[Yo, I just want to drop in and spread some love too. I'm super glad that we became mutuals, you have really great taste in muses and you add so much depth to what we already know from canon. Your portrayal goes the extra mile and you really make it your own. I just wish that I had been able to help or do anything for you, so please don't hesitate to bop me when you need someone. You should not feel bad about needing time and space, too- People need to be more empathetic about grief. I really hope that we can continue to explore dynamics with our muses and create awesome threads together! And don't let random bullshit from haters get you down, you are not here for THEIR amusement. You continue doing what you love and enjoy it to your fullest when you can. Your enthusiasm and boundless passion is positively infectious and I'm glad I'm able to be here as a part of that.]

REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU WANT NICE AND POSITIVE ANONS IN YOUR INBOX! 💌

(( SODAAAAAAAAA. my sodie-pop owo

firstly, right back at you! i have enjoyed our conversations so much & find it so refreshing chatting to someone so down-to-earth / so willing to explore darker themes in a mature / responsible way. i love you & appreciate your honesty and just your general vibes. i feel very comfortable just throwing things at you dlsngksdngsl (legit can't wait to see jae and volgin be sickos together - i dont know if this meme is us or them but im putting it here for you to see lmao )

but also, you have helped me. i think, like a lot of others on here, you've helped just by chatting to me. writing with me. having fun with me. like, our dumb little convos (and the serious ones where we both get all antsy and ranty) have helped a lot because it's taken my mind off of things. it's weird because i'm in the stage of grief now where it feels random. like, sometimes i'll be chill and all's good and then suddenly it hits. it's been hard being so...temperamental? sensitive? i think i've felt the need to constantly apologise because i know that there are people who are like 'urgh how dare you post about irl stuff' - personally, i like knowing my mutuals. how they're feeling and what they're up to. i think it's good to be friends with people ( and its fine too if people dont wanna be! ) i've felt in such a confusing and strange place these last few months that my head's been jelly and i guess i've felt apologetic for that. i don't wanna scare people away by cracking up in those moments of sadness.

BUT ALSO, thank you soda. your words are real and they're kind and i take them to heart. writing my boys has helped a lot during this time ( even if my writing has been STINKY ) - kaz's grief has helped me with my own, keeping heid's heart problems has forced me not to censor dealing with that & looking at the others' sadness has given me a weird place to channel my own. i'm glad that like, my writing can be enjoyed by others ( i really hope it is ) because they help me a lot too and i enjoy doing it. i enjoy writing with everyone <3 ))

SCP Scenarios: SCP x Reader - McDonald's Sprite (REQUESTED)

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Requested by: @katnotmore123

Bro y'all be simping for Sprite and I'm here simping for 7Up...

I mean I like them both but I just prefer 7up over Sprite... It's like comparing Pepsi and Coke ngl but with a more subtle difference

SCP 073 (Cain)

You came back to the foundation one day with a cup of iced drink and Cain had asked what you were drinking and you showed him

He was mildly confused but soon understood the beverage since he had seen them somewhere on the web (no, not the hub, an advert from McDonald's)

You asked if he wanted to try some and he did, so you gave him a sip

You were slightly annoyed and surprised since you drove over an hour and hadn't had anything to drink and the last thing you wanted was someone taking your drink

But since it was 073, you made it an exception since you hadn't expected him to have any food or beverages outside of site 17

You figured that he had enjoyed it as he reminisced his past about being able to eat plant-based food but no longer could

You felt bad and agreed to get more when you next go back

The researchers had wondered if the drink had ever rotted in his mouth but realise moments later that it's mainly made out of artificial ingredients aside from the natural flavourings

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

I have high doubts that you would be able to persuade Abel to drink such a plain beverage, so you had devised a plan to get him to try

You made a bet with Abel in which the loser has to finish off the drink, not that you'd complain (you unhealthy mf), but you really wanted him to give it a try

Abel accepted and had very much lost the bet

He had taken a sip and you noticed that he's enjoying the drink and teased him

He spat it out and flat out denied it (like the tsundere he is) but continued drinking it anyways

Some of the researchers monitoring Abel's cell found it rather amusing that he enjoyed such a "plain beverage" and did try to tease him about it

Let's just say it didn't end very well as it resulted in somebody's head being chopped off

You both had agreed that if Abel stops trying to breach his containment and be more cooperative, you or somebody else in your team would buy him more Sprite from McDonald's (and by 'buy', I mean kidnapping the whole chain's Sprite dispenser)

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

999 would most definitely take the drink out of your hand since his little tingles tell him that whatever you were drinking was sweet

And he was very much right

You were slightly shocked but wasn't surprised since he does have quite a sweet tooth

Every now and again, SCP 999 would ask if you had any more of those drinks and would even ask what they were

You had explained to him that it's a lemon and line flavoured soft drink created by the Coca-Cola company (the more you know right?)

He was intrigued and sweetly requested if you could buy him more and you obliged

You would use your time off to buy a dozen of Sprites from McDonald's and would sometimes buy other soft drinks like Coke and Fanta for 999

Needless to say, you had an orange blob as your personal pet who would give you unlimited hugs since you spoiled him with so many drinks

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

This mf of a lizard right here is just as stubborn, if not even more than Abel, and would reject trying that beverage at all for the whole entire week

You had to bribe him and the researchers were laughing their socks off from this interaction you both got going

He did give in but was rather hesitant at first

Once you poured some into his mouth, he seemed slightly disgusted from the taste

He would just sit still for a moment as to contemplate then stuck his tongue out as a sign of disgust

But bring the cheeky person you were, you spilt more into his mouth which led to him farting for the next few hours to which everyone laughed

Dr Bright heard the commotion and came to see what was happening

Let's just say he encouraged you to carry on if you want your head cut off but found it amusing regardless

In short, don't ever give him Sprite unless you want to torture him

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Does this bird doctor even drink?!

You mention multiple times about human food and how delicious they are

Mainly McDonald's Sprite and their food since its rather popular

ESPECIALLY THEIR CHEESE BITES/STICKS!!! HAVE YALL EVEN TRIED THEM!? THEY'RE DELICIOUS AF!!!

OMG they've released the garlic ones but I preferred the normal Mozzarella sticks and cheesy bites though

Anyways, back to Sprite, our side chick

049 would be intrigued about this 'Sprite' since you spoke so passionately about it like your life depended on it and requested you to get him one for a try and so you did

When he drank it he was surprised at the foreign taste

He asked if there were more beverages like it and you answered honestly, carrying on with your love for McDonald's and offered to buy him some for a try

Basically, 049 would give it a try since you spoke so passionately for them

He wouldn't necessarily hate it, but he wouldn't love the drink as much

I'd say he would be intrigued to try something new outside of his role in curing the pestilence

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

I am so sorry guys, I'll have to make 035 hella short since I can't think of anything interesting for him

DO YALL THINK THIS BOI CAN EVEN TRY?! JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S A BLOODY MASK!!!

The closest thing for him to try the drink is if you gave his now possessed body some beforehand so 035 could telepathically understand the taste

Like if you just straight up gave him the drink I don't think he would be able to drink it even if he wanted to

If the now dead body never had Sprite, then you ould just describe the tase to him in form of arts (I like to imagine 035 would be into arts, especially performing arts since he's basically a theatre mask)

SCP 105 (Iris)

Our girl here has a high chance that she might have tried McDonald's Sprite

But she just prefers healthier foods (this healthy mf knows that y'all can't keep healthy, that's why she's here to start your New Year's Resolution which is to stay healthy)

You both would recommend food which is healthy or unhealthy and would try them

Iris is more than capable of controlling her diet, but you, on the other hand, have a hard time doing so (don't lie, we all know y'all like junk food)

So, you both compromised in which you can have junk food as a reward, namely your favourite beverage, Sprite

You just love the citrus flavoured, colourless beverage so much that Iris would have to hide the drink from you (ah yes great promotion from me XD)

What would you do without our girl, Iris, eh? (Die from overeating unhealthy food which causes heart attacks and strokes, of course, fun!)

Anyways, sometimes when you're the one going out, you would be the one to buy a few dozen bottles of Sprite from McDonald's (bro do they even sell bottled drinks? Ik they do in KFC from where I live OwO)

Iris would drop dead from the sight of you bringing in so many Sprites into the foundation

She would most likely drink some with you, not because she likes them, god no

It's because there's no more room to store them and she's just a little bit thirsty

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man would be so confused by all this food and drinks from the outside world

His first impression of McDonald's was that of a circus since you've shown him the older advertisement for McDonald's since it fits his age (love you 106!!! Not)

And then you gave him a menu, and god did he not have any glasses (boi he do be needing to go to Specsavers fr)

He read Mozzarella Sticks as mosasaurs pricks, the Spicy Veggie One as spicy vag- and what's worse is that he read Double Quater Pounder as double quantum pounding (he even read Coke wrong!)

You and the foundation staff burst out of laughter at his 20/20 eyesight

So one day, you returned to the foundation with some Sprite in your hands in hopes that 106 would give it a go and so he did

He found the flavour somewhat new and strange but still enjoyed it nevertheless (this boi here do be a man of culture, am I right?)

Anyways, 106 loved it so much to the point that during one of the breaches, he disappeared from the foundation and reappeared with 10 boxes of Sprite

The researchers then realised afterwards that 106 had used his pocket dimension to teleport to the nearest McDonald's and stole the boxes of Sprite without even paying

They were even more surprised to find that the workers there were ordinary humans and weren't even fazed about 106 teleporting to their business (Sames here bro! If anyone stole my food/drinks I'd be pissed too regardless of who it is!!! Food is food!!!)

You basically made him addicted to Sprite

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

(Imma be honest here, idk if this guy eats since he's facing the wall and covering his face like 99% of the time unless some guy saw his face)

You were sat in 096's cell and was debating on what food to get from McDonald's

096 was curious about what you're talking about since he heard you mumbling bout food from this so-called "McDonald's"

So you explained to him the concept of food and that generally speaking, unhealthy foods are tastier and typically served quicker in at places like McDonald's

Imma be real here, I like Burger King's chilli cheese bites a tiny bit more since the McDonald's at my place is stuck with garlic cheese bites atm

It's not like I hate them, but I just prefer the old ones, but it's nice that McDonald's changes up their food every now and then

Anyways, back onto our side chick

You bought your favourite Sprite along with the double quantum pou- quarter pounder

096 was upon curious and so you let him have a bite of your quarter pounder and your Sprite

Let's just say that 096 found it weird and didn't ask about human food again

Dr Jack bright

Jack Bright is very much aware of McDonald's and other fast-food chains since he does have a fair share of memories of eating them with his family and because the bodies he possesses do be unhealthy af (just like you)

You were talking about food with one of your co-workers and Bright just so happened to be nearby and butted his head into the conversation

Your co-worker also just happened to leave for a meeting so you're both stuck together talking about McDonald's

Sometime later, you bought to the foundation some food, including Jack's favourites as he had mentioned not long ago

You both tried each other's food and he was mesmerised by the Sprite since it's been a while since he had it

So whenever you went back, you would buy a larger bottle of Sprite for Jack since he wouldn't have much free time and needed to drink more anyways

Sometimes, when you're both talking about food, you'd make up puns for them or just laugh at your misinterpretations since you're just as blind as a bat (btw I've read somewhere that bats have good vision, they just use echolocation a lot)

Some of the things you both would say would be "Did you hear that McDonald's gave all their employees large laptops for Christmas? They were Big Macs" and "Hey, Ronald McDonald - been watching any good clown movies? Ronald: I'm loving it"

One time, he smacked your bum and casually said to you "Girl, this quarter-pounder will take you to a whole different level of experience" and then left

Dr Simon Glass

Another doctor who has knowledge of fast foods

He's similar to Bright in a way as he doesn't leave the facility as often as he likes since he's constantly busy

Also, he would make terrible jokes and puns using wordplay

When you told him about your favourite drink, Sprite, Glass immediately said "I went to the store to get eight cans of Sprite. When I got home, I realized I’d only picked seven up"

You just looked dumbfounded at his puns and laughed as he continued

He did manage to take a sip and drank the whole can of Sprite instead

You even bought some wrap with extra mayo and told Simon about your friendly chat with the waitress/cashier and mentioned her former co-workers

And you died on the inside because his only reply was "She should go back sometime to ketchup with her old co-workers or she mayo not want to"

To shut him up, you have decided that buying him Sprite would work and it kinda did

Only for a short while though

Dr Alto Clef

Clef is well aware of the fast-food chain called McDonald's

It was hard to ignore it as a lot of people younger than him had kept talking about it, even you

Even worse if it was you talking about McDonald's since you have an obsession with their Sprite

Poor Clef was confused as he assumed that all lemon/lime flavoured drinks were the same

Oh boy was he wrong

You came back with your lunch from you know where and 2 bottles of Sprite

One was from McDonald's and the other from Lidl along with some of your favourite pastries, like croissants and toffee yum yums

You had him try all the foods and both Sprites and he finally gave in to the fact that McDonald's Sprite tastes more superior than the other

Not only that, he made dirty jokes and puns about the food in McDonald's

Like "Baby, you got more legs than a bucket of McDonald's", "Come over to my house and I’ll give ya a happy meal", "Do you work here? Because I’d like to order some fries with that shake" and "Girl when I am done with you, you won't be looking for no toys in this happy meal"

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Benjamin Kondraki would be the type of person who would be reluctant to try but would anyways since you asked so kindly and gave them those eyes

And by that, I mean a death glare

NGL he doesn't seem like the type of fella to be eating a ton of unhealthy food

I mean he doesn't necessarily eat salad or anything overly healthy, but he does have a balanced diet for the most part and does treat himself sometimes, but not too often

You magically crept up behind Kondraki and scared him unintentionally but you still laughed anyway because you're evil

He looked down and realised that the packaging was from McDonald's and you were holding a familiar clear bottle in your other hand

You were kind enough to share your food with him and he thoroughly enjoyed it

Then after that, you forced him to drink some Sprite since he has PTSD from your unhealthy obsession with it

And yes, he did end up drinking it

And no, he didn't like it nor did he hate it

You were upset that you thought he shot you down about Sprite but quickly regained your happiness since he did tell you about the drink being just above average

I just read your headcanons about treating Mirio,shouto and bakugou's hounds and it was soooo cuuuute kafkksfbksgkbs I wonder if you can do the same headcanons for Izuko, Hitoshi and maybe Tokoyami? OwO ♡♡♡♡♡

Hey bb! So unfortunately I don’t write for Tokoyami 👉🏼👈🏼 but I totally got ya on Izuku and Shinso! ❤️

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Izuku

Please be aware you will have to be this dude’s nurse 24/7

He is just always getting hurt

No matter what, he can promise you as much as he wants that he won’t get hurt or he’ll try his best to be safe...

Lmao that doesn’t happen

You don’t know how many times you’ll be hanging out with him, and you’ll notice he has a limp he won’t tell you about

Or he’ll be at your door, covered in scraps and trying to convince you “it’s nothing, really!”

You and Recovery Girl are like besties at this point

Worst part is unless he’s like at deaths door he REFUSES to act like it’s a big thing

Like “oh my fingers are purple and look like burnt chicken-it’s chill”

NO SIR IT IS NOT FUCKING CHILL

He takes pain like a champ tho, like he will grimace here and there but he’ll never do anything but that

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“Izuku-for the love of-“ you huffed our with exasperation as you struggled with the hem of his shirt. “-just take off your shirt!”

Poor Midoriya’s cheeks were on fire, his face very much resembling a red strawberry as his bruised digits wrapped around yours, trying desperately to keep his shirt down over his chest.

It wasn’t as if you’d ever seen him shirtless, you had seen him like that countless of times....he just didn’t want to worry you. Yeah his last patrol was a little-rougher-than the rest...but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle!

But deep down he knew it looked pretty bad, the bruises blossoming under his skin, deepening with each hour as they were still pretty fresh. And even though they stung, and made it hard to move in certain positions, and-yeah it was kinda hard to breathe in certain ways....he was fine, he swears!

You stopped your tug of war against Izuku, hands falling limp against his thighs, your body hovering over his legs.

“Izuku please,” you pleaded, eyebrows furrowing in sympathy, “I know there’s something wrong...I just want to make sure your okay!”

“I know, I-I just-“ he stuttered our, green orbs full of guilt, “I don’t want to worry you!”

You huffed, feeling defeat flood your body, as you softly caressed the hem of Izuku’s shirt, his favorite one....

His favorite shirt.

It was cruel to do this to him, and you knew it was wrong, but of course you wouldnt actually do it...but that overwhelmingly cruel light bulb idea was now stuck in your brain and wasn’t letting go.

You sighed yet again, this time with an over exaggeration and devilish grin on your face.

“Oh, that’s okay then...” you stated, your words sickly sweet and understanding.

Izuku perked up, unaware by your drastic change in demeanor.

“R-really?!? It is?”

You looked at his slightly relieved face, smile still on your lips. “Yeah of course! If you don’t want to take off your shirt, I can always just cut it off of you-“

Izuku audibly gulped, wise eyes growing even larger.

You-you wouldn’t right? You knew well that this was one of his favorite tshirts, as it had his favorite hero on it plus it was the comfiest one he owned...he wouldn’t ever find a tshirt he loved as much as this one.

Izuku stared at your face, trying to see pass a bluff...but you were good at hiding your true emotions, eyes glinting mischievously in the hazy warm lights.

“So whats it gonna be ‘Zuku?” you asked softly, slowly trailing under the cloth of his shirt, leaving a lowing hum of electricity on his skin. “The scissors are right there after all-“

“I-I’ll take off the shirt,” he said sheepishly, cheeks glowing a shade of red.

You giggled at his expression, thankful he took the bait as you took his face in your hands, your thumbs trailing his infinite freckles.

He could be stubborn, but he always gave in...eventually.

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Shinso

Really doesn’t like being “taken care of”

Like don’t get me wrong, you dotting over him makes him all warm and fuzzy inside,,,

But, idk, he just doesn’t like the feeling of being weak

Kind of like Izuku, tried to deny the fact he’s hurting

But he is much easier to persuade

Usually just takes a kiss or two and he gives in to your efforts

If you have to bandage him up, he likes to be a big flirt to cover up his grimaces

Gives you a bunch of blush worthy compliments,,,,,

Calls you his “Nurse Babe”

Whatever the hell that means

Honestly, after an hour of having your whole attention on him he is hooked

He will never be the same again...he is a hoe for that attention for eternity now 💀

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Your finger were feeling as if they were being tugged out their sockets, the huge bucket of soft soppy warm water sloshing dangerously in its container.

You stepped into the room where a bruised up Shinso lay on the floor, hand lazily scrolling on his phone.

Hearing you enter the room, his head tilted towards you, his once bored expression peeking up into curiousty. His violet eyes watched you intently as you set down the bucket with a huff, kneeling next to his body as you submerged some towels in the luke warm water.

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” He asked, voice still gruff from a nap he had taken a few minutes prior.

You simply continued your work, small smile on your lips as you placed a few towels in the floor.

“Well, since the doctors said you weren’t clear for a shower or bath for the night,” you stated softly, “I thought I’d give one myself.”

“So a sponge bath?” Shinso said plainly. “I’m not some old man, kitten, I’m perfectly fine to take a bath-hell, I can take a shower just fine.”

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, shaking your head at him.

“When your bruises aren’t the color of your hair, maybe I’ll believe you-“ you gave him a small grin, swallowing down a ball of saliva. “-now take off your shirt.”

Shinso simply chuckled, an exasperate sigh leaving his lips. He knew too well that you were determined to nursing him back to health (even though he felt he was perfectly fine)....so really, there was no point in trying to believe him. And at this point...he wasn’t to sure he even wanted you to.

Having all your undivided attention on him was...nice-even if he hated admitting it.

“Doll, if you just wanted me to strip down...” he said cheekily, that shit eating grin plastered on his pale skin. “All you had to was ask.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, helping hin slowly peel his shirt off his skin-thank god it was a button down, or this would have been a hell of a lot harder.

But sitting in his lap, hands trailing gently against the soft skin of his abdomen and those piercing eyes watching your every move...it wa snaking your body feel particularly too hot for an otherwise cool room.

“Aw, you poor thing,” Shinso cooed with an air of arrogance, “are you flustered?”

“N-no,” you stuttered, kicking yourself internally for your obvious slip up, “I’m just wondering how the hell you lost so hard to get so many bruises.”

Shinso chuckled at your feeble attempt at a comeback, loving how you were so affected by this change in the atmosphere.

He deifnitely wnated to capitalize on this moment, his digits cradling your face as he forced you to look at him.

He grinned yet again, teeth biting his bottom lips as he gazed at you with a hungry look.

“Aw, but you are-” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“-It’s okay doll, you don’t have to hide it from me...I like seeing you like this,”

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first time dads!haikyuu pt.3

request: Hiii I just read everything you’ve posted and I. Am. In. Love with your writingggg! I was hope to request a part 3 for your first-time dad series for Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, and Akaashi :) -@lollypop-lam

note: ahhhh!!!! helloo bb~~ thank you so much for your luv<3333 i was rly not expecting so many ppl to read this series!! but i enjoy writing it so here’s a part 3 for you (i tried to add more variety of scenarios for y/n so it’s not all the same!) hehe i hope you like it! thank you for ur request!<3 here is dad!tsukki, akaashi, yams, and kenma

mentions: pregnancy, domesticity, fluff, slight angst, timeskip, fem!reader

part one (daichi, kuroo, oikawa)

part two (iwaizumi, suna, atsumu, osamu)

☀︎—kei tsukishima

he already knew something was different since the day you took the test

kei could sense that you were tenser than usual 

Exhibit A was when you slightly jumped as he placed one hand gently on the small of your back,

it was really nothing out of the ordinary...

so he raises an eyebrow at you, not saying anything, but just questioning with his curious expression

you bite your lip,,,, 

this was unplanned and even though you’ve recently discussed having kids, you’re worried about how kei might feel because honestly you’re pretty anxious,

but when you break the news to him,

the corners of his mouth are upturned into a soft grin

and he quietly pulls you into a hug

you also could’ve sworn that there were tear stains that he left on your shirt after

but when ur in his arms while he’s whispering about how excited he is, you know that you’re ready to have a family with him<33

tsukki likes to express his care for you and his child through subtle affectionate gestures,,

like his favorite thing to do when he comes home from work is envelop you in a back hug,

and he likes to run his large hands gently over your bump, waiting for a kick

when he feels one, you bet your ass that this man is grinning bc he just can’t hide his excitement !!!

i feel like he’d be a super cautious dad-to-be,

like if you’re given prenatal vitamins or told not to eat certain foods,

he has scrutinized the labels and the internet to make sure everything in the house is safe for you and his bb<33

during your whole pregnancy, he’s more logical and clear-minded, but there’s a stark contrast on the day you actually go into labor owo

like i’m talking sweat beads running down the side of his forehead

and his hand clutching yours for dear life as he guides you to the hospital room

during the entire labor, tsukishima can’t be separated from you...

like when you get up to go to the bathroom and make him stand outside, he’s leaned against the door with his arms crossed

he’s acting like a bodyguard?? but like for what idk

he’s quite tense until his baby makes their appearance,

but when he does get to hold the baby, his body is wracked with silent sobs and he’s overcome with a wave of emotion

he’s silent on the outside, 

but his mind can’t even begin to process the monumental amount of love he feels for u and this little bb <333 🥺🥺🥺

dad tsukki has fallen in love all over again.

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi slips into the bedroom when he hears ur sniffling,,

your back faces him, but he can tell that ur hunched over something in your hands...

when he approaches you and sees that your eyes are puffy n swollen,

his voice is filled with concern,

“what’s wrong?”

it takes a moment for you to choke out your words but you manage,

“keiji, i-i’m scared,”

then he catches sight of the white stick in your hands,

and he sees two faint lines sitting on its little screen

he takes a seat next to you, pulling your body against his and pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead,,,

“what are you scared of when you have me?”

the two of you have a long conversation that night,, 

mostly with akaashi reassuring you that he’s prepared for whatever decision you make and that he’ll always be there to support you🥺

the next morning,

you’ve calmed down and thought clearly about this, realizing that many of your anxieties stemmed from how keiji would react,

but after realizing his willingness to support you,

you can’t help but smile and press a hand to your belly as you look in the mirror in the bathroom

and when akaashi sees this, his heart is so full and excited!!!🥺

throughout your pregnancy, akaashi is overwhelmingly supportive and emotionally reliable,,

he listens to your concerns both physically and mentally, helping you talk through your worries and find solutions,,

he’s also suuuper intimate with you,

bathing and pampering you,

staying up late to talk with you,

waking you up with kisses nd breakfast in bed,,

he’s just the most perfect partner to you. 

and every day you spend beside him reaffirms your excitement to have his child

when the day arrives, you’re beyond anxious,

he can just tell from little gestures you make that you’re more nervous than ever before,

so akaashi has one hand on you at all times during labor, so you can physically feel his support

the process couldn’t have gone more smoothly than it did, and akaashi’s so grateful 

and when he gets to hold the baby against his own chest, 

he’s smiling through the tears that are welling up bc

his eyes now lay upon the most beautiful replica of you.

fugg i luv keiji🥰🥰🥰

☀︎—tadashi yamaguchi

the day you tell yamaguchi you’re pregnant?

he’s probably crying.

no, he’s definitely crying.

he’s also definitely overexcited

so when he went in for a hug, he immediately lets go bc he’s worried that he hugged you too tightly🥺

he’s just a ball of emotions and kind of all over the place!!

but he gets it together asap and is already on dad duty the very next day

making doctor’s appointments, listing purchases to be made, planning for your baby shower, n anything he can do to be prepared

he makes many a few unnecessary purchases

something like a bougie hundred dollar memory foam pregnancy pillow for u 

and a temperature controlled collapsible baby stroller for his bb

his heart was in the right place but his money was not asdgfd

but he wants to treat you like the queen that you are,

so he’s always excited to come home to see you after work

and he likes to bring home things that will make you happy

food and baby clothes and flowers uwuwu

i also think tadashi came up with the idea to start scrapbooking the memories of your soon to be little family of three <33

so he takes cute little polaroids to keep them in a scrapbook

and he also definitely keeps a lil photo of the baby’s ultrasound in his wallet that he often takes peeks at while at work

and he can’t help but smile and tear up at the thought of starting a family w u 🥰

every morning, he just feels so blessed to wake up to the sight of you n your lil bump aka his future child ?!?!!?

and when that realization registers in his brain,

he just has to pull you close to him, plant a kiss to ur belly, and cuddle you for as long as he wants <333

the day you go into labor, yamaguchi lugs like 3 hospital bags frantically out of the house (he definitely stuffed them fully to the brim)

he’s overall pretty anxious but he’s mostly anxious about the pain you’re going thru🥺

with each hour that passes at the hospital, he’s pacing the room back and forth, always coming back to ur bedside to hold ur hand and kiss it many times

when the time finally comes, yamaguchi can’t believe that he’s actually seeing his child irl

like.... he’s in awe of the beauty of his child, just utterly speechless...

it registers a little bit later and he’s crying again

but back home, yamaguchi is always so eager to take care of his baby and he’ll do anything n everything to take care of his child and help u rest and recover

dad yamaguchi melts my heart

☀︎—kozume kenma

so u decide to plan a little surprise for kenma one morning

and he’s all groggy from just waking up, 

but he peeks his eyes open when he hears you shuffling back and forth right at his bedside,,

he sees that you’re only wearing a white oversized tee and he’s about to pull u back in bed for more sleep,

but then kenma’s eyes focus on the text that’s handwritten in sharpie in the center of the shirt over your stomach

“kenma jr.”

he’s never seen this shirt before, and then he’s realizing what it means and his eyes widen in anticipation !!!

so u crawl on top of him and lay your head on his chest while he’s processing,,

“you’re—?”

“yes, kozume. i am.”

he’s smiling with his eyes closed, 

and he lifts his head to kiss your hair before wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear that “he doesn’t know a kenma jr. but he can’t wait to meet them”

you swat at his chest jokingly, and he smiles even wider, 

but you don’t see the love that resonates deeply in his eyes when he looks down at you🥺 

bc you end up falling asleep on him lmaooo

but ever since that day, kenma is on high alert whether it looks like it or not...

he’s especially protective of u in public, 

observing those closest to you and gently shifting you out of the way when someone gets too close...

kenma is most affectionate though when he thinks you’re not aware,,

meaning he likes to run his hand over your stomach, admire your sleeping expression, nd gently kiss your hair

all while he thinks you’re asleep but you’re not tho and it makes ur heart explode

kenma also doesn’t struggle to sleep at night, but he ends up choosing to stay awake for as long as u are 

and he stays awake even after u fall asleep bc he likes to whisper some of the sweetest words to just kenma jr uwuwuwu

on the day when kenma accompanies you to the hospital, he’s listening intently to the patterns of your breathing,

so he knows when the pain is worst and he holds onto you tighter during those times,,

after hours of labor, kenma ends up super teary eyed at the sight of his baby,

he’s silently swaying the baby in his arms nd just thinking about how much his heart is overfilling with luv...

he knows kenma jr now... and he loves kenma jr with his whole heart<333

sleeping w two-bit would include? (love ur writing! OwO)

heya birdie! thanks sm for requesting (: you didn't specify if this was sfw or nsfw so i just assumed it was sfw, like you're sleeping beside him lol. thank you, im glad you enjoy my writing! i got inspired to write these kinda spur of the moment thing so sorry if they're not really well written, it's bc i didn't really edit them lmaoo - mae

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Sleeping with Two-bit Hc's (sfw):

° Let's just start off with the fact that Two-bit Matthews is the biggest cuddler out of the whole entire gang and you cannot change my mind!

° Honestly, you're wrapped up in his arms the second you both get into bed. 

° Sporadic tickle fights will occur when you both get into bed, and he won't stop until you declare something lame like how he's the best in the entire world. What a loser lmaoo

° He's pretty talkative, so giggle fests are incredibly commonplace when you're both sleepy. 

° Did I also mention that Two's an honest to god human radiator? Like I hope you didn't want any covers because he's warm as hell. 

° Speaking of covers, he's a blanket snatcher and hogger, it's why you end up sleeping on his back now. 

° Buries his big head into the crook of your neck or chest because Two is soft y'all! Try to change my mind!

° His even breathing is like music to your ears, and he looks so comfy and peaceful when he sleeps. Lmaoo you don't actually watch him sleep, you just glance for like a second.

° Spooning is the only valid thing here, and yes, you do attempt to big spoon him and it's wholesome asf. It makes him laugh. 

° He holds onto you like a koala bear and you don't mind because it's comfy as hell. 

° Oh yeah, if things aren't comfy, expect for Two-bit to like move around a bunch until he's gotten comfy. 

° And sometimes he just a big dickhead and moves when things are comfy to get a reaction out of you and istg this one time you got up and were gonna leave. 

° "Babe no! Come back!" He choked out between laughs, hauling your ass back into bed with him. 

° "You're such an ass, Two! I was comfyyyyyy" honestly you sounded like your world was ending (which it was) …

° Lmaoo he probably Dutch ovens you dhshdgwbahshe

° His sleepy voice though!!! Like who gave this man the right to sound like that??? 

° Kisses your forehead and temple a lot. 

° I swear he can't sleep without having some sort of contact with you. 

° Sometimes you wake up and he's grabbed your hand or your ass… It's mainly your ass but we don't talk about that.

° He mumbles in his sleep. 

° He also snores like all hell. Like pls shove a pencil up his nose for christ sake!

° Two-bit star fishes like its a profession. 

° He takes up all of the room, but he says it's just so he can wake up to you on top of him, ayeeee! 

° Honestly, don't expect to get up in the mornings because Two-bit's gonna be snuggling with you for a solid two hours before he even thinks of getting up.

° If you can't sleep, he'll play with your hair for a little while before he messes it up. 

° Honestly, he loves messing with you when you sleep. You're no stranger to the shaving cream in your hand, tickled by a feather on your face prank and unfortunately you fall for it every single goddamn time! 

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I’m Always Curious Part Thirty

Previous Part | Next Part |  Masterlist Notes: I hope everyone’s having a good week 💕

Welcome back to Pike’s POV! I hope y’all like it 😬

Warnings: Cursing and canon-typical violence/suspense(?) Summary: Christopher Pike was well and truly at a loss. 

She didn’t like this.

Pike could see that in her every gesture, hear it in every word. He saw it in the way her jaw clenched minutely when they were discussing the prospect of a manual tag; he could hear it in her dejected sigh of, “But we put our dreams away.” He didn’t know what that meant to either her or Reno, but he didn’t like the sound of it coming from either of them. Christopher Pike was well and truly at a loss. He was unfamiliar with the mission type, with the man running it, and he felt wholly unfamiliar with the Commander suiting up to pilot the attack fighter to tag the DY-100. He should not have felt so unfamiliar with the Commander. He knew her, or had known her, before. But she seemed so changed since the last time they’d been in one another’s company. That morning was something that Christopher thought about more often than he cared to admit: the memory of her waking in his arms, the sweet kisses and soft murmurs, her being summoned for a mission, telling him that she’d be back in an hour—

Christopher pulled himself from thought as he stepped onto the turbolift with Durling to head to the Bridge. The Commander’s words were still ringing in his head: “Caught the wrong end of a bat’leth.” She said it like it was something that happened every day. But then, for her and Durling, and for much of Starfleet, that had been their reality for almost a year.  “You worried?” Pike glanced over to see Durling watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He wasn’t sure he liked the man very much. The Commander seemed very familiar with him, but by their accounts, they had spent much of the war working with one another on such missions as the upcoming 22-9-14. Christopher had caught the look that Durling had cast the Commander when he’d introduced himself; he couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew. Perhaps he was simply aware of the fact that the Commander was previously stationed on the Enterprise. “You and the Commander seem to have things in hand,” He answered crisply, “As you’ve said, you’ve run plenty of these, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Durling gave Pike a small nod, “Been a while for you two, huh? Seeing each other.” “Yes, it has. You were stationed together for most of the war?” “That’s right.” “For how much of that time was she a Commander?” “Not much, mostly the last leg. At that point, we were placed on separate craft. She was put in charge of a fleet of attack fighters, stationed out of Starbase 412.” “So you’re used to calling the shots,” Pike offered. Durling chuckled. “Guess so, but I’ve been under her a time or two.” He stepped off of the turbolift ahead of Pike, who watched him go with narrowed eyes. The implication was clear, and the ease of interaction between the two did lend credence to it. Christopher was not sure he liked Eli Durling. -- He had offered the Captain’s chair to Durling, who had politely declined. Instead, Durling had briefly commandeered Burnham’s station, with Burnham and Tilly hovering beside. Pike couldn’t bring himself to sit, so he stood instead, eyeing the S.S. Botany Bay. The craft was eerily silent and dark, drifting out in the ether like a whale in the open ocean. The Commander had launched from the shuttle bay only moments ago, and Pike watched the attack fighter approach. What could she possibly be thinking? 

Christopher used to be able to tell what she was thinking with a look. He knew every eye roll, brow raise, smile— They’d hardly met one another’s eyes since she’d been aboard the Discovery. When he’d seen her at Kat’s side, he could’ve sworn he was seeing a ghost. But she’d seemed so stunned in turn, had turned away so quickly— And, well… He had known that she had served on the Pinnacle for some time. He’d never been able to bring himself to reach out, a fact that had managed to escape Una’s notice until recently. And he hadn’t sought the Commander out while she was on the ship, either. There was a mission at hand, one that he was unfamiliar with and that they both needed to be focused on. 

Of course, it did not help that she was at the core of this mission. 

“How’s it looking, Commander?” The sound of Durling’s voice again drew Pike from his reverie. Her voice came through seconds later, “Like the holo, but bigger.” “...Thank you for that,” Durling answered, “Get ready for bot deployment—” “Afraid I can’t do that, Durling.” “You know I don’t like hearing that.” “You think I like saying it? Can Helm please patch through my feed?” There was a pause before the feed from the attack fighter came through. The hull of the S.S. Botany Bay was dark, slightly rusted. “Run a hull integrity test, please,” She added. Christopher could hear in her voice that she knew precisely what the outcome would be. He glanced back as he watched Michael step up beside Durling and run the calculations. “The integrity of the hull seems to be highly compromised,” Michael grimaced, glancing up at Pike. “What do you put the likelihood of an automated external tag application? I ran the numbers on the trip out, let’s see if we got the same thing,” The Commander commented from inside the ship. Christopher’s brows rose. The last time he recalled the Commander copping an attitude like that, they’d been in private; they had just returned from Koutov, and they had exchanged a fair amount of smack-talk in the gym before— “Why don’t you give me your number first,” Burnham offered. “Likelihood of a break from tag as a result of automated pressure sits at 94.772%.” “I had it at 94.771%,” Burnham reported. “Damn,” Detmer muttered. “So, Durling,” The Commander added, “I figure this is the part where you get to reach out to Admiral Cornwell for authorization of a manual tag. I’d do it, but I’m pretty sure it falls to you. You know, since you’re the commanding officer on this mission and all.” Tilly snorted, then slapped her hand over her mouth, averting her eyes as Durling glanced back at her. Pike cast the ensign a small, amused smile, fighting the urge to laugh, himself. He had known the Commander's unease with the mission since their briefing, and he could only imagine that Ensign Tilly had a handle on the Commander's feelings as well. Durling turned back to the station, fingers moving over the screen. “What happens now?” Pike asked, walking a little closer to the station. “We have to get authorization from Admiral Cornwell for a single ejection for the tag and run,” Durling answered, eyes set on the screen.  “Why a single ejection?” “The mechanism is tricky, and the longer the Commander spends out of the ship, the more risky it is—” “Captain, I’m getting a reading,” Owosekun spoke up, “There’s an unusual amount of… Debris, it looks like, coming off of the Botany Bay.” Pike frowned, striding over to the console and peering over it. He could see the pieces breaking away from the ship. His hand tightened on the back of where he’d rested it on Owo’s chair. He cleared his throat, speaking up: “Commander—” “I see it, Captain,” Was her quick answer, “Looks like it’s coming off of the cesium tanks— Durling, where are we—” “Authorization just came through. Eject at earliest convenience, tag fast, kid.” “Yessir.” Christopher leaned back from Owo’s station, letting go of her seat and turning back to Durling. “How long do you think it’ll take?” “In perfect conditions, minimal hull integrity, it takes her about 4 minutes. Something this delicate, though, it depends. Six minutes on the outside.” “Have we got a trajectory on the debris?” Pike asked. “Can you guys close comms for a few minutes? Trying to launch myself into space here,” The Commander spoke up through the mic. Byrce muttered an apology before shutting Comms. “We have a trajectory,” Detmer answered, glancing back at Pike, “The Commander and the attack fighter will be in its path in the next eight minutes.” That was a slim window. He glanced back at Durling. “The tether to her attack fighter—” “There isn’t one,” Durling shook his head, “No tether, just the Commander and a jetpack.” Pike felt a burst of fear in his chest that was unlike anything he’d felt in a long time. “She’s floating free out there?” He asked harshly. “If something were to hit the ship, it would drag her with it. She knows what the risks are, Captain, she’s done this before.” “Has she ever not made it back to the fighter?” “Once,” Eli conceded, nodding, “I don't know how they handled it, she was with the squadron at that point.” “Engaging tag,” The Commander’s voice crackled through the comm. “Copy,” Durling answered quickly. “Captain, the cesium components are picking up speed,” Detmer warned. “Suggestions?” Pike asked, looking around the bridges he grappled with his own solutions. “We could lock phasers on it,” Nhan offered. “The blasts could put the Commander in the path of the way rubble,” Burnham shook her head. “We could have the transporter bay lock on the Commander and prepare to beam her back to the ship,” Tilly offered. Durling nodded, “That could work,” As Pike turned to Detmer. “Get a lock on her signal, prepare to transport her back to the ship,” He ordered. “Aye, sir,” Detmer nodded. “Progress?” Durling asked into comms. “Working on enabling the proxy,” Came the Commander’s answer. “Work faster.” “You wanna come out here and do it?” “The cesium debris is picking up speed, your window’s closing.” “Course it is,” The Commander muttered, “This wasn’t already fun enough— I’m two minutes out.”  “Can you make that one?” Pike asked. “Only if you want the job done fast and not right, Captain.” Pike turned back to look out through the viewscreen, tucking his hands behind his back and clutching one wrist with his hand, giving it a squeeze as he watched the cesium debris drift closer. Urging her to work faster would only increase what was, no doubt, an already insane amount of pressure on the Commander. But he couldn't help the dread simmering in his stomach. He fought the urge to shift from foot to foot, to pace, if only to stop himself from taking one of the exploratory pods that he'd piloted previously and getting her out of there himself. “Where are we with the lock, Detmer?” He asked. “Locked on her signal, sir. Transporter bay’s prepared to beam her out,” Detmer reassured. Pike gave a nod of thanks, hand flexing. He could hardly see the Commander as it was— she was a speck on the hull of the Botany Bay, distant and easily missed if one didn’t know where to look. “Thirty seconds,” The Commander reported as Owo warned, “One minute.” “Window’s closing,” Durling warned, “We’re beaming you back.” “—Transporter’s been knocked offline, sir,” Detmer informed Pike worriedly, “There’s interference from the debris.” “I’m heading back to the fighter,” The Commander informed them. “Do you still have a lock on the Commander?” Pike asked. “Yes, and the transporter bay’s working to get back functionality.” Pike glanced between Detmer and Durling, waiting for any change, warning, but the first sign that he got was— “I’m in the fighter, hatch is locked,” The Commander reported, “Heading back for the Discovery.” Pike felt his shoulders relax a little for a moment, a quiet breath leaving him— until he heard alarms going off on the Commander’s side. “What’s happening over there?” Durling asked. “I’ve got heavy damage to the left warp nacelle, looks like some of that debris ripped through the unit.” “Can you make it back?” “I don’t hard I can push this thing,” The Commander admitted, and for the first time in a long time, Christopher heard a thread of fear in her voice. “Where are we with transporter bay?” He asked. “They’re at 74%,” Owosekun answered.

Pike watched with bated breath as the attack fighter began to weave its way through the debris field. He could see the sharp, jittering movements, the hairpin dives and dips it was forced to make. 

“Commander,” Burnham warned, “I’m detecting another impending detachment from the Botany Bay--”

“If you’re referring to that piece of hull breaking off, I am detecting that, too!” 

The Bridge crew watched, horrified, as a chunk of rusted ancillary hull peeled from the ship. It sailed through the cesium tank debris, sending pieces scattering toward the attack fighter. 

Pike heard the beeping of systems warnings and a hissed curse before: “I’ve got cabin puncture.”

“How bad?” Durling asked. 

“I am again asking if you’d like to come here out here yourself.”

Pike heard the flipping of switches on the other end.

“Where are we with transporters?” The Commander asked. 

“98%,” Detmer answered. 

“I’m initiating manual eject,” The Commander informed them. 

“You’re what?” Durling snapped nearly over the Commander answering, "It'll be easier for you to lock on my signal from outside of the fighter, the nacelle's heating up and I don't want to beaming in a damaged warp component instead'a me!"

“I want phasers ready on the debris and tractor beam locked on that attack fighter,” Pike warned. He vaguely registered the crew’s calls of compliance behind. 

“Detmer,” Pike warned, watching the Commander push herself out of her ship and into open space.

“Locked, sir!”

“Beam her out-- Fire!”

There was a pause, then several flashes of light as the Discovery’s phasers targeted the cesium and hull debris. 

The Bridge went quiet before Durling spoke up: “Commander… Are you in the transporter bay?” 

There was a long moment where Chris couldn’t hear anything but his heart pounding in his ears; his hands clenched in on themselves, his stomach churned in fear, and then,

“There somewhere else I’m supposed to be?” Was her answer. 

Christopher closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t know if he wanted to smile, or yell, or put on a flight suit and give one of those tags a go for himself. 

“... Plot a course for Starbase 338,” He told Detmer; it was Durling’s next stop, where they’d be letting the man off, and possibly the Commander with him, “Owosekun, bring that attack fighter in."

He glanced back at Durling as both officers at the helm confirmed, and found the Lieutenant Commander headed for the turbolift. 

“Pollard needs to check her out,” Durling reminded him, “Coming with?” 

Christopher considered for a second, then shook his head a little. Durling gave a small nod before stepping onto the turbolift, disappearing from view. 

Christopher lowered himself into the captain’s chair, scrubbing his hand over his mouth. He needed to have a word with the Commander. He needed to have several words with the Commander, but he needed to have them without Durling around-- or Burham, or Jett, or Tilly, or anyone. Once the Commander was cleared by Dr. Pollard, once she’d had some rest, then he would ask her if she had a moment. 

And that, of course, gave him some time to work out what the hell he could possibly say to her. 

“Course set, Captain,” Detmer reported. His eyes darted to her before he nodded. 

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“You’re coming over to Japan?”

“Yeah! Hang on, give me a second.”

You fiddle with the headphones in your hand while pulling your suitcase over to a table.

“Should’ve put these on before calling you.” “Anyways back to what I was saying-”

“WAIT REALLY? IS THAT THE AiR-pORT?”

Your mouth twists as you hear Sugawara’s voice cracking, you just told your boyfriend that you’ll be coming over to visit him in Japan for Christmas, judging by his reaction he probably didn’t see this coming. 

“Yeah Suga, I’m flying to Japan!” 

“Well guess that means I just wasted my money for a flight…” 

“Wait.”

“No way.” 

You are speechless.

“Did I just buy a ticket to visit Y/n? Without knowing Y/n is already at the airport waiting for her flight in 2 hours? Yeah.” 

You are really speechless, Sugawara bursts into laughter upon seeing your stunned expression, his familiar voice rings in your ear. The corners of your mouth uncontrollably quirks up watching your dorky boyfriend. 

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You're in love, you both are.

You know you’re in love when you can listen to him all day but still laugh when he cracks a stupid joke. 

He knows he’s in love when he has that impulse to make you laugh, as cliche as it sounds, your laugh makes his day so much better. 

You know you’re in love when you can send him texts ranging from stupid puns to endless “I love you”s and midnight confessions every night before bed. 

He knows he’s in love when he sets his phone’s wallpaper to pictures of you, or pictures of him with you in it. It may seem funny but he believes that way the last thing he sees every night is you, and every morning when his phone alarm rings, the first person he wakes up to is you. 

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“Good afternoon passengers, this is the final boarding call for passengers who booked for flight JL122 to Miyagi, Japan. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. I repeat…” 

You stand up and stretch your stiff body while holding your phone.

“Guess that’s my queue.” 

“You can’t call me on the plane?” 

“I don’t think this plane comes with Wi-Fi, Suga.”  “Plus the passengers are probably getting tired of me talking.”  Right on queue, the old lady that’s been sitting behind you gives you a dirty look that can rival Tsukishima’s. 

“Teenagers.” she mumbles under her breath. 

You give an awkward wave as you make your way to the front counter, Suga giggling in the process. 

“See you in Miyagi Y/n.” 

“Can’t wait.” 

You watch as your phone screen fades to black, chest feeling heavy, you miss him already. 

This seems to be a short flight, but the longest you’ve been on too. 

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The flight attendant leads you to your seat. You got yourself a first class window seat, to make yourself comfortable and maybe away from being too paranoid. 

“Can I get you anything right now?” 

“Oh thank you but I’m fine.” 

You sink into your seat, fully utilizing the wide leg room it has. It’s been 6 months since you left Japan, your company promised a really high pay if you work in another country for a year. Your parents were in dire need of the money, and that was the last straw that made you leave Sugawara. 

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The heart breaks you went through before leaving, the aching in your heart after you promised to never leave him. Sugawara was surprisingly calm with it, acknowledging that you should do what’s best for your parents. That didn’t stop him from giving you a paper with only “Stay” written on it, you were told to open it only when you board the plane. 

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The feelings and memories all come back in a flash, your eyes slowly turning glossy, letting out a soft whimper.  You rearrange your feelings and run your fingers through your hair before sinking back into your seat. 

You tilt your head and look towards the window, all you can see is the sky, endless blue skies that stretch out far and wide, clouds dancing to the rhythm of the slow breeze. 

----

You can reach the sky, but have you ever touched the clouds?

You’ve fallen in love, but will your feelings resurface from the depths? 

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Long distance relationships are hard to maintain, they say, you’ve never believed that, but the first week separated took a major toll on you. You could never anticipate the feeling, the yearning for someone, the longing to see his face, the need to hear his voice, the starve for his touch, so bad that it actually hurts. Your chest aches everyday, whether it was seeing something that resembled or reminded you of him. 

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You close your eyes, trying to sleep all the feelings away. The paranoia you feel, the tingly feeling that something’s wrong stays with you and keeps you up as you toss and turn in the seat.

“How can I sleep when reality is already so much better than my dreams.” 

These words ring in your ear, as you remember the night you video called Sugawara. You were rushing him to go to bed, but as these words slip from his mouth, you felt a warm feeling inside. Something about his confessions has always made your heart just beat a little faster, and feel a little better knowing that he’s here with you, he’s always here.

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The flight feels like forever as you make your way down to the airport, your body feels like it’s just moving on it’s own. You yawn and nearly knock into someone on your way out, mumbling a “sorry” as you continue to walk. 

You shiver as you splash water onto your face in the toilet, your body feels even heavier now as you put on thick clothes to prepare for the cold weather in Miyagi. (also because Suga thinks the new coat you bought was adorable) 

“Finally.” out of the airport, you took in your first deep breath in Miyagi. 

“Does the air smell better here?” 

“Smells like home.” you unconsciously answer 

The voice rings again, this time it’s the familiar laughter that you were only able to hear in video calls for 6 months. You turn your head in that direction to see Sugawara with his arms open. 

“Welcome back, you haven't changed at all have you?”

You two topple over as you jump into his arms, the warmth of your chest on his, the feeling of being able to feel each other’s breath. He kisses your tear-stain cheeks, which taste a little salty but being able to hold you in his arms again was the biggest present he needs this Christmas. 

Sugawara misses you too, he misses showing affection to you by hugging you, playing with your hair, holding your hands and kissing you instead of having to rely on hearing your voice every now and then. He misses laughing with you, singing with you, or having stupid pranks on each other once in a while. 

Now that you’re here, he finally gets to do it all over again. The overwhelming feeling fills his chest, as he continues holding you in his arms tightly after standing up. Being shorter than Sugawara, you cling tightly to his chest as your ears pick up his speeding heartbeat as you smile and hug him back. 

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too Y/n, me too.” 

“Also, you’re kidding.”

“Are you wearing a matching shirt with me?” 

“Well, can’t help it. I think it’s cute.” 

You can’t believe your dorky boyfriend found a shirt to match yours when you video called him before boarding the plane. 

“Is that the only surprise I’ll be getting on Christmas?”

“Only one way to find out.” 

“I’m taking you home.”

“Home…” 

You mumble the word, a wave of nostalgia hits you as you smile and mumble the word again. It all feels so surreal, you're in Miyagi right now, with the boy you love, going home for Christmas. Home is where he is, home is always where Sugawara is, his arms, his hugs, it all feels like home to you.  “Home.” 

Sugawara leads you to his car, his hand on your shoulder while the other carries your luggage for you. You adjust your seat only to realize the front seat is still the same as how you left it. 

“Suga… have you never let anyone sit here?”

“I've never adjusted it, that’s all.” 

Hearing that makes your face heat up a little, just how much does he miss you?

“Hey, check this out.” 

Sugawara motions his fingers towards the car ceiling, you look up to see a dangling mistletoe as he leans closer towards you.

“I’m surprised that’s not the first thing you saw when you entered the car.”

“Did you-” 

----

Something about this kiss feels so much different from before; it’s the yearning you have for each other, you need him so badly and now he’s here. He’s here kissing you. A simple gesture, but thousands of emotions pour into one passionate kiss, as he mumbles countless “I miss you”s and “I love you”s in between kisses. 

His hands slowly move from your checks, his thumb stroking it softly then to running his fingers in your hair. You completely indulge yourself in this kiss, sinking deeper and deeper into it, your hands roaming his chest, feeling the warmth of your lover, something you’ve been longing for for so long. 

Out of breath, you finally decide to pull away, you both laugh at the sight of each other’s fluster faces as Sugawara looks you directly in the eye. 

“This is the best present I’ve ever gotten for Christmas.”

“You sure Suga? Not even a puppy could rival it?”

He chuckles “No, not even that.”  “Merry Christmas Y/n.” 

date

it hurts, but the day can’t end so soon.

pairing: kageyama x reader.

warnings: fluff

summary: a date to the amusement park was amazing, except the fact your heels were killing you silently. 

a/n: hi anon !  hope this is okay owo. i wanted to go for a full on fluff and its all cute with no issues, but i remember that onee time i wore heels and my feet hurt so bad i had to end the day early TmT. but anyways, i really hope this is alrigth !!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ kageyama tobio ♥

“tobio-kun !” you called, waving your hand to catch your boyfriend’s attention. in an instant, you watch his head spun around and lock eyes with you, which brought him to a blushing mess. you slowly made your way to him, flashing a huge smile, knowing very well he was flustered by your appearance.

even after dating kageyama tobio for a year, you both have never went out on an actual date. reason because as much he loves you, he prioritizes volleyball as well, and you as a student council, was being pilled up with work for upcoming school events. so equally, both of you were very busy. but even so, you both always manage to find time for each other, even if it means to meet just for five seconds. so, knowing both your schedules were clean one day, you took this opportunity to go out to an amusement park that recently opened.you couldn’t help but go overboard with your outfit. a pretty floral dress that stops right above your knee, pairing with a pastel pink bow clipped to your hair. you hesitated to wear heels but still went with it when it matched well with your fit.

~

you were now standing in front of him, all proud and confident. god, he looks so cute. despite his simple outfit of black jeans and a hoodie, he looks so adorable. he gulped before averting his eyes away from you.

“s-should we get going?” he rubbed his nape, redness growing from his cheeks. you giggled slightly before nodding in agreement, taking his hand and dragging him to your first stop.

the both of you spent the whole day at the amusement park. riding the roller coasters, eating snacks and snapping hundreds of pictures. you had a great time that you wasn’t aware of the stinging pain down your ankles. it wasn’t long that you noticed when you board the marry go round, noticing the redness building up. it must have been from the friction of your new heels. you endured it throughout the day, even though time to time the stinging sensation worsen.

after spending hours walking and visiting every attraction in the amusement park, night falls and you were walking around, hand intertwined with kageyama’s. the pain from your heels started to sink in deeper. you bit your bottom lip, trying to endure the pain for a little longer. kageyama was busy admiring the lights that brighten the whole place, it was breathtaking and he felt at ease to have a break from practices. he soon heard a thud and immediately turn to find you on your knees, shivering.

“y-y/n?!” he knelt on one knee as he examine you. he noticed that you were tightening your grip around your ankle, which was all red and a little blood streaming down. he was quick to react, picking you up from the ground and carrying you bridal style before settling you down on a nearby bench.

“wait here, i’ll be right back. don’t. move.” you watch him rush to a nearby convenient store, before coming back with a mini first aid kit in hand. he slowly removed your heels, making you place your foot onto his knee. he began to slowly disinfect the wound, before placing a band aid and doing the same on the other leg. all in while, you were so embarrassed from this tragedy. you wanted to end the day on a good note, maybe kissing him or hugging him. but instead it ended with you injuring your ankles, and him getting all worried over your clumsiness. 

after pasting the band aid over the wound, he cleared up with wrappers before throwing it into the bin, pocketing the mini first aid kit into his hoodie’s pockets. he sat beside you, silence emitting between the both of you.

“sorry...i just didn’t want the day to end so soon..”you confessed, tightening your grip at the hem of your dress. your hair fell over your face, and you felt a hand tuck it behind your ear. you turn to kageyama, and couldn’t believe what you’re seeing in front of you now.

he was smiling. you felt your heart beating fast, experiencing the same feeling when you both first began dating.

he grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently before locking eyes back to you.

“thank you, i had a good time.” it was like a whole new tobio to you. not the hot-tempered, cold and frustrating tobio, but a sweet, subtle and gentle tobio. his smile was so gentle, and precious. you just couldn’t stop thinking how lucky you air to have him by your side. 

you can’t take it anymore. you scooted closer to him, before cupping his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. to your surprise, he didn’t budge. instead, he rested a hand on your thigh, while the other gripped onto your wrist. his lips were soft, and his kisses only made you want more. but, it wasn’t long before he broke it off, staring back into you eyes.

“please be careful from now on.” he advised, and you only nodded before pulling him in for another kiss.

well, i guess the day did end off a good note.

------𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕠------

a/n: okay- bare with me, soft kageyama is rare but- it’d be a one time thing to see kageyama all soft and gentle, like uwu not owo. but yea, hope you enjoy this anon !

Alrighty miss caly I have a LOT to unload so buckle UP!!

first of all,, I started rereading feels like floating bc the interim chapter dragged me down a HOLE (ill get to that topic a but later) and I just- i+- I know I already cried to you about it but miss caly I'm still at their first dinner and I am already in tears 😭 it's seriously one of my comfort fics I love it SOSOSOSO much its insane-- I could reread it FOREVER

and now for the interim chapter... *deep breath* I don't even know where to BEGINNNN one of my favorite things here is the vulnerable side of hongjoong... I don't know if id rather cry or hug him even tho he would probably try to bash my face in for giving him pity (not that Im complain about-) and I mean we can't forget about joong and his OUTFIT my imagination went crazy with that one, thank you miss caly owo and last but not least mister jeONG YUNHO-- WITH HIS DOM SIDE?? the soft caring playful healer going full top mode I'm cisnclnsldka yes I'm fine I don't know why I wouldn't be fine :'))

Then we have this cursed September 13th I literally got smacked in the face with too many things in a span of 2 hours?? Firstly there's our ateez cb and I'm JDNSMFMS I would need a separate ask just to vent about THAT ALONE I just cksmcksk park seonghwa yes knock me out with that bOOT 😩 and sir jeong yunho and his hips wiggly move I get knocked out every time I see it and just everyone was so NCJSKFLSNSK PERFECT,,, JUST PERFECT,,, then there was red lights mv that dropped :'))) can't wait for Christopher to explain that one 🤚🏼 then txt dropped their Japanese cb teaser photos and their so pleasing that my brain git scratched in the right place kcjskfms and lastly p1h dropped good 4 u cover and caly let me tell you their covers be it vocal or dance or whatever are sO KCNSKD I highly encourage you to check it out :')

Well that's it from me,, 24h later and I am still trying to process everything that happened. I hope you're doing much better caly, sending love your way 💕 - 🌧

eEEeEEEE BESTIE!??! u can’t say that pls feels like floating is one of my most precious beloved babies it means so much to me that you enjoy it sm 😖😖😖😖😖

but BRbrrRRR YEAH tTHE INTERIM!!! a v different style for me than usual when compared to other parts of mists but tbh i had the time of my life writing it i was so fun and enjoyable to write that side of things and from those perspectives and yeah :’) vulnerable hongjoong it’s fine we’re fine everything is fine :’) but also mfing dress and corset joong HAHAH PAIN! i hurt myself there a LOT! i hope i brought all the moc yunho simps out of the rafters with this one 🤞😌

now sEPTEMBER 13th! the HELL???? oajgioerjgioajeriogjaoeirjg so much happened this si sOSOMUCH THERES SO MUCH its SNO MCUH! i CANT THINK ABOUT ALL OF IT ITS JUST !!!!! god yeah ateez red light txt p1h yeHAY I LOVE THEIR COVERS BUT THEY REALLY WENT OUT OF THE PARK WITH THIS ONE !

Nighthawk | ksj

Nighthawk

—No matter the effort, he always plagues your mind in nights like this one, reminding you of the feelings you let get out of hand.

Word Count: 1,638 Contents: AnGST, a smidgen of fluff and crack, jin and y/n are besties OwO Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader A/N: I noticed I haven’t written anything for jin in a long while (shame on me) so here’s this! I’m in mood for love—unrequited love. Hope you all enoyed! Today’s sad, sad piece is inspired by the word;

Nighthawk

n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

P.S. I just wanna remind everyone that dYNAMITE IS COMING SOON oehgtiuabrgujbaufg prepare YOUR LoINS eveRYONE we’RE about tO gET deSTROYED ahksgabrigk

[masterlist]

A sigh leaves your lips as you close the door behind you, setting your bag down on the nearby kitchen counter. It was late—very late. Your face disappears behind the hand that you had brought forth to rub the furrowing of your eyebrows away. There was a damning silence that reigned over your empty Seoul city apartment, and you were attacked from it reflecting your current state, leaving you no choice but to throw yourself in bed.

The moonlight filters lightly through the curtains, casting over the lump of blankets you soon cocooned yourself in. Not even bothering to slip out of the clothes you’ve been wearing for the past twelve hours, you buried your face into one of the many spare pillows you had placed around you, hugging it closer to your chest as you dealt with the fissures seizing your heart. Alas, the frustration of not falling asleep adds to the weight you carry with you. At the very least, with the pillows surrounding you, whatever demons lurking in the dark won’t be able to add to the problems you were dealing with.

You knew it was a senseless and pathetic feat. All of this was practically your own fault. You were, after all, the architect of your own melancholy, and, for some unfortunate reason, you were exceptionally good at this particular skill.

Fuelling your despair, you deemed it befitting to punish yourself by reaching for your phone and further depriving yourself of much needed sleep. You’ve been lying around for what seemed like eternity—you weren’t quite sure. Your mind barely registers the numbers that the clock displayed before you, and in all honesty, you’ve lost the ability to care about it at all. You’ve stayed up well past the hours of 2 AM before, doing the same self-wallowing sessions you were doing right now. You had long been a seasoned connoisseur in ploughing through ungodly hours—something he’s always scolded you for.

As some sort of hilarious joke you couldn’t quite understand, fate throws something in your way as you scroll through Twitter—a picture of you and the very man who’s been plaguing your thoughts at 2:18 AM in the morning—Kim Seokjin. Even as your eyes start to blur with tears, they still drink his beauty in—his plump lips, his deep piercing eyes, and his confident gait. Combine those compelling factors with his welcoming persona, astounding cooking skills, and sheer talent, and you’ve got yourself one fine man that you’ve been simping over for the past decade or so. Oh, how blessed you’d be if he was yours.

Unfortunately, there also existed compelling factors that couldn’t make Kim Seokjin yours.

For instance, there was your remarkable trait of being a damn coward. Residing so long within the realm of the accursed Friend Zone had fashioned your fears into mighty beasts that bullied you into staying within the borders of the said zone, regardless of your countless attempts to escape it. Always at the last minute, your mind compels you to retreat at the nightmare of ruining the friendship you two had fostered over so many years—should he ever realize that you were a peasant compared to his princely attributes.

Speaking of being low beneath him, you very much were one. You’ve made peace with your inferiority to his beauty and lifestyle, so much that you could stomach sitting next to him in all of your bare-faced, broke glory. You were well aware that you were average—disagreeable next to him, but average nonetheless.

In other aspects, your mundane life also pales in contrast to his exhilarating endeavors. He’s a beloved icon—a passionate singer and graceful dancer who tours the world to meet the millions he’s touched with his words and his group’s songs. You, on the other hand, exist on the other side of the spectrum. You were no one special really, which you really didn’t mind since you weren’t keen on being in the spotlight. The closest shot to fame you ever had was when you were revealed to be Kim Seokjin’s non-showbiz best friend who once shamelessly dominated him on an episode of EatJin.

You weren’t even his type, which had greatly satiated the accusations of some fans—it’s still undecided if you should take full offense on that one. You weren’t the cutesy, feminine, soft girl that’s often alluded to be matched with him. You were capable of a meal or two, but you were no master chef. The only thing in the box that you know you fulfil very well is that you take care of him—and you’re enormously proud of that accomplishment of yours.  

As much as you mother him at times, there are still many a days where you wonder why on Earth he even remains as your best friend—what more if he was to be your boyfriend?

Another sigh leaves your lips once again, tearing your eyes away from the screen to stare up at the moon outside your window—the sole witness of the late night happenings that occur within the premises of your desolate life. Ah, but even the moon would remind you of him.

There was a sensation going abuzz within you—something you knew all too well. You’ve done your best to ignore the infestation of feelings that had apprehended your very being, even attempting to exterminate it by going on numerous blind dates. Unfortunately, the damn lovebug has always damned you, always surviving and multiplying with every sweet gesture, every dashing smile, and every uplifting heart-to-heart that he delivers to you.

All of a sudden, your phone rings. The screen reveals the face of the very man you’ve been having a debate with your mind about. Jin was calling you.

“Why does he have to be like this?” you whined to no one in particular, snivelling away as you were further left a mess. The moment your hand properly holds the device again, you glare at the image. “I hate him,” you grumble, but not really.

As soon as you answered, you weren’t given a chance to talk. “Why are you online?” he instantly asks you in that scolding tone you were so familiar with.

Your heart flutters, even you went to roll your eyes. “Why are you up?” you countered childishly, voice raspy from your recent breakdown.

Jin’s delectable chuckle makes you squeak into the plush of a nearby pillow. “Ya! I just woke up,” he defensively says, not seeming to take notice of your little stunt. “I’m just grabbing a little snack, and then I’ll go back to bed,” he informs you, “busy day tomorrow, after all.”  

You hum, as your insides continue with its attempts to betray you. “I couldn’t sleep,” you find yourself admitting to him in a weakened tone.

As you hear the slight ruckus in the background, Jin tsk-ed at your bad decisions. You prepared yourself to be told off. “Scrolling through social media won’t help, stupid,” he softly chastised, much to your surprise and damnation. “Drink the tea I got you from Japan,” he tells you, making you fluster. “You still have that right?”

You could only hum in response, as you further coiled into a fetal position—as if to say you were made as soft as a baby by this man. You held back a snivel, as your mess of emotions continued to make you cry over him.

“Good,” Jin says, still not aware of the true state of ruin you were in. “Go on and drink some, then. It’ll help you sleep.”

A sniff escapes you. “Okay,” you say with a whimper clinging onto the last syllable.

This time, your best friend doesn’t miss the sound. You could imagine him freezing, stopping whatever it was he was doing. “(Y/N), are you alright?” he asks, concern already pouring through in those few words alone.

Not wanting to conflict him, you went out of your way to fake a cough and a few more sniffles. “Yeah,” you said, in spite of your heart hammering against your chest. “I’m just tired from all the arranging earlier.”

The silence that followed was eventually broken by Jin clearing his throat. “Rest well then,” he tells you, before he goes to tease. “No one should look ugly at my wedding, and that includes you.”

Ah, there it was—the one last factor that cements you to the confines of your prison cell in the zone of unrequited love.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he says, voice gentle enough to destroy your heart.

In the silence that followed, Jin didn’t hang up. He never really does hang up first. You smile bitterly, tears silently flowing one after the other like a waterfall. “Goodbye, Jin,” you tell him, ending the call just as a sob wrecks through you. You put down your phone, and cry into your pillow.

Kim Seokjin—your best friend, your greatest regret—is getting married, and to a woman you knew would be perfect for him—a woman so graceful, beautiful, and skillful. After all, you were the one who had introduced the two of them together in the first place. You had no doubt that the two of them would be happily ever after.

You wonder then, if you hadn’t pushed your feelings aside so adamantly and went with the hell of it, would you have been the one in white to be waiting down the aisle? At any point in time, was there really a smidgen of a chance that Jin would’ve said that he liked you back?

You’ll never know.

Your puffy eyes wander towards the lone moon that shone brightly behind your sheer curtains. Your nightly companion was staring right back at you, but all you could hear were your thoughts.

It was all your fault.

Ooohhh that’s a good one! But now I’m torn between this, soft, just woke up Dazatsu (possibly Dazatsuya because I love all three? Depends on my mood???), and Dazai deciding that it’s time to harass Atsushi with Tickles. So many choicesss. And!!! I could definitely see Chuuya hoarding suncatchers, I bet the most valuable ones (to him) are the ones that others make for him because Obviously they’re one of a kind, like! (Nyanon, 1/7)

Atsushi and Kyouka work together to make him one out of some gems or pretty glass and metal they’ve found and No One can touch it. Of course Dazai would bet Years of his life, he’s just Like That. It never works how he wants it to, of course, and he probably has thousands of years ADDED instead of taken away because of those bets, but still. Atsushi just wants him to Stop because being the Ambassador to the fair folk AND the spirit realm while being an intern is. Tiring. (Nyanon, 2/7)

Dazai please he just wants to sleep. Though, to be fair, since the fae like him, his payments are all things like “a memory someone who hurt you has of you” or “a scar on your body” or “an hour’s worth of exhaustion,” so really, it’s just annoying because the fair folk go to him to complain about Dazai (and also Ranpo). Anyways, listen, you canNOT look me in the eyes and say that Oda wouldn’t love him. (Nyanon, 3/7)

You can’t say that Odasaku’s immediately reaction to Atsushi (and also Kyouka) wouldn’t be “I must adopt them. I feel it in my blood.” The three of them deserve each otherrr. AND ITS SUCH A GOOD BLOG FOR STUFF LIKE THIS I love it so muchhh. Anyways, yeah that sounds like them!!! Though I will say that, because I think Ango still cares about Dazai, the only way I can imagine Dazai going all secret agent is if he insists on it because he thinks he Deserves it. (Nyanon, 4/7)

Alternatively, maybe he and Ango and Oda are actually some secret task force who do infiltrations together? I don’t know, EITHER WAY Dazai would definitely test Atsushi’s story methods with Extreme Prejudice, and his coworkers wanna know where the fuck his techniques come from. Poor Atsushi has no idea, he just thinks Dazai does Very Intense research for him and he loves the man for it. Anyways, here! Have another AU Concept: Detective Pikachu AU! (Nyanon, 5/7)

I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but basically, someone seems to have died, only for the other to come across the “dead” person’s talking Pokémon, who only they can understand (because as it turns out, the Pokémon is the seemingly dead person, and they have a Bond). Cue intense bonding, frantic mystery solving, and the uncovering of experiments. Now, whether or not it’s Dazai or Atsushi who gets turned, I’m not sure... Or maybe neither of them? (Nyanon, 6/7)

Maybe a father figure gets turned and the other is the reporter/columnist they meet along the way, as in canon. Thoughts? (Nyanon, 7/7)

AAAAAAAAAA DAZAI ATTACKING ATSUSHI WITH TICKLES DEFINITELY UWUWUWUWU

atsushi being lovd by the fair folk would be like how an annoying older sibling loves their sibling; constant teasing, complaining and pranking which is why atsushi probably is shocked that dazai and ranpo ARENT fae’s 

fairy: i hate dazai and ranpo

atsushi: You Guys Are Two Sides Of One Coin

anyways i wasnt saying that oda wouldnt love him because he WOULD, and after oda learns about about what happened at the orphanage-

ango & oda: dazai we knew you were smart but,,,,damn these plans be a bit Too Good dont u think-

dazai, staring at a picture of atsushi he has in his pocket, phone and wallet: *sighs lovingly* my baby is the best

ango & oda: ????

dazai would definitely look at atsushi’s draft and try and make the plan even better cus in the end atsushi DOESNT know how things work perfectly so dazai just scribbles on his actual plan to atsushi and atsushi just thinks that dazai is very obsessed with true crime and has read way too much which is why he knows (thats exactly what dazai told him oSGHDJKS)

OHHH DETECTIVE PIKACHU IT’S DEFINITELY BEEN ON MY WATCH LIST THAT I FORGOT ABOUT THANK U FOR REMINDING ME it seems like such a good show and pikachu having such a deep voice OEGEHJKSLDSHJK maybe dazai and atsushi stumble across each other owo?? or dazai is atsushi’s Love Interest and pikachu immediately catches on like “you shy ass motherfucker i fucking see you cONFESS DO IT CONFESS HE WANTS TO ASK YOU OUT S O BAD THAT WAS FLIRTING OH MY GO-” while all dazai hears is “pika uwu pika pika uwuwuwuwuwu pikAA!!!” (or wait they dont see the pokemon right ??? man it was a long time ago i watched the trailer)

Alola, Alola P3! (SM/USUM Drabble)

Since @piershoesz​ did the two frist parts, I decided to do the third part! Hope you like it :3

“C’mon, Guzma! Show me how stronger you got!!”

“I’ll do it, and ya’ll see it!”

Raikichi smirked feeling the soft Alolan breeze playing with her hair. She was in front of Guzma, facing him. They’ve spoken with Hala to get his permission to have a Pokemon battle in Iki Town, and after getting Hala’s permission, both Raikichi and Guzma were now ready to battle. Runa and Alphy were cheering their respective parents, and Alex and Piers couldn’t help but laugh, seeing how excited both kids were. 

This battle wasn’t the first one between the World Champion and the former Team Skull leader, but it would be the first one they would have in a friendly way since their last battle was when Guzma decided to go to Galar and he ended messing things and getting defeated by Raikichi’s powerful Corviknight.

“Let’s do this, Golisopod!” Guzma said choosing Golisopod

“Golisopod...You are very predictible” Raikichi replied “Glaceon, let’s show them that we are going serious”

Glaceon jumped to the battlefield and hissed, her fur bristly as she glared at Golisopod. Professor Kukui would be the referee in the battle, and when he told them that the battle had started, Guzma made the first move. “Golisopod, First Impression!”

“Glaceon, Iron Tail!”

Both moves colished and both Pokemon weren’t going to take a step back, but after both Pokemon didn’t get the other move, they returned with their trainers. “Golisopod has turned stronger. It seems that you work and training with Hala has been good for you and your Pokemon” Raikichi said smirking “But let’s get this to the next level! Glaceon, use Hail!!”

The clouds covered the sky and a strong hail started to fall. Runa chirped happily cause she knew that when her mother used that move, things would turn exciting. Piers laughed and ruffled his daughter’s hair as Alphy looked at his mother, confused. “Don’t be afraid, dear” Alex said “This hail will dissapear once the battle is over”

“R-Really?”

Alex nodded and then, they focused on the battle. Golisopod started to have problems due the hail that hitted him, and Glaceon was taking advantage of it since her specially ability, Snow Coat, activated. “Glaceon, Quick Attack!” Raikichi ordered “Keep it and now, Iron Tail!”

Glaceon hitted Golisopod on one of his legs, making him kneel down. “C’mon, Golisopod, use Liquidation!”

“Stop it with Ice Beam!”

Both moves colished in the air. Golisopod got onto his feet as Glaceon hissed and smirked. “Now, girl, use Ice Shard!”

“Use your arms to block them!”

Golisopod obeyed, but despite that, he took some damage of that Ice Shard, and Raikichi knew that it was the time to show her secret weapon. “Let’s do this, Glaceon!” she said activation her Icinium Z that was shining on her Z Power Ring “ From the coldest and hardest blizzards, from the most beautiful winters you rise up and shows your eternal beauty, shining with the first rays of the winter sun” Raikichi said “Glaceon, use Subzero Slammer!!!”

The Z move hitted Golisopod, and after the dust dissapeared, Kukui claimed Raikichi as the winner since Golisopod fainted. The hail dissappeared with the clouds, and the sun started to shine again. With a sigh, Guzma took Golisopod back to his Pokeball as Raikichi gave Glaceon a Citrus Berry. “You did great, girl” she said stroking her fur before looking at Guzma “You have really improved a lot, Guzma.”

“But I can’t defeat you” he said with a sigh

“Nobody can’t defeat my wife” Piers said kissing her cheek as Runa asked her mother to pick her up. Raikichi chuckled as she picked her daughter up “But Raikichi is right; it was a very good battle”

“Daddy, daddy!” Alphy said as his father picked him up “You are very strong!”

“You aren’t dissapointed with me loosing the battle, kiddo?”

“Of course he isn’t, dear” Alex said with a soft smile “He really enjoyed seeing you enjoying battling againts Raikichi”

“As the Kahuna I am, I have to say that this time was one of the first times I could see you really enjoying in a battle” Hala said laughing

“Like the old times” Raikichi said “When we used to battle before...Well...Let’s change the topic, ‘kay?” she added before seeing her Rotom Phone showing her a missing call from her uncle Nanu “Oh, I think we should go back to Ula Ula. We agreed to meet my uncle in Malie City”

After picking up their things, they said goodbye to Hala and Kukui and went back to Ula Ula using a ship to go to the island. Runa and Alphy were amazed, seeing the different Pokemon that were living in the sea. “Momma, momma. We’ve seen a pretty Pokemon in the water!” Runa said

“And how it was it?” Raikichi said

Both Runa and Alphy described it as they could and then, Raikichi chuckled and told her Rotom Phone to search the Pokemon. “I think you’ve seen Finneon and its evolution, Lumineon” she said

“It’s very pretty!!” both kids said

“And I saw a weird Corsola” Runa added “It was pink...”

“That’s because that Corsola is the original one. In Galar we have the regional variant” her mother said

Both kids made an ‘o’ with their mouths before returning to see more Pokemon, followed by Runa’s Alolan Meowth. “Both are full energyzed, aren’t they?” Piers asked smiling softly 

“Yes, they are” Raikichi said smiling as well “Oh, look, we’re going to arrive to Ula Ula”

The ship arrived to the docks and both families went to meet Nanu, who was waiting for them there. “Where did you have your phone, kiddo?” he asked Raikichi

“Sorry, I was battling and I didn’t hear the phone” she said and Nanu laughed 

“Momma, I’m hungry” Runa said pouting a bit, and then, Meowth meowed, asking for food.

“Alright, alright” Raikichi said smiling “Let’s go to have lunch.”

“I booked a table at the most famous sushi restaurant in all Alola” Nanu said and the groupd followed him.

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“Are you talking seriously?” Alex asked surprised 

“Of course I am” Raikichi said “That battle I had with Guzma was the trial he had to pass. Hala asked me to do that cause he wanted to make sure that Guzma was ready to recieve a Z Ring”

“But Guzma doesn’t like Z moves...”

“Because he felt that he didn’t deserve them”

Both young women remaint in silence as they prepared the things they would use to prepare some pizzas. It was near night and both Runa and Alphy were still sleeping on the couch at Nanu’s place. They’ve fallen asleep after having lunch, the little girl hugging her Meowth, and they were still sleeping so peacefully that Guzma said that they looked like little sleeping Furrets. Nanu was watching the battle training between Piers and Guzma as Glaceon, Persian and Mimikyu watched over the kids. 

“So...When he will recieve the Z Ring?” Alex asked helping Raikichi with the food

“Not very soon, but not very late” she said “Hala has to do a bit more trials for Guzma, but trust me when I say that he’s showing that he deserves to have one. But of course, it isn’t enough with Hala and mine’s recognition; Guzma also needs Tapu Koko’s recognition since he’s training with Hala, who is the Kahuna of Melemele. But I hope you keep this in secret since Guzma can’t know about this. Hala wants to keep this as a surprise until the proper moment”

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed”

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“Whoa! Those pizzas look really delicious!” Piers said with his eyes shining

“You’ve made a lot of them” Guzma said 

“Well, I think it’s time for Runa and Alphy to try new food, and since these pizzas are home made...” Raikichi said “We’ve made them only with fresh ingredients!”

“Pizza, pizza!” both kids chirped happily and their parent’s couldn’t help but laugh

“Easy there, kids” Nanu said cutting the pizzas in portions “Let me cut the pizzas firsts”

The kids tried a little bite of the pizzas and when they said they wanted to eat all the portion they were given, the adults chuckled. They enjoyed the dinner sharing stories and anecdotes that made them laugh some times. 

Three hours later, Piers was sleeping, with Runa on his arms, and her Meowth curled next to her. Guzma and Alex were sleeping as well, with Alphy sleeping between them. Raikichi was helping her uncle to wash the dishes. “I really enjoy having you here around, kiddo” Nanu said drying his hands when they finished washing the dishes “Things turned different when you left Alola and went to Galar the first time”

“But you have Acerola visiting you, uncle”

“Yeah, but it isn’t the same” he said with a sigh “I’m still acommodating to have Guzma around, specially after what he has done to you”

“Uncle, listen to me” Raikichi said “Guzma has really changed. I wasn’t sure of seeing him changing, but he has showed me that he had really changed. He has a wife and a son, and he and Piers turned to be friends. So don’t worry, ‘kay? Now, let’s go to sleep.”

Nanu nodded and after seeing his niece removing her glassed and laying down next to her daughter, getting the kid between her and Piers, he went to his room, followed by his loyal Persian.

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@piershoesz​ I hope you like this!! OwO

Poly? Morph

A Friends to lovers post-dnd-transportation fic focusing on our boys Rant and Rus (debating on adding Edge aswell) 

There’s like 4 POV changes so let me know if I should re-write? this was more for fun than anything, It doesn’t get to romance yet but I hope to continue in my free time. Let me know any errors or anything, I’ll put it on AO3 after a bit more editing and input. I’ve just re-read it so much its all bleh to me so i’m getting second opinions/input here

tw/Blood and Death- not graphic but y’know -/(Owo)\-

It’s been 5 years since we began, just a couple of students playing a game of DnD. Mere hours after wrapping up session zero us players arrived home and as a collective felt a foreign wave of exhaustion, falling asleep one by one.

The city's air was damp and the pathways were dim with the light of half dead lanterns. The party was shuffling through the empty streets to the gates bound for our next assignment when a figure appeared out of the shadows, the glint of metal and we found ourselves face to face with a hostage situation. 

You had once been the closest we had to a tank, a perk of having been a dragonborn with high strength- even if you were a druid bard- but after being cursed for the upteenth time you’d been separated from your avatar- Blackjack-  and rendered a low level support for our high level party. 

Without you taking lead your roll was delegated to other, more impulsive members. The next moments are a flurry of movement as a loud burst sends the assailant back along with you- the dagger at your neck drawing blood. 

Everything blended together as I flew to the front lines, rage getting the best of me as the look on your face burned itself into my mind. The shock and pain in your eyes drove me forward as the streets were painted red. 

The cleric could heal you, I had a life to take. 

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Sans woke up panting, eyelights materializing and analyzing his surroundings. WHAT? 

He couldn’t believe it, there was no way… He was back in his room, back in his world- well the one he’d been in before. There was so much to process, his new surroundings aside- their last foe had been someone they’d trusted. And yet she almost killed y/n… had she even known who she was attacking? There were so many questions rattling around his skull as his magic buzzed in his bones. He needed to check on them, he needed to make sure they made it back. Normally he’d shortcut straight to their room but his magic was sluggish and unresponsive. He’d just have to run.

He managed to make it down the stairs without falling and stumble a few more steps before he heard voices. NO NONONO FUCK! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

“AH RANT, YOU’RE AWAKE! RANT?” He had to brace himself on the couch, his center of gravity was much different than his avatar’s “RANT ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Paps knelt to his level and looked him over

“I’m Fine, Let Me Go-!” The hand on his shoulder tightened its grip as he tried to get past to the door “I SAID LET ME GO! I NEED TO CHECK ON THEM!” 

“WHO? RANT TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG.” He just kept struggling, but everything was getting fuzzy as his soul was settling back in his proper body. “Can You Tell Me Where You Are?” More people were walking in, having been drawn from the dining room by their voices. 

“WHERE!? I'M HERE WITH YOU AT THE HOUSE- NOW LET ME GO!” more voices joined the conversation but they all started to run together.

“rant? dude what’s wrong!?” 

“THE HELL IS HIS PROBLEM?”

“huh, so the shortstack does have eyelights”

“bro?” his eyelights sharpened and shrank on his brother and he felt tears prick his sockets. 

“Papyrus?” The soft copy let him go as he stumbled into his brother’s arms. Stars he really hoped this wasn’t an illusion, but the comfort of his brother’s magic reassured him. “It’s Really You…” 

“sans? sans what happened?” Rant just shook his head, his voice leaving him. Had that all just been a dream? It didn’t feel like it, there was no way a dream could be that real. He could remember with clarity how vivid it all was, the blood- the pain- the party that was just so full of life despite their situation- their bard. His gaze hardened. 

He may not be able to do anything in his current state but there was one other person who was close enough to y/n to have a shortcut straight to them. Rant forced his voice to settle and pinned his friend with his stare 

“RUS.” The skeleton stiffened “YOU NEED TO GET TO Y/N, THEY SHOULD BE IN THEIR ROOM” 

“bro, sans you need to breathe with me you’re friend is fine.” He ignored his brother, not looking away from Rus. 

“RUS I CAN’T USE MY MAGIC” The room stilled around him but he persisted, dragging the younger skeleton closer and dropping his volume “You’re All They Have Right Now.

Seeing his hesitance Rant quickly amended his plea. “If I'm Wrong And They’re Fine I’ll Owe You- I Don’t Care- Just please…” 

Rus swallowed, settled his frantic magic, and nodded before stepping out of Rant’s slackened grip into nowhere. 

“sans i know you like bein dramatic but yer really startin to worry me- what happened, what’s wrong with yer magic.” Rant took a deep breath before looking up at Mutt and muttering into his brother’s hoodie

“I’ll Tell You Tonight” Shifting he let his tears fall and grabbed at the fabric in front of him “ I-I DON’T KNOW I JUST- I WOKE UP BUT WHAT I SAW- IT WAS TOO GRAPHIC TO NOT BE REAL AND I...” Rant took a shuddering breath “ IN IT Y/N- THEY GOT HURT BUT I CAN’T CALM DOWN ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.” He looked away from the crowd to the ground and flinched at the annoyed responses of some of them- mad at him for interrupting dinner over a nightmare and unaware of the satisfaction each rude comment brought him. 

He couldn’t help but thank his old reputation as an attention seeking drama queen, this was his easiest coverup yet. Rant wiped his tears and started the process of evening out his breathing

Stars, it felt so good to be back in his own body. He settled into his brother’s embrace, hugging him back. He’d missed him so much. 

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Blackjack hadn’t exactly been thrilled when you had showed up, he was quite the opposite if he was being honest. He didn’t like taking a back seat while a teenager piloted his body, sue him. But unlike you’d think he didn’t despise you, It was obvious that neither you nor your friends had been expecting a body switch to happen by the end of the first day. But then nearly 5 years later you’d made a deal with good old gertrude, accepted yet another experimental curse, and next thing the dragonborn knew he had his body back.

The next few months were interesting to say the least, he stuck with the party and quietly delighted in how your companions turned to him when they meant to talk to you and expected him to do things he’d never do. You were different then him, kinder, a total bard, and frankly he’s just glad that all those curses you’d brought onto the two of you had transferred. He could deal with a few extra scars if that was the trade off. 

You did have a couple similarities though, your shared love of gambling, ale, and women. 

The two of you were talking about just that, naming your favorite flirtatious endeavors over the years you’d spent as him- of which there were many, including lady victoria. It wasn’t exactly hard for him to pick up where you had left off but something told him there was something more to the parties’ friend in high places. As good of a rogue as you were you were oblivious to the lady’s growing infatuation, one of the many reasons why the other rogue became the king of thieves rather than you… or him??? Regardless the look on Victoria’s face when he’d introduced you stuck with him, he decided to keep you close for now just in case

You were at the back of the group, his steps slowed drastically to match yours, though you still had to fast walk to keep up with his much longer legs. You were going on about a tiefling academic you’d hit it off with a while back, the one who’d inspired and helped you develop a spell of your own. It was cheesy, a healing spell for those with ‘high charisma’ as you put it that utilized the castor’s kiss. It was effective and Blackjack won’t deny using it on his own to woo the occasional maiden. 

You went on and on and he could envision the tiefling in question, commenting about other features as you raved about her cute freckles, when he felt a prickle in his scales. Before anyone could react you were in a figure’s hold with a blade to your throat.

Suddenly the air crackled with electricity as the trigger happy sorcerer unleashed a Thunder Wave. Blackjack braced himself for the impact, feeling something wet and warm splatter onto his tunic. He rushed towards your prone body, yelling for help from the cleric only to curse when they had run out of spell slots. 

He sighed, his breath appearing a soft glowing yellow in front of him, he never thought he’d have to use your spell in a serious situation- especially not on you. As he pulled away from your cheek the words manifested on your skin, magic runes snaked down to your neck- glowing that same pale yellow. They ran over your wound until there was no more area to cover and slowly faded as your body repaired itself. 

That wouldn’t be enough. The cleric took you from his hold and started pumping on your chest, trying to force air into your lungs in practiced motions. Your blood covered the pathway and the two of them as they tried to keep you from choking on it. 

Looking back to the fight Blackjack saw the rogue known as Rumor- the one you called Sans- in the very heart of the battle. He sucked in a breath as he heard their foe cry out, Veronica. He was right, but he held no satisfaction in that. She tried to plead, to escape, but that rogue wouldn’t let her. Blow after blow he refused to stop.

Blackjack looked back to you as you spat up blood, finally breathing on your own, and he couldn’t help but pity any fool that tried to come between the two of you. Just friends my ass

Suddenly his attention was pulled from you to the cleric, who was outlined in a fading golden glow along with the rest of the party, who slowly came back to themselves

“Gods above that boy made a mess!” Rumor, the real one he assumed, looked on the body with disgust. Lady Veronica was unrecognizable.

“I assume y’all are back in control then?” Y/n sat up with help. Their voice was raspy, they were still glowing, and when they coughed into their hand their fingertips were fading away. They focused on their now bloody hand and chuckled “Must take bodies longer to transport than souls I guess. For what it’s worth it’s nice to meet you all.”

It couldn’t have taken more than 3 minutes of chatting before they were almost gone.

“It was nice knowin ya player”

“Heh yeah, I’ll miss getting my ass kicked at poker…” You surprised him with a look of sincerity and fondness, trapping his gaze onto you “Thanks for everything Blackjack.”

With one more smile and a farewell wish that we look out for ourselves they vanished back to where they came from. They really were kinder than they had any right to be

Blackjack stood with a sigh and without a word turned around to head back to the tavern they’d stayed in previously. He didn’t know about the others but he could use a drink, and it’d take many many more before he’d ever admit that he alread missed his stupid little protege.

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Rus wasn’t sure what he was expecting, when Papyrus had gone to get Rant for dinner he figured his friend was just exhausted from participating in your club. The three of you had become fast friends after him and the other ‘undesirable’ skeletons were relocated away from the main house’s relationship issues. 

From what he’d been told you didn’t run into Rant despite having had your face in your phone, doing a little twirl to avoid the other skeleton last second - who had noticed your inattention and been gunning for you from down the hall. Which was just like him, always looking to start something. You’d peaked his interest and after a little chat in the halls he’d let you go to your next class until lunch. 

Rus remembered you had looked so nervous and anxious when Rant had dragged you over to their seats across the lunchroom,literally, but you’d engaged and chatted with the shorter skeleton regardless. And while it took a little time he’d started chatting with you as well, since- as it turned out- the two of you were in the same graphic design course. 

It wasn’t hard to convince the two of them to tag along with you to the DnD club come second semester, Rant had come prepared with a binder full of paper for notes and a separate stack for his character sheet, he’d come up with lots of backstory for his character- meanwhile Rus had a singular almost empty character sheet and took all of the session getting set up while you had multitasked helping him and participating in the pre-game exposition. 

That was only a little over 5 hours ago, so when Rant had come down in a panic with a look that had dread coursing through his bones Rus was a little skeptical something had happened to you. But something told him there was more to it, and the desperation on his friend’s face alone was enough to spur him into action. He wouldn’t take any chances, not with someone he cared about

The moment he opened his sockets his gaze was drawn to your bed and he felt any and all composure he’d mustered up leave him. 

“Y/n!?” A faint glow dissipated as he rushed to your side, crawling onto the bed to get to you in your confined space as he gathered you into his arms. Fuck there’s so much blood, Why-What-How??? Fuck!

He hesitated to take your pulse, the blood around your neck still wet. He couldn’t tell where it all came from and he nearly screamed when your hand shot up and grabbed his, your other clamping around his teeth. Rus jerked back and the motion sent the both of you tumbling off the bed, but you managed to catch him and brace a hand against the wall just past him- effectively stopping the two of you. 

The two of you sat like that for a second before you exhaled, the tension breaking Rus began to fuss over you. 

“Y/n what the fuck happened to you- did Rant have something to do with this? are you okay? do you need to go to the hospital?” 

“No! Nonono I’m fine-”

“You’re Covered In-!” You shushed him, almost covering his face again before he caught your hands. He turned one of your palms towards you, it was the one you’d previously been coughing into and shook the offending arm for emphasis “See!!!” You looked past the skeleton at the wall, there was a bloody handprint you’d have to clean off and you could spot some on one of Rus’ hands 

You shook your head and got back on track, fixing your tall friend with a serious look

“Look Rus, I don’t need a hospital. I just need to get cleaned up and maybe get a bandaid or two. I’m okay, promise.” He only frowned, searching your face before sighing

“you owe me an explanation later.”

“You probably won’t believe me.” You said with a tired chuckle

You scooched off of your bed and slipped off your pack, letting it hit the floor with a thunk and various muted clinks and clangs from your supplies, kits, and other odds and ends.

“can i ask about the wardrobe change now or should i wait?” You snickered as you fiddled with the various buckles attaching your scabbards and pouches to your person before thinking better of it and reaching for the pin clasping the ends of your cloak together and removing the garment. “Is That A Fucking Sword Y/N What The Hell!?!?” 

Your laughter only grew louder as you nodded wordlessly with a grin, looking back at your awestruck friend- who had moved to his knees at the end of the bed, leaning closer to get a better look. 

“Yeah, It ties in with the explanation but yeah it’s real! All of it is- wanna hold?” You’d explained excitedly as you quickly got the straps undone and off your body, removing your shortsword and it’s scabbard from the ensemble and holding it out towards Rus. He took it tentatively before sitting back to admire it. 

You watched on with a proud look on your face, your smile growing when he unsheathed the blade and you caught his eyelights expand before zoning in on the engraving along the blade. It was a simple enough sword but one of your friends had enchanted it for you way back at the beginning when you all were still discovering and learning your class’ skills and you’d kept it close ever since. 

Switching gears you started taking off your armor, which thankfully had taken most of the blood as well as your cloak- leaving your tunic nearly spotless this time around. There was a little soaked in around the collar but it was manageable. In a stroke of genius you grabbed a pair of sweatpants, telling Rus to stay where he was you moved to the alcove in your room that didn’t have your bed and quickly changed pants, throwing your boots and pants into the pile of adventuring gear before smearing blood across your face from your nose. 

A mischievous grin spread across your face when you turned towards your companion

“How do I look?” when you got a concerned look in response your grin only grew “Great! I’ll be right back!” Rushing down the stairs you covered your nose, raising your voice so the whole room could hear you

 “Hey mom?! I don’t know what happened but I got a really bad nosebleed- can I wash some things?” 

Your mother turned from the TV to look at you, eyes widening in surprise and concern “Of course, What happened?”

“I don’t know! I woke up and there was blood everywhere. I think It stopped but it got all over my bed.” 

“Here, let me strip your sheets- you get cleaned up.” 

“Oh no, you don’t gotta do that.! I can get it, just give me a sec.” You tried to wave her off but she insisted, already heading up your stairs. Aaaah fuck Rus isn’t supposed to be here he didn’t use the door!!! 

You felt rather than heard the pop of magic in the air and sighed, You’d have to get with him later, but for now you had blood to clean. You absently wondered if rubbing alcohol worked on leather.

Getting back to your room you looked around and found that all your gear- which you had completely forgotten also shouldn’t have been there- was piled up in the same place you had previously changed, hidden from view of your mother. You also found your phone plugged up on your bed with messages on it’s screen

~Rus~

-text me after dinner 

-i’ll come over w/ rant and you can explain 

Rant? Who’s-OOOOOHHH!!!! Right multiverse shenanigans, Sans is Rant here. As you were going to unlock your phone you got another text from the aforementioned skeleton himself

~Rant~

-RUS SAID YOU WERE ALIVE. I’LL BE TELLING MY BROTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO US IF YOU WOULD…

The message cut off, which concerned you until you remembered that you’d have to enter the app to get the full message since it was so long. Inputting your passcode you re-read the full text

-RUS SAID YOU WERE ALIVE. I’LL BE TELLING MY BROTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO US IF YOU WOULD BE UP TO COMING OVER AND EXPLAINING IT TOGETHER? I’D BE NICE TO NOT LOOK INSANE IN FRONT OF MY ONLY FAMILY

-We’ll see if I can make it after dinner, I owe Rus an explanation too. He actually just texted and said he’d come over with you so /I/ can tell /y'all/ what happened

-You slipped up by the way, you live with your ~cousins~ remember?

-YOU’D BETTER COME OVER…

His bubble appeared and disappeared before he finally responded

- BITE ME PEASANT

-Kinky~

-But also sleep sounds great though

-I HOPE YOUR HANGOVER KILLS YOU

You pocketed your phone with a smirk as you hopped off your bed. Some reheated leftovers sounded amazing right about now, you feel like you could eat a whole feast. You glanced over at your things and considered your unending flask of honey mead before thinking better of it. Sans- fuck RANT- was right. That healing spell would give you a major hangover after you woke up, especially with how much it had to heal. You shivered as you felt your own mortality weigh down on you. 

You’d almost died again, and there were no more resurrection scrolls- especially now that you were home. Your eyes drifted back to the flask…

It couldn’t hurt to celebrate a little could it? Not only are you alive but you’re home! Besides you’re already going to hate life in the morning, why not enjoy a few swigs before that cliff?

You took a long drink and closed the flask, burying it under your things before making your way down the stairs to get something to eat. It wasn’t long after that you were in your usual spot on the couch watching TV with your family and laughing together. You’d even gotten a hug from your mom during a sad scene, and if she noticed you crying a bit more than you meant to then she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t totally unheard of for you to shed a few tears for fiction after all.

— sam’s match-ups masterlist

hi! if you sent in a match-up ask, you can find ‘em all here! if you sent off anon, i have just tagged you and added the link to the post. if you sent as anon/anon with identifying emoji, i included your description along with the link. this post will be constantly updated as i continue to post my match-ups! thank you and i hope you all enjoy your match-ups!!

— @hqprotectionsquad . . .

— anon . . . ❝ could i get a matchup🥺 with 2 boys~ i'm 4'9, i'm really tiny and i've been told i have really nice hair hehe personality wise i've been told i'm really gentle and calming, i had a teacher that said my voice is "serene" and "soothing" >__< i'm the mom friend of the group🥰 i'm quite the introvert, i enjoy just staying home with some takeout, studying quietly or playing acnh underneath all my blankets.. i'm quite fond of hugs and cuddling and forehead kisses too though😚😚💞💞💞 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ could i request for a matchup?🥺 i'm about 5'3, my friends always say i'm the perfect height to hug 🤗 i have long hair till my waist that i dyed a rose-gold colour, i like wearing green or grey contacts because i like the way they make my eyes look. i have a resting b!tch face though...i'm not very approachable because of it😭 i've been playing netball for about 6 years now and i'm quiet irl i guess, but off the court and when i'm comfy, i'm quite the goodball🤙🏻🤙🏻 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ grats for 500! I'd like to request a matchup w 3 ppl pls! Im female, 5'2, i LOVE volleyball! i play wing spiker but i used to play setter, i loved setting for my besties in hs after training. I like to work out, read books & study. i clean my room every morning cos i like neat things, my closet's organized. i have dark brown eyes and thick thighs, proud of em! i also dance, im flexible, and im taking journalism. i wanna play pro vb in the future but tbh 158.5cm's too short, but im not giving up! ❞

— ⭐️ 🌸 anon . . . ❝ Hey hey! If ur still doing the matchup event i would love one!! Im a short gal with wavy dark hair and green eyes. I wear makeup p often esp red eyeshadow and black winged eyeliner (bc im an egirl until i DIE). Speaking of egirl i dress in black and with a chain most of the time but i also randomly flip into floral soft girl hours?? As for personality im really energetic once im comfortable and i love people who can match that energy, esp bc i get anxious rlly easily so i need someone . . . who will help keep me calm and happy when my drive for success gets a lil out if hand lmao. I’m also v combative towards ppl who i think are disrespectful! I love classic novels and watching foreign movies, but I also LOVE sports and get rlly hype abt them. I also LOVE music esp metal but i can and WILL vibe to literally anything esp if its during a workout (bc i live at the gym and someone spotting my squats is so romantic 2 me 🥺). A match w/ 2 boys would be sick, tysm in advance! ❞

— anon . . . ❝ Im medium height with long brown hair and sharp features. I like drawing, reading, cooking. I’m rather chill and level-headed, i’m usually the one to fix objects and solve problems, I avoid drama. I’m compassionate and caring but sometimes indifferent. I like mountains, art galleries, concerts, cello and graphic design. I’m adaptable and open to learning new things but I don’t like changing my routine too much. + 1 male character. ty for this and congrats on 500 followers!!! you deserve it ❞

—anon . . . ❝ hihi!!!! congrats on 500!! i lov ur content sm.. akfjag im asking for a two chara match up!!! im 5'3 and i have pink hair,, i switch between so many hobbies LOL i play volleyball and softball,, and i love singing and painting!! i have a really cottagecore aesthetic and i love baking things for people!!!!! im really energetic and v bratty over text but i get flustered so easily in person,, i hope youre having a good day//night !!!!!! ty for ur fics ❞

— 🐧 anon . . . ❝ match up please!!🥺 2 characters n no gender preference!! im a tall (around 184cm) kinda chubby girl w/ shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin w/ a lot of moles n i wear glasses! im p shy n it takes me a while to open up. but when i do i am a completely dif person,, making friends is hard but the ones i do have i love more than anything! when im w/ them im cheerful, talk a lot n goof around. otherwise i look p intimidating n serious cause i have a rbf n barely talk,, . . . im the mom friend, an optimist, a dreamer n a procrastinator. im p hard to piss off but when im angry i can get scary 😳 im sensitive n cry a lot, currently im working on being more confident! i love animals n flowers!! cause im not the best with words i use lil gifts n touches to express my love! my hobby is drawing! ive been doing it my whole life n im rlly proud of it!! congrats on 500 followers love❤ ❞

— @raevaioli . . .

— 🦆 anon . . . ❝ Happy 500 bubs! You def deserve it :)! I was wondering if I could get a #1 male matchup? Looks: 5’1 petite fem w/ small chest/tiny waist. Thick/medium brown hair and eyes. I’m a cancer with ENTP type! I’m a very affectionate person to my loved ones. I’m very stubborn, sensitive (but I try to hide it), ambitious, witty and very talkative! I like to tease my friends, watch Netflix and try new baking things! Although I show my love through actions, I’m fine with getting love back in any way . . . Also I like baths! (It’s random but why not 😌) I wish you a good day! ❞

— anon . . . ❝ Hey! Can I get a matchup? (#1)I’m a Leo and a ISFJ chick! I have medium brown hair and big eyes w/ glasses. I have a petite body with a small waist and chest. I’m really nice to people but very awkward (I’ll laugh at the floor) and when annoyed. I’m much more open to others like my best friend,I feel at home with her :,) .My hobbies include watching greys anatomy, shopping for clothes, and calling my friends. I would want my partner to be a lil more extroverted than me. Happy 500 😊 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ hi! Can I get a matchup? I’m 5’2 straight girl w/ long brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. I’m thick in all the right places🥴 plus I have a curvy body. My star sign is Pisces and I’m a ISFP. I’m more introverted than extroverted. I dress like Hobo type of way, but i always wear AF1s and I NEVER crease them. In my spare time I draw,listen to raps (mostly by Tupac) and oldies, learn raps, and hang out wit friends. I also have a bunch of piercings on my ears and one on my nose. ty CONGRATS ON 500+ ❞

— anon . . . ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 WHOOP WHOOP❣️🥺, can i please have a matchup doe! so happy to celebrate this with you❤️ i’m a female, straight, 5’4 and a half, dark skin with medium black curly hair, chubby cheeks and always smiling, i love being outside just experiencing life or trying new drinks at restaurants!! i also enjoy staying home to watch tons of anime & movies or dates to the museum or theme park, spring is my favorite season and orange is my favorite color, i’m so hyper and loving, thank you! ❞

— 🐾 anon . . . ❝ Twice the charm I suppose :) I’m a 5’1 girl with long wavy brown hair. I have a lot of piercings and I tend to wear a lot of jewelry. I wear two knee braces due to a connective tissue disorder. I’m bisexual, so either way works for me owo. I’m an INFJ and a type 4. I’m told that I’m pretty easygoing but I get angry real quick when someone I love is threatened. I’m very empathetic and I’m the mom friend of the group 🐾 . . . Fun fact, don’t leave me alone in public for more than two seconds or else random strangers come up to me asking for advice. This has happened way too many times now don’t ask me why lmaooo. I’ve been playing soccer for eleven years now. I was the captain of a coed college-age division team for two years. I play left defense and goalkeeper. 🐾 . . . I go hiking a lot, I love cliff diving, and I’m an archer. I am also a painter and a writer. My dream job is to become a book editor, but I want to eventually live off my books. I tend to be pretty clingy when it comes to people. I randomly need a lot of attention and force my friends to cuddle. They like rejecting me 😔. Sorry that this was so long aha. Ily and have a good day 💕🐾 ❞

thanks for sending in an ask ! didn’t see yours? please let me know !

a to z 😤🤯

BAJDJXUCUDN ILY YK THAT 😭😩 oof let's seeeeee (also i was the anon who put R lol)

A- are you single?

yee 😀

B- birthday?

06-06-97 🤪

C- crush?

;-; nah

D- did u get ur first kiss?

n-no..

E- easiest person to talk to?

well on here 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

@canadian-honey @honey-piggy @kuromatoki @loveinbam @sagittariustigerfish @sanbuns @bananabeanz and moreeee :(

F- favorite song?

my bro i have aLOT but hmm ill put top 3

can u smile (remake) - infinite

sea - bts

born sinner - j.cole ft. fauntleroy

G- good at?

hahaha. nothing lol

H- hair color?

umm well i dyed it brown-red but my sister didn't do it right so its a mix between dark brownish red... oof

I- in love?

nah

J- jealous of?

hmm 🧐 nothing

K- known as?

NSJDJDJ IDK? yall tell me what im know as owo?

L- longest relationship?

-

M- middle name?

... i'll tell you that it starts with a Y

N- number?

6

O- one wish?

to love myself

P- person last texted?

@kuromatoki 🥺💕 soft hours : open 25/8

Q- question always asked?

what? — :] bc i never make sense tbh

R- reason to smile?

music, my online friends, my faves, and cats :D

S- song last listened to

boyfromthemoon - bloo

T- time you woke up?

uhhhh 12??? idk i forgot

U- 3 biggest wishes?

stick to what i started

live in a good home

to be happy

V- violent moment?

oof ngl my memory is shit but i don't think i've had a violent moment... does me getting a scar on my eyebrows bc my dumb brother accidentally made me lose balance on a scooter count 😬

W- worst fear?

fucking up i guess

X- ex you still liked after it was ended?

-

Y- your last hug?

i don't remember its beeen so long :c someone give me a hug pls

Z- zodiac sign?

~the ones i know are~

gemini - sun

cancer - moon

libra - rising

year of the ox

hiiii

ive been getting back into the writing groove by writing small drabbles and little one shots here and there - but @owo-uwu-begonethot gave me this prompt and i wrote a little something for it and it actually came out reall well !! its a 5 +1, but its not that long i swear.

i wasn’t sure if i should post it on AO3 so we’ll see 

enjoy ^^

5 Times Peter Asked For A Hug and 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

1. Tony Stark

“Sad” wasn’t a word one would usually use to describe Peter Parker.

Peter Parker was an optimistic, always-smiling kid who always went above and beyond for the people he loved - he was rarely upset. He was like a breath of fresh air to all the people in the compound because he would never, ever let a rainy day ruin the mood. A simply smile went a long way - Tony had noticed this with his time with Peter.

But sometimes he forgot that Peter was just a kid - a kid who had been through way too much for his age. A kid who needed comfort too.

And that fact hit Tony square in the face when the kid - his kid - walks into the living room with his eyes red-rimmed and tear tracks on his cheeks. Tony couldn’t do anything more than watch as Peter stumbled over to him, his head down and his breaths jumpy and shaky.

“...Kid?” Tony spoke cautiously, as if talking to a wild animal. He waited patiently for a response, watching as Peter wiped his eyes and looked up, but didn’t meet Tony’s eyes.

“C… can I please have a hug?” The teenager asked horsley, and Tony freezed up a bit.

He… never really ‘did’ hugs. Tony had never received a lot of hugs when he was a child, so he just grew up thinking that he didn’t really need to hug. Besides the occasional hugs from Pepper, he wouldn’t let anyone else hug him.

But…

Seeing Peter - the kid he had sworn to protect - crying and asking for something he wouldn’t normally ask for, and looking so upset…

Tony bit back a sigh and opened his arms, his heart cracking just a little bit as a choked sob made its way out of Peter’s throat. The teenager then tucked himself into Tony, wrapping his arms around the man as he hugged back.

“Damn, kid… you’re making me go soft.” Tony whispered jokingly, smiling a little when a small laugh sounded from Peter. After that, he went silent, nothing making noise aside from the small sniffles and sobs from the boy. Tony began to card his fingers through Peter’s hair, hoping it would bring some kind of comfort to him, and bit back a laugh when Peter seemed to melt into him more.

Tony would find out what was bothering him later. For now, he would just stay here like this, with his kid, giving Peter the comfort he needed.

And that was enough.

2. Steve Rogers

Steve found Peter in the training room at 3 in the morning, hitting a punching bag with all the force he could muster. From the distance, Steve thought he was just training (but why would he be up at this hour??), but as he got closer, he could see the tears that were running down Peter’s cheeks. With a small cry (of rage?? Sorrow?? Steve couldn’t tell.), Peter landed a hard blow on the punching bag and sent it flying across the room.

Peter heaved in breaths as he stood in the middle of the room, looking so impossibly small and sad. Steve couldn’t just stand there and do nothing, so he cleared his throat and stood a little straighter, calling out to the boy softly.

“Peter-” He stopped when Peter whipped his head around, clearly alarmed. “...hey. What are you doing up so late?” Steve managed to soften his voice a little more in an effort to calm Peter down - make him realize that he was in no immediate danger.

“Heh. Hi Mister Captain America Steve Rogers, sir.” Peter wiped his eyes in a vain attempt to hide the tears. “I just couldn’t sleep. I guess that’s why you’re down here, too?”

“...you’re right.” Steve smiled, albeit awkwardly and weakly, and moved to take a couple of steps forward. “But you’re a growing boy, you know. You need sleep.”

“...You sound like Tony.” Peter mumbled, and even though there was a smile on his face, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Steve suppressed a small sigh and put his hand on Peter’s shoulder, internally wincing when the teenager flinched a tiny bit.

“...What’s bothering you, Peter?” Steve asked softly, not expecting the second wave of fresh tears that had suddenly washed over Peter. Peter sniffled, and the next words that came out of his mouth really caught Steve off-guard.

“...Can I please have a hug?” Peter whimpered, scrubbing at his face rather harshly.

Steve would be damned if he didn’t give this kid a hug.

And the fact that the boy was so small caught up to him when Peter got swallowing up by Steve’s arms, practically disappearing when he melted into the hug.

3. Natasha

Natasha didn’t exactly do… emotions.

(Well - that was one way to put it.)

Being trained and brought up as an assassin, Natasha was always taught that you had to suppress your feelings in order to get through a mission - nothing could stop you from getting to the goal that you set and that you had.

However, ever since moving in with the only family she’d ever had, she was beginning to open up more - she was beginning to learn how to express herself more.

And that all started with a little someone name Peter Parker who also happened to be a spider.

(That was the first thing he had said to her after he got over his initial shock - ‘hey! We’re both spiders! Isn’t that cool?!’)

Natasha had found the boy sniffling to himself in the kitchen as he grabbed a cup with shaking hands from the cabinet above him. The Black Widow found herself frowning as she walked into the kitchen casually, not really sure how to attack this problem, but determined to nonetheless.

“Hey, Parker.” She said lowly, and Peter jumped in surprise. He blinked, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“O-oh! Hello, Miss Black Widow Natasha, m’am. Miss.” He said quickly, blinking rapidly as if to stop his tears from spilling over. She offered him a small smile and reached for a cup herself, trying to remain casual. Maybe if they just talked, he would feel better? Clint would just talk to her when she felt a bit… down. Maybe this would work for Peter?

“What drink are you going to get? I was thinking a cup of water for myself.” Natasha said, albeit awkwardly, walking over to the refrigerator to fill her cup.

“...I-I was actually just going to get some apple juice,” Peter replied from behind her, his voice all shaky and wobbly. Natasha frowned once more and turned around to face the teenager who wouldn’t even look her in the eye.

“...what’s the matter, Peter?”

There was a small period of silence where none of them said anything, the only noise being Natasha slowly putting her cup down on the counter. Should she have gone for the direct approach? That was a bad idea, it see-

“...Can I please have a hug, Miss Natasha?” Peter asked weakly, finally looking at her in the eyes.

A hug? Natasha wasn’t sure if she was the most qualified for a hug, but… when she looked at Peter, a surge of… protectiveness (??) swelled in her chest. He was always so… bright and happy. It was time for someone to make him feel safe.

So, she smiled. “Of course, Peter.”

She wrapped her arms around him gently, giving him room to step back if need be. After a couple of seconds of sniffles, she whispered quietly, “I got you, паук.”

And even thought Peter probably didn’t know what that meant, it made him cry even harder.

4. Bruce

Bruce had never met anyone who had been excited to see him for him and not the Hulk.

And yet, when he first met Peter Parker, the boy had almost thrown up with excitement.

Peter was a science nerd, it was obvious, and went on and on about how he had read all of Bruce’s lab reports and papers on every single research topic he did, and how he used them for multiple school assignments.

Peter was busy with school a lot (God knows how he kept up with both school and Spider-Man), which was why Bruce wasn’t very surprised when he found Peter on the floor of the labs with multiple papers scattered around him. What he was surprised about, though, was the constant flow of tears that made their way down Peter’s face.

“Peter!’ Bruce couldn’t stop himself before he exclaimed the boy’s name, causing Peter to whip around, his eyes wide and his lip quivering. Bruce realized his error almost immediately.

“O-oh, Doctor Banner, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair right now I promise let me just pick up all of your papers-” Peter said, panicked as he scrambled to pick up all of his papers.

“No, no, no, Peter, don’t-” Bruce quickly made his way over to stop Peter, letting out a small sigh when he managed to stop the boy. “I’m fine with you staying here. But what’s the matter? Is it something in your homework?”

Peter shook his head and let all his papers fly to the floor, looking down at his feet. He opened his mouth, closed it again, shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself. “...Can I have a hug? Please?” He asked quickly, as if he was ashamed of of the question.

“...Of course, Peter.” Bruce didn’t even hesitate - Peter had shown such kindness to him. There was no way he was just going to leave Peter hanging to dry by himself.

Peter let out a small, soft sob and allowed himself to be enveloped in a hug from the Doctor, relaxing when Bruce began to shush him and rub his back.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…”

5. Clint

“Hey, Spider-Child, I’ve been looking all over for - you…” Clint’s cheery hop-in from the vents into the living room was stopped abruptly when he caught sight of the teenager, laying in the fetal position on the couch and crying silently.

Clint was at a loss. He wasn’t sure whether he should just turn like nothing ever happened (it would spare Parker the ‘embarrassment’ of having someone see him cry), or he could stay and try to comfort the boy.

The parent in him pushed the first option away immediately. He couldn’t abandon a crying child and leave them all alone - whenever there was someone crying, comforting had to be done, and Clint wasn’t about to just hightail it out of there to give Peter privacy.

They were a team - and team sticks together like glue.

Like a family.

“Oh, shhhhhooot, Parker.” Clint winced at himself - winced at how phony and awkward he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hey Peter, bud - want to talk about it?” He sat on the edge of the couch, close enough so that he could see Peter, but far enough that if Peter wanted to sit up, or get up to leave, he could do so.

Peter remained silent, so Clint just kept on talking. “I know times can get tough, bud, but you have to come to talk to one of us when you do. We’re here for you. And I know it’s hard to adapt to that, but you really have to understand that. You can’t just bottle things up and hope they’ll go away - and we’ll talk to you. I’m always available! I’ll show you my secret place in the vents!” He lowered his voice at the last part, smiling when Peter gave a small, watery laugh. Clint’s smiled softened as he reached over and rested his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

There was a small moment of silence before the question was asked: “Can I please have a hug?”

Without skipping a beat, Clint replied: “Of course, bud. Sit up, though. I don’t want to lay on you and crush you for a hug.”

(Clint was 99% sure Peter could hear the swell of happiness in his chest when Peter laughed in reply and allowed the archer’s arms to encircle him.)

+1. Thor

“Ah! If it isn’t the Man of Spiders!” Thor’s voice boomed and echoed through the hallway as electric eyes settled on the small figure walking down the hallway. This ‘small figure’ seemed to flinch a little bit, but Thor carried on, passing it off as the initial shock of hearing his loud voice. “Tell me, spiderling - how has your day been? Care to sit on the couch with me and watch The Show of Friends? Tony tells me that it is very funny!”

There was a small passing moment of silence, and Thor was about to repeat himself, but a small voice stopped him from doing so.

“...w-with all due respect, Mister Thor,” Peter’s voice sounded… weird. Like he was trying to hold back a sob. “No thank you. M-maybe another time?” The teenager still hadn’t turned around, much to Thor’s dismay.

And Thor knew that something was 100% wrong.

“...Talk to me, Man of Spiders. Perhaps we could chat about what ails you over a nice cup of tea or hot chocolate. Trust me, keeping things to yourself is never the answer!” Thor jogged so that he was right behind Peter with a bright grin on his face. There was another passing moment with absolute silence. Peter had not moven from his spot except for the small tremors that shook his shoulders. “Please, turn around so we can talk-”

With a heaving sigh (that sounded suspiciously like a sob), Peter turned around, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “N-no thank you, Mister Thor. I promise I’m fine, I just have something in my eye.”

Thor frowned. He wasn’t emotionally inept! The Man of Spiders was hurting! And he had to do something - such a precious child could not be upset! So, before thinking things through, Thor enveloped Peter in a hug that left him enough room to move away if he wanted to, but tight enough so that he could feel safe. If someone was crying, that meant they didn’t feel safe and was upset, right? Comfort was in order!

To Thor’s surprise, Peter began to laugh hysterically. Then, as he suspected, those laughs began to dissolve into small sobs, then Peter began to sob openly, clutching onto Thor’s shirt with his hands. Thor shushed him softly, reaching up to rub his back in small, slow circles.

“I have you, Peter. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”