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thesolferino · 3 years

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⤷ note: apologies for losing your request, anon, but thank you for requesting! this is my first time writing a full fic in second person, so bear with me, and i hope this is what you were looking for <3

The Great American Bake Off

pairing: corpse husband x gn!reader

word count: 3.6k

genre: fluff

summary: you’ve been jealous of rae and her closeness with your boyfriend since the dawn of time, but things change and friendships are made once she comes over for one hell of a cooking video.

Corpse, among many other things, was a man many wished to have.

It’s the truth; even if he didn’t have a YouTube channel through which millions kept up with everything from horror stories to Among Us gameplays, people would still turn heads and whisper whenever he spoke - that attention more than multiplied when he started blowing up and his social media presence grew.

With growth come numbers, and there are always people behind said numbers. Through them, Corpse makes wonderful friends - through them, you had met him, too. All the way back, during his horror narration days, you had grown to like him - really, who wouldn’t?

A DM you once sent after a few drinks, when you claimed to your friends you’d get the “deep-voiced man of your dreams” you often talked about and they, in turn, challenged you to message him, was nothing short of a joke and the idea of him responding was merely a pipe dream. What you hadn’t expected, however, was a response, which wrecked your brain at noon the next day, where your head throbbed with embarrassment, guilt, pride, happiness, a melt of hatred and gratefulness for your friends, panic and the remains of alcohol that tugged at every part of your skull.

It had turned out to be more than a great idea, though, because for the next few weeks you were constantly talking. You learned so much more than he let on in videos, and during late night calls you found out everything from his favorite clothing brand to his favorite color to his thoughts about his own mortality and then back to his favorite cereal. Audio calls and short voice messages turned into hours long FaceTimes that led you from friends to something more. And after a year or so of dating, you packed your bags and made it to sunny San Diego, ready to lay in his arms and sweat bullets.

Safe to say Corpse’s social media presence had its good sides. However, with all good things come bad things too, and you weren’t sure if the bad things were bad at all or you were simply too jealous.

Corpse made wonderful friends thanks to his YouTube channel. He met people he could confide in, meet, people he could talk to about his worst problems, people who would listen - he met people he could have fun with, with who he could forget all about the real world and his own issues, and simply laugh his heart away, play games until the late hours of the night.

If he had to name his closest ones, they would have to be Dave, Loey, maybe Mykie, possibly Jack, and Rae. And that is exactly where the root of the problem stood.

Rae is beautiful, and everyone who denies it must be either dumb or blind. She’s drop dead gorgeous, and funny, and kind, and smart, in a way that made you want to rip your hair out. You wanted to hate her so bad, because the jealousy ate away at you like a damn disease, but you couldn’t, because she was perfect Rae, and as much as you hated the fact she seemed to be perfect inside out, you just couldn’t hate her as her. It was impossible, you concluded.

You convinced yourself you weren’t jealous every time you heard him yelling or laughing at her from his office room - or at least you attempted to do so. Your lunch would turn sour and end up forgotten because you’d be way too focused on listening in on what he was doing and trying to make out what she was saying to even eat at the same pace you previously were. Jealousy ate away at you, no matter if you admitted it to yourself or not.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Corpse, of course. On one late night when you couldn’t sleep and neither could he, as per usual, you turned on a random comedy that you half-heartedly paid attention to, his fingers combing through the knots in your hair peacefully and the slow pace of the movie lulling you to sleep slowly. That is, before his phone rang and lit the mostly dark room. You managed to sneak a glance at the notification before he had, and the familiar bitterness seeped between your ribs as always upon seeing the name displayed at the top of the message, more than awake now.

You visibly stiffened when he laughed at the message and typed something back, shifting your head in his lap as some subconscious attempt at getting him to pay attention to you instead. He put his phone down and you huffed, eyes locked on the TV screen as you pretended to be extremely absorbed in the movie even though you weren’t quite sure of the difference between the protagonist and antagonist anymore. His hands didn’t return to your hair, and that somehow made you even more annoyed.

“What’s up?” Corpse quietly spoke up, barely over the volume over the already quiet movie.

“Nothing.” You said, quicker than you wanted to, and you bit your tongue in cringe when you realised it was an awful lie. Corpse seemed to think the same.

“That’s bullshit. Seriously, what’s wrong?” He asked, and was met with pure silence. In reality, you were hoping he’d simply never realise you were somewhat jealous, because you knew you were being stupid and unreasonable, but you couldn’t help wanting him all to yourself. Admitting it out loud made it so much more real, and so much more embarrassing that you would rather bury yourself alive than admit to being jealous of Rae, of all people.

After a few seconds of silence, save the laughter of characters on screen, he spoke again.

“Are you jealous?” The hint of a teasing tone in his voice made you want to rip your hair out of your skull. Was it really that damn hard to believe that yes, you were jealous of an extremely close friend of his? Was it a crime?

The clenching of your jaw seemed to give Corpse enough of a response, and his hands returned to running themselves through your hair as he giggled to himself.

“What’s so damn funny?” You borderline spat, causing his movements to halt for a second before continuing with even louder laughter.

“I don’t know, just the idea of you being jealous of Rae is so funny. I’ve noticed the way you roll your eyes whenever I text her in front of you. You’re not exactly sneaky, you know?” His words made blood rush straight to your face, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. How long has he known this for?

“Sorry. I don’t…” you exhaled and attempted to smile. “I don’t know what’s up with me. I’m so jealous nowadays. I don’t even know why.”

“There’s enough of me to share with everyone, no worries baby.” he replied, teasing tone still yet to dissipate as you slap his knee in mock offense and he starts wheezing.

“Absolutely not! Fucking excuse you, I’m not sharing with anyone!” you gaped at him as he kept laughing.

That was the end of it - or at least Corpse thought so. Needless to say, he was wrong.

Your mood would instantly turn sour whenever he’d laugh at one of her messages, and you attempted to push down every eye roll whenever he’d sit on his phone, between your legs, back turned to you so you could see everything, and open Rae’s DMs again. Sometimes you managed, sometimes you couldn’t help it, but you did your best to do it whenever he wasn’t looking. Because you truly knew you were being unreasonable, especially whenever you have to relay situations like how he had to postpone a date one time because Rae asked him to play Rust for a bit longer and you almost ripped all your hair out of your skull in frustration back to your best friend who just turned Rae and Corpse into the villains in the situation because that’s what best friends are supposed to do.

Not like he was going out of his way to talk to her a concerning amount, they mostly talked in groupchats and on streams and that was only a few times weekly, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the green monster growing stronger in you every day, fed by every laugh she got out of him.

The green monster fucking loved it when Corpse excitedly announced to you that he’s finally meeting his friends for the first time, and by friends meaning Rae, Sykkuno and Karl. You, however… were far from impressed.

He paced around the room in excitement, a mix of obvious anxiety and joy evident on his face, and he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie with shaky hands as he very proudly announced that he would be the second tallest person in the room through a blinding, pearly grin, and seeing him so electrified couldn’t help but make you shut your jealous thoughts up, even if just for a little bit, and mirror his grin back to him.

What did, however, make you as anxious as him was when he announced they’d a) be coming to your shared apartment and b) making a cooking video - it sent you into a panicked mom mode as you dusted every corner of every room and vacuumed everything from the kitchen to the balcony and Corpse did nothing but record you as you anxiously rambled and laugh at you from his place on your bed.

When the dreaded Saturday finally came, and the first person to arrive, Sykkuno, rang your doorbell, you squeezed Corpse’s hand to stop him from nervously toying with his rings and opened the door, and you greeted the man like he was your own brother and not a person you’d seen probably a total of three times through the computer screen and someone who’s seen you maybe two times, from the pictures Corpse sent him, in your best attempt to make both of them more comfortable. It actually kind of worked - turns out Sykkuno is a pretty affectionate guy, too, and a conversation started as soon as he stepped in. Corpse gave you a look when you pulled away from Sykkuno’s half-hug, and you almost laughed out loud at the irony when his phone lit up with a notification from Rae announcing she was almost there at that exact moment.

She had kept true to her word; ten minutes or so later, another ring was heard and you gestured to Corpse to open it this time as you gave Sykkuno his cup of water and resisted any and every urge to roll your eyes or do something otherwise bitchy and stupid. Corpse did as told, and you watched them hug and listened to Rae squeal in excitement through the open door of the living room and decided to plaster a smile on your face for as long as you could muster before you remove yourself from the situation when they start filming.

Unfortunately for you, the first person she locked eyes with was exactly you, and they lit up an even prettier brown (if that was even possible) as she beelined to you and you barely got a greeting out before she engulfed you in a large hug, arms wrapping around your neck as she swayed both of you side to side.

“Oh my God, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Rae cheered into your ear before she finally pulled back, before shooting an infectious grin at you that you couldn’t help but return back.

“All good things, I hope.” you chuckled as she moved to greeting Sykkuno, and nodded her head with an enthusiastic giggle of her own. You eyed Corpse for a second who simply leaned against the door frame, watching the whole thing unfold with somewhat of a proud smile on his face, before Rae turned back to you and your attention was on her again.

“Of course! Corpse is very much a simp for you, you know that?” She said and both you and Corpse laughed, especially him, who nodded his head in agreement as she sat back down, still beaming at you.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that.” you respond before turning back to Corpse. “Where’s Karl at?”

“He’ll be here in half an hour or so, he only landed recently.” he said. You nodded and moved to sit on a nearby chair to leave space for the guests on the couch.

Karl ended up arriving in twenty minutes and apprised everyone of the information that “his taxi driver is a psycho that, apparently, doesn’t fear stop signs or the police” before setting up the camera in your kitchen and tried his best to attach lapel mics on everybody (admittedly, it took way longer than it should’ve, but he eventually managed and that counted as a win in his book). You reluctantly agreed to be the judge of the finished product when they’re done cooking, and Karl was there for the purposes of being a cameraman and making jokes off screen so he agreed too, albeit way more enthusiastically than you.

The two of you sat behind the camera as the three of them lined up, Corpse wearing a mask and his signature eyepatch (that he didn’t really need, but those two did their job in preserving his privacy) and introduced what they were doing. Corpse was obviously very anxious, hands fidgeting constantly and shivering like a dog after a bath despite the hoodie he was wearing in 100 degree weather because of the shower of sweat that was now drying on his body, and that was partly why you were there, supportive smiles, encouraging cheers and all.

They were making Mexican ground beef tacos, and despite knowing Corpse can barely make a sandwich without setting at least two dishes on fire, you still cheered him on proudly and repeated he was part Mexican himself roughly 5 times a minute, claiming he was going to kill it.

“Kill it? More like kill one of us- CORPSE watch what you’re doing with that fucking knife! You’re proving my point!” Rae yelled at him as he giggled in delight, watching the woman gape at him in pure horror and Sykkuno watch his movements completely entranced as he played with the knife in his hands.

“You’re just mad that he’s going to make tacos fifty times better than you.” you said to Rae, chewing down on some M&Ms that Karl and you shared (both of you decided on a genius plan - you’re going to eat the whole bag before they’re done with cooking so you can claim you’re full and therefore can’t eat the atrocity that will most likely be the tacos).

“Don’t gas me up like that, Y/N, you are well aware I’m shit at cooking. Expect absolutely nothing from me.” he replied over the sizzling of the meat on the pan, throwing a whole spoonful of chili powder into it, earning loud yelling and scolding from your side and loud laughter from Rae.

“HALF A TEASPOON! Half a teaspoon, how have you not remembered this already?! We’ve made tacos a million times now, oh my God, you’re actually stupid.” you yelled at him, arms flailing in the direction of the seasoning to emphasise your ‘half a teaspoon’ point as Rae doubled over in laughter and Sykkuno looked into the pan with a concerned and somewhat afraid look. Just as he peeked in, the overwhelming smell of chili powder started biting away at his eyes, and he jumped away with a yelp.

“Jesus, Corpse!” he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes with his forearm as the whole room burst into laughter and Corpse suspiciously inspected his beef.

“What were you saying about your ‘Mexican king’, Y/N?” Rae asked, pulling out a few tortillas and putting them on the table. You huffed, grabbing another handful of M&Ms.

“Giving him up to God. He’s the only one who can help, at this point.” you said. She giggled in response and Corpse let out some sort of protesting sound and waved his knife around in complaint. “I don’t know who this man is. He broke into my kitchen and now I’m here.”

“Hey, I pay half of your rent!” he said, and you were about to reply but Rae dropped her meat into a pan full of overheated oil, and a loud hiss and some sort of a scream overtook the room as a cloud of steam shot into the air and she frantically looked around for the wooden spoon so the meat wouldn’t stick to the pan. You simply sat and laughed, eating the candy like it was popcorn and you were watching a shitty cooking show - it wasn’t that far from reality, really.

“Um, I just realised I don’t make many tacos, actually.” she said as she helplessly stirred the meat, turning to you with pleading eyes. “What seasoning even goes into this? Y/N, will you help me? Let’s team up against Corpse!”

You tilted your head in thought, but before you could even speak, Corpse spoke up.

“That’s not fucking fair, that’s-that’s against the rules.” he turned to you. “You won’t betray me, right?”

You laughed at him, adjusting in your seat. “I gave up on you ever since you added, like, 3 kilos of seasoning into the meat for no reason.” then you turned to Rae. “Sure, let’s do it, babe.”

Their loud yelling immediately started mixing, Rae’s cheers contrasting Corpse’s protesting. She stuck her tongue out at him meanwhile Corpse shot her the middle finger, and she turned back to you with a grin.

“Alright, what do I put in?”

Roughly twenty unnecessary and extremely long minutes later, the tacos were done, two each for each of them. Rae’s looked the best - probably because you guided her through the whole thing - next to Sykkuno’s, whose you were genuinely intrigued to try. While Corpse was arguing with Rae, he burned roughly half of his already ruined beef, and Karl made the very nice observation that it looked like a bird shat in a tortilla, which you proclaimed as the highlight of the video.

Since you and Karl claimed you were full, the three of them simply swapped tacos between each other as to be unbiased, and the two of you watched in amused suspense. You were actually quite interested to see what the end results were - you were first anxious and quite annoyed you even had to participate in the first place, because it meant losing your mind from jealousy, watching Corpse and Rae giggle and act all domestic while cooking, but jealousy simply dissipated somewhere half through the video as you watched the three argue if cheddar cheese belonged on tacos or not and Rae laugh at every stupid joke you cracked. Now, you sat, fully immersed as you stared at Sykkuno’s face; the poor guy ended up with the misfortune of having to try Corpse’s taco first.

“Zoom in, zoom in!” you whispered into Karl’s ear who complied and zoomed into Sykkuno’s face. He bit into the taco, chewing for a second before his face twisted in disgust and you began wheezing when he grabbed a tissue and spit it out, immediately grabbing his glass of water. Rae laughed at him as well, mouth full of his one, which she claimed she actually liked but it wasn’t as good as the “Y/NRae-co” as she proudly called it. Corpse silently ate Rae’s taco and refused to give a review on it because he was upset he got defeated, but the fact that he scarfed down the whole thing in a minute or so was enough of a review.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Corpse exclaimed when he saw Sykkuno’s bite in the tissue, grabbing the second taco he made and biting down on it. The whole room burst into laughter when he roughly swallowed, tears obvious in the one eye that showed, because of the overly spicy beef.

“What are you motherfuckers laughing at? It’s not that bad, I stand by tacorpse.”

“Tacorpse is actually genius. The one good thing you came up with during the entirety of this video.” Rae said and Corpse mumbled a fuck you in response.

“Well, I think we can all agree that me and Y/N’s taco was clearly the best.” she said, clasping her hands together.

“I actually think mine was better.” Sykkuno said, to which she pushed his plate out of the frame.

“Nobody asked you anything.”

“Don’t bully Sykkuno, I’ll fucking kick you out.”

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure Y/N would kick you out before they’d let you kick me!” Rae said, accusingly pointing her taco in Corpse’s direction.

“Alright, let’s wrap up the video.” Karl laughed behind the camera, and the three of them all turned to properly face it and end the video.

“Thank you all so much for watching, this has been an… interesting video, to say the least. Uh, thank you to Karl for filming this whole disaster, thank you to Corpse,” Rae gestured in his direction, “for lending us his kitchen, thank you to Sykkuno for probably getting us more views on this video, and also a big thank you to Y/N, Corpse’s better half for making this video way more interesting and helping me make probably, like, the best taco I’ve ever made.” she grinned and you shoved a peace sign in front of the camera.

“If you liked this video, check out Sykkuno and Corpse’s channels, they will be linked down below, and please click like and subscribe to support the channel! Again, thank you all for watching, see you later, bye!” she finished, and with that, Karl turned the camera off.

Silence engulfed the room. You sighed.

“Alright, who’s gonna clean this shit up?”

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong fully concentrated as he began scratching off the little black dots that were labeled "Boy?" or "Girl" on the cute little scratch card you made yourself, making sure to have it Minion themed. There were 10 circles in total and it deserve taking him quite a while to find the correct one.

"Guess he's not that enthusiastic about finding out what his little minion is." Mingi teased as he shoved the camera closer to him.

Hongjoong quickly swatted him away.

"That's not it!"

"Atiny seem more excited than you. The comments are going wild." San pointed out at all the comments trying to guess what it'd be.

"Atiny, it's not that I'm not excited, I'm just having a hard time scratching all of these off." He explained as he displayed the already half scratched off card.

"Man Y/N you're really making him work for it."

When San turned the camera towards you, you only smiled and held up a thumbs up before looking back over at Hongjoong. When you realized he was about to scratch the one revealing the baby's gender you ushered for San to turn the camera back over to him, which he quickly did. Hongjoong pulled back in disbelief when he began to see a pop of color. He rapidly finished scratching it off and saw what the baby was going to be.

"Everyone! I'm having a son!"

Hongjoong held up the card close to the camera, waving it around so they could fully see the bright blue dot saying "It's a boy!"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"And how is the father feeling at this moment? Any last words until we break this piñata?"

Jongho focused the camera towards Seonghwa, who had his hand resting on your baby bump. Taking a deep breath, he answered:

"I'm so nervous, my hands are shaking. I don't even know if I can break it." He pointed towards the piñata which was hung on the ceiling.

"It's ok Hyung, you won't have to! We're going to break it for you!" Jongho giddily exclaimed.

"We'll create the mess and you clean it up!" Wooyoung cheered as he picked up the baseball bat and held it up against the hanging ornament.

Seonghwa could already feel his eye twitching at the thought of all the confetti pouring out and creating a mess. He looked at you for sympathy.

"Couldn't you just have told me?" You chuckled at his pouty face and rested your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The boys all took turns swinging at the piñata, occasionally making jokes about metaphorically hitting all the haters that spoke bad about your relationship, to which all faithful Atiny agreed and cheered at in the comment section. After a particular hard swing from Jongho, the piñata burst open and pink confetti started scattering all around. Seonghwa immediately stood up, but instead of getting triggered and starting to clean up, he actually picked up some of the confetti and began throwing it around.

"Atiny! My little night light is going to be a girl!"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho was already excited with the creative idea you thought of for revealing your baby's gender not just to him, but to his fans, who also thought it was perfect and suited Yunho's character so much. You made a replica of the Hogwart's Sorting Hat, waiting to be picked up to reveal an article of clothing that was either pink or blue.

"Can I lift it now?" San asked once again, hand reaching for the hat, but Yeosang slapped his hand away.

"You're not the father so no." He reminded him.

"But I'm getting impatient! I want to know now." San whined cutely.

"You just want to find out if you're won the bet against Wooyoung." Mingi spoke up.

"Atiny! Take your bets with us! San says it's a girl, but I say it's a boy and I know I'm right! So get ready to pay me 50 bucks!" Wooyoung encouraged them.

While all Atinys were also taking guesses, Yunho finally stood up and slowly picked up the hat, everyone around holding their breaths. When on the table layed both a pink and blue bow, everyone was momentarily confused.

"Wait......who the fish won?" Wooyoung asked, remembering not to cuss in front of the camera.

Yunho held them up and looked at you with a questioning gaze. You giggled at his confusion before saying.

"It's a boy and a girl. We're having twins!" You declared.

Yunho dropped the bows before slumping on the couch behind him, giggling out of control. Atinys were going wild that they were getting not 1, but 2 Ateez babies, while simultaneously clowning WooSan.

"Ok but like......who owes who money?" San demanded.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Are the cupcakes ready yet?" Yeosang asked, already inhaling the scent coming from the kitchen.

"Yeosang, Atiny might think you're more interested in eating the cupcakes than finding out about the baby being a girl or boy." Seonghwa sighed as he read through the comments, laughing at some of the responses.

"We don't think, we know." He read one out loud.

"Ehhh don't get him wrong Atiny. Yeosang is only masking his excitement. Remember he's kind of a Tsundere." Hongjoong patted his back.

When you called out that the cupcakes were ready, they all immediately got into place, ready to see if Yeosang's baby would be a boy or girl. You set the cupcakes down on the table, looking like plain vanilla cupcakes, but the filling inside was either pink or blue.

"Before you take a bite, are you hoping it's a specific gender?" Seonghwa asked.

"As long as it's a healthy baby, I don't care for anything else." Yeosang answered as he picked up a cupcake.

"He wants a girl. I've been his longest friend, I know he wants a girl." Wooyoung spoke up.

Everyone watched as Yeosang took a bite of a cupcake, a bite that soon turned to 2, then 3, until he was almost finished with it, completely forgetting about what he was supposed to do.

"Kang Yeosang!" You scolded him when he finished the cupcake and looked at you in confusion.

"It's a girl, Atiny, he's getting a girl." Seonghwa looked deadpan at the camera as he held up the cupcake that he parted in half.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Ok but look at it! Isn't it so cute and creative?"

San focused the camera on the Pokeball that was sitting on top of the table, waiting to be popped open and release blue or pink dust. He couldn't stop giggling at how excited he was about getting to know.

"Ok but, why didn't we get one to throw on the ground?" Jongho huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

"Because it's not your baby? You're not the father?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Disappointed!" Jongho exclaimed, causing all of them to laugh.

"Jongho, I promise I'll get you one too that you can reuse." You promised him.

"Oh god no! Do you know how much I'll have to clean?" Seonghwa begged you to reconsider.

While all of you were laughing, Byeol jumped on top of the table and began playing around with the pokeball. No one noticed anything until Atiny began commenting about it.

"Has no one noticed Byeol playing with the pokeball?" Hongjoong read out loud.

"Byeol no!"

San tried to stop her, but ultimately she dropped the pokeball to the floor, sending it crashing open and releasing purple dust on the floor which confused everyone.

"Oh my God! They're having a demon!" Mingi shouted.

They all turned to you for an explanation.

"I didn't have time to get a second pokeball after the doctor called and told me the first results were wrong....."

"Ok and.......?" San urged you to continue.

"So....pink and blue makes purple........you know? Cause we're pregnant with twins?" You finished.

San began running around before kissing you in front of everyone.

"I'm getting two babies! Get on my level!"

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Ready? Aim...fire!"

Mingi once again threw the dart at the balloon wall in front of him, missing once again and instead having it get stuck in between two of them.

"Epic failure....again." Yeosang pointed out.

"Come on Mingi! We're all waiting for you to pop 1. Just 1!" Hongjoong was exasperated at this point.

"Even my anxiety of seeing paint drip down the wall went away." Seonghwa confessed.

"Want me to help!?" Jongho was already standing up.

"No! I can do this ok? I can do this." Mingi picked up another dart and began taking aim.

"He can't do it." Jongho looked at the camera.

"It's ok honey. Atiny are cheering for you." You assured him.

Gaining more confidence, Mingi shot the dart forward, this time effectively popping one of the balloons that splattered out dark blue paint that dripped down the wall. All of the other members let out a bunch of loud "whoahs".

Mingi jumped up and down before running all over the place. He was about to pick you up out of excitement but all of the boys began screaming in protest.

"Don't! You're not supposed to lift her up!" Seonghwa stopped him from doing so.

Mingi pouted.

"I'm sorry, I just got overly excited."

"Excited enough to start cleaning up the mess you created?" Seonghwa looked back at the dripping paint, triggering his OCD.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung stared into the camera with a serious expression.

"Atiny....here in my hand... I hold the weapon which will reveal what my destiny is..." He stated, holding up the paint gun.

"Translation: Y/N fed his murderous thoughts and he's going to shoot paint that'll reveal whether he's having a boy or-" But Yeosang was interrupted by Wooyoung's screaming.

"WE'RE NOT HAVING A BOY! WE'RE HAVING A CUTE BABYGIRL THAT WILL LOVE ME AND WILL BE MY WHOLE WORLD!" He declared.

"What about me?" You waved a hand at him.

"I love you too baby, don't worry." Wooyoung blew a kiss at you.

Wooyoung began setting up the gun while looking over at the comments his fans were leaving.

"What will I do if it's a boy? Nothing cause IT WON'T BE A BOY!"

"Ok but, where are you going to shoot it at?" Seonghwa asked gesturing to the small place they were all gathered at.

"Not to mention the fact most of the walls are dark colored, how will the color-"

Seonghwa was cut off when Wooyoung blasted some of the paint balls onto his clean white shirt, staining it with a bright neon pink color.

"WHOO HOO! I TOLD YOU ALL I WAS GETTING A GIRL! MOVE ASIDE CAUSE HERE COMES THE HAPPIEST SOON TO BE FATHER IN THE WORLD!"

While Wooyoung continued running around and eventually hugging you tightly and thanking you over and over for giving him a little princess, Seonghwa was nearly crying at his ruined shirt, with Hongjoong patting his shoulder in a sympathetic manner.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

San held the camera towards his face.

"Atiny, you might be wondering why we're all gathered out here on the beach at night. Well, to explain we-"

"Step aside, you're not the main character here. I'm Choi Jongho, soon to be a father and this is my lovely wife whom you all know about."

When Jongho pulled you close to him, you awkwardly waved at the camera, still not used to the public life.

"And we're here to find out if we're having a boy or a girl." Jongho finished.

Jongho gave the camera over to Yunho so he could capture not only the fireworks that were about to be set off, but his reaction as well.

"Be honest, are you nervous?" Yunho began interviewing him.

"I'm really nervous." Jongho answered.

"Are you hoping it's a boy or girl?" He continued asking.

Jongho smiled shyly.

"I'll love the baby no matter what.....but I'd really be happy if it was a boy."

"Of course you do. You'd want to teach him to play soccer and make him break apples like you. What about the baby mama over here? Does she also want a boy? Oh wait! You already know the gender...never mind." Yunho retreated away from you, kind of embarrassed for asking that.

Mingi began the countdown before lighting up the fireworks that soon shot up into a air, burning up and lighting up the sky in a light blue color.

"It's a boy!" Mingi shouted.

Not able to contain himself, Jongho turned you to face him and kissed you right in front of everyone, making them all holler at you both.

"I love you so freaking much."

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salmon-sushi · 3 years

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single parent club | aobajohsai & fem!reader

summary: Oikawa’s gift from his fan club gives you the opportunity you never thought you’d experience.

genre: crack, lots of braincells lost here and platonic relationships!

words: 3.1k

a/n: guess who wrote this instead of listening to her online class? also @akasuns thank you for wanting to read more of my works 🥺 i’m really honored!!!

index

The early morning mist begins to clear, the rising sun casts a rosy hue across the morning sky and the birds begin chirping their morning melody to welcome a new day. Kindaichi breathes in the much needed fresh clean air, his eyes blinking blearily in an attempt to stay awake as he walks to the gym at the start of the Golden Week. He pushes the heavy metal doors of the gym using his right leg and sees the sun pouring through the windows of the school’s gym, making the gym glow in soft orange.

“Morning.”

Kindaichi yawns his greeting as he stretches his arms and back. Not hearing hollers from his teammates, he looks around the quiet gym, rubbing his arms when the temperature gets a bit chilly before finding the team’s libero and second year setter eating leisurely. He swears that he hears some sniffles from them, “What are you guys eating, Yahaba-san?”

The second year setter turns around and shoves a box of chocolates in Kindaichi’s hands, his voice muffled as he attempts to speak with his cheeks puffing like a hamster, mouth full of sweets. “Oimmffhmfmffh.”

Watari clicks his tongue in distaste as he shakes his head before sighing, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He raises his hand before slapping Yahaba’s back with a loud smack. Kindaichi pales when he sees Yahaba’s whole body shake, mentally reminding himself to never piss Watari off.

“What he means to say is that Oikawa-san gave us his gifts from his fanclub.” Watari explains while Yahaba wipes his suspiciously teary eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “He said that he couldn’t possibly finish all of the chocolates anyway and that he didn’t want to share with the other senpais for some reason.”

Kindaichi picks up a piece of chocolate and twirls the confection around his fingers before popping it into his mouth. His eyes widen when the chocolate immediately melts in his tongue, the sweet taste, the creamy feel makes him feel like a newborn baby, “Hey, it’s pretty good.”

“Right?” Yahaba sniffs his nose, “Man, I want a cute girlfriend to give me one of these chocolates too. Hey, Watari, how do I get one?”

The libero’s smile becomes tight as his friend begins to nudge his side with his sharp elbow. Watari silently grips Yahaba’s wrist, which made Yahaba yelp in pain, “Not trying too hard would be a good start.”

Kunimi hums in agreement, making Kindaichi jump, “What the hell, when did you get here?”

“I’ve been standing next to you the whole time.”

Kindaichi awkwardly nods his head as he averts his gaze from his glaring friend. His hand reaches for more of the milky, buttery chocolate while leisurely talking about their upcoming training regime during the entire Golden Week.

“Aw man, I gotta admit those are the best chocolates I’ve ever eaten.” Yahaba sighs as he pats his stomach in satisfaction.

“Do you reckon Oikawa-san has more of those?” Kunimi asks excitedly. Kindaichi raises an eyebrow at his friend, whose impassive face is in contrast to his elevated voice.

“We can ask him when he gets back–”

POOF!

The gym’s metal doors are slammed open and you enter with a wide step while greeting loudly, a quirk you always did everytime you step inside the gym. You look around the empty space, only finding a cart filled with untouched volleyballs, the net hasn’t been set up yet and an empty box decorated cutely before discovering four babies in your school’s volleyball shirt.

You suck in a sharp breath, feeling panicked and wondering if the coaches mentioned about bringing their children along to practice, which is impossible because they won’t be arriving until late afternoon. Walking slowly and cautiously towards the group of babies, you finally recognised the hairstyle of each child. You tilt your head in confusion, “Eh?”

“Is this a joke?” You asked yourself.

Just to be sure, you call each of their names loudly, making sure your voice resonates throughout the quiet gym. But only the babies reply in their gibberish language, which only confirmed your far-fetched theory. “They’re babies. I’m sure of it.”

Looking around and making sure that nobody else is in the gym, you let out an excited squeal, “I’m finally able to realise my trashy novel fantasies!” Wiping a stray tear with a finger, you sniff, “I’m a single mother now!”

Placing a hand on your forehead, you twirl around dramatically before falling down in front of the babies with the grace of a swan on the gym’s floor, earning happy babbles and applause from them. You silently lament about wanting to wear a fluffy long skirt instead of the school’s tracksuit, just so that you could feel like Snow White and the four dwarfs– you mean, babies. You keep a neutral face as you silently creep your hands towards the unsuspecting Yahaba baby while the other three babies are focused on the empty box in front of them. Lifting your hands, you tickle the child as you coo at him, laughter filling the gym’s empty noise as the baby squirms under your mercy.

The remaining third years finally arrive and they greet you casually before stopping in their tracks. “Whose kids are they? The coaches?” Matsukawa asks as he shoves his hands inside his pockets.

Shaking your head, you hand a tired, red faced Yahaba to the middle blocker, who then awkwardly holds the baby in his arms, “Nope. Guess again.”

Hanamaki sends a glare to a scowling baby whose hair is parted in the middle, reminding him of a certain junior who refuses to move during practice, but he decides against it, “Nah, where are our little kouhais though?”

Your body slumps as you groan, rolling your eyes before Oikawa steps in front of you and points at the babies on the floor. “Now, now, [Name]-chan before you create your monstrous sounds–”

“Hey!”

“–these babies are our kouhais, right?”

His question received no reply, but no objection either. Matsukawa silently settles the baby in his arms on the ground and slings a hand around Hanamaki’s neck before moving towards the exit. Iwaizumi crosses his arms and glares at the two friends, “And where do you think you’re going?”

Hanamaki raises both of his hands in a calming gesture, “We’re off buying food. For the kids.”

Matsukawa waves a hand with a smile on his face, “Want anything from Family Kart?”

The captain hollers that he wants onigiri, along with a few chocolate bars for their precious manager in case she decides to be a monster with all the groans she’s producing. Feeling annoyed, you pinch Oikawa’s side and flash a sweet smile when the captain cries in pain as Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, “Didn’t you just eat breakfast?”

Oikawa smirks as he manages to slap your hand away, placing a hand on his hips as he tilts his head to the side, “This is why we’re different in terms of height, Iwa-chan.”

“Huh?”

Seeing Iwaizumi already raising his fist, you quickly stop both of them before Iwaizumi proceeds to demonstrate violence towards impressionable children. The last thing you need is a baby fight. Silently panicking, you begin to think of possibilities of baby injuries– you know next to nothing when it comes to treating injured babies. Worse, the babies are actually the first and second year regular players of the volleyball team and for them being stuck as babies in the start of Golden Week. “Imagine explaining this to the coaches!” you scream mentally.

Iwaizumi notices you beginning to lose your cool, he pats your back, “We’ll help you take care of them.”

“Only you, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa pipes in.

In your eyes, Iwaizumi is your saviour, while Oikawa is nothing but dust. You stick your tongue at the captain, in which he is happy to reply with his own while pulling his lower eyelid. Iwaizumi grits his teeth, his body tensing before he sucks in a deep breath. His body visibly relaxes and he exhales slowly, the tension in his face begins to fade and he looks calmer than before. “Right, only I will help you, [Name].”

“W-whoa, Iwa-chan,” Feeling demure, the blush on your face sears through your cheeks and for a minute, you think your face is on fire. Suddenly, Iwaizumi becomes dependable, not that he isn’t before but– “That’s so cool! I’m totally living the trashy novel plot!”

Looking away shyly, you stutter your thanks to the boy. Oikawa huffs when he witnesses the interaction, taking out a ball and proceeds to throw it up in the air as he runs up to deliver a powerful serve.

“Oi, Shittykawa! We’re not practicing near babies.” Iwaizumi warns. The captain bites back his complaints and silently sits himself at the corner of the court, letting the ball drop and roll away freely. Seeing you and Iwaizumi being somewhat parental towards the first and second year babies churned something in his stomach. Watching you meekly hand over a Watari looking baby to Iwaizumi with rosy pink cheeks, Oikawa couldn’t help but groan, “Iwa-chan! Why are you helping [Name]-chan anyway?”

Both you and Iwaizumi turn to face Oikawa with unimpressed expressions. Feeling somewhat pathetic but his heart wouldn’t settle until he says what he has to say, Oikawa gestures his hands at you and the babies, “She’s a girl! Girls can take care of babies alone, right? Let’s practice!”

Iwaizumi widens his eyes in surprise before snickering, “Wow, Shittykawa. You just proved yourself to be a deadbeat dad.”

You’re also quick to rub the salt in the wound, cackling wildly, “Yeah, Oikawa.”

The captain gasps as he stands up, making his way towards Iwaizumi and sweeping babies Yahaba and Watari from his friend’s arms, “Hey! I’ve taken care of my nephew before and I can take care of Yahaba and Watari! Plus, they’re easier to care for~” he sings.

Iwaizumi looks doubtful when he sees Oikawa telling the babies that he wouldn’t be a deadbeat dad. Silently, he goes to Oikawa and helps him out by playing with the two babies with him.

You gasp sharply in surprise after discovering Oikawa’s real intentions. Standing up, you poke a delicate finger to his chest, “So that’s your plan, Oikawa!”

The captain merely raised an eyebrow while looking at you amusedly. “Oh?”

“You’re planning to take my husband away with your single father act!” Oikawa yelps as your hair smacks his face when you turn around, looking at him over your shoulder before scoffing, “Disgraceful!”

Iwaizumi blushes when he hears you call him your husband, he splutters, “W-what, husband? [Name], I–”

Before the ace could take a look at your growing red face after your bold claim, Oikawa laughs high and mighty with a devious look in his eyes, “It seems that you’re not a slow shrew after all, [Name]-chan.” He runs behind Iwaizumi and grabs his biceps, “But it’s too late for you! Iwa-chan will fall for my single dad charms in no time!”

Iwaizumi glares at his friend as he starts to feel uncomfortable now that he is the center of the attention. “Oi, stop it, both of you.”

However, his words are ignored as you gasp in shock and grab babies Kindaichi and Kunimi, who look very happy to be carried in one arm each. You glare at Iwaizumi with tears in your eyes, making the latter deflate under your stare as you whisper, “How could you do this to me, Iwa-chan?”

You are touched when you feel two pairs of tiny hands pat your face, it's as if Kindaichi and Kunimi could feel your sombre mood, regardless of their age. You make your way to the other side of the court with the babies, making Iwaizumi push Oikawa away from his arm, trying to calm you down as you let out sniffles of your crying.

Oikawa stands still as he watches his friend patting your back awkwardly, that is until he sees a coy smirk gracing your smug face. “Ha, I win this round, Oikawa~” your eyes seem to say.

There is no way Oikawa is losing to you.

He tries to recreate a dramatic spin he saw in the soap opera his mother loves to watch but he fails miserably as he falls down with the elegance of a chicken trying to fly. But Iwaizumi wouldn’t bat an eye. Grumpily, he lifts himself up and smiles when both Yahaba and Watari clap their hands for him. “At least my performance is appreciated,” Oikawa thinks.

“Thanks, Yahaba-chan and Watacchi.”

Meanwhile, Iwaizumi then realises that you’re fake crying because at this point, your cheeks are dry and you’re only blubbering instead. He looks up at the gym’s ceiling and sighs heavily, “Why am I even friends with them?”

A sharp cry pierces the gym and Iwaizumi quickly looks at Oikawa’s corner of the court, finding both Yahaba and Watari crying. Oikawa starts to panic as he pats the babies’ backs but they are unrelenting. He bites his lip, “What’s taking Makki and Mattsun so long? We might need to change their diapers! Pants! Whatever!”

Feeling spiteful, you giggle at Oikawa’s predicament, “Kindaichi and Kunimi are literal angels! They would never cry–”

Tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling from Kindaichi and Kunimi’s faces as they join the crying fest.

Iwaizumi stares dumbly at the floor while Oikawa laughs as you panic, asking the babies if something’s wrong. He thinks of his position as the team’s vice captain. When he first accepted the position, he didn’t think much of it. In fact, his first impression towards vice captains is that they are usually the ones who did nothing at all. Looking at Oikawa who is all but happy to join the babies in torturing their manager, Iwaizumi thinks, “Shouldn’t the captains be responsible?”

Then, he glances at you whose hands are flailing around as you are near in tears, “Managers too.”

But no, his captain and manager are both general annoyances, however endearingly so. Iwaizumi debates lying down on his back again, to have a silent mental breakdown with the chaos in the gym as a background noise, but he decides against it. Remembering how Matsukawa, Hanamaki and you were crying for him to survive in public, he thinks it would be best if he just went through this now instead of dealing with more of Oikawa and your antics.

“I think they’re hungry.” Iwaizumi helpfully informs the two of you after clearing his throat several times. Blinking twice, both you and Oikawa perk up, running towards your bags. You rummage your bag and find several boxes of Pawcky, “I have some Pawcky with me!”

“And I have spare milk bread with me!” Oikawa tells you.

With Oikawa and your combined strengths, the both of you manage to feed the children together without any fusses. With Oikawa tearing the food into smaller pieces for the kids, you quickly fill up the bottles with water in case they become thirsty. Iwaizumi becomes speechless at the perfect teamwork between you and the captain. The babies then soon fall asleep and the both of you slump onto each other. Oikawa grins at you, “Phew, we make a pretty good team, [Name]-chan!”

You beam at him, “For once you’re right, Oikawa!”

The both of you pat each other’s back and sing praises to one another as Iwaizumi sighs tiredly while he rests his heavy body against the gym wall. “Great,” he grumbles. The gym has become considerably warmer, with the bright light pouring from the gym’s windows, making the floating dusts visible to his naked eye.

POOF!

“Our children!” Both you and Oikawa scream in panic. Iwaizumi quickly stands up in action, coughing when the puff of smokes nearly engulfing the three of you. A familiar voice asks, “What, what happened?”

Watari rubs his eyes with his hands as the other three baby turned normal guys cough their lungs out from the smoke, he is met with the view of their manager and captain clasping their hands together, with tears streaming from their eyes. Oikawa holds your intertwined hands together and brings them near to his face, “Oh, [Name]-chan! They grow so fast!”

The dazed libero looks at the team’s ace questioningly, to which Iwaizumi only replied with a pitying smile, “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

Only then, Matsukawa and Hanamaki return from their hours-long worth of shopping for food. “You guys sure took your sweet time,” Iwaizumi says gruffly. Matsukawa averts his gaze from Iwaizumi’s scowl while whistling a tune as Hanamaki asks amusedly “Eh, they’re back to normal?”

“Normal from what?” Yahaba asks but his question is ignored by his senpais. Poor Yahaba.

As a sign of reconciliation, Hanamaki passes a bottle of banana milk to Iwaizumi, patting his back as Matsukawa passes bento boxes around to the team, “Thanks for the hard work, ace.”

A loud clap interrupts the warm atmosphere and Oikawa stands up with his hands on his hips, “Alright everyone, gather up!”

“We are already gathered, Oikawa.” Hanamaki snickers.

“Hush, you.”

You silently stand behind the captain with a resolute expression in your face as Oikawa begins his speech, “I have realised that [Name]-chan and I are not really responsible, personality-wise.”

The atmosphere turns serious, the faces of the team morph into surprise.

“So, from this day forward,” you continue, “We’ll get our acts together and form a strong bond in order to guide this team to the nationals!”

“And crush the Ushiwaka bastard!” Oikawa adds.

Iwaizumi’s intuition rings “Dumbass alert! Dumbass alert!” but he shoves the thought away. However, Iwaizumi remembers the sheer chaos created by the two of you just moments ago, so he grabs a ball, just in case.

You nod at Oikawa and the captain holds your hand, raising it as he continues, “We will become co-parents to you guys!”

A fast ball hits Oikawa’s face before knocking off to your forehead. You cry at the burn on your forehead as Oikawa crumples to the floor, clutching his face in agony.

“Iwa-chan!”

Extra:

You rub the reddening spot on your forehead, pouting at Iwaizumi, “Violence against a helpless woman? I thought you are better than this!”

However, Iwaizumi looks dead inside, his voice low, “At this rate, I don’t see you as a woman, [Name].”

You gasp along with Hanamaki and Matsukawa. Your heart beats faster than ever, “What does Iwa-chan think of me, then?”

“You’re more like a–” he pauses, contemplating his words. He looks at you and your red forehead, you really do look like a sad piece of work. He deflates, “–an annoyance. But not really.”

Oikawa raises an eyebrow as he slaps Iwaizumi’s shoulder, “Huh? You called me a bug once when I really annoyed you, Iwa-chan!” He then nudges Iwaizumi’s side, “You wanted to call her a bug, right? It’s okay. [Name]-chan is a big girl, she can take it–”

“Thanks, Iwa-chan.” you grab a tissue offered by Hanamaki. “Being a bug is cool too.” you cry, blowing your nose as both Hanamaki and Matsukawa gasp at Iwaizumi scandalously.

“Can we get to practice, now?” Iwaizumi asks, red faced.

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The Sun Sets With You

Pairing: Blossutch

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

Rating: T

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Major Character Death.

Note: I am so excited to finish this fic! Thank you so much to @creativecilla for commissioning time and time again. She asked for a sad and angsty fic so I hope I delivered! (She also asked for a happy fic so dont worry that's coming soon)

Don't worry there will be a little bonus after this so don't come for my throat too hard.

Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this because I had the time of my life writing it while crying.

Thanks for reading <3

(the italicized is flashbacks just in case ya confused :)

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“Your love is like a sunset, the longer I wait, it slowly fades into the sea, making a beautiful distraction, As loneliness and despair creep from behind like the shadow of the night.” -Albion Gremory

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The gate waits patiently for her to cross. It's black and shiny as if it were polished just for her. She has been here for almost an hour and yet she hasn't moved an inch. The bouquet of flowers she spent just as long picking out are starting to get annoyed by her lack of movement and although they don’t have a voice or emotions, she can tell they are growing weary too.

She doesn’t understand. Why couldn’t she simply walk forward and make this easy? She was a trained assassin, a spy at the very core where nothing could challenge her except for this field of grass. Grass that is bright green and thriving yet underneath its healthy roots, is a minefield of bodies. It's odd to think about. The care and water used to make sure that the green is at its brightest and the stone looks nice but in reality, it won’t matter.

Nothing matters anymore.

Her grip tightens on the poor flowers. A frail red ribbon holds them together instead of being wrapped in her ginger hair where it belongs. The last time she wore it was the day...it's been a while.

The cemetery has a familiar feel to it. She’s been here before. She has been here many times and has even memorized the grounds. However, this time is much more...intimate. A much more personal experience.

It was never personal because in her line of work, this was normal and happened often. You would come into the office and hear about the poor sucker that got shot, stabbed or blown to bits, grab a hopefully fresh cup of coffee and make sure that you don’t end up the same as them. It was all a part of the job to join the unavoidable circle of life.

Before it was just people whose identities changed day in and day out to avoid this particular outcome. To avoid becoming worm food and having fresh flowers at the bottom of your name. Death never meant anything to her but an end we all have to face. It never meant to stop and think about your life because she didn’t have one to live.

There was no glory waiting for her back home as she finished another mission. There was no dream to achieve because she plagued those of her mind years ago. Warmth and desire from others could not be tolerated. It was dangerous to have anyone close to you but hurt even more when they were gone.

Her dreams had been swept into the night and burned like a fallen star. They were meant for rare quiet days where she could close her eyes and have a glimpse of another chance at life and then it would be over and she couldn’t allow anyone to hold her back. But just as there are dreams, nightmares will surface too.

This was a nightmare only for her eyes. It was common for members of their work to come and pay respects if they got time but for this, she asked that she would be the first. And only then was anyone else allowed.

The months that ate away at her aching heart caused her to be the opposite. She said she had gone, said her dues and the rest followed. Her lies now corrupted her normal life, if you could even call it normal.

So she became the last person and perhaps that's for the best. Even in death, she keeps him waiting. But unlike the other times, he couldn’t leave or say anything about it. The silence of the coffin was enough for her to know that she might get the last words like always but she doesn’t want them.

She would rather keep her words to herself, her mouth stapled shut than utter the last words. She also knew that he would rather listen to her all day than have a moment of silence.

So here she is. A little black dress that poofs out gently at the bottom just above her knees. It was the same dress she had worn on their mission in Italy years ago. It had ended up on the hotel bathroom floor much sooner than expected, however this time the smell of sandalwood and pine had been washed out.

She feels like a housewife ready to see her lost husband coming back from the war in the form of a corpse. The only difference is her vision won’t include the golden bands. Her thumb grazes her ring finger feeling nothing but bare skin and it pains her to think that she was so close. So close to a dream.

She inhales and exhales. Her ability to control her emotions is unlike anyone else. If she chooses to be a stone wall, then nothing will make her crumble. For years she had seen bloodshed and violence. Encountered dangerous people and never once had a hard time sleeping.

Steps take her closer and she feels herself start to decay brick by brick.

Every breath comes out colder and slower and she doesn’t have to look to know she's right in front of it because all the oxygen surrounding her has left and replaced with a frosted void she's grown used to over these past few months.

“Hello.” Her voice is firm and polite.

Formal. She’s too formal and she can practically feel him rolling in his grave to tell her to die it down. Die it down. She hums at that thought and complies with the request that wasn’t even asked but she knows him.

Her feet slip out of her heels, the ones he had bought randomly. The ones she had danced in as he spun her slowly. Her toes feel the dew on the grass. She hates the feeling, her exposed skin starts to itch and irritate her but that just reminds her of her beating heart. So she forces herself to rest on her knees but keeps her eyes shut. Bravery was never something she lacked.

But being brave with her vulnerable emotions had never come easy.

“Just open them.” She scolds herself. No one is around but she feels like the entire world is staring at her.

This isn't work.

This isn’t a mission.

This is him.

Slowly her eyes flutter open to reveal the truth she tried to conceal. The wall inside of her has fallen. There's a suffocating way about this all. She's a woman of logic, a see it before believe it kind-of-person. It's a crumbling mess that turns her into ruins.

And that's when it hits her.

Like the fall of Rome, there are no survivors. There is no happy ending here. Everything leads to Rome...everything leads to heartbreak eventually.

Tears overwhelm everything else. Blossom Utonium has cried for a fallen coworker but never once had she had to grieve and take in the burden of her heart growing dark and heavy.

Her fingers clench the soil. She didn’t want to cry. Didn’t want to sob, not at the risk of seeming weak, but to actually force herself to come to terms with it. To see it written in stone as literal as it comes.

Butch Jojo is dead.

There’s no other way to put it. No soft angle to come at. No lessening the blow because she was there and saw it with her own eyes. No one had to tell her because she relieved it every time her eyes closed.

How was she supposed to go on? He was the piece of her puzzle that fit so neatly and perfectly. She didn’t realize that the picture became indecipherable the moment he was removed. She clawed at that table trying to put back all the pieces. Trying to figure out where they all go but she's left with segments that don’t seem to fit any longer.

He was her sun and moon, the day and night and every other cliche slapped onto an overpriced Hallmark card. He was it all, and now he is gone. Gone too soon and she barely had him in the first place.

The gravestone itself is simple. It's the only one on the lot that isn't decorated by a three foot high statue or a giant cross. It's as basic as they come yet the man it was for was far from it. There was no luxury of filling the coffin with a body. So every bit of him was taken physically and metaphorically from her.

His name is in an elegant cursive and his birth name. Something most people didn’t know. Usually spies and assassins change up their name to make their identity untraceable. She had known him as many different names, but Butch was the only one who she cared about. The only one to ever make her feel like herself.

Her fingers hover above the engraving before setting on the coldness and tracing it with the tip of her index finger. It takes her breath away like an old candle finally burning out.

She wonders if a cruel joke is being played on her as she stares at the curls of the cursive. It was the same font she had chosen for their makeshift wedding invitations the moment she realized that he was the one. Of course he would have had comic sans or some heavy metal font on his tombstone if he was given the chance just to spite everything and everyone.

She's sure that this was already made far before his death. In fact, she's convinced that everyone already has a grave with their name stored somewhere in the back for fast and easy access. Hers is probably waiting and collecting dust.

“Hi.” She utters, less formal than the first time and that felt like ages ago. “For the first time, I’m speechless.” She confesses. “I’m not quite sure what to say.”

For days she sat underneath her flickering desk light writing a speech for a funeral that no one would attend.

The words never came into place even though she deemed herself a thoughtful writer. But what do you say when the person who gave you a reason to speak is gone? Was there anything worth uttering when she couldn’t bring herself to do it?

But she wrote. She wrote everything she had felt and ended with a flood of pages on her desk. Pens with tired ink cartridges littered her desk and endless chicken scratched papers were tossed away. It needed to be thoughtful and inviting but in reality, it just needed to be the words she never said.

The moment she finished writing them, she threw them into a box to never see the light of day. But when she finally had the courage to come and pay her respects, she became drawn to them. Her mind fought with her hands to take them even if she decided to keep them in her purse.

Her purse opens and she takes out a few pages. The ones that made her heart ache the most and that are decorated with stains of dried tears. She clears her throat. “The first time I met you, I thought nothing of it. It was in front of the coffee maker at work, you had just joined our firm and you walked by, glanced at me and then you were gone into the other room. That was it. That's what we were meant to be. A simple meeting of the eyes and then we don’t interact again.”

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The coffee drips way too slow, she thinks. A state of the art facility full of lasers, guns and cars and they couldn’t be bothered to get something just slightly better. The mug finishes filling just in time for her patience to run out. She grabs it and turns to look out towards the rows of cubicles that make it seem like a simple office.

Instead of a bored coworker looking tired at a computer, she's met with green eyes and an emotionless face. For a second she saw his lips turn into a smirk. It's quick. A match striking the box with a flame igniting on impact. And then it’s dropped in water and out just as fast. He's gone by the time she blinks next and even though it was nothing, those eyes fueled a fire she wasn’t sure she had.

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“But then I kept seeing more and more of you.”

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“You clean up nice.” Blossom turned to see a guy. She recognized him from last week, a new transfer who she only caught a glance at. He was in a highly expensive tux and was adjusting the equally priced watch on his wrist.

“I assume you must be my new partner.” She said as she mentally analyzed him slowly. Slicked black hair, looks as if he goes to the gym quite often, hands looks steady for a firearm. Green. Forest green eyes.

He smiled. “Must be.”

“You can call me Amanda.” Her fake name suited her fine as she checked the time. “I hope that you read over the files of our mission.”

“I tend to skim and wing it.” He winked and that irked her. “Matts fine for the evening.”

Blossom, or Amanda for now, kept her eyes from rolling and walked to him and wrapped her arm around his. “You might be my husband for this mission but if you fuck up, you better be thankful this isn’t legally bounded.” She finished with a flutter of her eyelashes and a smile before pulling him along.

She didn’t get too far before he pulled her back and her bright pink eyes met deep green ones closely. “I take my job very seriously. But I wouldn’t dream of making you mad at me. But on the other hand, I admire strong women.”

She didn’t know why she didn’t smack him in the face. Usually every partner who has tried to flirt or mess with her learned the hard way that is a no no. Yet, even after moments of knowing him, there was something genuine about him that she couldn’t quite understand but became interested in.

“Glad to see we are on the same page Matt.”

“Of course Amanda.” Butch replied and held out his hand. “After you.”

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The trees nearby moved in the breeze without a care in the world. They had nothing to care for except for their leaves changing in the fall and losing them in the winter. But leaves always came back, they always blossomed and started a new life and were the same tree no matter how many times the seasons passed.

She wondered if those trees ever felt heartbreak or if it was easier to lose something when you know it will come back to you with time. She envied those trees. Envied the way that they can continue their lives just growing and flourishing and it felt like her leaves were turning to dust as she was being cut down.

From her purse she pulled out a thermos and two plastic cups. She nestled one into the ground as she poured the wine into the cup and then one into hers.

“I never cared for this brand of wine before I met you.” She smiled softly and took a sip. “Never cared for a lot of things. Yet this was your favorite and everytime we had a mission, I could always find you relaxing with a glass. I guess it became an acquired taste over time. You became my taste.”

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“Care for a glass?” He asked her as she sat in front of the fireplace.

Due to them working together for more than a year, the agency decided that personal rooms weren’t necessary and if anyone were to see them leave together and follow, it would fit with their stories.

Blossom looked up from the book she just pulled out. A dissatisfying glare focused on the bottle in his hand. “No thanks, that stuff is garbage.”

Butch, or well, Sebastian for the evening, scoffed. “Garbage?” He exclaimed dramatically. “This is some of the finest wine in the world.”

“I’ve had better.”

“It's from Italy!”

“I prefer local or even cheap box wine to that.” Blossom scanned her book.

Butch only huffed again but still proceeded to pour two glasses and joined her on the floor.

“I said I didn’t want any.”

“I think you just haven’t had it with the right company.” He smirked and offered her the glass.

She rolled her eyes and took the glass, her book forgotten now. Blossom brought the glass to her lips, took a sip and tried her best to hold back a grimace. “It's fine.”

He only shook his head and drank his own glass, the small smile on his lips never leaving. “Butch.”

She turned the glass in her hand then glanced at him. “What?”

“Butch. That's my name, my real name.”

Her heart started beating quicker. “Why are you telling me this? You shouldn’t be.”

It was a common understanding. You might know the face of your partner or colleagues but a name and identity was off the table. The only thing anyone needed to track down someone was a name. And the moment it's out there, you can start counting your days.

Butch shurgged and downed the rest of his wine. “Not sure. Never told anyone before. Well anyone who I didn't know beforehand. But there's something about you. I don’t think you fully trust me. I get it of course. I don’t trust people at all.”

“So why tell me?” She questioned.

His eyes met hers. Seriousness washed across his face and any hint of amusement was gone. “I have no one in my life who knows me as Butch anymore. Only myself and my thoughts. And after years in this shit business-you’re the only partner I’ve had that I trust with my life.”

Her fingers tighten around the stem of the glass. Her poor heart is beating much faster; she's sure he can hear it. She’s never had a partner like him. Never met a person who she blindly trusted like this.

“Blossom.” She blurts out. “My name is Blossom.”

And that smirk returns and his eyes soften. She's seen him kill a man before and yet he looks so incredibly soft and honest.

“That's a pretty unique name.”

“My father told me it was because of cherry blossom trees.” She smiles at the memory. She reaches and takes the brown contact from her eyes. Her main defying feature that no one but the higher ups knew about.

Her eyelashes flutter as she places them in the contacts case. She looks back at Butch and prepares for the intergation look.

It never comes.

Instead he's looking at her as if she's the most interesting thing in the world. Pastel pink eyes greet his own and he's taken back and tries to keep these emotions down.

“Its weird I know-

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.” He interrupts. “And I swear I’m not drunk.

That flicker resurfaced. The match struck the box but the flame was held much longer this time. Her reaction surprised the both of them as she laughed and her smile reached her eyes, something they haven’t done naturally in years.

She controlled her laugh and hummed bringing the glass to her lips and taking another sip. It wasn’t as bad as the first. “And you are very-”

“Charming? Irresistible?”

“Interesting.” She finished.

The bottle poured more wine into his glass and he tapped it to hers. “I’ll take it for now.” He winked.

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Her glass is empty now. She pours the glass for him into the soil, hoping to give him one last taste of what he loved.

“Over the years I forgot myself, you have to.” Blossom tells him. “I forgot my passions and hobbies. The simple pleasures of life were taken from me when I joined this path.”

The books on her shelf at home had collected dust over the years. The pages stuck as the days passed but only recently did she find herself opening them, even to just a random page and basking in the tiny shred of warmth it gave her.

“I felt those pleasures rise with you. Even buying a simple candle because you said you liked the scent brought me a joy I hadn’t noticed was missing. I was missing everything in life because I didn’t have a light to guide me.”

She bites her lips hoping to stop another sob. How many tears can a person shed in a short amount of time? When do they stop and allow the body to rest?

“That first time you kissed me.” Her voice cracks. “That's when I started believing that life could be more than what we were conditioned to do.”

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Her feet ached. Her heels were in her hands and she was tired from another successful work day. After six months of locating and sniffing out an underground drug market, they finally caught the group of men.

She glanced at her shoes and dress, irritated that the blood ruined another perfectly good outfit. She wanted to just get into her room, take a bath and pass out on her bed and to not be distrubed for at least seventy two hours.

She got to her hotel door and started to search for her key.

“Oh shit.” She grumbled. Her purse was nowhere in sight.

“Here.”

Blossom turned to see Butch holding the desginer bag.

A sigh of relief left her lips as she took it and fished out the key card. He leaned against the wall, clearly tired and wanting to rest like her. Two years they had been partners. The longest partnership she’s had and she wasn’t complaining. Usually they shared a room on missions but they had separate rooms this time.

“Tired?” She glanced at him.

“No, I'm fully awake.” He said sarcastically. “I feel like I got hit by a freight train.”

“I’m sure those guys thought they did too when you punched them.” Her door clicked open but she didn’t move.

“Oh please, you did most of the heavy lifting. I mean who takes down a giant dude with a high kick in heels.” He was practically beaming with pride from the memory. “Badass stuff Bloss.”

She was sure there was a blush on her cheeks. Shaking those thoughts from her head she smiled and opened the door. “Goodnight Butch.”

“Night.”

…

“Isn’t this the part where you walk into your room?” He raises a bow that is answering the silent question she asked.

She straightens her back. “Shouldn’t you be walking to yours?”

He moves closer to her. Brushing the hair on her shoulders off and there's a buzz throughout her as his fingers graze her shoulders.

He's closer now. Their lips only inches apart and although her body is killing her and aching, she can’t help but let her mind wander.

“I prefer the view right here.” He says in almost a whisper that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand. “And possibly even the taste.”

His lips press against hers. They have kissed many times in front of people on missions but it's never been like this. Never a sign that everything she had been feeling, wanting could be hers for the taking.

It's not fast and heated. It's slow as if he's testing out the waters that he can glady swim in. It's a sign that they know they shouldn’t be doing this but for once, she's playing by a different set of rules.

They break apart. The kiss wasn’t very long but the sparks linger and scorch through her body. She's afraid to look at him now. Afraid that rejection and everything she had told herself not to want, can’t be hers. The ground should just swallow her whole now.

She feels a hand softly touch her cheek and she looks up at him. This look on his face, she can't describe it. She can see the gears turning in his head, wondering if this was a mistake just as she thought.

But rejection never comes. He doesn’t pull or push away.

Instead his lips turn slightly up. “I know we fight for the greater good, but I’m starting to think I have a different purpose.”

“What?” She questions.

“You.”

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She could have sworn it's only been a few minutes but the sky’s blue had morphed into a dusty pink. A wonderful sunset that she is surprised she can still find beauty in. She knows she’ll have to leave soon. She is afraid that when she does, she might not come back.

One of the final happy moments with him was weeks before his death. Five years they had known each other and it was all washed down the drain.

Her head turns towards the sky as she basks in the sunset. “I hope that wherever you are there are still skies like these.”

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Sunsets in Hawaii were much better in person than any photo could capture.

“Another successful mission.” Blossom giggles as she takes a sip of her mai tai. Her feet are swaying above the water and the breeze flows through her hair. She hasn’t remembered being this peaceful but she could get used to it.

“Yeah.” Butch says as he downs his drink.

Five years she's known him. Every action and mannerism he's done is burned in her memory. It's the most priceless information she has, the most important because it's all hers.

He seems calm, she admits. But something is on his mind. He's not thriving in the glory of another mission or running around crazy and jumping into the ocean like the days before. He seems to be in deep thought. Something she's not quite sure she likes.

The horizon catches her eyes. “The sky is pretty.” She adds.

“Runaway with me.”

The movement of the waves stops. The breeze halts and her eyes widen.

“What?” She turns towards him. “Runaway?”

He nods. “Runaway from this place and all its madness. We could get married, travel the world, anything you want.” He took her hand. “I don’t care where we go. I just want to be with you.”

“With me?” She's practically speechless.

Butch cracks a smile. “Only you. Imagine this.” He scoots closer to her and wraps his arm around her shoulder. “A house on private property, hell maybe even a beachfront. You have your own little library and I’ll even get you a nice espresso machine. A garden with all the flowers you could imagine and even a baby grand piano since I know how much you love to play.”

The images flood her mind. “That sounds lovely.”

“And you wanna know the best part?” He asks.

She nods her head. “Tell me.”

“I would get to wake up each morning with you in my arms.” He smirks and kisses her softly.

“That would be the best part.” She hums against his lips. Her stomach then drops. “But we can’t.”

“Three good reasons.”

She tried to think. How could she leave the agency she's been in since she was a kid? How could she throw everything away? These feelings she had were all muddled into a mess that she didn’t know how to get out of. That vision he told her sounded like a dream.

That's what this was. A dream. Something she wasn’t allowed to have. But she wanted it.

Butch sighed. “I guess it's easier for me cause I’m selfish.” He smiled softly at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Whatever choice you make, as long as I can still be by your side, is fine by me.”

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Blossom looks at the notes in her hands then back to the stone.

“I’m sorry Butch.” She cries and crumples them. Tears overwhelm her once again but she doesn’t wipe them or try to stop it. She is a dam that's been holding it all for too long. Holding her emotions for years and she was tired.

“Everyone told me to come here to get closure, but I don't want that. I want to feel the emptiness and shallowness. I want to cry myself to sleep and wish I could hold you again. It's torturous and cruel to think like that but it means that it was real. And that it was mine. This-” She beats her fingers against her chest, against her heart. “This is yours.”

“I am sorry Butch. I vowed to never let my heart act over my head. And that is something I regret deeply. You were right. You always have been. You wanted me without hesitation and I’m sorry I was guarded. But I swear when I was with you I wasn’t.”

The laughter and joy he brought her. She felt like she was breathing for the first time around him and even in the most serious situations there was still an element of peace.

“I had hoped that I would never have to say this. Never had to face this reality because it's too painful. I tried to deny it all, even though I watched it happen. Maybe if I had never let myself be charmed by you, I could avoid all these feelings but we both know that you were just so-’ She bites a laugh. “Irresistible.”

Her voice got louder as her sobs grew. “Every single moment was worth it. Your eyes and your smile. The way you knew what I was thinking even though no one else could ever know. I treated it like our job but the truth is, I wanted you to figure me out so I could finally tell myself it's okay to be happy. That's what you were Butch. My happiness.”

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This can’t be happening, she thought. Never in her entire career had she been kidnapped and captured. She was careful and guarded but they got the best of them this time.

The gag in her mouth was doing its job and her wrists were bound behind her back. The cold chill ran up her spine as she watched the men drag him in front of her. He was a few feet away and his face was covered in blood and bruises.

“Only one of you makes it out alive.” The man said.

She tried to pull against the restraints but felt the cool metal touch the back of her head.

“No moving sweetheart.” She heard behind her.

She watched as they removed Butch’s gag and he choked on the air before his hair was pulled and he was forced to look at her.

Those dark green eyes met with frightened brown but he knew that below the color was a brilliance of magenta that he adored.

He should be scared and terrified. And he was. But looking at her even in this state, he felt a sense of happiness wash over him. Everything he never thought he could have was right there in front of him.

Tears fell from her eyes as she watched the man stab him in the stomach. The knife plunged into his flesh and Butch let out a horrifc cry as she screamed into the gag.

“Dying words buddy?” The man laughed as he pulled out a gun and held it up to head.

Even through the pain shooting through his body, he looked at her with tears in his eyes.

His lips turned into a smile, even with blood coating his teeth. “Blossom-” He coughed.

No.

Please No!

She wanted to scream and tell him that she takes it all back. She wanted her dress and the ring. She wanted their own house and a piano where she could play for him.

Everything. She wanted everything.

She wanted him.

“I love you.” He says.

BAM!

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Her breath catches in her throat as she sees it. The blood and the life leaving his eyes. It replays and she tries to stop the memory.

“Could you ever forgive me?” She sobs. “Forgive me for not telling you?”

Her hand presses against the gravestone. She's not sure what she's hoping for but it's cold.

“You said it moments before your death and I couldn’t even let you die with that. Yet through that you smiled at me. You fucking smiled as death was taking you faster than I could realize because you knew. I couldn’t say it. No matter how much I wanted to tell you, I was afraid that the moment I did, this would happen. I wasn’t prepared to lose you. I wasn’t ready to face a life where I would spend every waking moment wondering if waking up next to you was truly real or a dream.”

Anger rises in her. Anger at the world and the men who killed him. Angry at the agency who turned the other eye when he died. There was nothing for her there anymore. She realized it way too late that she was robbed of everything from this life. Robbed of having him because she was afraid.

“I don't get it. How did you make me want that so bad? How you took my heart and made it beat faster than ever before. You told me to be selfish so here it is. I want you. I want you back and alive so that I can go and buy that white dress. I want everything you said.”

The anger bubbling shifts. It lingers but she takes a deep breath. It won’t help her to be angry or to bring him back. That sorrow takes its hold over her again. It's sad but calming as she tries to reason with herself that he is gone. She knows closure won’t come but she's okay with that.

“But that's not the reality anymore. I can’t change the past but I won’t change the future either. I am deeply and madly in love with you Butch. You gave me a glimpse of what a normal and fulfilling life could be and I thank you for that. Thank you for giving me slices of happiness and making me feel like I was worth loving.”

She reaches into her purse one last time and pulls out a letter and a box. “I resigned and I bought myself a ring.” She opens it and slips on the silver band with a small opal. “It's silly I know, not even a wedding ring. I hope you don’t mind. I stole one of the gems from your watch to make it.” She cries.

“They took all your stuff you know.” Her hands quiver as she stares at her ring. “They took every part of you like it was nothing, like you didn’t exist at all. The watch was all I could get.”

The sun is now setting and the breeze picks up. She's not cold anymore, and can't feel anything.

“They’ll kill me, I'm sure of it. That's what happens when you leave. And when they do, I better see you on the other side. A place where we can watch the sunset and have our little home. A place where this emptiness inside me can be whole again. I just want a place where I can love you.”

The glasses and letters go back into her purse. The flowers lay with her ribbon at the base as she stands and dusts off her dress.

She finally wipes her tears and forces a wonderful soft smile. “You were the most charming and wonderful man I have ever had the honor of working with. But most importantly, you were proof that dreams could come true.”

She touches the stone one last time. Feels the coolness but it's not as frightening. She's not afraid anymore. Blossom takes a step back and her eyes dance over his name one last time. She slips on her heels and grabs her purse.

“Goodbye my love.” She says and makes her way across the grass to the black gate.

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I hope you enjoyed!

#blossutch #blossom x butch #ppg fic #angst #blossutch fic #thewritingstar

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sinkix · 4 years

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♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

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Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it.

Speaking of which, pillow fights.

so many.

Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.”

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical.

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc.

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services.

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

#hq #haikyuu #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #kuroo tetsurō #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani

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masked-buffoon · 3 years

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Chapter 10: Truth and illusions (Part 6)

Warnings: mention of traumatic events

Author notes: here is the last part for that chapter. I hope you liked it...! As always, don’t hesitate to comment and reblog...! And I’ll see you in the next chapter, where the case will continue! (Do I like cliffhangers? Surely I do...)

The blond man arrived shortly after the doctor's departure and, already, I could feel the atmosphere change. The investigation would be directed by him, despite the case being mine, and would be led according to his methods, which I feared would be too righteous. I decided to report to him nonetheless.

"A mentalist…?" He sounded shocked.

"Why, it's either that or this woman truly is a robot." I shrugged "What does your ideal notebook say?"

"Neither should be possible." He declared, simply.

I rolled my eyes and took a paper on the table of the dining room, where I had installed a computer and diverse tools to work.

"Here is the list of every person in Yokohama able to put someone under hypnosis."

"There are three of them… And only one is legal. Is that a joke, Ogawa…?"

"Quiet…! My name here is Fuyuno Kasumi…" I whispered.

"What on earth…" He grumbled "As you wish, but I will question you about that."

"Sure thing." I sighed "Can we go back to the case, now?"

"Then tell me about this list."

"It's not complicated. Mentalism, in particular hypnotism, isn't an easy skill to learn, in the first place, so the number of people using it is very low." I explained.

"Why are most of them criminals…?!"

"Mmh… Except for the purpose of amusing people, what do you think of such a technique? Yeah, exactly that." I answered in his stead as I saw his puzzled face "Committing a crime is so easy when you can manipulate the witnesses or even your target. Suppose you want to rob a house —"

"Alright, alright, no need for details." He cut me "You should stay here while I go and find these mentalists or whatever, then."

"Oh, I don't think so."

Kunikida glared at me and closed his notebook swiftly.

"Why is that?"

"First of all, this is my case, and —"

"Your case? That's not your case but the Agency's! Keep thinking so individually and you'll never be part of us…!"

Then, as though he had realised something, he stopped talking a minute, blankly staring at me. After being yelled at so vehemently, I did not dare say a thing anymore and patiently waited for him to go on.

"What's the other reason?"

"Well…" I hesitated.

"Goddammit, that woman really is a pain…"

I was anxious. In fact, I was completely lost and a strange ball of tears had formed in my throat. I fought to contain them. Why was it that I kept messing up…? With Yosano-sensei, with Kunikida…

"Hypnotism doesn't work on me…" I said in a breath.

"What? Speak louder…! You who's usually so confident, how is it I can't hear you anymore...?!"

"Why is it that she's so useless, all of a sudden…?!"

My legs gave up on me and I crouched down, shamefully holding my hands above my mouth to repress a sob, but my tears betrayed my true feelings. I who had strived not to cry again… Why was it I could never hold it back?

"Ogawa…? Wait, what —"

I gasped when he touched my wrist and covered my head with my arms, backing away from him as much as I could.

"I'm sorry…! I'm sorry…!" I cried "Please don't hit me… I'm sorry…! I won't be useless anymore… So… Please…"

"What the heck is she doing…?!"

"Stop that…!" He demanded "I didn't do a thing, so stop crying!"

He was suddenly pushed away and replaced by another person, whose touch immediately dissipated the aggressive thoughts coming to my mind. Instead, they were replaced by my own, which looped around my brain, repeating "incompetent" again and again. It did not calm me down, but at least, I had retrieved some of my sanity. Hearing myself again… It was helpful, after all. I wrapped my arms around the one who had saved me, recognising his warmth and thanking him silently for coming. After that terrible day, he was everything I needed to overcome the everlasting pain in my chest.

"Dazai…" I hiccupped "I… I screwed up…"

"Not yet, Ogawa…" He spoke, softly "Not yet…"

"With the detectives… I angered sensei and Kunikida…"

"Everyone makes mistakes…"

"... I am a hateful person…"

"Who said that?"

I pointed at myself.

"I can feel it… In here… I am not someone good… I can't do it, after all… Being part of the Agency… I'm not fit for the job after all…"

"Ogawa…" He sighed, grabbing my shoulders to force me to look at him "Stop, now. The director gave you a chance because he believes in you. That's why, don't you dare pity yourself and, instead, stand up to face the trials. You can do that much, can't you?"

His fingers felt rough on my body and I whispered slightly. He was scolding me, too, and I knew that, had we not gone through specific stages of relationship, he would have slapped me. I took a moment to breath and wiped my tears away. He was right after all, crying would not solve a thing, nor would it fix the situation. I grabbed the hand he held out to me and stood up to brush the dust away from my clothes, then faced the blond detective.

"As I was saying earlier…" I cleared my throat "Hypnotism doesn't work on me. My ability allows me to know beforehand about my interlocutor's motives, after all."

"What the hell was that…" Kunikida groaned, massaging his temples "And what are you even doing here, Dazai…?!"

"I figured Ogawa would need some help with you~" He hummed "Besides, her name is Fuyuno Kasumi here, don't forget that…~"

"As long as it doesn't hinder the mission."

"It won't, I promise." I assured "Anyway, as I said —"

"Yes, I know, you're immune to hypnosis or whatever… Even so, I can't let you go alone, and you perfectly know why."

"It is true that I do seem mentally unstable to you…" I thought out loud, a hand under my chin "Moreover, you don't trust me…"

"That's not it…!" He protested "That's your first time working for us, have you already forgotten…?!"

I chuckled.

"Obviously, I was just messing with you. Although the part about trusting me was not a wrong guess from my part." I grinned "However, if you go, we'll never find Sakunosuke-kun."

"Hoh? Why is that?" He glared at me.

"Because~" Dazai answered for me "You'd be easily manipulated~"

"Me?? Never…!" He scoffed.

"Kunikida…" I held back a snicker "Just yesterday, I used you to go back to the Agency…"

"I did see through your intention…"

"And I convinced you to write something about wrinkles in your notebook when you arrested me, the first day we met… To better knock you out with a chair." I reminded him.

"You did that…?" Dazai's eyes widened "That's my friend…! Just before meeting you again, I did the same…! But it was about heart disease…~"

"Alright, you win!" He conceded "You'll go, and I'll come with you. Dazai you stay here to watch over Yumiko-san and Kitaro-kun while we investigate with… Fuyuno."

"Sure thing. Have fun the two of you~ And, mostly, don't traumatise her, Kunikida-kun~ She's a sensitive woman, as you witnessed~"

"Stop mocking me." I glanced at my friend playfully as we left "Let's go, Kunikida…! We'll start with the legal one, an illusionist named Cosmo… Cosmo the Wonderful. "

"Don't order me around…!" He protested "But, sure… That's better, to start…

"Don't tell me… You're afraid of being used…!" I guessed.

"Absolutely not…! Mind your own business…!"

"Eh… The mighty Kunikida is scared of illusionists… That's because you don't understand their tricks, but once you know how they work, it's fine." I told him.

"I'm not scared…!"

"Want me to explain how they do the box trick on the way? You know, the one where they cut —"

"Aaah stop that!! You're unbearable…!"

"... A person. In fact, they don't really cut their assistant. It's an illusion created by mirrors…"

"It's going to be a very long drive…"

#bsd #bsd oc #bsd fanfic #bsd dazai #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs oc #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida

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braindeadskeletons · 4 years

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I wanted to apply for a matchup (I hope I’m doing this right) I’m a demisexual pansexual and way too awkward. I’m usually pretty quiet unless I’m close to you. A lot of people have told me I have rbf but I’m pretty chill, I guess I just look angry? I struggle with sensory issues and disassociation, which has caused strain on past relationships. I make an effort to always be kind to people even on my bad days (I think I have to take up another ask I’m sorry I don’t want to spam you) (1/2)

Because you never know what others are going through. I’m also not quick to judge someone, we all have our faults. I love cuddles, music, drawing, anything soft and fluffy, cartoons and action movies, and jokes. I’m also really into nail art and will spend hours each week doing little designs and stuff on my nails. I usually love to have some company while I do it but it can also be a “I need to be alone” thing. I hope this was enough info, I just found your blog and I already love it (2/2)

Hello, I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog! Don’t worry about spamming me at all the more information the merrier! The first thing I immediately thought while reading this was just ‘you literally sound like such a sweetheart of my god.’ So know that I would literally die for you lmao. When I was matching you up I first considered going with Underfell Papyrus but something stopped me from it. Reading how you mentioned that you always make an effort to be kind to people, how you try not to judge others, how you love soft and fluffy things, etc I thought of another certain skeleton who could really use someone like you.

I match you with Underfell Sans!

To be completely honest why I didn’t go for Underfell Papyrus was because compared to his brother, Sans is the one who I feel like has a huge soft spot for people like you. He doesn’t look like it on the outside (for obvious reasons) so when it comes to the rbf™ you both have a common ground right off the bat. Monsters and humans both see you two in public and assume that you both have got to be a match made in hell but in reality? You both are absolutely smitten with one another and neither of you could be happier.

When you two first met Sans was a little cautious of you because he thought that you were going to be just like everybody else. People stray away from talking to him because of his appearance and attitude. Additionally, the fact that his brother is Captain of the Royal Guard isn’t helping his case. When he strikes up a conversation with you he’s pleasantly surprised with how you didn’t automatically assume the worst of him. Most humans are quick to start shaking and freaking out but here you are talking to him calmly. Sans hasn’t met someone like that in a long time. He’s mentally slapping himself in the face for assuming that you were like everyone else since he just did what others do to him on a daily basis. After that, he’s automatically interested in you as a person and wants to know more. He wants to prove to you that you won't regret giving him a chance. Also, he’s slightly attached already because he does that pretty quickly but you don’t need to know that.

At the start of your relationship, it might be a bit of a rocky road. Sans is still in denial that you told him you liked him back and want to actually be with him. Someone like you? Someone so perfect? You actually like him?? Sans isn’t that lucky of a person. It would take some reassurance but once he’s sure that you’re in it for the long haul he won’t leave your side. This might actually prove to be an issue since there are times where you’d like to be alone. Sans really wants to protect you and make sure that you’re alright. People are cruel sweetheart, he doesn’t want people to take advantage of your kindness. Not every monster is going to actually end up being a good person on the inside if you just look a little deeper. In his eyes, you’re very lucky that the monster you calmly spoke to was him. Anyone else would see you as free exp. You’ll need to show him that you can handle yourself just fine and he’ll back off. Sans knows he needs to respect your boundaries. He’ll be there whenever you need his support and ask for it, which brings us to your sensory issues and disassociation. This won’t cause any strain between the two of you because the moment he hears of this he’s automatically doing large amounts of research in order to help. Do you need anything? What can he do to help you? Tell him and he’s on it no questions asked. Sans is the ride or die kind of monster and that chance you gave him means the world to him. He isn’t going to be pushed away from this relationship over something you can’t help.

One thing that he really appreciates about you is how even on your worst days you try to be kind. It’s something he really admires since he struggles with that himself. The majority of the relationship with his brother underground was Papyrus scolding him and Sans spiraling into self-destructive (or just plain destructive) behavior instead of confronting his bro. It’s not that he doesn’t love his brother, but biting your tongue all the time takes a toll on anybody. As I said before, he wants to show you that you won’t regret giving him a chance or loving him. You’re going to motivate him to improve a lot of things about himself and that includes his issues with being kind. Sans will put a lot of effort for you to be better. Sometimes this habit might go a little too far so just remind him occasionally that you love him for him. He doesn’t need to completely change himself to suit you and he’s perfect the way he is.

When it comes to physical affection you will need to ease him into it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be touched by you, hell he’s somewhat of a pervert let’s be real here it’s just that underground anyone besides his bro touching him was a one-way ticket to being dusted. Old habits die hard. It’ll take some work but once he’s settled into your touch it’s all he wants. There will not be a time when you’re both alone and not holding each other in some way. The poor skeleton is really touch starved please love him and be gentle he trusts you so much. Or be rough if you’d like. He’s into that too.

Whenever he sees you fawning over something soft and fluffy a little part of him dies every time in an internal conflict. Half of him doesn’t understand the hype and the other half of him can’t understand who the hell gave you permission to be that damn cute. Whoever sent you his direction is making him look like a damn softie but when he sees you so happy he finds himself suddenly not caring. If anyone comments on it he’ll curse them out:

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[somewhere in a store full of stuffed animals or something idk lol whatever you like]

You: Sans look! This one is so cute oh my god I need this one look at her

Sans: then we’ll get you that one kitten

Monsters, snickering:

Sans:

Sans, eye glowing: ya’ got something to s a y?

Monsters:

Sans:

Sans: mhm

You, oblivious: :)

Sans: :)

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When you’re in your own little world doing your nail art Sans won’t be far away. He doesn’t really understand the need to do your nails but to each their ow-

holy fuck that’s cute are those hearts sweetheart what the fuck h o w

Though he doesn’t really get why you paint on your nails it’s something he respects. You need a lot of concentration and coordination to properly paint your nails and make it look good. It’s not like he could do it himself. Hell, if ever ask to do Sans’ nails or at least paint the area where they should’ve been he won’t say no if you throw him the puppy eyes. It’ll need to be something black though. You can only convince him to do so much. If you throw in some flames or something on the design he’ll warm up to it considerably. Watch him go out and yell at someone or some object for nearly fucking up your art:

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Sans, trips:

Sans:

Sans: FUCK

Sans: MY N A I L S

You: Sans, it’s okay I can just-

Sans: I LIKED THIS DESIGN

Sans: YOU PUT IN SO MUCH DAMN EFFORT AND-

You: you don’t even have nails sans please-

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Sans is up for anything that you’re into doing! Try introducing him to some of your music (even if it’s kinda soft) or showing him your art. Chances are that any of the music you show him even if it normally wouldn’t suit him he’ll love just because it reminds him of you. Naturally, he’ll hype the fuck out of anything you draw. Telling his bro how great of an artist you are, telling the few of his trusted friends about it, keeping something you draw for him in his jacket, etc. His mission is to make you happy and for you to feel safe with him, which includes jokes! He’ll throw them at you all the time and even toss you some innuendos. It honestly makes his day when he sees you blush or laugh at his own jokes. Too bad he can’t take what he dishes out because if you decide to throw some at him it’ll catch him off guard. He’ll jump back but his pause between is very obvious.

For your dates and downtime together it’s either Grillbys or a night in for both of you watching any movie that you want. Sans himself loves action/comedy movies so picking a movie between the two of you to enjoy shouldn’t be an issue. If you try to switch things up a bit and show him cartoons instead he’ll give them a shot. Just for you of course. Totally not because he likes cartoons himself or cried over the Steven Universe ending. Nope. It’s not that at all.

#i can not say this enough #i l o v e doing matchups #it's my favorite thing so please don't be shy if you ever want one #thank you so much for sending this in!#Underfell Sans #matchup #undertale matchup #Underfell Sans x reader #y/n #x reader #reader

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Here’s the update I promised! Thanks again for asking Anon! All you waiting for Kagome to be a badass, your time has come! It's going to be a little bit before I update this one again. I have a lot going on right now as far as writing. Things I promised to finish with their due dates coming up. Which means a pause on this fic but new fics to be posted soon. I'll pick this one back up mid-October so expected an update probably November 1st.

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Chapter Fourteen

The guards flanking Naraku took off his last chain and stepped back. Kagome stepped back too, moving down the line of her friends until she stood between Miroku and Hiten. Free, Naraku began stretching, his bones popping as he got himself loose.

“Light and dark. I have to say I’ve been curious about this since your arrival, Doctor. Who will win out in the end?”

Onigumo was about to wet himself with excitement while she was close to vomiting. “I’m not going to fight him, are you mad?!”

“I hoped you’d say that.”

Already freezing, stuck outside without a coat again, her fear made her feel hot instead. Onigumo tapped his finger to his chin, looking over her friends and mouthing the words to ‘Eenie Meenie’. “This one.”

Watching on in shock, Kagome did nothing as they ‘helped’ Hiten to his feet and pushed him towards Naraku. “Here you go, eat up.”

“What?!” She screeched.

“If you won’t fight then I’ll just feed Naraku here all your friends.”

“NO!”

Her tears felt as though they froze on her cheeks, rushing towards Onigumo. His guards stepped to his aide, standing between her and him.

Miroku shoved her back with his shoulder to her thighs. “Kagome, remember what I told you? Don’t show yourself!”

“It’s too late, he knows…”

“But not all you can do!” He hissed.

Stepping back, she looked at Hiten. Nothing but resolve was on his face. “It’s okay, Doctor. Don’t give these bastards what they want.”

Naraku’s hand grabbed Hiten’s neck, using the other hand to rip the necklace she gave him off first, then his nails dug in. Hiten’s eyes rolled back into the back of his head and the color of his skin went from pale to ashen. She watched, unable to look away as his aura was taken away. Pretty color sucked into the darkness and snuffed out.

His body fell to its knees and she followed, not taking her eyes off of Hiten’s face. Naraku dropped the hollow shell and it shattered to dust at his feet. Mixing in with the snow, it turned it all to an ugly gray.

She didn’t even realize she was screaming until she cracked, her voice breaking with a sob. Her hands and knees were in the wet sludge, adding her tears to the moisture that was the melted snow when she heard laughing.

It broke through the thick silence that had settled over all of them. Slowly, she pulled her eyes from the frozen ground to glare up at Naraku. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do that with the runes. Good to know.”

“You fools. Now he’ll kill us all!” Sesshomaru shouted like it was a fact.

“He’s not going to kill me. I’m the one that kept him fed.”

Onigumo was gloating. And also picking another victim. With her still on the ground, she made no indication of fighting. Hiten had told her not to, Miroku had warned her, and Inuyasha was quietly begging her at a tenor she was sure only she could hear somehow.

She looked at Kanna and Shippo, both wide-eyed and terrified. Kanna met her eyes and shook her head. Kagome wasn’t sure what Kanna meant; did she mean don’t save them or don’t let her die?

Then she looked at Maten. His aura was flashing with his rage and sorrow. Unable to do anything, he never looked so broken.

A scream broke her from her own self-loathing. Two hollow men were pulling Kagura to her feet.

“No.” It came out as a whisper but she was sure everyone there heard her.

Onigumo grinned wide and pointed at the pregnant demon. “This is the one you wanted released, isn’t it?”

It was all a sick joke to him. Sesshomaru was trying to tear through his cuffs. “Naraku, you son got a bitch, don’t you touch her!”

Naraku was stoic, looking over the woman that was being brought to him and seriously considering Sesshomaru’s words. “We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?” He was talking to Sess. “But it’s two meals for the price of one. And one is a dog demon.”

Naraku was going to swallow Kagura and the baby whole.

“No!”

She slapped her hands to the ground and flew up to her feet, energy bursting from her from somewhere deep inside. Somewhere where her fear was lodged as well as her body was taken over by something else inside her.

Kagura was passed to Naraku and his eyes were on her. Kagome had the drop on him, surprising everyone out on the field with her speed. Including herself.

A hand on Kagura’s back, she shoved her out of Naraku’s hold and twisted, her elbow going up and over her shoulder. The result was Kagura on her knees, a short distance away, and Kagome’s elbow in Naraku’s nose.

It wouldn’t kill, but it would hurt long enough to do what she needed.

The same hand she used to push Kagura to safety now burst with light. Purple and in a shape, it was like a bubble, floating a little until it stuck to the ground surrounding Kagura’s defenseless body.

“Kagome!!!” Kagura screamed, her voice a little warped from inside the bubble.

Kagura was safe but now she was dangerously close to Naraku, who took hold of her arm and used it to toss her across the yard like a rag doll. She rolled for a while, using her hands and knees in the dirt to stop herself before she collided with the wall.

Ripped and dirtied, she slowly pushed up off the ground, doing a sad push up that only got her face out of the mud.

Now she was right before Inuyasha. He was staring, slack-jawed at her. Then at Naraku, his eyes glowing red while he growled. Everyone was looking at the bubble, pretty lilac that shimmered in the fluorescent lighting. She bit her lip when Naraku approached it only to giggle when he touched it and got sent back a few inches.

“You bitch!” Naraku growled.

Now she was laughing outright, barely containing herself while Naraku slowly smoked from her energy frying him. “Please, by all means, take a step inside the bubble!”

“Is that it?” Her neck screamed in pain but she still turned it to Onigumo who was examining the bubble now, “Defensive tricks? Don’t you have any offense?”

Pushing to her knees, back on them again with the others, she spat out the blood in her mouth in his general direction. “I don’t fight.”

“That’s no fun,” Onigumo clucked his tongue, “we need a strong Miko, not just another run of the mill healer.”

Every molecule in her body screeched to a painful stop. “You’ve…. you’ve used other Mikos?!” A grin spread on his face and her skin crawled. “You’re a monster!”

“No, that’s the monster,” he pointed to Naraku who was glaring at her hard, “and you interrupted his dinner.”

It was slow but Naraku was gunning for her, moving fast but not too fast so she couldn’t see him. He wanted her fear to be spiked.

White and red flashed before her, making it impossible for her brain to keep up. Even more so when gold was blocking her vision. There was red in them, like paint dripping towards his pupils. “Kagome, get up.”

Inuyasha was kneeling before her, blood seeping from his shoulder. Pulling away from his magnetic hold, she found Naraku, slowly pulling himself out of the wall. It was a deep Naraku-shaped crevice and Inuyasha had put him in it.

“Get up!”

She didn’t understand, reaching out and touching his face instead. What was Inuyasha doing before her?

The guards grabbed him a second later, pulling him to his feet and dragging him back to his ‘spot’. Naraku was making his way over to her again, walking this time.

“Kagome, get up!!!” This time, Miroku was screaming at her.

Tilting forward, she got up just as Naraku wrapped his hand around her throat. “Some Miko you are. Can’t even save yourself or a couple of lower demons.”

“Lower?” She spat. “Look who’s talking. You have to suck up those lower demons just to exist!”

He was squeezing now, cutting off her air and it felt like her head was going to pop. With her hands on the wrist of the hand that held her, she shot a jolt of energy into him, surprising herself again. Naraku squealed and tossed her, rolling again after flying through the air for a few seconds.

This time, the knees and thighs of her friends stopped her. They all begged her to get up, tears in the children’s eyes. Getting to her feet didn’t last long though, Naraku backhanded her and took her off them again.

Her ears were ringing and tears blurred her vision, which also spun. It was a concussion most likely but it didn’t matter cause now Naraku looked over her defenseless friends. “The Hanyou disgusts me. As does the cursed human. A mirror might be tasty though.”

Kanna whimpered and then kicked her little legs at Naraku, trying to break his hold on her as he lifted her off the ground. Onigumo and his guards stood back, not doing a damn thing more than shift their weight and keep their guns at the ready.

Kagome felt eyes on her; her attention pulled right to Inuyasha and his face. His red eyes used to scare her, a sign that she was in trouble. But it was never her in trouble with him, it was him upset with worry and pissed he had to save her ass. Now, his red was coupled with purple, bright marks under his eyes that made him look just like his brother.

“Go.” He was whispering but she still heard him. And it looked like no one else did just like earlier. “Go, get out of here.” She shook her head. Partly because she didn’t understand but mostly because she couldn’t leave. “The runes aren’t designed for you, you can walk out of here. Do it now while they’re distracted.”

“I can’t do that! I can’t leave you here, they’ll kill you!” The lopsided grin he wore didn’t make her believe any different, they would all be killed if she left them.

“We’re all dead anyway.” His eyes danced up and behind her and she looked past the lights for the first time. Finding nothing but more guns.

They were going to gun them all down.

Onigumo was going to have his fun, force her to show her gifts, then kill all her friends anyway. Knocking Naraku out would be the cherry on top if these guns could kill him. He feared them but she wasn’t so sure they could kill him. Or that anything could.

She was angry. Angry at the world for locking her in here, for locking all these innocent people up and throwing away the key. Pissed that people like Onigumo and Shikon were profiting off it, enjoying themselves, a bunch of sadists. Terrified for her dear friends, all of them shaking with rage and fear.

But she was mostly raging because Kanna was still kicking for freedom while Naraku planned to drain her clean.

Falling to the ground hard, Naraku screamed as he gripped his shoulder instead. Kagome’s hands were in the air near her chest without fully knowing what she was doing. The part of herself that understood and was rational had shut off and now she was nothing more than an angry Miko set on purifying.

The purple disappeared before she really got a good look at it, but she was already stretching her arms apart again, pulling back on her bow made of light, another arrow of the same energy at the ready.

“Shit!”

Naraku ran, rolling to the ground while she let her arrow fly. Again and again, she pulled back and sunk an arrow into another evil creature. Guards mostly as Naraku continued to dodge and Onigumo used his men as a shield. When she couldn’t get the ones she wanted, she tilted back and let more arrows zip through the darkness. They lit their own paths, finding and sticking into the chests and shoulders of the guards above. The ones with all the guns pointed on all her loved ones below.

When she pulled her aim back down, Naraku was inches from her. So she put the tip right in his face, watching as it glowed on his pasty skin. “That’s a cute trick.”

“Is that why you’re shaking?”

He was shaking. Either with anger or fear but she didn’t kid herself, Naraku was too cocky to fear her. “Nothing you do will save you or your friends. You’re all going to die, one way or another.”

Arms still chained wrapped around Naraku’s neck from behind, red was all she could see. “Get the fuck out of here!!!”

Inuyasha had somehow gotten his cuffed hands in front of him and away from the guards. But since most of them were motionless on the ground the only ones remaining were surrounding Onigumo.

With his shoulder not quite right, Kagome figured it out quickly. Inuyasha had pulled his arm out of its socket, wrenched his arms around over his head, and rushed to her aid.

“Are you listening to me? Leave, Kagome!”

Leave? No, she couldn’t do that. Not without the others. And never without Inuyasha.

He was still holding Naraku off her, the two almost evenly matched with the runes in place. The runes that kept all of them trapped here. Runes that now flowed beneath the stone walls around them.

Holding the bow and arrow in both hands, she ‘snapped’ them in half. The result was a wave of purple washing out over the yard. Anyone still standing hit the ground and didn’t get back up. Everyone kneeling was untouched by the light, leaving Inuyasha which she hadn’t considered until too late. It had her heart racing with unimagined fear until she saw Inuyasha pushing Naraku’s weight off him.

And then stopping when he stood before her, human.

“He ain’t dead, just knocked out for who knows how long.” He was stroking her cheeks, looking her face over with black irises and growling at the bruise she surely had on her jaw. “Kagome, can you hear me?”

She could but it was like her mouth refused to answer him, too focused on her mission. Which wasn’t over yet.

Inuyasha tried to stop what she was doing, putting a hand up in the air even after he trapped her in his hold. Cuffed wrists on the back of her ribs, he pulled her hard into him and she twisted her fingers into a fist. Cinder block bursts and dust rained down, the runes ripping from inside the walls.

“Kagome, don’t.” Someone was warning her and she looked blindly over into Inuyasha’s eyes. He was begging her. “Just go. Leave us.”

“No.”

It was that simple, twisting her wrists and causing the runes to burst into flames. All the runes that once enclosed the yard were now ash on top of the snow.

Everything went black after that, but she feared nothing knowing she was in Inuyasha’s arms.

oOo

It was the light. Although soft and pleasant, it had been months since she felt on her face while slumbering had her heart racing.

Shooting up in bed, a small bed but with a far thicker mattress on it than before and softer sheets, she was met with Kagura’s concerned gaze. “You’re awake?”

“Where am I?!”

She took in the room and it looked like a bedroom of a small cabin. Then she took in Kagura, looking comfortable in her long sweater and tights, sitting in a small armchair with a hand over her belly.

“You’re in the middle of nowhere, as we all are,” she said with a giggle as if that made sense, “family cabin left to the boys years ago…”

The door flung open and Kagome’s body tensed, showing her how sore she was. The small whimper she released was heard by all the demons now in her room, Inuyasha and Sesshomaru entering, but it was Inuyasha who flew to her side. Kneeling beside her bed, he helped her sit and kept a gentle hold on her after.

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Sesshomaru asked with no emotion to tell her how he felt about it.

“I remember… the yard. Oh god, where’s Shippo? And Kanna?!”

Inuyasha’s hold went from gentle to tight, keeping her on the bed instead of rushing out as her mind wanted. Her body was another story, losing all fight easily and falling back on her ass to the soft mattress. And fell even deeper when Inuyasha started rubbing comforting circles into her back.

“They’re just in the other room with Jinkostu and Maten,” Inuyasha told her, his voice soft and full of so many emotions, she couldn’t figure out how he felt either. “What else do you remember?”

“I… I’m not sure. It’s all… hazy. I hit my head. A few times. Pretty sure I should be dead?”

Inuyasha fisted the material of whatever she was wearing, thicker and softer than her scrubs. Sesshomaru actually smirked at her. “We all should be dead. You saved us.” Then to her added shock, he bowed his head. “Thank you, Miko.”

“Don’t call me that!” Everyone tensed and she didn’t understand why but settled when she did. “Just… please don’t say that word.”

Kagura tilted her head to the side, a sad smile on her lips. “You’re safe with us, Kagome.”

“Yes, I know. But you’re not safe with me.”

“Unless you go nuts again and purify us all, I can’t think of anyone we’re safer with! Especially since…”

Kagura quickly silenced and Kagome turned to Inuyasha who was glaring at the pregnant woman. She had expected Sesshomaru to challenge it and head-butt Inuyasha, but instead he took Kagura’s hand and pulled her up from her chair. “We’ll give you some privacy.”

Now alone, Inuyasha didn't move away from her, keeping his hand on her spine as he rubbed it up and down. “Inuyasha, what are you not telling me?”

He moved, sitting on the bed instead and took her hands in his. “How are you feeling?”

“A little sore but mostly just annoyed!!”

Chuckling, he lowered his focus to her fingers as he played with them. “You’ve been asleep for a few days now. I wasn’t sure you were going to wake up.”

Taking one hand, she ran it across her scalp, looking for proof of her injuries. “I’m surprised too. I at least know I had a concussion…”

“You really don’t remember?” Dropping her hand, she shook her head no. “You went full Miko,” he ignored her hiss at the word and continued, “took out all the guards, Onigumo, and knocked Naraku out cold. I think you healed yourself in the middle of it as well as all of us. Kanna should have a crushed throat right now! And Kagura… well she should be dead.”

“Protection is what I’m supposed to do. Not kill people.”

He must have heard her distress on her voice, releasing her hands to cup her face. “You did protect. They were going to kill all of us and take you away to some lab to do… terrible things, Kagome. And they weren’t people, you know that. Those guards and Onigumo stopped being human long ago. They weren’t even demons.”

His thumb brushed across her cheek which was how she knew she was crying, smearing wetness in its wake. “Is everyone okay? Really?”

“Yeah, everyone is fine. But you scared the shit out of me! Again!!”

She grabbed his hands, placing hers over his as a sob tore free. “Hiten… poor Hiten…”

Inuyasha pulled her into his arms with that, her face in the crook of his neck for her to wipe her tears on. It was soft, the t-shirt he wore now instead of his scrubs. She had it under her cheeks and in her grasp.

He said nothing. She said nothing, just released a few sobs for her lost friend. Until there was nothing left but hollow feelings and a pit of fear that remained in her belly. “When I saw Naraku… drain Hiten… all I could think about was…” She caved into him more and he tried to hush her, but she wanted to get this out, feeling so selfish for it. “All I could think about was him doing the same to you.”

Inuyasha tensed from her admission but only tightened his hold on her. Pressing his face to the side of hers, she felt him speak into her hair. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the last person you would think about is yourself. But you don’t need to worry, you heard him yourself. He doesn’t want a Hanyou.”

That reminded her, “I’m sorry for what I said to you.”

“It was no worse than the shit I said to you, trying to keep you away from me.” He said with a chuckle. “It worked as well on you as it did me.”

Pushing away so she could see his face, she wiped her wet cheeks and looked up into his brilliant golds. They were shining more than usual today. “So you didn’t believe me? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Demon, remember? I can smell your lies.”

“Really??”

He laughed and got to his feet, careful while helping her to hers. It was then she noted what she had on and it obviously wasn’t her scrubs. “Kanna and Kagura changed you as well as got the dirt off you. We couldn’t leave you covered in mud and blood.”

Inuyasha sounded sheepish about it. As if he had watched or worried she thought he had. “It’s fine. Thank you.”

The baggy sweats and oversized t-shirt reminded her of wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. So when Inuyasha turned away for a second, she sniffled the collar of her shirt. It was Inuyasha’s. That explained his face, she was wearing his clothes again. Probably reminded him of the night they spent mostly naked together.

He took her hand and led her out of the room. Her room was small but the living room wasn’t, stretching up with big and bright windows. The happy sun filtered through thick trees, cutting shadows along the floor made of light-colored wood. It was a wood cabin on the side of a mountain. Perfect place to hide a bunch of prison escapees.

“Are we ‘on the run’ now?”

Inuyasha gave her hand a squeeze, still in his hold as he took her towards the couch. “Yes. But you don’t need to worry about that right now.”

“Kagome!!!”

Her thoughts were shattered when a fuzzy and warm Kitsune jumped on her, wrapping his arms around her neck hard. Another body hit her middle and she looked down to find the white hair of Kanna, hugging her middle. Jinkostu remained on the couch, smirking up at her. Getting free, she went around to Maten and he stood instantly for her.

“I’m so sorry…”

She broke again and Maten pulled her into a hug. “It’s not your fault.”

A growl broke them up, Maten glaring over at the angry puppy, Inuyasha. “Chill dude.”

Looking around quickly, she noticed someone was missing. “Where’s Miroku?”

“Outside. Meditating.” Shippo answered like that made sense.

Inuyasha caught on to her confusion quickly. “He is used to the runes holding him back and keeping his curse at bay. Before we were incarcerated, he used to meditate all the time to keep from sucking everyone around him up without control. So that’s what he’s doing now, trying to get a handle on it again.” Inuyasha’s face suddenly soured before turning away from all of them. “Jesus, what is Kagura doing? She’s going to burn the place down!”

“Better go save Sessy!” Jinkostu purred.

Inuyasha passed her a look before disappearing. Literally, his demon power was at full without runes so he was so fast, she couldn’t see him at all as he made for what she assumed was the kitchen. Now with her attention fully on the group in the living room, she took note of what was going on.

Kanna, Shippo, and Jinkostu sat watching cartoons. Fully engrossed. It warmed her heart and rid some of the guilt in her belly from what she had done. Guilt that swelled a little when she looked over at Maten. He sat with them but wasn’t watching. Instead, he stared out the window and on into the distance. Following his stare, she could just make out a small town in the far away. Her vision was pretty good so she wondered what the demon could see with his. Whatever it was, it had his full attention while she returned hers to the children. All three of them.

The cartoon was Bugs Bunny and, even though old, Shippo and Kanna didn’t seem to mind. Jinkostu laughed every time a character got hurt while Shippo laughed every time anything happened period. Kanna was quiet but that no longer bothered Kagome like it used to.

The episode ended, a bunch of commercials, when it cut away suddenly to a newsbreak. Maten got to his feet at attention.

“We’re coming to you live with a special news report. Last night, the demon prison, Dākukēji, experienced a jailbreak…”

“Oh boy, here it comes,” Jinkostu whined.

“Turn that OFF!!”

She jumped, Inuyasha suddenly behind her. He was very protective of the tv suddenly and it had her heart in her throat. So she put a bubble around it, Jinkostu stopped dead in his tracks to the screen and Shippo jumped to get to the remote.

“... police are tracking them down as we speak but warned all not only in the area but the whole country to be on the lookout. Demons now walk among us again…”

The screen went black, Shippo getting the remote and turning it off. She turned, Inuyasha wrapping his arms around her to try and stop her from whatever he thought she might do. Glaring, she let her anger of being kept in the dark wash over her and Inuyasha had the decency to shiver from it.

“How many got out?!”

“I thought you wanted to free us all? That we were innocent?”

He was using her words against her so she used her hands against him, pushing on his chest hard to get her release. “Who got out?!!”

“All.” Sesshomaru answered, leaving the kitchen in all the chaos to stand near them. “Everyone got out of the prison. Every demon left in the world is once again free to do as they please.”

This is actually the end of part one. The next chapter starts part two, Cell Mates: Freed. I've decided this is going to be like a three-part series. I hope you enjoyed part one!

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fandom #cell mates

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the-writing-mobster · 4 years

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Eeeee, thank you for the ask!

I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to discuss; Chapter 8! Uuuggghhh. Part one is pretty underrated and there isn't a lot of feedback for it but it has MOST of my favorite moments. Mostly because of the foreshadowing and EXTREME sexual tension.

Also, I should mention: spoilers under the cut!

Papyrus was nowhere to be seen, but she froze when she caught Sans in the kitchen. He hadn’t noticed her presence yet, so she ducked away and hid behind the wall.

He was mumbling to himself as he made coffee, clearly tired as hell. She poked her head out and noticed there was a list sitting on the kitchen island. Most likely for her.

“Sans! Let’s go!” shouted Papyrus as the front door slammed open. She flinched and jerked back into hiding as Sans groaned and stomped out of the kitchen. Frisk’s breath hitched as he marched past her. He grinned when he saw her.

“Good luck…” he purred...

I liked this chapter a lot. Frisk's first day on the job, getting to know her more, and of course Sans being just... Awful. Sans being awful was actually my favorite thing to write.

I also just... Really wanted to write a super domestic chapter. So chapter 8 is filled to the brim with cleaning and shit like that. It was supposed to be a break from all the action.

I've kind of always wanted to be good at housework (not for traditional reasons or anything, just for like... I hate being in a dirty environment but I suuuuck at cleaning and cooking and baking) so writing this was like a little bit of escapism. Weird that I'd find escapism in chores... 🤷‍♀️

(it would've only been made better if she'd had an actual french maid outfit... 😏)

Flowey eventually joined her after she took the nicely folded clothes upstairs. By then it was eight a.m. They worked together to dust. It was the dusting that started to drag on time.

I actually had to look up how long it would take to clean an entire house. I read like two articles on Maids and the hours they worked. One was on house maids... That's not what they're called I just— whatever. And the other was hotel maids. What I learned was that it took around five hours??? Yeah. Around five hours. And of course, it took longer than that for her because of Calibri.

As she stared into Calibri's silver eyes, she began to tear up at the beauty.

Overcome by the unicorn's majesty, she began to sob and she stumbled back. It cocked its head in curiosity and studied her. Frisk's soul began to burn and glow from within her chest and those silver eyes almost seemed to be piercing right through her and studying the contents of her soul. Judging her for all she was worth.

In myth, unicorns were said to come to young virgin girls and were only calm in their presence. It was the best way to trap and tame said magical horses. Obviously, Frisk is not a young virgin girl, but! Virginity is a construct and Calibri obviously loves her. Frisk doesn't feel worthy of being in his presence, but he judges the contents of her soul and... Well... Obviously she's pure of heart despite everything.

And also, there's a line in the Last Unicorn about Lady Amalthea that describes Frisk and the effect she has the monsters to a Tee.

“The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her."

"If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own...”

(I love this book) So obviously, Frisk is a unicorn to the monsters. Completely irresistible and once you go near her you belong to her forever. In the best way possible that is. I wanted to make this comparisons early on between her and a real unicorn.

"Merde!" She exclaimed as she shot out from the stable and sprinted to the shed to get the snow shovel. She slid on the ice of the driveway and almost fell onto her ass. She regained her balance and began to work at the pathway.

Sans would've laughed his ass off at this. That is all.

As she looked through the catalogue of cookbooks that Papyrus owned, she noticed a common theme. Italian food.

"Well isn't that ironic?" She murmured.

Frisk is so SICK of Italian food and she just can't seem to escape it!

"We arrested that Snowdrake Comedian today." The muffled voice of Papyrus alerted Frisk to his presence and she felt a spike of adrenaline enter her. Is this what cooking show contestants felt as the timer counted down?

"Why the fuck—what, Asgore can't handle some political satire?" She rushed about the kitchen to get the last remaining things she needed as she heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow.

Oh what's this? Foreshadowing??? The Angelicans aren't mentioned at all in Part One but their shadow is cast everywhere if you look close enough! Perhaps because everything was planned from the beginning. 😉

"Sans! Get your pathetic ass down here! Dinner is ready!" Barked Papyrus. Frisk heard a thump from upstairs and she flinched. Sans? I need to get out of here.

Ahahaha! She hates him so much and I love it.

It was only until she was walking down the hall to her room when she heard a creak. She turned around and flinched when she saw Sans. He grinned at her, his plate of food in hand. His eyes rolled over her and she shrunk under his gaze. Never had she ever felt so uncomfortable around someone. The way his fanged grin leered at her, threatening to rip her to pieces. He was a shark and she was just a minnow.

Now this part... This is my favorite part and the reason I chose chapter 8 to talk about.

He reached out to an in-table and knocked over a vase. She flinched as it thudded on the floor, and she slowly realized just what he was doing. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he leaned forward.

"Pick it up," he demanded in a soft, menacing voice.

Ooooooof. Something about that is so awful but sooo... I don't know. I was literally grinning so hard when I wrote this. The spirit of Sans the Skeleton possessed me and I was just like "heh heh heh.... Get wrecked little girl."

Flowey glared up at Sans, but held his tongue for Frisk's sake. She looked down at the vase, and then back up at him with a scowl. She wanted to tell him no. Spit on him. Turn away. Slam her door. Flip him off. Stand up for herself…

Alternative scene would be where she slaps him across the face and then he laughs at her and calls her interesting OR threatens her but that never happened so I never wrote it. 🤷‍♀️ Also she'd be actin strong but her hand would be STINGING because slapping hard bone would HURT.

He was still grinning at her, and she swallowed her dignity. She didn't do any of those things. Slowly, she stooped down and grabbed the vase. She gathered the decorative feathers and stuffed them back inside as she replaced the vase on the table. That bastard. Does he really think he can just do this? … I guess he can. I'm basically their slave now. What a nightmare. Oh God… what am I going to do?

Sans hummed in delight and gave her another lingering stare. Slowly, he nodded his head, a sort of smug satisfaction about himself as he turned away. She glared at him.

I kinda laughed when I wrote this because I pictured him doing the most Smug McAsshole nod like he was so proud of himself for pulling that shit.

"Papyrus may act like he's in charge, but at the end of the day… I'm the guy that might just kill ya," he said as he got to his door. He winked at her before he slipped in and shut the door behind him. Left alone, she gasped for breath, as if there had been a pressure on her chest and the weight had finally been removed. She staggered and leaned against the wall for balance.

The threat. The wink. The assholery. I love it. God. Writing this scene, I was so excited about it. I'd literally reread it over and over again. Also, this line he says comes back in a future chapter during a Part 3 torture scene. (Referencing past chapters is my favorite thing to do. It's like when a comedian references a joke in another joke in their set.)

Chapter 8 is definitely one of my favorites, but it's not the only one I want to talk about! Go ahead and send me stars (⭐) in my ask box if you want more "director" cuts for WDYW!

#wdyw #underfell #underfell frans #underfell Frisk #Underfell Sans #director’s cut ask meme #writer’s commentary #ask me about wdyw #seriously I absolutely adore this chapter #but there are many more I’d love to discuss!

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this is steph, pls that chuuya au! i need it 😭😭

Hiii steph!!

To everyone else: basically this is my moot who was listening to “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” and I instantly thought of a singer!reader with pianist!Chuuya who meet at the Bar Lupin, and after falling in love Chuuya confesses to reader with that song! There will be two parts to this; this is part 1.

Enjoy :)

A typical Friday night at the Bar Lupin was nothing without its pianist, Nakahara Chuuya. The peaceful atmosphere was kept perfectly in sync with its customers as the jazz melodies floated out from the piano keys. Chuuya was a pro at keeping the guests feeling laid-back while simultaneously kept engaged by his wondrous piano skills and of course, for the younger ones-- his good looks, which have especially been popular among the ladies.

Of course, there was always the singular exception from his audience whom would catch his eye after each final chord was stricken, and each time he looked at them, he felt his heart leap out of his chest. He could barely keep his composure together when he was around them, there was just something so... beautifully charming about them. Maybe it was the way their laughter echoed around the room like music, or maybe it was their smile that could outshine a thousand symphonies. Whatever it was, he was intrigued; he had to know more.

Which is why the next time he saw them, he didn’t hesitate moving straight towards them as they chatted away happily with the bartender, unaware of the redhead making his way their direction.

That was, until they heard a deep voice speak to them:

“Fancy seeing a lovely one like you around here. You look quite splendid tonight especially, y’know?”

You turned around in a start, coming face to face with the attractive young pianist that was leaning against the counter, facing you with a flirtatious grin. Your cheeks became dusted a light shade of crimson as you registered the words that came out of the pianist’s mouth, feeling your face grow even warmer as he smirked at your flustered expression.

God, he was hot.

“At a loss of words, are we now, baby?”

You swore your heart did a somersault right then. baby?

“U-um...”

Quite frankly so, you were at a loss of words. You would have never expected the Nakahara Chuuya, the handsomest pianist you’ve ever laid your eyes on, conversing with you-- no, flirting with you.

What the fuck were you supposed to say?

He smirked, pushing himself off the counter and taking a seat next to you, leaning his elbow against the counter. “Can I buy you a drink? Of course, you can say no, but I just thought it would only be fair to treat a pretty young thing like you to something nice for the night. Whaddya say?” he asked, an irresistible, syrupy-sweet tone saturating his gorgeously baritone voice.

Jesus. Why was he so damn smooth?

“I-I mean... you could, but...” you trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves as you looked down.

“But?”

You looked back up at him, feeling your skin grow even hotter as he arched an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“B-but I’m... I’m trying to take it easy on the alcohol tonight... so...” you stammered, voice timid as you avoided his piercing blue eyes.

A stifled chuckle. You glanced back at him, worried you might have said something ridiculous.

Who were you kidding... that was ridiculous. Who would come to a bar and say they were “taking it easy on the alcohol?”

Chuuya let out a hearty laugh, then tapped the counter to get the bartender’s attention. “A glass of apple juice for the pretty one here, is that alright with you, sweetheart?” he said, a grin on his face. You swore you saw a glimmer of adoration in his eyes, but it was too subtle for you to distinguish when you just felt like you’d been mocked. You nodded quietly, brushing back a tuft of hair behind your ear sheepishly as you looked down at your lap.

“Hey, eyes up here, darlin’,” he said softly. You looked back up apprehensively, worried that he would say something that would make you feel even worse.

“I was just playing, gorgeous. It was just cute of you to say, is all,” he said with a gentle smile, removing his gloves before taking your hand into his. His palms were rough, but warm, and significantly larger than yours. He raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of your palm. You felt your heart speed up to what seemed like a million beats per second, and you were pretty much frozen in place because how does anyone prepare for a sexy pianist to casually walk up to them and just start flirting, and then kiss their hand?

“What’s your name, angel?” he murmured, curious blue eyes meeting yours as he slipped his gloves back on. He placed a gloved palm onto your cheek, making sure that you were gazing straight into his eyes that sparkled like a summer lake. He was... stunning.

“(N-Name)”, you stuttered out, your fists gripping tightly to the fabric of your slacks. Your mind was way too occupied to even notice the glass of juice being placed at your side by the bartender. He’s so close, you thought, your mind racing with what on Earth you were supposed to do next. Should you run? Should you slap him? Kiss him? You had no idea.

“(Name),” he whispered, his fingers trailing absentmindedly through a lock of your hair as he stared at you. “Pretty name for such a pretty thing. Say, (Name), are you a singer?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Yes, in fact, you did sing, but why would he ask that now? Did he want you to sing with him? Was he going to ask you to sing right now? Or was he going to make a lewd joke about how you must sound in bed? Or--

“(Name)? You alright, darlin’?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he noticed the frantic look in your eyes. “Sorry, is that a touchy subject?”

“N-no! No! It’s fine, I just... I got a bit surprised, sorry,” you said hastily, shaking your head to indicate that he didn’t say anything wrong. The last thing you needed to do was make such a gentleman like him feel ashamed.

“I... I do sing, yes. But... I’m not really confident about it...” you said reluctantly, biting your lip as you looked away, drumming your fingers nervously against your lap.

He hummed in understanding, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Well, I just wondered, since you have such a lovely voice when you speak. I’ve always wanted to perform with a singer, you know,” he said warmly, his gloved hand caressing your cheek, the cool leather feeling soothing against your skin.

“O-oh.” So that’s why he asked. Well, at least one of your guesses was right; he did want you to sing with him.

“I bet you have a fantastic voice, angel. Can I hear a little bit, hm? I wanna get a sneak peak to see what I’m workin’ with,” he murmured, drawing back his hand with a slightly eager look on his face, expectant to see what you had in store for him.

You hesitated. “I... I really don’t sound that good,” you muttered.

Chuuya grinned. “Those who are modest are the best at what they do, is what Oji-san always told me. Now you’re really making me wanna hear you. Come on!” he encouraged, taking your hand once more and giving you a coaxing squeeze.

You sighed. Well, when you ask like that, what else can I do?

“Well... what do you want me to sing?”

He leaned forward, a playful smile on his handsome face, his long orange hair falling further over his shoulder. “A little love song, would be nice,” he said, his hand that was still holding yours intertwining your fingers together. “Maybe... ‘So This Is Love’ by Ilene Woods? Y’know, the Cinderella Song? I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” he said, a hint of an impish grin dancing along his lips.

God, what a little flirt. Too bad you couldn’t really get mad, your heart was busy doing cartwheels on its own, and your thoughts were rushing through your head like summer wind gusts.

You took a shaky breath, and he gave your hand another reaffirming squeeze.

You began to sing. As the first line left your lips, Chuuya’s breath hitched.

So this is love, mmm...

It was like heaven’s door opened up on him. Were you an angel? How else was such a divine voice spilling through your lips?

So this is what makes life divine

He felt like his heart was soaring. The melody that you sang made Chuuya feel like he was bathing in the nectar of the gods, that their was an eternal ray of sunshine that he could only feel. Were you a manifestation of Aphrodite? Was this why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt so entranced? Because goodness, he didn’t want to stop listening at all.

My heart has wings, mmm

And I can fly

I’ll touch every star in the sky

You weren’t just stunning, or beautiful, no. You were radiant. Your voice was heavenly, and he was considered worthy of having the honor of listening to it at his request.

He couldn’t stop staring. He felt his mouth hanging open in awe; he didn’t care. He was mesmerized. How could someone be so... so lovely?

So this is love...

Ah... so this was love indeed. Love at first sight, perhaps. Even after you had finished singing, and you were shyly telling him to stop gaping at you like that, which he eventually did, he was still struck speechless by how absolutely amazing you were, how musically gifted you were. How dare you talked down about your talent like that. He was so in love, with your voice, your beauty, your everything, and whatever else you had in store, he just had to know. He wanted to know all about you; he wanted you to be his, he wanted to be yours.

“Chuuya?” you quietly called to him, tugging the sleeve of his jacket. “Are you okay?”

Chuuya turned back to you, and beamed. He took both your hands, and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Your voice is beautiful, angel. Words can’t describe how amazing your talent is. Be my singer, hm? Perform with me.” he murmured to you, a glimmer in his eyes that seemed quite familiar to you.

Yep, that was definitely a look of adoration.

You smiled softly at him, nodding. You were intrigued with him too. You knew he wasn’t just some playboy freak who wanted a one night stand. He was dashing, yes, but you knew there was much more to him than just his striking looks and his jazz pianist skills. You wanted to dive deeper into the life of this musician. Right, maybe you had a slight crush on him, something you were sure would grow stronger. You wanted to know every part of him, and this was for sure a big first step.

He smiled back at you, a light chuckle slipping out of his mouth as he cupped your face, almost lovingly.

“Perfect.”

// Part 1 is done!! Get ready for Part 2~~

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FIC: My Private Happiness (baon)

Summary: Sans is having a day. Maybe a couple days, hell, a collection of them. Prequel to the actual series.

Tags: Kustard, Pre-Spicyhoney, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mentions of Therapy, Lemon Goodness

Notes:

Okay, so, this is set after Last Minute Gift

In terms of the series, it’s right before Pillars of Creation, Edge and Stretch’s first ’date’.

I really need to make a chronological list of the kustard stories, Sans and Red are pains in my ass, and that’s a fact. :P

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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When the doors opened up at the Ebott stop, Sans got off the bus, for once not bothering to toss a ‘don’t call bus, we’ll call you’ or ‘your park is worse than your bite’ to the driver. The bus stop was right outside the Security checkpoint, and on the other side was a Monster-driven shuttle to bring all the riders into New New Home proper.

Normally, Sans wouldn’t have bothered with it. His shortcuts were enough to take him to his own front door, further than Stretch or Red could manage even on their best days. But today he climbed on with the rest, shuffling to the back of the bus to sit, his skull leaning against the window and his sockets closed before the shuttle even pulled away.

Being on the bus at all wasn’t his normal. He could drive, but never bothered to get a car. Usually he rode in to the Embassy with Paps, more rarely with Blue or even Edge since none of them ever pried a stick out of their pelvis enough to skip a day of work. Hitching a ride was easy and he didn’t have any of Stretch’s qualms about begging favors.

Today he didn’t feel like riding with anyone.

The card Paps gave him last night was in his pocket, the sharp edges poking his femur whenever he moved.

“I won’t force you to go,” Papyrus told him. His normal earnest energy was banked, visibly straining against his uncommon seriousness, “but I do want you to consider it. You’ve been doing so much better, Sans, I am so proud of you. But. You could be really happy, if you wanted to, I know you can.”

He sank down to his knees and hugged Sans like he hadn’t since he was a babybones, too tight and too long, and after a minute, Sans returned it. The card went into his pocket without a word, stayed there when he pulled on his shorts again the next day.

Paps wasn’t wrong. He’d been going through the motions a little. Maybe. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He still wasn’t convinced that it never would.

The shuttle slowed at his road and Sans was up before the chime even rang. This time, he gave the driver a grin and a wave, ignoring the flash of confusion in their eye as no pun heralded his exit.

Too bad, they could live without his shining personality for one fucking day.

He and Paps lived at the end of the road, in a cardboard cutout-style house that was exactly the same on either side. Except their house was a sanctuary for lawn ornaments, Papyrus could never resist one. Flamingos and gnomes, fairies and bright, garish sunflowers made of scrap metal. Gyftmas was months ago now but that didn’t stop Santa from greeting anyone who came over to visit, and the collection of bird baths offered any avians accommodations as lush as the finest resort.

Every time the Edgelord walked past the cheery clown with its bright red grin stationed right next to the sidewalk his eye socket twitched, and that right there was worth the price of admission.

Sans trudged down the sidewalk towards that wonderland, but his eye lights were on his sneakers. One of the knots was coming loose as he watched, slowly unraveling until one lace trailed along like a cooked spaghetti noodle. That idle observation seemed to give permission for his mind to let Papyrus wander back into his thoughts.

Looked like he’d given up not thinking along with everything else.

Yeah, Paps was right, wasn’t he--

(wasn’t he always, really, Sans could never hide as much from him as he wished he could, Paps was so cool)

--he was getting by, sure. Doing the Embassy thing, helping out, hell, that was better than Stretch did. Then again, if he was gonna hold himself up to someone for a mental health comparison, Stretch was probably not the best candidate. Everyone knew that, ‘cept maybe Edge who was too busy trying not to let himself know how badly he wanted to get into those ugly pants to fondle some bones. That slow-motion train wreck was the main reason Sans turned Stretch down some months ago when he’d inquired about a quickie, more’s the pity.

Anyway.

Yeah, he was doing better, but even he couldn’t lie himself a fairytale and say he was happy. Fuck, what was happy, anyway?

All came down to the kid. Sans still wasn’t positive about Frisk, even if everything seemed all hunky dory, all of ‘em on the surface, seeing the sunsets and stargazing with real stars.

It all seemed like a pie and cake dream, but he knew what Stretch had gone through back in his own world. Some of Sans’s memories cracked open when they arrived, blurred snippets that matched the few scrawled notes he’d found in the basement. Yellow petals, the insanity of a high, sweet laugh.

Yeah, he’d known about the anomaly from his notebooks, but getting to remember anything of it was another level.

Not that any of ‘em really discussed it, fuck, no. The science behind it, sure, math and equations were sterile, safe. He, Red, and Stretch were bonafide experts at not talking, PhDs unite.

But being Judges gave them the unique perspective, dinnit. Looking into Stretch’s soul and seeing the guilt there, the sins that crawled up his spine about his brother and the Underswap kid…yeah. Unique perspective, that was one way to put it. Sans didn’t blame Stretch one bit for tucking the Judge away, boxing it up in the back of his skull, and refusing to see anymore. Talk about someone doing much better; when Stretch first got here, his soul was so fragile that Red tried to get Sans in on bet that he’d dust within a month. Sans hadn’t taken him up on it, but quietly thought he was right, watching with his own version of apathy that wasn’t much kinder than Red’s, waiting for him to fall down.

That he hadn’t was maybe the ‘Papyrus’ in him, because it sure as hell wasn’t the ‘Sans’, and Sans’s lack of effort to help him back then was a sin of his own waltzing along his backbone.

Stretch was doing a lot better these days, enough to argue with Edge with some pretty nasty zingers. Gossip around the Embassy was that those two finally had a date coming up, at the planetarium of all places. He hoped for all their sanity it went well.

Sanity, heh. He touched the card through his pocket, traced the edges of it. Doctor Lee, psychiatrist, specializing in Trauma and PTSD. A plain white card, the black letters glossy and embossed. He didn’t need to look at it, he remembered every word on it down to the phone number. He almost did anyway but a prickle along his senses made him pause.

Someone was following him.

Hm.

Interesting.

He could easily shortcut into the house, but where was the fun in that.

Instead, he kept trudging along, didn’t so much as change his pace. Passed a lady and her kiddo, gave ‘em a toothy smile. Walked on past Santa, the clown, the gnomes and the vampire flamingo as he headed in the house.

Before he even closed the door, hands were on him, shoving him backwards. Sans stumbled as the door swung shut, slamming hard, and his shoulders struck the smooth surface. Even without those gleaming crimson eye lights, he would’ve known those hands, sharp fingertips prickling through his t-shirt and against his ribs.

“heya sansy,” Red breathed against the side of his skull. “been missing me?”

“kinda a strange question since you were the one getting in some stalking practice.” Sans was pretty proud at how even his voice was considered the way Red was grinding their crotches together. “still need to log some hours before you can get certified?”

Hot breath couched in laughter gusted against his skull, making Sans shiver. “nah, i went pro years ago. but you gotta use a skill or you lose it, yeah?” Those sharp fingertips skimmed lower, down to wear his t-shirt was riding up to barely expose his iliac crest. “speakin’a practice, there’s a thing or three i might need some help with to keep my skill level up.”

He hadn’t been alone with Red since that time at the Gyftmas party and if this wasn’t getting his rocks off, then that memory was. Red pressed against his back, jerking him off, the cold siding of the house beneath his cheekbone and the thrilling fear of being caught.

“yeah? somethin’ you want some help with, huh.” Sans asked. He couldn’t quite achieve boredom, not with his crotch giving him away.

“yeah, been meaning to give my knees a good workout and if you help, i don’t get a crick in my neck.”

Sans exhaled shakily. Paps could be home any minute now, open the door with a jangle of keys, could catch Red blowing him right in their doormat with drool and come running down his chin. His bedroom was right upstairs, the bathroom, hell, the laundry room had a lock on the door.

All Sans said was, “you really want to go with short jokes?”

“can only work with the material you’ve got.”

Red didn’t drop to his knees so much as he slithered, pulling Sans’s shorts carelessly along for the ride. His dick got caught at the waistband and Sans winced as the fabric scraped along the head before it let loose, making his dick bob like a cork in a lake.

Wasn’t any time to bitch about it. Red swallowed him down in one gulp, the hot, velvety magic coating his mouth made Sans choke out a moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the next one, but it became a groan of disappointment as Red pulled off.

“don’t you dare, sansy,” he snarled. Those crimson eye lights burned in the darkened foyer. “you let me hear every fucking whimper.”

“yes, boss, whatever you say, boss,” Sans snarked, but sarcasm was a lost cause when Red ducked his head again, a long tongue curling around his shaft. Fuck, so slippery tight, better than a hand. The sound that crept through Sans’s teeth was closer to a yowl and he felt the vibration of a hum of amusement.

Okay, yeah, Sans wasn’t past a little vindictiveness. He grabbed Red’s skull in both hands and jerked him down, thrusting in hard to nudge at the back of Red’s formed throat. Good plan in theory, but Red only swallowed him down easily, let Sans do it again, riding his face rougher than he’d usually dare.

Dimly, Sans could hear another slick sound, a counterpoint to the obscene glick that came with every thrust that glided past Red’s dangerously sharp teeth. He was jerking himself off, his shoulder moving with every stroke, and Red was moaning, shaky and low, deep in his throat and fuck, the feeling of it made Sans quiver down to his toes.

The first splash of come landed on Red’s tongue and he wrested away from Sans’s grip before the second could fall, his hand taking the place of his mouth as he stroked Sans through it, spurts of deep blue streaking across his t-shirt.

“fuck,” Sans croaked out, both in pleasure and dismay. “that’s gonna stain, you shit.”

“guess you’ll have to make a another thrift store run,” Red said with vindictive cheer. A thread of that same blue was running down his chin and Sans wiped it away before it could drip. Red watched, eye lights narrowing as Sans licked that droplet from his finger, tasting the sharp sourness of his own magic.

“that what you wanted?” Sans asked, all false politeness and solicitude. For a long moment there was no answer, only Red staring at him with those demon eye lights.

“yeah, sure,” Red said finally, almost absently distracted. “thanks for the good time, see ya around.”

It was only when Red vanished that Sans got a good look at his own feet and saw the splashes of crimson on his sneakers.

That fucker came on his shoes and didn’t even offer to get him a towel.

Outrage was out of reach and Sans only laughed helplessly, sliding down the door until he was slumped on the floor, shorts around his ankles, his shirt soaked with his own jizz and his shoes dripping with someone else’s.

That card was digging in to his ankle and Sans pulled it out with a wince. It was wrinkled, the card stock creased, but it was still legible.

You could be really happy, if you wanted to. I know you can.

His brother would be home soon, might see him like this, might already know what was going on, Paps was so smart and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d hid his disappointment in Sans behind loud indignation. What was going on? Who the fuck knew, Red’s mind was a maze and Sans was shit at puzzles.

Happy. Could be happy. Maybe.

Sans sighed and pulled out his phone.

-finis-

#kustard #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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Twist story chapter 11

Twistfell and everything associated with it belong to @itsladykit

Summary: There’s a cure for LV (probably). It’s completely safe (probably). It’s a highly unpleasant experience (definitely). Twist only cares about that first statement. He probably should have paid a little more attention to the other two. But what does it matter? He’s getting what he wants, and he has the best friends and family in any universe to help along the way.

chapter 1, chapter 10

Chapter 11

Fur under his hands, squeezing until it crumbles to dust, dust in his mouth, in the breaks in his bones, mixing with blood and marrow, kneeling in front of her underneath her, just obey always obey can’t get out can’t get away Sans is gone broke his promise gone gone everything is gone everything is DUST

Twist blinks awake. He looks around, recognizing his bedroom. It doesn’t match what he thought was happening. Must have been a dream. He hasn’t had a dream like that in a while.

Both hands come up to rub at his eyes. He pauses. Turns his hands back and forth, inspecting his wrists. Something is weird. What’s wrong with them? They look normal. Nothing strange about them, nothing on them, why is it so weird that there’s nothing on them? Nothing should be on them. No one’s going to tie him up in his own bedroom. He doesn’t do that. Would never do that. She’d… but she’s gone. Isn’t she? But it seems like she’s not. It can’t be her, not here in his own home. He wouldn’t let her, would never let her so close to Sans now that he has a choice. Blackberry. Sans is Blackberry now because they’re on the surface.

Right, the surface. And he’s here because…? Well it’s his room, obviously. But what’s going on? Why does it seem weird to be in his room and why does he think his wrists should be tied down? He shudders. It’s been a long time since he’s been in a situation where anyone could tie him down. He could take anyone who tried and no one’s got anything to hold over him now. Do they? There’s something floating in the back of his mind, a yellow monster in a lab coat, and she can do whatever she wants to him because he couldn’t fight her if he tried, but he wouldn’t try even if he could because… because why?

He tries to sit up. Shit, bad idea, worst idea ever. He curls into a ball and breathes through the pain, every joint on fire, magic scraping like glass shards between the bones. What is this? What’s wrong with him? Wait, this is familiar.

He’s woken up like this before. Everything hurt and he didn’t know what happened, but that time he was in… a lab? Yeah, that’s it, a lab, because… can’t think. Everything is foggy, like his thoughts are the mud those glass shards are flowing through. That’s a weird metaphor. Doesn’t really work. They’re not his strong suit.

So, a lab. Why was he in a lab, and why’s he not there now? Something happened in a lab screaming choking can’t get away can’t move give it back don’t touch it don’t know what she wants, apparently something bad, and now he’s home with no clue how he got to either place or what’s wrong with him.

What’s the last thing he can remember? Other than that jumbled up crap, because it’s not telling him anything. Where was he before that? Work, maybe? Yeah, that sounds right. Those memories are clearer. He went to work, started back on an engine he hadn’t finished the day before. Then a customer came storming into the garage screaming about not getting something he wanted and how if he’d known they had those disgusting abominations working there he’d have taken his business elsewhere. Then he’s screaming in Twist’s face and then Twist’s fist is through a wall that was almost the human’s head. Then police are there and everyone in the place vouches for Twist and how the human started it and no one got hurt, and oh stars he loves these guys, they’re just the best, and it doesn’t hurt that the human’s still screaming racist bullshit, so the police escort the human out and leave Twist alone with a warning. No one says a word when he just needs to stand alone in a quiet room for a while before getting back to work, and soon he’s laughing and joking with the rest of them like nothing ever happened, but it just adds to the pile of proof in his head that he’s going to snap one day and do something he can’t come back from.

Then Iggy came in to talk to him, and she didn’t need car help, she had… holy shit she had a cure for LV, and she offered it to him, and he took it, of course, and now everything is going to change. So that’s why he was in a lab and why he feels like shit. That’s fine, then. Who cares that he can’t get up and his memory is shot? He’s going to… he’ll be able to… The possibilities spiral out in front of him, more than his mind can process, so he doesn’t try. He just drifts from one idea to another, smiling as each fleeting thought passes by, following one into an impossibly distant future before losing track and drifting into another. Who’d have thought there’d ever be a point in thinking that far ahead? Certainly not him, but now he is, and it’s the best thing he can remember. Still no clue how he got here, but he couldn’t begin to care.

***

Cursing, Cash slams shut yet another useless kitchen drawer. There has to be a takeout cup with a lid and a straw somewhere in this house. Every house has at least one. Except Blackberry does most of his own cooking and Twist would rather eat a bag of carrots than get fast food, health freak that he is, always working out and – he slaps his forehead. Water bottles. There’s a whole cabinet of water bottles, which he knows because he lived here not that long ago, but he was so busy rushing around trying not to leave Twist alone for too long that he didn’t even think about it. That’s what rushing gets you, stupid mistakes and a lot of wasted energy. Pulling open the correct cabinet, he finds one that should be fairly easy to drink from without letting all the water spill out. Then he fills it and heads back up to Twist’s room, dreading what he might find after being gone for so long.

Did Twist have another attack? Is he caught in a flashback that he needs help getting out of? Did he try to look for Cash and fall out of bed? Opening the door, which he did not mean to close, fuck, what if Twist needed help and he couldn’t hear him, he enters and approaches the bed with dread.

Apparently, he didn’t need to worry. Twist is in bed where he should be, grinning at the ceiling, happily mumbling to himself. He notices when Cash steps into the room, and then Cash is the recipient of that out-of-place grin.

“Patches! Hey, Patches, d’ya know what’s wrong with me?” So many things, starting with his current mood.

“you’re weirdly happy to be asking that question.”

“I know! But do ya?”

“where would i even start? but if you mean what’s specifically wrong with you right now-”

“My LV is meltin’!” That’s one way to put it.

“well yeah, kind of, but there’s more-”

“Don’t really remember that much about it, but I know it’s meltin’, and it’s fuckin’ awful, but it’s meltin’, darlin’, and I was thinkin’, what’d I want ta do, ya know? Like I had all these ideas but maybe I wasn’ thinkin’ ‘bout them the right way, like I was just makin’ a longer list of things, but it’s not jus’ things, sweetheart, it’s time. And you c’n do things with time, ‘specially on the surface, an’ I never really thought about it before ‘cause I knew I didn’t have any, but now I do an’ what ‘m I gonna do with it?”

Ok, so that could explain the good mood. “whatever you want. you have to get through this first, though.”

“Yeah, that part sucks. But hey, sweetheart, did ya know my LV is meltin’?”

“that’s not exactly what’s-”

“An’ now I’m home fer some reason, which is really nice ‘cause that lab was terrible, an’ I’m not totally sure how I got here but yer here an’ yer smarter ‘n me so if you think it’s fine then it pro’bly is. Is it fine?”

“that you’re home? yeah. i brought you here.”

“You did? Thanks, sweetheart. This place ‘s a lot more comfy than the other place, which makes sense ‘cause labs aren’t s’posed ta be comfy, not that ‘m gonna complain ‘cause my LV’s meltin’ an’ I’ll take what I can get long as that keeps workin’, but it‘s a lot nicer ta be in my own bed if I’m gonna be screamin’ an’ tryna rip my soul out all day fer however long,” well there go any theories that he’s in a good mood because he forgot what’s happening, “and it’s nice ta have you here too even though I pro’bly shouldn’ta said that ‘cause now yer gonna get all embarrassed an’ grumpy,” What’s that supposed to mean? He doesn’t do that! “but ‘m real tired an’ it’s hard ta keep track’ve what I should say to ya, darlin’. Don’ get me wrong, I don’t mind it most a’ the time ‘cause I like bein’ yer friend, but you c’n see I can’t even keep up with what I’m saying right now an’ I can’t remember what I was first talkin’ ‘bout so ‘m just gonna stop now.” Well that was… something. Cash scowls, but moves on.

“i brought you some water.”

“Thanks! Yer the best, sweetheart. I was gettin’ real thirsty.” Twist fumbles with the water bottle when it’s handed to him, so Cash helps him hold it. To watch Twist savor it, you’d think it was a high-quality wine, or whatever the Twist equivalent of that would be. Probably cheap whiskey.

“Mmmm, that’s good stuff, sweetheart. Best I’ve tasted.”

“it’s just water.”

“Never doubt the value of a good glass a’ water. ‘s turned inta my favorite drink, lately.”

“sounds like it’s the only thing you can drink.”

“That and nasty smoothies, but ya won’t see me enjoyin’ those much. Gotta eat, though, an’ I don’t think I need a stomachache on top a’ everythin’ else from eatin’ the wrong food. Haven’t had a great time with people messin’ with the recipe, either.”

“speaking of food, are you hungry? it’s probably getting close to dinner time.”

“Guess I could eat if I had to. Know how ta make those awful things?”

“i have the ingredients and the instructions from iggy. it’s just measuring out some powders and mixing them with water.”

“Hard ta mess that up then. Let’s get it over with.”

Cash hates to leave Twist alone, but makes sure to measure everything carefully, having no idea what’s essential and what’s just a suggestion. He’s just stirring the unappealing sludge together when a crash comes from upstairs.

“shit, what is it now?” He teleports to Twist’s room. Twist is curled up in pain on the floor when Cash arrives, but grins sheepishly when he sees Cash.

“Hey Patches.”

“why are you on the floor?”

“Tried ta get up. Didn’t work out too great.”

“you couldn’t even hold a cup a few minutes ago. why did you think you could get out of bed?”

“Might’ve fergot ‘bout that. Jus’ thought I’d save ya all the trips back ‘n forth if i could get ta the livin’ room.”

“idiot. i can get here just as easily as there. you can barely move.”

“Pro’bly didn’t think that one through as much as I should’ve. Think ‘m still a little scrambled.”

“a little. how did you even get this far? you were in the middle of the bed.”

“Not sure. Think it was a lotta work, which should’a been a clue that it was a bad idea from the start, but it just… made sense at the time? Much ‘s anythin’ does with my head like this.” Tying him to the bed is starting to make a little more sense, except no, because Cash saw how badly that fucked him up, even if he doesn’t know the details of why. But he can see why someone would consider it. He was only gone for a minute, maybe two.

Cash sighs. “just try to stay in bed.” Not that it’s likely. Twist isn’t one for staying in one place or for making sensible decisions, and the treatment isn’t helping.

“Sure thing, darlin’. Mind helpin’ me get back up there? That’d be a good start.” Well that sure sounds promising. At least he’s not upset about it? Cash isn’t sure he’s up to dealing with another flashback, panic attack, or whatever that was earlier.

“fine. that’s a bad position for picking you up. can you roll over?”

Twist tries to roll onto his back, but winces and stops. “Maybe if ya help me, sweetheart, but not on my own. I hit the floor pretty hard. Don’t think it’s good fer my joints. They’re all throwin’ a fit about it.”

“which is why you should stay in bed.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. No fallin’ outta bed, no movin’ around, just stay bundled up safe in bed an’ let ya bring me stuff. Sounds nicer than it really is.” He braces himself when Cash kneels next to him to turn him over. Moving him produces a wince, but doesn’t stop the cheerful chatter.

“Never been carried this much in my life. ‘s weird.”

“you’re always happy to pick other people up and put them where you want them.” Even Cash, sometimes, and somehow the bastard has kept all his limbs intact while doing it.

“Yeah, turnabout’s fair play an’ all that, I guess.” He laughs as Cash tries to find a good way to pick him up. It would be a whole lot easier if he was a foot or two shorter.

“can you hold up your arms so they don’t get caught underneath you on the bed?” They obviously survived a collision with the floor, but they still look pretty fragile. All of Twist looks fragile. It’s very disturbing, especially since he insists on ignoring that fact when he wants to do something like, say, fling himself to the floor.

“Maybe? ‘s hard ta say how I’m gonna feel minute ta minute. Sometimes I can’t lift a finger an’ sometimes I think I can get outta bed, so I’m not the best judge.” Cash snorts.

“i’ll try to keep them up out of the way.” With even more awkward positioning. It would be great if Twist would just stay in bed from now on. Getting him back in is a lot of work.

After folding Twist’s arms on his chest and instructing him to keep them there, Cash puts his arms under Twist’s spine and legs and presses Twist’s ribcage against his own to help hold his arms in place. Off balance, he stumbles a little on the way up, then freezes at Twist’s sharp inhalation.

“twist? what’s wrong?”

Twist’s response is a long, low whine. That’s not a good sound. Cash lays him down and backs away.

“twist?

“Sorry.”

“it’s fine. what happened?”

“Sorry, sorry boss. Won’ do it again.”

“won’t do… why are you calling me boss?”

“Want me ta call ya somethin’ else? Sorry boss, er not boss, sorry, what’d’ya want? I c’n… please! No, sorry, that’s not, didn’t mean ta, ‘m not arguin’ jus’, I can’t, sorry, sorry, I… sorry, I dunno, can’t, sorry, please I can’t-”

“stop apologizing and tell me what’s wrong. you can’t what?”

“I can’t I can’t please don’t, sorry ‘m not arguin’ I know an’ you c’n do what ya want not gonna stop ya I know, not tryin’ so ya don’t gotta, sorry boss no that’s dunno what ya want, please just-”

“twist! calm down and listen. i don’t know what’s wrong. you need to tell me so i can fix it.”

“I know what I am! But I can’t, jus’ can’t taday, dunno what’s wrong but please don’, ‘s too much an’ I can’t, sorry sorry sorry sorry I can, I’ll, whatever ya want jus’ tell me-”

“i don’t know how to help you. slow down and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Know I fucked up, I know, swear I’ll do better please it’s too much I can’t boss ‘s too much I can’t!” The last word is a shriek, and then Twist is sobbing, except he can’t cry so it’s mostly just gasps with the most devastated expression Cash has ever seen on his face. Cash doesn’t know what to do. Twist is breaking apart in front of him and he’s completely useless. Nothing he says is getting through and Twist won’t or can’t tell him what’s wrong. He’s not sure they’re even having the same conversation. Actually, of course they aren’t. Cash is an idiot. This is obviously a flashback or hallucination or something.

Not that knowing that helps. How do you help someone who probably can’t see or hear you? Cash doesn’t know, because he has no clue what he’s doing and he’s completely useless for this job. Whatever he does will probably just make it worse. But what’s he going to do, leave Twist crying on the floor? Sit here and stare at him?

Maybe he should at least get Twist back in the bed. He tries to pick him up, but Twist screams when he touches him and his sobbing intensifies, so he pulls back and doesn’t touch him again. What else can he do? So far he’s only made things worse. He’s not cut out for this.

“twist?” He gets no reaction whatsoever.

“twisted? can you hear me? it’s cash.” Why is he even trying? Twist can’t hear him.

“i’m here when you’re ready.” With no more ideas to try, he sits silently beside Twist. The sobbing continues for what feels like hours but probably isn’t more than a few minutes. Slowly, it begins to trail off, until Twist is staring blankly at the ceiling. Cash decides to try again.

“twist? twisted, hey, look at me. can you hear me?” He almost puts a hand on Twist’s shoulder but thinks better of it. He’s not going to be what sets Twist off again. He’s not. how can he avoid it without knowing what set him off in the first place? He’ll figure it out.

“twist. papyrus!” That gets a blink. That’s probably good?

“papyrus.” Twist’s head turns towards him. That has to be good, right?

“papyrus, can you hear me?”

“I…” Twist swallows. “Boss? No, yer not… who?” His voice is shaky, but has lost that desperate, terrified quality from earlier.

“cash. i’m cash, not boss. what boss are you talking about?”

“Y’know, her. I work fer her. Don’t you?”

“i don’t work for anyone, and you don’t work for anyone who should cause that kind of reaction.”

“But, Muffet, she… or a different one? But I know you, so don’t you…?”

“you do know me, and there aren’t any muffets here. do you know how you know me?”

“I think… Dunno. You don’ work fer muffet?”

“no, and neither do you.”

“I don’t? But… oh! I know you! Yer Cash! An’ I know you on the surface. We’re on the surface!”

“we are. did you forget?”

“Yeah, but I remember now. But why’m I…?”

“do you remember the lv treatment?”

“The what? Oh, wait, yeah. Yeah, I remember. I remember! Sweetheart, can you believe it? There’s a cure for LV! And we’re on the surface so I don’t need it no more, an’ I c’n get rid of it! I… wait. Why’m I on the floor?”

“because you tried to get out of bed to ‘help’ me when you weren’t even remotely physically capable of doing that.”

“Seems like somethin’ I’d do. Yeah, I think I did that. Oh, actually, think I remember doin’ that. An’ you were tryin’ ta get me back in bed, an’ then I was…” He shudders. “Musta lost my shit, huh?”

“that’s one way to put it.”

“So here I am, still on the floor. Mind helpin’ me get back in bed? Don’ think I can do it myself. Think I c’n keep it together this time.” And now he’s smiling. Smiling, like he thinks it’s funny. It’s like he wasn’t just reliving some hell that had him crying on the floor a few minutes ago. Again, what’s wrong with this crazy fucker? Is he constitutionally incapable of getting pissed off when life screws him over? No, he’s fully capable of being pissed, but mostly he just acts like everything’s great. Why?! Cash doesn’t get it.

“sure. is there anything i should avoid doing so that doesn’t happen again?”

“Nah, think ‘m good now. Jus’ got some wires crossed that I don’ think were crossed before. Stupid shit I been doing since the treatment started, not a big deal.” Cash isn’t convinced, but short of making Twist camp out on the floor for the rest of the treatment, he doesn’t have much of a choice.

This time he’s very careful when he lifts Twist, paying his good mood no mind. Clearly that means nothing when it comes to those flashbacks. Twist doesn’t lose touch with reality, but he does whimper and curl tightly around Cash as Cash lifts him.

“what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.”

“there’s obviously something. how am i supposed to help you if you don’t tell me when you have a problem?”

“Think most’a my problems ‘re pretty obvious. This’s just… I jus’ fucked up my joints when I fell outta bed. No big deal, jus’ don’ like movin’.” Which sounds reasonable, except Twist is clinging to him and pressing his face into Cash’s shirt, and it doesn’t seem like ‘no big deal.’ It seems like Twist downplaying what’s wrong with him is going to be an ongoing problem, and Cash doesn’t know what to do about it.

Twist won’t let go when Cash tries to lay him on the bed, almost causing Cash to fall over on top of him as he overbalances. Reeling from the thought of the damage that could have done, Cash snaps at Twist. “what is it now?” Twist lets go instantly and cringes away.

“Sorry, I didn’t… Didn’t mean ta cause ya trouble, won’ do it again, sorry.” Well now Cash feels like shit.

“it’s fine. you didn’t mean to. i’m not mad at you.” Twist doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t protest. Fantastic, now Twist is scared of him. He’s just great at this. Why hasn’t he called Blackberry, again? He really should, before he stomps all over what little sanity Twist has left.

“do you want your blanket?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be real nice, darlin’. Got kinda cold down there.”

“do you want more blankets, then?”

“Don’ think so. Don’ think I could get out from under ‘em, so it’d be kinda like I was trapped, an’ I don’t think I’m up ta dealin’ with that right now.”

“ok.” Also, since when has Twist been so willing to admit when something bothers him? He must be really messed up. It’s more helpful than downplaying problems like he did earlier, but isn’t typical Twist behavior. As much as it seems like he has no filter, there are some things he definitely keeps to himself.

“Hey Patches?”

“yeah?”

“Did ya ever finish makin’ dinner?”

“huh?” Since when does Cash cook, and why would he be cooking today?

“Y’know, that nasty smoothie you were makin’ me.” He’s completely forgotten. That seems like hours ago.

“do you want it now?”

“Nah, never gonna want that shit, but I’m gettin’ pretty hungry. ‘Sides, ‘m not s’posed ta let my HP drop, so I gotta keep eatin’.”

“oh, right. i’ll go get it.” he teleports to the kitchen, finishes stirring the mixture, pours it into a water bottle with a thick straw, and returns to Twist’s room.

Twist is staring at the ceiling, eyelight unlit when Cash returns to the room, but he relights it and smiles when he sees Cash, so Cash doesn’t mention it. It’s just another sign that Twist is not alright that Cash can’t do anything about. Twist reaches for the water bottle so Cash hands it over, staying close because he fully expects that he’ll end up holding it. As it turns out, though, his help isn’t needed.

“Well wouldja lookit that? I can hold it myself this time.” This accomplishment is apparently enough to counter the taste of the drink, because Twist drinks it without complaint.

“Hey Patches?” Twist says as he hands over the empty water bottle.

“what?”

“‘m glad yer here.”

“what? why?”

“Cause it’s nice ta have ya here, an’ ‘cause right now I c’n say things like that without you teleportin’ ‘cross town an’ leavin’ me on the roof of a ten story buildin’ with no stairwell.”

“sure it is, and don’t push your luck.” How did he get stuck with the most ridiculous Papyrus in all of the multiverse, and why does he keep the idiot around?

“Seriously, though, ‘m glad yer here, an’ thanks fer bringin’ me home.”

“i wasn’t going to just leave you there.” Not after seeing what it was like, and not after the whole thing was his fault in the first place because he paid for the project without keeping track of what Iggy was doing except to make sure she was getting results.

“‘s not just that though. Yer better at this. Yer really helpin’ me.”

“didn’t sound like I was helping you earlier.”

“Nah, you were great, it jus’ hurt cause I hit the floor too hard, an’ then some random thing set off some shit in my skull. But it was better. Yer jus’ better at not… I dunno what’s diff’rent. Ya just… ‘s easier ta stay here when you do things, or ta come back. Ya take things easier an’ ya stop when ya think somethin’ might be wrong, an’ ya can’t catch everythin’ that way but it helps.”

“i didn’t help much. you couldn’t even hear me until you started to come out of it on your own.”

“Yeah, but then I did hear ya. Know what I’m used ta hearin’ when I come outta one a’ those? Nothin’, or machines beepin’, or some fucked up shit from the parts a’ my skull that weren’t ever s’posed ta see the light a day again. You think ya didn’t help? If I was still in the lab I’d still be tryna figure out if anythin’ that happened since whatever I was rememberin’ is even real, an’ probly be pretty convinced that it ain’t. This treatment thing’s fucked me up. I’m not complainin’ ‘cause I still say it’s worth it, but I didn’ think it’d be easy goin’ in and there’s nothin’ you c’n do ta make it easy now. What yer doin’s more’n I ever expected.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Not like he ever would have expected himself to be taking care of Twist, or anyone for that matter, but it’s still a little off-putting for Twist to say it.

“I didn’t mean it like that, darlin’. Meant it more ‘bout the treatment in general. When I was in that lab, I thought that was how it had ta be. Don’ get me wrong, it was still worth it, but I didn’t know how I was gonna get through this round, let alone all the rest. Then you come stormin’ ta the rescue an’ ‘fore I know it I’m home in my own bed an’ thinkin’ maybe I c’n actually get through this. An’ I know my head’s completely fucked an’ so’s my magic, an’ I don’ know if I’d normally say any’a this, but I jus’ ain’t got the energy ta care right now so I’m sayin’ it anyway.”

Again, Twist has left Cash speechless, so he lines up some pillows and blankets along the edge of the bed in hopes of keeping Twist in place and teleports back to the kitchen to rinse out the water bottle. Twist abandoning any effort at filtering anything he says is an unanticipated problem of staying with him. With that on top of Cash’s complete inability to be any kind of help, he really hopes Blackberry comes home soon. He’s just not equipped for this level of responsibility for someone’s wellbeing.

chapter 12

#twistfell papyrus #swaptwistfell papyrus #hurt/comfort #flashbacks #panic attacks #medical experimentation

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sidereal-fantasies · 5 years

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Mayhem Nights [Ateez Witch Hunter AU]

seven

Characters: Ateez, Reader

Category: Supernatural AU

Genre: Fantasy, Horror

WARNING(S): None for this chapter in particular.

Sunlight peeked through the windows and managed to disrupt [Name]’s slumber. Her eyes slowly peeled open and scanned the quiet room. With a groan, she pushed herself up and rubbed some of her late night dreams out of her eyes. Just then, a knock echoed from the door before it creaked open.

[[MORE]]

“Oh! Did I wake you up?” Seonghwa’s voice rang.

[Name] shook her head and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Seonghwa paused for a moment before he fully entered the room.

“Still, it looks like you’re trying to wake up. Hopefully, you had a good night’s sleep and your injury is a little better. Here, your friend dropped off the grimoire earlier this morning.”

Seonghwa made his way over and held out the book to a slightly bemused [Name]. She accepted the book with both hands before she placed it off to the side.

“Is... Yeri still here?” [Name] questioned.

“No. Is there something that you need from her?” Seonghwa responded.

[Name] parted her lips, but eventually closed her mouth and lowered her gaze to her feet. She gently shook her head and pushed herself to her feet before she waved Seonghwa out.

“I’ll wait for you outside. The others are already making their way to the training room,” Seonghwa mentioned with a soft smile.

[Name] watched as the door closed with a gentle click. Her chest deflated as she made her way over to the drawer in order to find some clothes for the day. Unfortunately, it seemed that the bitterness within her bones would linger just a little longer than she liked.

The training room was much larger than it appeared through the few windows. Walls were covered in various weaponry, all lined up neatly for anyone’s taking. The floors were mostly covered with black foam mats for safety purposes with the outer edges being left as bare black tile just to walk by. How this room went unnoticed during the hours of the night was beyond [Name]’s mind to comprehend as she wandered aimlessly about the expanse of the practice room.

“You have to be kidding me,” she murmured under her breath.

“Oh, but everything’s real.”

[Name] turned her attention towards Wooyoung who entered just a few seconds ago. He scanned the walls for a few moments. His hand then landed on a crossbow, handle clearly worn away from constant usage and practice. He then motioned for [Name] to follow him as he walked over to a small shooting range.

“I heard from Yeosang-hyung that you asked about the group’s experiences,” he mentioned.

[Name] managed to swallow a hard lump in her throat as she nodded her head.

“I did and it didn’t exactly go so well,” she answered.

A hearty chuckle bellowed from Wooyoung as he gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Yeosang is a hard one to crack. Trust me, I’ve known him for quite a few years now.”

[Name] could only force a smile as Yeosang’s dark expression flashed before her eyes.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he suddenly hexed you.”

[Name] opened her mouth to retort, but quickly pressed her lips together. That can’t be right, she thought. Shaking her head, she refocused on Wooyoung setting up his crossbow.

Suddenly, the air became too thick, too constricting for her as she observed the purple-haired male place the arrow in its place. His entire demeanor flipped, reflecting through a steady gaze and steady hands. Her own hands, unlike Wooyoung’s, trembled as her heartbeat grew louder with each beat. As Wooyoung raised the crossbow and peered down, something continuously changed within the supposedly bright hunter. He was taking his time, lining up the shot and relaxing into his stance before he pulled the trigger—Bullseye.

“You’re-”

One blink and suddenly two more arrows flew into the same center that the first arrow struck. Wooyoung pulled away just as the door opened. He looked back at [Name] as a large grin graced his features.

“Just relax. Maybe you’ll be lucky today.”

With a subtle wink of an eye, Wooyoung ran off and joined the others strolling in, leaving a rather defeated [Name] to contemplate her life decisions. Her heart immediately sunk as she clutched the book tighter. The impending doom she was about to face loomed closer with each step Hongjoong took. The corners of his mouth were turned upwards not in the sly way she had first perceived him in, but in a genuine, comforting manner as his eyes locked with hers. It was almost laughable to think about it since she knew she would have to give up the book after today’s training session.

“So, what are the rules?” she asked.

“We’ll have three rounds. You’ll pick one fighter and if he wins, you’ll be one step closer to keeping that grimoire away from our prying eyes,” Hongjoong explained.

“And if you win?”

A simper lit up Hongjoong’s sharp features. “If I win, we keep it and find out what’s in that grimoire.”

[Name] was unsure of what contents lied on the book. However, she was caught on the fact that this book was continuously being called a grimoire. Bemused as she may be, [Name]’s curiosity continued to grow.

“Jongho! Mingi!” Hongjoong called out.

Jongho and Mingi jogged over to Hongjoong and [Name]. Jongho was more average height with mocha brown hair, but there was no doubting that the boy diligently worked out. However, [Name] had only witnessed Mingi’s strength once.

“So, who’s your pick?” Hongjoong inquired.

[Name] furrowed her eyebrows as she exchanged glances with both hunters.

“My bet’s on Mingi,” [Name] announced. The taller male chuckled slightly.

“Please don’t expect much,” he joked as he headed towards the mat with Jongho.

The two circled carefully, Mingi. Jongho was the first to move on the offensive. Mingi immediately threw his hands up in defense and pushed a few punches off to the side before getting a firm grip on one of Jongho’s arms. [Name] leaned forward, heart pounding in her chest.

“Relax. The two are just messing around,” Hongjoong mused. However, [Name] couldn’t find it in herself to let the tension go.

She watched as the two broke away. Jongho shook out his wrist before resuming his stance again. Mingi remained steady, calm even. It surprised her still to see these two in a mock battle for their presence alone was intense. Burning like wildfire, it was as if the thrill of fighting brought their restless spirits alive. Jongho swooped in once more, landing a hard blow on Mingi’s forearm. [Name] couldn’t help but wince slightly as she realized there were definitely going to be a few bruises. Suddenly, Jongho was pinned on the ground with a harsh slam, arm behind his back as Mingi held him securely in place.

“Round one goes to you, [Name],” Hongjoong declared. [Name] simply shook her head before she turned back to the duo. Jongho stood up while Mingi brushed off the invisible dust on his and Jongho’s clothes.

“Are you guys okay?”

Both brawlers nodded their heads before they sunk back into their stances for the second round. This time, Mingi and Jongho wasted no time in trying to take the other to the ground. Jongho was surprisingly quick on his feet as he maneuvered around Mingi’s left swing. Immediately, the shorter male grabbed hold of Mingi’s forearm and pulled him over his shoulder with little to effort at all. Mingi crashed down on the mat with a loud slap.

“Sorry, hyung,” Jongho stated as he helped Mingi back up to his feet.

[Name] and Hongjoong exchanged glances. Shivers traveled down her spine and goosebumps tickled her skin. A shadow of doubt loomed over her shoulder now.

“Still good for round three, guys?”

Mingi and Jongho nodded before they returned to their starting positions.

“Let round three begin then,” Hongjoong stated.

And just like that. It was over in a flash. [Name] couldn’t believe her own eyes as she watched the youngest pin the taller male down on the mat.

“Weren’t you the one that taught Jongho how to fight like that?” San called out.

Mingi and Jongho stood up and dusted off their clothes once more before they approached the rest of the group.

“I did, but there’s some things I still didn’t know he already learned,” Mingi replied. “That, and the kid has so much strength within just his hands alone.”

[Name] was in shock, to say the least. Her wide eyes continued to travel between the group and the book in her hands. She was so sure that Mingi would win based on her faint memory from what she had witnessed during the attack the other day. So sure that secrets she didn’t even know would still be kept safe. So sure that she was blinded from the start.

“So it seems that book is our’s now, right?” San piped up.

“I mean- of course, but…” [Name] trailed off.

It was silent for a moment before Hongjoong placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll talk about it. Don’t worry at all.”

“Truth is, I know nothing more than you do,” [Name] admitted. A low hum echoed softly from Hongjoong as he cautiously placed his hand over one end of the book. “If that’s the case, then what’s your story?” he inquired.

[Name] rested one hand on the other end of the book and placed her chin on the palm of her free hand as she mulled over the tragic events leading up to her current situation. “It’s been a part of the family for a while, or so my mom told me. Can’t really explain that part since my parents are missing and a bunch of witches are after me. So, I’m not sure how they obtained in the first place.”

“Have you tried seeing what’s inside it?”

[Name] blinked as her gaze bored down into the worn cover of the book. It never occurred to her to even check what was inside it. All she had been concerned about was survival up until this point. A sudden curiosity bloomed as she pulled the book closer to her. The title was worn away and the few strings that kept the book closed were frayed. She began to thumb the pages, feeling the years of dust gradually come off on contact with her warm skin. It’s not a book, though, she thought. He called it a grimoire earlier for some odd reason.

“Grimoire, book of shadows, or whatever a witch may desire to call it depending on which direction they take up in their studies can hold many things. Spells, rituals, recipes, even mundane things like journal entries and simple records. Witches don’t just have spellbooks. These things are like guidelines. They hold secrets to someone’s life sometimes,” Hongjoong explained.

“If you still think I’m some witch infiltrating and waiting to take you guys out in your sleep, consider this the last time we’re talking about this book,” [Name] snapped suddenly.

Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow before he let a few chuckles escape. “Look, I’m just trying to look out for my team here. They’re my family, you know,” he answered honestly.

[Name] glanced down at the book once more before she slipped it back over to Hongjoong. The male looked down at it before he pulled it closer to himself. “I’ll hand it off to Yeosang if that’s okay with you. He knows a little more about this stuff than me.”

[Name] simply hummed in response, her gaze never leaving the book.

“Hongjoong,” she began. The blonde tilted his head as he waited for the [hair color] haired girl to continue. “I want to know more about this— Witch hunting, that is. If I can learn more, then maybe I can help more and find my parents. And I want you guys to help me with that because I think you guys are my best bet as of now. Is that okay to ask of you guys?” she asked.

Surprise flashed across Hongjoong’s features before one of the corners of his lips raised into a simper. “You’re holding back on something,” he noted. The slight twitch did not go unnoticed by Hongjoong as he prompted her to explain herself.

“I’m not holding back because I still can’t completely trust you guys, but because I can’t completely trust myself since the attack.”

A sigh left [Name] as Hongjoong picked up the grimoire and stood up from the chair.

“If I can pick up something from witch hunt, then maybe I can learn something about my family and why we had that book in the first place. Or, maybe I really am a witch.”

“And I’m sure one of our members would have already figured that out. I was just teasing you earlier,” Hongjoong chuckled. “Join the others. You’ve had enough stress on you already.”

[Name] was met with a softer smile and a pat on the shoulder. Slowly, but surely, her body eased as she stood up and began to make her way towards the door.

“Oh! [Name]! About your friend, Yeri—”

“It’s best to keep her out of most of this. She has her own worries,” [Name] interrupted as she opened the door. “Plus, she’s a scaredy cat when it comes to this stuff.”

Hongjoong opened his mouth, yet no words escaped. Instead, warm laughter slipped from his lips as he shook his head.

“You really care for her, don’t you?” Hongjoong assumed.

[Name] lowered her gaze towards the ground as the corners of her lips curled upwards into a content smile. She nodded her head.

“I trust her with my life.”

With that, Hongjoong watched as the door slowly closed with a small click. He understood too well how much care you could put in one person to keep them safe from the things that want to smother their light. It was a sacrifice, he noted. A sacrifice worth making if it meant to keep the people around you as happy as possible. Another fit of chuckles threatened to spill from the man as he picked up the grimoire. Peculiar, he thought as he recalled that [Name] had not once opened the grimoire since it has been in her possession. His own eagerness tempted him to fall for the desire to satisfy the doubts bubbling beneath his thoughts. So, Hongjoong opened the book. The yellow pages reeked of old ink and herbs, however, the black still bled brightly, as if it refused to fade with age.

Hongjoong scrunched his nose. The pungent scent was overwhelming, causing him to almost regret opening the grimoire in the first place. His eyes quickly scanned the pages in front of him. Contents such as spells, potions, and rituals were organized on one side while the owner of the book was boldly displayed on the other side. A loud slap echoed from the book as Hongjoong slammed it shut. He peered around frantically, as if waiting to catch a ghost behind him. His heart pounded harder and harder as the name continued to flash in front of his own eyes.

“This isn’t good at all…”

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selfcallednowhere · 4 years

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March 4, 2018, San Francisco, CA

I was really excited about this show, the second at the Fillmore in as many nights, because I knew they'd be changing the setlist up a fair amount, as they always do when they play more than one show in a row in the same place. I was even more excited when a bit before the show Flans posted on Facebook that there would be fifteen new songs, which was practically a full half of the show!

They opened with "Pencil Rain"--that one was definitely a surprise. I think the only time I've seen that song outside of the two Lincoln shows I've been to was at one of the Brooklyn New Year's Eve shows a few months before this. I don't think it's one of the absolute best songs on Lincoln, there are definitely other songs I'd rather see, but any song from that album is gonna be some degree of amazing, so it was definitely cool to see it.

Afterwards, Flans said that they know it's disappointing when bands play too many new songs (WRONG--or at least, wrong when the new songs in question are as fantastic as the ones on I Like Fun!), so when they said they were going to play a new song we should pretend it was our favorite song, and they will accept fake emotion.

They played "All Time What," then John said they should introduce the next song by talking about "what makes this song so this song-y."

The song was "Why Does the Sun Shine?", once again with JF singing and JL talking. The heat and light of the sun were caused by the nuclear reaction between "things made out of stuff, microscopic dust, the feelings that separate us, and death." (The last couple made it a very Linnellian list.) There was also some adorable spazziness from him.

After that Flans said half the show would be different than the night before and the other half would be "mind-numbingly the same." He said we'd see that the banter we thought was improvised wasn't (he was joking, but I did see them recycle some banter on this tour, to my slight disillusionment). Then John said that they wouldn't be playing the songs we came back for, and Flans said they were all about "delivering disappointment" and were like General Tso's chicken.

Then Flans said he'd just gotten Netflix and so has been watching a lot of Netflix, including a documentary he'd just watched about the czars. He said that also today "I went to a restaurant where everything was fried, because who wants to live forever?" and that he was "just living my vampire life." Then he said, "We have a day off in Eugene, because who would want a day off in San Francisco? And you wonder why we're bitter." Then he asked John, "How are your problems?" "My problems are awesome."

Next they played "Mammal," which was quite exciting, and then came the next episode in the continuing saga of "Will John Linnell ever manage to successfully sing 'Mrs. Bluebeard' without screwing up the lyrics somehow?" This time he managed to get very close to the end smoothly, and I was trying to somehow send him some sort of mental encouragement ("Almost there! I believe in you!"), but then he messed up the very end, siiiiigh. At this point I pretty much gave up and resigned myself to the fact that he was never going to manage to get it right.

Next they played "She's Actual Size." I've seen this song a ton, but outside of a couple of Apollo 18 shows in the past few years it's almost all been contained within the confines of the very very first shows I went to on the Mink Car tour, back when it featured the epic Dial-A-Drum-Solo bit with Dan Hickey, which made this another surprise. It is a good song both on the album and live, but I've never been a fan of part of the arrangement they've used all the times I've seen it, where towards the end it gets way slowed down and Flans is singing in falsetto and all that (I'm fine with his falsetto at other times, it just bugs me in this one specific instance). But up until that point seeing it was fun.

Next was "The Statue Got Me High," to my great disappointment on keyboard again, but this time I managed to push myself past that disappointment and still really dig the performance, which was good because it's very close to the top in my list of all-time most-beloved songs and I do want to actually be able to enjoy it.

After that John got his accordion on ("Oh now you do," I couldn't help thinking). He introduced the next song as being "one of our tired old songs." When they started playing I saw that was an assessment I most definitely would not agree with, as the song was another one of my all-time favs (it was in fact my favorite song way back when I started getting more deeply into TMBG when I was in high school): "Turn Around"! So I was thrilled about that, of course!

Next they played "When the Lights Come On," which remains my favorite of the new songs they've actually been doing live to see. Afterwards, Flans said that it was from their new album I Like Fun, "available on Bar/None records and tapes." Then he said they really do have it available on vinyl, and that the vinyl was made in the Czech Republic, which is where they make the good stuff. John said if you want "the flat ones that actually play" you have to go there. Then Flans said that records look like calendars, and then was joking about someone in the audience who made a noise like they thought that was "a cruel burn."

Next they played "The Mesopotamians." I'd actually managed to enjoy it the night before after feeling burned out on it for some time, but this time I felt sick of it again.

Afterwards, Flans pointed out that the Oscars were currently happening (I actually didn't know that until he said it--I don't pay much attention to that sort of thing), and that we were all "out of the loop about something that's going to be appalling everyone." Then he was talking about when they announced the wrong winner for Best Picture last year--"What a shitshow. That was the ultimate 'you had one job.'"

They played "This Microphone," and then another surprise that I was really excited to see: "Cyclops Rock"! That's one of my favs on Mink Car and it's totally kickass live (I am an eternal sucker for really high-energy rockin' Flansongs live), and it had popped up a couple of times at other shows I'd been to recently, but not much, so yeh it was a lot of fun.

Next they talked about how Dial-A-Song is back. Flans said some of the songs have had "startling" videos that have gotten Youtube comments just saying something like "Fuck." John said, "That's the response we've been hoping for for 35 years." Then he said his favorite comment they've received is "What sorcery is this?" He asked Flans if he objected to the "Fuck" cos it needed a parental advisory (this amused me cos Flans swears like crazy), and Flans said not at all.

Then they returned to the previous night's discussion of this Tony Robbins guy. Flans said, "He's not an evangelist cos he doesn't have a soul," and told us again that he'd just watched a "fake documentary" about him. John said their conversation wasn't accurately conveying how "completely crazy" he is. Flans said that he "uses disruptive language to break down barriers of communication," which basically means saying "fuck" to "someone who looks related to my great-aunt." John said that was disruptive, and Flans agreed that it was "like being slapped in the face is disruptive." Then John said that if they tried they could be "the Tony Robbins of rock bands."

They closed out the first set the same way they did the night before: "Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had a Deal" straight into "Birdhouse in Your Soul," which is seriously SO MUCH ROCKIN' OUT AT ONCE, it's almost too much.

The second set started with the Quiet Storm contra-alto clarinet version of "Older" like usual. Then Flans made Marty play part of some Phil Collins song again (or maybe it was a Genesis song and not him solo, I don't even know, I hate Phil Collins and did not recognize it).

They played "I Like Fun," and then Curt got out his euphonium. Flans said the euphonium is what they give you in band when you're too small to play the tuba, and John said euphonium isn't the real name of the instrument, it's a euphemism (a joke that made the word nerd in me happy).

So next they played "Shoehorn with Teeth," which is always a ton of fun live, and I really loved it on accordion (what, as opposed to all the songs I don't love on accordion?). Marty was playing some big bell, and Flans was trying to figure out what it was. Then, he said it wasn't what he thought it was, and he was just confused cos he was getting high from the pot people were smoking. John said it was particularly stinky pot (I'm reasonably bothered by the smell of pot just as a general rule, but I can confirm that whatever people were smoking here seemed to smell even worse than usual), and Flans said it's what they say is "the good stuff" on cop shows. Then John said something about a character played by Tony Roberts in Serpico, who's supposed to be the cool cop but isn't really. Then they were saying that their cultural references are going to be very specific now--they're only going to talk about him, Tony Robbins, Tom Robbins, and Tom Robinson.

Next they played "A Self Called Nowhere," and I know I'm writing some variation of "it was so incredibly special for me" in every single one of these reviews, but that's because it's always true. I know the first time is always going to be the most special time, just because it was the first and I'd been wanting this so intensely for such a long time, but something really great about the times I've seen it since the first couple is they've included Curt on trumpet (since he wasn't with them for the early part of the tour), and I always think he adds so much to the songs he appears on.

Next they played "How Can I Sing Like a Girl?" I saw that one on accordion a ton when they were doing it duo a lot on I think it was the Join Us tour, and it was great that way--I preferred it duo just cos my heart is now and forever all about duo stuff, but this arrangement was fantastic too.

Next they played "Istanbul," the duo version with them being really silly. During the part where Flans is saying "Take me back, please take me back," in falsetto and John's saying "Nooooo" in a really deep voice, John said "Even Tony Robbins says no" one of the times. Like the other times I've seen them do it duo on this tour, the full band came back for the crazy jam session at the end.

They played "Particle Man," then did another awesome big surprise song: "Dig My Grave"--GOD is that song fun live. (It's only just now occurring to me how many of the songs that I was happily surprised by during this run of shows are from Apollo 18, and having the thought that they would've needed to rehearse them for the Apollo 18 show they'd done the previous month, so that's probably why they were sprinklig them into the set here and there.) There were strobes during it, and afterwards Flans said they should've mentioned that there were strobes, but they'd forgotten, and John said that after there were strobes they couldn't remember anything (they'd had roughly the same exchange at the aforementioned Apollo 18 show). Flans said it was like how the kick drum gives you a heart attack, and then recessitates you, and John said Marty always has to play the kick drum an even number of times or they'll die. Flans said "Clear!" (all dramatically like they do on medical TV shows), and then said he doesn't even understand why they say that, and John said "I think that's a Scientology thing." Then Flans said maybe it's just a blessing.

They played "Wicked Little Critta" (as usual the best part about the song for me was watching the closeups of John's hands on his Kaoss Pad and keyboard that were being projected on the screen on the back of the stage--that's about the only time I actually like the screen being there, normally I just find it unpleasantly distracting), and then another big surprise song: the title track from that album. That stirred up a lot of Feelings for me, as it was the very first song they played at my very first show.

They played "I Left My Body," then Flans said that they'd someday figure out a way to do a three-night stand. He said they'd probably have to become a jam band. John said people didn't seem very enthusiastic, and Flans said they'd be drawing an entirely different crowd. John asked if people were yelling "Gross," but then he figured out that they were yelling about the Black Crowes, and Flans explained (like the day before) that there was a poster in their dressing room from a time they played five nights in a row here at the Fillmore and that the poster was "mocking" them.

Someone was yelling out for "Spider" and Flans said that they'd play it even though they're from New York, where the rule is you're not allowed to play requests. He said he'd gone to a sandwich shop where a woman asked the guy to heat up her sandwich and he said "We believe you'd prefer it cold." They actually did play it, but John looked so unenthusiastic when Flans said they were going to. But I mean he didn't really have much choice, he would've looked like a jerk if he'd refused to after Flans already said they were going to. Anyway it was an interesting version of the song, particularly since he played it on accordion (he just happened to already have it on for the following song).

The next song in question was "Subliminal," my reaction to which can be summed up by the "Oh fuck yes" that popped into my head as soon as they started playing it. As my friend Ant put it "That song is better live than it has any right to be," and it's another classic I've only seen a handful of times. I was disappointed by the lack of fake backwards singing at the end, but otherwise it was perfect.

Next they played "Let Me Tell You About My Operation" (my current fav Flansong and absolutely amazing live, so always a welcome addition to the set!). Then there were band intros and the main set wrapping up with "Doctor Worm."

The first encore started with "Spy." During the improv part (which is really what makes that song live), John was playing a sample I heard him employ at several other shows, but I'm not sure what the source is, it's just a woman singing "Now the night has gone."

Next they played "Fingertips," which I've always really loved live but I'm sorry to say I've been getting into burnout with it just recently due to overexposure. However, this particular performance did feature a notable variation: During "I Walk Along Darkened Corridors," Dan appeared up in the balcony and finished the song there! (He actually might've shown up there earlier than that, I'm not sure, but that was when I noticed him.)

The second encore started with "Ana Ng," so between that and "Everything Right is Wrong Again" the previous night I got both my tattoo songs in San Francisco. And they closed the show with "New York City."

So all in all this was a most excellent show. After my prior frustration on this trip with having no variation in the setlist between the first show and the second, it was really exciting to get so many different and exciting surprises between these two Fillmore shows.

The final and really not very exciting JL wardrobe report: the long-sleeved black shirt made another appearance.

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