

You invited the whole team back over to your place for the weekend, after having just come back from an op with both Price and Gaz, which lasted damn near over a month. The whole thing had been rather uneventful, to say the least; some reconnaissance and leads which went mostly nowhere (well, nowhere for your team; Laswell definitely had a heyday from the sound of things).

With how mind-numbingly dull the whole assignment turned out to be, everyone couldn't be happier to finally sit back and relax with some drinks and good company once back home. All night you spent recapping the events of the mission, including all the monotony which had conspired.

At one point, the most entertainment you could find out there had been both you and Gaz slowly "misplacing" Price's things -- unimportant items that wouldn't do any harm if left unnoticed. You had bets on how long it'd take for him to notice things slowly going missing everyday.

Surprisingly, you nearly got away with it for a whole week, until one morning when he finally questioned the funny look you two had on your faces when he'd been scratching his head, completely perplexed by the absence of his things. Price was in a better mood retelling the story than he had been in the moment.

Eventually, everyone started to disperse as the night went on -- Price got tired and left first, maybe an hour after that Gaz called it a night as well. Once they'd left, you found yourself in your living room with the only two mates you'd been thinking about all day, Ghost and Soap.

Only unbeknownst to both you and each other, both men had deliberately been trying to stick around, having shared the sentiment in wanting some long-awaited alone time with you... except the night keeps getting later, and they both keep giving each other increasingly odd looks, impatiently waiting for the other to leave so they could finally make a move on you.

Both Ghost and Soap have wanted you for a long time now, longer than either men cared to admit. Funnily enough, it was Ghost who'd caught feelings first.

It came to him as randomly as a Tuesday morning. You were just doing what you normally do. However, it had been your mundane actions that somehow drew him in initially. How you go about life with a smile and good attitude, the way you look at him when you found something funny, and the slight lilt to your voice when you talk and get excited. He would feel a lucky man indeed to be yours.

However, Soap had been the one to be more upfront about his interest in you, after developing feelings of his own. The Sergeant's likings to you came suddenly and without warning, but once they'd developed, it couldn't be more obvious that he was down BAD.

More often than not was he finding little excuses to touch you, whether it be a passing hand on the small of your back when squeezing by, or a congratulatory hug after a successful mission. Soap's suave charisma made it easy to do. And with the touching, it was always followed by some sly little line that would have you blushing and pulling at the fabric of your sleeve all shy-like.

He's slowly ramped the flirting up the more time passes, and Ghost knows if he doesn't at least say something now, then it won't be long before Soap takes the chance himself. Tonight had felt a perfect enough opportunity to finally make some waves, though, Soap was fast proving to be a formidable opponent.

"Jeez!" You stretch your hands over your head and yawn dramatically, both men's eyes luring a bit longer than they should have on you as you did so. "I didn't realize how late it was getting."

"Aye, same," Soap lets out a little yawn as well, making himself more comfy on your couch. "You don't mind though, no?"

"Not at all," you say. If only they knew how many nights you've spent letting one of the two men be your idle bedtime fancies into slumber. Wondering what it was they could be doing at that moment in time, and if they'd been thinking of you too. "I missed you guys."

"Aw, we missed you too, lass," Soap smiles at you, before his gaze drops over to Ghost's, who'd begun to glare.

He often forgoes the mask in more domestic environments like this with the team, the others having already seen him before. Though it didn't stop the man from forgetting not to wear his emotions on his face like he still had one on. You thought his eyes were expressive, but little had you all known it was only the tip of the iceberg.

Keeping calm and remaining stoic in combat is one thing, however, anger and disapproval came easy to him, in which case he rivaled for having the worst poker face you'd ever seen.

The Sergeant had taken this fouled expression for disagreement in his statement, even as the look had been for an entirely different reason altogether. Soap merely goes on, "Or, I missed you at least. Ghost might feel differently."

Bastard. Putting him on the spot like this; Ghost almost chuckles, the cheeky fuck. He knew what Soap was trying to do: subtly make himself look better in your eyes so that you choose him over the other.

Had he known better, Ghost would think Soap might actually be aware of the lieutenant's crush on you, by the way he smirked in his direction after saying it. He admits he hadn't expected Soap to partake in such petty games either; then again, this was a first, the two of them liking the same woman like this.

If this is how he plays, then Ghost thought only one thing -- Game on.

"Oh I'm sure you missed me too," you stand up from the couch now, twirling over to face him. "Right, Si'?"

"And then some, love," Ghost says.

Your smile brightens, and the man is ashamed to say that it gives him the warm fuzzies in these late hours. The way the living room lighting curved over your neck had also been a sight worth eliciting something deep within him.

Ghost takes a quick glance over at Soap, catching his less-than-excited reaction to the lieutenant's successful line. He has to remember not to grow too expressive at that moment. Not with you here at least.

You excuse yourself to the restroom shortly after, having paid no mind to the growing tension between your comrades. You'd all but taken the soothing atmosphere with you, leaving instead an awkward aura Ghost and Soap willfully drowned themselves in.

It's Ghost who speaks first, his dark eyes having watched your backside make its way down the hall and round the corner. The more drink he had in him, the less subtle his staring grew. Soap has noticed as much tonight especially.

"It's gettin' rather late." Ghost straightens up in his seat before finishing off his Bourbon and placing it back down on the coffee table. "Damn near one in the a.m. Yet you look proper cozy, mate."

"Aye, I am," Soap says rather proudly, further making his point by getting comfortable on the couch and taking another swig of his tequila. "Been too long since I been 'ere. Was startin' to miss layin' on the ol' thing," he rubs the cushion as though he were petting an old dog.

Ghost leans back in his seat now. "You stay over this late often, then?"

Soap pauses, having to double take that question, until his blue eyes fell on Ghost's brown ones, and he saw clearly what he was asking him.

He asks the man right back, "Do you, mate?"

A cocky little grin forms on the Scotsman's face. Had Ghost not been so wrapped up in you, it might have brought him to a pause there. Soap always did have a nice smile.

Soap didn't have to be a genius to know Ghost liked you though; he goes all but slack-jaw anytime you walk by him. Not to mention it wasn't a common thing for Ghost to be the one sticking around late during a get-together. He's normally the first to call it a night, in fact.

Only tonight, that hadn't been the case for him at all. No, Ghost was as planted in his chair as Soap was; they both might as well have sprouted roots. And they both had enough drink to muster up the right amount of bravado needed to keep this sudden, little interrogation going.

"I asked you first, Johnny," Ghost says, his deep voice laced with something more playfully cunning.

"And I answered you," Soap teases back.

"With a question."

"It's still an answer, no?"

Now Soap was just being deliberately obtuse. Ever since he knew he could do it, Soap's enjoyed pushing the lieutenant's buttons and getting a rile out of him. It's only increased tenfold over the last year, not that Ghost has tried to stop him.

Ghost leans forward now, resting his arms on his knees and furrowing his brow. "A'right, out with it, then," he says. "What's your game 'ere?"

Soap's brow furrows rather facetiously. '"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Don’t play dumb Johnny." The playful tone Ghost once used before has now since cooled, growing darker. "You know wha' I'm askin'."

Soap merely smirks, resting his arm back against the couch. "The same game you're playing, yeah?"

"And what game is that, Johnny?"

Soap can't help but laugh now, growing more and more cocky with each loaded exchange. On a normal day, Ghost might manage to intimidate the Sergeant every so often with his sheer presence, let alone his words. However, when it comes to women, Soap couldn't feel more in his element, especially up against his superior.

"One I'll beat you in."

Now it's Ghost's turn to have a laugh. A subtle thing, trapped beneath the burliness of his chest, though its deep rumble is audible enough, having warmed the Scotsman's cheeks at the sound.

"I doubt that," Ghost says.

"You underestimate my charm L.T."

Soap puckers his lips and kisses the air between the two men mockingly. As much as Ghost tried to hide it, the sight had made the air catch in his throat for a second. It's that usual, competitive nature about the Sergeant that really gets Ghost's blood pumping during these mutual bouts of bickering.

"My last statement still stands," Ghost chuckles. "So what? You thought I'd leave and you two would just go at it then?"

"I wouldn't say it like that," Soap says. "...But I was hoping to have some alone time with her, yes."

"And you figured on waitin' for the rest of us to vacate before making a move..." Ghost shrugs with affirmation. "...Clever man."

"Yeah, well, what about you?" Soap asks. "Clearly we're both still here for the same reason. What's your "game", L.T.?"

"It's not your concern."

Soap groans, sinking back in his seat, though he hadn't been surprised by his response. "Suppose it isn't, then," he says. "It's hers."

"That's right," Ghost agrees. "We can't both have her."

"Can't we?"

Ghost brings his eyes forward to Soap's, having thought his comment been a mere joke. However, once their gazes matched, Ghost could see that his Sergeant was dead serious.

Personally, Soap's never been opposed to the idea of a threesome. He'd even be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about it from time to time, as boyish as it sounds. Adding Ghost into that equation hadn't tripped him up much in the slightest either; Lord knows the lieutenant would be next on Soap's list if you weren't at the top of it already.

Still, Ghost had a hard time even picturing a scenario where something like that could happen, let alone with all three of you. No doubt the man had been interested in you, and for a while, he'd even felt something for Soap as well, feelings that haven't necessarily gone away.

Something with all three of you would no doubt be perfect, however, it just seemed...

"Let's be real here, Johnny." Ghost leaves it at that.

"Suit yourself," Soap merely shrugs, before a light bulb moment suddenly lets off in his eyes. "How about we bring this to the source then? Hey Y/N!"

"Soap-"

"Oi, calm down, mate," he smiles at him. "No point in beatin' 'round the bush, aye?"

You reemerge from around the corner, having heard their voices vaguely through your door this entire time, but not being able to put full words together. Not without having your ear pressed to the wall. From the "uh-oh" look you had on your face, though, something told the two men you were already preparing for them to say something crazy.

"What's up?"

Soap gives Ghost a final look, waiting to see if the man will protest. However, when he sees that he doesn't speak, Soap grins, turning back to you.

"If you had to pick between Ghost and I, who're you choosin'?"

"Pick for what?" you ask, certainly needing clarification. "For battle?"

Soap bursts out laughing, just now feeling how awkward it was going to be explaining this to you. "No," he says. "Like if you had to pick one of us to... I don't know, go out on a date with, who would you pick?"

You keep smiling at Soap like he's joking, waiting to hear him laugh, but once you see he hasn't budged, you feel your heart begin to race.

Your eyes grow wide, now suddenly embarrassed to have the spotlight on you. "You're seriously asking?"

Soap nods. "I am."

You look over at Ghost now. Surely this was just another one of Soap's antics. "You too?"

Ghost shrugs. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

You were hoping he wouldn't say that. But, if they were asking, then may God be your witness as you answer them.

Placing a hand to your chin, you pout to yourself and look back and forth between your teammates, sizing both men up for every physical feature they had to offer.

Your mind immediately goes to the gutter, not being able to help it. You've found them both distractingly good-looking ever since you joined the team, and you've more than thought about this before. Just never in comparison. Or out loud.

Soap looks like he'd be fun to play with -- he's eager, energetic, and even better, open-minded. Not to mention he was cocky too; you always liked a man who could talk his shit and back it up. With those big arms of his, he could just box you in against the bed and pin you down good and firm, as he drills into you, cooing that sweet little accent of his in your ear like he would. It made your body tingle just thinking about it.

And then there was Ghost; if there was any voice you wouldn't mind having growled in your ear while being fucked senseless, it was his. Unlike Soap, you just knew you wouldn't get it rough like you would from Ghost. You've lost count of how many times you've caught yourself gawking at him during sparring sessions or while out in the field, watching that bulking mass of muscle of his he called a body, manhandle any and everything in his way. Having him do the same to you in a more intimate sense never failed to make the lower parts of yourself start to throb at the thought.

After giving both men a good, long look, you sigh, letting your arms fall back to your sides.

"I can't choose."

"Ah, don't be shy now, lass," Soap says. "If you're worried about hurtin' our feelings-"

"No it's not that," you cut in. "It's just not an easy choice, you know?"

Ghost raises an eyebrow now. "Oh?"

"Oh, don't act all surprised, Simon."

"You like us both then?" Soap asks cautiously.

"I'd say so." You begin to smirk. "Why? What's going on here?"

The two give each other a look, before Ghost goes to explain things to you.

"We're just trying to figure out which one of us has a shot."

"Figures you should be the deciding vote, seeing as you're the subject of interest, lass."

You imagine you look pretty stupid standing at the center of your living room all wide-eyed like you do, but frankly, this just feels too good to be true. It hadn't been one of them that was supposedly into you, but both of them. If you could do a backflip, you'd do twelve right now, no questions asked.

But before you get head over heels about this, "So you're saying you both want me then?"

"In more ways than one, darlin'," Soap teases.

You glance over at Ghost this time, having taken note of his sudden silence. "You too, Simon?"

He hadn't necessarily been prepared to confess his feelings to you, not like this, and much less in front of an opposing audience. Still, Ghost wouldn't have his own Sergeant show him up so easily. Plus, the way your eyes lured at him this whole time had a chill running down his spine, making it hard to concentrate. So he nods, "That's right."

A devilish smile slowly creeps over your lips.

"Well, can't I just have you both?"

"Aye, that's what I'm sayin'!"

"Problem solved then, right?" You laugh.

"If only," Soap says. "Ghost didn't seem up for it when I brought it up earlier-"

"You puttin' words in my mouth now, Johnny." Ghost cuts in.

"Oh, don't switch up now L.T.-"

"Boys," you cut in before they've started going back in forth again, a playful smile still painting your lips. You were eating this up, if you were being honest. "Relax," you say. "We can... get to the bottom of this, yeah?"

Both your eyes shift over to Ghost, who now sits awkwardly to himself on the couch, hands resting motionless on his large lap.

"Well Simon?" You ask him. "Are you down?"

"I'm not one for sharing, love," Ghost coos at you.

You slowly make your way over to the lieutenant, your eyes looming over him like a panther that's just found its next meal. Ghost feels himself hold his breath, watching as you've paused just in front of him, your back now facing Soap, though you can feel his eyes on your backside, taking in the nice view of you, and feeling himself grow harder in his pants.

This close, having smelt your scent on the way over, and felt the remnants of your breath in the air between you two, Ghost could feel his mind beginning to slip out from itself, heading into dangerous territories.

He could see in your eyes you knew exactly what you were doing too. Exactly what you wanted to do. The ball was in your park, and that made you in charge from this point on. The only thing they needed to do now was listen. And Ghost was sitting at the edge of his seat, waiting to hear you.

"Come on, Si'," you say so playfully. "Don't be greedy."

Ghost merely scoffs, an awkward smile forming. "How can I not?"

As though to then challenge the man, you step even closer, placing yourself right at the brink between his legs, having now rested your dainty hands over his muscular thighs like a ledge to lean on. The man can't even stop himself from letting his hands rest on your hips, your body naturally shifting just a little closer as he's done it. Every little thing you did had him ready to tear you out of your clothes and devour you whole.

No, the man knows he's too greedy for his own good. If he had even the smallest taste of you, he wouldn't want your attention on no one other than him. Howbeit, looking back over towards the Sergeant only made him want to throw that caution out the window.

Soap doesn't see the man staring daggers into him at first; his blue eyes have been glued to your ass since you turned your back to him. For the short second he does glance up at the lieutenant, he grins daringly. Taunting him to go home and tuck tail so he could have you all to himself instead. Make this easier for him tonight.

That's just what Soap wants, Ghost thought. Here the opportunity was now to have you, and he's fumbling it away all because he feels he can't share with Soap. Saying it again in his head like that gets him thinking though. If that's the only hurdle between him and you fucking, then it seemed easy enough to step over.

He won't back down that easily, even if he has to "share" you. If you want him like he wants you, then you'll have him, however way you like, just as he'll have you.

Ghost brings his hands down and lets his fingers graze your ass just enough for the Sergeant to see since he couldn't keep his eyes off you. Sickly enough, he hopes the sight is driving the Scot mad. God knows Ghost feels mad enough himself.

The minute you've felt his touch on you, you hum pleasantly, stepping even closer, so that he could take better hold of your bottom and have your small body caged between his large arms and legs like walls, his face only inches or so from yours.

Ghost could feel himself getting more comfortable with the idea of sharing. At least when he had you to himself like this. Especially with how your hands have begun to leisurely rest over his shoulders now, keeping the man just as close.

"I knew you'd come around," you praise, your words now having the man feeling giddy, ready to take them to further levels.

"Just takes the right convincing," he hums.

"I'm feelin' awfully lonely back 'ere," Soap chimes in, doing the best he could not to sink so low as to start touching himself before being given the OK by you first, wanting to hear the words leave your pretty, little mouth. Even as his cock was already throbbing in his pants for some relief.

You merely chuckle, cocking your head back to look at the Sergeant. "I haven't forgotten about you, don't worry," you coo. "You just be a good little lad and wait a moment, yeah?"

Though he wanted to protest, step over, and take you all for himself, Soap did as you told him to and stayed put, continuing to let his eyes have their way with the parts of your body he's all but only been able to steal quick glances at before. He could only hope his patience would be rewarded; and so long as you keep talking to him like you are now, he'll wait until the sun rises if he has to.

You turn your attention back to Ghost, not having forgotten about his hands which oh so nonchalantly groped the cheeks of your ass, kneading and massaging his fingers into the backs of your thighs. He wanted nothing more than to keep letting his hands roam until they've found the center of you, his mind already playing the short gasps and moans you'd make with his fingers knuckle deep in you.

He knew you'd only make him regret it if he so much as did anything without your say-so first.

You reveled at seeing both men so eager and receptive to listen, given how fast this all went down. Frankly, it's got your head spinning so fast that you feel like you've just been drugged. However, rather than let that adrenaline crumble you down, you instead use it as chaotic fuel to your lustful actions.

You climb onto Ghost's lap like a backward chair, straddling him down with your thighs and rocking yourself against him. As he's felt you grind generously so, a tattered breath escapes his lips. Broken and faint. His expression does all it can do to remain as still as possible, only to fail, as his gaze lowers, bouncing between your eyes and lips.

Having his hands grow a mind of their own, Ghost lets them slide to your back, encouraging you to keep moving against him, which you do gladly, the lust bubbling down your lower half like a chemical reaction.

"Fuck, love," Ghost huffs out. "You're really takin' me for a ride right now, aren't you?"

"Hope you're buckled in," you tease, following it with another smooth sway of your hips, giving the man a deep grind hard enough to leave him breathing heavy.

Just when he's about ready to kiss you, you look back over at Soap, smiling. Your index finger lifts innocently, beckoning the man. "Come along now, big boy," you say.

You don't have to tell him twice.

In a matter of seconds, the man is behind you, towering over you and keeping you now sandwiched between both him and Ghost.

When you see they're both waiting on your next word, you chuckle to yourself, the power now starting to go to your head. To think, you had two of the deadliest men on your team damn near drooling, ready to fuck you. How could you not let it get to your head?

"Well," you give both men a final lurid, look, and say, "I'm waiting."

Soap and Ghost exchange wary looks, suddenly unsure of what to do with themselves now that they had you like this. Evidently, despite you already sitting on the lieutenant's lap, it's Soap who swoops in for the kiss first.

You feel his large hand push past your hair and curve around your jaw, his fingers grazing your neck before he's cocked your head back to give you a proper eye-fucking, before he's leaned down and smacked his mouth against yours, Ghost be damned.

You wiggle on Ghost's lap, your legs tightening over his thighs in an attempt to keep balance as the Sergeant all but swallowed you whole, his hands cupping around your face, keeping you from escaping.

Using the Sergeant as further support, you stretch your arms over your head and let them rest against Soap's shoulders like a warm wall, your hands cupping his face and keeping him just as pulled in, your tongues trading the taste of each other and your body unconsciously rocking over Ghost's crotch, feeling two sets of arousal brim in you from top to bottom.

Having you bouncing over his cock like this was driving Ghost feral, getting off on just the sight of you. Of course, watching you make precise work with Soap's mouth soon had the lieutenant wanting more, growing impatient waiting for the Sergeant to let up.

Ghost instead lets his hands cup over your breast, groping and massaging them generously through your shirt. His mouth finds your neck bare for his teeth, sinking them in lightly each time before he's left a heated kiss in its place, letting his lips travel down your neck until he's felt his tongue graze your collarbone, complimenting the kissing Soap gave you above.

Your mouth may be occupied by the Sergeant's, but your body belonged to the lieutenant, so long as you continued to bounce on top of him like you were.

He lets one hand leave your breast, sliding his fingers and letting them dig against your clothed skin, until it's ducked between your legs, beginning to fumble with the buttons of your pants.

It's here you've parted your mouth from Soap's, the man looking down at your doe-eyed expression, hungering for more. You see the tinge of excitement that lights up in the sky-blue of his eyes as he watches your hands make their way toward his belt, swiftly undoing it and pulling it from his waist. If Ghost would have his way with you, then you would have yours with Soap.

Ghost has slipped his hand into your pants just as you've sprung Soap's cock free of its trouser, his large member sitting in your palm like a heavy, third limb. Soap can barely enjoy the sight of you holding him so close before you've let your tongue tease over the head of him, sucking lightly at the tip and tasting the remnants of his precum on your tongue.

Soap lets his head cock back pleasurably, groaning out to himself with a smile. "Ah," he groans, "You're too good to me, Bonnie."

Soap lets his hands rest at the side of your head rather brutishly, lightly nudging your mouth further down onto his cock, his abs tensing as he listened to the light gags you let out. Despite his persistence, you kept control of yourself, making sure that your movements had the man locked into your touch. It hadn't helped that your mind was caught in two places right now.

Ghost let his two fingers massage against your clit as though he were tasked with his life to see the job done properly. The tips of his fingers dip between your folds and tease your hole, before letting your slick lubricate him, soon to return rubbing against your bud in ways that made the entire lower half of your body feel sore with lust.

And it hadn't been enough to have his hand down your pants making a ruined mess of you. Ghost's other hand very much continued to pluck and roll at your nipple, having slipped beneath your shirt at some point during the interaction, holding against you as you rocked yourself against his hand, your moans humming over the Sergeant's cock and sending a wave of euphoria down him as well.

With one hand still free, you decide it's time that Ghost enjoys himself as well. He watches your single hand with hungry eyes, slightly shaken and erratic from both his fingering and Soap's cock a mere inch away from hitting the back of your throat, the man's groans of approval like music to your ears. Your hand travels down to his belt and undoes it with ease before you've slipped him free of his jeans as well, your fingers taking in the very shape of him.

Your thumb grazes his dripping tip, letting it slick down his shaft before you've begun to pump at him, feeling the man's body tense at your touch. It makes his fingers against your clit lose their rhythm, but only momentarily.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathes out. "Just like tha', love."

The Sergeant glances down at the lieutenant, catching his dazed eyes locked on your bobbing mouth, taking in a full review of your work on the Sergeant's cock.

He could see it in the man's eyes, he was jealous, envious that he had your mouth all to himself while he had to settle for your hand. Granted your fingers danced about his shaft like an angel in her craft, though even he couldn't resist the allure that was watching your saliva dribble down his subordinate's cock, imagining the warmth of your throat struggling to take his entire length. You've felt his cock throb in your hands just at the thought, his hips faintly chasing your purposefully coy grip on him.

Soap chuckles, not being used to seeing his superior so awestruck and drunk with lust, hearing all sorts of noises and groans from the man he could never have imagined.

"Enjoyin' the show there, L.T.?" Soap teases, quickly following it by readjusting his hand on the side of your face, taking light hold of you to help further steady your already perfect rhythm.

In response, Ghost slips a third finger in you, listening to the carnal noises your cunt made at each thrust of his fingers, watching your mouth twitch over the Sergeant, momentarily struggling to suck him off through the moans that clawed out of you. That gets you to put more attention back on Ghost, your hand taking better hold of his cock and dancing over the large girth of him, keeping a steady motion until you've seen the wave-like rising and falling of his chest.

Through his light panting, Ghost taunts, "Got the best seat in the house, Johnny."

"Oh, is tha' righ', mate?" Soap licks his lips, and lets his eyes drop noticeably down to the lieutenant's cock, watching your single hand continue to pump at him, barely able to hold it all in one hand. It makes the Sergeant let out a teasing groan. "Shall we put it to the test then, L.T.?"

Ghost stares at the Sergeant, hungry for the man just as much as he starved for you.

"Be my guest, Johnny."

Hearing the two go back and forth had you giddy to see what both men had in store for each other. However, it had you just as eager to join in on the fray yourself.

After what felt like an eternity of having your drool dribble itself over the Sergeant's cock, you let your lips part from him, and with your other hand, remove yourself from Ghost as well, giggling at their kicked-puppy-dog expressions.

"I have a better idea," you say. You reach for the bottom of your shirt before pulling it over your head and discarding it at the edge of the couch. Once removed, both men fell on the same page rather quickly.

Soap's hands hastily fumbled at the clasp of your bra, before the fabric has fallen loose and your chest now lay bare for Ghost's full perusal. He hardly any time to truly enjoy it before you've momentarily climbed from him to rid yourself of the rest of your clothing, now standing a dripping, naked beauty of a woman.

Both men could do nothing more but stare, hands subconsciously stroking oneselves at the sight of you.

"Now," you say. "I can't have you both feeling so left out while the other fucks me."

"It would be cruel," Ghost quips gruffly, his eyes having been glued to your chest since he's seen your breast bounce so freely before him.

You step back over to Ghost, retaking your place over his lap and letting his cock rest thick beneath you, your sopping folds hugging warmly over him, sending a shiver down his entire body. You grind slowly, letting your fluids paint him, and wetting yourself good for what you were dying to have.

Ghost leans in, letting his hand rest on the small of your back and his lips caress the shell of your ear. "This is much crueler," he whispers. His hands immediately cupped over your breast again, recapturing the feeling of you and letting his hips lightly rock, chasing every part of you he could.

You lean forward until you've felt his nose brush the tip of yours and his breath tickle your lips.

"Don't get pouty now, Si'," you coo.

"Aye," Soap chimes in. "You're the one goin' first."

You look over at Soap playfully, leaning forward to pull him back in close by the hem of his shirt.

"I already told you two not to be greedy," you let your hand retake hold of him, your fingers curving over his girthy length gently. It shuts him up quickly, coming back in so closely to you both. "You two can share."

"What's your plan then, love?" Ghost asks, already having let his hand dive back down between your legs, gripping over his cock so the tip of his head could tease at your hole, wetness and slick coating you both.

You take your hand and you rub it against yourself, making sure every bit of your parts below had been lubed. You bring that same, dripping hand back up to Soap, before dressing his cock with your warm fluids, massaging the man, and feeling the grooves of his veins against your fingers throb.

"Now be a good little spotter and watch my back," you say playfully, before letting your eyes dip back down to Ghost. "I think the lieutenant's got the front covered."

Soap chuckles to himself, before you've felt his large hands rest gently against your bare shoulders, his callous fingers running down slowly to take a hefty handful of your ass, gripping the cheek tightly. He spreads you roughly, his eyes growing large at the sight of you, already knowing his cock would be more than a tight fit for you and devilishly longing for it.

As you've felt Soap rub his cock between your ass, letting your cheeks hug him, his hand digging possessively into your skin, you feel Ghost's hand lock over your neck, holding you there gently in front of him. That way your eyes could stay on him as his cock continued to gently nudge at your hole, only a single thrust away from finally entering you.

"You sure you can take us both?" Ghost asks.

"Wouldn't want to hurt you, lass," Soap adds in.

You position yourself better over Ghost, ready to retake your seat.

"I can handle myself, boys," you say. "Now, show me who wants it more."

You lower yourself on Ghost's cocks, feeling your folds begin to stretch and the grooves of your walls run by every vein and shape of him. It's too much at first, and he can see it in your wincing face, however, you keep lowering yourself, powering through that initial pain and instead letting that pressure boil in you like nothing you've ever felt before. It was overwhelming, and it had your lips quivering with silent moans already.

Just as you've felt your pussy start to take the full length of him, you've felt Soap tease at your second hole, his cock rubbing playfully at you, the tip dipping in ever so slightly, giving you a completely new feeling altogether. His cock stretches you just as much as Ghost's, both men easing your body to the shape of them all at once, and both waves of pleasure complimenting each other in ways that had your body shaking over them, unable to string words together.

"Fuckin' Christ, you're tight, Bonnie," Soap groans.

"Don't... stop...," you say desperately, wanting to squash any reluctance they may feel. The pleasure your body ached for was just now beginning to reach its peak. "...I can take it."

Once your body adjusted, it hadn't grown long before this slow easing had turned into an organized attack, both men pounding savagely into you.

You sat, nearly sandwiched between two men, your chest pressed against Ghost's as he hugged you to him, his cock bullying into you powerfully, the base of himself smacking against your pussy at each thrust.

In rhythm, Soap rests his chest against your back, planting kisses at your spine each time he's let himself thrust just a bit deeper inside your ass. Your hole gripped his cock so tightly it nearly pulled at him each time he came out, only to crash another orgasm-inducing thrust into you, both him and Ghost going back in forth like well-trained machines.

"That's right lovey, there you go," Ghost praises you, his breath fanning your ear. "You're takin' us so well."

In the midst of both men's vicious pounding, it felt as though every bit of you all had been entangled in some way. Hands clumsily felt, hugged, and tugged at one another, chests heaving and moans forming an opera within your living room.

When your tongue wasn't dipping itself into Ghost's mouth, then you're head was cocked back, having a few more kisses be stolen from you by Soap. At some points even, when you're face was buried in Ghost's chest attempting to muffle your moans, you've felt both men lean in to keep each other company in the meantime, rough lips pressed harshly to one another in a passionate kiss you only wished to mirror once they've parted.

Mouths part just enough to concentrate on breathing, each gasp of air being halted by yet another thrust from both ends of you.

Both men have felt an animal-like fury come out of them at each orgasm they've pulled, feeling your body tighten over their cocks and your limbs shake with pleasure, drool, and tears leaking from you, your mind completely scrambled after eleven straight minutes of this.

It isn't until Ghost has opened his eyes again, finding your face twisted with pleasure, and seeing the Sergeant's love-drunk expression -- eyes half-lidded with lust, biting his lip -- that Ghost feels himself finally at his end.

His fingers claw harshly into your skin, his pace growing punishable. Seeing the lieutenant move so carnally clicked in the sergeant's mind quickly what that had meant, already being at the brink of a climax himself.

You hug yourself over Ghost's shoulders, your body so exhausted you could pass out right now before they've even finished. Even so, you couldn't get enough of this sensation; this could go on for another hour if they wanted it to.

"...I'm ready for it," you moan. "Give it to me..."

Both men's cocks pulsate in you, your holes being filled to the brim with their cum, as it drips from you sloppily once they've pulled themselves out.

With heavy huffs, everyone in the room falls back onto the couch, taking a moment to themselves to regain their air. You still couldn't believe that just happened... that any of this had happened.

"So," Soap pants out, about ready to crash on your couch again. "Which one of us did'ye think wanted you more?"

You give Soap a sly look, baffled he would even ask you that right now. "I don't know."

Author's Note: The behemoth has been slain! I'm NEVER typing a request that is longer than 3k words ever again (this took me almost a month and a half to type due to my schedule). However, I am open to any requests for prompts with the CoD boys, though preferably none that are straight smut (I'm kind of burnt out on it atm :/).

I do hope you enjoyed this, however, and please feel free to leave a comment or any feedback! Thank you again!

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[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

It would be a mistake to assume that both you and Gojo remain unaware of each other's feelings. "I love you" was never said, and neither of you ever looked at each other in a sexual manner. And yet there was this deeper bond of understanding, this conviction that one could count on the other. This unconditional acceptance.

There are many definitions of love, yours was at a level... That was hard for you to define. Gojo never thought about you in an erotic way. Not because you didn't excite him, but because he never allowed himself to. The chemistry between you was different than in the romantic movies he tortured his mind with. He knew that they presented an exaggerated picture of reality and never talked about what happened after "happily ever after".

And considering how strong his sex drive was, especially as a teenager, it was hard for either of you to even consider something. To some things you just have to mature into.

With his first time he didn't remember, he learned to control his stress level through sex. Easy, quick to pleasure. A shot of dopamine. He had no problem picking up a woman. They were drawn to him like flies, and so were the men. If not for his looks, then for the thickness of his wallet, or for his status as the strongest - If he felt like having sex with someone from the world of jujutsu.

The names were unimportant, he couldn't remember anything about these people. The relief from stress that didn't solve the problem only temporarily gave him a sense of control over his life.

And then there was you.

As a teenager, he treated you meanly. The weakest, the punching bag, the person to be bullied. It was also a way to relieve stress. Especially since despite his behavior, you never hated him. You reacted with a roll of your eyes, a sigh, a wry smile, or a shake of your head in disbelief. He had several conversations with Yaga to come to his senses and calm down, so that he wouldn't treat you meanly...

Your relationship with Gojo can be measured by turning points when the obvious just hit your consciousness so hard and his. One of the first things that caused him to evolve from being an abuser to being mean towards you was when he realized that you cared about him.

∆∆∆

Geto was still there, Riko wasn't even in the picture. You were supposed to come to the evening study for the theory exam on the history of jujutsu with Geto and Gojo. Shoko was the only one to pass the exam on the zero date.

"Gojo hasn't returned from his mission yet?" You asked as you entered the men's dormroom.

"Nope." Geto replied, lazily turning pages in his textbook. He lay on his bed, relaxed. You frowned in surprise.

"Has he contacted you?" You asked, sitting on the ground next to Geto's bed, placing your backpack on the ground.

"Nope." And again silence.

...

...

Weird.

...

...

You looked at the time on your phone.

...

...

...

"Who saw him last?" You asked suddenly.

"Nanami? He was supposed to be on a mission with him." Geto looked at you sideways and smiled slyly. "Are you worried?"

You didn't answer. Without a word, you grabbed the phone and dialed Kento's number. You felt your heart begin to beat faster in your chest and a nasty sense of anxiety slowly crept over your body.

"Ken... When was the last time you saw Gojo?"

"None, good evening?" He asked, clearly sleepy, he must have been dozing. "Around noon? We finished and he was supposed to go back to the dorms." He replied right after.

"... So for the past eight hours... You haven't had any contact with him?"

"Lucky me." He laughed quietly and remained silent. You remain silent. You both were silent. "Um... He didn't come back?"

"... No..."

"Uh, he's probably wandering around somewhere again. Call him however if you need."

So you did. No signal. As if his phone was turned off. It's not like he's never stood you up. It's like he hasn't let anyone know about him for eight hours. He's usually everywhere. And now the silence, and that silence, has taken over you. You called Shoko, his favorite cafe, a few people. No one had any signals from Gojo today.

You were already breathing rapidly, your eyes were wide open and you were nervously biting your lower Lip. Nobody cared? Nobody else was interested? You tried calling Gojo again. Still nothing. Your brain had already created an image of the dead body of the Chosen One somewhere in the bushes. Who and with what killed him - that wasn't important.

"Y/n calm down... He'll be fine." Geto tried to reassure you. You weren't listening. You were now thinking of Gojo not as the strongest alpha and omega in the universe, but as Satoru - a mean asshole who would commit suicide by jumping from his ego to his IQ level. Your hands were shaking.... You had to do something.

"I'll go look for him..." You whispered more to yourself than to Geto. "I'll start from where he had the mission... And then..." Logic. Have you thought about calling Yaga? Yes. But until you were sure, you didn't want to worry him.

"BOO!" Satoru jumped out of the closet. It turned out he had been hiding there the whole time. "You fell for it! Look at her face!" Gojo burst into tears of laughter. "If you could only see yours..." He didn't finish. He could clearly see the emotions on your face. Fear turned to surprise. Surprise to happiness. Happiness turned into anger. Your cute grimace of anger was bigger, more dangerous, he hurt you. "It was just a joke!" He shouted as if in self-defense, spreading his hands to the sides. "It's not my fault you're stupid!" Poorly chosen words... Fuck... Gojo felt like he had to explain himself and show you that you could have guessed... It wasn't hard! "Look. My shoes and jacket are in the room. Food on my bed. Phone on airplane mode."

"Geto..." Your gaze wandered to the black-haired man who shrugged, amused by the joke more than surprised by your reaction.

"He bribed me." He explained as if that excused him.

"I am the strongest, you weakling!" Gojo crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you seriously fall for something bad happening to me?" He asked in disbelief. His smile turned forced. He couldn't change his stance now, not in front of you. "You're so stupid! Weak and stupid! All you had to do was look around a little! Think!"

"Arrogant, self-centered, boor, simpleton, pig, man whore...." You spoke quietly, tightly clenching your hands into fists, you were shedding tears of anger, happiness, shame.... At the same time. And your gaze fixed on Gojo was slowly killing something in him. With each passing second the urge to apologize grew within him, still less than 1% but still more than he had ever felt. "I'm leaving. I don't want to see you now..." You wanted to leave, but his hand involuntarily grabbed your wrist, you quickly pushed him away. He didn't fight. "I was worried something happened to you, idiot!" And you ran out.

Gojo stood agitated, surprised, his eyes wide open and his mouth parted. For the first time he truly felt that someone cared about him. Someone ignored the obvious. Someone cared.

"I told you it was a bad idea..." Geto only commented, sighing heavily.

∆∆∆

Since then, Gojo has never doubted that you care about him. And every time he sees the worry on your face, he is so happy. How much you want to help him. That you don't assume he's the best - although he is; the strongest - that's without a doubt; perfect - in every way. And even though his ego is boiling with anger now, underneath it all is Satoru, the soul of the man who smiles when he sees that you care.

"Could you help me?" You shouted pretentiously as you rummaged through the pile of rubble. You were in the Old Temple (or rather what was left of it). Gojo was sitting on a pile of stones, staring at you with a stupid smile.

"do you know that it's not nice to take advantage of smaller ones?"

"You'll remain this little for a long time if you don't help me! Don't you care about going back to your normal size?" You muttered under your breath.

Good question... Does he really care?

[rainyweeds]

Always have

Pairing: Lo'ak x Reader

Summary: You find yourself falling for a boy who doesn't quite feel the same way. Not until you spill your feelings during an argument with him.

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited Love, Arguments, Hurt/Comfort, Probably Some Swears, Eventually Requited Love, Fluff

A/N: I felt like Lo'ak needed some love (And a couple comments) so here it is! I really tried I promise. So enjoy! (Update about Home is where the heart is at the end)

@yawntutsyip who wanted to be tagged 🤭

The moment he and his family arrived. You felt something. Something that could only be described as weird. But not in a bad way, no. Your heartbeat quickened and your palms felt sweaty. Even when your mother walked up to him and displayed his five-fingered hand, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

"My children will teach yours." Your father spoke. Ao'nung only scoffed while Tsireya smiled. You remain silent, helping the family take their belongings to their marui. After they settled down, you and your siblings pull the kids out and towards the ocean.

The three of you jumped in, assuming the newcomers would follow right after. As you swam deeper, you turned to wave them over. But they don't seem to understand because they immediately point to the surface, swimming up for air.

'What's wrong with them?' You sign to your siblings.

'I don't know' Ao'nung signs back.

Tsireya starts swimming back up towards the others, signalling for the two of you to follow. You break the surface, inhaling a short puff of air. When you see three siblings gasping for air, you can't help but let out a small laugh. They really are like babies.

"We can't understand your... finger talk." One of the boys wiggled his fingers.

"We will teach you." Tsireya led everyone to a rock.

And so you did. Meeting up with the family everyday to teach them the basics of living in Awa'atlu. Although the process was long and tedious at times, you watched them all grow into fine young divers. You even formed some sort of friendship with each of them. A few more than others.

Kiri was a natural when it came to bonding with her surroundings. So you didn't really feel the need to watch her as closely as the others. Instead, you'd show her some of your favorite places underwater.

You would always take time out of your day to play with Tuk whenever you had the chance. The young girl absolutely adored the water and always sat with Kiri when you'd go out on your ilus.

Neteyam wasn't much of a talker which you were grateful for. It made talking with him so much easier. Being on the more quiet side yourself, you found his presence calming. Exactly how you imagined an older brother would be.

And Lo'ak. Eywa everything about him was mesmerizing. His eyes, his laugh, the way he would face everything head on. It felt like the two of you had much more in common than with any of the other siblings. With both of you being the middle child, you were often overlooked by your parents.

"Thanks for watching Tuk for a little while. Everyone was kinda busy." Neteyam smiles as he bends down to pick up his younger sister.

"No worries! I love playing with her." You smile back.

As the two of you begin walking back to your maruis, you hear arguing in the distance. Neteyam quickly sets Tuk down and makes his way to the noise.

"How about we get you home?" You offer the younger girl your hand. She happily accepts it as she skips the rest of the way home.

When you drop her off, you quickly sprint over to where Neteyam had previously walked off to. Only to see him and Lo’ak fist fighting with your brother and his friends.

“What happened here?!” You run over to Kiri.

“These knuckleheads decided to get into a fight.” The girl sighed. You look back at the group to see Lo'ak getting dragged back by his tail, hissing in pain. That had to have hurt.

"How could you get into a fight with them?" You watched as your father scolded Ao'nung. Despite not being involved in the fight at all, you and Tsireya were forced to sit off to the side and listen. "And why didn't you do anything?" He finally finished scolding the boy, but instead projecting the frustration onto you.

"Me? What could I have done? They're all taller than me!" You snap back defensively. Normally, you would bow your head in shame and apologize. But this time, you genuinely had no idea what you could have possibly done wrong.

"You should have at least tried to break them up instead of standing there!" He raised his voice. You physically recoiled at the sudden shout, ears lowering. Your father wasn't one to yell but when he did, it scared everyone.

"Yes father. I'm sorry." You can't look him in the eyes as tears begin to well up.

"Dismissed." He waves the three of you off. You immediately rush out of the marui. With no particular destination in mind, you find yourself sitting in the large forest behind the village.

You silently sit on a tree branch far away from the clan. Hoping to avoid any interaction with anyone. But of course, Eywa seemed to be out of your favor when you heard a twig snap at the base of the tree.

"Hello?" You peer down.

"Oh. Sorry I didn't realize someone was already here." You heard a familiar voice below you.

"Lo'ak?" You spot the dark blue na'vi. "What are you doing here?"

"I could be asking you the same thing." He hoisted himself onto the branch next to you.

"Just getting away from my father." You mumble. "I got scolded for not stopping the fight earlier."

Lo'ak let out a chuckle. "Same here. Except I actually got into the fight."

You laugh. Ao'nung would always get home grumbling about how the entire family was 'just a bunch of freaks' in his words. But ever since you were given the chance to get to know all of them, you were able to make your own opinions on them. And you could practically feel that you and Lo'ak would get along.

And your feeling was right. The two of you spent the next hour talking. You learned about the forest where the boy grew up. How the plants and animals varied. It sounded fascinating.

It wasn't until you remembered you still had duties to complete that the both of you made your way back to the village.

"I'm supposed to apologize to your brother now. I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." You smile.

Lo'ak begins walking towards the shore, spotting Ao'nung in the distance. You watch contently as he swam off before returning to your duties.

Eclipse was near as you sat in your family marui for dinner. Everyone sat around the table as your mother helped plate the food. You quietly ate your food as Ao'nung walked in, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"What's with the look." You playfully elbow him as he takes the spot next to you.

"Nothing." He began eating.

As soon as you and your sibling finished, you excused yourselves to have some free time around the village. The three of you wandered around the shore, enjoying the time you had off. Soon enough, you heard footsteps approach you. It was Neteyam.

"Hello Neteyam." You greet the boy. He gives you a curt nod and turns his attention to your siblings.

"Have any of you guys seen Lo'ak? Nobody knows where he is."

“I haven't seen him since he went to apologize.” You trail off. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. “Ao’nung… When was the last time you saw Lo’ak?”

“I just took him out.”

Before you could say anything else, Neteyam grabbed your brother by his queue and dragged him towards his marui. “Tell them what you told me!” He shoved the boy in front of his parents.

A search party was sent out after Jake and Neytiri went to your father, Tonowari, to relay what they heard from Neteyam and Ao’nung. All of you waited anxiously for the party to return and when they did, you saw Lo’ak being carried to shore.

You immediately rush over to the scene where Lo’ak was being tended to.

“I pray for the strength to not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.” Neytiri hissed towards her son. 

“Ao’nung knew better than to take him beyond the reef.” Tonowari forced Ao’nung to kneel in front of the family. “The fault lies with him.”

“No.” Lo’ak interjected. “It was not Ao’nung’s fault.”

You watched as Lo’ak covered for your brother, claiming the whole ordeal was his idea and that Ao’nung was really trying to stop him. An obvious lie. After Jake dragged his family away, you decided to follow them. It seemed like your brother had the same idea.

“Why did you cover for me?” Ao’nung made his way over to Lo’ak’s side.

“Because.” The Sully boy looked up at him with sad eyes. “I know what it’s like to always be the disappointment.” 

The statement tugged at your heartstrings. You knew the feeling of disappointing your family all too well. The way you seemingly always got some sort of blame for whatever happened. How you couldn’t do anything right.

You walked with your siblings and Lo’ak back to his marui, wishing his a good night before heading back to your own. 

“You better start acting nicer towards them.” Tsireya punched Ao’nung on the shoulder. 

“Yeah yeah.” He simply rolls his eyes.

“She’s right, you skxawng!” You side with your sister. “They’re good kids.” 

From that point on, Ao’nung did indeed start acting nicer towards the Sully children. Helping them ride their ilus properly and how to hold their breath for longer periods of time. The three of you even brought them to the Cove of Ancestors. You and Lo’ak grew closer as well. You felt the need to keep an eye on him in case something were to happen. 

The two of you were sitting on the sand, listening to the waves roll in from the ocean. You were digging around for shells while Lo’ak was just sitting under the sun. 

“Oi.” You nudge him with your foot. “Help me find pretty shells.”

Lo’ak only groaned and rolled onto his side, facing away from you. You let out an annoyed huff before pushing the boy over onto his face. “What was that for.” He grumbles as he wipes the sand off of his face.

“Help me.” You gesture to the small basket of shells you brought along with you. “Just for a little.”

“Fine.” He reluctantly sat up.

You pulled him towards the water, searching for the best possible materials. Gathering a few and placing them in the basket, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Lo’ak holds out a shell for you. A beautiful black shell with a light blue tint on the inside. He places it in your hand, smiling. “It reminded me of you.”

“It’s beautiful… I love it. Thank you Lo'ak.” You feel a heat creep onto your cheeks.

Once you were content with the amount of shells you collected, you happily skip towards your marui. You hum to yourself as the idea of weaving jewelry for your family comes to your mind. Lo’ak silently watches your energetic figure with a smile. You were just in your own world.

Soon enough, the two of you reach your marui. You turn to face Lo’ak who had willingly walked you all the way back from the beach. “Thank you forest boy.” You grin. But the boy didn’t seem to hear you. He was looking off into the distance. “Lo’ak?” Your hand finds his forearm.

“Huh? Sorry I didn’t catch that.” He tears his gaze from the distance to meet your eyes once again. Confused, you look over to where his attention was a mere seconds ago. But all you could see was Kiri, Tuk and Tsireya all building a castle in the sand.

“I was just saying thank you…” You try to figure out what he was looking at. Was he just watching his siblings? No. He wouldn’t stare that long at them. But the only other person there is Tsireya.

Oh. Oh. It finally clicked in your head. It all made sense now. Whenever his sisters and yours were together, he was never watching Kiri or Tuk. He was watching Tsireya.

“Yeah. You're welcome.” He doesn’t even bother looking at you this time. You silently slip into your marui, thoughts weighing heavily in your mind.

Learning that Lo’ak liked Tsireya was the worst possible piece of information you could have ever come across. You found yourself constantly watching the two of them to the point where everyone around you began noticing. Everyone minus the two in question.

“You’re staring an awful lot.” Kiri walks up behind you. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” You quickly dust yourself off, standing up to face the girl. 

“You should at least try not to make it obvious.” She rolls her eyes.

Kiri was the first to find out about your crush on Lo’ak way before you would even admit to it. So when you finally caved and felt the need to spill your feelings to someone, she was right there. And although she did tease you, she still fully supported your–in her words– horrible choice in boys.

There was no denying that the both of you saw how close Tsireya and Lo’ak had become. Yet your heart couldn’t bare the thought of Lo’ak smiling so brightly with someone other than you. Call it possessiveness. Or jealousy. But you just couldn’t help it. The boy was perfect.

“He said he was going to take her to the Cove of Ancestors tonight.” Kiri nodded towards the pair.

The Cove of the Ancestors? 

“No way. That- He can’t.” You inhale a sharp breath. Maybe she’s just showing him your clan's spirit tree again. Yeah right. You knew exactly why he was taking her.

“He’s going to. So you better tell him before it’s too late or you can suffer in silence.” Kiri stated. You knew she meant well, but her words sent a pang to your chest.

“I’ll try…” You sigh.

You sat in your marui, contemplating whether you should actually try and pursue Lo’ak. Or just back away and accept the loss. Yeah right. You were at least going to try.

As the sky darkened, Tsireya quickly excused herself after finishing her dinner. You do the same shortly after, quietly sneaking out to find your sister. She patiently waits by the docs, placing the saddle onto her ilu. Lo’ak shows up shortly after, calling for his ilu.

The two of them quickly mount their ilus, slowly emerging themselves into the water. Once they’re a good distance away, you call for your ilu to follow them. 

You break the surface just before reaching the cove. Taking one last breath before guiding your ilu underwater. The spirit tree illuminates the way for you as you spot the two teenagers. 

They’re both connected to one of the tree’s many branches, calmly floating as they connect with the great mother. You watch as they remain still for a long period of time, not moving a muscle. If they weren’t going to move any time soon, you would need to swim back up for air.

To your luck, Lo’ak disconnects his queue from the tree, signing to Tsireya with his hands. You’re too far away to see exactly what he said but the two of them began swimming to the surface. Watching as they tread water to stay above the surface, you feel your lungs begin to constrict and your throat begin to burn. You needed air.

Without thinking, you rush up to the surface a few meters away from Lo’ak and Tsireya, gasping for breath. The teens immediately turn their attention to the sudden disturbance. You meet their gazes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey guys… What are you doing here.”

“Why are you here?” Lo’ak pulls Tsireya closer to him.

“Oh- I was just uh…” You couldn’t think of an excuse. 

“Were you… following us?” Tsireya narrows her eyes at you.

“No..?” You awkwardly deny the statement. Both of them could tell it was a lie. You were never good at lying anyways.

The two teens called for their ilus, deciding that it was best to head back to the village. As they left, you anxiously followed them, neither of them saying anything to you. But you could feel Lo’ak glaring daggers at you as you swam beside Tsireya. 

When you finally reached the docs, you immediately started walking back home. Tsireya quickly caught up to you with Lo’ak right behind her. The three of you reached your family marui and Lo’ak bid Tsireya a good night. You were about to walk into the pod when you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you away.

You found yourself sitting on a fallen log, Lo’ak pacing back and forth in front of you. He hadn’t said a word to you since you got caught in the Cove of Ancestors. “Look. I didn’t-” You break the silence.

“Why the hell did you follow us.” The boy cut you off. “How did you even know we were going?”

“Kiri told me…” You lower your head. “I was just-”

“I don’t care what you were trying to do! Fuck. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” He let out a string of foreign curses.

“Why were you even there?”

Lo’ak finally stopped cursing to look at you. Like the answer wasn’t obvious but you just wanted the verbal confirmation.

“I was going to tell her my feelings for her but obviously that didn’t work out.” He referred to the moment you interrupted them.

You sat silently as Lo’ak went on about how you screwed up his plans to confess to your sister. Emotions begin bubbling up as you feel something in you snap.

“It’s always ‘Tsireya this’ or ‘Tsireya that’! What does she have that I don’t?!” You shout. All the anger you’ve kept inside finally spills out like a flood. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?! She’s there for me! She sees me!” He returns your shouting.

“I see you! I always have! From the moment I saw you and the moment we met in the forest! And when you get scolded by your father? I understand how you feel!” You stand up to meet his eyes. 

Where did it all go wrong?

“No. You don’t. Not like Tsireya does.” Lo’ak clenches his teeth, a cold glare plastered on his features. “She’s always there for me.” He has nothing more to say to you. Turning on his heels and walks back towards the village.

It’s over. You messed everything up.

Once you’re sure the boy is out of sight, you collapse onto the mossy ground beneath you. Tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. 

You were done with everything. Every time you saw Lo’ak, you immediately turn the other way and run. And it’s not like he tried reaching out either so you didn’t bother. So when Kiri picked up on your behavior, she asked you about it. What she wasn’t expecting however, was for you to tear up at the mention of her brother's name.

The two of you sat in her marui, everyone else was out so you had the place to yourselves. You told Kiri the whole thing. She comforted you and helped you get your mind off of her skxawng brother.

It went on like that for weeks. You and Kiri became inseparable, always around each other. You liked her company. She wasn’t loud and mischievous like Ao’nung, but she still enjoyed shit talking about others –usually her brothers– unlike Tsireya. 

Kiri walked you to your marui after calling it a day from swimming for medicinal materials all afternoon. You enter your marui to see both of your parents waiting for you silently.

“We asked you to help Tsireya with collecting fruit today.” Tonowari waited for you to sit down. You froze. You completely forgot about that. Too busy helping Kiri.

“I apologize. It must’ve slipped my mind when I finished my other duties this morning.” You bow your head down.

“Enough with the excuses!” Your father boomed. “I do not need to hear about you being lazy. Tsireya had to collect them all by herself because you ‘forgot’.” 

You feel your ear slowly fold against your head as you continue to stare at the floor. The look of disappointment from your parents was too much to bear. You continue to listen to your fathers lecture before he finally dismisses you, waving you out of the marui. 

What you didn’t notice, was someone had heard the entire thing.

Lo’ak left the scene before anyone noticed his presence. He heard your father scold you with harsh words and disappointed looks. When you ran out of the marui, he almost followed you into the forest. 

Almost. 

He couldn’t get the argument out of his head. How you poured out your feelings to him and he just waved them off like they were nothing. You did nothing to deserve that from him. How could he do that to you?

‘I see you! I always have.’

You truly did see him. He was just too blind to realize it.

‘I understand how you feel!’

You did understand him. What it’s like to disappoint your parents.

How could he be so stupid? He was so busy chasing after Tsireya when you were right in front of him the whole time. And despite how foolish he was at times, you were there to help him. Lo’ak quickly snapped out of his thoughts. He had to make it right with you.

“What do you want bro.” Kiri stood in front of Lo’ak, arms crossed. A few minutes ago, she was peacefully helping Neytiri make dinner when they were suddenly interrupted by Lo’ak dragging her away. “Mom still needs my help.” She sighs.

She begins to walk away when Lo’ak holds her back. “I need to make things right.” He mumbles. 

“Then why are you coming to me? I’m not the one you should apologise to.” He knew she was right. But he was really hoping Kiri would help him. Lo’ak stared at his sister with pleading eyes. All she could do was sigh. “All you need to do is talk it out.”

And so that’s what he did. The next day, the first thing he did when he left his marui was go looking for you. When he found you, you were wandering along the beach looking for shells. You were so busy looking for brightly coloured shells that you didn’t notice the boy walking up to you.

“I found a shell you might like.” He held out a pale green shell he found the day prior to give to you as a peace offering.

“It's wonderful. Thank you.” You take the shell, not looking up at who just gave it to you.

“Can we talk?”

You finally look up from the sand at the boy who stood before you. Lo’ak silently waited for your answer as you grabbed your basket of shells. “Come.” You took him back to your marui.

He watched as you set the basket down and took a seat on the floor. Gesturing for him to sit in front of you. “What is it? Tsireya is busy right now.”

“I’m not here for Tsireya.” Lo’ak responded, fidgeting with his fingers. All of a sudden, he found it impossible to look you in the eye. “I came to apologise.” He continued.

When you don’t say anything, he takes it as a sign to keep going. “I was stupid. I failed to notice your feelings and ended up hurting you. You don’t have to forgive me but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You listened contently as he spouted apologies. Taking note of how he never met your gaze. “I forgive you skxawng.” You smile, lifting his head up to look at you. A blush made its way onto his face as you gave him a kiss on his forehead. 

“I see you.” He leaned his forehead against yours. Finally reciprocating the phrase you told him weeks ago.

“I see you, skxawng.”

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading this! It was much longer than I thought it would be but it's done!

I currently have a massive writers block for the series right now so I will post a few fics like this until I get my groove going.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day/night!

[rotbit]

The Worm Question

Genre: Fluff

Format: Oneshot (wc: 900)

Content: gender neutral reader, Izaya being a little controlling (just in case), Izaya being bad at feelings

Notes: I just want to comfort him fr, he's my messed up little meow meow.

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The room was oddly quiet. A rare moment of peace, where all you heard was keyboard tapping, books being shelved, and the hushed noises of the city. This type of moment had grown unfamiliar ever since your relationship with Izaya.

If it were up to you, right now you would be at home, snuggled in bed. You would count the stars visible from your window, and let the moonlight kiss your eyelids as you drift to sleep. 

But it wasn't up to you. It was up to Izaya.

Last time you tried to go to bed without him, he had you fired from your job so you wouldn’t be as tired. The defense he used was that he could support you no problem, therefore, working a meaningless job was just a waste of your time and energy. Besides, all you did was complain about it and wish you could quit, so why wait? Once you got past the shock that he made the choice on his own, you realized he was right. That job drained you of everything you had, yet you felt obligated to stay. After all, the moment Izaya gets bored, you'll go back to being just another human, right? Yes, he should have included you, but you've come to learn that Izaya has an odd way of showing that he cares. So, instead of a restful evening, you sit on the couch in his office and wait for him to finish up whatever last minute work needs to get done. To fill time, you read a book. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it gave you something to do.

At some point, the keyboard stops. You stay focused on your book, waiting for Izaya to announce the end of the day like he always does. For a moment, you only hear distant cars. So, you startle a little when Izaya suddenly appears in front of you. He stands there for an awkwardly long amount of time as you continue to ignore him. Sighing, he sits down next to you, folding his arms behind his head. 

You’ve come to recognize this behavior as a test, as you expect most of his actions to be. But right now, you aren’t feeling up to being his entertainment. Not sparing him a glance, you turn the page, creating an almost deafening sound in the silent room. He remains still, and you start to consider reaching over just to make sure he’s breathing. Before you decide, he speaks up.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Behind you, Namie poorly stifles a laugh as she leaves to go home. You close your book and rest your elbow on top of it, rubbing your eyes. The questions he asks are never literal, so you take a moment to try deciphering what answer he’s really looking for. Was he trying to annoy you? Was he looking for a deep philosophical discussion about the morality of a human loving something that isn’t human? Is this a weird jab towards Shinra?

When no punchline is delivered, you peek past your hand at him for a clue. His head is propped up by his arms, facing forward with his eyes closed. There was a slight furrow in his brow, and his entire body looked tense.

Was he actually just asking for validation in the strangest way possible?

It’s no secret that Izaya is horrible with vulnerability. At times, your relationship felt like a mutual agreement to exist in each other's space and nothing more. Even ‘love’ was a foreign term outside of his blanket remarks, neither of you venturing to use it in a personal context. Regardless, you thought he had a little more dignity than to hide behind a school girl question like that. You set your book down on the coffee table before swinging yourself into his side.

“If you were a worm,” you pause to snuggle closer to him, “I would put you in a big tank of the richest dirt I could find, and feed you little cut up strawberry pieces.”

He doesn’t respond, although you feel his shoulders relax. Both of you stay like that for a while. You take note of the fact that his heartbeat is slightly quicker than usual, and his breathing is a little deeper.

"Do you think," he shifts to create some distance, "Worms can even feel love?" 

"Izaya, you are not a worm."

His eyes peek open to look at you. That wasn't the answer you were supposed to give. To have no regard for the careful dance around his true meaning, is boring. Not even a smile cracks his face as he stands up, ready to leave. You grab his wrist.

"Worms are a lot less complex than humans," your words bring a slight twitch to the corner of his mouth, "They don't think, nor have emotions in the first place. And if it were any other worm, I wouldn't care. The important factor is that it's you."

Despite his attempt to keep a neutral expression, you still notice the light in his eyes when he looks back at you. A swift grin splits his cheeks to cover up with his usual bastard energy. "How cute," he coos, pulling his arm from your grip, only to take your hand in his.

He may never acknowledge this moment ever again, but the tight squeeze around your palm says more than enough.

[holly-fixation]

Three... Guards? Ch4

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

Still, the boys always managed to make mistakes.

Inspired by this prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien .

Please enjoy!

Chapter 4: Anxiety

Big Brother was different in this world. They just knew it. His lack of strength was expected, but his personality seemed to change too. He used much more emotion. He lied about the planes. He lied about being an ex-SOLDIER. The remnants had no idea why. But that didn't stop them from practically attaching to his hip. 

Yet his annoying friends kept trying to separate them. 

Jessie, Wedge, Barret, and Marlene all left after settling on a plan to find Biggs and find a new mercenary if Cloud could not fill the role. Jessie would work on 'circuitry' while staying with her parents to heal, a well hidden mission under those words that would easily fly past the boys if they truly were the age they seemed. None of the adults seemed too concerned for Biggs’ safety, especially considering the runaway mercenary wasn’t even strong enough to help Jessie. They just wanted to confirm he was okay and see if he was willing to join the next job. 

Now the five of them remained, the two childhood friends and the three children that brought them together. It felt weird to Tifa, so many people in her bar long after closing with no place to stay. Cloud insisted he could make due and find a place to sleep for the night, but Tifa refused to let him. She made a phone call to the landlady and all of a sudden Cloud had a new apartment. 

But where to put the boys. Tifa couldn't just leave them in the bar. And they didn't have nearly enough gil for any kind of inn even if they would leave Cloud's side. Her face scrunched in thought as she watched them analyze Cloud. Something about them, beyond their looks, just felt wrong to her. Something about their silence. Something about their mannerisms and determination. Something. 

“We're okay with sleeping on the floor,” Loz stated for the group, both others nodding in confirmation. 

Tifa gave Cloud an almost begging look to make the boys give him some space. But he didn't. Why didn't he? Why was he like this?

“They can stay in my apartment.”

The glint of concern in Tifa’s eyes nearly broke him. 

Thankfully, he turned and addressed the brothers. “If, you stay in my room while I talk to Tifa.”

They stared daggers at him, the youngest nearly igniting a flame with his glare alone. 

“I will come right back. Promise. Okay?”

They kept their glare for another second before looking at each other and silently communicating an answer. 

“Okay…” The eldest agreed for them with genuine sadness in his voice. 

Finally, Tifa thought, a moment alone. 

Another quick walk to Stargazer Heights and the boys visibly relaxed upon learning Big Brother’s apartment was right next to Tifa’s. This meant they could still protect him, clearly hearing everything beyond the thin walls due to their superior bloodline. Of course they did not tell Big Brother or Tifa any of this. They simply sat on the far side of Cloud’s apartment to keep suspicion low. 

“Cloud,” Tifa called in the calmest voice she could, but her heart was pounding and anxiety slightly muffled her control. “I know you feel obligated to help them since they helped you, but how long do you plan on allowing this?”

He took a breath before answering, “Tifa, you should’ve seen them. They did more than help. They gave every resource they found towards my recovery. I don’t know where I would be without them.”

“Are you trying to repay a debt? Or get them back home? Is there a goal or are we just waiting for them to end up in mortal peril and save them before we let them go?”

He shook his head. “I just don't want to abandon them. They're weird, and they're afraid. But I don’t think they have a home, Tifa...”

A shaky exhale left her lips. “Cloud…” fear leaked into her voice and she nearly whispered as if hiding from them even now, “They look like Sephiroth…” 

Before she continued, Cloud cut her off. “I know.” He seemed sincere. “I know what he did… I remember the fires the same way you do. But can we really blame them for something they definitely did not do? They’re kids.”

‘Kids’. Gods they were tired of people calling them that. 

“How do you know about Nibelheim?” She questioned breathlessly, terrified of the answer. 

“Because I was there?” He answered with slight confusion. “…Are you okay?” 

Tifa did not answer, probably frozen by Cloud’s knowledge of memories he should not have. 

“Hey…” The care in his voice almost made the boys gag. “Are you alright…? …Should I stay…?”

“Y-yeah…” She lied again. What was with these people and lying to each other? The remnants guessed they shouldn’t complain. They were certainly using it to their advantage. “Just… are you sure we can trust them? What if they’re his kids? What if they snap like he did? What if they’re lying to us and they’re actually super strong and they burn down Sector Seven-?”

They didn’t know what they heard as Tifa suddenly started sobbing and Cloud moved towards her. They had no idea he was holding her in a caring hug against his chest. Cloud stayed quiet to try to let her process her emotions, but he couldn’t deny the hell that was her pain. He would do anything to make it go away. 

“Kadaj already talked about burning monsters to the ground,” She stumbled through tears. She was holding it back all day, damming every shard of trauma stabbing at her sides each time she saw one of them. Every time they entered her gaze, no matter what they were doing, she saw him. She saw the man that killed her father. “What if- what if-”

Cloud only held her close and listened to every pained gasp. He didn't shush her. He didn't mumble breathless 'it's okay's. He didn't feed her any comforting lies. He just held her through the horrible wave that finally crashed against the shoreline. 

He did, however, hold her too tight, but she only told him when her breathing finally began to regulate. Though he completely let her go, she kept her hands on his biceps, trapping him close to her for a bit of balance as her body shook from the exertion. She didn't know what to say. 

Thankfully, Cloud finally found the right words. He spoke softly, his voice barely moving through the room to keep the calm silence undisturbed. “Worst case scenario, they're other experiments on the run from Shinra. Even if they are, they were hiding in the planes. They have no resources and no assets. I can't just abandon them. They haven't done anything. Not yet at least.”

She tightened her grip in silent protest.

“If they're too much and we can't find them anything or anyone, we bring them to an orphanage. Okay, Tifa?”

It took everything they had to growl low enough that Big Brother couldn't pick up on it. They couldn't leave his side until he found Mother. They would hunt him down if he abandoned them. 

A finally shaky sigh left Tifa's lips. “Okay… Okay…”

With hesitant agreement, the childhood friends stayed in silence for a bit before finally heading their separate ways. When Cloud finally entered his room, all of the boys visibly relaxed. 

“What did you guys talk about…?” Yazoo questioned shyly to hide their enhanced hearing. 

“Just what we're going to do tomorrow and how we'll handle it,” Cloud lied. He didn't want them to know the truth, but they recognized that immediately and said nothing. 

Without many more words, Cloud gave them the single bed sheet the apartment came with, besides the fitted sheet compressed to the mattress. Surprisingly the boys didn't fight for it. The youngest grabbed it first, and the two others shrugged before simply adjusting to the floor using their leather coats. for comfort and pillows.

* * * 

Each of them slept soundly before waking all at once to the sound of something collapsing to the ground beyond the wall, literally jumping to their feet. Cloud slowly placed the Buster Sword on his back. The brothers simply held their degrading knives at the ready as a pained groan followed. They looked to Cloud for what to do next. 

“I’m gonna check on them,” He spoke calmly. “You guys-”

“Are coming with you,” Kadaj interrupted and finished without missing a beat. “I saw him earlier. He’s very weak. Probably injured.”

Cloud was thankful for the advice. “Then just stay behind me.” All of them knew they wouldn’t listen, but they nodded anyway before their current party of four left the room. Even in the little time it took them to reach the neighbor’s door, more groans slipped through. Cloud practically scooted them out of the way when they tried to turn the handle. The blonde knocked. “Hey. You alright in there?”

Nothing but the same rough moans responded. The youngest looked up at Cloud and lined himself against the wall near the opening of the door. The other two stayed behind the adult.

He took a breath. “I’m coming in.” Carefully, slowly, he opened the door, scanning the apartment from the bed to the floor. But when they all looked up they saw him. 

Black leather coat. Perfectly long silver hair. Silver bands around gloved wrists. All of him stalking towards them with a menacing stare and a smirk on his face. 

Cloud tried to slash the threat with the Buster Sword, but it was immediately stopped by the doorframe. When he looked back at the enemy, it was tackled and pinned to the ground by the three brothers. The distraction gave him just enough time to readjust the blade and swung forward. 

“CLOUD, STOP!” 

Tifa’s voice knocked him out of his terror just long enough, but the blade slashed against the floor before he could stop it completely, just missing one of the boys that saved him. All of a sudden, the man before them blinked away, a tattered black cloak on a weak body remaining behind. 

What the hell just happened. 

Cloud didn’t get the chance to answer her coherently, stuttering through an attempted response. The boys went quiet as Tifa rushed to the doorway and saw her neighbor pinned to the ground. 

“What did you do? Get out,” Tifa commanded as she helped the man up, the boys scattering and reforming around Cloud. “This is Marco’s apartment. He’s got a few problems, but he’s not a bad guy. What did you do?” 

Cloud stuttered a response. “W…” his panic was still flowing through his veins, lessened but present. “We heard him fall and…” He couldn’t explain what he just saw, especially not to her. The boys didn’t aid him either with their silence. 

Tifa took a deliberate breath. “The landlady asks me to check on him every once in a while. Can I ask you to do the same?”

They all nodded. 

“Sure…” Her friend was the only one to respond. 

It didn't take long after that to settle Marco back into his apartment and get Tifa into hers. However, sleep was the last thing on Cloud’s mind as he herded the children back into his room. This time, he made absolutely sure his door was locked, and when he turned to face them, each one was rigidly flat against the back wall, glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes for any kind of help. If these ‘kittens’ had tails, they’d be puffed beyond belief. 

They knew exactly what they did, and though Cloud desperately did not want to bring this up, their similar appearance to the war hero of his nightmares was far too great to avoid now. “What happened back there?”

They didn’t know how to answer. They just locked eyes with him and stayed silent. Was Tifa right? But if they were like him at all, why would they save him?

“Just…” He tried a calmer tone. “Guys, just tell me the truth. What happened?”

They shook their heads.

“What happened to you?” Kadaj countered. Both remaining brothers gained a sinking feeling in their stomachs at the challenge.

“This isn’t about me; this is about you.”

“Clearly, this is about Marco.”

“You said you saw him earlier,” Cloud stated sternly. 

“And when I did he didn’t look like that!” 

All eyes landed on the shortest brother. He didn't mean to say that. Why was he slipping up?

“Keep your voice down,” The ex-SOLDIER commanded. They already proved what could happen with such thin walls tonight. “What did you see?” 

“What did you see?” 

“Stop trying to turn this on me-”

“I'll stop if you stop.”

He crossed his arms. “I will if you answer my question.” 

“You know the answer already-”

“I need to hear it from you.”

He violently shook his head of mercury hair. 

“Kadaj.”

“You saw something too! Why don’t you tell us what it was then?”

Yazoo silently vowed to never let his brother answer anything ever again. 

“Well I figured you’d know considering what he looked like.”

“What he looked like doesn’t change anything.”

“Clearly it does because you all attacked a man that looked exactly like your father-”

“HE IS NOT OUR FATHER!”

The air froze and deathly silence claimed them all. The entire sector could’ve heard that boy’s scream. Now they could hear a pin drop a block away. 

Cloud stared, completely confused by the outburst and trying to find an explanation. 

The youngest brother’s hands were shaking and he crossed them tightly over his chest, his head bowed towards the ground and his bangs blocking his eyes. He was trembling, clenching his teeth, and when the middle brother tried to place a hand on his shoulder, he batted it away and curled further into himself. They already lived with the pain of being unwanted. They already failed Her once. They didn’t need more constant comparisons and constant reminders of what threw them in this world in the first place. “He is not our father…” He repeated with panting breaths of rage and containment. He wanted to run, but they needed to stay by his side. They couldn’t risk leaving now. This was his idea. 

Finally, the brother's came to his aid, Yazoo immediately spinning a tale to cover them. “Our father left Mother just after we were born…” They needed to use Big Brother's heightened emotions against him before it was too late. “Mother’s from Nibelheim…”

Cloud’s eyes widened. 

“We never knew our father… But we know what he did…” Yazoo continued as Loz tried to comfort Kadaj. 

All Loz got in return were more snippy reactions. Eventually he gave up on attempting soft touches and hugged him so tightly and so suddenly he couldn't wriggle out no matter how much he physically and verbally protested. 

“We don't care what Shinra tells us… We get that comparison a lot… Forgive us for our reactions…”

“No.”

They all looked up fearfully. Loz dropped Kadaj instinctually.

“I don't forgive you because you have nothing to apologize for.”

All the boys breathed a sigh of relief, but Kadaj was still trying to calm his emotions. 

Cloud exhaled and looked at them softly. “It’s been a long day for all of us. We should get some rest.”

They all agreed and returned to the same places as before. Cloud stared in confusion because he absolutely could not justify why any group of people would sleep like this. Loz was under the end of the bed. Yazoo slept diagonally in the middle of the floor like a psychopath. Kadaj had stolen the only sheet and burritoed himself literally along the bottom of the front door. The blonde found himself shaking his head softly at their choices. He could only assume it was a result of being on their own for so long, taking up sleeping shifts and covering every angle they could for protection. That at least seemed a little reasonable to him as he finally made his way to the bed and rested the buster sword back against the wall. 

* * * 

The next morning, Cloud proved how much he recovered by taking out the monsters within the garbage heaps. Now finally making some gil, he gave a share of it to the boys that definitely should not have followed him into monster infested mounds of trash with nothing but pocket knives. Surprisingly, they did manage to hold their own with the tiny and absolutely unprepared weapons. The brothers immediately spent all their given gil on new weapons. Kadaj bought a short sword. Yazoo purchased a gun. Loz struggled to force adult sized martial arts gloves onto his hands but eventually made it work. 

Cloud found himself thinking back to how they slept the previous night. Even the way they fought picked up where the others’ styles left off. They genuinely fought well together and Cloud found himself a little impressed, and a little afraid, of what they could do. 

The three remnants tried to act like perfect little angels when around Cloud. Well, to the extent they understood. At his side or in battle they listened to his every command, but asking them to go anywhere just resulted in angry glares and hidden hisses. It… could be worse. Both Tifa and Cloud were relieved they at least let him use the bathroom alone. 

Still, they were weird and did the strangest things sometimes, the most miniscule situations getting stuck under their skin. Well, Kadaj’s skin specifically since he was always the first to react, to impulsively react. 

The first time they showed it was when the entire group returned to the neighborhood watch. For reasons no one understood, they hated Chadley. 

“Cloud. You were the first to gather the data I requested. Here is the rest of your payment. I have developed new materia. Would you like to see it?” Chadley was certainly a weird teenager, but he was chipper and seemed willing to help. Though he said he was working for Shinra’s Research and Development department, he claimed he was working against them. 

Cloud observed the new materia for himself, rotating the orb in his hand before agreeing to purchase it. All three boys glared cautiously at the glasses wearing one. 

“I plan to develop more materia in the future. Together, we can harness enough power to take down Shinra. I'll be preparing more battle intel reports, which I hope you will assist me in completing,” He spoke in his naturally excited voice. 

“Thanks,” Cloud spoke a bit more indifferently. He was finally sounding closer to the Big Brother they knew now that they’d taken on a few monsters. 

“You talk weird,” Loz pointed out with scrunched brows, the other two waiting for a response. 

“Hey,” Tifa scolded, “what did I say? Be nice.”

The teen in question simply waved the statement away. “It's not a problem. I'm still perfecting my speech pattern. Thank you for your valuable feedback.”

Yazoo tilted his head. “Something is… off… about you…”

Again, Chadley showed almost no change in emotion. “I assure you, I'm only here to aid in your progress and test out more effective magic.”

Kadaj glared hard. “If you do anything to hurt Cloud-”

“You're all perfectly capable of defeating me here if you wish. If you were old enough, you'd all be perfect SOLDIER candidates.”

“You analyzed us?!”

He nodded simply. “Of course. It merely determines your strength and abilities. You may even purchase materia if you wish.”

“And how do we know this information doesn't go straight back to Shinra?”

“If you doubt me at all, you can take me down.”

Now they were talking in circles and they absolutely had better things to do. Cloud grabbed the youngest's arm and began dragging him along. “We're done here. Let's go.”

Kadaj angrily reset his steps and walked alongside Cloud normally, and Loz followed behind immediately. 

“You're not human…” Yazoo stated before suddenly being yanked away by Tifa. 

Thankfully, nothing like that happened again. The rest of the day consisted of nothing but more hunts, destroying any monsters in their path. All of their skills certainly grew throughout the many battles, including the efficiency of the three boys with new weapons. By nightfall, Tifa returned to run the bar, but Cloud and the boys nearly cleared the bounty board. Cloud wanted to be absolutely prepared for tomorrow's mission. 

Before heading back to his apartment late into the night, Cloud asked Tifa for one final update. Biggs was found in Sector Four safe and sound, claiming the mercenary wouldn't be a problem anymore, and that they should not hire anyone they don't absolutely trust for the next mission. Jessie decided to stay with her family on the upper plate while her leg healed. But both Biggs and Wedge worked on her orders, and they had the materials for the next reactor mission. Everything was ready to go.

Tomorrow marked the start of the Mako Reactor 5 bombing mission. 

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Thanks for reading!

Author's notes: Welp. It got angsty. Why? Because it's me. Also I am swamped with exams so life is just doing its thing. Thanks for reading! 

Next up us Damaged Doll or the second half of a one shot I should have finished months ago. See you then!

[neurodiversebones]

booth!! (for the mountain goats lyrics thing :D)

OH i have strong ideas about this . the lead singer of TMG is catholic and their music is FULL of catholic imagery (every song from The Life of The World To Come is named after a bible verse- my fav song from that album is hebrews 11:40 i fucking love that song) !! and a lot of their music focuses on survival, recovery, shitty pasts, and addiction so . VERY booth . this turned into deep booth character analysis through TMG so it's below the cut since it's long as hell

cotton: this is one of the top three songs of all time for me and is sooo booth-coded to me.

this song is for the soil / that's toxic clear down to the bedrock : booth thinks there's something fundamentally wrong with him because of his childhood. he is terrified of becoming his father and continuing that cycle of abuse

this song is for the people / who tell their families that they're sorry / for things they can't and won't feel sorry for : booth has... a lot of guilt engrained within him. he needs to make things right for everyone, needs to make sure that he is perfect and can never hurt anyone again. he feels the need to fix things he hasn't even done, make up for things he couldn't help but do.

this song is for the cars / that are right now headed silent down the highway / and it's dark and there is nobody driving / and something has got to give : this lyric reminds me a lot of young booth- hurtling toward something dangerous, knowing that really, the only way for this to stop is for either him or his father to die. something has got to give, and it's going to be him.

genesis 30:3 : this song is soooo booth being in love with brennan and loving her no matter what, wanting to do the best for her because she does the best for him.

talked about the days they said were sure to come / had a hard time believing : both of them grew up accepting that they were never really going to be happy. brennan believed she'd never be in love, and booth accepted that he'd never get to be with the woman he loved. this line specifically feels like late season 6 b&b to me, post hannah breakup but pre b&b getting together, in that weird sad self aware era (which is where we get some of my favourite b&b moments ever- blackout in the blizzard my BELOVED)

for several hours we lay there, the last ones of our kind / harder days coming, maybe i don't mind : the two of them find peace together once they *finally* stop chasing each other down. they know their lives are both hard, they know there will still be pain and hurt, but they love each other, and that's enough for now.

open up the promise of the day / drive the dark things away / i will do what you ask me to do / because of how i feel about you : booth would literally do anything to see brennan smile, to heal her from all the hurt she's experienced. she showed him what love and joy and safety felt like, and he wants her to feel the same. he would without a doubt, do anything for her.

spent gladiator 2 : this song is angry booth. it's his trauma, his hurt. the anger and betrayal he tries to keep inside of him but just... can't.

like a spent gladiator / crawling through the dust / who can count on his remaining limbs / all the people he can trust : booth really has never had anyone in his life. before brennan, the only people in his life he could genuinely trust to care about him were probably his pops and cam. he almost feels like he deserves it- like this is who he is, like it's his job to be alone and be hurt.

like someone who's found a small town to escape to / keeps one eye on his abandoned former self : even when he's started to heal (or... "heal"- sure, he isn't so outwardly angry, but he's not happy), he is terrified of becoming that person again. he's terrified of going back to that dark place, where he didn't care about anyone, because he really didn't care about himself.

stay in the game / just try to play through the pain : booth will never express his emotions, or let them get in the way of his work. he's always fine, no matter how miserable he is. he's always had to work through the pain, just live through it, because acknowledging it wouldn't make it stop, it'd just make it more real.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

*peace sign emoji* watching Analog horror stuff giving me inspo for cosmic parasite shit

Avaro's long gotten used to it. The crunch and crack of bone accented by the wet slop sound of organs disappearing down the throat of one of the other douji.

Hell, he's eaten a person once or twice before.

It's the weird noises they make that makes him keep his ass up in the rafters.

Rage and Vice are clicking and hissing at each other, wrestling not over the meal, but over the two girls and Paresse who are idly watching them fight. The tall hive-guard throws his head back and some dark organ he assumes is a chunk of liver disappears down his throat.

As he does so, his eyes catch the flicker of gold that gives the small mouse robot away.

A warning hiss. The girls look up at the noise, sniffing up towards him and growling softly.

"Not hungry." He mutters, knowing they can hear him.

A few tendrils slip out with Paresse's tongue to wipe away blood there before his expression calms. The girls take the cue and go back to eating and watching the boys tussle, their bellies obviously full.

Paresse's eyes stay on Avaro.

To be fair, they're in one of the fringe rooms of the hive. One of the original ones built by Kaizo. It was nowhere near the heart.

Avaro knew Paresse still had a job to do. He wraps his arms tighter around his knees.

Some part of him is repulsed, confused. These aren't his companions, his comrades, his fellow sins. How do they even know they're not just being puppeteered by the Root?

He sighs. One of his visors flicks like the ear of a rat shooing away a fly.

And yet.

Rage bounds back to the girls, rubbing along Mizho's side like a cat, who makes a soft purr-chirp in her throat. When Vice, the apparent loser of the play fight, attempts to do the same to Kia, she playfully pushes him away and slides under Paresse's arm. Paresse finally takes his eyes away to look back down, huffing softly and nipping at Vice as he pursues her. Little giggles echo against the moist walls of the cavern.

And yet, Avaro finds himself understanding Orghullo's desire to be with them. These things would never have happened without the root. It's a loneliness he never expected to think about. He has his clones, his 'father', his 'sister'. He's never thought of the other evil douji as family in any more of the robots-of-the-same-creator way.

They haven't offered it to him. Orghullo says it's because he's so small. Eater hasn't been taken because it would put Hana in danger and they're waiting for her to grow up some. Then they'll offer it to both.

But...

Rage snaps his maw at Mizho's jaw and she shoves him away before they start play fighting. Paresse lazily lounges by the remains of their food as Vice gets pinned by Kia, his whines barely sensible Japanese as he squirms under her.

He won't grow. He won't get bigger. Just like Orghullo... He'll never be able to join them. He'll watch Hana and Eater descend into the hive once she's old enough. But he'll be left behind.

He gets up and heads back to the vent he entered through and slips away almost silently, the laughter and purring clicks continuing uninterrupted behind him.

He thinks about confronting them. About asking why he's too small. He's a robot! He can take it.

The calcified ends of the root in the vent crunch under his foot and he flinches at the sound.

He thinks about it often. But he can still feel Paresse's eyes in his skull. Is that really him? That diligent warrior is the same lazy asshole he knew before? The way Vice had playfully pulled his punches with Rage, who let Kia pin him down without so much as a snarl? Is that the same ruthless, cold, ultimate evil before this?

...

Would he be the same person if he let them?

...does he care?

He ends up back in the Oume residence and stares at the kid's bedroom he stays in. Hibari is out for the afternoon with her friends, Mrs. Oume had said before she told him to go get a shower. The hive stink is all over him. Kaizo is at work.

... he's alone.

[onmywaytofanfic]

Untold (Shino x OC) Chapter 3: Girl's night

“What do I misunderstand about you two? The holding hand that you two try to avoid us seeing, how you just flinch your head hearing his voice or how right now some of his bugs are over your shoulder while you seem to keep your secluded although they are anxious to hang out with him as you do?” Reina felt upset, she did not want to talk about Shino right now, not when her head was a huge mess. Was there anything wrong by being the one that made him forget someone? Had he really forgotten her? That was what got stuck in her head, he forgot her, he truly loved her. She was anxious to ask those questions, but it also seemed as if she was some kind of love maniac following, tracking him, far from the truth that is.

She wanted to confront him, the issue was not the love that he had processed Hinata, but if he truly loved her or she was just some kind of nuisance with which he put up with to avoid being confronted about his single life. What if that was it? She started to think about it, what if Shino was behind her and “faking his love” just so he could get away with the fact that he was the head of an important family. He was just trying to keep things quiet while looking for a better suitor. What if she was just a passing by? Someone to keep the elders’ content… What if they ended up as a couple but he still loved her? Trap in a loveless marriage, trying every day to see him smile as bright as he would have done for her. That thought broke her heart in tiny pieces. 

“It is complicated”

“It is not Reina, you two love each other and you should start to be sincere with your own heart and thoughts. You look paler than you used to, love is killing both of you. Bottling up those feelings is reaping both of you apart”

“What is going on over here, sweeties?” That was the cheerful voice of Fuu, he did it to alert Shino more than Torune that Reina was nearer him. She felt ashamed and kept the book high covering her vision and herself, that did not elude Torune’s gaze upon her almost like a predator; neither did Shino’s eyes on her neck. She raised up and excused herself towards the toilet, where she could shed some tears without any eyes upon her. Shino grabbed her arm “So you want something to eat?” “No, thank you” “It is a long ride” “No, thank you” 

It felt strange, weird, almost impossible to hear her saying no to Shino. “Are you OK?” “What is the problem with me lacking hunger?” He remained silent, it felt as if something was wrong with her. He could sense it; it was the way she said as if she did not want him near her. She was not ready to talk about what he was feeling, mostly what she heard on that BBQ rather than her confessing her love towards him. She was not ready; she did not want to lose what they already had. Once she reached the toilet, she just sat there letting those tear roll over her face, what if the best option was to shut up and act as if she heard anything and keep whatever was they had. It may not be love, but at least she had someone, was not that the whole purpose of living? Finding someone with whom bare whatever was left of your life? However, she cried for what she has seen in her home. His lovely father taking care of his beloved wife, even when she was dying, immobile in her futon because of her and those diabolical seals that were already reaped of her skin. She remembered how his father sang those lovely lullabies to both, and how them sat and cheer her while creating her crazy tales. She… she wanted to do that with her kids, with someone who actually care for her.

But she was ready to give that dream out just so she could feel some short of love, even when if it was fake. “What am I thinking?” she tried to recover herself up. She rose and looked at the mirror. Her sisters would be so disappointed, they were already quite angry at bug-boy because of what she had told them. They really tried to cheer her up and upon her request, they were not going to smash as they said, “that creepy insect’s face into smatterings.” She was really upset, but her sisters were unstoppable when it comes to protecting their siblings. None of them had an easy life growing up, five siblings, although they came from different families, they felt as blood-siblings. The train was already going towards its destiny Kagenogure. Since its discovery it turned to a paradisiac meeting for everyone who needed to relax or have a good time. Fortunately, technology reached the place and leave it in harmony and peace with its surroundings. Leaving the place in complete calmness and with just a few sparks of modernity with some electric post, TVs and the train.

Shiori Nara and Chikako Akimachi were her sisters. Hana was really tall and slim, she always has quite an unhealthy look, mostly because of her big eyebags and her messy hair in a bun; however, she enjoy a really healthy body. Chikako was a bulky woman, having the resemblance of every Akimichi you have ever encounter and a lovely skin, has she loved to point out her milk and chocolate skin; her bronze skin was covered in some patches of witness that sometimes grew bigger. Her hair was all fuzzy and curly with a deep blueish-greyish colour. They always looked like bodyguards of her small sister, although when you get to know Reina…Sometimes, they are protecting everyone from her.

They were in the flat that the five-sibling rented waiting for her to arrive. They were having a look through all the DVDs that they can see what they could see while eating, they did not expect her rushing home and slamming the front-door open and crying “Hey hey hey Buggie” that was Chikako high-pitched voice. Shiori just stood there trying to light a cigarette and unable to be sure if that was her sister. Chikako immediately went after her “Buggie what’s wrong? Where is the food?” The knocking on the door was subtle “Buggie?” the concerned in her voice grew. “I…I am sorry I forgot” Shiori opened the door without questioning “Hey! Being the big one doesn’t mean that you can jump into someone’s privacy like that” Chikako grabbed her from the back of the blouse.

Her sister’s soft crying alerted them. Slowly they reached the bed in which she was, it is worth mentioning that the flat only had two small bedrooms and they were always full sharing them among the siblings. They sat on the edge and trying to calm her rubbing her back, after a while she muttered “I think… he doesn’t love me” “What?” Chikako immediately rose and tried to seek her face, which was covered in tears. “What? Who is he?” “Who could that person be Chi? She is talking about bug-boy”. They looked at her quite strange “Why did you say so?” Shiori was the calmness.

The tears flowed and she recall what she heard Kiba saying “Do…don’t you think that if that was not true he would have said something?” she ended her tale with that question “Like..I do not know I mean…. Maybe he was wondering if staying with me is his best choice since he can’t be with Hinata. Maybe…maybe he doesn’t want to be with me. Maybe he, maybe he is with me because I am the only silly who fucking follows him. I… “ Shiori immediately hold her in their/her arms and hush soft words to her, trying to calm her “Or maybe he was shocked like you for what his friend said. Maybe looking for the correct form to shut him up without punching him” Reina looked at her, Chikako petted her hair, she wasn’t sure about it. Her face was clear about it, she had to say her words “Or maybe “ Shiori’s eyes were fierce and clearly where shouting that she should stay quiet.

Reina’s eyes glare at Chikako “You also think that he was just sad thinking that he could not be with Hinata “ Chikako tried not to say anything, but she was thinking that Shino may not love her but not because of that “My concerned …” “Shut up Chi! Do not bring your drama here” “But Shi…Has Shino confessed that he loves her? No. For how long has she been tagging along, clearly mad in love with him? We have seen her for three years pursuing his love and he … what has he give her? Nothing! He has never said that he loves her”

“Love goes beyond saying it. You have seen her smile and he also does it. He worries for her, don’t you remember when she needed to stay at the hospital ? Reina do you? He is always following you too. Come on those flowers every Wednesday, isn’t that sweet, romantic, caring…? He loves her but both of you clearly do not know how to speak your heart out. You two know how to express your thoughts and ideas but this … feelings “ Reina get out of her arms “I know how to …. “ “You clearly don’t!” The redness in her face became so severe that she looked like a tomato. Some of her bugs were buzzing around trying to be free of her body. They were worried… so that night. It was better to just hug each other, care for each other. They were a hive.

They saw her rushing into the toilet, Chikako was about to follow her “Hey! Let her… She needs to calm herself so she can talk calmly to him. We have talk about it, give her time that is what she needs. Please Chi… Chikako we need to support her and teach her how to express her feelings.” “Both need that …Hey! I have got an idea” Shiori’s face was clearly concerned about that thought “Why don’t we talk with Torune? “ “Why?” “Well, he is Shino’s brother maybe he knows something about it. We help our sister to speak her feelings and he does the same with his brother? I do not know if you understand it “

Shiori started to ponder “ No…no I know what you mean. Team up. We three can put some sense and order into the two of them. I mean … they love each other that is clear, and Reina has confessed to us that love. If we team up, we will know if Shino also loves her and also… well… help them saying things out loud. They need to be able to manifest themselves freely”. Shiori was already working on that idea.

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Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

[blackthunder137]

Longing ( D.m x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Fem! Reader

Summary- Love doesn’t work out for everyone. Some feel special while others feel pain.

House- Slytherin

Warning- Angst. Pure angst; mentions of death

Prompts- “It hurts…”- “what”- “Loving someone who doesn’t love you”

A/n- This is written for Rue’s 2k event. Thank you for allowing me to write this! So, this is my 2nd fic. This fic takes place somewhere around the 7th year. But the timelines just don’t make sense. I hope y’all like it and thank you for all the love I received on my first fic. And yes, I was listening to very heart-breaking songs while writing this. Love y’all.

Draco's Masterlist

It’s funny, isn’t it? Love can be horrifyingly beautiful or it can be painfully truthful. And there you were standing looking at them, heartbroken. How could he be so foolish to not see you? Was it your fault? Or were you always meant to be alone? But you had to admit, they looked perfect- the best.

You watched them every single day. Hugging, kissing, and laughing at jokes. By now you were used to this.

A Few months earlier-

You were walking down the Grand staircase when cold hands wrapped around your waist, and you were caught off-guard, startled by the sudden touch, you turned your head around to see Draco already looking at you and smirking. You huff and remove his hands off your waist and “What the hell- I was going to punch you in the face!” you said while hitting his arm. He chuckled and said, “I love seeing you all scared and startled.” you rolled your eyes and made your way towards the Great Hall while talking to Draco about how you joined forces with some Ravenclaws to prank some students.

Draco was one of your best friends, besides Hermione. You two used to share each other everything. From Draco’s father treating him badly to your family problems. You would say that you were closer to Draco than Hermione. As a result, you two knew everything about each other. You both never hid anything from each other. It was as if you two ruled Hogwarts. Though he didn’t like you being friends with The Golden Trio, he never really tried to ruin your relationship with them, which you admired him for.

You two entered the Great Hall laughing your heart out. You had to admit you felt safe, loved, and important around him. It was a weird feeling that you disregarded. You’ve never felt this way before. You were snapped out from your thoughts by Pansy, who was ranting about how she was tortured by Blaise. She said, “Y/n are you listening to me?!” “Oh, sorry I-I wasn’t listening to you.” Pansy huffed and went on about how annoyed she was with Blaise. As the two of you were having a conversation, a voice from behind spoke “Do you mind if I sit here?” you turned around to see who it was, Daphne, you thought to yourself, the girl who is madly in love with your best friend. You couldn’t lie but you despised her with your whole heart, with every inch and cell of your body. You never really knew why.

Pansy patted the space beside her where Daphne sat. You all talked about how stressful your days have become with the upcoming OWLS, everything was becoming exhausting. Your eyes fell on Draco and Daphne talking. You couldn't help but get irritated with them.

You never wanted to fall for your best friend and the fact that you never told him was because you were scared, scared of losing him completely. So, you pretended to be a best friend rather than a lover.

After your breakfast, you and Draco were taking a walk in the Courtyard, it was you who was talking and Draco remained quiet. It was unusual of him because he used to be the one talking most of the time. You grew suspicious of why he was acting strange around you “Why are you all silent today?” he looked at you and sighed “Look I want to tell you something but I don’t know how you’ll react.” “Just say it already!” you were growing anxious with every second passing. He deeply sighed and continued “Look this is unexpected and I-I don’t know how to explain this. But I guess I like someone. Maybe not like but love.” you were dumbfounded. There were no words that came out of your mouth. “Wh-who is it?” “Daphne. I guess I am falling for her. It feels weird whenever you were with her. I feel safe, I-I feel like myself whenever I am with her. We have been talking to each other for a while now.” all the things he said flashed in front of your eyes, the way they see each other and talk. It finally made sense.

You said, “That’s great, I-I had no idea! That’s- did you tell her yet?” “I was going to ask your help for that. Do you think it is wise?” with an aching heart you continued, “Yeah-Yeah, I-I think it is wise. I am sure she likes you too.” you wanted to take back all of the things you said. How could you do this yourself? Well, you just wanted your best friend to be happy. And he made his way towards Daphne. You stood there stoned. Your heart was beating fast and you wanted to give in and tell him that you were in love with him. You couldn’t hide this feeling. It was love. Sadly, you were too late. He was the only thought that goes on your mind. You would give him the world. Instead, you are watching the love of your life with someone else.

Days turned into months and they were the talk of the town. Everyone knew about them. They were perfect for each other. It was evident in the way the two looked at each other. You still did talk to Draco now and then but it was not like before.

Hermione knew everything, she tried her best to distract your mind from this but you couldn’t suffice this pain. It was everlasting. He was your everything. How could you let this all go? You couldn't even tell him that you love him. You were afraid of losing him yet you lost him.

You watched them every single day in hopes that one day he will see you the way you see him. This feeling was unbearable. You cried for days together, not being able to bear this excruciating agony. How could he not see the way you treat him? Why her and not me?

You could swear you would love him more than anyone has ever loved him. He was the thought that wanders in your mind. You choke on your own words every time you talk to him.

Daphne was beautiful and so much better than you. You could never compete with her. You watched them as they were now exchanging hugs, kissing each other, and being the best versions of themselves. They complete each other. You had and will never have any role. Were you not loveable? Could no one love you? These thoughts surround you creating havoc in your life. You weren’t able to concentrate on things you once loved. You were incomplete without him. He completes you. In a blink of an eye, everything was taken away from you.

Present Day-

You were now waiting for Draco as he said he wanted you to be there for this special occasion. He was wearing his black suit and walking down the stairs. He looked so fascinating. You could stare at him for hours and days together. He looked divine, his soft and glowing grey eyes staring right at you. You shook out of your thoughts only to see him looking at you, confused. “What is it?” he asks inquiring. “Uh…why did you call me?” you said, “I think it is time.” “Time for what?” you asked giving him a small smile. He chuckled and replied, “I think it's time for me to propose Daphne.” you stopped in your tracks, leaving Draco clueless. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to see you in tears as you looked up at him. He had never seen you like this before. “Hey, what happened?” he said with concern. “I am happy for you, Draco.” you lied, not wanting to ruin his day. You had to lie. It is better off like this, not knowing how one feels. You managed to control your tears and wiped them off your face.

Draco was too happy to notice anything. He went on “So what do you think?” with a heavy heart you continued “Yes, I think it is for the best. I mean, look at you, you both look great together.” you both came to a stop as you reached the Great Hall. You turned to each other and hugged for the last time.

“All the best, I know she’ll say yes,” you said as you let go of him. He told you to come and see the show that he will be putting up. You said you’ll be there for him. After he left all the tears came rushing down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but tell yourself that you’ll be okay.

Oh god, how he put the ring in Daphne’s perfect hands and how they kissed each other passionately. You wished it was you who was in his arms, you who would kiss his tender lips, you who would love him eternally and be by his side. Does he not see it? While you were watching them kissing each other a hand came and rested on your shoulder. It was Hermione, she was passing by and saw you in this situation and came to comfort you.

“Hey,” she said looking at you with guilt. “Hey…” you said apathetically. You both stayed silent for a few minutes and then you started, out of nowhere “It hurts…” “what” Hermione asked turning towards you. “Loving someone who doesn’t love you,” you said looking at them as they now were laughing and surrounded by their friends, who were congratulating them.

You returned to your dorm laying down in your bed while staring up at the ceiling recalling the times when you and Draco ruled Hogwarts. How you both would prank your classmates, go up to the Astronomy Tower for stargazing and sneak in some snacks during classes. It was all gone now. What was left was your bleeding heart that is longing for a touch, a touch it will never get.

A/n- I think I did a pretty good job. What do y'all think? I hope you all did like it! And yes, I have changed the layout because why not? Feel free to leave your suggestions :)

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Could you write about dating akutagawa being atsushi's twin sister? The idea makes me laugh at how ironic it sounds him falling for the person he hates' sister (plus her having an abily of manipulating her really long hair, kinda like entrapta from she-ra and the princesses of power)

What is your relationship with him? (Akutagawa x Fem!Reader)

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa x Fem!Reader

Genre:Comedy,Fluff

Format:HeadCanons

Warnings:None

A/n:Wow this is a tough one! its really funny actually XD i mean its weird for both of them,but they have to put up with it because of you...anyway here you go baby,and tysm for requesting i was bored as hell :)

◆ok.so youre not a part of the agency.Atsushi didnt want you to be in danger,and you werent interested in being an agent.

◆since you loved reading books(like Aku) you went to the best bookstore in yokohama to buy a rare edition of the book you wanted.you saw the book on the shelf and reached your hand to get it,but a hand(with pale skin :>) grabbed the book with you at the same time.

◆you turned your head to see who it was,and you saw a young man with strong gaze that was focused on you.

◆"let go"

"you let go"

"i got here first"

"i dont care"

"neither do i"

◆you gave him a demonic smile,and in a second you flipped the book outa his hands and ran toward the bookstores owner.you quickly gave him the money and got out of the store

◆"hey!"

◆you quickly sensed something black comming toward your back,and suddenly you turned around and used your hair to block it.thats when the stranger makes an amazed face.

◆"youre an ability user?!"

"why are you shocked?youre one yourself"

"ive never seen an ability like this before,its...so stupid!"

"hey!take that back"

◆you started fighting.he didnt really want to make a scene,but since he wanted that book so bad he was going to get it no matter what it takes.you knew a little bit of self-defence and you had your ability ofc,so you were able to block his attacks.(he was going easy on you,if he really wanted to kill you,you were dead by now)

◆after a while you gave up and put your hands up.

"hey,can we come to some sort of agreement?im at my limit now and i really dont wanna lose the book"

he remained silent for a second,then he looked back at you.

"I suppose.i want that book too,but eveyone should be able to enjoy art and literature"

"hm.how about you let me go right now,and i give the book to you when i finished it"

"how would i know youll keep your promise"

"..."

◆after talking a bit,you decided to come here everyday at 7 pm,and read the book together.you were both uncomfortable at first,but after a while you begin to enjoy each others company.you hanged out a a teahouse instead of the bookstore and became closer to each other.he didnt tell you about his job because he didnt think it was necessary,and your brother didnt tell you about his enemys cause he didnt want to maked you worried so you didnt know that he was your brothers enemy.

◆Akutagawa liked you a lot.it wasnt just about your taste in books,you were also talented,strong and beautiful.you didnt like judging people or talk about useless stuff,and that was really attractive to him.when he saw other guys looking at you and trying to make conversation with you at the teahouse,he felt a strong feeling growing inside him.he didnt want to admit it,but he knew what it was.it was jealousy.it made him look like a petty person,but he couldnt do anything about it.he wanted you to be his,he wanted to be more than friends.

◆thats when he asked you out.it was really shocking at first,but then you became really happy cause you liked him too.(you were afraid that he might not like you too,so you didnt confess to him)

◆everything was going smoothly.he even took some days of to go on a date with you,which made his coworkers really shocked.like what happend to him?ive never seen him taking a break from work!

◆yeah,thats how much he liked you.

◆one day you came home late,and you found your brother waiting for you.

"y/n?where have you been untill now?i was worried sick!"

◆you didnt like keeping things from Atsushi and was looking for a chance to tell him about your boyfriend,so when you saw him like that you told him everything.

◆he got even more worried as expected.he wanted to know who was spending time with his beloved sister,so he asked you to entroduce him to you bf.

◆you told him to come to the teahouse at 7:30 pm.you told Akutagawa that your older brother wants to meet him.he wasnt really thrilled about the idea,but he accepted it because of you.

◆so you and Akutagawa were talking and suddenly Akutagawa became angry.

◆"jinko!what the hell are you doing here?"

◆you tured around and saw your brother standing next to your table.

◆"Akutagawa!what are you doing here?...WAIT!dont tell me..."

"you know each other?"

◆they both looked at you at the same time,and suddenly everything became clear.

◆"your Atsushis sister?!"

"this is the boyfriend you were talking about!?"

◆shit

◆they were about to fight each other,but you immediately jumped between them and asked them to come down.you forced them to sit in front of eachother.you went to sit next to your brother,but Rashoumon grabbed your hand and made you sit next to Aku,which made Atsushi furious

◆"hey! let go of her!"

"shes mine!"

"shes my sister!"

◆"Stop it both of you!"

◆so you explain to Aku and Atsu the whole thing.there was an awkward silence between the three of you (and dont forget their gaze toward each other)

◆you asked Akutagawa to wait outside while you talk to your brother.he wasnt sure about it,but since you were looking at him with your puppy eyes,he agreed.

◆Atsushi was againts your relationship.he told you to immediately stop seeing him.Akutagawa didnt deserve you in his eyes.he was cruel,petty,harsh and dangerous.he was his number 1 enemy for gods sake.

◆you told him that theres absolutally no way you break up with him. his different around you and Atsushi doesnt know him completely.hes only seen him in battlefields,not in normal life.

◆Atsushi is still not sure,but he knows that he cant do anything about it since youre so stubborn.he tries to put up with it.and his kinda relieved that nobody can hurt you when your with Akutagawa.

◆you go outside and ask your bf if hes ok with all of this,and he tild you that although its kinda disappointing,it doesnt matter who you are related to,he loves you for you :)

◆you got sooo excited by his words that you immediately kissed him out of the blue.

◆boy is blushing :>

◆after a while they kinda get along,not too much though

◆Akutagawa kinda unhappy cause he cant kill Atsushi anymore XD

Sorry if this is not good enough baby :) Love,

-Ash

[shotorozu]

hi bae!!! deku, shoto, denki with an s/o who's like affectionate with all her friends and they get insecure and kinda jealous :( ?? tysm in advance <33

s/o that’s affectionate to friends

character(s) : midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, kinda angsty but there’s reassurance (x reader)

note(s) : another one i kinda held off doing because of it getting buried in the inbox sndjwkd i’m sorry for the delay! i didn’t like how denki’s turned out im so sorry

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midoriya izuku

man already knows that you’re very touchy with your friends, that’s just who you are

heck, i think before you guys started dating, you were touchy to him too! (but even more because,, you like him)

so he shouldn’t be shocked when you link onto kirishima’s arm, or when you jump to give mina a back hug

and most especially, when you poke at bakugou’s cheeks— and he just LETS YOU for some reason

he’s glad that you feel comfortable around people, considering that it’s why you’re even touchy in the first place.

but he can’t help but wonder,, is he doing enough to you? i mean, you basically do the same to him, but added the cheek, lip kisses

and the wonderful words you get to shower him in daily.

not only that, but he does tend to flush up when you try to initiate some sort of physical affection. maybe,, he’s supposed to let you be?

let you do all of that, since it makes you happy? i mean,, he supposes that he’s willing to do that.

izuku’s not a restrictive person when it comes to things like that, so he supposes that he’ll just have to ignore the weighted feeling on his shoulders despite not carrying a thing at that very moment

on the other hand, you couldn’t help but notice a change in izuku. not anything too concerning, of course

but he’d turn a blind eye— whenever you’d initiate physical affection to your other friends. he’d go silent, until it was over

eventually, you overhear a rather heartbreaking conversation between the dekusquad, and izuku himself

“deku! if you’re so down about it, then maybe you should tell Y/N about it! i don’t think they mean any harm.” you could hear uraraka console him

“correct. L/N-kun does not look like the type to be unfaithful. and even if they were, that would’ve been unacceptable behavior!”

and through out the discussion on how izuku could confront you, his s/o— he speaks abruptly

“i mean.. if Y/N is happy with being physically affectionate with their friends then,, i can’t stop them.” he says sadly, but it breaks your heart knowing that you’ve caused him to sound like this

“plus, i’m sure they have a reason to be acting that way, right?” you didn’t think how your affectionate attitude would have its effects on him

so, the next time you saw your boyfriend, you had a talk with him

“hey, honey!” he’d greet you with the usual demeanor, as if he didn’t just talk about his feelings “how are you? sorry that i was a little late, i was talking with the others!”

you smile, accepting the reason (since it’s true) “izuku, can you be honest with me?”

and this statement shocks him for a bit, “oh uhm,, yeah i can! did i do something wrong?” he scoots next to you, waiting for your reply

“does me being physically affectionate towards my friends make you,, uncomfortable?” you inquire, as straightforward as you could

he’s silent for a bit, which makes you speak again “you can be honest, it’s okay. you’re not in any trouble, zuku.” you ruffle his hair softly for comfort

then, he finally answers. “uhm,, uncomfortable isn’t the word. it’s not that i don’t trust you but,,”

“yeah?”

“i don’t trust,, me.”

this statement takes you by surprise, “oh, why?”

“i don’t trust myself that i could make you happy,” he continues “with physical affection, i mean. i understand if you weren’t, i just feel like i’m not giving you enough.”

“i understand though!” izuku continues, “whenever you initiate physical affection, i can’t help but get all staggery and nervous,” he rambles

he sounds normal, sure— but he’s not looking at you, his emerald eyes set in a downcast state

you make him face you, gently grabbing a hold of his shoulders “i’m sorry, zuku.” you press a kiss on his temples

“in truth, yes. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my physical affection.” you confess, “i’d see that you’d go red whenever i’d initiate something,” you tease, which gives you the exact reaction you’ve wanted

“but then,, i also didn’t think about how you felt about it. i didn’t consider the possibility of you being uncomfortable with it, so i want to apologize for that.” you lean against him, taking his hand and pressing a kiss on his palm

“if you want, i could stop it. there are other ways i could show affection to my friends anyway!” you suggest, but he shakes his head, smiling

“i appreciate it, but you don’t have to.” he reassures, “if it makes you happy then i’ll be happy.”

“is there anything else?”

“just maybe uhm,,” he trails off for a second, before continuing “give me what you give them, but multiply it by 200!” he suggests, his regular self coming back to you

you laugh, leaning forward to kiss him softly, “i love you, izuku. only you. people may receive my affection, yes— but you’re the only one that deserves all of it.”

and with that, the weight on his shoulders is lifted, and he didn’t actually have anything to worry about.

todoroki shouto

despite shouto being sometimes socially ignorant, he is a very observant person when it comes to the person he likes

so the first thing he noticed was your touchy behavior, specifically towards your friends

sure, he’s had some of that physical affection— but it was like you knew him too well. so, he received it less that the others

it doesn’t mean that todoroki disliked your physical affection. during those few times, he did tend to,, not mind it at all, when he’d usually pull them off

and it doesn’t automatically mean that you didn’t like being around todoroki, it was given that he wasn’t very big on being physical

he didn’t care, again— as long as you were happy, but then there would be this tight feeling in his chest whenever you’d run off to do it to bakugou, hugging him leisurely

or even midoriya, sometimes

so, when you guys finally confess to each other— it doesn’t appear that your physical affection towards your peers came to an end

it remained the same, and while he’s the one that received your delightful words, fully devoted love, and time— he can’t help but frown whenever he sees you latch onto kaminari

or when you sit beside midoriya and count all the freckles on his cheeks— the blush on his face being hard to ignore, in your boyfriend’s eyes.

i don’t think shouto’s a jealous person— protective is one thing, and possessive? maybe that one time, he was. but jealous? maybe not.

well, it’s not like he doesn’t trust you to stay loyal and faithful, that’s a different thing. but it’s more like,, he wants for the affection you’re giving to them

needy, that’s the word

early on, (and maybe even before you got together with shouto) it’s been established that shouto wasn’t a biggest fan of physical affection, besides hand holding, and cheek kisses for now

it makes sense to you, especially hearing about his childhood, and his father’s true colors— that are far from anything heroic.

and you definitely respect what he wants— if he wants space, you’ll comply! and if he wanted more, you’ll also be willing to comply!

that’s why you’ve been keeping things just at that— the last thing you want is making shouto uncomfortable, the concept terrifies you

but,, shouto doesn’t exactly know how to tell you that he wants more, more and more— he wants all of your affection

so, what does he do? he tells you in one exact way— he tells you what’s on his mind

and quite bluntly for that matter

the both of you have been sitting in silence for a bit, no words were exchanged. however, glances were sent towards your way

his stare has a different edge to it, as if he had something in particular he wanted to say— mouth gaping open as if he were to speak, but no words come out

“shou,” you call out to him softly, “it looks like you have something to say,” you smile at him, wanting to know what was in that head of his “you can talk to me.”

a minute flies by, and he’s still silent, and you’re about to drop the topic for good— until he finally speaks up “i don’t know what i’m feeling.”

this quirks your interest, “oh, what,, are you feeling?” what he said worries you, since it kinda sounds like he was about to deliver some bad news

“i’m,, not sure myself.” he stares down at his hands “i feel weird, whenever i see you be.. touchy around the others.”

weird, huh? “what kind of weird? could you try to explain? maybe i could pinpoint what you’re feeling.”

“i feel weird, since i haven’t experienced this before,” he breathes in, before he goes on “i feel like i want more, selfishly more. i thought i would’ve been fine with receiving minimal physical affection,”

he turns to you, heterochromatic eyes staring deep into yours “but i’m not fine with it! i want more, like what you give to the others. so that’s why,, it’s weird.”

and it suddenly dawns onto you on what he’s talking about, he’s talking about you being physically affectionate towards your friends and classmates

and how he doesn’t like it.

you frown, scooting next to him “i’m sorry you feel that way, shou.” you fix a stray piece of hair that has been misplaced, hanging near his brow

“i’m glad that you were being honest, and told me,” you cautiously hold his hand, looking at him to detect any discomfort

there’s none

“yes, i’ve been careful. i don’t wish to make you feel weird— in the bad way, and most especially uncomfortable!” he nods in understanding, he adjusts the hold on your hand, choosing to place his hand on top of yours

“and i didn’t.. think about how you would’ve felt about it. i should’ve asked you about it first.” you look at him with meaning, “‘m sorry.”

his gaze softens, and he leans closer— ever than before “it’s alright, love, no need to apologize,”

“that’s just who you are, if you show gratitude and affection with being physical, then that’s okay. i just,, want more— if that’s okay with you.” you nod, laughing softly

“i’ll give you more, if that’s what you wish. i’ll give you everything you want, whatever makes you happy.” shouto presses a kiss on your temple

“so,, does that mean you’re going to.. stop?” he asks— just because he wanted to know

“oh, if you want to, then i will.”

“you don’t have to but.. maybe tone it down?” he suggests, because although the idea of your physical affection towards your friends coming to a halt, is nice he wouldn’t admit that outloud

he doesn’t want you to stop, if that’s how you show gratitude to your friends. so, toning it down’s the best option

“i will,” you smile, “only high fives, pats on the back, and quick hugs, from now on!”

the statement makes him smile, a genuine one— he’s just glad that his concerns have a resolve now. man was just really touch starved, couldn’t blame him

kaminari denki

it took a while for him to actually start being concerned

i mean— dude’s practically the same as you. have you seen him play with ojirou’s tail? he always finds himself touching someone

whether it’d be him poking bakugou’s spiky head of hair (until he’d scream at him) or him resting his elbows on kirishima— he’s always touching someone

so, he understands if you’re going to be touchy feely with others. he actually finds it quite cute when you show your endearing side to your friends with touch (without crossing boundaries of course)

so, it was okay keyword : was

until you slowly started kissing your friends on the cheek— and it erupted,, something from within

it was so casual, that he had to process what just happened— following it up with a smile, to play it off.

he feels bad for feeling iffy about it, honest! he doesn’t have a reason to distrust you, so this feels all,, wrong for him

the gesture was definitely a gradual process. it wasn’t like you just randomly started to kiss people on the cheek— and it wasn’t like you were depriving him

so this made him think harder than he has ever thought before. maybe you were getting tired of being affectionate to him only, so you moved away from that?

or maybe you were tired of HIS affection?

maybe you were giving people affection, because they deserved it, and he didn’t? if this was the case, denki can’t complain.

denki knows he’s not smart like iida, or serious like bakugou.

but even to denki, all of that is a stretch. he’s just laying out all of the possible reasons— rational or not

and before he realized it, you knew that there was something up

denki; utterly afraid of losing you, switches from super affectionate to being isolated in his room— every single day

this is his way of experimenting with your reactions

even the bakusquad didn’t know what was up so,, yeah. there must be something bothering him.

you’re given a few ideas as to why kaminari might be acting this way, and the exact idea popped into your mind

you made him insecure

and you instantly felt bad— yes, you give all of your friends cheek kisses, and you give them to your boyfriend too!

but you didn’t realize that you would’ve potentially harmed him in the process. so, you sought out to talk to him

“hey babe,” it was just in time, your boyfriend enters through your door, “i was looking everywhere for you, you won’t believe it! i would’ve evaporated if i had to endure bakugou’s screaming one more time!”

“i was looking for you too,” you smile, ushering him to sit on your bed, “listen, i want to talk to you.”

“oh,”

“don’t worry, denki. you’re not in any trouble,” you reassure, “i just want to apologize”

it’s his turn to be confused “what? why?”

“let me ask you one thing, how do you feel about me giving people affection?”

he swallows harshly, but answers truthfully “i like it a lot, babe! i do find it cute.” he smiles, but you’re not fully convinced that his statement made it’s end

“i feel like there’s more i should know.”

“i,, yeah.” he admits, and not very gracefully “it’s— ugh! i’m sorry. i know this is really out of character for me, and i’m sorry that you have to see me feeling like,,”

“you can be honest.” you remind him briefly

“—weird. look, it’s not like your love language is weird to me. i think it’s just me being a needy idiot! and it’s not like i think you’re cheating on me!” he holds his hands up in defense

“but in a way,, i didn’t expect you to do that— you’ve only started doing it recently.”

“so it made you uncomfortable?” you’re preparing for the expected answer, ready for what’s about to be said

“,, if the shoe fits.”

seeing denki in this sort of manner gave you the biggest reality check. yes, you knew that you had something to do with his recent personality change

but you didn’t realize how much it made him question himself.

“i’m sorry, once again” you apologize, “it was wrong of me to assume you were fine with it, i just thought you’d be fine with it since well,,”

“hey, it’s okay,” denki smiles, his mood slightly better “i’m touchy too, i mean,, we both show affection physically! i’m not very surprised that you thought i was fine with it.” he brushes his thumb on your cheekbone

“i mean it, denki. i didn’t realize how much it would’ve affected you. you might not realize it, but i do.”

“it’s fineeee,” he whines playfully when you’re still upset, “Y/N, you’re affectionate, which is a trait i absolutely love. if you’re physically affectionate, that fine.”

“just uhm,,” he trails off, almost awkwardly. “maybe,, don’t bless them with your,, cheek kisses? ugh! omg there was definitely a better way to say that.”

to any other person, that would’ve been awkward— like,, really. but you understood, that’s how much you know about him

“got it, they will be exclusively for you.” you kiss him on the cheek, “thanks for being honest, denki.”

at that moment, denki’s shoulders felt lighter, and he suddenly forgot about why he even felt this way. yes, you still gave people physical affection BUT

denki kaminari still wins 😎 your kisses and ultimate tokens of affection are strictly for him

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[strangelysamantha]

hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!