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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Hiya! I'd like to be either ✨ or 💞 anon if that's okay <3 I was thinking just some general Technoblade X transmasc reader content? Like maybe Techno comes home one day and the reader is feeling a little dysphoric so he gives them lots of cuddles? He/they pronouns please! As a trans guy I'd really appreciate it <3

Yes. I will need to know which one you want more. For your anon symbol. Because I dont have any right now. So all is open.

Also yes to the technoblade ask. As a trans masc myself I feel like I would need this too. And all asks except for NSFW are welcome.

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Summary: reader is having a bad day of dysphoria and didnt want to bother techno due to the fact he has been busy.

C!Technoblade x transmasc! reader

Techno has been out and about lately. He's been having issues with security and people have been wanting to fight him more lately too. All to get to you and take you away from him.

Yet he was the one that listened. He was the one that protected you. He was the one that actually loved you. Ever since you were a child you two have known each other and you both were childhood sweethearts.

You stuck by him when the voices started. You promised you would stay until they ended too.

He even respected your pronouns after coming out. He still loved you. You were his boyfriend now.

You're now his prince. His handsome boy. His stud. His boo.

He doesnt care what you have called him all he cares is to make you feel happy and comfortable.

So when he walks into the snow covered cabin. Seeing you shift every other way just to get what looked like comfortable he felt his heart sink slightly.

Taking off the bloody Cape and resting his trusty sword into its locking case he walked up to the couch. Was someone rude to you? Did someone threaten you? Worse yet did someone hurt you.

Ruffling your hair he sniffed the air around you. Only to smell no blood. Good there were no physical wounds. You looked up to him.

His pink skin covered in fur. His thick mane of hair that was darker then his skin and fur. The tusks that poke out of his mouth. The golden crown.

Why couldnt you have that masculine of a build? It's all you thought of lately. Why couldnt you feel happy with where you were at right now.

Why couldnt you even make peace with it for now?

"My prince." His voice was rough.

Like you wanted yours to be.

"Is it a bad day that's making my prince grumpy or did someone say something?" You hummed lowly.

"Do you want cuddles? Hot coco? Coffee? Tea? Ice cream? Chocolate? Warm blanket? A story? To rant? Anything you want you can have it." His voice went from rough back to that smooth and comforting tone.

"Hot coco, ice cream, blanket, cuddles, and story." With his snout and lips pressing to you forehead he was quick to heat the milk up, grab a blanket, and the most recent book he was reading. Pouring two glasses of the hot chocolate he placed them on the coffee table. You were his safe place so he had to be yours.

Lifting you up he was quick to fall to the couch, you onto of his chest. The fire was lit, you and techno under a nice warm blanket, hot chocolate on the table cooking down. And techno picking up the book.

Pulling on his glasses he was fast to find the last words he left off on.

His voice felt soothing. His body warmed you fro. The outside in. "I just hate that I dont look manly." He stopped reading. "What?" He voice was deepening from anger.

"Who told you this?! You're one of the strongest, most manly man i have ever met! All the others a fucking pussies. You can take my down in a fight. You are the blood king and nothing will change that. Also if this is about your weight I love ever bit of you. Be there a bit of fluff or not."

His arms got tighter as he started to rant. Smiling slightly you burried your head into his fluffy neck.

"Now relax. Drink your hot coco and enjoy the book. I want you to be as relaxed as possible." What the hell would you do without him.

Yes sometimes comparing yourself to this blood god made you feel dysphoria but just knowing he saw you as only a man. His man. Even a king.

Blood king was a new one. But it made you feel better. He and his voices saw you as a king.

"You know the voices were absolutely correct. You are my blood king. The only type of monarchy I can love truly. One a king never not a king my love." Humming you hugged him a bit tighter.

Comfort. That was all you needed.

I'm gonna apologize for it being short. It was suppose to have CC! Techno too but I'm seperating them so I dont make you guys wait too long! So here is part 1 of technoblade x trans masc reader.

We also hit 200 followers. Nice.

Next is CC! Technoblade.

Eli out!!

#techno x reader #mcyt fluff #techno mcyt #mcyt #piglin techno #technoblade x reader #technoblade #dream smp techno #technoblade mcyt #dsmp techno

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t0shii · 3 years

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hi could i request kita, tendou, and mattsun and it’s your first time sleeping at their place and they find out you cant sleep in the dark and need to sleep with a night light?

% s/o who can't sleep in the dark

.! timeskip! kita, tendou, matsuwaka (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ mention of food in kita's, mention of rainstorm in tendou's, water drinking in mattsun's- not proofread.

.! hi! ty for the request <3 sorry u had to wait so long :(( (idk why these ended up to be so long)

kita

to say you were nervous to stay the night as your boyfriends place for the first time would be an understatement... your heart raced as kita placed your back on the ground to unlock the front door, "make yourself at home." he opens the door, "down there is the bathroom... and that's my room." he shows you around and you crack a joke about how clean his house is compared to your apartment. you both decide on a movie night with take out which he insisted you choose.

you yawn and rub your eyes as the third movie of the night ends. you'd been laying in between his legs, back pressed against his chest. you sit up and he follows, wrapping his arms around you and perching his chin on your shoulder, "sleepy? we can head to bed if you want." he mumbles into your neck before planting a kiss there, "mhm, let me change first though." you try standing up to reach your bag but his hold on you doesn't loosen, "i have clothes you can wear." he says bluntly, standing up and bringing you with him. he leads you to his room, rummages through his dresser and hands you a shirt and shorts, "these should fit, yeah? i'll leave so you can change."

you start to internally panic as you both settle into his bed, and he begins turning off every light in the room. suddenly theres only one bedside lamp illuminating the room, he reaches to turn it off and lays down, pulling your body against his which makes you giggle. "good night." he mumbles into your hair, "night." you sigh. 'maybe if you close your eyes you'll forget it's dark' you think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. thirty minutes pass you're still awake. you sigh, a little louder than intended, "y/n? are you still awake?" you mentally scold yourself, "yeah" he props himself up with his elbow; you angle your head back to look at him, "what's wrong?" the sleep in his voice evident. "well... uhm... i..." his eyes soften as he notices you becoming nervous and he cups your cheek with his free hand, "you can tell me angel."

you can help but lean into his touch "it's embarrassing" "not it's not" "okay well... i can't sleep in the dark. ever since i was a kid, i've never been able to." you can see eyebrows furrow from the small amount of moon light peeking through his curtains, "why didn't you tell me before i turned all the lights off?" he frowns, reaching over to turn the lamp on, relief filling your chest at the illuminated room. "because it's embarrassing." you mumble as he lays back down and pulls you against his chest again, "it's not embarrassing, baby, at least not to me. so no need to embarrassed, i won't judge you for i and besides, i don't mind sleeping with a light on." he places and kiss on your temple and you sleep well, secure and comfortable in his arms.

tendou

you'd been over to tendou's apartment plenty of times before and every time you made up some lame excuse for why you couldn't stay the night, "i need to feed my cat" "my clothes are still in the washer" literally anything to save you from the embarrassment of having to tell him you couldn't sleep in the dark. tonight was different though, with a storm passing over town and not looking like it's letting up any time soon, he wouldn't let you leave. "ten, i dont have any clothes here, my cat's by herself-" he cuts you off "babe, babe- you can wear something of mine if you want and i'm sure she'll be fine. she's a cat." he holds you firmly in your cuddling position on his couch. "fine." you grumble.

really, if he had to be honest, it hurt tendou's feelings a little bit that you were always against the idea of staying the night with him- but he had no choice but to celebrate this small victory and thank the rain storm, "it's for your safety, angel." he says proudly, placing a kiss on your cheek. you choose to ignore the nervous feeling creeping up your belly and rest your head back on his chest, "yeah yeah let's just continue with the show, i'm invested in the plot." "you mean the hot main characters?" "exactly... the plot." you giggle while he pretends to be offended. three hours later you find your eyelids getting heavier and heavier until you can barely keep them open and your boyfriend seems to take notice quickly.

"are you falling asleep on me? we haven't even finished season 3 yet." he mumbles and you let out a groan, "it's two in the morning, of course i'm getting sleepy." you rub your eyes, "i'm just giving you a hard time, babe. you're the one who wanted to stay up though but i guess we can go to bed now." you sit up and stands from his position on the couch and helps you up, "c'mon sleepy head, you can make it." he grins taking your hand and leading you to his room. he lets you sit on his bed while he looks through his dresser, "hmm is this shirt okay?" you nod as he hands you an old band shirt "i'll be right back." he leaves the room with his own change of clothes. once he's back you both lay down, "oh babe, i almost forgot, you wanna see something cool? he gets out of the bed and you respond with an "mhm" as he begins to turn all the lights off, a familiar nervousness creeping up your belly as the room gets darker and darker.

"okay okay, so i don't sleep well in pitch dark but the lamp is just too much light so i got this-" he plugs in a small object into the wall, stars illuminate his bedroom ceiling as well as your other surroundings and he smiles wide, "see it makes stars, theres a moving option too but i don't really like it that much. oh, and don't make fun of me." he says seriously, sliding back into bed with you, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, "well i can't make fun of you for that, satori." "i was just hoping you wouldn't, honestly." he chuckles. "babe, do you wanna know i always avoided staying the night here?" you ask, ready to confess your secret. "i didn't wanna force it out of you but now that you're ready, yes." you both turn your heads to look at each other. "the truth is, i was embarrassed because i also cant sleep in the dark, been that way for as long as i can remember. but i'm glad theres someone i can relate to." "how ironic" he mumbles, placing his face into the crook of your neck. you sleep like a baby in his arms that night.

matsuwaka

you were over at issei's place so he could help you study for an exam coming up, honestly you didn't want to stay as late as you did and when the both of you finally noticed the time he just wouldn't let you leave. "c'mon baby, it's too late. it would be irresponsible of me to let you go home now, i don't mind you staying the night." he hugs you tight like you'll disappear if he lets go, face buried in the crook of your neck. you sigh in defeat, "okay fine." his head perks up as you say it and he smiles at you, "i can get you something to sleep in if you want."

that's how you got in this situation, awake hours after your boyfriend had already fallen asleep. finally after two hours of laying in the dark listening to his snores, you sigh quietly, slipping out of his loose embrace and tip toeing your way to his kitchen to get a glass of water and sat at the dining table. you'd been sitting there for about thirty minutes before you heard the bedroom door creak open and heavy, rushed footsteps make their way towards you. "y/n?" you recognize a panic in your boyfriend's groggy voice, "i'm in here." you croak out hearing a sigh of relief escape his lips once he sees you. you look up at him, his hair was an absolute curly mess and his eye lids were droopier than they already were, he was obviously still half asleep. "y/n there you are. he sits in a chair next to you, "you scared me, i woke up and you were gone. i thought you left." he leans his head on your shoulder, "sorry." you mumble, bringing a hand up to run through his hair a few times resulting in a groan from the man.

"'s okay, how long have you been awake?" "hmm about two and a half hours now." you reply honestly, "what? baby, why didn't you wake me up?" he raises his head and you both turn to look at each other, "you were tired, issei-" he interrupts you, "so? you shouldn't have had to be awake by yourself." "it's fine, i knew it was gonna happen, i knew i wouldn't be able to sleep" "why's that?" you sigh, internally scolding yourself for the hole you've dug yourself into. "i... i cant sleep in the dark." he looks at you for a moment, "that's all? that's what kept you up this whole time?" he asks and you nod. mattsun can't help the grin that makes his way onto his lips, "baby, you should've just told me, i could've kept a light on for you." "no- look i shouldn't have told you now you'll think i'm immature." you mumble, looking away from him. "no no baby, it's totally normal, honestly and i don't think any less of you. i just wish you would've told me sooner because then we'd both be sleeping right now. he hugs you before standing the both of you up, "c'mon we're going to bed." he grabs your glass and leads you back to his bed. you sleep in his embrace, table lamp illuminating the room the rest of the night.

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d0llpie · 3 years

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prompt 16 ;; in your req rules you said this was okay so i hope its fine :,) could i have oikawa, iwaizumi and tsukishima finding their s/o's fresh (or old if you prefer) sh scars? the way it ends should be fluff lol, im only asking because this would bring me comfort </3 either way i love your writing ur amazing<3

Self Harm Comfort

oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, tsukkishima x reader

Warnings: self harm mention, blood mention, this topic is very triggering so please do not read if uncomfortable, i add tags that can be blacklisted for this topic !

a/n: hi love, i hope this brought you some comfort, my messages are always open, have a beautiful day <333

prompt: “i know i’m not what you signed up for”

wc: 1.9k

Oikawa

~ You hadn’t been dating Oikawa very long, he never questioned why you always wore long sleeves and honestly he didn’t think much of it

~ You were proud to say that you hadn’t self harmed since your relationship had begun, he was always doting and caring while also being fun and a distraction for you. You loved him with all your heart and knew he loved you too

~ You knew you couldn’t hide them from him forever but you didn’t realise he was coming over to surprise you, wanting to take you on a date

You’d been in your head all day, you couldn’t help it, your thoughts spiraled and you were back in that dark place you’d been so happy to be out of for so long. You hated that you resorted to this but coping this way became to familiar that before you knew it, you found yourself on the bathroom floor, blade in one hand and bloody tissues in the other. Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you stared blankly ahead of you, you didn’t feel any better, your thoughts turning to tooru, what would he think? This only made your tears come out faster, shame creeping up on you, your thoughts spiraling darker and deeper until you were stuck overthinking and rolling your sleeve higher.

You didn’t hear Oikawa open the door or walk towards the bathroom, you did hear his gasp in the door frame as he dropped to his knees in front of you, cradling you in his arms, wetting your shirt with his own tears. “Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? What happened? What are you doing?” you were too shocked to answer, scared that this was the end of your relationship and you’d be trapped again with your thoughts, alone. “i-“ you tried to speak but it came out in a choked sob and Oikawa shushed you, pulling you to sit on the edge of the bathtub while he fetched your med kit. He was silent cleaning your wounds, occasional sniffles let out which only make you overthink even more. Once he bandaged your arm you held his wrist still.

“Tooru i wanted to tell you, i hadn’t done this since before we started dating, i’ve been doing well i dont know what happened and i know i’m not what you signed up for, i’m sorry i’m really sorry it’s just-“ “you are exactly what i signed up for. I want you, all of you, i just wish you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me, this scares me y/n, i need you and i’m sorry that i was to ignorant to realise how you were feeling..” you cupped his cheek “no tooru baby you don’t need to apologise..” “you don’t need to either y/n, i’m going to help you, please tell me when you feel like this...i don’t know what to do but i’m not leaving. i’m staying right beside you okay?” you nodded, tearing up again and burying your face in his chest “why are you crying my love?” you lifted your head, pressing your lips against his slowly “i love you tooru, i’m s-“ “don’t you dare apologise, i love you too.” you giggled softly, sniffling before returning back to his chest.

“C’mon y/n, let’s watch your favourite movie and i’ll let you braid my hair to distract you hmm?” you smiled up at him, you both looked a mess, red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks but you were there in each other’s arms, safe and in love.

Iwaizumi

~ Iwaizumis love language was touch, it reassured him to feel you against him and showed you how much he loved you when he would absentmindedly trace patterns on your skin

~ He always had to have some form of physical contact with you, holding pinkies in crowded spaces, holding your hips while talking to people

~ It shouldn’t have surprised you that he’d eventually feel them

He’d had a long day, the team wasn’t listening to him and all he wanted to do was come home and fall asleep on your chest while you played with his hair. He hated staying late training the team but he knew you were going to be there tonight, waiting for him to come home. It was so domestic, coming back to see you in his apartment, wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers, the thought kept him going throughout the day and drive home.

Iwa was coming come home late again so you decided to take a shower and head to bed, you got out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body as you made your way into the bedroom to grab one of iwas hoodies. Iwaizumi walked into the bedroom to see you in just a towel, he smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you, breathing in deeply. You froze underneath him, did he see? would he think you were weak? disgusting? you tried calming your breathing but Iwaizumi obviously noticed your state and stepped back, running his hands over your shoulders and down your arms “what’s wrong?” he froze when his arms reached your forearms, running his fingers over the raised flesh so he knew he wasn’t imagining it. Your breathing only sped up, your throat felt like it was constricting. “y/n...” he was angry, not at you, at himself. You’d been together for so long and he never realised? He used to find the fact that you only wore oversized hoodies adorable, seeing you drown in the material warmed his heart, now it made him sick. Did you not want him to see? Did you not trust him? Why didn’t he notice?

“Ouch Haji..” your squeak shook him out of his thoughts and he released your wrists, not realising how tight his grip was getting. He then noticed your wide eyes and shallow breaths and realised you were having a panic attack “y/n-shit. i’m so sorry here, breathe with me baby okay?” he held your hands and led your breathing until you calmed down. You changed into one of his shirts and some shorts before sitting next to him on the bed. “Baby, please tell me none of those are new.” he pulled you onto him so you were sitting on him “they aren’t, i was going to tell you i was just...ashamed? i’m not sure it’s complicated, i know i’m not what you signed up for..” he held your arm out gently, tracing the scars with his fingers before pressing your wrist against his lips. He kissed along each of your scars, mumbling how much he loved you while a few stray tears escaped his eyes.

“If you ever feel that way again, i want you to tell me first okay? I love you, you’re so strong and beautiful, you’re my home okay? i need you and i want you to be able to rely on me too.” you nodded before kissing him, smiling against his lips “thank you haji” you began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and he nuzzled his face into your neck, picking you up and lying you down fully under the covers “you don’t have to hide them around me y’know” you hummed, playing with his hair, kissing his forehead as he peppered kisses along your jaw “goodnight haji”.

Tsukkishima

~ you don’t know what exactly led you to feeling this way again, but you were back to feeling numb, wanting more than anything to feel

~ although you knew better, you still made you way to the bathroom, blade in hand like you were on autopilot

~ you hadn’t told tsukkishima yet, too afraid of what he’d say, what he’d do. He was rarely serious as it was and you didn’t feel the need to burden him with this

Tsukkishima wasn’t dumb. He was smart, he noticed when you were uncomfortable in public and would take you out of there without you needing to express your discomfort. He noticed advertisements for that show you mentioned a few weeks ago on the back of a bus. He noticed the clothes you wore and how you fiddled with the edges of your sleeves. He noticed the empty look behind your eyes sometimes and the fake smiles you’d send his way when he asked if you were feeling okay. He hated it. He felt so powerless, he wasn’t certain but he was almost positive and he wanted to help you but he didn’t know how.

You weren’t answering your phone so Tsukki let himself inside, making his way up to your room only to see your phone on your bed but you nowhere to be found. He walked down the hallway and noticed the light on in the bathroom.

You looked up from the floor, hearing a knock on the bathroom door. “Yes? I’m in here.” your heart leapt into your throat when the door knob started rattling and you quickly sat against the door. “Y/N? move, what are you doing on the floor?” You froze at the sound of Keis voice “Kei? what are you doing here?” you tried to push harder against the door but he pushed it far enough to let himself into the bathroom. You had rolled your sleeves back down but he saw the bloodied blade on the counter. “Take off the jacket” you rolled your eyes “I’m not in the mood right now Kei” he moved towards you “y/n.” the sad tone in his voice made your lip quiver, he knew. You slowly took your jacket off and looked away from him as you started to tear up “i know i’m not what you signed up for but please-“”dumbass, why didn’t you tell me...” you looked up at him to find him staring at the cuts, you tried to speak but you couldn’t.

Tsukki moved to the medicine cabinet and took out some bandages and alcohol wipes, cleaning and dressing the wounds while you cried softly. “y/n, i’m not leaving okay? you don’t need to cry, i’m here.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged your waist, burying his nose in your hair. “Kei i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i just didn’t want you to break up with me..” “i’ve known for a while now, i’m not mad but i will be if you feel like this again and don’t tell me. I’m you boyfriend, you’re one of the few people i can stand and i’m not gonna have you thinking i don’t care okay?” you nodded at him, burying your face in his chest “i love you kei, i promise i’ll talk to you more..” he rubbed your back soothingly “good, dumbass. i love you too..”

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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.

————

(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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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x male reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #class 1 a x reader #x male reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Ah right sorry! I dont know how but my brain was like 'yes discord is exists in minecraft'- Yes of course I dont mind! You can do whatever you want with the request :) Good im happy to hear that! And Thank you!

Original Request: Could I request a shy and quiet reader forgetting they're on a discord call and starts to sing a song that they are listening to? and whoever is on call with them joins in? maybe with Tommy, Wilbur and some other characters you want to write for :)

Remember to eat and drink water!

Secret Singing - Reader Insert

Pairings: none stated but can be read as Wilbur x Reader

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Jack Manifold

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Wilbur was busy, but not busy enough to help Y/N set up their workspace at their favorite spot! Going off to fulfill his own errands only to come back to a nice and beautiful tune in the air.

Words count: 2125

Authors Note: Lmao you are valid, I mean after all skype is canon in the dsmp 💔 Skype my abhorred 💔

Also adhd went brrr again, I tried looking over it a ton but there might still be a few mistakes!

“Oh, wow! Need any help with that, Y/N? That’s a lot of wool you got there!” Wilbur was running through L’Manberg to deal with some errands but stopped in his tracks, having to do a double take as he just saw a mountain of blue wool on legs walk towards his direction. Only then did he notice that it was Y/N who was holding on to a basket with the wool in their arms.

With a concentrated expression Y/N turned around a bit so they could look at him. Pieces of loose wool was laying in their hair or was stuck on their flushed face “Oh! Didn’t see you there! And it’s alright! I’m just getting it over to my bench!”

With their bench they meant the wooden bench they set up themself next to a small pond. They loved working close by it hence the bench to make it a bit more comfortable. It was also still a minute or two off and with the way Y/N was already struggling with the basket, Wilbur couldn’t just stand and watch. How could he hope to be a proper president when he didn’t help people who clearly needed it?

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face, stepping closer to grab the basket from them “Nope, let me help you. Not taking no for an answer.”

Y/N let out a few weak protests but ended up just pushing it into his arms, not wanting to accidentally spill the freshly treated wool unto the ground.

“Hey, um, be- bend down a little, Wil.” their voice weak and wavering like usual. Their shyness getting ahold of them again.

Not even thinking about why they asked this of him, he obliged. They then scoped up the top of the soft mountain so Wilbur had actually a chance to look across. He might be tall but that didn’t help when you held something big in your own arms.

With a soft satisfied smile they begun moving again and for a second Wilbur just stared as he readjusted his grip on the surprisingly heavy basket that Y/N probably made themself. Following after them and making sure that no stray pieces of wool would fall off.

“So, what’s all the blue wool for?” he asked.

For some reason this seemed to amuse Y/N “Well, a lot of our clothes use blue wool. The flag as well! I need some blue thread to either stitch some more flags down on clothing or when repairing them. Same for the flags flying about. General stitching. Besides can’t hurt to have some extra, might even sell some!”

In hindsight this made sense. When this whole L’Manberg situation started out Y/N offered to help stitch together their torn clothes. Over time they got really good at it and nowadays they have kind of turned into the resident seamstress.

Wilbur once apologized for pushing them into this profession only for them to vehemently shake their head “No! It’s fine! I- I enjoy it! It, uh, it also gives me something else to do than worry about our existence.”

He couldn’t argue with that. It was something that he lacked. Everything he did was dedicated to this new nation after all and he would lie, and he did, if this didn’t take a bit of a toll on him sometimes.

Once they arrived at the bench, Wilbur softly placed down the wool next to the seating area as Y/N carefully returned the extra wool back on top. They then sat down on the bench while taking out their tools out of their inventory to turn the wool into yarn or thread.

It wasn’t unusual finding them working here, especially when the weather was playing nice. Often enough sitting together with other people in sometimes comfortable silence or happy chatter. Either making thread, stitching or whatever work they had to do and could do outside.

“Thank you, Wilbur! I’m sure you are busy so I won’t keep you longer but you are welcome to join me if you are done with work before me.”

Wilbur picked some of the stray wool off his uniform and sighed, not particularly looking forward to the work “Yeah. I’ll come around if I can. I’m going to meet up with Tommy in a bit so he might join as well, not sure though.”

Y/N nervously chuckled “Yeah, don’t worry. I know.”

They then begun to set up their tools to start working. Not even looking after Wilbur who begun walking off again in a snail’s pace. He really wasn’t looking forward to his work at the moment but alas it was very important.

It took a bit, but he soon arrived at the building he and Tommy set up as something of a headquarter. It was basically just a room covered in maps, scrapped ideas, plans and a few weapon and armor pieces.

Tommy was already waiting inside for him. He looked a bit annoyed with his arms in front of his chest. Before he could complain to him though Wilbur already threw his arm around Tommy and led him to his latest sketched out plan for L’Manburg. Trying to distract him with work.

They were mostly discussing how to ensure the safety of the new nation and how to create a functioning system inside that would ensure that everything inside would move along smoothly.

Hours passed as they schemed and begun setting a few safety measures up or helped the residents of L’Manberg where they could. Jack Manifold later joined them as well. Helping and even offering ideas of his own to incorporate.

“I think that is all we can do for today. I’m getting seriously tired.” Jack sighed, cleaning the dust off his hands on his own clothes.

“You’re going home?” Tommy asked.

Jack crossed his arms, his eyes wandered off to the side behind his mismatched glasses as he thought for a second “Mh, I was hoping we could hang a bit, you know, outside of work. Haven’t done that in a while.”

“Oh! I promised to maybe spend some time with Y/N if they are still at their pond!” Wilbur suddenly exclaimed, remembering the exchange from a few hours ago.

A happy smile appeared on Jack’s face “Let’s go together then! I haven’t seen them in a while, and it’s been even longer that I hung out with them while they worked. It’s always very calming for some reason.” The last part he muttered but Wilbur caught it.

He wasn’t the only one who thought like this. Most of the people in L’Manberg were drawn to them especially in this chaotic time. It was nice having someone like that around.

“Guess I’ll come with you.” Tommy suddenly exclaimed, pulling Wilbur back out of his thoughts.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why not. I need to ask them to look at my coat anyhow.”

With that the group begun moving, it was slowly getting darker, but it was still warm outside, so if they were lucky, Y/N was still out.

They were chatting about what they were planning to do next or in Jack’s and Tommy’s case what they have been up to only for them to get interrupted by a tune that the wind carried over to them.

A bit surprised Wilbur looked at the others, hoping to see if they too hear it and true enough, they seemed to be just as surprised as them. Someone was singing but he has never heard a voice like this.

Frankly, it was beautiful.

The tune was sounding sad and yet the lyrics that accompanied it were hopeful. Wishing for peace in a time of turmoil. Promises of a better time filled with a deep love via the voice.

It was a song that none of them ever have ever heard. An original song perhaps?

But what really surprised them was from what direction the music came from.

It came from the pond. From Y/N’s bench.

Almost as if they were worried to scare away a wild animal, they begun to sneak towards said pond. Staying off the path and taking a wild berth. Hiding behind the trees, trying to avoid that if their hunch were right, that Y/N wouldn’t see them approaching.

Wilbur pressed his index finger against his pursed lips as they got closer, motioning for the others to keep quiet. To which Tommy just rolled his eyes, seeing how this was obvious.

Jack slowly moved around the tree and there he saw it.

Y/N was sitting on the bench, their legs crossed with a piece of fabric in their hands that they seemed to stich another L’Manburg flag into. Slowly moving their head from one side to the next to the rhythm of the song.

Wilbur followed suit, using his superior height to peak his head out above Jack while Tommy crouched down to do the same.

They were still intently staring at their handiwork, pushing the nail and thread into the cloth only to pull it out again. Their mouth turned into a happy little smile as they sang this hopefully hymn.

“Wow, I didn’t think they could sing like that.” Jack whispered, looking up to Wilbur.

He nodded, his eyes continuing to rest on Y/N’s happy expression “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

“I guess it’s fine.” Tommy just whispered back. Of course, he still had to put on his cool dude persona.

Wilbur flicked Tommy’s head “Just say for once what you really think!” He still made sure to keep his voice down, not having heard enough of the song and Y/N’s voice yet.

Tommy scowled and jumped back so he was standing at his full height again “What do you mean? I say what I think! The hell are you talking about!” He tried to keep his voice down but at the end he got louder which made Wilbur panic and clasp his hand around Tommy’s mouth.

Though Tommy saw this coming and dodged out of the way by ducking, resulting in Wilbur to fall over. Crashing into Tommy and pushing him onto the ground, both of them letting out a startled yell.

The singing immediately stopped.

“Ah! Look what you have done!” Jack whined, helping the two reluctantly up.

“Well, if Tommy would have shut his mouth!”

“You attacked me!”

“I did not! I was trying to shut you up!”

“Guys?” a soft and unsure voice broke through their argument.

All three men slowly turned around to see Y/N clutching the piece of cloth they had been working on close to their chest. Avoiding any eye contact. Their face covered in a deep blush. Chewing on their lower lip.

“Are you okay? I- I heard a thud and- I just- I wanted to make sure-“ they stammered.

Tommy seemed to be confused at that “What? No. You were singing though, right Y/N?” Getting straight to the point apparently.

“Tommy!” Both Jack and Wilbur yelled out in outrage.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and they moved the cloth up to their face. Effectively hiding behind it “No. I- uh. I’m sorry?”

“What are you sorry for? Your voice is amazing! Why haven’t you told us you can sing?” Wilbur stepped closer. His eyes wide as well but in amazement.

Though Y/N seemed to cower down even more the closer he got “Because- Because I can’t. Please just forget about it.”

Wilbur wanted to know more, hear more of their singing but they seemed panicked. Hiding away and trying to clearly get out of the situation and he had to take a step back. Guilt welling up in him.

“I’m sorry. We just heard your song, and it was beautiful. I have never heard this song. I guess we got enamored by it especially since your singing was really amazing.”

Jack put his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder and pushed him back a few steps “Come on let’s drop it. They are clearly uncomfortable. I’m sorry Y/N.” He then begun pulling Wilbur along, grabbing Tommy in the process as well who just yanked his arm away from him stating he could walk good enough on his own.

“Wilbur?”

He immediately turned around again to see the nervous Y/N with a determined expression on their face. The cloth now back down.

“The song! I mean, uh, my parent taught me that song when I was a child. Apparently, they wrote it.”

“It’s a really beautiful one. Your parent must be very talented. If you feel ever more comfortable enough I would love to hear the full song.”

Y/N took a deep breath in “I know how to play it on guitar and keyboard? I could, uh, you know. Teach it to you?”

Wilbur’s smile returned to his face “Sounds like a plan.”

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x Y/N #mcyt reader insert #dsmp reader insert #dsmp x Y/N #dream smp reader insert #dream smp x Y/N #wilbur soot x Y/N #ramza writes #anon request

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ncssian · 3 years

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if i can’t have love, i want power (i)

a concept fic about nesta’s descent into darkness where each part is based off a different song from halsey’s latest album, IICHLIWP. set in an arthurian/medieval-inspired au b/c canonverse is lame.

tw: mentions of depression and suicidal thinking

Part One: The Lighthouse

“Have you heard? A third man was found dead on the shores of Westmoor during patrols last evening.”

Rhysand held out his goblet to let Feyre fill it, but her hands had paused on the pitcher at hearing this new information. “Really?” Her eyes widened. “Who was it this time?”

“A knight in training named Bellius,” Cassian grunted somberly, confirming the news for the rest of the table. The women had yet to hear it, of course. The women were always the last to know things in the kingdom of Velaris, despite all of them currently sitting around Rhysand’s round table as equals. There was Feyre, Mor, Amren, Elain, and—

“Did you see anything of this, Nesta?” Feyre said as she spun to her eldest sister, who sat beside her husband Cassian at the table. “I know you frequent those islands often.”

The Westmoor cliffs led down to a very thin strip of beach that Nesta often liked to take walks on, despite the cragged rocks and risk of high tide sweeping her out into the ocean. Cassian hated the danger it posed to her, though he could hardly stop her from going every day.

Nesta’s favorite part about the beach had nothing to do with the beach itself: when the tides pulled back, they revealed a path of black rocks that led out to even more islands of slippery rock jutting out of the water. The islands had a radius of no more than six feet, and yet when she stood atop those jagged boulders with her bare feet, she might as well have been standing on a new continent. So wondrously removed from life was Westmoor’s shore.

In response to Feyre’s question, Nesta lifted one graceful shoulder in a shrug. “There were no dead bodies on any of my walks, I’m afraid.”

No one that had been dead yet.

She didn’t know how or when it first started. Whether it was from almost being drowned by a kelpie, or being rescued by the Devil himself… or maybe it started long before then, when she first said “I do” on an altar across from Cassian.

She didn’t know when this rage had started.

The kelpie had revealed how truly weak she was, that night she almost drowned at the bottom of the ocean. No one would come to save her, because she had left that palace with the intent to die. Only when she was struggling under liters of water, fending off claws and sharp teeth with nothing but her frail limbs, did she decide that she wanted to live.

Her wish had been sent out into the depths of the black waters, and the Devil had answered.

Arms of corded muscle and bronzed skin had dragged her away from the beast, up onto the rocky outcropping. Gleaming hair of gold was haloed by moonlight, and a secretive smile sealed Nesta’s wish with a kiss.

Not only had she lived, but she had returned to life. That night, the endless cloud of fog she’d been living in had been brushed aside like cobwebs, replaced by something hotter. Darker. Like magma flowing beneath the crust of the earth.

To this day, her lips tingled with her savior’s kiss. Not in a romantic or sensual way, but in a way that let her know— whatever promise she had made with the Devil, he was still reaping it.

Bellius had deserved it, though. He’d deserved being chained to those rocks, gasping for breath as the tides grew higher, until eventually his head could no longer peek above the waves. So had the two men who’d come before him, Beron and Tomas.

Nesta sighed aloud, poking her fork at the roasted pheasant on her dinner plate. “What a shame for Westmoor to have to witness such brutality.”

She felt a gauntlet-covered hand on her thigh, and turned to find Cassian’s face hardened into serious lines. “Don’t go for any more walks on the beach,” he pleaded with her. “Not until we find whoever is doing this and put a stop to him.”

Nesta looked into his earnest eyes that held such deep care for her, and only offered a bland smile of agreement. “Of course, my love.”

wrote this in like twenty minutes so dont take it too seriously. we’ll see how far i get with this but i dont consider it an “official” fic lol

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punzz · 3 years

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sapnap — fair date.

PAIRING: sapnap x reader

PRONOUNS: any !

SCENARIO: sappynappy invites you to a new fair with dream and george just to spend more time with you :]

WARNINGS: none at all!

— 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 rang from beside me on my bedside table. I groaned and rubbed my eyes before pressing the green button, instantly wincing from the loud mouth on the other line of the call.

"Y/NNNNNN!!" Shouted Sapnap.

I raised a brow, "What is it? You woke me up for what?"

"Well, theres a new fair an hour away from where we live and i'm wondering if you would wanna go together with Me, Dream and George while he's here with you?" I thought about it for a little while before agreeing to his offer.

I mean, it saves me sitting in the apartment with hardly anything to do for the day and i could spend some more time with him so i'm happy.

I got up after ending the phone call, a smile growing on my face as i saw a text pop up, 'See you in half an hour<3'.

I quickly threw on some on some of my favourite comfy clothes before sorting out my hair and as soon as i was done, i heard a knock on my door, cliche right?

I open the door and smile when i see the three males stood outside, "Hey! You ready to go?" Dream asks as I nod in response, making sure i have everything before walking out to his car, getting in the back seat with Sapnap, a soft blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"How have you all been?" I ask them, making some small talk before i noticed in the front that George had fell asleep, his head on the window beside him as Dream just shook his head, “He never learns that he’ll get a bad neck.” He mumbled.

Sapnap laughed it off, “Just leave him be Dream, let him learn his lesson this time before he gets on all of those rides you’re probably going to drag him on.”

Before long, we all reached the fair and it was pretty nice for a new upcoming one if i was honest. It had loads of rides, more than the one thats at the usual fair i used to go to when i was a kid but i wasn't complaining, it looked super cool but one thing that caught my eye was the mini arcade room.

George raised a brow at me, "Are you going over there? We could split up, i go with Dream and you go with Sap," He said to me as i nodded, smiling and intertwining me and Sapnap’s arms together, "Lets go here if you want to.. uh, if you don't then theres the ghost train over there if you like that sort of thing?"

"You're so glad Karl isn't here because he would be taking us on that ghost train and other horror rides every single minute straight after it is finished.." The taller latter groaned, shaking his head at the thought but he smiled down at you, "Lets go to the arcades but one condition, i pay okay? It's my treat for waking you up out of your beauty sleep as they say."

"Well, i'm not going to say anything to that so thank you SappyNappy, that means a lot!" You smile and head over to the arcade, sitting on one of the stools and watching as he wanted to play a shooting game which wasn't that unusual for him.

You two played those sort of games all the time after he finished playing minecraft with the boys.

You felt your heart race as Sapnap side glanced at you, giving you a smirk as he moved his head down a little, motioning to all the tickets that was currently come out of the machine.

"Do you think we will get enough to get the same vlog gun as TommyInnit? Is that really possible?" You bite your lip jokingly, Sap raising his brows and chuckling, "Maybe it is, we can just flex on him with it so he can stop sending me so many pictures and titling them 'Can't wait to fight you with this'."

The day continued until it started getting darker and finally, you, george, dream and sapnap gathered back together and huddled into the car.

You were sitting in the front this time with Dream, just having a small conversation with him about youtube and what he would be doing for the smp, future streams, etc.

You smiled softly, listening in and agreeing with the amazing ideas he had came up with for any challenges and manhunts people had yet to see and it amazed you how his brain could work like this.

It felt like forever the two of you were talking but you were finally home and you felt sad that you had to leave everyone until god knows when.

"I'll walk you to your room, dont want anything happening to you," Sap mumbles to you, you nod and thank him for the kind gesture, walking to your apartment door.

You got your keys out and unlocked the door, turning around and looking at the taller male stood in front of you.

"Thank you so much for today, it was absolutely amazing, i enjoyed myself but i don't know when we will even be able to do this again." You smile sadly, running a hand through your hair as Sapnap nodded, "Agreed, if you're free tomorrow we could do this again.. just you and me?"

You nodded at that, "I would love that!" You smile and stand on your toes, leaning to the males cheek and giving him a soft kiss there which made him blush a very dark red, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too y/n, stay safe!"

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warrior-angel · 3 years

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Blood shot

Summary: Someone who knows the lie will also Know the truth. Sam doesn't wanna watch you destroy yourself so you find another way to change his mind but is it really his mind you're changing?

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3K

Character: Sam Winchester X Reader, little bit of Dean. Alex (OMC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys) Blood!, Age gap ( Reader is 19, Sam is about 36) choking, fluff, language.

Note: I have never written smut and I have no clue how to work with warnings, so please bare with me.

➳ All mistakes are my own!

The first time it happened you were drunk, the guy was right there and he was overing telling you it would make you feel good and in that moment you just wanted to forget your day so you said yes, you drank it. The rush of it lasted for days and the next weekend you were back at the same bar asking for another hit. A shot every week turned into every day and you couldn't go without The rush, the blood pumping through your veins, it all made you feel stronger than you ever thought was possible.

You never thought you would lose yourself to an addiction but here you were. It's a Friday night and you are standing in the back alley of a bar having sneaked away from your dad and your uncle so you could meet your friend who was once again late. You didn't like admitting it but these Friday night meet ups scared you, your dad or your uncle could come looking for you and they couldn't know, nobody could know because even though it felt good you knew it was wrong.

It took for what felt like hours before you finally saw a shadow walking into your direction. He lifted his face and you signed with relief seeing Alex his face, the bastard was smiling from ear to ear while you were panicking over getting caught

“Hey there princess,”

“You're late” you tell him annoyed by it taking so long, you hadn't had your shot yet and you were starting to get on edge.

“Someone is cranky, you should take a shot. I heard it's calming.” he says trying to be funny which you didn't appreciate.

you reached in your pocket and took out the flask and held it out to him.

He nodded his head and took out his pocket knife before lifting up his sleeve and cutting into the flesh. You followed every action carefully, focusing on the crimson red drops that fell to the ground. “Don't worry sweetheart there's more than enough” he tells you, holding his arm out towards the flask which you opened as fast as you could.

you let the drops fall, licking your lips as your eyes take in every drop until the flask is completely filled to the brim.

Once it's full he pulls back, rubbing the soreness from the cut away and showing the wound was almost completely healed.

“Thanks,” you mumble, closing the flask.

“You know what” he says, making your eyes turn up to him. “i’m late and i’m in a good mood, i'll let you take shot if you want”

“what?” you asked, taken back by his words, you hadn't taken a shot straight from the source since the first time he offered months ago.

“You look like you could use it,”

“I want to believe me i just don't" you tell him hesitant "nevermind”

“you don't trust me?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow. “you know what they say, don't trust your demons.” he flashes his black eyes and you shake your head.

“Very funny Alex, you know that if i wanted to i could kill you, or maybe torture suits you better you seem to like it bloody,”

he takes a step closer to you, the pocket knife in his hand and his eyes growing darker.

“don't tease me sweetheart,” he says, sending you a wink before handing you the knife.

“Why don't you take a shot from the best vein,” he tells you, using his free hand he reaches for the collar of his shirt and pushes it aside showing the big veins on his neck. you lick your lips and look into his eyes. Taking the knife from his hand you lift it to make a small cut, letting the blood trickle down as you stuff the knife back into his pocket.

“Do your worst princess,” you lean forward, licking up the line of blood that was rolling down before settling over the open wound taking in every little drop that he's giving you.

“Y/n?” The back door of the club opens and you push Alex away, licking your lips to catch any of the leftover blood before looking your uncle straight in the eyes.

Alex gives you a quick goodbye before putting on his hood and running as far away from you and your uncle as he can, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation.

“So this is why you leave me and your dad every Friday night, you’ve got a secret boyfriend?”

“What? No, he isn't my boyfriend. we were just.” you look up at him trying to figure out what to say but coming up blank. You turn your eyes towards the ground and stuff your hands in your pockets cursing underneath your breath when you hear your ring collide with the metal of the flask.

“got something to show me?” Sam asks and you shake your head. Before he can say anything the back door opens again and your dad comes out looking over the two of you. “Great, you found her, ready to go home?” he asks and you nod “yep, lets go” you walk past him straight towards the Impala thankful that your dad walked out before sam could get ahold of the flask.

The second your dad drove into the bunker's garage and cut the engine you were out giving both your uncle and your dad a quick goodnight before rushing towards your bedroom.

closing the door you let yourself drop against the wood while you try to calm down the pounding in your chest. You had gotten too close to getting caught and you didn't like it. the high from the blood had faded and you were on edge again making your head spin.

You shook off your jacket and threw it on the bed, sitting yourself down beside it and taking out the flask. If you took one little shot just to calm the pounding in your head you would be good, you might not even need another shot tomorrow. Twisting open the lid you set your lips on the rim and swallow the thick liquid.

A loud knock on your door made your eyes snap up. you lick your lips trying to get rid of the evidence while closing the flask. The second you twist it closed and you lift your head your uncle's eyes are on you, This time you knew you were screwed.

“I can explain!” you tell him not knowing what else to say. “You know I was younger once, right? i didn't wait until twenty one to drink either.” he tells you making a nervous smile escape. he thought you were drinking alcohol.

He walks over and sits down beside you making our heart beat rise again.

“You know you can talk to me right?”

“i-i know” you stutter making him smile.

“You got lipstick all over your chin.” he tells you, making your eyes widen, you didn't wear any makeup.

Sam reches up and you back away “don't!” you tell him but he’s already wiping making the stain on your chin worse.

he leans back looking at the crimson red on his fingers and then back up at you.

“is that blood?” he asks looking into your eyes but you stay quiet. he looks towards the flask before setting his eyes back on you and you can see he already knows what's going on.

“what's inside the flask Y/n”

“Please, let me explain.” you say underneath your breath.

He stands up from the bed and shakes his head, Running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of the situation.

“you're drinking demon blood?” you dare to look into his eyes seeing the disappointment and the rage that is stuck in them.

“Please dont tell dad,” you beg and his jaw clenches. “I know it's bad, I do,” you tell him as you stand up from the bed. “It makes me feel stronger, it helps me focus. I need it Uncle Sam, please.”

“No, you don't,” he tells you, “This feeling, that rush, it's not worth it.”

You shake your head, your mind spinning not knowing what else to do than begging hoping he will change his mind. “i can help you y/n, let me help you” he begs and you shake your head even more.

“I have been better than i've ever been, please uncle Sam you know what it's like right, the rush, that feeling?” you ask, begging him to understand the situation. “I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't want it but it feels so good.”

“and what about when that rush ends huh? what about when you don't have anything left and your body is begging for more, how does that feel?” Sam asks, looking at you.

“I have it under control,” you tell him knowing that if you run out you can call Alex for a refill. “yeah?" He asks, stepping closer to you "tell me how's the headache going, the nose bleeds or how do you deal with your heightened senses?”

“How did you..”

“I’ve been there Y/n, i know what you're going through”

“Than do it with me” you say it before you can think about it.

“What? No!” he says, stepping away from you again. “You know how it works, you know what to do about the fire that runs through your body, you know what to do about the tension.”

He's pacing back and forth behind your bed, his eyes going to the flask on the bed and you can see he’s thinking about it. You just have to point him in the right direction, if you can't change his mind you just have to come up with something else, and sex always sales.

“You told me that you always felt guilty for being with a demon, you don't have to with me.” you say reaching for the flask on the bed.

“Don’t!” he warns.

“Tell me that you never think about and I'll drop it.” he looks up at you and you can see his wall is cracking, you just had to find the right way to break it.

“Alex told me the sex is great after you drank the blood, is that true?” his eyes turn away from you and you know you got him right where you want .

“It is, isn't it?.” you push the flask in your pocket and take another step closer, You were blind, he was hot so you coundt help but feel a fire in you're stomach at the idea of fucking him while high on blood.

You slowly lift one of your hands and let your fingers brush over your skin. Closing your eyes you bite your lip as you let your fingers brush the soft skin from your neck down the fally of your breast stopping at the low cut of your shirt and opening your eyes to see Sam's are already on you, his eyes darkened and his breathing heavier. “Do you like that uncle Sam, the idea of fucking me while were both high on blood?” you step past him and lock your door before turning around, Sam his eyes still on your body.

“The things you could do to me. I’ve thought about it you know, my uncle fucking my little pussy, Shit i’m getting wet just thinking about it”

Sam closes his eyes and for a few seconds you think you might have gone too far but when he opens them again his pupils are almost completely black and before you could about what's happening you were shoved against the door, your back hitting the hardwood with a tud taking the breath away from your lungs.

“You think you can seduce me into letting you destroy yourself?” he asks “You’re desperate for that rush right, you want that feeling?” you nod your head hoping he will let you have another shot but instead he leans down “let your uncle show you how to get that,”

Within seconds he pulls your body flush against his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes sending a shiver down your spine.

He reaches down until his hand is in your pocket and he's taking out the flask.

“You trust me baby?” You swallow the lump in your throat not knowing what he wants you to do but you nod anyway.

He throws the flask onto the chair beside your door before attacking your lips with his own.

your fingers tuck at the strands of hair making his grip on your hips tighten as you swallow his groans.

His body is flush against yours and you feel your entire body heat up as his hands move back from your hips towards you ass squeezing the flesh in his big hands.

His lips moved from your own down to nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, arm wet sweeps of tongue moving over your skin until his teeth sank into that perfect spot just below your ear making sure to leave a mark that you somehow had to explain to your dad in the morning.

He pulled his lips away from you but stayed close. He swallowed and let out deep breaths, his eyes roaming your body before setting his eyes back on yours and for the first time in your live you didn't see think of him as big uncle Sammy who would protect you, You wanted him to destroy you for everybody else and show you all the things he could do with his hands and his mouth.

He bit your lower lip, making you gasp and taking that opportunity to slip his tongue over yours. Hands go down to the hem of your shirt and the second you both pull apart for air he’s taking the fabric off your body.

His lips crashing back into yours as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Turning around he walked you towards the edge of the bed before dropping you both down on it, you landed on your back with a soft grunt, bouncing a few times. He leaned on his arm, his fingers going into your hair and slightly pulling on the strands. “Sam,” you gasp not knowing what you're asking for.

A wide grin spreads on his face before he's claiming your lips again and moving his hand to your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. he slowly lowers his mouth, placing a few kisses on your jaw and going down to your neck creating a path of wet kisses down your body until he reaches your breasts. he sucks on your nipple rolling it between his teeth making you arch your back “oh, shit...” You moan only making Sam's grin wider as he makes his way down your body stopping at the top of your jeans.

“Such a fucking tease,” You breath out making his grin widden even more. “Aren't we greedy,”

“You promised me a rush, right now you only make me want to take another shot,” You say trying to look at how far you can push him, truth was you could care less for the metal flask that was across the room, Sam was giving you something much better but you still wanted to see what would happen if you tipped him over the edge.

He presses himself hard against your clothed cunt, making a desperate moan escape your lips. “What do you really want, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips. You fist your hands in his shirt wanting to get rid of the fabric and letting a groan leave your mouth when he doesn't let you. “Use your words baby”

“ i want these damn clothes of,” He smiled innocently, but you could tell he liked having you wrapped around his finger. he pulled away from you sitting back on his knees and stripped of his shirt exposing his toned chest and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and letting yours hands roam over his body.

He reaches for the hem of your own jeans and pulls them down swiftly, throwing them on the ground next to your bed before taking his place between your legs kissing his way down towards your covered heat that was dripping from the excitement he was giving you.

His hands move easily over your skin until his fingers dig into your panties. instead of pulling them down he tugs on fabric until it tears. Your eyes are stuck, his face taking in the way he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy.

pushing his hair away from his face. He looks up at you with his hazel eyes locking on your before leaning in.

“S—Sam...” For the first time you feel the rush that the blood usually gives you, that feeling coursing through your veins and not because you're high on blood but because of him. The feeling of his tongue on you makes you forget every single shot you had taken in the last few months.

Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan. He pushes you back with his hands until you’re laying flat on the bed. Using one of his free hands he slowly pushes a finger into you, drawing a loud gasp from deep inside you. You feel your climax building, sweat breaking out over your entire body but right before you tip over he pulls away making you wine at the loss of touch.

he moves back up kissing you fiercely as he grinded his hard covered cock against you

“Y/N, Dammit…”” he growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “You feel how hard you make me?

At the sounds of his words you boldy moved your hand down to his Jeans making quick work of opening it and letting your hand sneak under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. He pushed his head into your neck, groaning into your skin as you worked your hands on him,

"I’ve you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warns giving you the opportunity to back away if you wanted

“Then don't.”

That's all it takes him before he’s moving to strip away the last items of clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, you couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping seeing how long, thick, and hard he was and he smiled when he caught you staring, he slowly made his way back over you keeping the teasing going only making you want him more.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, “I’ll do whatever you want..” he told you hesitantly knowing that there was still the risk that you would ask him to get high on blood with you. “All you have to do is ask…”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say but knowing that you craved him more than you did the blood.

“I want you Sam,” you breathed out and you could see his eyes darken “i want you to fuck me hard”

he runs his hands up your legs giving you a sense of security before he pushes all the way in, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips as his big cock stretched you out and made you feel fuller than you had ever felt.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he groaned, keeping a slow pace

“Don't hold back Sam,” .

“I-i can’t i will absolutely ruin you,”

“Do it,” you moan, wanting him to give you everything he has, “Ruin me uncle Sam, make me yours.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, thrusting hard and picking up the pace until he was fucking into you like a wild animal.

loud grunts leave his mouth and you reach out trying to hold onto him. taking both of your hands in one of his own he holds them over your head as his other arm wraps around your throat giving you the biggest rush you had ever felt.

"Fuck, Sam!" you cry out throwing your head back, eyes closing shut.

"Is this what you want?" He asks thrusting harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you “Me using you,'' He says trusting harder only making you moan loader “Fuck baby, you dont deserve this, not after the shit you pulled.” he says coming to an abrubt stop making you wine at the loss. "You shouldn't be given a good time"

“I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” you grunt, placing youre hands over his own tightening the grib he has on your throat cutting of more of youre air “Fuck me Sammy.”

His hips snap rapidly into you fluids dripping all over your thighs as he loses control, taking you however he wants. You're pussy clenching around his cock, making an animalistic growl come from deep within him.

“Oh, fuck…” his hand moved away from youre throat his hips snapping into you as he was desperatly trying to reach his own high. He was pushing harder and fucking you into the matrass as he led out the most amazing dirty and loud sounds making her own high come rushing in faster than she had ever thought possible.

“Sam. fuck, Sam i’m gonna cum,”

“Let go for me. Come for me baby. do it” you're whole body tenses up as your orgasm washes over youre, black dots covering your vision as Sam kept pounding into you like there was no tomorrow

there was no other thing for you to do than surrender yourself complete to him as he fucked you harder than anybody has ever done. “Fuck! Sam please come inside me.”

you start begging for it, completely letting go of your pride as you want nothing more than him to give all he’s got. “Please Uncle Sam!”

“Oh, Baby….Fuck.. Y/n,” With a last groan his thrusts turned sloppier as he buried himself deep inside of you. placing a chaste kiss on your lips he pulls out and lets his body drop on the bed next to you.

“Fuck.” you whispers taking in all that just happened, his arms touching yours pulling you out of your thoughts to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you shake your head slowly, eyes being stuck on the ceiling. “I just seduced my uncle into fucking me after trying to get him to drink demon blood,” you mumble, taking in all the shitty things you had done.

“Baby, I wanted this, I have wanted it for a long time.” your eyes snap back towards him "What does that mean,” you whisper not knowing what to think or what to do.

“It means that I don't regret this happening" You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. His arm folded out and you cuddled into his side laying your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I don't want the blood anymore,” you tell him honestly and he moves a little below you making you look up at him “i liked the rush it gave me, the rush you just gave me.”

Smoothing your hand over his chest you lay your head back down smiling at the feeling of being close to Sam.

“I love you,” you mumble, the arm Sam had wrapped around you tightens as the other one comes up to move the hair from your face as he leans down enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too baby."

#Sam Winchester Smut #Sam winchester #Supernatural #Smut #Sam Winchester x Reader

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someone1348 · 3 years

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This amazing prompt was given to me from my best friendd! @sleepy--anon hehe enjoyyyy <3

People in this: Ler!Quackity, Lee!Badboyhalo (PLATONIC!!!!)

Prompt: Quackity Tickles Bad into trying to get him to swear

Tw: mild cursing

With that being said! Enjoyyy :]

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Swear or else

Quackity and Bad had gone around the smp collecting more materials and enjoying each other's company.

Well Quackity was enjoying it, Bad well he was getting on his last nerve but in all honesty he loved quackity's company, he was a great friend but some things he did just made him an angry muffin.

"Bad why don't you just swear, its easy, watch, fuck! See its simple!"

"Language! Quackity!"

"Bahad its one word please! Swear just once"

"No" bad ignored the law student and continued putting things away in chests around his house

The smaller gripped onto the back of Bad's red and black cloak

"Pleeeaaaseeeeee Bad!"

"No"

"Ughhhhh!" He slid down gracefully to the floor

"Why nottttt"

"Cause' i dont wanna"

The beanie lover narrowed his eyes at him as the demon giggled looking down at him

"Quackity you already know how i feel about swearing, i just don't like it and i dont wanna do it"

"I know but you'll feel better when you do"

Bad smiled and shook his head sitting down on the floor to face his pouting friend, patting his beanie softly

"I know its difficult to understand but it's just not my thing bud"

"Fine, you chose the hard way, Bad swear right now or else" Quackity Joked as Bad tilted his head confused

"Huh?"

"You heard me, swear or else" His smirk only grew as Bad shook his head in confusion

"Wha-im so confused"

"5"

"What?"

"4"

"Uhh" Bad gulped his stomach filling up with butterflies, 'what is he going to do' Bad thought 'surely he wouldn't hurt him would he?-'

"3"

Bad looked more on his features to see a smile

"Should i run?"

"2 hehe" Quackity evilly giggled as Bad scooted back

"1! You should've ran Bad!!" Quackity sat on his upper tighs laughing.

Bad knowing exactly what was going to happen next panicked

"Wait no!! No Quackity d-dont tickle me!!"

Of course bad knew he was one of the biggest ler's on the smp, he should've figured it out sooner but Quackity is a wild card to be fair.

"So you did know and yet you didn't runn" Quackity smirked down at his demon friend who had a light blush appear on his cheeks "its almost liked you wanted this hmmmm bad?~" The Darker haired male teased a bit becoming cocky that he's ler for once

"I-i didn't realize until it was too late!"

"Thats what they all say!!" Quackity giggled and pinched his sides

"HEhehey! Nahaha!"

"Swear bad boy halo!"

"Never! Hehe! Quackityyy ihit tickles"

Bad softly giggled at the feather light sensations on his sides.

"Thats the point Badlee"

"AYE! Nohot nIHIHIice! QAUckiTY!" Bad's Laughter raised in pitch when the other had switched repeatedly between soft pinches to his sides and scribbles on his stomach.

"Hey! Im only stating the facts"

Bad growled in between giggles and laughter

"QAHAHAhackityyY! Quihihit ihit!!!" The Demons tail softly banged against the floor in enjoyment.

"Awww look at your taill! I think you're liking this!"

"BE QUihihiTe! YOU mUffinhehehead!" Bad slapped at Quackity's hands denying the obvious.

"Mhmm sureee keep denying everything bad im not stopping till you curse! Hahaha!" Quackity evil laughed enjoying the some what bonding experience between the two.

"IHihihm not gonna cURSE! Eep!!"

"Im gonna getcha' hehehe" Quackity used his tickly finger to get one side of his neck and the other to tickle his small horns

"NAhahaHa Eee!"

"You're adorable bad"

"NAHA im Nohot CUHUHUTE! Im HardcohoOhore!" He retaliated as he wanted to curl in on himself

"Hehe what's wrong baddd?~"

"EHEHE IHIihit TICKLES!"

"Ticklish bad?~"

"DOHOHONt SaHaAhay that!"

"What? Ticklish?"

"QUACKITY!" the older bursted out into hysteria

"Awwww all of that just by saying ticklish, that's cute, i haven't even gotten to your death spot yet i wonder what would happen if i combined the two weaknesses together~"

Quackity teased planing out loud so bad hears

"NO! NONONONO! QUACKITY! Please!!"

"Hmmmmm~" Quackity giggled in amusement hovering over his hips "i wonder what will happen if i-"

"Quahackity! I'm begging you please don't!"

"You know what you have to do bad, or else!" Quackity's smirk only grew as he inched closer and closer to the said death spot.

"Quahahackity i can't!"

"Your loss thennn~" he said in a sing song voice drilling into his hips

"QAHAHAHACKITYYY NOHOHOHOHO!"

"Quackity yes! Do it bad!"

"NEHEHEHEVER!"

"what's wrong bad?, Ticklish~" He made sure that one was as teasy as possible

"QUACKITY! I CAHAHAHAN'T! DOHOHOHON'T DO THAHAHAT"

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"NAHAHAHAHAHA OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY I'LL DO IT!"

The duck lover gasped stopping

"REALLY?!"

Bad nodded taking in a deep breath as Quackity clapped his hand together.

"Do it! Do it, Do it!" He chanted as bad prepared himself

"Muffin" Bad said smirking at law student.

"OH COME ON!"

"HAHAHAHA"

Quackity got off him crossing his arms

"Oh quit pouting muffinhead you had it coming" Bad poked the boy's side as quackity squirmed out of the way frantically waving his hands at bad holding in giggles and turning around to give him the silent treatment jokingly.

Bad giggled and smirked "Oh Quackityyyy~" He scooted closer to the law student still getting the silent treatment

"Hehe im gonna GETCHA'" he dug under his crossed arms at his ribs.

"Eee!! NAHaha!" Quackity fell backwards onto Bad's chest "uh oh"

"Hehe" Bad giggled digging into his stomach

"BAHAHAD!"

Bad smiled, satisfied with the outcome

"You deserved that muffinhead"

"Fair enough"

"Here help me put the last few things we got away in the chests"

"You got it boss!"

Bad laughed putting stuff away

"We live in a society" Quackity said in one of his many impressions

"Cut that out" Bad giggled at his sillyness

"We live in a society!"

"Muffinhead" he said smiling a bright big smile

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PLEASE i love them so much <3

Anyway! I hope y'all enjoyed!!! I had a great time writing it :D

#ler!quackity #lee!badboyhalo #Quackboyhalo #dreamsmp tickle fic #dream smp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #k writes tk things

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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hi!

if possible, could i request a scenario where jiro is with his s/o whos venting to him in the middle of the night about how theyre afraid of growing up and is worried about the future (ie. unsure what to be in the future career-wise and literally growing up old and how you dont know what happens after death) and jiro comforts them by cuddling with them !! hes the big spoon and theyre the small spoon to made them feel at ease (〃▽〃) thank you in advance~~

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Pairing: Jiro Yamada x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 838

A/N: Adorable, I love sleepy Jiro, it’s my new favorite thing. Also, I always get existential at the worst time so I also totally get that. Hope you enjoy~

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You stared up at the ceiling in the darkness and sighed, wondering how long you had been awake for. Usually, thoughts like these were easy for you to dispel and quickly go back to sleep, but tonight seemed to be darker than normal and you tossed and turned once more.

“Y/N?” Jiro whispered, his voice cracking from sleep.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” you asked, feeling guilty as you glanced at the lump of sheets next to you in the shape of your boyfriend.

“That’s fine. Are you okay?” Jiro asked, sitting up in bed and reaching for his cell phone and glancing at the time. “Why are you awake at 2am?” he asked, rubbing his eyes cutely.

“I’m fine, just overthinking things, you can go back to sleep,” you urged him, rubbing his back soothingly. Jiro yawned and leaned into your shoulder but shook his head.

“No, I’m awake now,” he said as he closed his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You thought for a moment, debating how much you wanted to tell him before taking a deep breath. The stillness of the room was catching up to you and you wished you were asleep once more.

“I guess I’m just worried about everything,” you said with a sigh. “We won’t be in high school forever, and then we’ll be adults. How are we expected to choose what we want to do for the rest of our lives right now? We’re so young…” you trailed off, leaning over to run your hands through Jiro’s hair.

Through the darkness you could see his multi-colored eyes glance up at you, catlike and tired, but still bright with their usual flair of easygoingness.

“Wow, that’s really heavy stuff,” he said, practically pushing into your hand like a cat as you played with his hair.

“Sorry, is that too much?” you asked with a dry chuckle.

“Nah, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about that yet, Y/N. You’re smart so you’ll probably go to college and you can decide what you want to do then,” Jiro said, trying to make coherent sentences through his haze of sleepiness.

“Maybe, but we’ll be young then too! And then we’ll have to pick a job and after we graduate college then what? We just work until we grow old and die?” you exclaimed, leaning your head back with a pout.

“That’s…not right…” Jiro mumbled from where his head was still on your shoulder.

“I know, but that’s what everyone says, isn’t it? You go to school to get a job and then you work until you can’t work anymore,” you said, sadly. “Isn’t there anything more to life?” you asked, more hypothetically than anything else.

“There’s video games,” Jiro said from inside your shoulder. “And playing soccer too. Isn’t having fun with your friends and hanging out with people you like also a part of life?”

You paused for a moment and thought his words over, nodding slowly. You didn’t consider all of the time that you had spent with your friends, or even with Jiro since the two of you started dating. The thought made you smile but you shrugged.

“That’s true, but society doesn’t care about fun. They just want us to work, and then work some more until one day we just die. Dying is so weird though…,” you said wistfully. “What do you think happens when we die, Jiro?” you asked, glancing down at him. His eyes opening with a start at the sound of his name and he looked at you once more.

“I don’t really know,” he managed. “Some people say reincarnation, right?” he suggested with a shrug. You nodded slowly and then frowned.

“Or maybe there’s an afterlife…or a heaven and hell,” you pondered, thinking about what might happen after your life ends.

“You shouldn’t be afraid to get older, Y/N,” Jiro said, reaching out to poke your cheek. “We’re gonna grow old together, remember? And jobs don’t matter, you can change those a million times,” he added with a care-free smile. His calmness made you feel at ease and you found yourself nodding at his words.

“Yea, I guess you’re right,” you relented. Jiro yawned but smiled.

“Of course, I am,” he said, pushing you back down on the bed. “Now come here and stop worrying so much about the future. Everything’s gonna be fine, okay?” he said, leaning over to wrap his arms around you so that you were the little spoon and he was the big spoon.

You could feel Jiro’s stomach pressed against your back and his warmth immediately made you feel more relaxed. The room was still dark, but somehow the air felt lighter. Wondering if it was because of Jiro, you found that your thoughts were starting to become more and more hazy as sleep came over you. You smiled lightly and let it take you as you curled up in Jiro’s arms, contently.

You didn’t know what the future held, but you rather liked the present.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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aliasimagines · 3 years

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One Hell of a Night // Luke Patterson

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL, it officially passed midnight here.Are you guys going to celebrate Halloween at home? And if so are you going to dress up? Tell me all about it lovelies, I wanna hear it ❤️. prompt 18 nad 15 from this list🎃 this fic is chaotic, hope you enjoy😊

word count: 2692

warnings: a few (three i think?) curse words, and a..uhm a line of dirty talking (I'm sorry I'm not like this all the time I promise 😅) and scary stories

The dry, colorful autumn leaves creaked under hiking boots as you walked into the woods. A smile appeared on your face as you heard some noises. Only a few seconds later you spotted the source. The Sunset Curve. The boys worked on getting the campfire lit while joking and laughing loudly. You stopped by a tree and leaned against it. Alex just hit Reggie on the back for just sitting around and not helping with putting logs and dry leaves on the fireplace. Thanks to Alex, Reggie swallowed the huge marshmello he had in his mouth and started coughing.

Bobby was trying to light his lighter again and again but it just didn't work. That's when Luke threw a pack of matches at him causing the rhythm guitarist to stumble back and fall into a pile of leaves. You started laughing quietly and walked up to them.

"That wasn't nice of you, babe." you said from behind Luke. He jumped, not noticing you creeping up on him.

"BAH! I almost got a heart attack, y/n!" he shouts pouting. You giggled and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"That's what you get for not waiting for me." you smirk. Luke looks down embarrassed and goes to scrape the back of his head.

"Yeah…Sorry about that. I was too eager to set up the camp." he gestured at the two tents. Both were full of blankets and pillows. It looked super comfortable. You also spotted his acoustic guitar, and a whole bunch of food in you guys' tent.

"You did a great job."you smiled before walking over to the other boys." Hi guys! What's up?"

"Y/N! Finally! Tell Alex to stop hitting me!" yelled Reggie. You shook your head laughing.

“Stop being so childish than Reginald!”

“Boys, come on!! It is halloween, have some fun!” and with that you fished out a huge bag of candy from your backpack and threw it into Reggie’s hands. He looked up at you like you were some kind of miracle maker.

“Is this..is this all candy?” the dark haired boy asked, still in awe. You laughed, nodding your head slightly.

“Yeah. I don’t really want to think about how much money I spent on sweets.”

Soon after everyone got to work (this time for real) and the fire was lit in no time. Just as it started to get darker. All five of you sat around the campfire. You sat next to Luke, opposed to Reggie and Alex. Bobby sat beside them in a camping chair. Thanks to the warm californian weather you didn’t need jackets just yet, despite being the end of october.

"It's getting dark. I think we could get started on the ghost stories?" asked Bobby looking up at the sky then around the little clearing in the woods where your tents were set up. Reggie munched on some candy corns but immediately stopped upon hearing those words.

"Ghost stories? Don't mind if I do." he sat his candies aside and prepared to tell a story that would send shivers down your spines. You leaned over to Luke, placing your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile before turning his attention back to the bassist.

"One day, a little boy, while walking around the woods, found a big toe on the ground. He ran home with it and-"

"-his mom cooked it in the soup which revolted in the toe's owner haunting them." you suddenly cut Reggie off. He gasps, offended.

"What? I knew the story. Was I supposed to just sit around?" you ask, earning a soft laugh from Luke. Reggie huffed and gestured at you.

"Alright then, take it away y/n. See if you can do better."

"Not to be that person but she definitely can. You only said like two sentences." Alex jumped in, not wanting to miss an opportunity to roast his friend.

"Because she cut me off!!"

The woods, once again erupted with the boys' laughter as you stared into the fire, waiting for them to quiet down so you can start your story.

"I was only a small kid when this happened, around five,maybe six, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. My mother was out of town for the weekend because of her work, so naturally, it was my father who read me a bedtime story in the evening. Everything was great, he was reading from my favorite book but right before he could finish the chapter we heard a quiet tapping noise from downstairs. My father looked puzzled and put his finger against his lips, signaling me to stay quiet so he could listen. The tapping didn't stop, it got louder before turning into banging and a final loud crash which sounded like the front door flying open. I looked at my father, scared to death, not knowing what to do." you kept your voice low, your face straight and never removed your eyes from the fire."He grabbed me and quickly ran with me to the small bathroom that was connected to my room. He instructed me to lock my door and only open it when he says so. I don't know what happened after that, but heard my father going down and some muffled noises before hearing him climb back up the stairs. I remember his voice. It was just so nice and comforting. He said it was a false alarm and I could come out. I reached for the doorknob but then he leaned down and looked inside through the keyhole. My little hands stopped midair. I kept staring at his eyes. He repeated that it was safe to come out and that everything was fine. But I did not believe him. Because that wasn't my father. He sounded exactly like him, but his eyes… They were a different color. Not my father's welcoming eye color. So I just stood there. For minutes. Maybe hours. He wouldn't stop talking, reassuring me but I still didn't unlock the door."

Reggie leaned forward with a worried and scared expression.

"What happened next?"

You lifted your gaze, slowly to look at the spooked boy.

"He started tapping. It sounded just like it did on the front door. And it wasn't long before he started banging his hand against the wood."

"Oh my god.." Reggie whispers.

"He is hitting harder and harder until finally the door breaks and flies open. And the creature, no longer looking or sounding like my father, rather like a tall bloodied figure with sharp teeth, jumps at me, opening his huge mouth and SWALLOWS ME WHOLE." you shout the last part causing Reggie to scream and the others to jump just a little.

"Fuuckk, i think I peed myself!" exclaims Reggie. You only laugh, seeing all the boys being a bit paler.

"So who's next?"

"I'll go." Luke said beside you and you shifted away from him, knowing that he will need the space to gesture along his story. You watched as he started to speak. His expression changes with every sentence as he introduces his characters. His frown as he talks about a creepy night in the woods. Your eyes wander down to his lips, too busy just staring at them to actually listen to the words that make them move. You distantly hear various curse words from the guys as your boyfriend goes deeper into detail with his horrifying story. With eyes still glued to Luke, you smile slightly.

"../n...y/n...Y/N!" you hear making you jump and almost falling backwards on the log you have been sitting on. You see all the guys staring at you.

"How are you not scared? Did you not hear Luke's story?" Reggie asks, earning a knowing laugh from Alex.

"No, she did not. She was too busy staring at his lips." as your friend's words hit your ears you feel your face heating up.

"Dude..,alright I might have zoomed out. A bit but I am here now. Where were you, babe?"

Luke looks at you, amused.

"I finished like 3 minutes ago. You 'zoomed out' for legit 20 minutes."

Looking up at the sky, you realized they were right because it got pitch black since you last looked up. Your lips curved into an 'o' shape before mumbling a sorry..

“We should put more wood on the fire. It's starting to weaken.” says Reggie. Bobby points into the dark woods.

“Suit yourself, man.”

“What? I am not going alone. Someone come with me.” he whines. Alex visibly changes his posture and sits into a more comfortable position.Luke puts his muscular arm around your shoulder grinning.

“You’re on your own, man.”

“No! Please??”

You bite back a laugh and carefully remove Luke’s arm from you.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you!You are amazing!”

You grab the basket ,that’s been laying on the ground, for the twigs. You also reach into your bag for your flashlight.

“Ok, I’m ready to go.” you step towards Reggie but Luke grabs your hand and places a small kiss on it.

“Be careful, love.”

“Always.”

The two of you start walking towards the woods.

“Try not to pee yourselfs guys!” Alex calls after you in a sing-song voice.

“Ha ha, very funny Alex.”

To be honest you were a little spooked but didn’t show it.Not like Reggie who was literally shaking beside you and jumped up at every little noise he heard as you got further into the woods. You picked up a few sticks and bigger twigs, slowly filling the basket with them. Or rather, you tried but when Reggie stoped right in front of you you accidentally dropped it spilling the stuff everywhere.

“Dude! I am trying to help you here!”

“Shhhhh! Didn’t you hear that?” he whispers, voice panicked.

“Come on, Reg. This isn’t going to work on me.”

He turns to look at you.

“No, y/n! I am serious! I heard a whisper! I’m sure of it!”

You roll your eyes, not believing your friend.

“You gotta be more convincing next time. I dont scare that easily..AH” just as you assured Reginald how it takes more for you to get spooked, someone, or something grabbed you from behind and started to pull you while shouting ‘WAA’. The flashlight landed on the ground too as you let out a bloodcurdling scream. You kicked your attacker(s?) wherever you could.

“Ahh! WHoo, stop, it’s just us.” you suddenly hear your boyfriend's voice and feel the arms around you letting go. You turned around your fear vanishing and turning into anger.

Reggie behind you falls on the ground,clutching his chest while he tries not to cry.

“ARE YOU GUYS INSANE?!” you shout at Luke and Booby. Alex is nowhere to be seen, he probably stayed next the fire to keep an eye on your stuff. Luke's eyes immediately widen upon hearing you raise your voice.

“I..I am sorry we thought-”

“What?! Lucas Patterson I am, so, so mad at you right now” you say shaking. You hear Bobby giggle quietly. You snap your head in his direction. “And don't even get me started on you Bobby...Bobby..uhm” you stop to think about his surname, only to realise you don’t know it. For a moment you let go of your anger. “What is your surname?”

He only scoffs and smiles. Alex must have heard the shouting and come to investigate with a flashlight in one hand and a drumstick (as a weapon?) in his other.He soon puts them down tho as he sees that you are all in one piece. Luke looks at Bobby with a puzzled expression.

“That is actually creepy, cause I don’t know it either.”

“What?! How? He has been in a band for, what? A year and a half? And you never actually asked his last name?” you ask, more interested in the mystery of Bobby’s name than shouting at them now. Luke shrugs.

“Do you even have a last name?” you hear Reggie asking from the ground. You all turn to him with questioning looks.

“Everyone has a last name Reginald.” says Alex.

“Not celtic gods, no.” he responds.

“What?” Luke exclaims clearny not understanding the bassist.

“Bobby is not a god.” says the drummer annoyed. “ He is a normal teenager like us.”

“Is he tho?”

Meanwhile Bobby leans back against a tree and stares at Reggie.

“You are creeping me out...Please stop creeping me out oh majestic god of...what are you the god of?”

Booby just smiles mysteriously.

“Oh for f…’s sake.Y/N back me up here, there are no gods and even if there were, Bobby is not one of them.”

“Thanks Alex but I am not offending a celtic god.”

“What is wrong with you guys?!”

Luke doesn’t know who to look at in this chaos. Soon he decides to pick up the twigs and collect more while you, Reggie and Alex argue whether Bobby is a god or not. Bobby bends down too, to help the lead singer.

“You do know my name is actually Wilson, right?”

“Yeah. Of course I do, I think Reggie does too, he just forgot.” the two boys laugh.

You all walk back to the camp and Booby, upon seeing Reggie still looking at him suspiciously walks over to him.

“I am not an ancient god, you know.”

“That is exactly what I would say too.”

Not hearing Reggie’s nonsense reminds you of what Luke did so when you feel him wrapping his arms around you, you push him away.

“I sorry, bae. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have. Please look at me?” he stands before you so there is no way you can avoid him.

“Don’t do this again.” you said with a firm tone. You can't help but smile, seeing Luke’s shit eating grin. He opens his arms once again but waits for you to hug him first. You do, and for minutes you just stand there in his embrace. The silence was broken by the familiar sound of the acoustic guitar which was followed by Reggie’s voice as he started to play some country song.

“Dude, no, put down my guitar.”Luke ran off to get his instrument or to, at least convince him to play ‘normal’ music. You laugh and walk over to Alex and Bobby.

“Hey, y/n, I am sorry about scaring you.”

You wave your hand.

“It’s fine. However don’t be surprised when I get back at you.” you say before sitting down next to Reggie and giving him a hug because let’s be honest he was pretty traumatised in the woods too.

“Woo,hey! Why does he get a hug?” Luke asks, upset he couldn’t change Reggies mind about playing country songs. And from the fact that his girlfriend was hugging him.

“Maybe because you decided that it was a funny idea to scare the living shit out of him and I.”

“Stop guilt tripping me.” he pulls you up and away from the fire, closer to the tents. ”I said I am sorry. And you are right, I shouldn’t have scared you. Besides…” he leaned closer to your ear “I know more fun ways to make you scream.”

You gasp upon hearing his words and right when you are about to react Alex walks by casually.

“No, no. With the tents it’s like we are sleeping next to each other. If you guys try anything I will murder you myself.”

Both of you look after him, blushing before breaking into laughter.

Luke’s watch showed 3:58 when you all agreed to call it a night.You put out the fire with the help of Bobby while Luke went to pack away the trash you all left out.

Reggie yawned and looked up at Alex.

“I am still pretty scared...Can I cuddle you Alex?”

He looks at him like he heard it wrong.

“Absolutely not.”

“What about you Bobby?”

“No way, Reg.”

Despite them saying this, all three of them woke up hugging each other in the morning.

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pokefanclaire · 3 years

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London Tourist

Hello! I’m so new to this but I have another Lucifendi ship fanfic (don’t judge me too harshly) Also I don’t own any rights to the game, or characters its purely my weird thoughts. So this one is about a visiter that will come to London, and the Commissioner has asked Lucy to be his tour guide but Alfendi gets jealous and mutual pining happens. Pretty tame but please let me know what I'm doing as its all so new! Any advice would be greatly recieved.

London Tourist:

Lucy quietly knocked onto the commissioners office door startling him from an unexpected evening nap.

“Ah Lucy my dear, take a seat. Thank you for coming to see me at such short notice. The matter I want to share with you is of a personal nature. So please excuse that I have chosen you specifically”

Lucy suddenly felt uneasy.

“I have a friend, a very dear friend of mine who’s son will be coming to London for a few days and I was hoping you would be kind enough to show him around London. Inspector Layton will be able to maintain the cases for you while you’re away. I would like you to do this as a favour to me personally so all expenses will be covered by me. Is that clear my dear. I have had my assistant book tickets for some interesting plays, tours and visits that I believe will interest a couple of like minded youths as yourselves?”

“sounds grand sir”

she beamed at the commissioner thankful her unease was unwarranted.

“His name is Eric, he is your age I believe possibly a year older. I’m certain you’ll get along very well. He will be a calm and welcome change from your changeable mentor.”

“I look forward to meeting ‘im”

Lucy felt very proud that out of all her colleagues she had been chosen to show the commissioners dear friend’s son around London.

“thank you Lucy, that will be everything. And I thank you for rising to the challenge of tour guide” He chuckled as Lucy skipped toward to door. ‘What a sweet and generous girl’.

“Night Commissioner! Thanks agai’”

“Good night.”

Lucy ran back to the Mystery room hoping her mentor would still be around to hear her ��mission’. Opening the door Lucy was greeted by an exhausted placid Prof stretched out on the sofa with case files scattering the dimly lit room

“Lucy dear! You’re still here.”

“I’ve jus’ finished speaking with th’ commissioner”

“ah yes, of course. Sorry Lucy I momentarily lost track of myself. Are you about to embark on a solo mission? Can you tell me any details or is it on a need to know basis?”

Alfendi chuckled toward Lucy, adoring the pride on her face.

“oh it’s nowt like that Prof, its a personal favour the commissioner would like me to do for his good friend. He wants me to take care of his friend’s son while he visits London”

Alfendis eyes shot up to meet hers “He?”

“yea, some lad a similar age to me. Eric I think it wer’”

“…and…. you said yes?”

“’course Prof, I cant let him down. Besides I don’ have no reason to turn him down”

“……. oh”

“you can ‘elp if you like? You know London better than anyone ‘ere at Scotland yard. I still feel like a tourist”

“...doubt he’ll want to see the London eye once he sets eyes on you dear Lucy...” his voice suddenly sounded bitter as a streak of crimson hair washed over his head.

“Um hi Potty, I wasn’t expecting you this late in the evening”

Alfendi’s eyes were hidden under crimson dishevelled hair making it hard to read his expression but a smirk pulled at the edge of his smile.

“Just fine my dear Lucy, and yes I would be thrilled to guide you when my schedule allows. In fact i’m quite free now”

“We can wait for Eric. He will arrive tomorrow afternoon some time, and I have ‘is number here”

Potty Prof strode toward Lucy unexpectedly grabbing her wrists.

“In that case, now is the very best time to show you the city before any corruption. Don’t you agree dear Baker?”

His grip worsened on her now pink wrists. Before she could register the twinge of pain, Alfendi had pulled her forward sending her tumbling into his chest.

“Clumsy girl” he sneered. “falling for me are you my dear Lucy?”

Lucy looked up, unable to process the last few exchange of words.

“sto’ messin’ with me Potty”

Alfendi towered over her, a streak of red flashed across his cheeks as he crouched to meet her eyes.

“I haven't started yet my dear, now please collect your belongings. I really must show you what London can do to you before Eric has the chance”

‘Did I hear that ‘ight? Is he jealous of some lad I haven't even met seeing London wi’ me?’ Lucy had never seen her mentor like this. Lucy had regular run ins with Potty Prof, that wasn't new. But she was sure he had some new found venom in his voice while pronouncing his name too...

Lucy struggled to keep up with Alfendi’s new speed and determination to leave the mystery room.

“Baker! Come on!”

a desperate sounding Alfendi held his hand out to take Lucy’s. Pulling her from the room he fumbled with keys, hastily locking the Mystery room.

“I’ll get the commissioner for this.. I swear….” he snarled under her breath to no one in particular.

Alfendi took a deep breath “Lucy dear….” He held out a slightly trembling hand to her “….please allow me to…show you….what i’ve longed to… for some time… but if I can just....” He stumbled as flashes of burgundy replaced the crimson red of his hair “.. accompany you this evening” he finished by kissing the back of her hand.

“Prof? Are ya ok?”

“Yes dear, I just wish I had more time than fate has decided to grant me, more time so that… I could show you both sides.. and how… he is all bark.. he wouldn't hurt her....”

Alfendi’s train of conversation trailed off as he began muttering to himself. Or his other side she thought.

“prof if ya sure its not an inconvenience. Then lets go! Where first?”

Splashes of red and dishevelled hair gave Lucy a small jump.

“oh hi Potty! Where to first?”

“Baker, dear Baker...” He whispered in a sultry tone forcing her to take a step backwards.

“Why don’t we start here?”

Alfendi increased his steps toward Lucy.

Lucy instinctively stepped back matching his speed knowing how unpredictable Potty could be. Her wrists let out a twang of pain reminding her of his last practical joke on her. ‘You’re tougher than this Lucy lass’ she encouraged herself ‘He’s your Prof, he wont ‘urt you’ she glanced left and right in blind panic looking for an escape. Alfendi cupped her chin with his hand bringing her wide eyes to meet his. ‘Don’t panic’ Lucy thought as she acknowledged Pottys hand on her chin, softer and gentler than she expected. A rush of heat rose to her cheeks as she breathed in that familiar scent of her beloved Prof ‘Why now Potty? always keeping me on my toes’ an audible groaned slipped past her lips as she felt his heated breath against her lips

“Potty?...”

She took a step back to gain some distance.

THUD.

Lucy’s back met with the wall.

“yes dear?….”

Alfendis hand slid down her chin, caressing the soft skin of her neck.

“you know Baker, I wanted more time… This little situation with Eric has meant I have had to adapt to time constraints” he took a final step closer to Lucy closing the distance between them

“…..will you forgive me if I act at all un-gentelmanly under these circumstances….”

He lowered his hands to meet hers, lifting them above her head in one fast and smooth motion.

“….Prof? What’ got into ya all sudden like”

Lucy’s hands struggled against Alfendi’s but he was taller, stronger and currently sporting his darker persona.

“this aint some time to joke ya kno’ Prof ya said ya were gonna show me London before Eric arrives”

Alfendi leaned into her neck, his breath uneven and franticagainst her ear.

All the hair on the back of her neck rose as waves of electricity seemed to shoot down from her now numb arms held above her head. The comforting smell of Alfendi filled her head and she bit down on her bottom lip letting out a small squeal.

“I said i’d show you what I… I mean London can do to you..”

“Please Prof my arms.. they hurt a little”

Crimson hair flashedto deep burgundy as he let go on Lucy’s arms.

“Lucy, please forgive me, are you in pain? Are you okay.. please forgive me...us?”

Alfendi nuzzled his face into her neck not wishing to meet her eyes and confirm what he already knew.. that he had blown any future chance with his sweet Lucy. he spoke softly.

“Please Lucy, its me I wont hurt you. I’m so sorry”

“Prof...”

“Lucy?”

Alfendi took a cautious step back and forced himself to meet with her rubyred eyes. Lucy stared into the Prof’s soft amber eyes, taking in the look of embarrassment and hurt that marked his face.

Alfendi scanned her face in a panic searching for clues to her expression was she upset? Scared? no. thats not it. A soft glow of red spread across her cheeks intensifying the ruby red of her beautiful eyes.

“Prof, my ‘ands were numb is all. Dont fret, I aint hurt”

Alfendi studied her face with desperate closeness causing Lucy to blush brighter with fresh heat flooding to her cheeks

“Prof please...”

she stifled a moan by biting down on her own lip wincing.

“Lucy dear…I cant begin to…”

“Prof’.Al......”She paused “Alfendi. I was never in any danger..not from you.”

An unfamiliar serious expression marked Lucy’s sweet face as she matched Alfendi’s closeness causing him to take a step back.

“wasn’t there something important you wanted to do to me Alfendi...?”

#lucifendi #alfendi layton #lucy x alfendi #alfendi #lucy baker #mystery room #layton brothers mystery room

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tears-and-lilies · 2 years

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Chapter 44 - The fear that hangs over the city, pt. 1

Can't sleep so *hands you this*

This got long again so I’m cutting it into two parts. This one is around 900 words.

I feel like the story is becoming a bit complicated, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @sideblogformindtrash @starnight-whump @milk-carton-whump @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty @myst-in-the-mirror @neverthelass @dont-touch-my-soup

CW: swearing, plans for murder, threathening with knife, escape attempt (not really but I don’t know how else to put it)

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Glorien had once been a proper noble boy. Now, he cursed out loud.

‘Fuck!’

The streets were empty, so no one heard him.

He was so stupid. What was he doing here? He should’ve gone back to the palace, he’s making himself even more suspicious.

The further he walked down the streets, the darker they seemed to become. It was so, so quiet. The only thing Glorien heard was his own irregular breathing. The way his cloak brushed against his body, the cold night breeze through his hair, the darkness that lurked in the streets… it reminded him all too well of that one fateful night, six years ago.

This was the city he grew up in, yet it felt foreign to him. Had the streets always been this dark? Had the air always been this cold? The houses and apartment buildings hung over the street as if they were ready to devour him, their windows watching his every move. How he wanted to just hide in his bed. He could take any dance training over walking in this unfamiliar city.

He stopped as he felt something wet on his cheeks. Gently he wiped it away. He looked at his fingers. Had he been crying?

All I want is a moment of peace.

For that, he needed control. And to get control, he had to be one step ahead of everyone. That’s why he came here. What had he to lose?

This was Dandelian Street, wasn’t it? He looked around. Had Lazulan lied to him?

A short scraping noise. Glorien swiftly turned around. In the dark, he was able to make out the white of a pair of eyes. A person approached, wearing a hood, a leather jacket and dark pants. Then- he noticed another pair of eyes, and another. And a blade, softly shimmering in the dull moonlight. He was surrounded.

He pulled his cloak tightly around his neck. Every part of him wanted to flee. The face of his childhood friend flashed before his eyes, twisted in sadness and misery. He swallowed hard and stayed right where he stood.

‘What are you doing here, so late at night? Alone?’, one of his attackers sneered.

His throat was crewed shut, and no sound could get past.

‘You’re quite stupid, aren’t you? Your jewellery gives away you work at the palace. Why would you wear that in the streets at night?’

The person speaking came closer. Glorien could see their face, but what caught his eye was how they were missing their left ear.

‘S-stay back! I came to- to see- ehh, I don’t know- I-’, he squeaked and stuttered. ‘I- Lady Lazulan… sent me.’

They stopped. ‘Ah, I see.’ Turning their head to look up towards a rooftop behind them, they yelled: ‘He says Lazulan sent him!’

A figure crawled off the rooftop onto a balcony, then jumped down. They took quick paces, and before Glorien could blink, they were standing before him, leaning their face into his.

‘Hmmm. A dancer eh?’

Glorien yelped and took a few steps back. In response, they stepped forward, grinning as he backed away, stumbling until his back hit the wall of an apartment building.

‘Why would she send a dancer? That’s not what we agreed to. Is she trying to toy with me?!’

With a swish they planted a knife in the wall next to his head and he paled.

‘I-I I- N-no i-it’s no-not…’

Their eyes had narrowed. A pluck of their black wavy hair fell in their face. They didn’t mind, too occupied with studying Glorien’s. He fell silent as they pressed their thumb right above the corner of his mouth. Slowly they pulled the knife back out and put it in the holder they had tied around their waist.

‘I understand now.’

They took a step back and Glorien let out a relieved sigh.

‘You’re Glorien’, they said.

Sweat broke out at the mention of his name, yet he was taken aback by the sudden softness in their voice. Then suddenly, they launched forward and threw their arms around him.

‘Finally! It’s you!’

‘Y-yeah…’, he breathed, confused about what was happening. Never in the past six years had anyone had this reaction to finding out who he was. He didn’t know how to react. He tried to gather some of that confidence he had whenever he spoke up against nobles. ‘So? What do you w-want me for?’

‘Is it really him?’, the other person said.

‘I don’t know… But he looks like Felicia. I can see it.’ They let go of him again.

Glorien spoke louder. ‘How do you know what my mother looks like?’ They looked young, so they couldn’t possibly be one of his mother’s friends.

Their hand played with a piece of cloth that hung onto their belt. ‘You’re my cousin’, they said.

‘Cousin?’

‘You don’t know? That doesn’t surprise me. I am Chaïra, child of Panliberi. A bastard, and yada yada.’ They rolled their eyes.

A family member? He had heard the last of them had run away, and died “under mysterious circumstances”. It was a strange claim on its own, but to claim to be a bastard?!

‘Don’t insult my family like that, you don’t have the right to!’, he groaned.

The other person stepped forward, lifting their knife. ‘How dare you raise your voice against our leader?!’

‘No, no, it’s okay’, Chaïra sighed. ‘He’s clearly been captive for too long, I know a sheltered kid when I see one.’ Their tone was dismissive.

‘I’m not-’

‘Shush.’ They held a finger over his lips. ‘You know, I waited so long for this moment. You need to come with us, I have so many things to tell you!’

If there was a chance they were who they claimed to be, why would he refuse?

#whump #medieval whump #tw knives #my writing #oc #glorien #chaïra #elian #we meet chaïra!!!!!! finally!!!#they're one of my favourite ocs!

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two. SUNA RINTAROU

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"atsumu-kun, osamu-kun.." she trailed off with a hesitant smile "i don't think i need you to be beside me the whole time.." she said

currently, she was walking into the gates of inarizaki high, hoping to have a lowkey and fun first day of school. she was hoping to make some friends along the way as well. but now it seems she can't do that because two towering men are looming beside her, sporting a stoic and intimidating look as they glared at anyone and everyone that dared to even breath near her.

"nonsense." osamu said with a light scoff

"we gotta protect ya from these rabid dogs" atsumu snarled, emphasising on the dehumanising nickname as he growled at the boys near them

y/n simply sighed and chuckled lightly at his claim. "you're both acting like the rabid dogs, if anything.." she said. she watched them glare at the people around them as they entered the classroom.

for such a short amount of time together, the three had already formed quite a strong bond. perhaps it was because she was so lovable and welcoming. always building them up like the sweet girl that she is.

it was as if the twins had felt themselves softening for her. though atsumu flirted with her a lot, they both saw her as their little sister.

"uwahh!! your school is so nice!" she gushed as she looked around the clean and polished room. "i've never been to a school this fancy before" she said

"and your uniform is very pretty" she grinned gleefully as she patted down her skirt. "though it's a bit tight around certain areas.." she chuckled sheepishly

osamu and atsumu's head snapped towards her, their eyes widening as she slyly adjusted her white blouse around her bust and hip area. atsumu sucked in a deep breath as he turned away from her. he slapped the wall repeatedly as he silently screamed into his hand.

"samu...i know we had a deal" atsumu started off "but after seeing that" he said. the blonde dramatically gestured to the pink and green haired girl. his face was red and his eyes were tearing up.

"that was enough. it was enough to make me break our promise" atsumu said in a dramatically solemn tone

"what the fuck are ya on about" osamu asked unamusedly

"i can no longer see 'er as a sister.. i can only see.. THOSE EROTICALLY BEAUTIFUL CURVES-"

"SHUT UP, YOU ILL-MANNERED DOG!" osamu cut him off with a kick to the stomach "yer fuckin disgusting, y/n' s like our sister! we established that" he scowled at his twin

"BUT SHES NOT!! and she's SO FUCKIN PRET-"

"you're so pretty l/n-chan!" a new voice filled the air

"eh?? but you're so much prettier than me! your hair is so long and curly! and your eyes look like caramel!!" she replied flusteredly as she fawned over her classmate

both twins snap their head toward her as they heard much more voices ensue.

"ne, l/n-san.. do ya have a boyfriend?" one boy asked. the girl simply panicked over the question, vigorously shaking her head as she waved her hands dismissively

"ah no! i don't have a boyfriend.. though i'll admit it would be nice to have one" she squeaked out bashfully

of course, a few boys perked up from her statement and approached her.

"i could be your boyf-"

"oi." atsumu called out with a scowl "the hell are ya on about?" atsumu sneered at him as he stood tall, smirking mockingly at the boy as he wrapped an arm around y/n.

"m-miya-san!" the boy squeaked out in surprise "um.. i was just gettin to know 'er that's all!"

"tch." osamu scoffed "scram."

"yep! we're leaving!" the boys announce as they timidly turn on their heels and leave

"osamu-kun, atsumu-kun! why would you do that?!" she whisper shouted at them. her expression morphed into one of horror as she saw the other kids nervously stray away from her after the twins' outburst

"the kids are too scared to be friends with me now.." she sulked, resting her head on the desk as a gloomy aura surrounded her

"okay.. that's our bad" atsumu said as he patted her back "well, look at this way!" he chuckled nervously as he sent osamu a glance

"you can stick with us and we'll introduce you to our friends later on" he suggested with a smile

just as fast as her mood died down, was as fast as it brightened up once again. she faced them with her pale green eyes, sparkling in excitement as she clasped her hands together

"really? you'd do that for me?" she exclaimed

"of course! anythin' for you, doll" atsumu cooed at her

"actually.. why don't i introduce ya to one of 'em now?" atsumu mused as he spotted suna lazily trudging into the room

the brown-haired boy was yawning, looking like he was already on the verge of passing out as he plopped down on his seat

"please do!!" she nodded excitedly

osamu eyed her and his twin warily before leaving them be and walking back to his desk.

"suna!" atsumu called out as he held y/n's wrist in his hand "its too early for this" suna groaned out as he side eyed atsumu in annoyance

"i want ya to meet someone" atsumu said with a grin "she's the girl my family's hostin' "

"go away. i don't wanna meet-" suna cut himself off as his eyes caught a faint glimpse of pink from behind his friend.

currently, y/n was hiding behind atsumu's towering form, holding back her squeals as she held her blushing cheeks in her hands. she had only managed to catch a small glimpse of this 'suna' atsumu was speaking to and yet she had already planned their whole wedding and their kid's gender reveal party in her head.

'he's so.. HOT! AND PRETTY! AND COOL!' she panicked

'his eyes look like a fox's! and his hair is so cute and perfectly messy and he's so-'

she cut her thoughts short as she peeked once again to look at him. she swore she had felt herself short circuiting upon seeing him stand. this man was tall.

her face drained color as atsumu held her by her shoulders and pushed her towards his friend.

"this is y/n! she's our new housemate, and she wanted to make new friends soo..." atsumu cooed

suna nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck, hunching over, as his olive green eyes raked down her form. "hey, the name's suna rintaro" he said as he stretched out a hand for her to shake

"huh-oh um!" she stammered out as she shakily reached out to shake his hand "im l/n y/n" she said "it's nice to meet you, suna-kun"

she shook his hand with a flustered smile as she nervously picked at her skirt with her free hand

"you too.." suna replies quite dryly

this caused her to panic even more. her mind was in shambles as she nervously dwells on the possibility that he hates her. though because of that, it caused her hands to fidget, which gained suna's attention.

his fox like eyes averted to her skirt, which was getting badly crumpled the more she messed with it.

his eyes subconsciously trailed down even further, and locked themselves on her tighs.

"shit." suna muttered under his breath

"hm? is something wrong, suna-kun?" she asked warily

suna sighed through his nose and shook his head. he waved his hand dismissively as he sat back down on his seat "no, don't worry 'bout it" he said

"i just got.. distracted" suna gulped as he watched her tighs press together.

she nodded in understanding and waved him goodbye, assuming he's had enough of their conversation

"oh, alright then.. i'll see you around, suna-kun" she said as she sent him one last fleeting glance

"yeah, i'll see ya.."

"y/n-chan, you can come sit with us 'til ya find some new friends to sit with" osamu suggested as he walked past her

"uwah!! thanks so much, osamu-kun!!" she exclaimed as she gave him a side-hug "i was hoping you'd be fine with me joining since i even made you some mochi!" she said as she hugged her huge bento to her chest

"dont be silly. i like bein around ya" osamu said with the softest chuckle

though his soft aura faded as he gave atsumu a disgusted glare, and avoided suna who was taking pictures incase anything happens

"its just them that peeves me" he muttered through gritted teeth

"well, we can go ahead of you want?" she proposed. osamu looked down at her and nodded "yeah, let's go"

and so, the pair made their way to the cafeteria. along the way, osamu made sure to give her a small tour to make sure she won't get lost next time.

"we're here" he announced as he pushed through the doors, revealing the slightly packed room "ooh! there's so many people" she mutters out in interest

"mhm.." osamu hums along "oh, and there's kita-san and aran.."

her pale green eyes follow osamu's finger, which was pointing to a certain table where two boys sat and talked amongst themselves.

"let's go-"

"wahh!! osamu-kun!!" she squeaked and gripped onto his arm "that one with the gray and black hair is so cute!! and the taller one with darker skin is so handsome!!" she gushed

osamu's expression turned into one of dread as he watched her oggle at his teammates with literal heart eyes

"and they're both so tall and adorable!" she gushed even more as her blush worsened by the second. her grip also tightened the more she fawned, which left osamu's arm aching.

osamu felt as if his arm could burst if her grip gets even tighter than it already was

"why don't ya go greet them, y/n.." osamu suggested with a strained smile

"d-do you think i can do it??" she asked him "i'll be too embarrassed to be infront two handsome boys" she muttered worriedly to herself

"then how come yer quite comfortable with me and tsumu-"

"i can do it!" she ignored his question as she puffed her chest and breathed in deeply

"wait- are ya sayin' were not handsome enough to leave ya all chummy-"

"ah, samu! come join us!" aran called out as he waved his hand to get his attention

on instinct, she hid herself behind osamu's broad back, nervously fiddling with her braided hair as her other hand nervously grips her bento "i can't do it, osamu-kun!!" she hissed out

osamu ignored her words, as well as her nails clawing at his back. he simply dragged her along as he approached the table where kita and aran sat.

"oh, who's your friend?" aran asks with a kind smile as he peeks over osamu's shoulder to peer at the pink and green haired girl "introduce yer self" he urged her as he presented her to the boys

"ahm! im y/n!" she squeaked out flusteredly "i hope you don't mind me joining you for lunch.." she said with a sheepish smile as her fingers tapped on her bento

"not at all, please sit down" kita said in a polite manner as he slightly bowed his head in sign of respect

she sat down beside osamu and quietly hummed to herself, slyly stealing glances at the boys as she gushed over them in her head. "ah, y/n-san. samu told us you moved to hyogo just a few days ago" aran started up a conversation

'he's talking!' she gushed 'his voice!! mHhhMh'

"ah, yes.. i'll be staying with the miya's temporarily while my estate is being constructed" she explained

"that's nice" aran chuckled "though i wonder how ya could bare to live in the same roof as those two"

as if on cue, atsumu came running in, sporting a huge grin as he hides his hand behind his back. "y/n-chaaann! i got ya somethin'!" he exclaimed "really?! what is it?!" she asked back, just as excitedly

"mochi!" atsumu exclaimed with a smile as he pulled out a pack of sakura mochi

the three boys sweat drop as they both cheer and give each other high fives, smiling like children as they share the mochis with each other

"yay!" they cheered

"they get along quite well.." kita murmurs

"..i could probably sell this to the fan girls.." suna muttered as he inspected the pictures he took of atsumu smiling

y/n froze upon hearing his voice, her pale green eyes turning hazy as she bashfully covered her mouth to hide her smile "its suna-kun!!" she silently squealed to herself

"he looks so dreamy" she sighed lovingly, resting her chin on her hand as she watched suna walk towards their table while typing down on his phone

"he looks normal to me" kita chimed in as he, too, watched suna mindlessly walk towards them

'ah, he's so close! kita-san is so close.. i could feel his body heat!' she chanted on her mind

'and he smells so good!' she groaned internally as she basked in his sweet but masculine scent

osamu noticed her eyes leave suna, instead they were now planted on the side of kita's face as she shuffles around to contain her excitement "dont worry 'bout it" osamu said "she's like this with everyone"

"she's just that nice, i guess" he shrugged

suna then arrived at their table, sitting beside her yet still not looking up from his phone.

'oh.' she thought to herself ‘he's sitting next to me..?'

she looked beside her to check. just in case she was dreaming. she whipped her head around, and met eyes with suna rintaro himself. she blinked one. twice. her long and thick lashes fluttering as she stared at his olive green orbs.

she has concluded that she was in fact not dreaming.

"y/n..?" atsumu asked warily. he was more than aware that she could have short circuited right then and there. surprisingly, she didn't freak out. she simply looked at atsumu, looking like her soul is slowly leaving her body as she sent him an empty smile.

"yes, atsumu-kun?" she asked monotonously

"you alright?" atsumu asked with a wonky grin

"of course."

it was a lie.

she was not alright. in fact, she was currently hyperventilating. her heart was beating at an abnormal pace, and she was sure she had lost all focus to continue her total concentration breathing.

'HE'S SITTING NEXT TO ME?!?!?! OH MY GOD.'

her widened eyes looked down at their tighs, which were currently touching due to the limited space on the bench

'MY THIGHS ARE TOUCHING HIS?!?!' she panicked internally

'that had to mean something right? he's gotta be my husband in the future or something right? right??'

"oh, you're y/n, aren't ya?" suna mused as he bit into an oh-so-familiar looking mochi "tsumu gave me some of this." he said as he showed her two more pieces of mochi

"yer real good at cooking." he complimented with a curt nod

"thank you!" she beamed cheerfully at him

'cooking.. good cooking skills is one of a wife's admirable trait..' she chanted

'i must be his future wife.. it all makes sense now..'

she nodded to herself, agreeing to her assumptions with a hazy smile grazing her lips. she pulled out her bento and opened it, revealing an ungodly amount of food which looked like it could feed the whole volleyball team

"y-y/n-san.." aran chuckled "that's a lot of food. are ya sure ya can finish that all?" he asked with a worried smile

"of course!" she replied with a smile. she then started chomping on her lunch, humming giddily as she stuffs her mouth with food

"oh, suna-kun.. w-would you like some more mochi?" she asked with a determined look on her face

she stacked three pieces on a stick and handed it to him, waiting for him to take it with a small smile on her lips. suna side eyed her. his fox like eyes staring at the mochi in her hands, then her face, which was perfectly framed by her dual toned hair

and he swears he didn't mean to.. but his eyes trailed down to her chest. and her tighs.

now, suna wasn't someone to disrespect somebody like that. but he knows a total hottie when he sees one. pretty face, thick thighs, god tier personality. its all there.

"sure" he said with a nod

now again, he wasn't one to act on things like that.

but when a pretty girl is feeding you mochi, you gotta do what you gotta do.

so he opened his mouth and chomped on the treat all at once.

"e-eh?" she muttered in surprise as his teeth pull the mochis off the stick, leaving it slightly covered by his saliva. "thwanks" suna said, though it was muffled by the treats in his mouth

"..."

she couldn't say or do anything except freeze up and stare flusteredly at the saliva-laced stick in her hand.

"can i have that onigiri?" osamu asked, breaking the silence, as he reached out to snatch her onigiri off her bento

"a-ahm- uh-" she stammered as she blinked aggressively to try and contain herself. osamu didn't wait for her answer as he swiftly snatched the onigiri and chomped on it.

the gray haired male didn't say a word as he placed his hand on her nape to turn her head back towards her food. he also took the stick from her and threw it away, much to her displeasure.

"so.. how was everyone's day so far..?" kita asked them to break the silence

aran laughed at this and shook his head in amusement. he pointed to the girl who was as still as a statue, looking like her soul has ascended to heaven and had personally vibed with god.

"is she okay?" aran asked with a chuckle

"oi! y/n-chan! ya better not like suna, yer still my pretty girl, aight?!" atsumu exclaimed as he aggressively growled at suna

"as if she'd choose you." osamu scoffs

"oh, yer askin' for it-"

and that was how another fight between the miya twins ensued.

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