#very tired so don’t mind meee

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

hii larkkkkkk its me againn

so i JUST realised rhat you have two names. youre laurie as well. i did not know that. i do not know how i did not know that.

..

my solution is that im just gonna call you larkie from now on /j

(this is said with full intention of just being flatout silly SHJFJS. /silly on this WHOLEEE thing)

hiiii i just saw this so i can finally respond yipeee

Larkie is actually an amazing name/hj ajdgskdhksbd if you do i don’t mind/gen :]]

(super silly🫵/j hehesjgsjdhd)

[babyleostuff]

sleepy seventeen | ot13

𐙚🧸ྀི the ones that become the biggest cuddle bugs (as if they’re not cuddly on a daily basis). they have no shame, they just throw their whole body over yours, and if you can’t breathe that’s your problem: 

seungcheol, hoshi, dk, mingyu, seungkwan 

the thing is - he’s always cuddly, okay? there’s no point during the day when he doesn’t want to stick to you like glue, and you just have to deal with it. so, there’s no way he wouldn’t wrap his whole body around you when tired, and sleepy. one - you’re comfy. way more comfy than any of the pillows he owns. two - you’re warm. way warmer than any of the blankets at his house. three - there’s nothing better than falling asleep in the arms of your partner. he basically turns into a big baby when tired, and he does that with no shame - screw the “men can’t be little spoons” because being a little spoon is his whole personality.

𐙚🧸ྀི the ones that would love to cuddle you or be held by you because they’re so sleepy, but are too shy to just throw themselves on you. they would make puppy eyes, and wait for you to notice that they want to cuddle: 

jun, wonwoo, vernon, chan 

there’s nothing more that he wants than to be held by you when tired and sleepy - for you to run your fingers through his hair with his head resting on your chest. being in your arms brings him so much peace, and comfort, and to end his day with him being cuddled by you is like a dream come true. but here’s the thing - he’s just too shy to admit it out loud. you look so warm, and soft, and it’s almost impossible to ignore the way his body is screaming “HOLD ME PLEASE”, but he just won’t ask for the cuddles himself. and by now you obviously know when he’s in need of his sleepy cuddles, as if the puppy eyes don’t give it away.  

𐙚🧸ྀི the ones that respect your space, and don’t want to bother you or take your attention from what you’re currently doing just because they’re sleepy, and in need of some cuddles (you drag them into your arms yourself): 

jeonghan, joshua, woozi, minghao

in his mind, being sleepy and in need of some physical touch from you isn’t the biggest priority, especially if you’re busy with something, so he just opts to ignore the urge to wrap their arms around you. it’s hard to push the desire for some cuddles away, but he’s very respectful of your personal space, and he wouldn’t want to bother you just because he’s tired (and in big need to be the little spoon). so he just ends up sulking for a bit, before you yourself drag him to the sofa, and place his head on your lap, so you could continue doing your thing, and run your fingers through his hair.

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[meowzfordayz]

sunday shenanigans

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: hi there !! im new to submitting emergency reqs so im so sorry if I did this incorrectly :( something traumatic happened over the weekend at a place where I thought I could feel safe and it’s just been bugging me sm.

I was wondering if I could just get a quick little sanemi x gn!reader and/or aged up genya x gn!reader fluff drabble? I don’t really have a prompt in mind, just need something fluffy for comfort. if not then I completely understand !! thank you. 🫶🏼

“Goooood morrrning!” you chime softly, eyes still heavy with fatigue, but nowhere near as droopy as Sanemi’s expression staring half asleep back up at you.

“M’morning,” he mutters, voice deep and gravelly, a lazy arm raising to cover his brow, “Sleep now.”

“Baaabe,” you coo, nose crinkling as you lean in to smooch his forehead, “Good morning!”

Grunting, he weakly shoves at your shoulder, slight pout on his mouth, “Shaddup.”

“Rude!” you huff, smiling widely as you proceed to kiss his right cheek, his left cheek, the tip of his chin, “You’re so fricking cute!”

“So fucking tired,” he groans, attempting to roll over onto his side, scowling contentedly as you wrap a needy arm around his waist, restraining his efforts.

Whining quietly, you slump your body on top of him, indulging in his sunkissed warmth, one hand settling itself in his bedhead, the other curling into the heat of his clavicle, “Don’t leave meee, Saaa-ne-miii.”

“Literally quit yapping,” he grumbles, even as he willingly accepts your clinginess, eyelids threatening to close again, “Weighted blankets don’t fucking talk.”

“Shinazugawa Sanemi!” you gasp in mock surprise, “I’m not a weighted blanket! I’m your dearly beloved p-mf-hmfp-”

You’re cut off as he unceremoniously lifts the sheet up and over your head, somewhat muffling the sounds of your sputtering, chuckling to himself as he finally blinks the lingering remnants of unconsciousness from his vision.

“My dearly beloved, weighted blanket,” he drawls smugly, condescendingly patting the top of your head, “Shh, my sweet, let us fall back asl-”

“SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI, LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT,” you screech, clawing playfully at his bare chest, “OR SO HELP ME I WILL GNAW OFF YOUR PRETTY NIPPLES.”

Smirking, he instead chooses to ignore you, grinning dangerously when he feels the closeness of your breath, moaning dramatically at the sharp prick of your teeth nibbling.

“Oh BABY!” he cackles, body jolting at a particularly hard bite, “Enjoying m-my pretty nip-nipples?”

“You’re sooo annoying,” you growl, punctuating each word with another chomp, “Let! Me! Out!”

Slowly, very slowly, he peels the sheet back down your head, revealing your hair, then your flushed face, your lips still parked on his sternum, then your shoulders.

“Hi there,” he winks.

“You’re such a whore,” you frown, lightly smacking his bicep, doing your best to ignore the jiggle of his muscle, “A handsome, beautiful, insufferable whore.”

“I’m honored you adore me so much,” he says smoothly, “Are you happy now?”

“Always happy with you,” you reply simply, catching onto the fondness in his tone, melting into his solid embrace, “Be happier if you cooked us breakfast.”

“With you holding me hostage in bed?” he quips.

Eyes rolling, you poke at his neck, “Nooo, you obviously get out of bed to cook breakfast.”

“But you’re on top of me,” he declares.

Scoffing, you tug at his earlobe, “You’re a big, strong man.”

“Nah,” he yawns, wiggling into a more comfortable position, your limbs sprawled over him, “I’m a grumpy, sleepy man.”

“What if I get up first?” you threaten coyly.

“You wouldn’t,” he hisses, eyelashes fluttering beneath the lull of sunlight.

As suspected, you can’t bring yourself to move, his baited retort failing to rile you—Reverse psychology at its finest, Sanemi smirks—giving into his lazy Sunday mood, your hair tickling his jaw as you nod off once more.

[wabbitriii]

On a broader I’m also just exceedingly fucking an noyed at the tictokification of serious mental illnesses and terms; yeah man things like depression, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, and suicidal tendencies are more than just drawing pretty little lines of blood in a large bathtub full of rose petals while shedding three(3) tears, stealing glances to the rain pitter-pattering on the windowpane as fall leaves coat the building of whatever stupid fucking dark-academia castle were in right about now,

and neurodivergency isn’t rainbow loom bracelets on a toddler mat with cutesy little toys in perfect rows color coordinated and sorted and it’s all goo goo gaa gaa babies that need to be pwotected fwom da cwuel owtside wowld owo

god fuck that shit, lets start with neuroatypicals

it’s not very fun to overindulge in harmful, destructive behaviors because seeing past 5 years is nothing, it’s not very fun to expect to end up dead before life can even begin, it’s not very fun to actively look on living as nothing more than the “hard way”, it’s not fun to constantly think everyone around you is plotting your demise, in fact they all fucking hate you, and you’re not even good enough to stand around others, so hole up! hole up in your disgustingly messy bedroom realistically contemplating what it’d be like if you were dead, and how people would react! hole up and ignore every text, every message, every outside interaction because the very movement to pick up a phone and open up that avenue makes you sick and want to vomit

oh hey on that subject, let’s go to neurodivergence! when my cat died and my mom held her corpse, my brain decided to put the image of maggots in my mind. maggots everywhere. oh hey wouldn’t it be funny if you took a bite of her? doesn’t the smell of fucking death sound appetizing? hey if you don’t stand that pen up you’ll kill your sister. hey here some more cute thoughts of your parents and you, now shake your head like a fucking dog to get rid of them! hey go twitch in class, like a classic horror movie possessed character, im sure no one likes to gossip about that! oh hey here’s anxiety back to tell you to kill yourself!

fuck I wish it was playmats and rose baths- oh wait we haven’t even TOUCHED on schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, bpd, psychosis in general, actually, did, and the whole other side of neurodivergency that nobody likes to look at because “those people are psychos and schizos, and are, like, ACTUALLY crazy!!!! not just plain old delulu like meee!! my intrusive thoughts won,,, my hair is pritty pastel pink now hehe I’m just so ocd about-“ oh my god shut UP addison, you aren’t a cute yandere psychotic, you aren’t a neat freak ocd girl boss, you aren’t a delulu manifester or whatever the hell tiktok idiots keep coining it, keep it in the brain and pipe down

but fuck me, for I am a hypocrite, and every day I wish I could be as pretty as those cute little dark academia girlies or boys or ESPECCIALLY those very fem boys but not in the femboy way but the longish haired (mullet prolly) gnc pretty boy bishonens yaknow? like what a life to live huh! to also be able to take the most pretty and romantic parts of awful situations and apply them all to yourself and get zero repercussions, I bet I could be that person if I was skinny- oh wait a minute, I haven’t even began to talk about PHYSICAL disorders!!!!!

ok that’s enough. that’s enough. I know I’m directly feeding into this negative feedback loop, I know it’s uninformed people having fun, or even people who yes ACTUALLY have these disorders and are using platforms like tiktok to find a community where they ordinarily couldn’t, and yes I KNOW my situation is far more ideal than so many others are, but fuck me, I’m tired of idiots making light of the struggles I do have

maybe (yeah it is) part of this is me being insecure about my own identity, my own feelings and stupid dysfunctional brain, about my own appearance, about, fuck, everything that’s happening, and I just yearn to have that sort of innocent happiness yknow?

here comes the depression again, to shut that the hell down

god I’m tired, this should probably be in a notebook

this probably won’t be posted anyways

“we’re doing a thing called a ✨✨mental diet✨✨ where if you think unpleasant things,,, just think of something different!!!!!!!!! 🎀💗🎀”

ok thanks I’ll remember that when I get horrific obsessive intrusive thoughts that last for minutes at a time

wow ive been cured, didn’t realize I could simply think of something else that one time I hit myself in the head repeatedly to stop the thoughts about bugs in/on my skin

didn’t realize I could simply think of something else those many times I can’t face dishes/dirt/old food due to the upsetting thoughts that flood my head

yeah man this’ll help out so much, I’m sure I’ll stop the corpse - eating thoughts in no time 💕

[cosmicgoddesswrites]

The Nanny - Chapter 2

Single Dad!Kuroo x Nanny!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro is about at his wits end; there's only so much a man can take with work piling up, his divorce getting messier by the minute, and his 6-year-old daughter raising hell at home. Hiring a nanny sounds like a band-aid solution, but who knows, maybe this will work out?

Word Count: 1738

Warnings: Female!Reader, Some cursing, mentions of v!olence, implied panic attack

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Pulling up to the house the next morning was just as nerve-racking, if not more so, than it was the day before. (Y/n) was excited to meet Emiko, but couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

What if Emiko didn’t like her? Kuroo said if she did well then she would get to stay on as her nanny. Did that mean if she did a shit job that he would fire her?

(Y/n) pushed her worries to the back of her mind as she approached the front door, gripping the spare key Kuroo had given her so hard she thought it might bend. With a deep breath she unlocked the front door and made her way inside.

Her footsteps practically echoed in the spacious house. One would think she was there completely alone. 

Making her way to the kitchen, (Y/n) set down her messenger bag in one of the island chairs. Should she start cooking? Should she wait for Kuroo to greet her? Would he even greet her? Did she have to wait until she knew Emiko was up?

Her inner monologue was interrupted by a loud crash followed by a shrill scream that could have easily been mistaken for an emergency siren.

Instinct had (Y/n) rushing to the source of the noise and almost bumping into a frantic and half naked, very wet Kuroo.

“O-oh my god-”

“Oh, hi. Uh, I was showering, should we-?” Kuroo interrupted (Y/n), pointing to the door they were both standing in front of. (Y/n) prayed he didn’t notice her staring.

“Yes, yes we should-” she mumbled, moving to let him open the door.

Kuroo swung open the door, rushing to his daughter’s bedside and checking her for injuries. The father sighed in relief when he found none, only for his smile of relief to drop when he saw a very expensive looking night-light had been thrown on the floor.

“You scared me half to death,” he huffed, picking up the night-light, “did you throw this? You know daddy paid a lot for that.”

The little girl’s attention had shifted from her dad to the stranger in the room, her intense, amber eyes almost sizing the woman up. “Who’s that?”

Kuroo frowned at the lack of response from his daughter. “That’s (Y/n), she’s going to be your nanny, okay?” he explained, inspecting the light for any damage.

(Y/n) smiled and opened her mouth to speak only for the 6-year-old to cut her off.

“I don’t like her.”

Ouch.

Kuroo choked on his saliva and quickly turned to face his daughter, “Emiko that isn’t nice, you just met her. Can you give her a chance?”

Emiko stayed dead silent, continuing to stare (Y/n) down.

(Y/n) tried her best to play off the insanely awkward encounter, kneeling down to meet Emiko’s eye-line. “That’s okay, buuut do you like pancakes?”

The girl’s eyes lit up for a moment, she was obviously trying to mask any reaction to the mention of food, but her stomach betrayed her as it rumbled loudly.

“Well I like pancakes too, I make them nice and thick and fluffy with lots of syrup. How about I go make you and your dad some right now?” (Y/n) offered Emiko a bright smile as the little girl glanced over at her father.

“I know that sounds good to me!” Kuroo said, “How about we get dressed for the day while (Y/n) starts cooking?”

Kuroo didn’t even wait for a reply, he just stood straight and began getting Emiko’s clothes ready for the day. (Y/n) gave Emiko one last smile before heading for the kitchen.

(Y/n) could hear arguing coming from Emiko’s room as she cooked breakfast. It was clear the little girl would pull no punches on (Y/n)’s first day, making this a difficult start to what would hopefully be her new, permanent job.

Kuroo eventually entered the kitchen, frustration evident in his features as he carried Emiko to the small dining table. The little girl kicked and struggled in his hold, whining and grunting as she tried getting away. Her school uniform and hair was a mess, it couldn’t have been genes making her jet-black hair stick up like that.

(Y/n) served Emiko her breakfast as soon as the young girl was in her chair, ensuring she wouldn’t try running off to get her father to chase her. Those adorable amber eyes identical to Kuroo’s lit up as she began digging into her breakfast, not even bothering to wait for her dad to sit beside her.

The older man adjusted his tie before sitting at the table and beginning to eat breakfast as well; he seemed very pleased with the comfortable silence that enveloped the three of them.

(Y/n) turned her back to them to start washing dishes. And that’s when things took a turn.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home from school, daddy?” Emiko asked, her mind already on her next meal despite the near-empty plate of pancakes in front of her.

“You’ll have to ask (Y/n), sweetheart. From now on she’s going to be the one taking you to school and bringing you home.”

Emiko didn’t like her father’s reply. Not one bit.

She practically threw her fork down on the table, a fire in her eyes (Y/n) was all too familiar with. “I don’t want her to take me! I want you to take me!” she shouted, mouth still full of half-chewed pancakes. 

“Emiko, the earlier daddy gets to work the earlier he can come home to you.” Kuroo reasoned, only to be met with a glare from his daughter.

“You always say that then pick me up late from school anyway!” she snapped, “I don’t want her!”

Kuroo gave Emiko a stern look. “Emiko. I’m the parent and you’re the child. I’m saying (y/n) is taking you to school. She’s taking you to school.”

(Y/n) internally cringed at that. Maybe she externally cringed too. She could have a talk with him about that communication later.

Emiko kicked her legs under the table, causing it to thump as Kuroo hardened his gaze. “Well if you’re done eating you can go ahead and get to school.” Kuroo stood up and scooped Emiko out of her chair despite her protests, ignoring her as she screamed her head off and thrashed in his arms.

In the midst of her thrashing, her closed fist collided roughly with Kuroo’s nose. In shock, he set Emiko down and cupped his nose in pain, the pain causing his eyes to water. Emiko looked shocked for a moment before continuing her tantrum.

Kuroo wordlessly picked Emiko back up, grabbed her schoolbag, and carried her to (Y/n)’s car. (Y/n) followed behind silently, unlocking the car so he could get Emiko in the back seat. Once she was strapped in, (Y/n) turned Kuroo to face her and cupped his cheek.

“Let me see that, do you need ice?” She asked before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll be okay… Drive carefully.”

(Y/n) bit her lip before getting into the driver’s seat, wincing at the volume of Emiko’s screams. Despite how upset he was, Kuroo blew a kiss to the crying child in the car before turning to go back in the house.

Emiko sobbed and screeched and wailed the whole way to school, somehow not tiring herself out at all no matter how hard she thrashed in her seat. (Y/n) was almost grateful to pull up to the school parking lot and get the screaming child out of her car.

She opened the backseat of the car, noticing how Emiko flinched away as she was now practically hyperventilating through her tears.

(Y/n) immediately set beside her and cupped her cheeks so Emiko would look at her. “Hey, hey- it’s okay. Just look at me and breathe, okay, pretty girl? It’s okay, breathe.” (Y/n) cooed, gingerly wiping Emiko’s tears.

Emiko continued breathing hard, her tiny chest heaving with each breath she took. “D-Dont yell at meee!” She wailed, “Pleaaase don’t yell at me! Don’t be maaad!”

“Sweetie I’m not mad at you, I’m not going to yell at you,” (Y/n) assured her, brushing strands of messy hair off her tear-stained cheeks. “I’m never ever going to yell at you, okay? Please just be a good girl and breathe with me, okay?”

Emiko nodded quickly, staring up at (Y/n) as she mirrored her breathing. A couple moments later, Emiko was breathing normally, blinking back tears and shaking in her seat.

“Good girl,” (Y/n) gave her a gentle smile as she praised her, continuing to stroke her head. “Can you tell me why you’re upset?”

The little girl sniffled, her bottom lip quivering, “I hit my daddy…” she whimpered.

(Y/n) frowned as she began to try combing down Emiko’s messy hair with her fingers. “You didn’t like hitting your daddy, huh?”

Emiko responded only by shaking her head. “He hates me…”

“That’s not true.” (Y/n) quickly corrected her, tilting her head. “Your daddy loves you soooo much. And I bet more than anything he just wants a great big hug from you to make it okay. How about when he gets home, you apologize and kiss and hug him better?”

Emiko nodded sadly, nervously picking at her fingers.

“We have to get you into school now, okay? I want you to think about what you want for dinner and I’ll take you grocery shopping with me after I pick you up, okay?” (Y/n) smiled down at her. “Anything you want I’ll make, then you and daddy can sit down at dinner and share it.”

(Y/n) felt relief wash over her as Emiko nodded and unbuckled her own seatbelt, moving to get out of the car. “Do you know how to make spaghetti?” She asked quietly.

(Y/n) giggled and helped her out of the car, walking her to the front doors. “That’s my faaavorite thing to cook! I’ll make a list for the grocery store, sound good?”

Emiko nodded, already looking like she had perked up. The two said their goodbyes and (Y/n) left her teacher her phone number before going back to the house. Hopefully Kuroo would be gone and the two could avoid an awkward encounter.

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[cxsmicmyeon]

LAUGHING GAS , PCY

park chanyeol x fem! reader

the aftereffects of your boyfriend’s wisdom teeth removal are simply too cute to handle and make you realize something important.

genre: canon, fluff! word count: 672 warnings: chanyeol on laughing gas being the cutest thing

author’s note: this idea came to me in the shower and i knew i had to write it. i watched markiplier’s wisdom teeth removal video for inspiration lmfao. feedback and notes are very much appreciated <3

“Miss (L/N)?”

You looked up from your phone to see a nurse looking over to you. “He just woke up and is asking for you.” You nodded and stood from your seat, following her down the long hallway of the hospital.

You could already hear Chanyeol’s slurred voice echoing down the halls as you followed the nurse to his room.

“I... I’m an idol! I make music... and siiiing... and raaaap! And I’m in a groupppp. Wanna know it’s naaame?”

“EXO! EXO... yeeeah! We have sooooo many fans allll around the world!” 

“I looove EXO-L so so so muchhh! They are soooooo amazing!”

“My faaaavorite person in the whooole wiiiide wooorld is my beautiful giiirlfriend! Did you know I have a girlfriend?”

“She is soooooo amazinggg! I caaaan’t wait for you to meeet her!”

As soon as the nurse opened the door to Chanyeol’s room, you saw him in the dental chair, smiling goofily with a face wrap around his head. He continued to talk to the dentist and their assistant, waving his arms animatedly as he spoke.

“Chanyeol, there’s someone to see you!” the nurse whispered. He turned to face the door of the room, pointing lopsidedly at the door.

“Whooooo?” Chanyeol slurred, his goofy smile growing twice the size at the sight of you. “(Y/N)!!!!!!!!”

You grinned as you stepped inside of the room. “Hey Channie.”

“Dooooc! Nuuuurse! This is my giiiiiirlfriend!” The giant reached out to you as you took a seat next to the chair. His hands brushed your face, eliciting a gasp from your loopy boyfriend. “Ohhhh, nooooo! Did I hit youuuu?”

“No, it’s okay, Channie. I’m okay, you didn’t hit me.” you cooed as you took his hand into yours.

“I hiiiit you! Nooooo!” Chanyeol whined as he yanked his hand away from you. “Don’t hold my hand, it’s eeeevil!” 

“How come it’s evil?”

“Because it hit my beeeeautiful girlfriend! And that’s iiiiilegal!” You couldn’t help but giggle at Chanyeol’s wailing. 

“You’re adorable, hun.”

“Am I rweaaaaly?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Whoaaaa! I can’t believe the prettiest girl in the woooorld called meee adorable!” You bit back a smile as Chanyeol reached for your hands again. “Waaaaah, look how tiiiiny!” He giggled before letting out a loud yawn.

“You tired, baby?”

“Not... tired...” Chanyeol slurred before shutting his eyes. He held your hand against his chest as he drifted off into dreamland. He looked so peaceful, so at ease in this state. You remembered how anxious he was pre-surgery and how you had to hold his hand as the dentist put a gas mask over his mouth. You were so happy and proud that he got through the surgery successfully despite his worries and anxieties.

“When do you think he’ll be good to go home?” you asked the dentist.

“Once he wakes up we’ll see if he’s less loopy.” they responded. You thanked them as you turned to stare at your sleeping boyfriend, a smile etching at your features. You took out your phone and snapped a picture of him, sighing at how cute and peaceful he looked.

“Do you mind if I stay in here with him ‘till he wakes up?”

“Of course not, it’ll be better for him to see you when he wakes up since he was asking for you before.” You nodded as you ran your thumb up and down his hand. 

The dentist excused themself from the room, leaving you with a sleeping Chanyeol. The more you observed how he snored lightly, how his hair fell right before his eyes, how his chest rose and sank the more he slept, you realized something. Something more important than anything else in the world.

You loved Chanyeol. You loved his passion for music, his goofy demeanor, how he hugged and kissed you, how proud he was to show you off to his members, friends and family. You loved everything about the man sleeping before you.

“I love you, Park Chanyeol. I love you so... so much.” you whispered quietly, squeezing his hand.

[twisted-imagines]

I really loved your headcannons for sfw and nsfw headcannons for savanaclaw!! I had to stop reading it a couple times bc things got steamy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). May I request a scenario of octavinelle with MC and and the guys taking a bath together, it can be both sfw and nsfw (*^ω^*)

Woohoo! Right, that's what I was counting on😋 Thank you very much! I hope I caught your intention the right way because I read it like a bath together will all the boys at the same time 😏 You shouldn't have been worried, because there's also a hc ask, but thank you anyway~ So here it is, the smuttiest scenario I've ever written and headcanons for each character separately. Those are mostly sfw, maybe not as fluffy as you wanted, but I tried;

Please remember to use protection, leave your comments and enjoy yourself💗

Bath time with Octavinelle trio 🐙🐬🦈

Deep breathe in and breathe out. Your heartbeat was slowly returning to its usual pace. Finally, the hunt was over, Bean's Day a total success, mostly. Maybe it would have been even better if the competitive atmosphere didn't get to you in the middle of it and rendered you a useless, anxious mess. You were glad Leech twins calmed you down then and took care of you for the end of the event. Perhaps those types of games weren't meant for you.

Resting in the pleasant shadow of the forest's margin while waiting for Azul, you could see how hard they have worked. The way Jade was frowning and sighing heavily from time to time with Floyd just lying near him on the ground whining, not on top of his game anymore. When the white-haired man finally separated from the crowd you got up to wave in hopes of him noticing you. He spotted you quite fast and strode into your direction.

"Good job today, all of you. You gave the monster team quite a challenge, isn't that right, guys?"

The Octavinelle dorm leader's speech was flawless as usual, not betraying the bitterness from his earlier encounters and the adrenaline still present in his system. It was obvious, the facade he was putting on. You learned to see past it, after spending so much time with the boys. To you, their inner selves were much more interesting. You couldn't help but smile to yourself. The year promised to be the most vivid you've had yet if they continued to be the constant presence in your everyday life, those boys.

"Oh, aren't you spacing out, [Name]?"

"Right, right~ Pay attention to meee~"

Voices from both of your sides belonged to none other than the two brothers. You snapped back to reality. Floyd was now hanging off of your right arm, a quite usual occurrence you had to note, and his twin was closely observing your face. A slightly annoyed sight escaped Azul. All the running around was finally taking its toll on him, he looked weary and tired. It seemed even talking was too much for him at the moment, something which was not like him at all.

"The main event is over, but the closing ceremony will be conducted in two hours. We have just enough time to wash up, change, and rest for a bit. We're going to the dorm right now, you're coming with us, aren't you?"

It didn't feel like a question or invitation if anything more like a concealed order, but you nodded anyway. Spending the time in their company was always bringing up your mood and did they love to see you smile happily like that.

"Yay! Bath with koebi-chan! So fun~"

Hm? What was that again? When you looked at Floyd he was already was ahead of you walking with Azul, and even Jade turned away from you when you tried to ask what was going on. Was there anything you were missing?

At the Octavinelle dormitory, you were led to a spacious room, one you had never visited before.

"It was previously used by the residents as one of the dorm's conveniences. It didn't suit us, so for doing a complete renovation of this place, only the dorm leader can now allow to use it."

"And of course Azul doesn't let anybody here, except for us, hehe~"

You listened to Azul's explanation with the occasional remarks from Floyd about how that enormous parlor with a hot tub of the size of the pool was now completely off the limits for regular Octavinelle students. The interior made you think that you entered some underwater cave, it gave off an otherworldly aura. It was a simply wonderful resort. You could only look around and once again realize just how cunning and inventive those boys could be. You felt a warm presence on your shoulder, only to find Jade standing close to you with a usual charming smile playing on his lips.

"I shall show you to the changing room. There's also a shower, but don't take long. After all the main attraction is right here."

The adjacent room wasn't as big, but it had enough place for the four you. The setting minimalistic, the only furniture was a sofa and hangers with few dressers. You could see the shower on your right. Jade's gentle grip remained on you for a fleeting moment you were observing the room before he moved away. While you were contemplating your disposition, Floyd was already casually ditching his sports clothes. You gaped at the sight unfolding.

"Hm? Is something wrong, my dear? If you have some problems, I'll be happy to assist you."

Azul's voice had the most genuine concern in it but you knew better than that. "It's all preplanned", - was reading in his eyes. Wrong? Of course, nothing was wrong in how he languidly unfastened the belts on his uniform, in the sinful grace with which he was doing it. His azure orbs were unmoving, hypnotizing you with their gaze.

"No need... I was just thinking about how fitting those clothes actually are."

Trying to escape from the whirlpool the man was trying to take you in, your eyes darted in the opposite direction, accidentally falling on Jade's rear, still clad in those skintight pants. The merman's cheeks turned pink, not missing your action, slightly misjudging it even. Daring not to make eye contact, you swiftly occupied yourself with the task of undressing.

You could finally let out a sigh of relief, having fully submerged yourself into the hot water of the pool, generosity of Azul, who prepared it. You closed your eyes and tried to enjoy the calming aroma, the steam curling, and caressing your face, but the unyielding ogling of pairs of eyes was unnerving. You were not escaping out of this, you understood.

You could feel him ripple through the water, his hands enveloping your waist. It was the sight of Floyd looking up at you with a placid smile that welcomed you. He was resting on your knees, drops of water cascading down his face. He was still. For now.

"So?~ Pretty sick, land's "jacuzzi", won'tcha say?"

His effervescent voice echoed in the room, disturbing the quiet noise of popping bubbles. You stretched your hand to place in on his face only for it to be immediately trapped in his grasp. His token toothy smile slowly returned to his face. The temperature was rising. More and more closer Floyd was moving to you until two strong hands finally trapped you between his body and pool's side. Red against your skin, his tongue traced a way from your neck to jaw. Your breathing was now much more rugged than before.

"Tasty little koebi-chan~ You have no right to look so delicious-"

A bite followed. Floyd had successfully learned all your most sensitive spots and played them smartly even now. You could no longer keep your moans to yourself. The sweet noise spurred into action two other occupants of the room, who too longed for some attention.

"How greedy of you to steal [Name] all to yourself, brother. I too want a taste."

"You guys are not the only ones in the room. How annoying..."

In your peripheral vision, you could see them move closer until you felt your arm and leg being seized on each side. You were rendered immobile, each boy molding your body into the desired pose.

"Tsch~You two can get lost, for all I care."

Saying that in low voice, almost dropping down to a growl, Floyd was relentless in his task of forcing moans out of you, your already heated body unable to resist the pleasure he was giving you. You whined when his hand dropped down to your core, aching for more stimulation. Teasing and gliding, tension fluctuating, it was driving you crazy. When he decided that it wasn't enough for him anymore, Floyd dragged you out and hoisted on the cold surface outside of the pool. The difference in temperatures and his moist fingers plunging into your hole made you wail on top of your lungs. Your body was burning up and shivering from cold at the same time, wringing in his firm grip was just spurring you further into an igneous frenzy. Your vision blurry with water dripping down your face, or were those tears of pleasure, you were no longer the master to your body. The man before you controlled your every breath, every moan, his own form partly morphing to merman's.

White bliss overtook your mind when he sharply thrust into you. It wasn't gentle, at all, but it was precisely what you wanted, what you accustomed to, and welcomed with your very own thrusts back. Floyd's fast tenacious jerks were working you into an even more nonsensical state, the weight of his body on top of yours was superseding all your thoughts with flaming hot want. The lack of free air in the steamy room was affecting you, making you light-headed. The man rocking into you with immense strength was now your only leverage in the hazy world you were residing in at that moment. Continuing to bite and mark you up, his movements became even more erratic hinting at how close your lover was. You felt it building, the imminent release, when it finally crashed down upon you. Your last scream Floyd too claimed as his own, capturing your lips in his in a messy kiss, continuing to languidly trust up into you, riding out your orgasms.

While you were regaining your consciousness, a cacophony of hisses and screams, clearly somebody bickering, was the only thing you could hear besides the low buzz in your head. They stopped abruptly, a moment of calmness took place. You could register a shadow looming over you. A warm, somewhat slippery hand caressed your hot cheek. You couldn't help but lean more into a comforting touch.

"Barbarian-! My dear, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Just thoroughly fucked~♡"

The harsh smack ringed through the room, most likely not reaching its destination. Azul's attention returned to you, the man carefully cradled you to himself, when you felt some smooth appendages slithering around your body. You reasoned, that just like the eel merman, cecaelia had also accidentally sprouted some of his octopus-like features. While Azul most certainly still stood on his two legs before you, a few tentacles, deep purple and supple, coiled around you gently, but firmly. He won't be releasing you just like that, will he?

"I'm fine Azul, don't worry."

""... I'm ready to be fucked again, go for it~" Ahaha- Auch!"

Another smack and Floyd's yelp now following it. Serves him well, mocking you like that. You drew the octopus merman closer to you and kissed softly in a reassuring gesture.

"Everybody did a good job today, only fair to have some recreational moment together. Come here."

Azul's blush only deepened from your bold invitation. He was being seduced and he had no objections to that. How jealous he had been, observing how his friend was selfishly claiming you. He could now be the one to touch and explore your soft, heated body. The thought of it made him immensely happy. The dorm leader didn't get to spend some time with you today, given you were on the opposite teams, so right at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to have you close to him, sighing languorously.

When you finally regained control over your limbs, you made the man release you so you could sit on him instead. The ell's rough loving still panged in your rear duly, but Azul soft moans and the sight of his sweet red cheeks aroused you too hard to ignore your cravings. Strong tentacles once again twisted around you, the young man was drawing you closer still, skin to skin contact was putting him to a state akin to trance, the need to have more of you, of your scent, your taste, your love overwhelmed him. You placed open-mouthed kisses down his neck and jugular, moving lower with each kiss and hickey until you reached the soft flesh of his chest. Azul was practically melting under you, pleasure clouding his mind. It was so long you made love to him, he missed the tender moments so much and here you finally were, on his lap, teasing his hardened nipples, eliciting more sweet noises out of him.

A loud sob broke out of him when you descended down on his hard cock. Swiftly encompassing your legs in a vice-like grip, his tentacles vehemently squeezing you like ivy. You could feel his suckers sticking to you, sure to leave numerous marks for you to discover later. The faster you started to move, the more vocal Azul became, his pleasured noises reverberating in the room. Desperate for more, he started to thrust up into you from his position bellow, but too shallow from being completely bewildered by the tightness of your hole. While you were desperately chasing your high, relishing in Azul's sexy expressions, eagerly kissing them away, you felt two hands reach out for your chest from behind. Jade was there flushed and needy, but the man made no other moves except for lightly twisting your nipple, aiding your second orgasm for that day, while his other hand was busy with his jerking himself off. It took just a few more thrusts for both you and Azul to reach your climax, with each other's names on your lips. The hot liquid that stained both your walls and back, was the evidence of the two men's release. Satisfied, but completely worn out by your lovers, you slowly drifted away to a dark bottomless pit of unconsciousness.

When you woke up you found yourself on the same couch you saw in the changing room, this realization coming to you a few moments later that the memories of your previous activities.

"Oh, you're finally awake. How do feel? Does it hurt especially bad somewhere?"

Jade's questions nearly missed you as their addressee, for you were slowly coming back to your senses, which also meant facing the excruciating consequences of your supposed relaxation time.

"I can't feel my legs at all. Was I out for long?"

"Not that long. I had just enough time to carry you there and run for a few things, like a transformation potion, because those bumpkins got so excited they turned to their original form."

"I genuinely don't know how that happened. [Name], I'm deeply sorry."

Azul's remorseful voice drew your attention to him and Floyd standing near the door, in their human forms, already dressed in their uniforms. Jade was wiping your body with wet cloth in the meantime, carefully inspecting your body for marks and other "love confessions".

"You have nothing to feel sorry about, I enjoyed it very much. But it seems I won't go anywhere with you today anymore."

"Indeed, doesn't seem like [Name] will be able to visit the closing ceremony. Don't worry I'll stay here with you."

Jade addressed Azul and you in turns, gentle smile was playing on his lips. Reassuring you that you will be in caring hands the man lovingly pecked your cheek.

"Heeeeh~ You want just want some alone time with koebi-chan, don'tcha, Jade?“

Floyd who was silent before neared his brother with a mischievous grin.

"Not quite right, I surely exercise more control of myself than to prey on defenseless and fatigued [Name] like that. Not to mention, I already got my share earlier today. Motivational supplies were just the best."

Jade retorted with a wicked smile of his own, showing his razor-sharp teeth in this rare instance. His twin could only blink in confusion, not ready for such a twist.

"So you were ahead of us this whole time, Jade? It's also quite unexpected from you, my dear [Name], but I'm not in the position to complain. Please rest up and restore your power, we'll go and come back."

Azul came close to you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Love you very much."

He added in a quiet voice before he left the room to prepare for the last event of the day. Before Floyd could follow him out, he ran up to you to briskly kiss you on the lips and say his own goodbye:

"Koebi-chan is always so fun to play with, it's too hard to stop sometimes. Be a good little one and relax. Don't get lonely, I'll come soon, 'kay?~"

Bathing headcanons(SFW/slightly NSFW)

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

• Very diligent about his bathing and grooming routine, Azul takes shower at least once a day. To be a successful businessman one needs to take care of himself and his looks and the dorm leader doesn't slack off on it. Not to mention, he loves water and misses the ocean and how freely he could move in it. The land's shower is just a small gateway to dull his nostalgia.

• His personal care products mostly smell of some fruit or flower. It's the type of smell that makes you want to just inhale it over and over, maybe just nibble on his skin a bit, flustering poor octopi.

• Maybe sweet smells don't exactly tie in with the image of the powerful, all-mighty magician he works hard to uphold, but practice shows different results. He smells pleasant, relaxing, like somebody who you would gladly entrust your unique magic or valuable possession. How can a guy with such a sincere smile and the air of the flower field in spring around him be threatening? Azul may have lost all of his contracts, but he steadily grows his collection anew, more determined than ever.

• It takes him a lifetime to confess that he wants to shower with you, much faster is just to invite him yourself. You can sense just how eager he is, but the thought of you seeing him naked, and vice versa makes him too shy. Just grab him and take with you, he won't protest much. He helps you to wash your back and hair, loving every second of it. And when you rub him back and massage his body, any and every insecure thought just evaporates, leaving only raw and vulnerable Azul starved for tender touches and appreciative words. When you stay with him, Azul always subtly suggests having a shower together, blushing profusely each and every time. He doesn't even think about doing anything sexual, just washing each other is already intimate enough practice for him.

• He took a habit to always rub and massage your back, be it in the bath or shower, he too finds enjoyment, especially when he hears you sigh in approval or relax into him. Azul would love to receive the same gentle treatment but to his head. With the amount of mental work he does daily he's not a stranger to migraines anymore. But somehow, when when you rub and massage his scalp the annoying pain goes away. He jokingly complains that you've never told him you could use a magic like that, but he's grateful nonetheless.

• Baths are a whole event for him. He's the type to place aroma candles everywhere, throw in a beautiful bath bomb and bring a glass of his preferred drink. And you, of course, his dear lover. Now everything is set for the perfect evening with you, his most favorite person, by his side.

•❗ No action in water unless it's a big enough place for you to safely attempt anything in there. And definitely not the shower, not in a lifetime. He's not strong enough to support you, and he's still adjusting to walking on legs. And it's much more exciting to tease him until he practically begs you to take him right away, only to make him wait for when you're out of dangerous grounds of the shower.

Jade Leech 🐬

• Not as disciplined as his dorm's leader, Jade still makes sure to take a shower once every few days, he has to look presentable and smart as a vice dorm leader himself.

• He smells like the sea breath, very fresh and subtle, not enough to make him stand out, but special enough to understand that this guy is not an ordinary one.

• it's somewhat of his fantasy to take a shower with you. You and water? The perfect combination. It would be a one morning when you stayed at his room, that Jade would tell you, blushing, that he was going to shower and wouldn't mind if you joined him. He would go ahead, not really hoping that you will follow him until he feels a kiss on his shoulder and hands enveloping. Didn't take him too long to understand who just decided to join him, Jade smiling happily at that.

• He wants to wash you, take care of your every body part. If you insist that you can do it yourself or shy away from him he'll tease you and still continue to do his thing. He pampers you to the fullest, just about everything is taken care of. He loves to feel your skin, to see how water streams down your body. If you two are in a rush, Jade won't relent, but he'll be grateful if you wash him in return.

• Baths are also nice in Jade's mind, but he'll take one exclusively if he is exhausted or is promised to have you with him in it. It'll take some bending and working around with it, this man is too tall for most baths. He'll casually hug you while you two relax and enjoy each other's company.

•❗He's pretty open to bathtub sex, Jade thinks that your wet, flushed body is one of the most erotic sights he's ever seen. There he was, thinking you couldn't get even hotter, but he can't keep his hands off of you now, please take responsibility. Still not safe to fool around in the shower, but at least you tried. It wasn't half bad, but Jade confessed later that it was too stressing - he's not willing to risk your health like that anymore.

Floyd Leech 🦈

• He's like a small child when it comes to bathing. It's too bothersome, he doesn't stink, what's the problem. It's a damn war, when Jade tries to stick him in a shower or a bathtub, because a certain furious octopus, hard bend on self-grooming, ordered to have Floyd showered one way or another. The catch is, as soon as he's in water, he's the calmest angel ever. He'll spend there as much time as his human body allows him. Generally, it's twice a week, but he goes to shower willingly after each PE class, he hates the stench of sweat even more.

• He doesn't smell like anything, at best you can smell a candy he ate just recently. He despises strong smells. If he's forced to shower with such shower gel or shampoo he'll be furious and snappy the whole time until it wears off. If he can smell it, it's bad and makes his skin crawl, annoying him to no end. He feels like biting himself, and he doesn't like it. On you, however, he prefers tasty, yummy smells, since he can take a bite no problem.

• The one who accidentally buys a juice-like bottle of some gel and gets a poisoning. "But it looked so edible~", he's banned by Jade and Azul now from any sections of the store, where there can be any chemicals in "misleading" covers.

• Actually baths are his favorite! Cue him clinging to you and just freeze there. He's enjoying it so much. At best you just sit there in his embrace, until the water becomes too cold for his liking, but other times he reverts back to his merman appearance and now he's all over you and you can't breathe properly. He's not oblivious thought, when he deems that he's teased you enough he'll release you. Your reactions are just the best, he can't get enough of them.

• One time he slipped into your shower and just grabbed a handful of your tight and thought it was the funniest thing ever, while you nearly went into cardiac arrest when somebody in all-boys dorm touched you out of nowhere. But who else could have it been, if not your capricious boyfriend. Now, Floyd is suddenly all about going to shower each day, of course dragging you with him. He doesn't even shower, he just stands under the water and squeezes you, ultimately not giving you the chance to clean neither you nor him. It takes colossal efforts, to make him scrub his body, but he still doesn't leave your side.

• ❗By far the most dangerous to have shower sex with, but also the most exciting. Does it stop you? Mostly. Him? Never. He always looks forward to when you inevitably get frisky. Floyd will edge you till the point of crying, have you begging for him to fuck you. He also has enough strength to pick you up and ram into you, or he'll just turn you around and press himself behind setting a fast pace right away.

[lilypixels]

Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol) 

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far?  lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring 

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?  page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn 

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie​ and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

[sohin-ace]

Doppio - Frog Princess

Fairy tale AU and lots of love for my small man.

Doppio dragged his feet across the garden, restless and desperate. He sighed and whined to himself, taking the opportunity of being all alone to voice his pain and concerns, something he was never allowed to do.

"Aww jeez... This prince life isn't made for me..."

He huffed again and tugged at his very uncomfortable, gold adorned collar that was almost suffocating him.

Doppio looked around him, sure enough, the tall trees surrounding him did a great job at hiding him from the potential workers on the castle grounds that could possibly be looking for him.

He could finally have a little moment for himself and sneak out, maybe to cry to himself a little bit.

"O-ow... That still hurts..." The boy whined and rubbed on his bruised fingers, the results of angry professors punishing him for each mistakes he made. "I'm no good, I can't do anything right..."

That's right. Prince Doppio was a clumsy and anxious boy who lacked capacity in every domain. He always tried his best and obeyed every and each order, he wasn't undisciplined, oh no, young Doppio was a good boy.

He was just bad. He hardly managed to keep the required straight stance for more than ten seconds, was better at petting the horses than at riding them, couldn't follow etiquette at all, or protocol, was extremely forgetful and sadly, mother nature did not grace him with the strongest physical traits a young man his age was expected to have.

"Tch... Trish was so popular everyone courted her and she was so easy to marry, but me... No one would want to marry a good-for-nothing like me..."

He angrily kicked some rock and held his back that cracked at the movement, in pain, squeezing his eyes shut and sobbing at the sore feeling. That last lesson of fencing went so terribly wrong, how did the others do it?

"I'm so tired... Why meee...?"

"Ribbit!"

"Huh?" Doppio was startled at the very sudden but intriguing croaky sound and approached its direction near the pond.

He couldn't see anything at first, but then a tiny little creature jumped out of its hiding place. Doppio's honey eyes widened and he quickly wiped his warm tears, crouching down towards the animal.

"A frog!" He exclaimed happily, almost like a small child, new to the world. "Hi! You're so tiny, what's your name?"

"Ribbit!"

He knew very well the animal couldn't respond to him with actual words, but just the feeling of having even a one-sided conversation soothed a bit of his loneliness down. He cupped his hands together to invite the frog in, and the animal obliged by jumping on them.

He looked down and observed the chubby little creature. It had the cutest, roundest eyes, almost sparkly in the dim forest light, its green color was so bright and homogenous, there weren't any marks or patterns that frogs usually had on their skin. Even its limbs were tiny and soft, Doppio couldn't help but pet it with one careful and shaky finger.

"O-ooh! Oh my god!" He squealed uncontrollably. "You're so squishy!"

"Ribbit ribbit!"

The quiet and high-pitched croak felt so pleasant to his ears, it meddled with the sound of the water next to him and made him feel so much at peace. He loved to hear that cute sound and how the frog's belly puffed up like a balloon with each croak.

"What are you? A boy or a girl? I'd say you're a girl because you're super pretty and have a tiny voice."

"Ribbit Ribbit! Ribbit Ribbit!"

Doppio gasped loudly. "D-did I get it right?! Oohh yes!! That's so cool! Well... Not like I would have minded if you were a boy... Or both... Wait, do frogs have genders? Oh it doesn't matter."

The young prince felt like this frog was currently the only thing keeping him sane. He had no one else to talk to, there was no one who actually cared for his own well-being and he had no friends.

The only real person to actually show him some kind of recognition and love was none other than the King Diavolo himself. But even his sweet words and affection seemed somewhat back-handed and laced with pressure and severity.

"You know, you're lucky, little thing..." Doppio started with melancholy. "You don't have to worry so much about your life... I'm bad at everything and I'm all alone... I don't know what to do..."

"Ri-rib, ribbit!"

"Even if a nice princess wanted to marry me, I would turn her down because she would deserve better... Sometimes I wish I could disappear..."

"Ribb-ribbit!"

Doppio's eyes softened on the small frog. That's how sad and pathetic he was. Talking his problems out with a frog.

"Why do I feel like you actually understand me...? Thank you for listening to me and being my only friend."

Without even thinking, he lifted the small frog and brought it towards his face, giving it the tiniest of pecks. He smiled at how weird the feeling was, the animal was cold and slightly humid, a bit sticky too which he did not mind surprisingly.

He sighed and looked up mindlessly before his eyes were suddenly striked by a blinding flash of light.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

The light flashed brighter and brighter, coming from the frog in his hands. What was going on?

Doppio could only drop the creature and shield his eyes with his arms desperately as the frog sparkled like a thousand fireflies and grew in size.

The boy squinted his eyes shut and fell back right onto his butt before he felt a strong weight pressing on him, the mass eventually pinning him down onto the ground.

"U-uughh..." He groaned and rubbed his head, a sharp headache from the harsh light hitting his sensitive eyes still slowly fading.

He looked down only for his eyes to widen like saucers. He couldn't believe what he was currently witnessing and thought that maybe he went blind from the flash and was hallucinating right now.

The weight on top of him revealed to be the figure of a girl laying unconscious. He couldn't see her face buried in his chest, but he could make out her beautiful hair, smooth skin tone and the very frilly green dress she was wearing.

And that wasn't just any dress either, the golden ornaments, the tulle, the silk, the lace, the satin... That was an expensive dress, was she...could she be... A nobleswoman? A baroness? A...

...A princess?

"A-aah..." The girl moaned quietly before pushing herself up, not without struggle and Doppio gasped.

"A-are you okay signori-..." The boy could barely finish his sentence and only mumbled open-mouthed nonsense.

He was beyond mesmerized at the beauty who had just ever-so-slowly lifted her face up to look at him. Her shining wide eyes, her innocent glossy lips, her rose dusted cheeks and her hair framing her perfect face made him believe he just stumbled into some sort of forest Goddess.

"Ah-I... U-uuhm.. Y-you...uh.. W-ah-...eh... I-I'm..." He stammered awkwardly, his brain melting like ice in summer as his face and ears burned a crimson red, his breath catching in his now dry throat.

"Ah! My stars!" The girl gasped as she hovered over the immensely flustered prince. "I am so sorry! I must be crushing you!"

The young girl fretted anxiously before trying to scramble over on her knees and straighten herself up to give the poor man some much needed space, but as soon as she did, she was hit with a wave of dizziness and lost balance again. Doppio was quick to sit up and catch her against his chest, wrapping careful arms around her.

"A-are you okay, miss? What happened to you? What's going on?" The boy asked worriedly, regaining his composure slowly.

"Ah y-yes... It's just... It's been so long since I've been glamoured..."

"You've been... Glamoured?" Doppio couldn't be more confused than this, but the girl explained further as she leaned back slightly.

Her name was Y/N L/N, daughter of the King L/N. Many years ago, she had been the victim of a curse cast by the one and only sorcerer Dio, who was overcome by fury and rage against anyone affiliated with the Joestar Empire, or those who refused to become one of his pets, casting spells after spells, and curses after curses.

"He turned me into a frog and swore to me that nobody would ever come to save me from my demise... But you..." Y/N looked up at Doppio's honey eyes and couldn't help the tears pooling at her eyes.

She was free, at last.

"I was all alone... And you came here... My savior..."

Her soft voice cracked with thick emotions and she stared into Doppio's golden eyes with soft ones, her vision blurred by warm tears. Doppio gasped lightly, moved by her story and she shyly wiped her tears.

"A-ah, forgive me! How shameful of me, to weep in front of a prince like this... I'm just.. So..."

"No, princess, don't apologize." He gently held her wrists to pull them away from her timid face. "You have the right to be overwhelmed... Nobody's here, besides... I cried too, earlier, in front of you. Nothing wrong with showing your emotions."

She sighed dreamily at his gentle words and soft touches, the now more confident boy stirring her heart. "What is your name, my prince?"

"Doppio." He gulped, stiff as a rock at her saccharine gaze and tone. "Doppio Vinegar."

"You're a good person, Doppio..." She breathed out, her words dripping with warm sincerity. Doppio's heart could only skip beats at each and every one of her actions.

The boy may be clumsy and bashful, he surely wasn't dense. He well knew he was deeply falling in love with this frog princess, but something in him told him she may not be completely disinterested in him either, despite his overall appearance and personality.

But maybe, just maybe, it was because she didn't know him enough. She didn't know this extent of his foolishness, how worthless of a man he truly was. This was the perfect opportunity for her to just push him away and run back home, only to never see him again.

But against all he could have ever expected, he was completely shaken out of his low self-esteem filled transe when he felt her leaning her delicate hands and head against his chest, closing her eyes and relishing in his warm hold still on her.

"Prince Doppio... I feel so safe when I'm in your arms... I'll forever be grateful for granting me my deepest wish..." She lifted her head just enough to look at his blushing freckled face, his mouth agape. "How could I ever reward you?"

Was she... Really serious? Nobody has ever told him they felt good around him. Nobody has ever felt safe around the small and skinny man that was Doppio. Could he be strong enough for her?

Well one thing was positive, he didn't want to let her go, and if he had to eat razor blades to protect her, he would do it without batting an eye.

She actually wanted to, or at least seemed to, stay with him. She felt grateful, for him, of all people!

He hoped she wouldn't hear his heart go feral in his chest. She would do... Anything for him? Could he be selfish? Could he ask the inimaginable? Would she say yes? He wouldn't force her but... He would love to think about himself only, just this once in his life.

He had nothing to lose.

He gently grabbed both her hands in his surprisingly big ones, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin, as if to want to imprint his love onto her.

"Ma-... Marry me, Princess Y/N!" He confessed with loud yet clear determination. "Please, be mine! I will cherish you like my most prized treasure, you will never be alone and feel unsafe again! I promise my entire life to you, please promise me yours!"

She widened her eyes at his sudden assertiveness and his strong, meaningful words. The pink boy in front of her shook her heart in so many ways, and she had already lost everything to Dio in the past. She had absolutely no reason to deny, now did she?

The girl smiled bright and slowly pulled her hands out of his grasp, only to immediately wrap her arms around her hero's neck, nuzzling her face against him lovingly.

"Yes! I accept... my sweet Doppio."

[fallingforthedivine]

Ive never really requested before but would you perhaps write something with katsuki where his class doesnt know hes dating someone and they all find out in some weird situation. Thanks! 💫

BAKUGO X G/N READER.

warnings // none

Sure thing!!

-you are in the general studies course for this:)

-So let’s get it clear Bakugo was actually scared

-After everything he’s been through he didn’t want to loose you or put you in danger

-so that turned into the relationship being secret!

-sneaking into each others dorms

-sitting next to each other at lunch

-claiming your both going home for the weekend but staying with each other the whole time

-that’s where you went wrong.

-A crisp saturday morning was the perfect time to go on a study date with your longtime boyfriend Katsuki. You’d both met up on the train and made your way into the city. The sunrise was so beautiful you couldn’t look away but Katsuki couldn’t stop looking at you. You looked stunning.

-Once you got off the train you’d made it into the city center and found out the normal cafe you went to was closed.

-Angry. that’s how to describe Katsuki,,, well that’s how to always describe him. He’d planned out a really nice date and it’s ruined.

-trying to lift his spirits you suggested the cat cafe! It’s nearby and cats always seem to gravitate towards him.

-Normally he’d say no but you were obviously really trying so he agreed.

-little did you both know Shinso, Kaminari, Mina, Kirishima and Sero were all at the cat cafe today- trying to out weird each other.

- Kirishima and Kaminari were seeing who could pet the most cats while drinking milkshakes and Mina and Sero were debating if cereal counts as a soup. Whilst Shinso was just in the corner with a cat.

- You knew Shinso(you were in the same class) but you hadn’t met the bakusquad yet. That’s how Bakugo liked it. His friends were strange and bound to realise how soft for you he was.

-you’d sat down in the cafe and ordered some cake and tea- bakugo ordered a single coffee.

-His focus was purely on you and the cat that sat i your lap, in love with your kindness.

-This is the exact moment Shinso spotted you- with the “worst jackass” of 1a.

- He nudged Kaminari thus making him spit milkshake out of his nose when he realised Bakugo was on a date with someone.

-The laughter that erupted from the group at Kaminaris misfortune grabbed Katsukis attention. He knew those laughs and cries of pain

-His mind was a situation of “oh no no no” and “fuck this” not forgetting “why the fuck did he spit milkshake out of his fucking nose”

-He grabbed your hand, left money on the table and ran

-you’d ended up three blocks away from the cafe before he let you breathe

-“ shut up” he said before you could even say anything

-“don’t - tell- me- to- shut-up” you snapped back while trying to catch your breath

-“what was that about?” no answer

-“Katsuki.” you demanded he winced at your change intone

-“myfriendswerethere” he mumbled but you heard

-he told you why he wanted a secret relationship and you were fine with that and honestly this was funny

-“awh is Katsuki embarrassed of meee”

-“no. fuck off” he says, holding your hand.

a few days later

-you’d got a text from katsuki asking to bring him the textbook he left in your dorm

-so as a good partner, you did

-Mina saw you walking to his direction and decided “they are now my friend”

-“Hey! are you going to the 1a dorms?!” she asked almost hugging you with happiness

-“um yeah” that was a mistake. Mina took you there and sat on the couch was a very shocked and tired Katsuki who was waiting for you to knock

-lots of :0 when mina figured it out

-sero was next and it involved milkshakes again

-you were talking with mina and sero spilt his milkshake on your legs :(

-he felt really bad and you said it was okay but katsuki was practically on fire screaming at him and swearing up a storm

(kirishima already figured it out before either milkshake incident but didn’t want to annoy bakubro)

- Hope this was alright !! please send in any requests i love writing for them but they may take awhile as i’m in college :)

[luminous-studiess]

Ummm so I'm new to tumblr so don't judge if I did something wrong.Ummm how can I be like you? Like you know? Productive and smart.I always push myself but ended up being distracted by things (I have adhd and depression).I can't even remember anything after.I suffer,and continue suffering, from my mental illnesses.I just can't keep myself on track.My family makes fun of me for trying.I'm actually trying to find a part time job here but nothing hires minors.Idk please help meee.

hi, friend! answer under the cut because this will be long. 

please know you’re doing nothing wrong, and that the fact you keep trying to become better and to push yourself to always get things done despite difficult circumstances already shows that you ARE already productive and smart. 

second, it also helped me when i was struggling very heavily last year to learn  two things: 1) there will always be particularly bad days when you live with mental illness, but all the little efforts you take, it slowly does get less difficult. getting better does not mean completely getting rid of all the symptoms you experience, but mostly just learning the best ways and small, gentle things you can do for yourself to manage your condition. this really requires a gentle but firm balance between pushing yourself to do the things you absolutely need to do, but also knowing when what level of work/school/self-care or hobbies is the limit, so that you don’t get too overwhelmed.  this means most of the time, you don’t have to worry about being productive for its own sake. it helps me when i feel like i’m drowning to know how little i can do/the most non-negotiable bare minimum, that still helps me not to fall behind.

^ this is a small, cheap pad of sticky notes i carry with me throughout my entire day. it’s only big enough so that i can only write a few school tasks/personal things i need to do/chores, which helps me evaluate what exactly i can only get done, especially on days where i don’t feel well. checking off absolutely everything on my tiny list makes me feel like i’ve accomplished a lot, because i i have-- they aren’t necessarily a lot of tasks, but they’re the ones that i know really do need to get done. it also helps me focus when i have a lot of nervous energy, and have a panicked sense of “so many things need to get done!!!?” because i can give myself a bit of time to sit down, maybe turn on an episode of a show i like or make some coffee, and write down my tasks. it really helps me with the faint, tiny guilt and dread i used to feel day by day that i was being unproductive or lazy, because now i know i’ve fulfilled all my obligations to myself (everything from doing laundry, to making dinner) and to other people (schoolwork and other tasks). it’s okay to move at the pace that’s only possible for you right now. it’s better to feel comfortable with the smallest things you can do, and build on that as the days come. 2) getting distracted is normal, given Everything Happening Right Now, plus with a mental health condition that makes it hard to focus. it can also be hard to remember things when i study, because of my own health conditions, but i’ve found that the following things have helped: regarding distraction - use a small system that keeps you from accessing any distractions when you need to get something done. i try to leave my non-essential device in another room, and set up a timer-based blocker, to limit the websites i access. - i try to acknowledge the distractions as they come, and try to figure out why: am i hungry? am i tired? have i gotten enough sleep? do i need a break? if it isn’t anything serious, i just acknowledge that i’ve gone briefly off-track-- without guilt, without judgment. then i try to turn my mind back to the task at hand. - a good ambient playlist can make me feel more focused during hard tasks in the sense that i have some form of stimulation to keep the “itchiness” at bay. video game soundtracks and film soundtracks are also wonderful for long, tricky tasks.  - sometimes i just have to start to feel motivated-- the focus actually comes in in the middle of the task. the fact of starting something may actually make you feel motivated.

- procrastinate productively: sometimes when i really don’t want to study i turn on a movie or a show and use the time to clean my room or fold laundry. my life still feels put-together, and i enjoyed myself! win-win.

- and sometimes i realize that focus may be impossible at the moment: take a break, go for a run, do something you like, take a nap.  regarding learning and remembering things i used to have the worst time recalling things for school, until i prioritized two things: SLEEP, and not cramming. i used to get extremely poor grades in my first year of law school because i would put off studying at the last and latest moment-- a few days before exams, pulling all-nighters right up until the hour the exam started. i would also just use my free time to scroll on social media, instead of taking a nap or going to bed early. this was absolutely wrong. during the exam, i couldn’t recall anything because i was too tired, too frazzled, probably didn’t have breakfast, and because i had started and finished half a semester of reading in one night. my grades have gotten much better lately-- i’d like to think it’s because i’ve centered it around two things: (a) getting enough sleep every single night (helpful ESPECIALLY if you have health problems-- mental or physical), and (b) making exam day the least stressful it can be. how do i do this? - this means not only learning things for the exam, but also for classes on a daily period. you don’t have to study particularly hard, but you just have to study enough that you can understand what the professor is saying in class. set definite study hours every day, stop at a very specific and reasonable hour, and go to bed. try to get at least 6 hours of sleep. sleep helps me absorb everything better (idk science but this is from experience and also some very smart people i know ALSO prioritize getting sleep). wake up at a reasonable hour.  - how to study: read the syllabus, and try to get a decent overview of all the topics you need to cover before you start testing/making flashcards/doing active recall (which is IMPORTANT bc this helps you actually train your brain to retrieve information). imho as someone low-energy i find that rewriting notes/making reviewers/making flashcards makes me very tired and leaves very little time for actual studying, so it just helps to test myself by looking at the syllabus and trying to explain the concept to myself, then peeking at the textbook or materials to see what i’m missing. mind-maps are also energy-efficient ways of figuring out how concepts fit together. - how to study for exams: the very latest you should start is a week ahead. two weeks ahead is ideal. map out how much information you need to re-learn from the syllabus. move slowly with the aim of finishing the coverage by the first week. the second is for reviewing and RESTING. - THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EXAM: do a final, gentle survey over the topics you may not understand. stop at 10 pm. go to sleep.  - EXAM DAY: you’ve done the work. take the time to eat breakfast, test yourself SLOWLY AND GENTLY (avoid reading huge chunks of textbook at this point-- youll only confuse yourself), and set up your workspace to take the exam. crush said exam. as a final note: it can be hard to get things done when the people closest to you aren’t supportive. try to reach out on studyblr and find discord study with me servers, or study communities on reddit (they’re actually really nice), or with students in your class. if you need to talk, just dm me. you can do this friend, okay? take care always. gentler days will come. 

[bangtan-madi]

made with love — park jimin

Pairing — Jimin x Reader

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 1.2k

Summary — It's occurred to you that dealing with a slightly hungover Park Jimin is easily compared to guiding a toddler through the cycle of grief.

Warnings — References to drinking (do so responsibly, kids, and not when you’re under aged!)

You never drink. Ever. Alcohol has never appealed to you, ever since you were young. Even before you reached the legal age to drink, you'd made up your mind that alcohol wasn't for you. 

Despite your convictions, this life choice does tend to make events with your fiance and his members a bit awkward. Not because of them, far from it. It's never the boys that see this choice as odd. You're completely aware of how lucky you are; none of the boys, including your Jimin, have never pushed you to do something outside your comfort zone. They're also very protective of you and your lifestyle, constantly sticking up for both. 

Besides, someone has to drive them home and deal with the various outcomes of one-too-many. You've nailed down each of their drunk personalities to a T.

The fearless leader Namjoon forgets what his inside voice is, while the Hoseok is a catastrophic lightweight that becomes a shell of his usual self. Seokjin's personality becomes multiplied several times over, while Junkook eats everything in sight. Yoongi shows his hidden sappy side, and Taehyung makes a mess of everything. Your beloved Jimin becomes, if you can believe it, even more giggly and touchy than usual. They're all so different when under the influence, but when the morning after comes, each members acts the same.

Full of regret, then of frustration, then of promises to never do it again. Every time, you see them go through the entire cycle of grief in a single morning. Denial, anger, and bargaining, all the way through depression, acceptance, and readjustment: you've seen it time and time again.

Over the years, you've come up with ways of helping them recover. It's not very often that these days happen, but when that blue moon comes, they're incredibly grateful that Jimin picked such a good person as his partner.

After all, who else would deal with them in this state, especially Jimin, who becomes a big baby while sobering up? To be honest, it makes you laugh. The way he clings to you like a child is often amusing, if it isn't downright irritating. 

Last night, the story repeated itself. A celebration was innocent enough until Hoseok insisted on having a drinking contest with Jimin. At the time, you rolled your eyes, finding it laughable that the older of the two could handle himself after a single shot. 

In hindsight, maybe you should have stopped it after three.

"Jimin!" you shout across the apartment, from where you are in the kitchen to the bedroom upstairs. "You're going to be late!"

Your fiance groans and rolls out of bed, quite literally out and onto the hardwood floor with a thud audible from the kitchen. You shake your head and laugh while you finish packing him a coffee and lunch to-go. He won't be able to make his own in his half-sober state. Honestly, if he can get anything done the rest of the day, you'll be impressed. While you usually press a kiss on the note you place inside the bag, saying that you made it with love, but you decide to wait and see how he behaves this morning before putting that personal touch.

A few moments later, you hear him stumble down the stairs. His gaze is shifty, and he grips the handrail like it's the only thing keeping him upright.

"Careful," you tease, glancing over your shoulder at your disheveled lover. "If you fall, I'm not taking you to the hospital."

Jimin grimaces, his unsteady feet bringing him to stand behind you. As you finish stirring the sugar into the two beverages, his arms slip around your waist and his forehead rests against your shoulder-blade. With his breath against your spine and fingers against your stomach, you almost forget that the person you adore most is barely conscious. Even in this state, the one he seeks out for comfort is always you. You have half a mind to chastise him for being careless and drinking over his known limits, but that other half wants to do nothing more than crawl back in bed with him and forget about the day ahead.

"Mmm, what happened to 'in sickness and health'?"

You hum a response as Jimin leans against you, his frame slumped against yours in a pitiful attempt to stay awake. This first state is classic denial. "We haven't made those vows yet, Chim."

"'Nd why haven't we?" he slurs tiredly. "Let's go today, jus' you n' me, jagi."

Putting the lids on the to-go thermos', you laugh and shake your head at the thought. "Both of our parents would kill us if we did that, baby."

Jimin, not amused by your response, pushes off your back and finds his way to the kitchen table. Sloppily sliding into the chair, he slumps against the table and buries his face into his folded arms. "Y'no fun."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "And you're moody, my love. You shouldn't have drank so much. You know Hobi is constantly trying to prove he can out-drink someone. You and Kook both fell for it."

"Busan boys're comparative," he mumbles against his arm.

"You mean 'competitive'?"

He nods once, eyes still squinting against the light as he lifts his face. "'M contemplating becoming a hermit."

"And why is that?" you chuckle, turning back to your work.

"'Cause it's 8:30, I have a hangover, and you're annoying me."

You turn back to him with an eyebrow arched, sensing a shift from denial to anger. "Have you showered?"

"No," Jimin mumbles, like a small child.

"And you're not dressed either. Go get your shower, brush your teeth and hair, and get dressed."

"If I do that, can we cuddle for 'nother half hour, pretty please?"

"Bargaining isn't going to work today, Park Jimin." You tug on his hand, but the blond refuses to move. "C'mon. Up, up."

"Too tired. I quit working today. The world's too bright n' loud out there. Not ready to face it, jagi. Don't make meee."

And there goes depression.

"For God's sake, Jimin, you're a baby." You hand him his coffee and lunch, repeating the orders. "I need to get to work, but promise me you'll at least brush your teeth before heading to the studio, yes?"

Jimin nods, thankfully shifting to acceptance faster than usual. When he peaks into the bag, his brows furrow, creating an adorable rivet between them. "No note? You didn't make this with love?"

You grab your coat and keys, heading towards the door with a playful smirk. "Nope, you're being a big baby, my love. No kiss. Not made with love. Enjoy the sandwich, I hope it tastes like despair."

Your sarcasm brings a small smile onto the sobering man's face, and one hand pushes the lunch to the side as the other runs over his face. Though you won't see the final step, you see him start to slip into readjustment and know that he'll eventually be all right.

"I hate you," he laughs.

"Do you really?"

Jimin turns and looks at you as you leave, giving you the closest thing to literal heart eyes that someone could manage. "Not one bit."

You blow a dramatic kiss as you exit. "Still not made with love, you big baby!"

"That’s fine, I’ll get my kisses later!"

[chastiefoul]

sleepy day // katsuki bakugo

Walking from the dorm ahead to the unshaken UA building, your mind wandered off, eyes unbelievably heavy. The fee of staying up all night studying was due; you were exhaustingly sleep-deprived. Slowly but surely, the background chatter you heard clearly turned into one indistinguishable ball of words, an indicator that your body was ready to shut off its system just to get the rest it was desperately begging for.

You stopped your step for a while, gaining a concentration that was running away from you. You brought up a hand to rub your eyes, then blinking them as hard as you can. But to no avail, the weight stayed. A faint yet jarring ‘Oi’ nudged your composure, it sounded familiar. Still, it wasn’t your name, you didn’t have a reason to respond because unlike every other day, you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than going back to being nosy but with the blaring burden of frazzle, it was the last thing on your priority list that morning.

 Suddenly, a hand gripped your shoulder, without having to look you felt the explosive aura and the aggression it emitted. “hUH, did you just ignore me?!” The intense gaze he always had didn’t bother you as much as it did before. Perhaps it was precisely because he did it every day that it became a normal thing, that Bakugo’s harsh tone hid no ill-mannered intention; though it wasn’t the case all the time. In fact, your short-tempered boyfriend was sometimes soft, all bark and no bite. Of course, that note would only apply if he’s not somewhere in battlefield. Which is where he was at most of the time, unfortunately.

Feeling the lack of need to reply his intensity and mostly his teeth gritting, you kept your eyes at the building you were supposed to go to. “Katsuki, this is bad,” you claimed, still fighting your own eyelids. “Pretty sure it’s just your dumb ass being dramatic as usual,” he said nonchalantly, maybe too much, one would assume, if they didn’t know better. Yet, the subtle concerned side glance he put said the opposite. “I didn’t sleep last night,” you finally faced him, regret crippling across your face screaming for help. Upon hearing that, Katsuki put a blank expression, then kept walking ahead of you, as if had the same regret for even hearing what you had to say. You ran after him with animated tears.

“K-katsuki, help meee!”

“Shut up! Whose fault do you think that is?!”

-

If the usual class was hell, then this time it was like a special room demons had prepared for special kind of people, like the ones who put their milk before their cereal. You couldn’t stop dozing off every few minutes, by the seventh time, you lost the control of your awake state and knocked your head into the table, causing a loud bang against the wood, catching everybody’s attention.

A flare-like blush spread across your face while Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta cry-laughed under their breath mockingly. Aizawa just stared at you, eyes glowing red threateningly, obviously saying if you disturbed the class once more, you will be doing a self-studying at the hall. You nodded vigorously, not wanting to piss off the Pro hero any further. Realizing Bakugo’s gaze at you, you turned to him. His expression unreadable, then he looked away letting out a ‘tch’

Lunch came, Midoriya and Uraraka immediately approached you. ‘”(y/n)! Are you okay?” Midoriya asked, genuinely worried about his friend. “From which? My fight against this table or the life shortening gaze from Mr. Aizawa?” A chill ran down your spine, remembering back the latter event. “From all of.. that.” Uraraka added. You stood up, eyes bloodshot, putting a hand on each side of their shoulder. “Look at my face, then ask that question again.” An intimidating dark purple aura emitted from your back, as if your face wasn’t screaming ‘I look like shit’ enough. “Sorry, we understand.” They stood tall, sweat running all over their faces.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” you stated, after that short comedy scene finished. “It’s just there’s this part of the lecture I didn’t get yesterday, and I would hate ..it if I.. bring.. my ..cluelessness to the next.. day. So ..here.. ..we ar…zzz” Your voice grew inaudible at each word, by the end of the sentence, you were out of it.

Midoriya and Uraraka looked at each other.

Amazing, she fell asleep standing up..

“(y/n)! Let’s go already, damn it!” Bakugo shouted from the door of the classroom, this brought you back to life, realizing it’s lunch time and you had to eat. “Yes, yes, I’m coming. Let’s go, you both.”

When you arrived at the cafeteria, Midoriya and Uraraka parted ways with you, you sat with Bakugo, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina.

“Wha?!” You said, obviously shocked while looking at your food one second after you sat down. Everyone didn’t let it go unnoticed and waited for you to continue to explain what was wrong. Except Bakugo’s expression was clearly tired (of your shi-), it was almost like he said ‘Oh hell what is it this time.’

Still, you continued, “I can almost swear that I ordered a beef bowl, but I think I only said it in my mind…” You said dejectedly to your bowl of ramen. The whole squad stared at you blankly, a common expression you’re getting that day. You waited for even just a single word response, but nothing. They kept eating, ignoring your questionable stupidity.

“C’mon, not even Kaminari?” You shot your most polished pleading look. Eyelashes batted, lips pouting, y'know, things like that.

“Oi, don’t go looking at guys like that.” Bakugo grabbed your cheeks, making you turn to your food instead. “I hate to say this (y/n)-chan, with your eyes red like that, that ‘look’ won’t get you anywhere,” Mina said truthfully, not intending to offend you in the slightest obviously.

“Yeah, while banging your head against the table was very manly, not knowing your limit when doing something wasn’t very much,” Kirishima stated, his sharky tooth formed a smile. “Yes Kirishima, because clearly that’s the purpose she was pursuing for in her life... to be manly.” Kaminari said sarcastically, finding many flaws on Kirishima’s statement. “Kaminari be standing up for (y/n) when he was laughing the loudest back there,” Sero claimed, wearing his usual grin. Kaminari was frantically searching for an excuse until Mina slapped his arm, gesturing towards the said person of the conversation.

No wonder the star of the talk was nowhere to be heard, you had fallen asleep on Bakugo’s shoulder, very soundly if I might add, while the ash-blond haired male only ate quietly. Mina squealed without sound, being the number one supporter of your relationship as she is. While the guys only offered him a knowing smirk.

“Shut up! She was the one clinging into me!” He said a bit softer than his usual tone, maybe not wanting to wake you up, but he will never admit that because well, he’s Bakugo. Hearing his answer his friends stared at him in disbelief.

“What?!” The scowl on his face deepens. “Dude you’re putting an arm over her shoulder,” Kirishima started, “Making you eat with only your left hand,” Sero added, “Which was your non-dominant hand.” Kaminari continued, “Bakugo, break news, you’re whipped.” Mina finished.

Critical hit to the now furious Bakugo. His free hand was starting to form a splatter of explosion, eyes raging. The rest of the table swiftly brought their empty plates and ran, laughing while getting away from him, blatantly not showing any remorse or regret a word they were saying.

Bakugo sighed, resting his eyes on you.

“Idiot, don’t let me be on my own like that. You owed me big fucking time, okay?” he grumbled, a bit too gently for his liking. You did that to him sometimes. You unconsciously let out a soft grunt, snuggling closer.

He smiled at that.

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Hell to Pay: Part Forty-Eight

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XL, XLI, XLII, XLIII, XLIV, XLV, XLVI, XLVII

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: warnings for smut. this was supposed to be a fluffy chapter :( it is fluff lite(Tm)

In the past two weeks Lev had gotten strong enough that Ash had let him out of bed. After Nik slathered Lev in sunscreen, Lev was allowed to float in the pool, hanging onto an innertube and kicking his feet lightly. Nik was treading water in front of him, so Lev leaned forward until he could pull nik close enough to kiss.

Swimming would be good exercise without wearing him out. The last time he’d pushed himself too far, his fever had risen again. No one had been happy with him about that. It’d taken days before they let him do anything again.

“Hi,” Lev said after the kiss, tracing Nik’s cheek lightly.

Nik’s smile was lopsided. “Hi.”

Lev flicked some water in Nik’s face. “I missed your smile,” Lev said, resting his cheek on the inner tube.

“I smile all the time,” Nik replied, splashing Lev back gently.

“Not really,” Lev said thoughtfully. “Not real ones. And not lately.”

Nik wrinkled his nose. “You’re a buzzkill.”

“I know,” Lev said solemnly. “It’s my job.” After a heartbeat, he tugged on Nik’s hair, flattening it. “How’s Amara?” He asked eventually. “You went to see her a few weeks ago, right? Before I got sick?”

“Last I heard she was trying to get pregnant,” Nik informed him.

Lev blinked. “Has she thought that through?” He said after a heartbeat. The words were hard, and guilt ate at him for even saying it. It- it was jealousy, and he knew it.

Nik shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s Amara. She joked about being Cin’s housewife, but who knows.”

“Yeah,” Lev muttered. He stroked Nik's hair lightly. “I wouldn’t think Cin would get behind that.”

“Well, I think for once he’s going to have to be on top.”

“Ew. I don’t wanna know about her sex life,” Lev whined, pushing at Nik’s head in a weak attempt to shove it underwater.

“You dunk like a two year old.”

“I have noodle arms,” Lev complained. “Cooked noodle arms.”

Nik patted his cheek. “You poor, pasty boy.”

Lev hummed. “You went into this knowing I was soft.” He snagged Nik’s hand and kissed the palm. “I’m fine being noodly for now. I’m safe with you, and my magic is stronger than ever.”

Nik hesitated, just a little. “Good.”

“See?” Lev pulled shadows together until he had a flower, which he tucked behind Nik’s ear.

Once again, Nik wrinkled his nose. “That’s gay.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m gay, Nik.” Lev tugged on Nik’s hair sharply. “Very gay. And I love you.”

Nik pecked him on the lips. “I know.”

Not the answer Lev wanted, but he wasn’t going to push Nik. Instead he closed his eyes and hummed instead. “How long do you think we have until Cameron needs to feed us?”

The weight of Nik’s chin on his arm was comforting. “About an hour, give or take.”

Lev nodded. “I don’t think I’ll last that long,” he admitted. “I’m getting tired.”

Nik dunked under the water, slicking his hair back as he popped back up. “Then we should probably head inside.”

“Noooo,” Lev whined. “I don’t wanna be inside. I’ve been inside for weeks.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

Lev blinked at him. “Uh. Move on the innertube so I don’t have to use energy to stay afloat?” He flushed. “It’s pathetic just hanging off a floatie for an hour made me so tired, but-” He sighed, and then closed his eyes.

Nik pushed Lev over to the steps. “Well, hop-to.”

Lev wiggled out of the inner tube, and flopped back down in it, laying across it instead. “There. Hopped.”

Nik towed him back to the deeper end. Lev hummed again, flopping a hand around until Nik took it. A low purr built in the back of his throat. He was content to lay there until Cameron came to get them.

---

Amara poked halfheartedly at the pot of noodles. “How do you know when the noodles are done again?” She complained.

Ash looked in the pot, and said, “They’re over cooked.” He dumped the pot out and handed her a new box of macaroni. “Try again.”

“You suck at teaching,” Amara said petulantly. “How am I supposed to know when they’re over cooked?”

“Did you see how those noodles were squishy like that? They’ve been cooked too long.”

“Noted,” Amara muttered. “How do I stop them from getting there?”

“Maybe actually pay attention to them?” Ash arched a brow. “You can check them periodically. You do know how noodles are supposed to feel, yes?”

“No, Ash, I only ate cereal for the past several years,” Amara snipped, before rubbing her face. “Sorry, sorry. Really tried to keep that one in.” She reached for the pot and started pouring fresh water into it. “Do you trust me to make my own coffee?”

“You do realize you can’t drink coffee when you’re pregnant, right?”

“You do realize I dropped every other bad habit cold turkey, Ashwyn, right?”

Ash looked unimpressed. “You say that like I care, Amara. Maybe you shouldn’t have bad habits in the first place.”

“Sorry, Ash, not everyone gets such a cushy life,” she snapped back, before going very quiet. “That wasn’t fair,” she finally said.

“Oh no,” Ash said, leaning against the counter. “Tell me how cushy my life is.”

“I went too far, Ash. I’m sorry.” She folded her arms and glared at the stove. “I’m just- cranky lately. And I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

Ash put his chin on his fist, watching her mildly. “On me? You mean the angel who is helping you after all the bullshit you put him through? Damn right you shouldn’t be taking it out on me. Maybe get your attitude in line before I decide that this is a waste of my time, because believe it or not, you do not hold a monopoly on tragedy.”

He was right and she was being a bitch but- but nothing, she told herself. “Sorry,” she muttered. Rather than have to look at Ash, she ripped open the box and dumped the noodles in the now boiling water. “I’ll try to keep the bitching to a minimum.”

“What’s the next step?” Ash just said.

“Don’t let them clump up? Stirring it.” She grabbed a spoon and poked at the water. “Try not to zone out and get lost in an existential crisis while I wait for them to cook.”

“Good.”

----

Nik managed to shuffle into a pair of deep red sweats and a loose black tank top before disappearing from the bathroom to find Lev planted firmly on his side of the bed hugging Cameron’s pillow to his chest. His lips pursed as he looked Nik over. “Even sweats look good on you,” he said, a bit sulkily.

Despite knowing exactly what he was wearing, Nik felt compelled to look down at his clothes anyways. “Well, duh,” he said, climbing up into the bed next to him. He smacked a kiss on Lev’s cheek. “Everything looks good on me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But it bears repeating. I like stroking your ego.”

Nik settled into the bed with his hands folded over his tummy. Eyes closed, Nik felt a smile curl on his face. “It definitely likes when you stroke it, Princess,” he said, moving to lightly pinch Lev’s thigh.

Lev squeaked. “Owwwww,” Lev whined, moving to snuggle against him. Lev pressed a kiss to Nik’s jaw. “You’re bullying meee.”

Nik hummed low, a purr sitting in his chest. “You like it,” he said, unapologetically. “And you know it.” He bit down on Lev’s shoulder and grabbed his face to kiss him chastely on the lips. “You like it very much.”

Lev hummed before pulling in for a deeper kiss. “Maybe,” he allowed, pulling back. Nik tried to not jump when Lev put an unexpected hand on Nik’s chest and leaned close for another kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Nik said, a bit faintly.

Nik settled carefully against the bed when Lev rolled on top of him, just a bit more. He pressed their foreheads together. “Is this okay?” he asked.

Nik moved to tug on a lock of Lev’s hair. “Yeah,” he said. “Missed you.” He pressed his nose against Lev’s throat, inhaling his scent. It wasn’t like he had really been all that intimate with anyone lately. Cameron hadn’t touched him since before Lev died, and well, neither had Lev, really.

“It feels like I missed you too,” he said. “Even if I don’t remember it.”

Nik wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he did what he did best and distracted them both with more kissing. There was a very obvious boner pressed against Nik’s leg but Nik wasn’t able to stop himself from shrinking back when Lev’s hand went under his shirt.

When Lev stopped immediately, Nik blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I- yeah,” Nik said.. He wasn’t sure if he were telling the truth or not, in all honesty, and he couldn’t explain the growing tightness in his throat. “I’m sorry,” he said, again, feeling the wobbliness in his voice.

Nik couldn’t explain the horrible feeling twisting in his stomach when Lev pulled away from him so his erection wasn’t pressed against him anymore. “It’s okay,” he said, reaching for Nik’s face. He stopped in his tracks when Nik pulled away even more. “We can wait.”

“No,” Nik said, voice rising. “We don’t have to. I said I wanted to.”

Lev blinked at him. “You can change your mind, Nik. It’s allowed.”

Nik’s face felt uncomfortably hot. He opened and closed his mouth several times. “No,” he retorted, sitting up and scrubbing his face harshly. “It’s not. Not with me.” He got up from the bed and damn near ran face first into Cameron coming into the bedroom. “Will you get out of my way,” Nik snapped.

“No,” Cameron said, with that irritatingly mild calm. He carefully eyed Nik and then Lev before coming back to rest fully on Nik. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, I think,” Lev said. “Nik, we really don’t have to have sex.”

Nik growled and tried pushing his way past Cameron once more. “Let me go.”

Cameron needed no further prompting and took a smooth step to the side and let Nik storm past him out to the pool.

It was lit by faint lights, illuminating the clear water. Nik sat on the edge of the pool with his knees pulled up to his chest as he glared at the water and thought about everything and nothing at all.

---

Lev watched Nik leave, sadness and guilt twisting him up inside until he thought it might just crawl right up out of his throat and strangle him. He tugged one of Nik’s pillows into his lap and watched Cameron instead.

Cameron’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You want to tell me what just happened?”

“Nik and I were... we were making out, and he was okay with it, and then I went further, and he wasn’t, and he got upset when I backed off instead of pushing him.” Lev frowned, tucked his arms around himself. “Did- did something happen while I was dead? Or- is it something else?”

Cameron thought about that, pursing his lips. “A little bit of A, and a little bit of B,” Cameron said, pausing. He eyed Lev. “You know."

It took a second, but Lev nodded slowly. “He’s pregnant,” Lev said quietly. Jealousy rose up quickly, but he shoved that down just as fast. “And he doesn’t want us to know.”

“Mm. And I haven’t had sex with him since before you died.”

Oh. Lev blinked hard, staring at the bed. “I see,” he finally said.

“Yes.”

Lev nodded slowly. “Okay,” he finally said. “We’ll take care of him, then. Right?”

Cameron leaned against the doorway. “Of course. Are you planning on telling him you know?”

That made Lev hesitate. “If he wanted me to know, he would have told me,” he said, as if he didn’t know he was projecting. “He can tell me when he wants to.”

Cameron looked vaguely satisfied. “Good. Do you want to go sit with Nik?”

“Is that wise?” Lev asked. “Should I give him space?”

“If you want,” Cameron said.

“I want to go comfort him,” Lev admitted. “I just don’t know if it’d help or make this worse.”

“Well. Consider what Nik did the last time he got upset and no one comforted him.”

Lev had no idea what he was talking about, but he slid off the bed carefully. “I should go see him then,” he said.

Cameron offered him his arm, so Lev ducked underneath it and tucked himself into Cameron’s side. He slid his arm round Cameron’s waist, and let Cameron help him to the pool.

He pulled away when he saw Nik, and settled on the edge of the pool beside him, bumping Nik’s shoulder lightly with his. He didn’t even say anything, just let Nik lean against him.

---

The next morning, Nik took off, leaving Lev with Cameron. Cameron was being a good sport about it, didn’t even seem to be too annoyed about it. That was how Lev found himself sitting on a piano bench beside Cameron.

“How much do you remember from the books you were studying before you died?”

Lev hesitated. “A little.” He ran his fingers over the keys briefly, reverently, before plinking out a simple lullaby. The first song the book Cameron had gotten him had taught him. “Not exactly classical, but...”

Cameron listened to him as he played it through once more, and then had Lev run through a C Major scale. When Lev stumbled, not as confidant in his ability, Cameron made him try again. And again. And again, until he got it right.

Lev couldn't deny the little spark of pleasure he got when he finally met Cam’s standards. He let out a small purr and leaned against Cameron.

“Can you play me something?” Lev asked before Cam could ask him to play another scale. He gave Cameron a small, playful smile. “I won’t talk this time.”

Cameron lifted a brow, ever so slightly, and then started to play a simple tune. Simple for Cameron, at least. Lev leaned against him, closing his eyes as he listened.

---

Nik found himself walking through Amara’s shitty apartment building to her apartment, only to push open the brand new door and find it completely empty. “Are you serious,” Nik said. “Now she’s gone too.”

He had turned around only to hear a very faint, “I’m back here, St. Nikolas.”

That got Nik to at least wander through the bare apartment until he found her laying on her back where her bed once was. He leaned against the doorframe. “So….. trying for the minimalist look?”

“Cin decided to buy me a house.”

Nik pushed off the doorframe and came over to lay down next to her on the floor. He folded his hands over his tummy. “And the world has not yet ended,” Nik said, solemnly, eyes closing. “How does that bitter taste of your pride feel?”

“It’s stinging like a motherfucker,” she said. And in an even whinier tone, she said, “He replaced my furniture.”

“If it makes you feel better, Cameron replaced like eighty percent of my wardrobe when I moved in.”

“Cameron’s a snob,” she said, bitterly. “Cin’s just trying to take care of me.”

“What a hardship. Poor you.”

“I had a shitty month, let me have my pity party.” After a moment of silence she muttered, “i’m taking cooking lessons from Ash.”

Nik choked on his spit. “Oh stars, why on earth are you learning from Ash. You know he has the same amount of patience as he does eyesight.”

‘Cause he offered,” she said. “Learning to cook was one of his conditions for him helping me get pregnant.”

“Well you could have asked me,” Nik mumbled. “It’s not like I’ve bought you hundreds of dollars on groceries and made you food so you didn’t waste away.”

“Lev was sick and dying and I wasn’t going to bother you.”

“See,” Nik said, folding his hands behind his head. “Excuses are only going to get you enough good graces before I just kick your ass for the hell of it.”

“Do you want me to tell you all the things I have going on right now?”

“I want you to be my friend,” Nik said, irritably. “I don’t see you anymore.”

Amara fell quiet. “I’m having a really rough time right now and things are hard on you too. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

Nik wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just curled on his side and sidled up next to her. “Life sucks.”

Again, she was quiet for a long moment. “I want to tell you something, but... I don't want you to feel guilty, or... bad for me, or any of that. Shit sucks, but- just- are you in an okay headspace?”

Well. Nik wasn’t too sure if he had ever been in a good headspace, especially the last five months. But he also didn’t want Amara to think he didn’t care about anything other than himself. “Sure.”

“I miscarried last month. That’s why I’m asking Ash for help.” Her tone was flat, perfectly even.

“Oh.” Nik’s voice was very small, especially when he thought about how he was keeping his own… pregnancy from everyone else. He was lying to everyone. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You know,” She said. “Occupational hazards.”

“Yeah,” he said, faintly.

“My pedigree doesn’t help much, either.”

“Oh who cares about your ‘pedigree’. I’m sure Ash will be able to get you knocked up and will lord it over you for all time.” He closed his eyes. “If I can get knocked up with everything I have put in my body, I’m sure you will be able to, too.”

“I guess.”

“I know.”

----

Cameron wouldn’t be Cameron if he wasn’t so blunt, but Lev was still surprised when Cameron flat out asked if he wanted to have sex. It took Lev a few seconds to process.

“I- uh. Yes?” Lev shook himself mentally. “Yes,” he added more firmly. “I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard. I miss it.”

Cameron lifted a brow. “Well at least we know that hasn't changed.”

Lev flushed deeply. “Was I supposed to?” he grumbled when he didn’t know what else to say.

“You tell me.”

Lev thought on that for a moment, and then decided to take Cameron’s hand instead of responding. “So... sex?” he asked, not quite meeting Cameron’s eyes.

“You didn’t answer me.”

Lev’s bottom lip popped out in a pout. “Change isn’t always bad,” he hedged, before admitting, “But I’m not upset I still like sleeping with you.”

Cameron snorted. “Of course you’re not.”

Lev ran his thumb over the back of Cameron’s hand, and then leaned close and kissed Cameron’s cheek. “I miss our normal,” he said quietly.

The look on his face was neutral enough that Lev hesitated, but Cameron just kissed Lev’s palm gently. After that he started pulling at Lev’s clothes. A purr built up in Lev’s throat, but he just started working on the buttons of Cameron’s black button down.

It didn't take much to get Lev undressed the rest of the way, and Cam herded him back to the bed easily before he took off his pants. Once he was on the edge of the bed, Lev reached for Cameron’s cock, stroking lightly. Cameron leaned forward until he could start kissing down Lev’s neck, sending little shivers down Lev’s spine.

This was something Lev had missed. Cameron's lips on his skin, the familiar weight of him in Levs hand as he tipped his head to the side for Cameron.

When Cameron was fully hard in Lev’s hand, he eased Lev back on the bed. Anticipation had his heart tripping over itself. Lev wrapped his arms around Cameron’s neck, arching his own in offer. The teeth pressed against him were more than welcome. When he tried to press his hips against Cameron, Cameron held him down, biting down just a little harder until Lev went still.

Then Cam flipped Lev over, sliding a pillow under his hips to support them. Unsurprisingly, Cameron took his time, working Lev open like he had all the time in the world while his erection nudged the back of Lev’s thighs. All the while, Cameron’s mouth traced patterns across Lev’s back and shoulders.

Lev gave a small moan as Cameron’s fingers pressed deeper. Cameron’s teeth latched onto his shoulder, even as his fingers went deep as he could. When Lev got tired of waiting, of the careful stretching, he tried to push back.

Rather than let him, Cameron rolled him onto his side. Once again, Cameron’s hands slid along him. Each caress had Lev’s omega vibrating. This was Lev’s alpha holding onto him, kissing the back of his neck, nipping at his skin.

Cameron eventually hitched Lev’s leg up so he could press in, slotted right up against Lev’s back as he bottomed out. When Lev moaned again, eyes half shut, Cameron kissed under his jaw. The stretch was welcome, familiar. It felt like home.

The only thing missing was Nik.

Cameron set a slow, firm pace. Considering Lev had been dead a month ago... it was definitely for the best. With how Cam was holding him, Lev didn’t have to do much but arch against him, panting softly. The hand holding his leg up slid up slowly, until Cameron could wrap it around Lev’s dick.

Neither of them rushed anything. Lev was happy to revel in Cameron’s voice in his ear as Lev himself let out soft, breathy groans. Ever since he’d come back, it’d felt like there was a little distance between him and Cameron. Having this again soothed the tiny bit of worry he had that he’d done something.

It wasn’t until Cameron was knotted in Lev that Cam let him come, stroking Lev to completion. As pleasure washed over Lev, a purr built in Lev’s throat. Cameron wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close.

“I love you,” Lev whispered, eyes closed fully.

“Sleep,” was all Cameron said.

Lev nodded slowly. Expected, really, and the sex had left Lev more than a little exhausted.

---

Nik made it home and he rubbed his face at how tired he was. Maybe he could make it up to Lev… somehow for not sleeping with him the night before. He couldn’t count a single time when he would have done something like that to someone he was in a relationship with. It wasn’t like Nik was just someone to change his mind about sex, but here he was, telling his back from the dead boyfriend that he didn’t want to sleep with him.

Nik wandered the house until he decided to go find Lev, only to find him passed out on Cameron’s knot.

“Oh.”

Cameron looked up from the back of Lev’s neck, but Nik was already turning around and leaving. That of course, did not stop Cameron from coming after him and yanking Nik to a stop. “Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Nik muttered under his breath.

“Becaues I don’t feel like telling Lev you disappeared after finding us post-fuck.”

“Why would he care?” Nik said. “I disappear all the time, right?”

Cameron had the audacity to roll his eyes. “You know damn well what I mean,” he said, annoyed. “Come to bed.”

Nik turned back around and walked right back through the house and right back through the front door to get back in his car and drive.

---

Amara put her phone down, sighing softly. “I’ve got to go,” she told Ash. “Nik emergency.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nik took off, apparently. And I've been tasked with finding him.” Amara stared longingly at the pot of mac and cheese she’d finally made correctly. “Can I come back for that? I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“Sure, but put it away,” Ash replied, already pulling out his phone to text Cameron. “Give me updates about Nik.”

“Yeha, yeah.” She dumped the pot into a tupperware, and fit it in the fridge. “Thanks,” she added, right before ducking out the door.

It took her a couple of hours, but she tracked Nik back to his parent’s territory. When she realized he’d chosen to hide out in a fucking cave, she hesitated. The water was waist high at the deepest, but this was just the entrance. It’d get deeper the further in she went and Amara knew if she stepped foot in it she would freeze up and not move a fucking inch.

With a sigh, she spread her wings, stretching them carefully before she started to climb the walls. She used her wings to keep her balance as she inched along, digging her nails into the stone until she found a rock she could settle on. The water was far, far too close for her liking, but she crouched anyway, looking around until she saw Nik’s hair pop up.

Nik looked startled, ducking under briefly, before popping back up. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for you,” Amara shot back. “You worried your alpha.”

“Doubtful,” he said.

“He sent me after you. He worried.” She patted the rock beside her. “Come on.”

“No.”

Amara scowled. “Fine,” she grumped. “Tell me what’s wrong then.”

“Nothing.”

“Nikolas, I am inches away from water and I want to puke. Tell me what’s wrong before I get bitchy.”

“If you hate water so much, then go home. You’re not needed. You can tell Cameron to come get me if he wants me.” Nik looked like he might duck under the water.

After sucking in a slow breath, she said, “I’m here, and I’m not leaving you alone. Talk to me, please.”

Nik watched her, his face almost closed off. He looked tired, and she didn’t blame him. “You don’t need to be worried about me. You have your own shit to deal with. I’ll be fine.” The smile he fixed on his face was far too bright to be real. “See? I’m not even drinking.”

“Yeah, and you’re hiding in your depression cave again.” Amara sat up straighter, wrapping her arms around herself. “Talk to me, Nik. Unless you want me to go first.”

Nik frowned, but at least that was a real reaction. “This is not my depression cave,” he said.

“Hm.” Amara wrinkled her nose. “You’re dodging my question.”

Nik ducked under the water, staying under long enough Amara grew nervous. Finally he popped back up and said, “I already gave you my answer.”

Amara closed her eyes. “Fine. I’ll just wait here then.”

“You do that.”

Nik started swimming again, so Amara settled down to wait him out, keeping her eyes shut tight. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, she could ignore that she was in a cave flooded with water.

Eventually he crawled out of the water and took her hand. “Come on.”

Amara looked down at the water. It’d gotten more shallow, but... “Um. The tide can go out a little more, can't it?”

“I mean, we can, but we’ll be here a hell of a lot longer.”

Amara hesitated visibly. “You can’t carry me,” she said. “And I- I don’t know.”

Nik waited patiently until she was able to unfold and step in the water. Just that had her freezing up, grabbing at Nik for support and holding her phone up above the water, even if her feet touched the ground. NIk tugged her along carefully.

By the time they reached the entrance, she was trembling. Without letting go of his hand she broke into a sprint, dragging him through the last of the water until she got halfway up the beach. Only then did she stop, breathing hard.

“You didn’t have to go in there,” Nik said.

Amara shot him a glare, before pulling him into a hug. “You needed me.”

Nik was trembling too, and she hated it. “Well you don’t need me,” Nik said, voice just as shaky. "You’re not the selfless one in any relationship.” He pulled back, eyes bright. “Except maybe with your sister, but she doesn’t count. So stop reminding me that I’m a shitty person, I get it.” With the last two words breaking, Nik started across the beach towards the city.

“Nikolas. Nikolas.” Amara followed after him. “Like hell I don’t need you. You think best friends grow on fucking trees?” She grabbed his hand, jerking him to a stop. “You’re not a shitty person. Who the fuck told you that? I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Nik yanked his hand back. “I’m the one who said that, so you’re going to have to beat me and you can’t do that, can you?”

“Not today I can’t,” she shot back. “What got your panties in a twist, Nikolas?”

“We both know I don’t wear panties.”

“Why the fuck is Cameron sending me after you like you’re a lost puppy, Nik? Why aren’t you with your mate?”

“Because I can’t sleep with him,” Nik shot back, before continuing up the beach.

Amara blinked several times, before hurrying after him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You asked.”

“Why does it matter if you can or can’t sleep with my cousin, Nik?” She fell in pace beside him. “Sex isn’t your only selling point.”

“Look at me. Sex is my only selling point.”

“Not to Lev, you idiot.”

“No, of course not to Lev. But Lev is a blind idiot sometimes. Lev believes in fairy tales, and fairy tales don’t exist.”

“I mean I can call him and ask him exactly why he loves you, but you’re too bullheaded to believe it even from the overly honest horse's mouth.”

“Honesty isn’t the same as idealism, Amara.”

“Nikolas, you’re an idiot.” She stumbled over something in the sand. “Would you stop? Stop running away and stop deflecting.”

Nik caught her before she face planted. “I’m not running,” he said. “You need to learn how to walk.”

“I was talking about how you hid in a fucking cave.”

“I didn’t hide.”

“Did you even tell Lev you were leaving?”

“Will you Shut up?” Nik yelled. “Lev is fine. He’s with Cameron. Cam’s not going to let him die again.”

Amara snapped her mouth shut, pulling to a stop. He matched her halt with the same abruptness, and turned around.

“How did you know where I was?”

Amara shrugged uncomfortably. “Cameron asked me to find you, and you needed me. I just knew. Sort of. The direction, anyway, until I found the cave.”

“Fine. Hotel’s this way.” He continued to storm off, leaving Amara to trail behind him.

Amara trotted after him, willing to take the minor success. At least he wasn’t telling her to fuck off. Yet.

It turned out that he had a room already set up, and the staff seemed to recognize him. A small smile tilted up on Nik’s face as a slight black haired woman came instantly up to Nik and just pinched his cheek. “You’re dripping water everywhere, mi’jo.”

Nik kissed her hand. “Is my room ready?”

“Of course,” she said, pulling him into a hug. Nik nearly melted into the woman that was a solid head shorter than him. When she pulled back, she looked Amara over and gave her a firm look, but said, “I’ll bring you dinner, as well.”

Amara blinked, looking between the two. She stepped closer to Nik, just a little, and took his hand. Maybe it was a little bit of posturing, but she got a small look of approval, so maybe it was a good thing.

The woman kissed Nik’s cheek and then sent them on their way. Again Amara just trailed after Nik, clocking his visibly better mood as she clung to his hand. She only let go once the door to the room was shut.

Nik flopped on the bed. “Dinner should be up in about ten minutes. I hope you haven’t eaten today.”

“No,” Amara said mournfully. “Ash was teaching me how to make mac n cheese and I only made one edible pot. I left it behind to come find you.”

“How basic,” Nik said, matching her tone.

“It was boxed mac n cheese too,” she grumbled, landing on the bed beside him.

Nik patted her knee. “See, if you had me teaching you,” he said, “you’d be learning real, tasteful food. But no, you had to learn from the blind white boy. I bet it was as awful as I think it is.”

Amara muttered under her breath before saying, “I didn’t get to taste it, thanks. And if you wanna teach me so bad, do it. I’m unemployed and have nothing better to do.”

Nik threw his arm over his eyes. “Like you’d actually listen,” he mumbled under his breath.

“If you don’t want to you can just say that. I spent all day with a snippy Ash, I don’t wanna hear it from you too,” Amara said.

“Did I say that,” NIk snapped, glaring at her from under his arm. “No, I did not.” He sat up and stalked over to the towels and started drying his hair. “If my attitude is so bad, then you can leave. I am not holding you here against your will, for fucks sake. Let Cin go lick your bruised ego. I’m tired.”

Amara stared at him for a long moment, propped up on her elbows. “I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted. “Look, we’re both cranky, but- I don’t want to leave.”

Nik shot a dark look over his shoulder at her, but started undressing out of his tank top and let it fall to the floor. “”Yeah? News to me,” he said, moving to the dresser and rummaging through it. He grabbed another white tank top, but froze when his focus shifted to the mirror over the dresser.

Amara got to her feet. “I’m sober Nikolas. I have been for four months. I wasn’t nice before I stopped drinking nonstop.” She hesitated, and walked up behind him. “You okay?”

Nik touched his stomach. “Nooo,” he said in a small voice, and then, to her horror, he started to cry.

“Ah fuck,” she mumbled, and pulled him in a hug. “C’mere.”

Nik all but melted against her, crying into her shoulder. She petted his hair.

“Hey. It’ll be okay,” she promised.

“It’s not,” he said, somehow crying harder. “I can’t keep not saying anything when I’m showing.”

“Sure you can.” she tried. “You don’t owe anyone anything.”

Nik didn’t say anything and just wiped his face before moving back over to the bed and curling into a ball. Before Amara could follow him, there was a knock on the door. She opened it, only to find the woman from earlier there with a tray piled high with food. When she saw Nik was crying, however, she all but shoved the tray at Amara and went to check on Nik.

Amara carefully settled the tray on the dresser and looked back at the bed. The woman was whispering to Nik in Spanish, petting his hair comfortingly. Amara picked up on some of what she was saying; she wasn’t fluent, but after being best friends for so long she had to learn the basics.

Instead of eavesdropping, she turned back to the food. She took a bite, and then gave a small groan. “Stars that’s good,” she exclaimed, before looking back at them guiltily. “Sorry.”

Nik flinched a little.

“Fuck. Right. Ignore me, Nik. Go back to crying. According to Lev it helps.”

To Amara’s surprise, the woman got up, only to smack Amara with a spoon. “Watch your language,” Amara was told.

“Yes ma'am,” Amara promised automatically.

She was given a firm look, but Nik was already the center of attention again. Amara went back to nibbling, slowly starting to realize how hungry she was. When she was told to bring a plate, she did, and sat down to watch the woman coax Nik into eating.

“Do you want me to leave?” Amara asked Nik lightly.

Nik took a bite now that he was sitting up. “No,” he mumbled.

Amara nodded slowly. “Then I’ll stay.” She grinned at him just a little, as she settled on the bed, tray on her lap for easy access. “Saint Nikolas.”

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It was several hours later that Amara managed to get home. The house felt… large, and empty. Amara put the mac and cheese away, and tracked down Cin. Her hybrid was sprawled on their new bed, wings spread far enough they brushed the floor.

Amara settled herself on his back, tucked between his wings, and sighed.

“How was the cooking lesson?”

“Well, I didn’t learn anything you can eat,” she said tiredly, shoving her face in his neck. “But I made some mac n cheese.”

“Can I try some?”

Amara moved off so he could roll over. “I don’t know if you want to. Dairy and grains. Your insides would never forgive you."

Cin ran his fingers through her hair. "Worth it, if you've made something edible."

"Mmm. No. I'll get Ash to teach me to make something you can eat." She bit his nose. "Look, I'll even text him now."

Cin took the phone from her and chucked it across the room. "No. You're mine now. You've been running around for days. I want your attention." He tugged her closer, snuffling against her neck until she laughed. "You've been too stressed lately."

Amara huffed, settling against him. "Things will settle eventually."

Cin hummed, the sound becoming a rumbling purr in his chest. "Yes. They will."

They had to be.

Tagging: @incandescent-creativity @solangelo3088 @lil-miss-red @halstudies @littleyellowdinosaur @caelisis

[hufflepuffhollander]

hiya! can i requesta blurb with 17 & 22 (w/ tom) from the prompt list please? if you could make it bantery but also with sexual tension that’d be awesome! thanks loveee

you most certainly can! thanks for officially kicking off the blurb fest! :-)

these ideas are both full of potential for some serious *gulp* sexual tension so this was a blast.

tom x fem reader | contains language, alcohol use, and sexy undertones | word count: 2.2k | enjoy!

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17. “Are you really taking his side against me?”

22. “Come over here and make me.”

Your ears pound and you can feel the vibrations of the house music on full blast in the cup clasped between your hands. You needed this, you earned this — you tried to convince yourself after every sip of that strong brown liquid in your cup that it was okay to take another. The night was becoming hazy, but not enough to diminish the hurt you felt, the pain that was caused by your on-again/off-again friend Tom Holland. It was no surprise you were mad at him, again, because you were convinced he only existed to make your life difficult. With his constant flirting and advances when he had too much adrenaline, wishy-washy romantic confessions, and mind games he played with you, you constantly wondered what the benefit of your friendship even was. You weren’t sure you knew anymore, but one thing’s for sure — we want what isn’t ours, and you wanted Tom. You hated that about him, and about yourself, but no matter how many times he made you angry, you still wanted him just as bad after a fight as you did on the good nights, when you’d spent the night watching old horror movies together and tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths.

You hear an unmistakably charming accent sneak up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a haphazard hug, voice slurred. “Hheyyy, Y/N!” Harrison, the third musketeer, kissed your cheek and joined you at the bar.

“Hey, Harrison. Having fun?”

“You know meee,” he threw his hands up in the air, drink splashing around his feet. “Alllways here for a good time!”

You rolled your eyes at your friend, but couldn’t help but smile at his goofiness. You and Harrison were close, arguably closer than you were with Tom, as you only met him a few months ago through Harrison. He never made you crazy like Tom did, always knew what to say and when, but he did like to drink, which was just something you had to put up with. But you were used to it. It was worth it to keep him around as a best friend.

He put his arm back around your waist and started to sway you to the music, but you really weren’t in the mood, so to any stranger, he would’ve just looked like a drunk guy trying to grind up on an unwitting girl. Apparently, in the dim flashing lights, it looked like that to Tom, too.

Tom saw you and Harrison from across the bar, after he had just finished gulping down drink number who-the-fuck-cares, and felt a heat bubbling up in his chest. Who the fuck does Harrison think he is, dancing up on his girl? I mean, maybe they didn’t know she was his, but he’d be damned if he had to stand by while you were being danced up on by his out-of-bounds friend. I mean, god, just look at you. He felt every bone in his body alight with desire to feel you on him again, he wanted to tear that dress off and claim you for his own. She’s mine, and nobody else can have her.

He steadied himself and made his way over to the pair of you.

You glanced over at Tom, beelining toward you, and silently hoped he’d get turned around and forget what he was doing. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. It was your night with Harrison, to go out and forget your troubles, dance the night away…Tom had just seen where you were on social media and decided to crash the party. Some audacity this asshole has, just showing up here after what he did the other night, sending you those videos...with all of those nameless girls...

Harrison seemed oblivious to the incoming threat and ordered another round of shots from the bartender. He saw Tom a second too late.

“Tommm! Hey, we-“

Tom cut him off with a shove to the shoulder, away from you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, man?” he snarled.

Harrison became wide-eyed and very clearly couldn’t process what was going on at a fast enough rate, and fell back against you for support. “What are you talking about? I just bought us another round-“

Tom shoved him again, a little harder this time, making sure not to make direct eye contact with you. “Leave her alone, she’s not interested,” he heaved.

You and Harrison shared a weary glance, and you turned to confront Tom. “Tom, he’s not doing anything wrong, we see each other like siblings,” he rolled his eyes at your sentence. Usually, he is fine with your dynamic with Harrison, doesn’t seem to mind being the third wheel unless he’s in a mood to stick his tongue down your throat. Which, admittedly, had happened on numerous accounts.

But, tonight, there must’ve been something in the musty club air, because he was looking like he wanted to cross a line.

“You have no idea what he wants behind your back,” Tom started. “He’s been trying to fuck you since you were in uni together.”

Harrison lit up at those words. “How fucking dare you, Tom, I have never said anything like that in my life.” He pulled himself back together and stood a foot taller. “You’re drunk, man. Go home.”

Tom had fire in his eyes, and looked at you before shoving Harrison back a third time. “I may be drunk but I’m not stupid. She’s off limits, you know that.” He took your arm and tried to pull you towards him. “Y/N, let’s go.”

You immediately pulled your arm back and glared at Tom. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you drunk asshole.” Tom seemed hurt by your words, but not enough to stop him from his tirade.

“Well I’m not leaving you alone with him!” He practically yelled over the thumping music. “I don’t trust him, now,” his eyes closed in a prolonged blink, showing his clear intoxication. Harrison stepped in front of you, shielding you from Tom’s stare. “Get out of here, man.”

Tom continued to refute and you pushed your way in between the quarreling boys.

“Tom, he’s right. You’re being insane. Get out of here and go sober up somewhere.”

“Oh, so you’re really gonna take his side against me?” he spat at you, every word stinging more. “After all we’ve been through together? You choose him over us?”

You couldn’t help but tear up at the thought that he could possibly be so oblivious to how he treated you day in and day out, like you were disposable. He only wanted you when he was lonely and there was nobody else.

“There is no us,” you said, swallowing your emotions enough to speak. “You’ve made that clear. Go the fuck home.”

That finally made Tom shut his mouth, and he looked from you, to Harrison, and back to you, defeated. Without another word, he stormed out of the club and disappeared into the night. You turned to Harrison, and he just sighed and shrugged. He turned to the bartender, and told him to make those shots a double.

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The next day, you sulked around your apartment, headache killing you from all of the alcohol, heart aching from your fight with Tom. You knew you probably deserved better than someone constantly stringing you along. But when he wanted you, and you always wanted him, things were magical. You could swear that in those moments that he opened up to you, you could see he desperately loved you too. 

The physical connection was definitely there. Feeling him on you, his breath hot against your neck, his intoxicating smell, it drove you crazy like nothing else did. And the way he talked when you were intertwined was heaven. He told you that you were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. He told you nobody turns him on like you do. Nobody feels the way you do. He told you he loved you.

But that was over now. He clearly only saw you as a piece of ass, and you needed to swallow that truth. Your thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from your phone.

Tom: Hey, Y/N, are you home?

You didn’t respond, and put your phone on silent. Not even 5 minutes later, you hear a knock at your door.

You made the mistake of opening it and saw Tom’s face, painted with remorse, eyes baggy from the night before. You wanted to slam the door, tell him to get lost, but that small part of you that loved him planted your feet in the ground and kept your arms at bay from swinging the door shut.

“What do you want?” your voice came out sounding sadder than you expected.

“Can we talk?” “You can’t just show up here unexpected, you know.”

“You weren’t answering your phone, and I was already here when I texted…” he trailed off, realizing he was getting away from the point. You moved aside so he could step into the apartment.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say how sorry I am-“ you put a hand up to get him to stop talking.

“Tom, I don’t want to hear it.”

He opened his mouth again to speak, but you continued.

“I’m tired of letting you throw me around like I don’t mean anything, like my feelings don’t matter…” you wanted to sound dignified but just sounded pitiful. “It’s too much to take. You send me videos of you partying with other girls, ignore my texts and calls for days at a time, and then suddenly we’re an item just because you don’t like seeing me dance with someone else? It’s idiotic.” Tom stood silently while you continued on, words unwillingly pouring out of you at this point.

“I care about you so much, and I just wish you actually cared about me too. But I guess that’s too much to ask. I just don’t get it, like, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“Y/N…” he was trying to gather his thoughts, and you couldn’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek. He noticed it immediately, moving closer towards you, swiping his thumb across your cheek to rid you of the hot teardrop. All you wanted to do was collapse into him, hug him, kiss him, wanted to hear him tell you soberly that he wanted you as much as you did him. Even after all this. What was wrong with you?

“I don’t know how to make you believe me, but I only get drunk when I’m around you because it keeps me from feeling these scary things I do for you,” he started. “You’re just such a good girl and I don’t want to ruin you. I don’t want to corrupt you, rope you into a relationship with me just to see it burn to the ground. I don’t want that to happen, because if I lose you like that, you’re gone forever. And I don’t want that.”

You pulled back to look at him, trying to read in his face if he actually meant what he was saying. He put up a soft hand to cup your cheek, and feeling his warmth made everything feel so much better. You suddenly realized how hot he looked in his grungy post-drunk state, and your mind flashed with an image of you on top of him, embracing forgiveness, letting him prove to you how much he cared. But it was only momentary, and you were brought back to earth watching him trying to stare into your soul.

“I’m so afraid to be with you because of how much I want to.” His words didn’t really make sense to you, but you loved hearing them anyway. He seemed to sense your changing mood and went on. “Y/N, when we’re together, I- I lose all self control, I feel like I can’t breathe without you, and god, the way you look laid out underneath me-“ his eyes went wide with the words he spoke, and you stifled a chuckle. He eyed you up and down, and something in him changed- his eyes became a deeper brown, his grip on your face and neck becoming a little stronger. “Seeing someone else up on your body made me realize I just want it to be mine, all mine, and nobody else’s.” Your anger started to transform into lust, moving closer to him as he kept speaking. He moved his hands around your waist and pulled you into his body. “I know we might be fire and gasoline, baby, but I’m crazy for it…” he kissed you, or you kissed him- you can’t remember. All you cared about was the feeling of his lips on yours, the tension radiating between you, and you let yourself turn all of the hurt and anger you felt into pure energy.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you breathed, pulling back from the kiss. He licked his lips staring at yours and you felt your stomach drop, but kept taking paces backward until you were standing under the doorframe to your bedroom, awaiting his response. He walked slowly toward you.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. I’ll prove it,” he almost growled, undressing you with his eyes. “Believe me.”

“Believe you?” you lowered your voice and batted your eyelashes. “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” 

That did the trick. He quickly moved toward you and picked you up, hoisting you against the wall of your bedroom.

“Oh, with pleasure.”

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that was hella angsty and I loved it! hope you did too! keep sending in those requests! xoxo

[bruh-haikyuu]

A/N: It’s finally my birthday month and I am, once again, filling up the Konoha agenda. Today I offer you Konoha propaganda... Tomorrow? Konoha propaganda.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Coming Soon!)

ensemble. | konoha akinori

part 2 - poco a poco.

word count: 8618

warnings: MC’s brothers have a heavy... sister-complex; overworking

(n.) little by little

‘Help’ wasn’t an unfamiliar word for you. Helping other people with their homework (to none of their avails), helping your bandmates with lifting the appliances, etcetera, etcetera. Do as much as you can, was what your parents told you as a child, and that was what you did, regardless of who asked.

Therefore, it certainly piqued your interest that Suzuki Ume, captain of the school’s marching band, and the two managers of the Boys’ Volleyball Club had crept their way into the Light Music Club room to ask you for a favor.

“Ooh, a cheering song’s certainly a new genre,” you piped up. “I used to try and convince my club members to switch to another style, but they’re too quick to reject me, y’know? PARANOIA as an idol group wouldn’t be so bad~”

The thought of the ever-stoic Mizushima Reo wearing a frilly idol costume had the Marching Band Club captain stifling a snort. “It would definitely be a sight...”

“I think we can all agree that when it comes to composing music and lyrics, you’re our first choice,” Kaori piped up. “If we can get the message across, then it would be a solid form of motivation for the team—or Bokuto at least, especially with the qualifying tournaments coming up.”

“Plus, Konoha would love it if you made a song for him, no?” Yukie followed, her languid gaze trailing up to your smiling face.

You’d nearly forgotten that Akinori belonged with the Volleyball Club. You were third-years now, both in the last moments of your high school youth. The teachers had started counselling for future prospects, your classmates had started worrying whether or not their current marks would bring them far in life, and as a whole, the third-years have begun to panic. You didn’t mind though—as long as you had your rock-hard conviction and your pragmatic boyfriend, you felt like you could do anything you wanted.

“Ah, I almost forgot that you and Konoha-kun were an item,” Ume said, her eyes twinkling. “So, how’s it? Have you two kissed yet?”

Faking a pout, you crossed your arms in mock offense, “Very scandalous, Umecchi. My virgin lips aren’t ready to be taken away yet, you know...”

“Kidding, kidding~ so, Y/N-san, would you like to do the honors of composing the Fukurodani Volleyball Club anthem for us?”

“No thank you!” you chirped, smiling earnestly.

The faces of your three guests fell.

Seeing their distressed expressions, you laughed, “I was just messing with you~ You guys are too serious. Sure, I’ll make the song. It’ll be fun, right?”

Kaori cleared her throat, reaching into her pocket to hand you a scrap of folded paper. “R-right... Anyway, here’s some ideas we collected to get you started. I’ve also written our numbers at the bottom, if you have any questions.”

“Though something tells me you already have them,” the droopy-eyed manager grinned.

Chuckling, your eyes flitted through the daintily-written notes and doodles scrawled all over the paper, “Yep. These notes are good. I’ll report back to you when I finish my final draft.”

“That’ll be great,” Ume sighed in relief. “But don’t work yourself restless, alright? Mizushima-san told me you’re those types of people who don’t stop until they get it done. We’re all third-years now, so we’ll be happy to lend a hand.”

“Of course,” was the answer you said to them, because it was the right answer. The moral answer. Instead of the more worrying: It’s fine, I might pass out from working too hard, but at least I’ll finish the job.

As the three “left the song in your care”, you escorted them back to the third-year hallways while replaying their entire conversation with you in your head. Oh, they were certainly a curious trio, walking into the lion’s den naked. But from all the curious things they’ve told you, one resounded loudly in your memory.

“Have you two kissed yet?”

Somberly laughing to yourself, you thought that, ah, that might be trouble.

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Akinori’s ears were threatening to fall off their places from the two-hour long lecture about the Tokugawa shogunate. Whose grand idea was it anyway to put Japanese History as last period? He was ready to melt into a weary puddle right on the school’s entrance, but you, on the other hand, seemed even more chipper than usual.

“Geez, what’s up with all the extra energy? You’re like Bokuto...” he groaned. “Didn’t you have Modern Literature as your last subject?”

“Yep, but I’m not allowed to get tired now!” you laughed, exuberantly slapping his back to get him out of his slump. “We’ve got no club activities today, right? Let’s go to that new cafe in Shinjuku, just to get your energy back~”

“Mm... parfait would be nice. But why are you so particularly tireless now?”

“Ooh, I’ve got a new job to do,” you said while grinning impishly. “The marching band and the Volleyball Club asked me this morning.”

Smiling sympathetically, Akinori ruffled your hair. A force of habit. “Bokuto didn’t ask you to do anything weird, right?”

You shook your head, as you paused to stop in the middle of the courtyard to look at him properly. “Your managers asked me. Yuki-chan and Kaorin. They want me to make a cheering song for you for the qualifying tournaments.”

“Whoa, seriously?” he exclaimed, exhaustion replaced with that of wonder. “That’s really cool, Y/N-chan! I can’t wait to see what you’re going to write.”

The blonde’s hand fell from the crown of your head to the slope of your shoulder, the comfort from his palm spreading into your chest. Under the light of the afternoon sun, Akinori seemed much warmer in person. You wondered if you could do that thing Ume was pestering you about earlier. Leaning towards him, a million thoughts whizzed in your head, but you paid them no attention, because as soon as your eyes fluttered close—

HONK! HONK!

“Y/N-chaaaan!”

Lips falling flat, your features darkened. “No way... No way. No way. What the hell is he doing here?”

“Y/N-chan! It’s meee! I’ve come to pick you up~” the man waving by the taxi persistently yelled from you at the gates of the school, attracting the whispers and giggles of passing students.

Concern scrawled all over his face, your boyfriend turned to you, “Y/N-chan... W-who is that?”

“It’s that crazy person again...”

“Crazy person?!”

Grabbing his hand, you tried to ignore the shameless calls from the grown taxi driver who was simply too relentless. “Never mind that. Aki-chan, you can run, right? Let’s run right now. Don’t turn back, okay?”

And without warning, you dragged your boyfriend around a sharp corner, your legs pedaling as much as your glutes could handle. Akinori wished you’d stop and explain everything to him, but if you seemed to be so desperate as to avoid this certain taxi driver, then you probably had a good reason for it.

As much as he’d hoped he didn’t, curiosity overtook the boy and he did the one simple thing, you’d pleaded him not to do. Akinori turned back, and was met with a pair of sinister eyes that swam with murderous intent.

“Y/N-chan, he’s chasing us! Why is he chasing us?! And why is he so fast?!” he cried, the impending fear of the incoming taxi driver feeding adrenaline into his legs.

“This guy was a yankii* in high school. An A-grade delinquent. If he’s fast, then we just have to run faster!”

Did things always have to go so unexpectedly with you? Why couldn’t the two of you just sit down and make plans for the day, like a normal couple? Akinori figured you were lacking of “normal”, but to be chased by a former delinquent through a sidewalk was straight up terrifying—he didn’t even get to decide on what sort of will he was going to write!

“Y/N-chaaan! It’s me, Wataru-nii-chan!” your pursuer wailed from behind you. “Don’t you recognize me?! Is it the mullet?”

Wataru-nii-chan?! Konoha repeated in his mind.

Growling, you roared back at the man. “Go home, Aniki*! I can go back on my own, so stop chasing us before someone calls the police!”

Oh god, Akinori definitely didn’t expect his first encounter with one of your three older brothers to be like this. So much for a good first impression... But it was moderately your fault that you tended to avoid the subject whenever it was brought up. The only thing he’d ever recalled from your descriptions of them was that “they’re all annoying” and that they had all moved out from Tokyo to live elsewhere.

“Not until you let me drive you home!” your brother stubbornly shot back.

You were getting tired now. Running around in circles through the school district. If this race was a way to prove that you had graduated from the mere role of the “baby sister”, then so be it.

Though if it had been any other brother of yours chasing you down the streets, you would’ve been luckier. But this was Wataru for god’s sake. The second child. The idiot whose impulse transcended logic in every way possible—and the worst person to challenge to a foot race.

“Fine!” you groaned, nearly stumbling over your feet as your boyfriend pulled you from your fatigue. Hands slipping on the curve of your knees, you glared at your brother from the low angle. “I’ll go home with you this once. Then you’ll stop coming to my school.”

Ruffling your hair, he grinned, “I knew you’ll come through for your big bro.”

“...Whatever, let’s just go,” you muttered, shying away from the older man’s touch. Looking back at your visibly concerned yet confused boyfriend, you gave him a shrug and weakly waved goodbye as you trailed behind Wataru to his taxi.

Damn, that was way too scary, Akinori breathed. His stomach rumbling, he wondered if he still should stop by that cafe you’d talked about earlier. Probably not.

Resting your chin on the sill of the taxi window, you sighed loudly, enough to catch the attention of your brother on the rearview mirror. Wataru smiled brightly, driving you away from the landscape of Fukurodani Academy.

“Was that your boyfriend with you? That ‘Aki-chan’ Mom and Dad keeps talking about?”

“Bingo,” you retorted plainly, hoping that he’d stop trying to make small talk.

“By the way, I heard there’s a new cafe that just opened up in Shinjuku,” Wataru said, the mention somewhat a déjà vu. “You want to stop by and grab some parfaits?”

Frowning at your own reflection on the glass, you grumbled, “It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

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What the hell is this, you cursed.

Like they just coincidentally planned to ruin your day, all three of your older brothers—who had mentioned to you that they were going to spend their break at their workplaces—were sitting jovially at your family dining table, as if none of this was a shock.

“Isn’t it a lovely surprise, Y/N?” your mother beamed, scooping a larger spoonful of rice onto your oldest brother’s bowl. “They didn’t even tell us they were coming to visit!”

Of course not, you scowled. If there was one thing you and your brothers had in common was that it was the annoying habit of doing things unexpectedly and expecting the second party to live with it. You wondered if this was what Akinori had felt the day you approached him.

“Y/N-chan’s gotten so big. I wonder if she can still fit on my lap like she used to,” Kensuke, the oldest, cooed, gazing at you with glassy eyes. “You want to sit on Ken-nii-chan’s lap, Y/N-chan? I’ll feed you too if you’d like~”

“No thank you,” you growled through gritted teeth and broccoli.

The third brother Masao chuckled while ruffling your hair endearingly, “Now, now, Y/N-chan. Of course Kensuke’s going to point out that you’ve grown bigger, he’s a pediatrician after all. If you don’t want to be fed by him, how about Masa-nii-chan, eh?”

Pushing your quarter-empty meal to the center of the table, you turned your face away from the college senior’s nostalgic “beef stew airplane”. “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You usually eat things up like it’s nothing. Are you ill? A rebellious phase?” Kensuke muttered, leaning back on his chair to closely observe your darkening mood. “No, it’s something more... Could it be—is it your boyfriend?”

“Or that band of yours, maybe? I can’t believe you’re still in it, you know you can’t get very far with music, right?” Masao sneered, gulping down his glass of water. “All of your friends remind me a lot of Wataru when he was still a high school hooligan.”

Showing no signs of appreciation for the comment, your second brother winked at you from across the table. “Speaking of your boyfriend, I met him today when I picked you up, didn’t I?”

The mention of your ‘infamous’ boyfriend turned the heads of the entire dinner table—you weren’t so sure why your parents looked so surprised as well, you supposed it was just genetics.

“Really? What was he like? I can definitely tell he’s one of those skinny ones.”

“You bet. I was more curious about his hair though...”

“Is it dyed or is it a natural shade?”

“It was too dark to tell, maybe when I encounter him again, I’ll take a small snip of his hair to show everyone~”

Kensuke, who in your memory didn’t fare well with news of any boy approaching a 1-metre radius of you, darkly smiled behind the shade of his spectacles. He hadn’t said anything in response to Wataru’s report, and that itself terrified you to bits.

“Ooh, you’re still with him, Y/N-chan?” at his sappy call of your name, your stomach tightened. The table fell silent at the mercy of the oldest child. “That’s new. You usually get bored of something or someone after a few months or so... Are you sure it’s not much of a burden for you? You’re a third-year too, after all... You shouldn’t take relationships for granted~”

If Wataru was a knuckleheaded ogre and Masao was a devious fox, then Kensuke was definitely the demon to rule them all. It was in their nature, whether they realized it or not; they always made you seem pathetic so that they could take the chance to dote and care for you like they wished for.

“Dinner was delicious,” you blurted out, standing up from your chair abruptly that the tableware shook and clattered. “I’m going to my room.”

Watching you slam the bedroom door, Kensuke shouted after you, “Ehh... You’re not going to tell us about you and your boyfriend? We’re curious!”

You let your brothers’ voices fade out into white noise as you collapsed face-down onto your bed. You hoped that this visit wasn’t going to last long, otherwise, you’d be pulling out every hair from your head until you went bald.

Unfolding the scrap of notes your three patrons had previously collected for you, a weak smile cracked through your face. Don’t mind them, Y/N-chan, you thought as you got up to place your beloved guitar on your lap. Let’s get to work.

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Akinori swore your face was so sour, he tasted lemons in his mouth.

You looked like you didn’t sleep for days. You, who had always brimmed with energy, were quietly cursing your brothers as you ate lunch. Added to your rather beautiful profile, you looked like an phantom waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

“So, how was your consultation with Yamanouchi-sensei about your future plans?” he cleared his throat, hoping that he could slowly pick away the frosty wall between you.

You only frowned deeper—so deep that your eyebrows were almost parallel. “Future plans... Do I have to decide everything now? My life is only this wonderful because I don’t plan anything. I could be busking in the streets with Reo, Iori-kun and MugiMugi ten years from now and I’d be perfectly fine.”

Akinori laughed. That ‘plan’ definitely smelled very strongly of you.

“What about you?” you nudged his elbow with the side of your chopsticks. “What do you want to be doing in the future, Aki-chan?”

“Hmm... I’ll definitely go to college—otherwise my mom’s brains will leak out of her ears if I don’t. After that, I’m considering setting up a business on my own, maybe in Meguro where it’s a bit cheaper than Ginza or Roppongi. It’d be nice to be your own boss, don’t you think?”

You smiled weakly and nodded. How annoying. Just as you were liberated from your isolation just a year ago, you felt like you were already seeping back into loneliness once more. Everyone had a plan after high school.

Akinori was going to be an ambitious conglomerate with the number one business in Meguro. Gorilla-faced gentle Reo was finally going to set up that ramen shop he’d been dreaming of. Iori, a rebel to mankind and jaywalking laws, was going to “hell with everything” and enter a prestigious art school. And young Tsumugi... well, whatever a sales operator was, you wished him all the best as a good senpai would do.

And thus, you were stuck again. As the prodigy L/N Y/N who could do everything... but could never decide on anything.

“It’s my brothers’ fault I was so sleepy when I filled in that form. They were disturbing my peace of mind and so I got scolded by Yamanouchi-sensei for it,” you reasoned.

“Is that why you look so tired?”

“No, that’s not it,” you sighed, replacing the lid on your emptied bento. “I spent all night finishing up most of the cheering song’s melody.”

Akinori nearly choked on his strawberry milk. “That much already?! Y/N-chan, the tournament isn’t until a week away! Geez, think about yourself more, won’t you? What would you do if you fell sick and collapsed?”

Getting up to pat away the dust resting on your skirt, you gave your boyfriend a cheeky smile. “Then you’ll just have to take care of me until I get better.”

“Ah... You’ll only ask me to do weird stuff. Why can’t your brother do it? Isn’t he a doctor?”

You curtly gave him an unappreciative pout, masking your obvious mirth. “C’mon~ I’m your girlfriend. You’re going to need a punishment for saying that, Aki-chan. Come now, don’t cover up your sides, I’m going to have to tickle you good—!”

Though you were laughing, you were a mess. More than usual, Akinori thought. It was disturbing enough that his first impression of your older siblings was nightmarish at best, but he wondered if your coping methods could’ve been more... amiable. What would he do if you really fell sick and collapsed? Would your brothers even let him visit especially with their overbearing sense of vigilance?

From your little grumbling, it really did seem like they didn’t like him. Or, really, the concept of him. As much as Akinori appreciated your solace, it would be troublesome if they’d thought he was trying to influence you to despising your family. Some sort of soap opera this is.

At least you were smiling now. He thought. And that was all that mattered in that moment, because he knew things were about to go awry one way or another.

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“Y/N-san... I think my ears just ascended to second heaven.”

In the expanse of the Marching Band Club room, Suzuki Ume had her hands clasped together, a content expression resting idly on her face. And it really did look like she’d died happy.

“Right~?” you grinned, setting down Lennon-chan next to the blackboard. “The melody really gets you pumped up, doesn’t it? Especially when it’ll be played by all the trumpets and percussions... I think even I’ll start feeling the adrenaline.”

Brandishing the handwritten sheet music in her hands, Ume smiled at you endearingly. “This song is perfect, Y/N-san. And I’m sure your lyrics will only make it better. If I may propose...”

Repeating the word she’d trailed off, you felt an even bigger smile cracking through the slits of your pearly teeth.

“It would be great if you were there to lead the song for us. That is, only if you agree! I’ve already discussed it with the PTA and the principal and they’re all on board with the idea.”

The room grew still, and the captain spoke again.

“I’m sure Konoha-kun will be excited if you were there cheering for him on... maybe you’ll finally get one of those romantic after-game kisses with him~”

Ume never recalled a moment where you ever blushed. But to see Fukurodani’s infamous “alien” genius so flustered—red from head to toe—was a victory no one could ever seldom. Who could blame you? When thoughts of your untouched lips being swept away by your guileful boyfriend in an enclosed space, so close yet so far from prying eyes were buzzing in your head... Geez, now you really wanted a kiss.

“I’ll lead the song for you—b-but not because I want my boyfriend to do... that!” you quickly reasoned, the red on your face turning darker. “Aki-chan gets all sweaty after a game and being kissed in that condition is gross! Public displays of affection are also pervy, aren’t they? R-right?”

Hoho, Ume giggled. So the Iron Maiden is this type of tsundere~

“Umecchi. That amused look on your face, please erase it.”

It took Suzuki Ume her entire fist in her mouth to pacify her approaching laughter. But eventually, she’d jovially apologized for teasing you, alleviating the pout resting on your face. Reviewing her ideas for the lyrics once more, you drew the conclusion that a) you were still going to have to examine the Volleyball Club first-hand for inspiration and b) writing lyrics for a cheering song was going to be harder than you’d expected. You, who had been used to your own hostile verses in PARANOIA’s songs, were going to have to be forced to avoid the usual... “dirty scums” business.

You were beginning to regret taking the offer, but quickly waved away the thought, thinking that you were starting to sound like your boyfriend. Exiting the Marching Band club room, you pondered on a proper time to visit the Volleyball Club for research. They had today off. Tomorrow, maybe? No, Akinori would complain that you were working too hard—

“Ow!” you yelped, rubbing your forehead from the sudden impact from the wall—Wait, you squinted. There was never a wall here.

And when a pair of arms wrapped around you as a constrictor so eager to devour, all answers were revealed. “Y/N-chaaan! It’s so nice to see you! Aaah, Masa-nii-chan was starting to wonder where you were, you know? Kyuu~”

Scuffling against the third brother’s vice-like embrace, you hissed. “Aniki, let go! You’ll damage my guitar! What are you doing here?! Who in hell would let you in?”

Gently setting you down, Masao watched you with a reprimanding look on his face, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“How cruel of you to say, Y/N-chan. I’m only here to check on my alma mater...” he sulked, focus zeroing in on the piece of paper in your hand. “What’s that? Can I see?”

Before you could express your dissent, Masao had already lunged behind you, snatching the paper into his hands. Reaching for the large wall with your dwarfen arms, you let out a shrill wheeze as his eyes started to skim over the paper and his expression dropped to a million feet.

“Give it back, Aniki!”

“You’re still doing this music thing? Geez, did you even listen to what I said during that one dinner?” he scoffed, turning his back to you to further deride your struggle. “‘You won’t get very far with music’. I bet these scrubs aren’t even paying you.”

Taking up all the strength in your legs, you craned against Masao as much as possible and retrieved the sheet with a disapproving crackle. “I’m not capitalistic like you. And yes, I am still doing this ‘music thing’, but no matter how far I’ll go...”

You paused, drinking in the grave look on your brother’s face.

“I’ll always have people to support me, Aniki.”

At the spur of the moment, like your ancestors were trying to curse you for speaking of the devil, a familiar call of your name had the both of you turning your heads. A mop of blonde and a pair of simple dark eyes that did not match the scene that was playing out before him.

What was Akinori doing here? Why would he call for you seeing that this obnoxious adult was here?! Run away, you begged with your gaze, but the fear that rooted your boyfriend was unrelentingly profuse. No! Don’t succumb!

“Ah! Y/N-chan’s brother!” he bowed, an angle so sharp he almost snapped a muscle. “It’s nice to finally meet you... S-sir.”

“Sir?” Masao drawled, the question pumping acid into the atmosphere. “I’m not even that old yet.”

Despite being younger than the first brother he’d encountered, there was no doubt that this one was more terrifying than the last. At least to your boyfriend he was. Masao, more attractive-looking than Wataru, had a carbon copy of your steely gaze. “He’s a fox! A wily fox who’ll get you to assume things without meaning to!” you’d told him a few days prior, annoyance burning in your tone.

As Masao opened his mouth to speak again, Akinori could only gulp. “You’re much taller than I expected. You’re a regular in the volleyball club, right, Aki-chan?”

“R-right,” he responded. God, now he knew why his term of endearment only sounded right when it came from you.

Circling your boyfriend like a famished vulture, Masao studied him from the tips of his hair to the toes of his shoes.  “So stiff~ I would’ve mistaken you for my little sister’s guitar if you weren’t so...” he smiled warmly at the boy, then hissed.

“... Alive.”

Akinori suddenly realized what you meant by him being such a “fox demon”—he supposed you were just trying to remind him of a folk tale that time, you said yourself that whatever you said shouldn’t be taken too much to the heart. Gulping at the imposing brute of the man, your boyfriend made a mental note to listen closely to your fanciful ramblings the next time he wanted to stay “alive”. For good riddance.

Laughing raucously at his expression, Masao slapped his shoulders, worthy of the ossan* at the nearby ramen shop. “I was just messing with you! Geez, you don’t have to take me so seriously~ You’re just like Y/N-chan but less cuter! Damn, exactly the type of guy Kensuke-nii would love and hate at the same time! Hey, tell me, have you two kissed yet? I can tell that my little Y/N-chan would enjoy that kind of stuff. She is the hopeless romantic after all~”

“K-kiss?!”

At the mention of the accursed ‘activity’, you decided that it was time to finally interfere. Fitting yourself in between your paralysed boyfriend and your brother, you spread out your arms in a sign of mock annoyance. Eyes blazing as bright as your face, you begged Masao one last time.

“That’s enough getting to know each other, right, Aniki?” you said, urging him away from the stricken third year. “If you’re really here to look around the school, then you should hurry and go already. I’ll take you to the staircase, come on.”

Casually lounging an arm over your shoulders, your brother bent down towards your ear, “He’s not so bad. I like him.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re saying that just to win me over—”

“Geez, would you stop getting all wary with me? I’m not.” Masao muttered. The mischievous glint in his eyes disappeared just as gravity replaced it. “Your Aki-chan seems like a good kid. Not my type, just so you know. But if you care about him that much as to protect the guy from both me and Wataru, then he’s really something, huh? I’m still not in favor of your entire music future ordeal, but if that Konoha guy is your ‘support’, then I’ll rest easy knowing he’s got your back.”

There was another one of those uncomfortable pauses you hated again. Your brothers never lied; it was one of those characteristics that made your family prone to bluntness over everything else. Nevertheless, there was a sense of lightness in your chest after hearing your brother’s approval. You supposed that even if Masao was the slyest sibling known to man, he was indefinitely more tolerable than... Creepy Siscon Kensuke or Stubborn Belittling Wataru.

“Are you going to tell Kensuke and Wataru about this?”

Eyeing your concern, Masao tilted his head. “I won’t. Promise.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, nodding at your brother from atop the staircase, “... Masa-nii-chan.”

The face Masao was enough for you to scrunch up in disgust and regret whatever you just said. “H-Haa... Y-you finally called me Masa-nii-chan again... I’m so happy. So, so happy. W-will you give me a hug, Y/N-chan?”

“No way. Calling you that again was embarrassing enough, Aniki.”

“Not Aniki! Call me Masa-nii-chan! Once more!”

Shaking your head petulantly, you laughed at your brother’s woes leaving him to continue with a tour of his alma mater (unaccompanied by the hug he so desired). You returned to your lingering boyfriend with ease in your heart and found him just as stricken as you had left him.

“He’s gone now, you don’t have to look so tense,” you poked at his rigid expression.

“Your other brother he mentioned...” Akinori bit his lip. “Would he really hate me?”

You let out a breath.

“I can’t say he won’t, but Masao also said he’d love you, right? Don’t worry about it,” you grinned, looping your arm around his to drag him through the third year hallways. “When he’s being serious, you can trust that guy with his words.”

“Even the ones about how you’d enjoy being kissed?”

The spring freezing in your step, you stared at your boyfriend incredulously. Dawning on Akinori’s face was a look of absolute triumph and illuminated by the shadows of the midday sun, it was like you were at an impasse. It was near unheard of, that this was the same boy who’d you manhandled last year to get his feelings straight! And now, he was using that subliminal charm of his—the one you’d developed—in addition to that godforsaken attractive smirk to ensnare you.

What’s up with that, you thought. A mix of sheer arousal, fear and pride pooling in your hammering heart. I created a monster.

“... Except for those words,” you gritted, trying to keep your footing steady with the way Akinori was leaning closer to your body.

He chuckled lowly. “Eeh, we haven’t even kissed yet. Do you actually have experience in this sort of thing?”

You turned to the large windows lining the walls, hoping that you’d play off your deepening blush. “Of course not. And don’t say it like you have any either! If I’d dated someone who’s already had their first kiss... that would be weird on my side.”

Ruffling your hair while laughing heartily, Akinori let his eyes trail towards the outline of your face. You were beautiful, that was obvious. But in a private moment just like this, just you and him, you always seemed like you were glowing. Your curious eyes—overflowing with mischief and mysteries that he swore to uncover with time. Your cheeks, warm against his fingers and always dusted with a faint red whenever he was around. And your lips. Untouched, unkissed. A plump pair he’d only dreamed of wrapping his own around.

Tracing the pads of his fingers on the contours of your lips, charting etches of himself upon it, Akinori wondered what it would feel like. To kiss you. Would you truly enjoy it, like your brother had said?

“Aki-chan...?” your voice. So delicate and seductive; his name came out of your mouth like amber honey dripping on his hand. It was funny, to be so in love with you. Even after moments where he’d regretted he hadn’t.

It didn’t occur to him how his face was already gravitating towards you. Maybe you weren’t just an alien, maybe L/N Y/N was an entire extraterrestrial planet with a pulling force of its own.

And Konoha Akinori would be the first man to set foot on it.

“W-Whoa! Sorry ‘bout that! Am I interrupting something private, Taichou*?”

Setting foot, Akinori thought of registering himself into a mental ward for thinking of such an uncharacteristic analogy. Watching you wave giddily at the prowler who just happened to be your bandmate Iori, he sighed. I just got hit by an entire meteoroid.

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You considered buying yourself a good-luck charm from the nearby shrine. The feeling of being overwhelmed... was something you could never get used to. It was rare for you to feel so swamped, taking into account how you prided yourself over being able to get things done at lightning speed. But the song, college entrance exams, your brothers, your band and... that interrupted chance of a kiss. Everything simply took its chance to slip itself into your head all at once.

And it didn’t help at all that Kensuke had found out about your lazily answered Future Plans form that you had stupidly left lying around on your bedroom desk... under that? The lyrics to the cheering song.

“If you’re going to take your future so lightly, then you’re better off not going to that volleyball match,” he’d said to you coolly, a reflection of your seething face bouncing off his glasses. “Is this why you’ve been up all night on your guitar?”

“It was my choice,” you’d told him repeatedly.

“What uncharacteristic choices!” Kensuke had gasped mockingly, crossing his arms. “I’m simply worried about my cute little sister. What if those choices lead you to your doom? Your future, your band... that boyfriend of yours.”

He had paused to ruffle your hair, in which you’d barely managed to duck away from.

“Why don’t you just give all that up and let your big brothers take care of you, okay, Y/N-chan?”

Of course, you had only scoffed in reply and pretended like you didn’t hear him, but you weren’t going to show Kensuke that his words were actually bothering you, were you?

At the current hour, your brothers didn’t matter. As long as you finished the lyrics, everything would be fine. It’ll be fine, you said to yourself. Your long week of juggling through school, visiting the gym for lyrical inspiration, appointments with teachers, your club, clients and boyfriend, all while avoiding your brothers’ nosy interventions had begun. And there was no more back-pedaling on anything.

On the bright side, the marching band was progressing amicably with practicing the melody with you. You decided that Ume, still inquisitive about the passage of your relationship, wasn’t their captain for nothing. Hence, it would only be fair that you also gave your all during your practices—whether or not you finally felt weary in any parts of your body didn’t matter.

And ultimately, the utmost crescendo of the entire week had finally dawned you. You finished. You finished the lyrics! The song! Just about 3 days before the tournament and you had excitedly jotted down the final lines of the cheer. It was flawless in your mind and you comically considered switching over PARANOIA’s theme into something more flamboyant.

Just as a storm had come, the gods had blessed you with a stroke of good fortune. Your week had finally turned around for the better. The rehearsals, the feeling of a pick between your fingers, the swelling intimacy between you and Akinori. Your future even seemed clearer in your head. The tournament was only two days away and you felt like steel. Nothing could stop you. Nothing—

“39 degrees.”

“H-huh...?”

“You’re sick, Y/N-chan,” Kensuke sighed taking a seat on the stool next to your bed, the thermometer between his fingers flashing the two digits you never once fathomed to unite. “Mom and Dad have called your school and told them you won’t be attending class today.”

Nothing, but a 39-degree fever that made your legs buckle every step you took.

“I can’t be sick!” you suddenly cried out, only to be thrown aback by your own string of coughs. You rasped again, your legs weakly reaching out to the floor, looking for your slippers. “T-The tournament is tomorrow and I have to be there to lead the supporters—!”

As your toes kissed the surface of the hardwood, your knees caved away, crumpling and collapsing you forwards into the anticipating embrace of your three brothers. Cringing, you couldn’t help but to melt away into their warmth. You were cold. So, so cold. And all you wanted to do was wither away.

“Oi, oi! Think about your health first,” Wataru scolded, easing you back down against your plush pillows. “39 degrees won’t just go away like that, y’know? Worst-case scenario is that you won’t feel better until Sunday.”

Bundling your blankets over your shivering form, Masao nodded. “Wataru’s right. We’re sorry, Y/N-chan, but I don’t think you can go to the tourney tomorrow with your current condition.”

With a gentle stroke of his fingers on your sweat-slicked hair, Kensuke was already putting you into a trance that made your eyelids go heavy. “It’s cold, isn’t it? You poor, poor thing... It’ll be alright, Y/N-chan. Doctor Ken-nii-chan is going to take proper care of you~”

And those were the least reassuring words you’d ever heard in your life before you yielded to slumber.

“Y-Y/N-chan, are you alright?!” your boyfriend’s voice blared through your phone. It was already evening, and you didn’t catch how many hours you’d been out like a light until you stirred awake to the ringing of your cell phone. “I didn’t see you all day so I asked Tsuyoshi-san and he said you were down with a fever! Should I visit and bring you some food? W-what do you want? Some miso soup or chicken stock?”

“No, it’s fine,” you wheezed out softly. “You don’t have to come.”

“W-why not?” Akinori murmured, the torment in his voice seeping through your speakers. “You said yourself that if you ever collapsed and fell sick, I’ll be there to take care of you, right? I want to take care of you now, even if you make me do weird things. So, please—”

“Akinori.” You sternly hissed. What were you going to tell him? That he couldn’t come because your iron-willed brother slash doctor was guarding your door like a dog? You didn’t even want to know what Kensuke would do to your boyfriend if he came over. “Don’t. Come. I don’t want you to catch my fever. The match is tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, but—”

“If you love me, don’t visit. Thanks for the concern,” you said flatly and quickly hung up before he could say anything else to pull at your heartstrings. God, you really felt like a loser. Maybe your brothers weren’t so wrong about the ‘weak little sister’ business...

A knock on the door, and the devil had answered to your thoughts. “Hello~? I’m coming in, Y/N-chan. Are you awake? I’ve got your medicine.”

Heat flooding your brain, you were already frustrated enough about the entire ordeal, and your brother’s face was the last thing you wanted to see right now. Turning around to face the wall, you buried yourself into your blankets as the sound of an opening door and a tray being set down filled the room.

“I know you’re awake,” though you couldn’t see him, you were sure Kensuke was grinning playfully behind you. “Turn around so Ken-nii-chan can give you your medicine.”

“I can do it myself, Aniki,” you grumbled from within your cocoon of warmth.

“Not with those shaky hands you’re not,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. Growling lowly, you shifted beneath the sheets and locked gazes with your smiling brother. Eyeing his every movement as he poured the dark syrup onto a spoon (because who knows what kind of shady things he might put into it!), you rustled.

“Why are you doing this?”

Replacing the cap onto the bottle, the eldest brother’s face broke into a grin. “Because I’m both your brother and a pediatrician. So isn’t it my responsibility to do this sort of stuff? Ah, open wide~”

You quickly enveloped your mouth around the spoon, downing its contents. Your face scrunched repulsively at the artificial tang. Sour. “I suppose it’s your responsibility to make my life a living hell too?”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N-chan. Sorry it’s lemon,” he said, setting down the spoon on your bedside table before turning to you again. “I just want what’s best for you. My little Y/N-chan is different from those other good-for-nothing kids, right? It’s a big world out there and we don’t want you to suffer.”

“Would you stop treating me like a child?” you scowled, hot air spewing out from your nose. “What’s up with you three and doing that? I can function perfectly fine on my own. I’m a third year in high school. It’s so annoying that I could almost hate you. And this is all because you never want to listen to me!”

As the both of you immersed in the deadly silence, you took the time to ogle at your brother’s contorted expression.

Kensuke leaned back on his chair, eyes widened with surprise. “’L-listen’... Y/N-chan, of course we want to listen to you. I-is that not what we’ve been doing the whole time?”

“Listening isn’t the same thing as assuming what I want, Aniki. All you guys do is pile up expectations about the fantasy Y/N living inside your head, and it’s been on my mind the entire week,” you murmured, face growing redder. Though that was just the fever. You were sure of it. “I can’t be the little Y/N-chan I used to be. She’s gone. I’m me now, and the choices I make are the results of my own changes. The choices about what I do, love—”

You took one good, satisfying look at Kensuke’s face, before continuing your sermon. “—and my future. No matter how stupid it looks to you.”

“Oh, Y/N-chan...” he sobbed, striking you dumb top to bottom. Kensuke was crying. Your brother was crying, but what for? Did he catch your fever? God, being sick really did a number on people.

“We didn’t—I didn’t mean to make you feel that way! I was just scared. It was so scary to see you grow up so fast into an adult... then what next? You’ll forget us. You even said you hated me! O-oh God, I’m turning into an overbearing person... I want to commit seppuku*, I’m so sorry...”

Seppuku—Wait, this was your brother you’re talking about here. And with his degree of regret and brashness... he just might do it. How dramatic, you thought, a chuckle threatening to escape your throat.

“Geez, don’t commit seppuku, Aniki,” you sat up on your bed, handing him the pack of tissues next to your pillow. “I said I could almost hate you. But I can’t possibly do that—you’re my brother, right? Even though you three drive me crazy, to fully despise the people who care for you... That’s unfair, isn’t it? Come on, Doctor, don’t cry in front of your patients~”

Blowing his nose loudly into a tissue, he sniffed. “You must really like this guy, huh?”

You made a noise between confusion and shock.

“The old Y/N-chan wouldn’t go so far for anything if it didn’t really interest you... I was worried that he was taking advantage of you or something, to the point where you worked yourself sick. But I couldn’t help but to overhear your phone call from outside and I was relieved that it wasn’t the case.”

You leaned your head on your knees and sighed. “Of course not. Aki-chan is sweet and caring and he knows exactly how to come up with the perfect responses to my weird antics. He used to take advantage of me, and I used to take advantage of him. But that was a long time ago. He made me realize that I didn’t have to understand everything before I felt happy about anything.”

“Does he make you happy?”

“Very. Aki-chan, my band, making this song for the tournament... it all makes me happy, and nothing could be better.”

The air was thick, and Kensuke took it as his cue to leave. Giving you one last smile at the doorframe after he’d flicked the lights off, you felt relief dulling your muscles.

“If you get better by tomorrow, I-I’ll try to figure out a way to get you to that gymnasium,” he said. A promise you knew he was bound to keep. “Your boyfriend is a good person, and I’d hate for him to go through such a grueling match without your support.”

“Ken-nii-chan?” God, it was embarrassing for you to say it, but you were thankful that you were clouded with darkness. “Thanks for listening.”

“G-get some rest, Y/N-chan. Good night.” A shut of a door and muffled crying through the walls.

Good night. You said to yourself and the comforts of your empty room.

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“Has anyone seen Y/N-san?” Suzuke Ume, frantic captain of the Marching Band, scurried through the throngs of students, parents and teachers.

“I don’t think she got on one of the PTA buses either,” Yukie craned her neck upwards to get a better view of the audience. “Did she forget about it?”

“No way! This is Y/N-san we’re talking about. The day she forgets is the day the world collapses in on itself,” Ume gritted. “Gosh, I have to get the marching band ready and everything...”

Down below, on the polished hardwood court, the boys of the Fukurodani Volleyball Club were raving on their own as usual.

“Hey, what’s Suzuki-chan freaking out about? You think everything’s okay?” Komi whispered to the unstirring wing spiker. “Yo, Konoha, you good, man?”

Akinori said nothing. The world seemed so quiet, not even Bokuto’s early-morning racket could shake him out of it. The gymnasium held out like an empty shell to him. Was the world always so silent whenever you weren’t around? What a desolate world he lived in before you.

Lumping a sinewy arm over his shoulder, Bokuto pointed out. “Where’s Y/N-chan? She’s not coming? I heard she was going to lead the crowd.”

“She’s sick,” he finally mouthed, shrugging Bokuto off his back. “She didn’t come to school either yesterday. I’m just worried about her, ‘s all.”

At his words, Komi frantically leapt towards him. “Sick?! The Great Deity is sick? Did you visit her yesterday? How is she?”

“Y/N-chan... didn’t let me visit,” Akinori sighed. “I don’t know if I ticked her off or if she’s finally gotten bored of me... but she told me not to come even if I really really wanted to.”

As the sentence left his mouth, a shrill whistle resounded in the gymnasium, bouncing off the walls in a warning manner. That was that. The tournament you so hoped to attend the entire week, gone in a matter of seconds.

“Waaaait! Sorry I’m late!”

Like seagulls flocking to breadcrumbs, the entirety of the gym turned its head to the northwest entrance. Where a girl donned in a lopsided Fukurodani uniform and a guitar case strapped to her back looked like she just ran a marathon to get here.

Akinori’s face flushed away of its color, but he couldn’t help but to smile. Elegantly poised Ume nearly dropped her baton, and the entire crowd had their jaws scattered all over the floor.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

Coach Yamiji on the sidelines snickered behind his wrinkled hands. This is going to be one interesting cheer.

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There was a small corner in the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, hidden to the eyes, where janitors and staff alike sparsely came by. A little close to the bathrooms, but not too bad considering there was a fragrant lavender air freshener nocked there. And at this hour, it was the perfect time for—I don’t know—perhaps a curious couple to bask themselves in an after-game moment?

Cradling your face in his hands, Akinori scrutinized the little features on your skin, his breath heavy with concern. “Are you still sick? You’re a bit warm.”

Pushing his hands away, you tapped his chest lightly. “How romantic, Aki-chan. You drag your girlfriend away to a private space only to interrogate her. I’m fine, you know~”

“Your cheeks are completely red, you can’t fool me.” He returned his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together. You looked like strawberry mochi. Cute.

“T-That’s for an entirely different reason!” you cried out, averting your gaze. Your fingers curled around your quaint chrysanthemum necklace out of instinct. “I’m really fine. My brother, the doctor, drove me here with Wataru’s taxi. And we both know he wouldn’t be the type of person to let me out of the house if I wasn’t well. And guess what? I think my brothers have finally come to accept you~!”

Sighing, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re troublesome, L/N Y/N. You’re lucky the cheering song was so good that we won those first few matches by a landslide. Otherwise, I would be fully scolding you right now.”

“Hehehe~ Congrats for the win.” Tilting your head against his, you let out a soft hum. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Aki-chan. What should I do for you to forgive me?”

Raising his neck to level to yours, Akinori propped his temple up against yours and spoke to you in a husky tone that made you feel feverish again.

“No one’s going to interrupt us, right?”

“Eh? I don’t think so, but what’re you doing so close—”

“Good.”

And with a soft clink of your matching necklaces bumping against each other in the vacant halls, Akinori had stolen your breath away like a phantom thief to a tower’s princess.

Warm, was the first thing he thought of at first contact. Maybe it was the residue of your night-long fight against a high fever. He might fall sick soon, but that wasn’t something to think about during a first kiss. The space between you was nearly spectral and Akinori’s beating heart was faint against your chest. It was fast, expectedly so. As his hands drifted to shyly wrap itself around the tendrils of your stray hairs, you sneakily nibbled his lower lip, erupting the bubbles of laughter from his throat.

“You smell like sweat,” you poked at his jersey, your cheeks burning up. “Don’t just do that without giving me a warning first.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, Akinori eyed your slightly parted lips, a dash of his saliva molten upon it, “It’s payback for all the nuisances you’ve caused. So take responsibility, Y/N-chan.”

‘Responsibility’. The word seemed so foreign to you, but perhaps being liable wasn’t going to be such a bad thing—even if you were just freely riding the wave. Letting out a raucous laugh, you threw yourself against Akinori, taking as much responsibility as needed. Twice, thrice, and so on.

Bit by bit, the tailwinds of fate pointed north, and the right path for you never seemed clearer.

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Glossary:

yankii - delinquent

aniki - ‘older brother’, but really slang-y (usually seen in pop culture yakuza scenes)

ossan - middle-aged man (an ‘uncle’ of sorts)

taichou - commander/leader

seppuku - japanese ritual of slitting the belly