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kidney9-9 · 1 year

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Not Today Mister - Chapter 7

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The two in front of you paused instantly after you let out that squeak. You gaped at yourself for a second before you placed a hand over your mouth, horrified you revealed you were hiding.

You prayed and hoped for something else to happen, for them to ignore the sound and thankfully, they moved on, or so you thought.

“You didn’t tell me we still had a rodent problem.” Aizawa spoke up after the silence. Nezu instantly scoffed loudly at the man, shaking his head.

“You – excuse you. How offensive.” Nezu spat back and Aizawa’s eyes widened nervously. You stifled a giggle at his reaction.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Aizawa responded sincerely and Nezu started to chuckle.

“It was a joke, my bad, I have a poor taste of humor.” Nezu replied with another chuckle, prompting the relief to flood into Aizawa.

“Back to our conversation, dear Y/n is so sweet. If any harm were to come to her…” He stopped himself with a sigh, causing Aizawa to worry once more because he had never heard of you before now.

“Is she shy? I barely see her and when I do, she flees.” Aizawa asked, scratching his head.

Nezu paused before he said anything, taking the time to think about the question. “Not necessarily.” He didn’t give any more information as he pressed a smile to Aizawa.

“Is that all?” He continued.

“No, there’s some discussing we need to do on my class, they seem to be falling behind.” Aizawa sighed.

You stared at the two as the conversation continued, and you eventually tuned them out when you realized it wasn’t as important or didn’t relate to you. You felt bad for his class though, noticing that he wanted to be more tough on them.

Especially for their physical training.

You cringed at what Nezu agreed to, knowing that Aizawa was going to do his best with training. His quirk demanded that he was good at fighting – since he could only erase other quirks, he had to fall back onto his fighting and was good at stealth missions, especially as an underground hero.

You knew it was because he cared so much about these kids that he was going to treat them this way. It was something that made you fall for him more, but at the same time you couldn’t help but pity all of those children.

You remember back when you went to high school, your PE teacher was so tough on you about defense in every sport, especially martial arts. It stuck with you throughout the years because you knew you’d need it to defend yourself in some sort of way if you ever got caught by some villains or criminals, or some other situation.

All of a sudden, you heard the conversation ending.

You sighed silently, thankful for the end of that. Aizawa walked out of the room, and you stayed in your spot, unknowing of what to do now.

“You can come out now!” Nezu called out teasingly. You gulped.

“Come out now before I start counting.” He warned. You bit your lip.

“If I get to three, and you’re still not out, you’ll be in trouble!” He advised again and you scrunched your eyes closed, breathing in deeply.

“One…”

You started to move from under the desk. You hit your head as you started to get out, causing you to groan, “Ouch!”

“Two…”

You rolled your eyes to yourself as he continued his count down. Just as he was about to say three, you jumped out with a huff of air, rolling your shoulders.

“Three!” Nezu continued, even though he saw you and met you with a grin.

He laughed as you shook your head, and you let out a giggle.

“Now, why were you hiding underneath Hound Dog’s desk? He usually doesn’t like anyone under there, it’s his favorite hiding place.” Nezu asked with a smile. He was always so accepting.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Hound Dog has hiding places?”

Nezu shrugged, “And the sort…” He continued, making you even more confused but you didn’t question it any further.

“I was coming here to ask some questions and a favor.” You explained, fiddling with your fingers nervously as you explained yourself.

“And why were you hiding, my dear?” He prompted you to go on.

“Uhm, because.” You offer, bringing your shoulders up to your neck. He shook his head, not taking that as an answer.

“Because… I’m uh, uh, scared! Terrified, actually, of Aizawa.” You said, an anxious laugh escaping your lips.

“Oh?” Nezu let out.

“Yes! And that is why I need a disguise in case I need to be around him.” You continue, nodding your head.

Nezu stared at you blankly, “Understandable.” You let out a relieved sigh, shoulders coming down. He grinned at you then.

“Aizawa doesn’t mean any harm, dear, but if you’d like a disguise, you are welcome to it. What disguise are you thinking of?” Nezu was accommodating you neatly. You felt extremely thankful and relieved.

“Thank you so much, I just need a UA uniform. I’ve got my trash can disguise ready.” You replied, smiling back at him.

“Trash can? Oh, my… You are terrified of him if you are willing to disguise yourself as a trash can.” He retorted with a snort. You nodded back quickly.

“Yes, that’s what it is. He horrifies me completely. Stuff of my nightmares.” You exaggerate. Nezu gave you a knowing look but didn’t question you. You didn’t notice it, and thankfully you two got along well enough that he agreed to give you two uniforms, one regular and one for the gym.

You placed the two in your cart, that was stationed near Nezu’s office, hiding in a corner before you said goodbye to him.

“Thank you again, boss, you’re the best!” You declared, grinning widely at him and then glanced a bit guilty at Hound Dog’s desk.

“Of course, dear. I’ll see you later. Goodbye!” He cheered. You smiled, feeling accomplished for this mission today.

“Goodbye!” You said back, a bounce in your step as you moved your cart alongside you as you walked down the hallways.

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youngbeezer · 3 years

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You should do sharing a milkshake with Kevin Hayes!!!

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Prompt-- 8. Sharing a milkshake (w Kevin Hayes)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Ok, so I'm sorry this kind of took forever to finish (I was having major writing block). I also don't think this turned out that good but..

Thanks for requesting, hope you like it

Word Count: 1459 (also turned out way longer than I imagined)

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The final buzzer echoed throughout the half full arena, signalling the end of the 2020-2021 Flyers season. I wait a few minutes up in the press box, surrounded by all the other family members and WAGS. We all watch the players give their final appreciations to the loyal fans in the stadium and make their way through the tunnel.

I let out a little sigh when I saw everyone else in the room start making their way out the door and to the locker room. I take one more final moment to take in all my surroundings before we all leave this place for a good few months. I watch the few remaining fans weave their way through the seats, the zambonis making their way onto the ice, and the janitors getting a head start on cleaning.

“Hey a/n, you coming?” Ryanne, one of my closest friends and the captain's wife, asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” I sheepishly rush out as I rise from my seat to meet her at the doorway. She gives me a knowing smile before leading the way down to the locker room.

When we finally make it down there, a few of the guys have already started making their way out. Claude is one of them, and as he comes over he gives me a half smile trying to put on a brave face. I give him a quick hug and assure him,

“Great season cap.”

“Thanks y/n.” He gives me a genuine smile at that and another pat on the back before making his way over to his family.

I wait patiently for my boy to make his way out, and occasionally give a few of the other guys hugs and reassurances. Finally, I see Kevin walk through the locker room door trailing behind Nolan Patrick, who both make their way over once they spot me in the crowd. Nolan makes his way over to me first and says a quiet “hey” before going in for a much needed hug.

I don’t say much except for the standard, “I’m proud of you”, “you played great,” and give him a few back rubs. But once I see my boyfriend finally make his way over here, I give Nolan one last smile before wrapping my arms around Kevin’s neck and pulling him as close to me as possible. He immediately buries his head into the crook of my neck, where I notice a few wet spots hit my skin. I bring my hand up to tangle in his hair and soothe sweet nothings into his ear to try and calm him down.

“I love you so much Kev. No matter what happens or how the season ended, I am always going to be so incredibly proud of you.” I reassured softly, giving his shoulder a few sporadic kisses.

He eventually pulls away clearing his throat and gives me a gentle smile. He brings me in for a sweet kiss that tells me all I need to know. That he appreciates me and my words, and that he’s going to be okay.

“Hayesy, you two coming out with us?” Scott questions us, giving me a quick smile before bringing his attention back to my boyfriend.

“Nah we’re gonna have to pass on this one, sorry.” He answers, giving me a knowing look.

“No problem. See you soon bud. Bye y/n.” Scott gives Kevin a little pat on the back and me a quick hug and then makes his way out of the arena with his girlfriend and the rest of the group who are going out.

Now Kevin and I have always had a tradition that we started back when he was still playing with the Rangers. After a particularly tough game for Kev, he didn’t want to go out with the team, but he also didn’t want to go back home and sulk. So, on our way home from the game, we ended up coming across this diner. We went in, got some food, talked for hours, and we shared a milkshake. We always share a milkshake. Even though it is not technically on Kevin’s diet plan for hockey, it is a comfort food (and if we’re being honest, I drink more than half of it most of the time anyway) but it always seems to do the trick of making the night a little bit better. Now after games, Kevin just needs to give me one simple look, and I know right away that it’s a diner night.

I grab ahold of Kevin’s hand and wait for him to grab his hockey bag before trekking through the Wells Fargo Center and out to the parking lot. We got lucky that when we moved to Philly, we straight away found a cute little diner like 10 minutes from the stadium. So as soon as Kev’s bags are in the trunk and we are both situated in our seats, I start the engine and make my way towards one of our favorite spots.

Luckily when we arrive, there are barely any other customers so we get seated right away. Our waiter, Sally, waltz’s right over to us with her ever present grin.

“Hey you two. It’s good to see you again!” She greets us. Sally was our waiter the first time that we came here and right away warmed our hearts with her happy go lucky personality and charming presence. And every time we came here again, she always walked straight over to our table to greet us and get our usual order. She has been a huge part of making this place such a great escape.

Kevin’s face brightens up with Sally’s presence and he replies back, “It’s good to see you too Sally. How are the kids?”

“Oh they’re great hun. Thanks for asking.” She beams. “Can I get you guys your usual?”

“Yes please.” I smiled at her. Sally nods back and makes her way into the kitchen to place our order.

I bring my attention back to my boyfriend to find him already with his eyes on me. He intertwined our hands together, and even brought one of them up to his lips to give a little kiss.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He confided.

“Of course Kev. I meant what I said earlier. I am so so proud of you and of everything that you accomplished this season.” I declared back.

Before he could say anything else, Sally arrived back at our table with our order.

“Here you are darlin’s. A chocolate milkshake. With two straws.” She gave me a quick wink before retreating behind the diner counter.

“You know you’re seasons technically over… so we could have both gotten our own milkshakes. I wouldn’t have told anyone.” I tease a little.

Kevin scoffs a little before retorting back, “You’re only saying that because you just want an entire milkshake to yourself.”

I let out a giggle and gave him a shrug before taking the first sip of the chocolate heaven.

“I’m just kidding Kev. I wouldn’t change our tradition for the world.” I genuinely smile back at him.

Kevin is silent for a moment and just continues to stare at me as I [religiously] sip the chocolate milkshake.

“You know I love you right?” Kevin claimed.

I pause mid-sip to look back up at him. My face softens at the fondness I see on his face and I go to give his hand a quick squeeze.

“Of course. I love you too.”

“C'mere.” He smirks at me, beckoning me to meet him halfway across the table. Our lips meet into a passionate kiss that speaks volumes on how we are both feeling at this exact moment. There is absolutely no one else either of us would rather be here with at this moment, in a tiny little diner pouring our hearts out to each other after the Flyers season just ended.

From New York, to Winnipeg, to now Philadelphia. No matter where we both are, as long as we have each other, then that’s all we need. But Sally and this chocolate milkshake are a great bonus.

“Mhm, that’s good.” Kev mumbles against my lips as he pulls away.

I chuckle confusedly and raise my eyebrows up at him before asking, “What, my lips?”

“Nah, the milkshake. You taste like it.”

Now I am full on cackling in this tiny diner, causing every head to turn in our direction. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sally smiling from ear to ear watching us.

I shake my head at my ridiculous boyfriend, who is now practically gulping down sips of the milkshake and I bemusedly reflect,

“God, I love you so much.”

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spilledkauffie · 4 years

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Talk To Me

Repost from an old account I deleted!!!

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x reader Word Count: 1.6k+ T/W: trauma mentions / sexual innuendo A/N: honestly, my favourite Jackman role!

Slowly bringing your knees to your chest, the sheets made a gentle rustling sound at your action. The dark wooden walls of the room reminded you of a cozy cabin. Dimly lit with a vintage lamp on night stands placed at either side of the bed, another source casted a stream of light throughout the small quarters. You watched from the bed, as your lover finished washing his face, blotting the towel across his skin.

For a moment, you furrowed your eyebrows, seeing him stare at the mirror, hands pressing firmly against the counter. It wasn’t a blank stare, but more of a self-reflective stare. Wishing you could read his thoughts, just to understand why he did what he did, you knew that was nowhere near your power. Only able to feel emotions, not even see memories, when you touched someone it always seemed useless to you, but he often loved it, rarely having to actually tell you when he was in the mood. Or any mood for that matter.

“Logan,” you called sweetly, watching him almost shake out of the stare to look your direction, “you coming to bed?”

“Yeah...yeah,” he nodded, shifting his gaze downward, flicking the bathroom light off.

Giving him a half smile, still truly concerned that something was wrong, you shifted under the covers. Clicking your night stand’s light off, you turned over just in time to see him remove his shirt. Happy with the sight, as you loved to feel his skin, your demeanour became mildly impatient for him. Noticing you eyeing over his body, he smirked, amused.

“That’s all it takes?” Logan raised an eyebrow, with a signature cocky head tilt.

“Stop,” you blushed gingerly, hearing him chuckle at your embarrassment.

Finally joining you beneath the sheets, he turned the last official light out. The moon gave a silvery atmosphere, not too bright, but not too dark either.

Snuggling close to your wolverine, he gladly accepted your contact. Bringing your leg over his hip, he kept a protective hold to the back of your thigh. And his free hand explored the beautiful curve of your spine, his coarse fingertips being as gentle as possible. Pressed practically chest to chest, you smiled. Stroking a thumb across his cheekbone, a soft sigh escaped you.

“What?” Logan asked, sensing something was up.

“I wish you’d talk to me,” you admitted, fluffing back a tuft of his stubborn hair.

“I am talking to you,” he smart-aleckly answered, smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, when you frowned, unamused.

“I mean really talk to me,” you emphasised the middle of your sentence, “about why you stare at your reflection, or why you’re so protective, you know- maybe- even about...your feelings.”

With a deep chuckle, Logan rubbed the back of your thigh methodically, almost as a comfort to avoid your question. Feeling a mixture of emotions run through his body, you always had the hardest time with him. Perhaps it was all the adamantium that blocked the signals, or maybe he was just good at covering up his actual feelings. Either way, it made it difficult; you stroked softly along his neck in a desperate attempt to try and gain more emotions.

“Oh, you’re serious?” He asked, observing your facial expression.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded.

Pausing for a moment, he thought things over, “alright,” he looked away, as if debating his next words carefully, “whatdya want to know?”

Shocked he was letting you in, even just a little bit, you took it. Shifting back to think of the first question, you had so many after all.

“Okay…,what do you think about when you stare at the mirror?” You looked over his expression, wanting to avoid any aggression.

“Wow, gotta start with the tough ones?” Logan laughed, before another pause, “I can still see the monster created. I’m made of metal and sometimes I think that’s all I am, just...cold. But you’re making it pretty hot.”

“Logan,” you whispered, both trying to keep him on track and actually picking up a strong sense of his emotion.

“Right, sorry,” he regrettably apologised, hoping his comment would’ve deterred the conversation, “can’t you feel and see all this without me talking about it?”

“I can’t see the memories attached to the emotions,” you said, “I wish I could...especially with you.“

You placed your hands against his bare chest, lovingly, Logan perked an eyebrow questionably, not opposed, but very curious. You closed your eyes and focussed hard on his emotions.

“Tell me more?” You asked.

As he began to speak, you tried only thinking on the emotion. As he began describing his pain you felt it in full force.

“A room full of people, military people. No faces, only figures,” he said, “water, lots of needles, filled with metal.”

The further he dove into his painful memories, the more you began to feel it. Your heart raced, eyes filled with tears and soon the emotion of pain took over, spreading through your body. Gasping, you took your hands away, curling into yourself as much as possible. It was a pain you had never felt before. Almost- as if death was near. It felt never ending.

“Hey, hey,” Logan’s voice was comforting, “you’re alright, I got you.”

On the verge of panic, you clung onto him. His emotion had already changed back to protective which helped ease you. Though you couldn’t understand how he could switch between emotions in a heartbeat, you still appreciated his comforting presence. Looking down, you felt his strong arms holding you and spotted the dog tags hanging around his neck. Tears slipping passed your eyelashes, you met his eyes. Fingertips shakily holding on to the metal that hung from his neck with his mutant name stamped into them.

“What did they do to you?” You spoke, voice hoarse.

Looking you over now, he could see how scared you were, “I’m not sure.”

Nodding your head, you knew he was still trying to figure out everything he had been through and now, now you knew only the slightest bit of pain he felt. Overwhelming for you, yet he managed ever single day with it.

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” He suggested, bringing you closer.

“Yeah,” you whispered, sliding your hands around his frame.

More odd than usual the night was hard for you. Normally you slept perfectly fine knowing you were wrapped in the arms of a lover and an indestructible protector, but the experience of such high pain threw you off entirely. It stuck with you, keeping you up, but it also broke your heart to know how much he hurt...

Checking the clock to your left, it was early morning, still dark out and the school was quiet. There was no point in staying in bed, so you managed to escape his hold, slip on his button up shirt and head down to the kitchen. Finding some tea, you put on the hot water and waited. Seated at the island in the center of the room, you placed your head in your hands and replayed the emotion. So much pain and torture, how did he-

“Hey,” a familiar voice startled you, making you turn in your seat.

“Logan,” you said relieved, “why’re you up?”

“Cause you’re up,” he countered, stepping closer.

“I’m sorry,” you swallowed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Looking downward, you wanted to avoid eye contact, knowing full well that he was bound to ask what was keeping you up. It wasn’t typical of you to leave him, especially at night. You really didn’t want to talk about what had happened earlier.

“I don’t think I need to ask, do I?”

His serious tone brought your attention to him. Debating whether or not to tell him was difficult. Imagining he’d feel like it was his fault for ‘giving’ you his emotions, when really you asked and he was simply answering you honestly. He always felt like he hurt those around him even more than he’d been hurt. Ignoring his pain and realising others was a trait of his.

“I- it’s just,” you started, looking away when you felt tears again, your emotions heightened, “you’re going through so much agony, how-”

Another pause came to you as you choked back tears. Quick to come to your aid, he stepped between your knees, placing a hand to your cheek and wiping away a falling tear. Brining your hands to hold his wrist, you felt his heartbeat.

“Gone through,” he corrected you, “Sure, I’ve gone through a lot of shit, but I’m here now and I’d say pretty happy compared to the past.”

“You made me feel emotions I have never felt before,” you admitted, looking up.

“And you’ve made me feel emotions I’ve never felt before,” he smirked, watching a smile pull at your lips.

Dipping down, his hand slipped to the side of your neck and his hips hit yours. With lips inches away from yours, you pulled back slightly.

“Logan, here?” You asked.

“C’mon, a kiss won’t hurt,” he whispered, “it’ll help, I promise.”

Smiling, you actually agreed, any other emotion running through your body would be nice and you were glad to accept what he was offering. Curling your fingers through the belt loops on his jeans you pulled him closer, letting him know you approved. Happily continuing, his lips met yours and it wasn’t long before you were melting underneath his touch, at just the slightest action. Wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss became deeper. You felt several of his emotions, this time enjoying every one. If there was something you certainly loved most, it was his passion.

Pulling back from you, Logan could tell you were now wanting more, “you want to know why I’m so protective?”

“Why?” You bit your lip, batting your eyelashes.

Squeaking when he lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him squeeze your ass, you smiled at the next words his raspy voice spoke to further distract you.

“It’s just instinct.”

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alicemitch09writes · 3 years

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(un)loving miya atsumu

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the boys in the club.

As soon as practice ended, you had just finished writing in the journal, signing off a few things, eyes glued to your written analysis and observations bent on heading home. Kaoru needed help with one of his homework and asked you earlier to help him.

Just then, a familiar voice called out to you.

“(Y/N)!”

Looking up, you meet the kind gaze of Aran. “We’re headin’ to that new boba shop by the station, wanna come with?” Behind him were Akagi, Oomimi, Kita, and a few other players, watching you with inviting smiles.

You paused, gripping on to your notebook.

Thing was, it had been a few days since the incident. As much as your seniors meant no harm, you didn’t want a reminder of your humiliation.

More importantly, this was Ojiro Aran – out of everyone in the team, he was the one who knew the twins best and the one of the few people they respected, he was their straightman as much as a big brother figure to them. And because you were associated with the twins, he had the same reception with you - if not, kinder and softer. Something akin to concern swam in those dark eyes of his, to which you had to ignore.

Atsumu – who was watching with a glare, brown eyes burning at you, threatening – would hate you even more for trying to take Aran from him.

And so, you shake your head. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to pass. But please, enjoy for me.”

Without another word, you nodded at them all, ignoring the sad look in their eyes, and left.

"Torino?"

"Karasuno," you corrected, almost exasperatedly. Seriously, how old was Coach Kurosu again?

Realization dawns on him. "Ah, haven't heard that name in a while."

"Are they any good?"

"Dunno, they're an old powerhouse."

Humming, you look back at the pamphlet in your hands. "A rather glorious comeback, wouldn't you say?"

The older man pulls his head back, barking in laughter. "That's a rather poetic way of saying it!"

It would be something your captain would say, but currently, he's busy having a practice match with the rest of the team.

As always, with him on the court, everyone played to their best and didn't half-ass or slack. Heck, even Suna was doing some work!

But of course, there were his plays - graceful, smooth, and focused solely on the defense.

Definitely a clear cut choice of captain, the standard, in your opinion.

"Aran-san, nice serve!"

A blur of yellow and blue flies to his hand, dribbling it with his one hand as he walks to the end of the court and waits for the whistle. With him serving, it had everyone on high alert.

The ball flies up in the air, Ojiro runs up, hands raised to meet the falling ball, sending it flying to the other side of the court just barely touching the outer line. Still an in.

Definitely an ace alright, enough to be recognized in the country’s top 5 aces.

Whoever the next ace was – it’s going to be a tough call between Osamu and Ginjima - they have big shoes to fill.

Quickly, you write in your notebook.

'Ojiro serves: Ins - 5, Outs - 1'

After a week of exams, it was only natural that people reverted back to their normal state – you with managerial duties for the school’s illustrious volleyball club. Fresh out of the burn of their academics, everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

"What're you standing around the court for? Chase after it!" Coach Kurosu yells. "Geez, my dog chases balls better than these nitwits."

And there's his dog analogy, you thought to yourself, hilarious as always to hear.

On the other side of the court was a team composed of Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and Ginjima - the trouble children, and two other second years. Opposing them were the third years - Kita, Akagi, Oomimi, Aran, one third year, and another second year.

Honestly, your captain would've done well as libero, with his amazing receiving skills and read of the ball's trajectory. He wasn't the team's defensive specialist for nothing. Nevertheless, as a wing spiker, he does well for his part. Regardless if his skills were average, just the way he presents himself in and out of the court was astounding.

"Suna, nice serve!" you called out, watching the tall boy walk back in line.

Just as the whistle blew, the ball was sent flying in the air leaving the opposing team scrambling.

For one rather lackadaisical, Suna's techniques were something. If only he gave his all in all of his games.

'Suna serves: Ins - 4, Outs - 0'

Seeing gray-dyed, you closely watched as Osamu toy with the current blockers, not once intimidated by Oomimi, the top blocker of the team.

As the ball appeared before him, instead of spiking it, he tossed it to his waiting twin, sending the ball to the other court. A flash of gold - a hungry look in his eyes as the ball goes the way he wanted it to go, enough to blind from your spot.

"The twins are on point today as usual," Coach Kurosu says with a nod. You nod with him, writing into your logbook.

'Miya Twins quicks: success - 6, fails - 1'

Yep, everyone was definitely in high spirits today.

Your thoughts and observations were echoed by the two coaches after practice, after congratulating them for all doing a great job during the previous week. Exams were no laughing matter, they were a test to see one’s mental and academic capability – as they were all students.

Now that you think about it, as Coach Oomi was telling off a few of the boys, you had to follow up on their performance once the results were out. Normally, they’d get their test results in a week’s time, probably.

After that, a short break for the holidays.

Must be nice…

"Ah, by the way," you call out, making your presence known and just before the coaches ended today’s practice.

All eyes were on you, attention on high. Turning to your coaches pointedly, expectantly, they only stared back, question in their eyes. Frowning, your head tilted slightly, they stared back. The frown on your face deepened, unamused.

Seriously?

Planting your hand on your hip, your expression sours. "You both forgot, didn't you?" they winced.

"A-Ah, you have to be specific, (L/N)." Coach Oomi defended, Coach Kurosu nodding beside him.

Your frown only deepened, eyes narrowing.

"We just talked about it before practice started," though your voice was even, there was enough bite to it. And though older than you, the two men felt small under your reprimanding gaze. More so when you sighed, as though you've said too much. “And you both told me to remind you about it before we end today’s practice.”

As the team watched, they felt just as though you were talking to the lot of them – your voice thick with disappointment. Kita watched, unaffected by it all almost amused by it all.

With a sigh, you turned to the team, eyes easily finding blond-dyed hair. "Miya Atsumu,"

The setter straightens at the sound of his name. "Y-Yes?"

Lifting your lips up, a gentle smile filled your face. "Congratulations, you've been selected to join the All-Japan Youth Camp." You say with a smile – a true, genuine, and proud smile, despite knowing that you were the last person he’d like to hear it from.

Something in Atsumu starts at the sight of it.

It took a second for him to process your words, before he burst into joy. “Y-Yosha!”

Congratulations were tossed his way left and right from his teammates. Beside you, it seemed as though it finally came to the coaches as they sheepishly scratched the back of their heads, avoiding your gaze.

"W-Wait, how about 'Samu?" Atsumu asked, directing his question to you.

The smile on your face thinned. "Sadly, there's an invite for only one Miya."

Interestingly enough, Osamu’s only reaction was to blink, his gray-brown eyes becoming distant.

"B-But-"

"Should you have any concerns or queries, feel free to approach any of the coaches." There was a finality to your tone, causing the older men to jump.

“A-Ah, right. Thank you for that, (L/N).” says Coach Kurosu, smiling at you, apologetically and gratefully. He got a nod from you. “Again, congratulations Atsumu. Now for the rest of y’all, I don’t want the rest of you slacking behind just because of this, y’hear me?”

“No coach,” they replied.

“Alright, good. Dismissed.”

(A few days before his leave for Tokyo, Atsumu was at school with a rare free period shared with Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima. They all decided to head to the library, in lieu of studying but to loiter in actuality.

Atsumu was gushing to the brim, excitement in his bones to meet some interesting volleyball players from all across the nation. Heck, he might even see that one annoying player with the wicked spins on his serves.

“Ah, that’s Itachiyama’s Sakusa,” Ginjima says.

“Isn’t he one of the top high school aces in the country?” Osamu asked, voice thinly veiled with curiosity.

“Actually, he’s the top ace.” Suna said without looking up from his phone, fingers tapping and sliding every few seconds.

“Shit, for real?”

“He even beat Aran!”

A loud shush sounded off, the student librarian glaring at their table. The four boys quieted down, Osamu shoving at his twin, who retaliated with his own shove before Ginjima stepped in to break it off.

“Man, I’m gonna meet a buncha interesting people!” the setter gushes, he was practically radiating it off. In all their years playing volleyball, this was actually the first time that Atsumu was going alone. Although they talked it out with his twin, Atsumu sharing it with his brother and friends make it believable that he isn’t alone in this, it was enough to fill his spirits. (Nobody tell him he’s lonely about going alone, though)

“Just don’t go off starting a ruckus,” Osamu stands from his seat, because the student assistant was glaring holes into their table. He comes back a moment later with some books in his hands, a mix of cookbooks, sports, and literature books.

From his seat, the student assistant looked appeased by the sight of books before turning back to his duties. Their group exchanged snickers, returning to their idle state.

Just then, through the open doors, Ginjima caught sight of you passing by “Ah, it’s manager.”

Atsumu never turned so quickly on his life – which the Ginjima found rather comical – indeed finding you out the hallway uniform nice and tidy as always, not a hair out of place, with arms filled with textbooks.

With Kusakabe beside you.

It made his blood boil for some reason, seeing the two of you together – when there were a few other classmates as well. You’ve become close with Mr. Four-Eyes, it seems.

“Ah, she chose an extra class, right?”

“That’s right.” Osamu answered with a nod. “Chemistry, I believe.” To which everyone deflated at, it was a science with a bunch of math. Yet, unsurprisingly, it was rather fitting for you. It shouldn't also surprise them that you chose to add an extra class instead of having free time like them. College prep kids were built different, it seems.

Recovering, Ginjima watches the back of your head as he comments. “Ah, I keep forgetting manager’s in a college prep class.”

“Wasn’t her big sister in one, too?” asked Suna, looking up for once, chin resting on his folded arms.

When you were out of sight, Atsumu turned back to his group. “I think so? She was in Class 5?”

“Manager’s in Class 7, though.” Ginjima stated.

Suna scoffs. “There’s just a 2 difference.”

“Aren’t they just the same, though?” Atsumu frowned, now recalling how each of the (L/N) siblings were intellectuals. Mika, you, and Kaoru were all in honor’s classes, with you being in the classes for all of your middle school, junior high, and probably all of high school. Kaoru might even follow in your footsteps if he can balance soccer and his studies.

“Pretty much, I guess.”

“Nah, (Y/N)’s the smarter sibling.” Osamu answered again, rather smoothly almost defensively. “She’s been part of the top students since middle school.”

Ginjima and Suna hums, with the latter going back to browsing his phone.

“Osamu, you know a great deal about manager, huh?”

The corner of his lips twitch, briefly meeting his twin’s gaze before plucking a random book from their stack. “Yeah well, she’s my best friend.”

My best friend, Osamu says. Not ‘our’.

Ah, yeah, there was that. He couldn’t share the joy with you anymore.)

Walking down the busy hall, students flocking every corner, you carefully maneuvered even without looking up. What’s more, you were at the third year’s floor – which should intimidate lower year levels, but not you.

Glancing you, you found Class 5 and approached the door.

“Excuse me,” you asked the student closest to the door. “Is Aran-san around?”

“Ojiro?” turning to the room, the student called out. “Hmm, ah, there he is. Oi, Ojiro, someone’s here for you!”

As soon as he was called, a tall figure stands from his seat, eyes widening at the sight of you. He raises a hand as he approaches. “Yo, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“Ah, we’ve run low on some supplies,” you reported, hands folded behind you.

Almost immediately, he falls into vice-captain mode. “Yes, that! Well, don’t worry about inventory check because Shinsuke and I did them for you.”

“Really?" unconsciously, your shoulders relaxed. "That’s a relief.”

Aran's whole face softens down at you. “Hey, as captain and vice-captain, we’re both obliged to at least ease our manager’s burdens. We can help out, too, y'know?” You had to smile at that. “Just gimme a sec, I’ll get the list.”

You watch Aran walk back to his seat, leaving you alone to look around his classroom. It was no different than yours, except there was a certain feel to it. In fact, everyone in the room - although were, very much like you, students - had a feel that was different about them. Third years, huh?

“Here we go,” Aran returns with some papers in his hands.

“Thank you very much,”

“Now, don’t forget to ask the coaches-“

“Will do. By the way, how’s your little sister?” A little small talk couldn’t hurt, right?

The older teen sort of frowns, the same frown he uses on the twins. “I swear, the older she gets the more she’s getting on my nerves!”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” you stifled a laugh, failingly. If you remember correctly, Aran’s little sister was just Kaoru’s age.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh about it all you want.” Sighing, he threw his hands in the air. “Why can’t she be more like you?”

“Cold, stoic, barely human?”

He sputtered, gesticulating rather dramatically. “Oi!”

“It’s the truth.”

Grumbling, he clears his throat, fixes himself into his big brother persona, arms folded over his chest for added effect. “I wish she was more collected and responsible, like you.”

“A ringing endorsement from one of the top high school aces, I’m flattered.”

Sharing laughter, he reached over to ruffle his hand over your head. “You at least deserve to be complimented every once in a while.”

You hum, warmed by his words. "You could at least just talk it out with her, that's how I deal with Kaoru."

"Yeah, but she doesn't take me seriously."

"Neither does Kaoru," Aran looks surprised by this, you can't blame him, your younger brother was a brat and a lot to deal with. "However, it does help to aptly remind him time and time again of his misdemeanor. You most certainly have to be strict with managing him but also respect their feelings. In addition, you must speak to them like a child and not a subject of some sort."

For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine. "S-Sheesh, you sound like Shinsuke when you say that."

Unable to help yourself, the corner of your mouth lifts into a smirk-like smile. "Who do you think taught me all those?"

His expression flattens, eyes shut as it comes to him. "Ah. Man. Geez."

He then sighs in defeat, shoulders lifting and dropping. "Still wished she turned out like you, (Y/N)."

"Trust me, you don't want a boring little sister. Anyway, good luck with her though."

"Will do, thanks for the tips," he mutters a few things under his breath, something like a prayer.

Tucking the papers aside, you just about turned to leave when you nearly run into someone.

“Atsumu, watch where you’re going ya lug!” Aran says behind you.

“S-Sorry-“ he looks down, eyes widening when he realizes he crashed into you, you blink back in concern. “S-Sorry-!”

“No, I’m sorry for not paying attention to my surroundings.” Taking a step back, you found Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima behind him - giving them all a bow before walking away.

Before he left for Tokyo though, both your families had a little get-together at the Miya residence.

To say it was awkward was an understatement, especially because of the rift between you and one particular twin, and because the family didn't exactly know about the situation - but you managed by helping around whilst the twins (plus Kaoru) played some games.

“Don’t you want to join them?” the Miya matriarch asked you kindly.

Over at the living room, the boys were loudly cheering, eyes glued to their game, Kaoru nestled between the twins.

You shook your head, focusing on chopping the vegetables. “I’m fine.” Cooking helped calmed you, busying your hands and sense of smell and taste helped calmed your nerves. Meticulously following through recipes in your head, focusing only on making delectable dishes for all.

As much as you can, you didn't want the family to notice something between you and Atsumu, didn't want to ruin the already bright atmosphere because of his success, didn't want to ruin his day, didn't want to ruin his reputation because of you.

Dinner was a quiet affair between the families, congratulating Atsumu over and over for qualifying for the All-Japan Youth Camp. Osamu heartily ate, sitting next to you, Atsumu to his other side. With his twin as the star of the feast, you saw him brimming with pride and a bit of shyness - especially in the presence of family. It made you smile, but only for a quick while.

So you ate quietly, keeping your head low.

It was already worth knowing how quiet you were unless asked a question. Nobody seemed to mind, used to your quiet presence.

"Kaoru, eat properly," you berate, reaching over, napkin in hand to wipe your brother's face.

It's also known that you were such a caring person - sister, most especially.

"You're almost an adolescent now and still you eat like a child." There was rice on his shirt on his table, how embarrassing. How is he 12?

"Nee-san, please!" At that, the adults laugh, seemingly used to it all. Even Atsumu laughed in. "I'm not a baby!"

"You'll always be a baby to us, brother boy." Atsumu teased your little brother, booping his nose with his finger.

Groaning, Kaoru angrily puts down his bowl and chopsticks, swatting you and Atsumu's hands away. The adults laugh again, especially at the combined forces of you and Atsumu.

The blond-dyed teen meets your eye, time freezing for a moment, you kept thinking of them as brown when they were actually honey brown. It was hard to look away from them, especially with how he took you in. Something kickstarted in your chest.

Clearing your throat, you quickly sit back, he does the same. Osamu fills his plate and yours too.

Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you take out your phone, eyes widening at a notification.

"Ah, Mi-" unsure how to address him, especially because the adults and Kaoru were there, you cleared your throat again, capturing everyone's attention, including Atsumu's. "Mika-nee sends her congratulations."

Like magic, his whole face lights up like a Christmas tree. Misery, it was it feels like, followed by a thousand arrows shot through your already fragile heart.

"She furthers that, 'she knew you could do it. Have fun in Tokyo,' it was a miracle how firm you kept your tone, in its usual monotonous tone. "And 'hello to everyone, I miss you all.'"

The adults then turn to tease Atsumu, Osamu reminding his twin that your sister was still with her boyfriend, resulting in them fighting. Bemused by their usual antics, the adults ask you questions about your sister's well-being, you answered as best you could before they began to talk amongst themselves about traveling, allowing you to wallow on the pain.

Yep, that was the Mika effect.

She could light up a room by just the mention of her name, amplifying the happiness of someone's achievement.

And who were you? Just a bystander. A ghost, even. Your words meant absolutely nothing, especially for Atsumu.

But - you peeked up, seeing him steal from Osamu's plate - at least it made him happy, right?

As much as it pained you, that smile on his face was everything.

"Nee-san, can you pass me some meat please?" Kaoru asks you politely, rice sticking to his cheeks.

Swallowing the pain, you robotically reach out and placed an ample amount into his waiting plate, grateful for the distraction.

Again, this was about Atsumu. Not about you.

Reaching over, you were just about to clean his face when he does it himself. "I can do it myself, nee-san." your little brother's grin was a mess, yet you couldn't find it in your heart to get mad, especially at the proud look on his still messy face.

With Atsumu gone for a whole week, and nationals coming up soon, practice as of late has been hectic and hard. Also, because the team was short of one Miya, it went quietly and peacefully – a strange and rather unnatural occurrence. That excuse any kind of indolence though, especially with nationals drawing near.

"Put your backs into it!" barked Coach Kurosu.

Somehow, because nationals were coming, practice went on slower than usual. And that was saying, you were still in the middle of winter.

The boys had to work themselves to the bone, beating the chilly winter breeze, pumping the blood in their veins. Each player gave their all, yelling out when both coaches couldn't hear them.

Blowing on your whistle, you called out. "Alright, take a 10-minute break."

Never have you seen the whole gym deflate, thankfully.

Heck, it was only the first half of practice!

Water bottles were handed and consumed in record time, a few players even fell to the ground, legs raised against the wall.

"I'm gonna die!"

"You're not going to die," you retort at the first year. "Just don't force yourself." The first year whines once more.

"There's a difference between forcing yourself and giving your all in a game," a cold voice added in, causing the first year to shoot up sitting. "That being said, you needn't need to slack off. Just play like you usually would."

"Y-Yes, Kita-san!"

Huffing you turned to your captain, who blinked back at you.

"Good work today, captain."

"Practice is far from over, (L/N)." he mused, eyes bright.

Humming, you glance at the stopwatch - eight minutes had just passed. (E/c) eyes then drifted over the gym, over the heads of the club members, a sea of black and white practice uniform. This was a scene you were used to all of your two years as manager, for all of four seasons.

Somehow, just looking out at it all, something felt missing.

No, not something - someone.

Someone with golden blond-dyed hair, bright honey brown eyes, a sly smirk, and astounding presence.

It was missing one Miya Atsumu.

Glancing back at the stopwatch, a minute had just passed you realized.

Lifting your head again, you were met with the same view.

Sighing, you pocket the stopwatch and announce the remaining minutes of practice there was left. Frowning at nothing, you felt something tug at your ponytail. Looking over, you were met with a darker version of a person in your head - darker hair, darker eyes, same gentle eyes.

"Osamu, what's up?"

"Can you help me tape up?"

"...that's rare, you don't normally tape up your hands." you say, leading the two of you to where the first aid kid was.

"It's winter," was all he reasoned, almost in a grumble. Almost childishly.

It almost made you snort, that was usually his brother's complaint - as he was more particular with his hands and being a setter in general.

"(Y/N), please." he whined, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yes, yes."

With one Miya short, it meant one was left behind - Osamu.

Even without his twin, he pretty much carried himself just fine. Between the two, he was much more independent. Atsumu was always the clingy twin.

And with his older twin away, that meant, more time with the lad. More time with your best friend.

But as the saying goes, two is better than one.

Two Miyas is better than one.

Still, you made the most out of it, since there was no way you coming in between the brothers.

“You said that chicken noodle soup is your ultimate comfort food, right?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

Osamu was silent for a moment, watching the steaming white rice in front of both of you. “Mine’s onigiri.”

For some reason, that surprised you. “Really? Not your mom’s-”

“Yeah.”

Hands washed, the two of you dug on to the bowl of rice, carefully shaping it in your hands. “That’s a surprise. You never told me that.”

Although, it did explain how after you moved in and met him, he was asking you to help him make onigiri. Much like now. Except with his chubby hands then, most of his end product ended up badly shaped, too soggy, bland, or lacking.

Years of practice saw to his improvement, with his onigiris being perfectly shaped, flavorful, and rich in texture enough to beat the rice balls at convenient stores. Not to mention that he’s grown a penchant for cooking, after being friends with you.

Rice was a rather versatile grain that has a lot of varieties, depending on how you choose to make use of it. Japanese dishes were mostly simple but made had a lot of intricacies that rivaled gourmet dishes. Onigiri had a lot of variants – white rice, wrapped, seasoned, mixed rice, fillings, to name a few.

But for Osamu, the humble white rice onigiri was his favorite.

It was worth noting that through the years you’ve watched him mold his rice – once, burning his hands because they were too hot or because he was too impatient – he seemed rather determined in the process. He shaped the onigiri as though he were holding something precious, taking careful means, making sure that he had the right amount of seaweed and mayonnaise.

Most of his onigiris were huge, like the size of his hand. Well, he was an athlete and a huge glutton – so those two combinations spoke plenty. However, when he finally finished his first perfect onigiri, something crossed his eyes – it sent a twinge in your heart, seeing so much emotion in those usually guarded eyes of his.

“Osamu?”

The boy just stared at his onigiri for a while, as though in disbelief. Upon closer inspection, he looked as though he were in a daze.

“…have I ever told you why it’s my comfort food?”

There seemed a weight to his words, shown in the way his eyes glazed over a simple homemade rice ball. People have different ways of expressing themselves, some through writing, some through sports, some even through cooking.

Osamu conveyed his feelings through cooking, it seems.

Turning to face him, you wore a gentle smile. “I would very much like to hear it.”

Meeting your gaze, slowly, his lips lift into a smile.

Over a plate of perfectly made onigiris, Osamu tells you a story of his first love.

There was a knock at your door, followed by the doorknob turning. “Nee-san,” came your little brother’s voice, accompanied by crinkling plastic. “here.”

Flipping on to the next page, busily writing into your notebook, was all he got. You barely looked up from your notes!

Miffed, he tried calling you again, “Nee-san!” he dragged on the first syllable, doing the same with the last syllable with a baby voice. To no avail, much to Kaoru’s disappointment.

Though you were wearing earbuds, normally Kaoru would hear soft, gentle tunes playing off it, so you could still hear him. Only, you were really into your notes, as though your own brother wasn’t in the same room as you.

Puffing his cheeks, he paddled up towards you, poking you in the cheek. “Nee-san,” Much more disappointed and annoyed, he looks at the plastic in his bag, carefully lifts it up until the cold plastic touches your cheek, the touch shocking you instantly.

“Ah, Kaoru,” You gently pushed him away from you, pulling your earbuds off, rubbing at your cold cheek. “what are you doing here?”

“I knocked!” his cheeks were still puffed, the (adorable) frown on his face easing. “Here.” He raises the plastic earlier to you, at an eye level.

Bubble tea.

Blinking, you carefully take it from your brother’s hands. “Who’s it from?”

“Atsumu-nii and Osamu-nii.”

Your brows furrowed at that. “Both of them?”

“Yep! I have one, too!” he showed his own drink, heartily sipping from it, unaware of the questioning look in your face and tone.

You would understand if Osamu bought it, but Atsumu? And Kaoru, as much of a brat he can be at times, hardly lied – at least to your face. And he loved the Miya twins. He was also scared of lying to your face.

“We’re about to eat dinner, though.” You berate, especially at the amount of sugar in his drink. “When did they give it?”

“Just minutes ago! Atsumu-nii handed it over because Osamu-nii had to make dinner.” Ah, so that confirms it then.

Humming, you take the drink in your hand. “Thanks, Kaoru.”

The little boy toothily grins. “You’re welcome, nee-san!” rushing to the door, he turns to tell you, “I’ll come back when dinner’s ready!”

“Yeah, thanks.”

With a click, you were alone in your room once more. Music softly played from your earbuds, homework sitting idly.

Surprisingly, the drink was still cold. Just how long ago did they buy this?

Atsumu and Osamu bought this, you remind yourself, twisting the drink in your hand, fiddling with the straw with your other hand. Straightening your drink, you punctured your straw in.

Taking a sip, you let the flavors settle in your tongue before swallowing. “…not too sweet, just salty enough.” Just the way you like it.

Twirling the drink in your hand, it just occurred to you that today was Atsumu's return from Tokyo.

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Magnum’s Escape Room

“Ay, ye ain’t a REAL adventurer if ye can’t git through some silly escape room fer little ones!”

“Oh yeah? Well then I’d like to see you go through it tough guy. Tell you what. I’ll wager with you, even though I’ll win. We’ll race. If you win, you can have my entire treasury from all my adventures over the years. If I win, which I will, I get to have the Googles set your new feet to 10 for a whole day and you have to do what I say, or else~”

Illinois grinned confidently. He swung in a makeshift hammock out of the Captain’s sail. They were talking about their tales throughout their adventures and the treasures they found and how one has it so hard than the other, playfully mocking that the others isn’t so bad.

The moment Magnum heard treasure his fist slammed down, effectively and accidentally breaking a barrel of mead. “Deal! And no cheatin’! Oh, and add that if I win, you’ll be me little prize for the day with the boys!”

“Yeah, yeah no cheating.” Illinois rolled his eyes and shook his hand, crossing his fingers behind his back.

Magnum stroked his beard happily and made his way to get changed, peeling off layers and layers of coats to reveal the beefy man. Illinois sat by his escape room, inspecting his nails for dirt when Magnum barreled through.

“Glad to see you pops. You’re looking mighty fine all exposed. Wonder how you’d look when you see that I beat you.”

Magnum sputtered with a growl, “Ye well I wonder what ye face will look like when you see that I beat ye!”

“Sure pops, here I’ll make it even fairer for you.” Illinois stripped off his shirt to reveal them pecs and abs and rolled up his pants above his knees. He even grabbed some rope and tied his hands behind his back.

They stood at their escape rooms, conveniently right next to each other. They got into their starting positions.

“Ready, set, go!”

Magnum barreled in with a yell and entered his large room. It was as if he was at sea again, the air smelt crisp. The sun felt warm on his skin. He thought about sailing without his jacket after that. Maybe rough around with his crew more. Magnum walked around deck for a bit, dipping his feet in the ocean, mewling at the chilly water and giggling when the fish thought his toes were bait.

But that enjoyment was soon over. The sun began to go away, hiding behind the darkest of clouds, a harsh wave crashed the boat causing Magnum to fall off. Thankfully he grabbed onto the boat. With most of his body in the water, more fish came by to nibble at him. They were everywhere! The fish nibbled his feet, his thighs and knees, his hips, one tiny one fell into the crater that was his navel. So much nibbling was driving the Captain mad, especially since he hasn’t adjusted to his new feet. Eventually he felt something wrap around his ankle. He looked over to see a gigantic eye ball next to him.

Magnum managed to pull himself up and brushed the fish and the tentacle off his ankle. His heart dropped when he realized what his test was.

“The Kraken…”

The Kraken slowly began to grab onto the ship, clinging and squeezing it to try and break it apart. With a shriek, it attached itself to the boat, the waves being too harsh for the Kraken to swim through.

Magnum had trained himself for a day like this. He grabbed harpoons, which in this case were incredibly dulled down to be like toys. Magnum got too work and grabbed too anchors, licking his finger to find the direction of the wind and throwing the anchors in the wind’s direction. He began to take down the sails, as by now the storm was way too rough to sail in, along with a cranky kraken could throw the ship off. Magnum knew what he would have to do.

Defeat the Kraken.

“I’ll crush ye barnacles, savvy?!”

The pirate cried out. He started bonking the harpoons on the tentacles and the kraken would react as if it was stabbed. Magnum was doing pretty well until a tentacle wacked him, causing him to drop most harpoons into the great sea. Magnum gasped and charged after the Kraken, another tentacle picking him up by the harpoon and trying to shake him off. Magnum held on like his life depended on it.

That is, until the first tentacle made his way at him. It wrapped around him and Magnum thought it was the end until…

“W-waHA? H-Hehehehey! Q-quihihihit it ye fihihihish brehehehath!”

The tentacle traced his belly teasingly, the Kraken letting out a fond coo. Yes you see this was a tickle monster Kraken! The Kraken cooed and continuously tried to shake Magnum off, and when he wouldn’t the tentacle traced his outstretched underarms. On top of the tracing, the suction cups gave his belly and underarms mini kisses and giggles.

Poor Magnum simply couldn’t hold on and let go to protect the hidden pits. Usually his coat was so thick that it made him invulnerable and because of that, his pits were rather tender. The Kraken tossed the spear away into the sea and gurgled pleasantly.

It threw Magnum in the air and caught him by his ankles, effectively holding him upside down. Magnum sighed defeatedly, that is until he saw one final harpoon on the ship. He kept his eye on it as he tried to figure out a way to get to it.

Of course Magnum didn’t see the Kraken touch his sole, uttering a squeak out of the man and he covered his mouth embarrassingly. He’d giggle as it would trace up and down his large soles but he had to focus! He grabbed a net and wrapped it around the support beam of the ship, slowly pulling himself towards the deck.

The Kraken gasped and began to increase the intensity for its playmate. Using its suction cups to kiss the balls of his feet.

Magnum stumbled a bit but kept headstrong. Slowly and surely he was making his way to the harpoon, his body stretching considerably as he reached for it. The Kraken noticed his stretched out form and used it for an advantage. A tentacle slid into Magnum’s undershirt and teased his large belly and waist evilly.

Magnum let out a hearty laugh, the hardest he’s laughed in ages. On one hand he just wanted to succumb to the laughter, but then he remembered his wager with Illinois and there was no way he was gonna let Illinois get away with winning!

The harpoon was inches from his hand. Magnum could taste victory and he was starving for it. Until a tentacle teased his underarms, wiggling as fast as possible. The tentacles at his feet stretched out his toes and teased the tender undersides. Not to mention the evillist tendril wormed its way and teased the base of the man’s outstretched bellybutton. Magnum had broke and curled up. The final harpoon being tossed away.

The Kraken had positioned him in a hogtie position, forcing his back to arch. Its tendrils working between his toes as the Kraken delivered raspberries on his hips. Magnum fell into laughter, becoming one with his mirth. Wait, mirth. That’s the answer! This whole time Magnum has been fighting with his tickle monster when really he needs to show it love!

Just as the Kraken went in to deliver another raspberry, Magnum stopped it with a kiss. The tickle monster froze and blushed with a gurgle. Letting Magnum go. Magnum lied on the deck, recovering from the tingles. The exit had opened. Magnum was about to enter but stopped and turned around.

“Ye, are a beaut. I’m sorry about the rude things ah said befor. I promise I’ll be back. I really needed a good laugh today.”

The Kraken blushed and waved a tentacle that said “Oh stop it you.” And Magnum left the escape room with a grin.

That grin was quickly wiped off when he saw Illinois resting on a makeshift hammock, not a hair out of place.

“Oh hey pops! Did you have fun? I could hear you squealing in there. Now come on, let’s go see Google and finish this bet!”

“How did you get out with nothing on you? No blush? No markings. Nothing? Not even a spec of dust or water?”

“Ah well, not everyone can be as talented as me.” Illinois shrugged and got off his hammock, making his way. “You on the other hand, might wanna stay where you are. Wouldn’t want Harold joining me with getting you after tracking water everywhere.”

“I’ll have ye know I was on a ship in the sea facing a Kraken! What was yours about?”

Illinois paused for a moment, thinking on the spot. “Ah you know, adventuring, traps, and…stuff.”

Magnum let it set in for a moment, noticing Illinois walk pattern is different and that’s when it hit him.

“YOU DIDN’T DO IT AT ALL! YOU CHEATED!”

At that, Illinois booked it and ran.

“GET BACK HERE YE LANDLUBBER COWARD!”

#captain magnum #tickle #tickle escape rooms #masterpost

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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SFW alphabet for Joe Bang

I’ve actually been working on this bad boy for a while now. Surprisingly, some of these were pretty hard to write and required some thinking...

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warning: mention of explosives and sex

A= Affectionate (How affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate all the time with you. He calls you ‘baby doll’ or ‘sweet thang’. He’s a believer in PDA and always has an arm around you (it’s probably more of a possessive thing than anything else).

B= Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You’d kinda already be dating before either one of you asks the question. You were introduced by a mutual and hit it off - before you knew it you were going on car rides in the middle of the night or drinking together at Duck Tape. No matter what, though, if someone asks, Joe will tell them it was love at first sight.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Joe really loves his cuddles on the couch. He enjoys having you either laying on top of him or snuggled into his side while watching TV. He also doesn’t care if he’s the little spoon.

He doesn’t really care if there are other people around either. Joe will just pull you down with him or tug you closer mid-conversation.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does his fair share of the work without complaining. He comes from a big enough family, so cleaning and cooking comes naturally to him. That being said, his cooking does leave much to be desired seeing as hard-boiling eggs is his only forte...

At the beginning of your relationship, you kept sleeping over at each other’s places so it was the obvious decision to move in with him. You help with yardwork and maintenance.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He doesn’t seem like the type to end things unless its really bad or if there’s no way around it (like you got a job far away). In all honesty, you’d probably leave him.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take a while - you’d have to be together for almost a decade before he even thinks about it. Either way, he likes things the way they are and doesn’t feel the need to hurry anything up. It kinda already feels like you’re already married.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Joe, to put it kindly, is rough around the edges. He’s soft and careful one moment and acting tough the next. That being said, he knows his own strength and always makes sure that he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He may act nonchalant about it, but everyone can tell he treats you differently than everyone else.

In terms of emotions, he’s not the one you want to go to for a heart to heart. That’s not to say he can’t have one, it’s just that he doesn’t like it when conversations get too serious.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s a one-armed hug kind of guy, especially in public. He’s not much of a hugger.

Joe also really, really loves it when you hug him from behind - his face lights up and he smiles when you poke your head from under his arm.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A few months - a year at the most - will go by before he says anything. When he does say it, it’ll be out of the blue. You’ll probably be out on his porch drinking beer and talking. Joe would just pause and turn to you as he says it. It might also be while you’re causing some mischief or doing something wild.

Joe shows his love through action and presumes you already know.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Joe gets jealous very easily. If the two of you are out and he sees someone getting a little too close to you, he’ll come up from behind with his arm around your waist or back. He’ll either divert your attention to him by whispering some nonsensical jokes in your ear to make you giggle or tell you that something’s happening and you should come with. Near the beginning of your relationship, Joe might’ve been quick to try and show off (if it worked, you’d never tell).

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe is an all or nothing kind of guy. If you try to be cute by kissing him on the cheek, he’ll pull you to him and tell you that you hit the wrong target. That being said, he really loves it when you kiss him on the cheek - there’s just something about it that makes him feel fuzzy inside.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love him, but their parents don’t. Since he’s on the same wavelength as a five-year old, it’s easy for him to connect with children. The problem is, leave them alone for half a minute and he’s trying to teach them how to light a match or make a molotov. All that being said, he doesn’t want his own kids. They’re too much of a hassle and he doesn’t think he could ever settle down like that.

M= Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s super open about somethings and super not about others. His family, for example, is something that he’s fine talking about and does it often. But any trauma or bad memories are things he doesn’t want to dwell on.

The first time that you did have a long heart-to-heart was on the porch of Duck Tape while drinking. The two of you were just leaning against the railing, looking at the stars, talking about this and that. Something about the air that night made it feel as though that you were the only ones in the world, so he was a lot more open than usual.

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Unless he’s in a hurry for whatever reason or just got up on the wrong side of the bed, he’s pretty chill. When he does get annoyed, he tries hard to not direct it at you, but that doesn’t always work out. That being said, you almost never fight. You’ve built up a steady rhythm and have learned how to spot the tells when one of you is not doing too good.

If he drops something or is tired, I would not suggest helping him out. He’s just fine and what ever it is, it’s nothing a few curse words can’t fix.

Q= Quizzes (Who much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is surprisingly good. It’s not the best (selective even), but not ban considering. He doesn’t remember every little thing by a long shot, but he does pay attention.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you took him to a tattoo parlor to get matching tattoos as a surprise or when the two of you went on an impromptu road-trip and got lost.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Joe is super protective, especially at the beginning of your relationship. As a big brother and being slightly stronger than the average man, he feels somewhat responsible for your safety. He can get aggressive if he needs to, but he tries not to, especially when you’re around. That doesn’t always work of course and you might have to keep some band-aids in the glove compartment...

Your presence alone is all he needs. As long as he knows that he can fall back into your arms, he’s fine. You don’t have to do anything - in fact just setting his eyes on you has helped him more times than you realize.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When it comes to gift giving, he’s not very good. Like at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, but let’s just say that his brothers should be the last people he needs to go to for brainstorming...

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Those damn eggs. Also, he thinks it’s funny when he tries to kiss you while he’s all sweaty from working out.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

He’s pretty confident in his looks and definitely thinks that his tattoos make him look sexy.

Joe loves it when you dress up for him - it makes him feel special. Besides that, though, he thinks that you can wear whatever you want to.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might not at first, but that changes pretty quickly once he realizes that you’re already pulling out of the driveway. Even if you’re gone for one night, please call him. He’ll be eying his phone all day.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s both spontaneous and not. Joe likes doing things for the sake of doing things, but if you’re planning on doing something, he likes to make sure that there’s an agenda. It can be super short, sweet and simple, he just needs to know that everyone’s on the right page. You don’t even need to tell him what it is half the time, just that it exists.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He likes people who are smart and have personality. Joe doesn’t really understand why anyone would want to change themselves for others.

He also doesn’t appreciate having his food taken...

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

He snores pretty loud and has a bad tendency to steal the blankets. Besides that, he doesn’t move around a lot and sleeps like a log.

Please send me any and all constructive feedback as well as requests! I love seeing your comments as well! Side note, I just started watching Hotel Splendide with Daniel Craig and Toni Collette. It’s good but I don’t think Craig and yoga do well together... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and, as always, see you in the next one!

- Simpy

#joe bang x reader #joe bang #x reader #daniel craig #logan lucky #fluff #sfw headcanons #sfw #established relationship #domestic bliss #fanfic #fanfiction #movie #movie characters #southern accent

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vkluvrr · 3 years

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FOR THE RECORD | OH SEHUN IMAGINE

For the past couple months Talia has been hiding from her family that she has a boyfriend, Sehun wasn't a stranger to them since he has been her best friend for years now, it wasn't a no brainer that she and him liked each other more than friends yet when it came time for her to tell her family that he is in fact her boyfriend, she backed out of the plan last minute and it put her in a tough spot when her dad invited Sehun on vacation. The whole thing left her l hesitant on the whole trip but she knew that her dad liked having him around since he had only daughters and not one son.

Now it was going to be Sehun, Talia and her entire family under one roof for a week. What could possibly go wrong?

Talia stood next to her boyfriend Sehun taking in the house they'd be staying in for the next couple of days. The home is a beautiful two story home with five bedrooms and three and half bathrooms for everyone to use and she was lucky enough to have a room for herself since she is old enough. Since becoming twenty one years old her parents gave her more freedom yet her dad still isn't too keen on her having a boyfriend.

Talia turns to face Sehun with a frown, "are you positive that you are okay with this?"

He raises an eyebrow in a funny matter making her drop her serious demeanor for a warm smile, "Of course. This is like the one time we went on vacation in Aspen," he pauses leaning more towards her ear "expect this time, I can't fuck you when I want to."

Her eyes widen at his vulgarities, pushing him away from her playfully. "Stop it! My dad is literally right behind us."

Sehun looks over his shoulder to see her dad talking on the phone and chuckles at how paranoid she is being. "Like he can hear anything, that man is glued to his phone."

"Anyways, I am okay with being under the same roof as your family." Sehun adds.

Taking in a deep breath of air, Talia listened to her mother from the car about her bag, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is going to be a long week," She grabbed her bags from the ground and followed the pathway to the front door of the house with Sehun right behind her humming a tune.

Trudging her way up the stairs to put her things up in the room. As soon as her and Sehun were on the second floor of the house, he took the opportunity to grab a handful of her butt and giving it a good squeeze that made her let out a gasp. He is fond of her butt and couldn't resist touching it whenever he had a chance. He smirked when she turned around with flushed cheeks, he continues to play innocent and gestures to the door across the hallway that was labeled with his name in bubble letters. As he walked away he reached back and grabbed her ass one more time.

Talia stood there for a moment to gather herself together, going in her assigned room which reminded her of her room back at her parent's house and it felt like home to her.

Running a hand across the silk blanket that put a little smile on her face, it reminded her of the first time with Sehun, although it happened months ago it was still fresh in her mind.

Taking a seat on the bed, taking in what the room had to offer and she noticed a picture on the night stand beside the bed that took her by surprise. It was a picture of when she was in middle school, she stood in between her dad and Sehun with a smile so bright that made her do the same at the old picture.

Those were the two important men in Talia's life and it upset her to know she couldn't tell her dad how happy she is. One day.

Closing the door on her way out, bumping into someone with a larger mass, at first she assumed it was Sehun but she was greeted by her uncle Ray whom he looks exactly like her dad. She apologizes for bumping into him and he simply waved her off.

"I was just downstairs and that friend of yours, Sehun is quite the charmer. Why haven't I met him before, niece?" Her uncle crosses his arms with a smug expression decorating his face.

"Uncle Ray I know you. I was afraid you would steal my best friend from me ." He looked at you with amusement

"Or should I say your boyfriend," He winks causing her to hands to fly for his mouth and looking around the empty hallway hoping no one heard him.

If anyone were to figure it out, it would be him. It's always him.

Removing your hand from his mouth and clearing your throat before speaking, "Sehun is my boyfriend. Dad, is still hell bent on me dating. I know I should tell him but I don't want to disappoint him."

"Oh, honey. It's best to tell him before he finds out himself. Don't worry about your dad I can deal with him for the time being." Her uncle understood where she were coming from.

"Thank you, Uncle Ray." She nudge him with your shoulder as a playful gesture, "He is good looking right?"

"Yes be very much is."

the conversation was cut short when everyone got called for to meet in the front room and she became confused as to why they got called.

When Talia entered the living room , she noticed Sehun sitting by himself furtherest to the left of her and he gestured for her to sit next to him on the couch. Taking the spot next to him, looking around the room and rolling her eyes because she knew her father was going to make a speech.

Adverting her attention Sehun, he scrolled through his Instagram feed which consisted of his friends who were also on vacation. Before she could say something to him, her dad stood in front of everyone and started talking about the whole trip.

The whole speak made her cringe because he does this every year and it deeply annoyed her how extra he was. She zoned out for a moment not caring for what was being said and she snapped out of her trance like stare when she felt Sehun's fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin from the rip in her jeans.

Pushing away Sehun's hand in fear that someone saw, he kept his attention on what her father was saying and she scooted away from him. The whole bit of him touching her didn't bother her any other time but right now wasn't the best time.

As her father ended his whole speech, he then said that he would be going to check out the downtown area until it came time for dinner later tonight. The idea wasn't so bad but Talia preferred to stay in. Instead of joining the family downtown she opted to stay behind, to her luck her dad didn't put up much of a fight and allowed her to stay at the house.

Taking it upon herself to set up the living room to watch something on Netflix to pass the time until everyone got back. She decided to put on the show that everyone has been telling you to check out and apparently people assumed she'd like so she had to check it out. After the first two episodes she got joined on the couch by Sehun and she noticed he changed out from his clothes from earlier into sweats and a shirt.

"What are you watching?" He wraps his arm around her shoulder and letting lay her head on his shoulder and taking in his warmth since the AC is blowing cold air.

"Day Break. You haven't missed much, though." She reaches for a remote that control the lights in said room.

"Ah, I see." Sehun slowly spoke as the scene ensued across the television screen. it took you by surprise that he was actually watching the show since he had a short attention span when it came to certain things.

Although he was into the show, she wasn't and constantly keep staring at him instead.

Without any hesitation she moves a hand from his chest slowly to his sweatpants, she gently ghosted her palm over his manhood before softly massaging him through the fine material of his pants. Her eyes flicked to his face, hoping he'd to notice that you were down there and he didn't seem to be phased by the sudden contact as he kept his eyes on the flat screen that was the only source of light. Messing around with the hem of his sweatpants and boxers before sliding her hand under both of the materials to gain access of his member that got semi hard.

A smirk spread across her face when Sehun's closed his eyes slightly and groaned gently when you began pulling him softly from his base to the tip. Suddenly his hand went to your hand, pulling it away from his erect member and he swallowed hard, completely stunned.

"Stop doing that, Talia." He pressed his lips together.

"Doing what?" She played the innocent facade that soon ended when Sehun pushed her back onto the couch completely pinning her down the soft surface of the couch.

Her eyes widen at him as he became the dominant one in the situation. Whenever he showed this side it surprised her more than it should yet she loves this side of him.

"Stop playing all innocent. You knew what you were doing."

His voice dropped down an octave that left her frozen underneath his body, he gripped onto her tighter when she squirmed underneath him to escape. He then dipped his head down, his lips brushed against her catching her by surprise yet again. Pressing her lips against him kissing him back with the same force as him and racking your fingers through his soft, black hair. As she tugged on his hair, he let out a groan against her lips and pressing his bottom half more down on her.

Snaking her arms around his waistline, reaching for his sweatpants to remove them from his body, she didn't care that they were on the couch. Right as her hands were close, the voices of her family could be heard from outside. It happened all fast before she knew she pushed Sehun off her body causing him to fall onto the floor with a groan escaping his plump, reddened lips that indicated he'd been kissing.

Mouthing a quick sorry to him as she tried to fixing yourself up, and he took his time getting back on the other side of the couch and covering his lap with a throw pillow.

A few eyes fell on them as they watched the show in complete silence. Talia could feel Sehun burning holes at the side of her head, leaving her feeling bad for pushing him off like that and the possibilities of a argument occurring when nobody was around.

Dinner was quite the hassle seeing as Sehun was still upset with Talia. He didn't talk to her at all leaving her desperately wanting to pull him to the side and figure out what to do about the whole situation. Eventually she had to excuse herself from the table and head upstairs to clear her head. She felt like shit.

Turning over to her side to face the picture from before, she still felt bad for what happened earlier but she couldn't bring herself to say anything to him. Sitting in the room for the past hour made Talia feel the need to get a drink of water from downstairs and she got up from the bed to head downstairs to ease your nerves.

Right as she stepped the room she casted your eyes up to find Sehun walking down the hallway with a towel wrapped around his torso with water droplets cascading down his toned chest. She awkwardly waved at him and he returned the gesture with a smile that reminded her why she fell for someone quite like him.

Once getting her glass of water she headed back upstairs, and she glanced towards Sehun room. She wanted to talk to him but she feared that someone would see her go into his room and she didn't want to deal with it.

With hesitation she turned the knob of her room's door knob and went back into the comfort of her room. Shutting the door behind her gently before plopping onto the bed with a saddened expression. The whole trip wasn't supposed to be like this and now she got more upset with yourself.

Her phone dinged letting her know some had texted her and she picks up her phone to see a message from Sehun, "Baby it's okay, you don't have to act like this"

Not too long after there was a soft knock on her door, getting up from her spot on your bed and opening the door to and Sehun stood on the other side. It took her by surprise he'd come see her considering how late it became but soon made sense since everyone were in their rooms by now.

Sehun steps into the room wrapping his arms around her body and holding him in his embrace and she laid on his chest. Slowly separating himself from her and turning to the door to lock it behind him in case some were to walk in. He wasn't taking any chances of being caught.

Sehun bends his knees to cusp the back of her thighs. He straightens his posture whilst bringing her up with him, a gasp slipping past her plump lips at the sudden action. She encased her legs around his waist out of instinct as he proceeds to carry her over to the bed. She took the time to analyze his God-given features and the small details that made her attracted to him even more. The way his nose slightly flares every time he takes in a breath. The way his eyes roam aimlessly when his mind is clouded with thoughts.

Her trance is broken when he swiftly turns around, the back of his knees coming into contact with the side of her bed. He sits down slowly, later scooting to a more comfortable position. His back against the headboard and her frame straddling him. Sehun's lips fall open after his eyes graze over her expression. She was clearly in deep thought, as well. His honey-like voice breaks the silence that lingered between the two of them, "What's on your mind?"

"I..." Talia's sentence trails off as she deciphers through the thoughts in her mind, "There's a lot."

"Like?" Sehun's lifts his hand, his fingers playing with the charm that hung from the sliver necklace she wore. "Tell me everything."

Talia takes in a deep breath, her eyes closing as age did do. She'd had a quick debate within herself. One side of her not wanting her worries to come to light, while the other side of her wanted to spill out everything that came across her mind. Eyes fluttering open, she lifts her hands and place them on either side of Sehun's face, her thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. "I've been thinking about us. About my family. And if I should tell them about us."

Sehun's free hand comes up the trace circles on her thigh, his other hand that had been fondling her necklace coming down to rest at her waist. "Us...what's been on your mind about us?"

She let out a chuckle. "What hasn't been on my mind about us? Our relationship is surreal to me. It's everything that I've ever wanted. I just can't believe it's happening, you know?"

Then her hands travel down Sehun's neck and over his collarbones before halting at his chest. She felt his index finger cuff her chin raising her head. His dark eyes are staring deeply at her. "It's happening. And I want you to know that I'm glad it's happening with you. You mean a lot to me."

"You mean a lot to me too. As much as I like what we have. I'm still scared because I don't know how my family will react to us being together."

Talia looks off to the side as negative thoughts about her family's response begin to haunt her. She began to circle her index fingers around one another, it being a habit she'd picked up when she become nervous.

"Look at me," The slight sternness in Sehun's voice causes her to hesitantly place her attention back on him, "I know that you're worried. And I want you to know that whenever you decide to tell them, I'll be there for you."

A smile etches itself onto her features at his reassurance. Knowing that Sehun will be by her side during a challenging time for her, warmed her. It made her feel safe. Her hands reclaimed the spot on his cheeks, her palms pushing inward. This action caused his face to be squished and his lips to pucker. She giggled at how cute it made him look before leaning in to place her lips on his. She felt Sehun chuckle before his hands come in to push her body flush against his.

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seostudios · 4 years

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middle of the night: all about luv - p.js

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

you just needed to pass your classes and you'd be out of this hellhole but of course you couldn't do it alone! it was a two man job with your lifestyle so the school assigned you to the one and only park jisung, clumsy straight a student who you may or may not have now taken a liking to....

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

info: rebel!reader, nerd!jisung, strangers to lovers!au, non-idol!au, high school!au

warnings: explicit/vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, little bit alcohol consumption

a/n: hey omg i can’t believe i finally posted a part to this series, i hope u guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me if you want a taglist okay? thanks!

You were fierce, everyone knew. Even those who haven't even seen you and your tricks in-person feared when you attended school. Although you were known to play tricks, rough-house, and start problems with the other kids who didn't even bother attending school or pursue their actual desires- you had one and was determined to make it come true one way or another. But unfortunately, you were pretty dim compared to the students who roamed the hallways, it never stopped you, Today you decided on approaching your math teacher since she was surprisingly the only one who cheered you on with your aspirations,

"So...I'm passing three of my four courses this semester!?" You eagerly questioned the woman in front of you, "Yes, you are" confirmed with the recent grade updates, you sigh in relief knowing you were passing most of your classes with satisfying marks, so you made your way to the exit.

However, she pulled you back down to your seat. "You're failing Science Y/n," she added pointing at the 34, "Well I don't even know what's happening in there, how can I pass in such a short time?"

He stared out the window of the Science lab. He had plans after school, "Jisung? Park Jisung?" an unfamiliar teacher called from the door frame; his attention was mainly towards the girl behind her which sent shivers down his spine.

"Can you meet me in Room 284 after school?" Of course not, he's finally scored a fucking date with Lee Jieun one of the prettiest and popular girls of the junior division, he looked over to Jieun in the back of the class who was listening in on your conversation along with everybody else in the classroom, she looked disappointed but nodded permitting him to ditch their date, he smiled apologetically at the girl before focusing his attention to the door,

"Sure."

Knocks were heard from the door which made your busy teacher who was marking work signal you to go open the entrance to this quite cold classroom. Roughly around 5'11 probably 6'0 boy is wearing a worn-out white shirt, with a navy blue blazer, pants and a poorly tied tie. His attire was mandatory but his hair was unique, rocking pink-brown hair was not something you see every day unless they were idols. The sun shined passed the windows onto the boy making his rosewood hair turn into a more dark salmon colour. "Jisung!" Your Math teacher chirped to the boy pulling out a chair next to yours indicating you two to sit back down. She took a good two minutes out of your time to finish up on marking and organizing the sheets sprawled across the desk, you and Jisung just sat in silence. In all honestly, Jisung was shitting himself. You and the reputation you had here were most definitely the reason why. Shifting his position every ten seconds, the occasional glances to you, and bouncing his leg. Finally, she turned her attention to the pair in front of her, "So you two are probably really confused."she stated looking at Jisung, then you."Poor Y/n here, my favourite student-"She pauses looking at you with a smile and towards Jisung who looked confused on how,"which is surprising to the staff apparently which I have no idea how...she hasn't been...rebellious in a few weeks since she's trying to pass before the summer break."Clasping her hands together she looks up at you two, "Jisung I need you to tutor Y/n until she gets her final grade in." When I tell you his eyes widened enough for you to see the wrinkles on his forehead form, you did. You smiled accepting the help but it quickly seeing his distressed self, "Are you okay? Do you not want to tutor me?"You asked, and it was your first time ever speaking to the boy he never expected you to sound so soft and gentle; predicting beforehand that you had a rough deeper voice. His facial expression softens slightly at your hopeful gaze piercing through him- hoping he'd tutor you, cause frankly, you needed it more than anyone in your division at this point (Maybe you're being a little selfish but who cares.). Jisung was sitting in his seat, zoned out, probably processing all this. It took him a minute, but he finally looked up from fiddling with his fingers. "Oh Of course I will! I can do Wednesdays after school and Saturday around noon?"It was pretty shocking how confident he sounded ordering you around that second- which made the teacher grin at the shy boy's sudden dominance. Chuckling a little with a small smile plastered on your face you say "Works perfectly, I'll be leaving now. Bye Ms.," You said jolting up grabbing your backpack walking towards the door, but before you leave you gotta leave a nice impression on the boy plus its rude to not say goodbye isn't it.

"Goodbye Jisung Park."

It was Tuesday and Jisung was sitting in the Music room during lunch eating and catching up on his Health papers when you walked in. This was your usual spot in the late spring when you needed AC and a place to lay down. On a regular day for Jisung, he'd be in the front of the school on the bench working however it was too hot for him today so he opted to break into the already unlocked classroom to eat and study in. Sitting on top of the sink counter you lean to open a window pulling out a cigarette, you came here to smoke and it was a great place since it was deserted. "W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked looking up from his notebook sitting on the carpet. "Do I look like I'm about to jump out the window? no. I'm gonna smoke."You informed sarcastically on the boy. He was slightly taken aback you were so sweet yesterday and today your back with your bad girl reputation still strong. He threw you a quick look before getting up, putting his things in his bag, and throwing out the rest of his lunch. Now, walking towards you he takes the cigarette out your hand before you could even light it and threw it out the open window. "Hey! I wasn't done with that, and I didn't even start with it!" You raised your voice at him which did make him flinch but provoked him to argue back, "Yah! Your smoking is unhealthy and against school rules." He paused but started again, "You want to pass, don't you? I'm helping you pass, aren't I? Get your things together if you want my help Y/n."He spat. Honestly, you didn't think his words would affect you so much but it fueled the fire you started a minute ago. "Shut up Park, stop acting all tough when you know nothing about me, I never needed your help I was just going along with Ms." you argued back before grabbing your backpack and the lighter on the counter before hopping off pushing the tallboy to the side rudely, muttering something about bullshit.

"I was helping her! And she says you know nothing about me Park! like of course I don't butt why does she need to be an asshole when I'm trying to help her out." Jisung complains to Chenle in front of him. "Maybe she's like addicted," Chenle says trying to make the best out of the situation "Look, she'll warm up to you eventually cause you two will be spending lots of time together now." Jisung huffs in disbelief that Chenle is basically on your side here, getting up from the grassy field to join the rest of his gym class in soccer.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure under the bleachers; you. He knows you are upset with him as much as he is with you but he still wants to encourage you to pass Science with his help. "Park! Get your ass over here!" Yedam, his classmate calls him to grab his things on the field before heading into the change rooms.

The school bell rang, you watched students walk out of their classrooms to their lockers, friends, lovers. You were leaning against the wall beside the empty Music room contemplating if you should leave and hang out with some friends by Unjeong Lake Park or stay in with Park Jisung to study for Science. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice, "Hey." Jisung stood in front of you, backpack resting on one shoulder and a Science textbook in his hand. "Hi," It was awkward being around him after you little tilt.

"Let's go," You trailed behind Jisung watching him take you to an unfamiliar part of the school, the West End. "Why are we here?" You question the pink-haired boy, but all you get in return is silence. At last, he brought you two to the old gym, it hasn't been used in almost 6 years but somehow it looks squeaky clean. "This is my hangout spot after school, I kind of made my friends go down to Unjeong for the day so we could study here until I find a proper place." He explains to you placing his books and bag on the stacked mats, offering to take your bag too, you let him. "So what Unit is your class working on now?" He asked you once the two of you sat on one of the many beanbags in the gym (Probably brought in from his pals), "Well my mom made me take Biology I and I know you are in my class I just don't show up..." You lean back on the beanbag playing with the lighter in your hands "What are we learning Park?" He visibly gulps at you doesn't even know why he's nervous himself, maybe because your scary? Probably.

"Well we're on our last unit of the year and the Unit test and Final Exam are what can get you to pass the class with at least a 60," He said moving to grab his textbook flipping to a page with sticky notes plastered all over. "We are in Unit 5, Plants: Anatomy, Growth, and Function. It's an easy Unit so we could go through it in two months then spend the two weeks before the final exam prep." Jisung finished speaking and handed you the textbook that was on the Unit page, it didn't look hard but you knew better to judge a book by its cover. "Alright, where do we start." You smile at the grinning boy who's suddenly amused by your aspiration to pass the course.

It's 2:45 and you are in the middle of the last period, Science. It was your last day of the Science of the year, technically. You still had to prep for your final exam, but this was the final unit test which meant for the next month you'd be stuck in a silent classroom with your peers all silently studying over and writing recap notes for the final exam. You finish writing the date on your page and adding a little smiley face at the end of your name, flipping your paper over you take out your earbuds, and play music to pass time.

Good, 15 minutes have passed, and you see students getting up to hand in their papers, this where you tag along and hand it in too. Patting the eraser ends on your skirt off you make it back to your desk sitting then turning to look behind you, a few desks down to a now chocolate haired boy. He was finishing up his test when he looked up to see you basically ogling at him. Throwing you an awkward half-assed smile he looks back to the girl behind him, Jieun.

Jieun and Jisung took a very bad turn once Jisung agreed on tutoring you. She's ghosted the boy and took a liking to her lab partner, Taehyun. It was disappointing to see a girl get jealous over her date tutoring a very incompetent girl like you. If you were in her position, you might've gotten scared but wouldn't drop the kid; it was rude, and honestly, you were glad Jisung accepted that fate and moved on from her. He played with the end of his test sheet before sighing thumping his head against the desk, okay maybe he wasn't that over her yet but he's doing better than you ever would. Over these four months you and Jisung surprisingly got along well, you've opted to occupy a booth int he back of your town's ice cream parlor for studying instead of that abandoned gym in the West End.

In all honesty, you felt bad about how you treated the tall boy in the first few weeks of tutoring. You showed up late which strung the classes longer making one hour, two. You complained, never listened, argued, actually punched him once. But after warming up to him you've started to take a liking, noticing his features a little more than you did last week, finding his beauty mark under his lip stunning. Nowadays he seems ten times more charming, appealing, engaging, and irresistible to you, memorizing his favourite things how he looks up to Kai, the teacher assistant for the seniors. And that he actually hates Science and prefers Gym and Sociology class. He likes all kinds of ice cream and tries new flavors every visit, he never writes with a red-inked pen since he prefers the black one and always lets you know that too ("Y/n did you know red ink stains are a nasty stain to get out, always use black ink."). You aren't the only one who's learned to love the newly blossomed friendship as he's learned as much as you about him, on how you've always wanted to become a Veterinarian, that your love for animals is just unexplainable and the only things holding you down is this horrible reputation you've built yourself over the two years of attending. But better late than ever to change your ways and Jisung was absolutely mesmerized by your determination to achieve the new milestones you've set for yourself.

"PARK JISUNG!" You shrieked barging into the empty ice cream parlor to see the boy sitting idling on his device, he looks up at you running towards your booth. "Hey, shhh", he quiets your overly excited self-telling you to sit."I got my Unit Test mark," you stop talking to take your backpack off and pull out your Unit Test which was graded and with a big fat A on it. "Holy shit! Y/n this is amazing!!"He exclaimed eyes going wide seeing the mark, his hard work really did pay off.

"Now we can start prepping for Finals," Jisung told you after handing your papers back, your shoulders sagged and your smile disappeared, you were hoping to possibly celebrate with your tutor and newfound friend. Shaking your head, you look at him again, "No sorry, I wanna celebrate this tonight," you inform Jisung who looks at you with a somewhat annoyed expression. "Sorry Y/n but one A isn't going to help you get to a passing mark, you need more than that and the only thing that'll help you pass Biology is your Final Exam which is what we need to prep for." What the fuck? Jisung Park, the golden student, and who you thought was your friend basically telling you that your grade wasn't worth all that cheering two minutes ago. That was unbelievable what type of asshole does that, oh wait apparently Jisung Park. You knew you weren't gonna pass with one test, of course not. You might've been dumb but not to that extent, you clench your fists wondering how all that admiration you had for someone just got poured down a drain so quickly. You chuckle heartlessly ' that thought lingered before you look at him and speak.

"Yea of course I know that but do you not understand how big of a milestone this was for me? I am one step behind passing my hardest subject of the semester and you telling me that it's not enough and we need to prepare for a final at the end of a month that has just started is fucking rude Park."You hiss at him now baffled on how he couldn't comprehend after four- almost five months of knowing you. Getting up you grab your backpack and phone and turn to exit the ice-cream parlor.

You were now outside of the small store, and Jisung didn't even come after you. Sighing knowing you should've known associating yourself with someone with a better reputation wouldn't have been smart. Pulling your phone out, you dial in a friend who you knew would be there for you and who had more free time than most students his age. "Jeno," You stammered through the phone "Y/n? Are you okay?" You smile weakly at his concern, not even a minute into a call."Can you pick me up?" you asked quietly to the older boy. Looking through the big glass window to the back of the shop, you see Jisung sitting there watching you intently, and he knows he hurt you. It wasn't his intent to; he just wanted you to reach your goals and he thought celebrating could've been done another time instead not today, I guess he hit a soft spot seeing your facial expression so fragile.

He saw a motorcycle pull up beside you and a muscular guy go and place a helmet on your head after holding you in his embrace for a moment before the two of you hopping back on the ride driving off to god knows where.

You kick around an empty pop can on the sidewalk waiting for your ride. Jeno knew something upsetting you over the phone so he decided not to question it and get you riled up but to drink a couple of beers and play darts at his crib. A Black 2018 Kawasaki Ninja pulls up in front of you, the driver removes his helmet revealed to be your dear friend, Jeno. He felt your gloomy aura already deciding to just embrace you tightly, "Whatever it is, you did amazing." He assured you before breaking the hug to plop the helmet on you and hopping back on with you behind him seated.

"Great job Y/n, I can see you making it through the year, I just finished putting in your final mark 89 is an amazing score and all on your own is shocking." Your Science teacher complimented you after holding you back to show your improvement to you, Jeno encouraged you to still study hard solo after acknowledging that you didn't want to work with Jisung anymore, hard work did pay off now your officially finished with your junior year and with flawless grades. "Have a great summer break," You tell her before walking out for lunch. Last day of school before the summer break, it's been a crazy weird year but you don't seem to be upset. Jisung seemed happy without you anyways, you've been skipping Music to sit out on the bleachers while he had gym class, and made sure to visit the West End more often. You didn't realize it yet but Jisung looking happy stung more than it should've.

Fuck that bullshit Y/n is on, Jisung is miserable without her. He didn't take note of it but he was more than happy to spend his Wednesdays and Saturdays with you. He liked the way your eyes widened or how your jaw almost touched the floor when he teaches you something new, or when your eyed shimmered when your grades went up every quiz. How your nose scrunched up at a difficult question, the way you organized his pencil case when he wasn't looking because 'it had to be cute like him'. He was too much of a coward to keep you by his side, it's safe to say Jisung Park likes you back. Head over heels in love with you probably, but we shouldn't stretch it that far knowing he's working his ass off to get over you, and of his mind but when does he even succeed. It's the last day of school and possibly the last time Jisung gets to see you roam the halls, watch him in Gym class fooling around with his friends, or just see you until the next school year. No, Jisung made it his goal to win you back. He's never seen you that way, never thought he'd need you, all he wants is to see you, hold you.

"No Park. She's not even here kid," Your friend, Yuna told Jisung who was at your doorstep asking for you. "Just, just tell her to text me." He said frustrated now leaving.

"I thought you said he didn't want anything to do with you?" Jeno asked sitting on the couch of Yuna's living room beside you. "He doesn't, I don't know why-" Yuna was quick to argue with you, "He likes you and you left." Jeno nods agreeing, "I see that happening..." He half-joked. "Listen I know he was a jerk in May, but it's June- July tomorrow! He's not being a jerk right now because what freaking jerk comes to your doorstep BEGGING to talk to you?" Yuna ranted.

You know he's not a jerk and he meant no harm that day but it hurt. Everyone always sugarcoated things with you so when Jisung was pretty blunt with you, it stung. You whine at all this thinking about Jisung and feelings, plus even if he did like you, there was so much to unravel than just some lame highschooler who wanted to get her shit together. So so much more than just that. Drinking the rest of the alcohol in your plastic cup you sit up straight staring at the two in front of you who were dying to hear your say in this, "Okay so what if we have our happy ending, what'll happen then? He'll figure out how toxic I am and go running back to Jiwoo or whatever name is."Stopping and using a couch pillow to cover your face- did you seriously imagine yourself with a happy ending, you've fucked up so much that it seems impossible to turn back. Yuna notices your heartache and decided to tone down on his jokes and talk to you 'for realsies',"Sweetheart if he leaves you because your teeny issues were too overwhelming for him it's not worth it but from his recent actions it looks like he'd want to be there with you through those issues. Honestly, he could live a little too so dealing with you- and giving me and Jeno here a break should be thrilling."Adding a light-hearted joke was what you needed to place a soft smile on your lips.

“Now go get your man” Jeno says slapping your back playfully encouraging you to leave the house and venture off to him- wherever he is.

"Can I help you?" A boy wearing Yonsei University sweatshirt asked you. 'This must be Jisung's older brother he told me about' You thought to yourself, "Oh Yes, is Jisung home?" You ask him looking up trying to look as innocent as you can. "Oh you just missed him, he went to get ice cream with his friends," he said. Shouting a quick thanks you run down to the only ice cream parlor Jisung probably knows in town.

CLOSED is all you see in front of the ice cream parlor. Did Jisung's older brother lie to me? Now that you think of it, he and his brother aren't close enough to share those type of things from what you heard, and what type of boy would avoid the girl he supposedly likes. You sit down on the curb looking off into the little soccer field, watching kids play with their friends thinking, then it hit you. Did Jisung lie to his older brother? C'mon Y/n think of the one place Jisung and his friends could be...The park? Nah, too crowded. The mall? No, too far. Think Think Think, one place. Where in the world could Jisung- WEST END! God, why didn't you think of that in the beginning, of course, he's there. Getting up off the curb you make your way quickly to the back of the school, remembering Jisung telling you a back entrance to the West End.

Reaching the back entrance you see it open indicating someone (Jisung and friends) was inside. Maybe you shouldn't barge in and ruin their fun...opting to send Jisung a text you search your pockets to find, nothing. How could you leave your house without your phone? You're like addicted to it. "Excuse me?" A deep voice booms behind you, turning around you look up at the man. It's Jaehyun, the volleyball team captain. "Y/n." You know him, through Jisung, of course, why else would he be at the West End or know your name. "Hi," your breath rather softly which throws the older boy way off since he knows you for your snarky remarks or overly confident aura...Today you seem the opposite really. "Can you tell Jisung to come out for a second?" you ask avoiding eye contact and resorting to looking at the chalked up pavement. He gives you a thumbs up and heads in.

"Park Jisung-ah!" Jaehyun shouts for Jisung loud enough for it to echo in the empty gym. Looking up and seeing Jaehyun, Jisung excuses himself from his current conversation with Doyoung, Yuta, and Renjun to jog over to his Hyung. "Your chick is here," He says pointing out the door to you, Jisung's eyes lit up already knowing who Jaehyun was talking about peeking his head out the door to see you looking off into the parking lot, watching the sunset. He was pulled right back in by Jaehyun, "You better fix whatever's been going on between you, Y/n looks like an actual school girl being all shy and soft. I'm actually disgusted I need that spunky girl back before I force you two to kiss or some shit," Really Jaehyun? Some advice you got there.

"Alright kid go get your chick" Jaehyun cheered before pushing him and closing the door loud enough to alert and make you turn back.

It felt like a dream, none of this felt real. It hasn't even bee 24 hours since you last saw Jisung, but it's been a month of not interacting to get your heart racing this much. You looked unreal to Jisung, out of a fairytale actually and he looked amazing, like always. This is when he started to panic, you smiled weakly and started walking up to him. He looked down at his shoes not having the balls to look you in the eye, "Jisung look at me you pussy." You said so calmly but so rudely(?). It was funny and made Jisung giggle which made you short circuit.

Jisung looks up from his feet to see you staring into his brown eyes, taking in all his features again looking at him from head to toe; how fluffy his dark coffee bean hair was or his cheeks- god you always took the chance to pinch them when you could. His broad shoulders you always wondered how his hugs would be, probably so comfy and perfect. The beauty mark under his lip, fuck always wanted to kiss it. Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt two large hands enclose you in a tight hug; reacting almost immediately you wrap your small hands around his waist and rest your head on his chest while he brings his large hand to caress the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I know what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have made you seem so slow-witted when you totally aren't. I think over that conversation almost every night. I'm so so sorry Y/n," He finishes tightening the hug for a moment sympathetically.

You loosen the hug and tippy-toe up to the boy placing a small peck on his pink lips which caused his cheeks to go crimson. "You're forgiven, Park," you say giving him a tight smile. You see the tall boy pout a little and turn his reddened face to the side before mumbling "I was supposed to do that," which caused a fit of giggles from you.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future Jisung."

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Virgil’s Insecurity

Virgil is an infodumper, who has been compressing his infodumps due to annoying people in the past. But this time, Virgil can't hold it in! So, he runs up to someone who just might help him without judgement.

This was requested by an anonymous person who left a 🦇 emoji on the prompt. Thanks for the prompt! And I hope you enjoy!

Virgil, being the quiet man he is, has always felt unbelievably insecure about one thing: infodumping. Why was he insecure about infodumping? Well, he’s afraid of talking someone’s ear off to the point of rejection. There have been a couple moments where his conversations turned into infodumping, and the people he had spoken to ended up yelling at him for being annoying. A few more repeated conflicts later, and Virgil had stopped infodumping altogether. There was no point in infodumping to anyone if he was just going to scare them off.

But there were times in his life where Virgil just couldn’t keep it inside of his mind anymore. He HAD to tell someone! ANYONE! He had to tell someone about his love for tickling.

Yes, you heard that right: tickling. Virgil knew just about all there is to know about tickling. He knew about how nice it felt to laugh, the different ways to tickle a person and what tools work wonders on the skin. He also knew about the baby teases and the evil teases that can fluster a person and make it tickle more, he loves reading the online fanfictions that people make, and he also loves seeing the variety of tools used in the fanfictions.

But talking about it? HELL NO! That’s such a weird thing to talk about! He can barely properly say the word, let alone talk about it! Well...he can talk about tickling. But it has to be infodumping or it’s not gonna work at all.

Today was one of those days where he just could NOT keep his thoughts in his head. He was certainly trying, but it was killing him inside. He had already fallen into a meltdown over his yearning to talk about his insecurity. But...IT’S EMBARRASSING!

Finally, after way too much thought, Virgil just bursted out of his room, crying loudly and sprinting to the closest room. That just happened to be Logan’s room. Virgil bursted into Logan’s room desperately. his makeup was falling right off his eyes and his cries were filled with hiccups and sobs.

“I C-C-CAN-CAN’T HO-HOLD *sob* HOLD I-IT TO-TOGETHER ANYMOOOORE.” Virgil shouted to him, flopping his face into Logan’s lap and bursting out in long cries and heavy sobs.

Logan immediately put his book down and looked at Virgil in concern and surprise. “Whoa! Hi Virgil. I’d say ‘what brings you here this afternoon’, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” Logan reacted, putting his hand on Virgil’s head and petting his hair for some sort of comfort. “What’s making you fall apart, Virgil?” Logan asked.

“I-I wanna infodump but...I can’t.” Virgil told him, still crying.

“Why not?” Logan asked.

“I...I’m too afraid to because I’ve annoyed so many people with my infodumping before and I’m scared to annoy you.” Virgil said very quickly.

Surprisingly, Logan is very good at listening when he’s given the opportunity to. So, he decided to not question anything else and decided to go along with it.

“Infodumping?” Logan calmly reacted.

“Yes infodumping but I’m too scared to. What if I lose a friend because of my strange infodumping topic? What if I can’t make any more friends because of how much I infodump?” Virgil asked, still talking quickly.

His crying was surprisingly lessening the more he talked. So, Logan let him talk.

“I’ve been wanting to infodump for a long time now but I’m scared to. The topic I always infodump about is embarrassing.” Virgil explained.

“Is it Panic! At The Disco related?” Logan asked.

“No, it’s tickling.” Virgil replied quickly. He immediately gasped to himself in horror. “AAH SH-”

“Tell me about it.” Logan ordered.

Virgil had his mouth covered. He looked at Logan with surprise. “W...wait...what?” Virgil asked.

“Tell me about tickling.” Logan told him again with a smile.

Virgil’s eyes widened as he removed his hand from his mouth. He gulped and let out a nervous chuckle. “But it’s weird and embarrassing and it makes no sense and you’re gonna judge me for it even if you’re just sitting there and saying nothing I can tell that you’re silently judging-”

“Infodump to me about tickling.” Logan told him.

Virgil paused his rant and just sighed. He finally let himself go.

“Tickling is an activity between 2 or more people that causes playful behaviour and immense laughter through soft and hard types of touch. There is soft tickling and very soft touches such as feathers, makeup brushes and furs. And then there’s the rough tickling which involves hair brushes, electric & manual toothbrushes and long fingernails.” Virgil explained.

“Interesting.” Logan told him. Despite his monotone expression, Logan was actually interested.

“Yes, people use more than just their fingers for tickling. But even using the fingers in different ways can determine everything. If you flutter your fingers on the skin only slightly, the lightest touch can drive a person crazy. If you scratch the skin or dig and wiggle the fingers, you’ll make them scream. And, if you squeeze the skin and even skitter your fingers all over the place, you’ll make them squirm all over the place.” Virgil explained further.

Logan smiled. “Good to know.” He replied.

“Now, there are a huge variety of tools that can be used as tickle tools. Paint brushes, markers, and pipecleaners can all be used for tickle tools. Even animals like hamsters, guinea pigs and rats can be used for tickling. Also, cleaning tools are very useful for tickling as well. Such as: Q-Tips, gardening gloves with spikes or claws and feather dusters.” Virgil added.

Logan chuckled. “I’ll never look at a feather duster the same way again.” Logan admitted to him.

“Trust me, I haven’t either.” Virgil admitted back. “Certain clothing choices can increase a person’s sensitivity to tickling. Oil can make everything more slippery as well as ticklish, and body lotion can make the ticklish sensations just as worse. Though most clothes cause tickling to diminish, there are clothing options like leotards, that make a person even more ticklish.” Virgil told him.

“Any person can be considered adorable when they’re tickled. These adorable ticklish people are referred as ‘Ticklees’, or ‘lees’ for short, which means ‘loves being given the tickles. When there’s a person who wants to tickle and tease someone, that is called a ‘tickler’, or ‘ler’ for short. Anyone can be a lee, but there are specific tickle tropes that people will use. For example: those who start off as tough, cute, apathetic or constantly grumpy can be turned into a giggly mess from a few tickles and teases.” Virgil admitted.

“Interesting…” Logan admitted.

“Technically I may come off as a grumpy person, but for good reason: I am anxiety and I’m meant to keep Thomas safe from embarrassing himself or doing something stupid. And I am pretty ticklish just about everywhere, specifically in the upper body spots compared to the lower body. Though, I will admit: Remus had found incredibly strange ways to tickle my feet, which ended up tickling the HELL outta me.” Virgil continued.

“So Remus used to tickle you?” Logan asked.

“Yes! A lot actually. I think the one tickle tool that REALLY kills me, is the facial hair. Remus’s mustache was a tool he would use A LOT against me. But the tu-...stomach was the worst. Stubby facial hair was also bad. It tickled worse than the NAILS did. Even the hairbrushes couldn’t compare to Remus’s ‘glorious’ mustache. Oh! And the mustache along with the nibbles? HOLY SHIT! That would kill me INSTANTLY!” Virgil described.

“Fascinating…” Logan said with a smirk.

“And even that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Remus being the weird man he is, has tied my arms up and tickled my armpits to oblivion, and tied up my feet to tickle them as well. But that’s only if he’s feeling super evil. The rest of the time, he’s willing to just do the tickling, the tools and the nibbling. And then there’s Janus: he’s tickled me a few times, and certainly made them cou- HEHEheheheheheh! Hehehehehehey!” Virgil explained, before bursting into giggles and laughter.

“Yes?” Logan replied with a smirk.

“Whahahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihing?!” Virgil asked.

Logan smiled as he continued to dig his fingers into Virgil’s ribs. “Oh nothing...Just keep talking.” Logan replied.

Virgil squeaked and shook his upper body back and forth as a big smile showed up on his face. “Ihihihihi cahahahahan’t! Ihihi cahahahan’t!!” Virgil protested.

Logan chuckled. “Come on, I think you can.” Logan replied, tweaking and squeezing his ribs.

Virgil squealed and pushed against Logan’s hand. “Jahahahanuhuhus uhuhusehed tohohoho tihihihicklehe mehehehehe! Hehehehe wahahas gohohood ahat ihihihihit!” Virgil told him.

“Really? Fascinating.” Logan reacted in a semi-monotone voice, mixed with sarcasm.

“Hehehe wohohould tihihickle myhyhyhy eheheheheahahars wihith ahaha feheheatheheheher, and tehehehease thehehehehem tihihill- AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO BEHEHEHEHELLYHYHYHYHY!” Virgil screamed, bursting into loud laughter as his stomach was tickle attacked by Logan’s skilled fingers.

“He would tease you till what Virgil? You appeared to have been interrupted by some lunatic who’s laughing nearby.” Logan joked.

“THAHAHAT MEEEHEHEHEHE YOHOHOU DOOHOHOFUHUHUHUS!” Virgil yelled as his upper body fell backwards.

Logan caught Virgil and brought him to the ground carefully. With Virgil now on the safe ground, Logan summoned a pair of cat claws and skittered his fingers all over Virgil’s belly and sides.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Virgil squealed like the world was ending.

“Really? I had no idea.” Logan teased.

“YEHEHEHES YOHOHOHOU DIHIHIHIHIHID! IHIHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOHOU!” Virgil argued loudly.

“My, then I must not have heard you then. I must have zoned out or something.” Logan replied with an evil smirk.

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEHEAHAN!” Virgil yelled at him.

“Instead of calling me mean, how about you repeat what you said to me? Then we’ll be on the right page.” Logan suggested.

“NOHOHOHOHO! YOHOHOU AHAHARE THEHEHEHE WOHOHORST LIHIHISTEHENEHEHER EHEHEHEVEHEHER!” Virgil shouted at him.

“Do you even hear how loud you’re being? I’m practically going deaf. It’s no wonder I’m bad at listening.” Logan joked.

Logan made his cat claws disappear and summoned a Q-tip next. He spun it in his hands.

“Whehehehehehe...wahahahahahait...whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihihing?” Virgil asked nervously.

Logan looked at the Q-Tip carefully, as if observing it. Then, he looked down at Virgil’s belly and lifted up the shirt. “Aaah...Here it is!” Logan declared before poking the belly button.

“NOHOhoho!” Virgil jolted.

“The world-famous belly button. Everybody’s got one. They’re these little tiny holes that used to give us milk when we were just tiny fetuses in our mother.” Logan explained.

Virgil giggled and covered his face out of embarrassment.

“Even the word ‘belly button’ seems to make people blush for some reason.” Logan told the silent audience. Suddenly, Logan stuck the Q-Tip into the belly button. “Though I couldn’t tell you why it makes people all flustered and blushy. Do you happen to know, Mr. Giggles?” Logan asked.

“AhahahAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHESSSS! *snort* IHIHIHIHIT’S AHAHAHALL TIHIHICKLYYYYY!” Virgil squealed and snorted.

“Ah yes: the lovely snort! ‘Tis an adorable laughing feature that some people possess. It usually occurs when the ‘lee’ as you call it, gets tickled to the point where they need air as quick as possible. So, it’s either inhaled as a hiccup, or as a snort. For Virgil, it is the latter.” Logan explained.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEASIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil shouted at Logan.

“Nah, I don’t want to. Teasing you is too much fun.” Logan admitted.

Virgil whined, covered his mouth with his fists and shook his head in embarrassment. He couldn’t take it! He was too good at this! His infodumping had helped him way too much!

“Are you regretting infodumping to me?” Logan asked, slowing down his tickles.

“NOHOhohohoho...Ihihihi’m nohohohot.” Virgil admitted.

Logan lifted his eyebrows in surprise. He was aware Virgil liked being tickled. He was told by the man himself. But he had no idea he liked it THIS much! If Logan had known before, maybe he wouldn’t have stopped so soon. But...the poor man needed to breathe.

“Whyhy did y-you stohohop?” Virgil asked.

“I...was giving you a chance to breathe. Everyone, especially anxious people like you, need to breathe.” Logan told him.

“Ihi know that. Buhut...I don’t want toho stop.” Virgil whined.

“Okay. How about a few light tickles instead?” Logan suggested.

Virgil nodded. “Okay.” he replied.

“Do you have any ticklish spots that make you giggle?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and pointed at his feet. Logan looked down at the spot and crawled himself over to the pair of feet.

Logan tried tickling the foot with just a small scratch. “EEEK!” Virgil squeaked, pulling his foot away. Logan tried tickling the other foot with all 4 of his fingers scratching up. “AAHAhahahahaha!” Virgil laughed, pulling his other foot away as well. “Yohohou’re gohonna have to sihit on my lehegs to tickle them.” Virgil warned him.

“I was beginning to wonder that.” Logan replied before crawling himself beside the feet and sitting himself on top of Virgil’s lower calves. Virgil almost immediately started giggling as he felt the weight of Logan’s body on himself.

“Ohohokahay. Yahoo can stahaha-hAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Eeehehehehehehehehahahahaha! Ihihit tihihihicklehes Lohohohohogahahan!” Virgil giggled and laughed,

“Oh really? Remember the last time you tried to tell me that? And how did it turn out?” Logan asked.

“Ehehehevihihihil! Ehehehevihihihihil neheheherd!” Virgil yelled back.

Logan paused his fingers and turned around to look at him. “Evil? Did you just call me evil?” Logan clarified.

“Yehehes. Ihi did.” Virgil replied, still giggling at Logan’s reaction.

Logan gave Virgil a surprised look. Then that surprised look morphed into an evil smirk. “You shouldn’t have said that…” Logan warned him. Then, Logan summoned a long feather and began to wiggle the feather in between Virgil’s first toes.

Virgil widened his eyes and yelped in surprise. “HAHA-HEHEHEHEHEY!” Virgil yelled.

“Hey? Hay is for horses.” Logan rebuffed happily, proud of himself for that joke.

“WHYHYHY AHAHAHA FEHEHEHEATHEHEHER?!” Virgil asked.

“Because feathers are the most important tickle tool of all tickle tools. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Virgil covered his face. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil screamed through his hands, growing pink in the face.

“Oh No! The poor feather is going in between all your toes! Whatever will you do?” Logan teased dramatically, seesawing the feather between all the other toes as well.

“CUHUHUHUHUHT IHIHIT OHOHOHOUHUHUT! IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Virgil yelled and begged.

“Hmm...You didn’t really mention anything about ticklish feet within your long infodump...Were you holding back?” Logan mentioned.

“NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHI WAHAHAHASN’T!” Virgil shouted back.

Logan clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Such a shame...I don’t quite believe you.” Logan rebuffed in a calm, but sarcastic tone. It didn’t take long for the nerd to lift up Virgil’s toes and for Logan to tickle under his toes.

Virgil screamed and snorted like the end of the world was near! “STAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!” Virgil screamed.

Finally, Logan decided to still the feather. The man was growing tired and indeed needed a few minutes to breathe. And if that’s Virgil ‘the ticklee’ saying it, that means he needs it badly.

Virgil took some time to properly breath and replace the oxygen he was lacking. All the while, he had a huge smile on his face that could not be whipped off his face no matter how much he tried. It was like seeing the aftermath of a child’s giggle fit after laughing for 10 minutes straight. Logan could actually admit to himself that it was adorable, but he would never admit that outloud. Similarly to Virgil, he had a reputation to uphold.

“You okay Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil lifted his head up a little. “Whaha...Whahat hahahappened toho lihihihight tihihicklehehes?” Virgil asked through his giggles.

Logan chuckled to himself. “I threw that idea out the window apparently.” Logan replied.

Virgil let his head fall onto the ground again as his giggles overtook him. “Myhyhy feheet ahahare tohoho tihicklihihihish fohohor thahat.” Virgil admitted.

“Specifically your toes are.” Logan corrected.

“Yeheheheah…” Virgil replied. Buhuhuhuhut...ahare your feet ticklish?” Virgil asked.

Logan chuckled. “Yeah, they’re very ticklish. It’s why I always wear shoes whe-” Logan was interrupted by a sudden tackle from the man wearing purple.

“That’s great news!” Virgil yelled suddenly before sitting on his calves.

Logan squealed and covered his mouth in disbelief. Did he just make that high squeal sound?! NO! Virgil was taking off his shoes, and throwing them onto the couch.

Who knew such a cute little ticklee could be such a dynamic tickler?!

#ticklefic #analogical #lee!virgil #ler!logan #infodumping #light angst #slight angst to fluff

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tendouthighs · 3 years

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Characters: Kuro Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou (separate)

Time period: 3rd years at Nekoma, late college time

Warnings: literally one slightly suggestive line

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

Format: One shot

Gender: Fem/Male/Gen

Dedicated to @jayeray for the secret solstice event between me and some friends!

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XOXO

Kuro Tetsurou:

It was finally the weekend, the boys had just finished their volleyball practice and you and Kuroo were on your way back to his for your Annual-December-Weekend-Movie-Marathon. Cool name right? Anyway, the manger of Nekoma, Jay, had just finished locking up and saw Kuro waiting for her by the vending machine. Walking over Kuro passes Jay a soda and proceeds to hold her hand.

“So what are we going to watch this time?” Jay asks as she take a sip of her drink, “I swear to god if it’s the polar express again, I’ll drown you in hot chocolate.” Kuro chuckles and grabs her unoccupied hand, “You say that but I know you love the film, sweetheart.” “Don’t ridicule me you ass hat” Jay says in fake annoyance. “What can I say? It’s fun to tease you” His ever lasting smirk makes Jay want to hit him but unfortunately her hands are full.

Jay rolls her eyes as she sees that they’re just now coming up to the schools gate. “If we stay at this speed we’re never going to get back. Was volleyball to hard on you, Captain~” Jay chides, teasing him back from his comment before hand. “Well I don’t know if you can see, kitten, but it snowed last night and I’d rather you not fall and be whining all through out watching polar express that ‘it hurts’ and that I should ‘kiss it better’. So you should be thanking me.”

The comment makes Jay fluster as she finish’s her drink and throws it away, “Hey! I thought I said no polar exp-“ Jay pauses in her sentence when she see the rest of the volleyball team are all standing around grinning, “what’s up with them?”

Turning around (and letting go of kuroo’s hand) Jay spots kenma launch a snow ball at Yamamoto. Kuroo instantly starts to cackle while Jay stood there in shock and proudness “I knew he had it in him”, Jay whispers whilst wiping a fake tear from her eye.

Just as Kuroo finally calmed down from laughing, he cracked up again as Yamamoto missed throwing a snowball at Kenma and hit Yaku. “Wahhh Yaku so you’re so tiny that it must of been luck that the snowball hit you” Lev commented which therefore caused Yaku to throw a snow ball at Lev and a while snowball war to start out.

“I’m not even going to question how this happened, so let’s just leave and not get dragged in-“ Jay whistles and try’s to turn around to sneak off, whilst dragging Kuroo with her. Jay was definitely not going to give up cuddles just to get cold in the snow. But alas, the universe has different plans for Jay and her main character life.

On their way out Lev threw a rouge snowball and it hit Jay square in the back of the head. God help Lev against Jay’s overprotective (and dotting) boyfriend. “Hey! Do you want to run double laps Lev!” Kuro shouts as Lev frantically apologises, “it was an accident Kuroo I swear- Jay, I’m sorry! Tell the bad man it was an accident!”

Whilst kuro was telling Yaku to keep Lev on a leash, Fukunaga throw a snowball at Kuroo, right in the face bless him. “That was cold as ice,” he giggles to him self.

Jay instantly burst out laughing “Fukunaga that was comedy ‘cold’! And the faCE KURO MADE AHAHA! Oh god I’m crying that was hilarious, you deserve a raise for that oh my-“

Jay stopped laughing as snow filled her mouth making her cough. The cackles of Kuro and the muffled giggles from the team were heard as Jay slowly stood up from her previous laughing fit on the floor.

Jay swiftly snatched the snowball Lev was making (which in turn made him whine, but Yaku stuffed snow in his mouth whilst Inokua tried to stop him-) and aimed the snowball at Kuros face, at close range might I add, and threw it into his cackling open mouth and closed eyes, which made him choke.

After Kuro stopped dying, Lev of course had to say something “that’s karma for throwing a snowball at our pretty managers face”, which irk’ed Kuro. “I’ll show you pretty you damned giant!” Kuro sneers and throws another snowball. Which unfortunately for Kuro, hit Kai. Which then began another war.

After an hour or so had past, and being covered in snow and cold to the bone, the volleyball team went inside to get changed, and dry off, in the locker room. Jay and Kuro started on their ways back to Kuroo’s, with his arm draped over Jay’s shoulder, and her arm wrapped round his waist. Slowly catching her breath, Jay breathed an airy laugh, “I gotta say, I didn’t expect to be dragged into a snow ball fight when I woke up this morning,” she smiled, “although I can’t complain, as you did get a face full of snow”.

“Says the one who got snow thrown in their mouth!” Kuro retorts, smirking. “Yeah! Well! At least I wasn’t the one who choked on the snow!” The look Kuro gave Jay made her realise what she said, “hey wait, don’t-“. He swiftly cut her off “ but you’re the one who chokes-“, Jay jumped and tried her best to cover his mouth, “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU-“.

His eyes held amusement as he pries her hands away, “you know, that was our first snow ball fight.” Realisation flashed in Jay’s eyes and a giant smile came across her face. “Oh yeah! It didn’t snow last year” Jay comments and grabs kuro’s hand to continue the walk, “well I enjoyed it, especially now that we can get back and we can cuddle and get warm.”

Looking up at the sky Jay smiles fondly “Although it’s cold, this will still be one of the best memories that I’ll treasure with you and the team in”. Kuro’s eyes wondering slightly before a genuine smile settled across his lips, not his usual smirk. “Well then I’ll just have to warm you up in my arms and make more unforgettable memories”.

Coming to a stop a few blocks from Kuro’s house, he hugs Jay tight around the waist as her arms come to instinctively curl around his neck. Jay looks into his eyes and smiles cheekily, “well my lips are cold too.”

With a smirk and a whisper of “I think I can warm them up”. Kuro dips his head as his lips connect to hers in a soft kiss. Pulling back slightly Jay smiles at him. “We should hurry up, or else we’ll never get back,” with another peck to his lips Jay detaches her self, “I want more kisses and cuddles when we get in.”

With a laugh, they both continue back. It’s safe to say this is the best winter that Jay had ever had.. and Jay knows that as long as she has Kuro, all winters will be the same. Nothing seems more perfect than this.

XOXO

Bokuto Koutarou:

Bokuto always took things to the extreme, and Christmas was no exception.

The house was blitzed to the max with decorations, the biggest tree there was, and a hundred lights that light the front lawn.

But the activity that Bokuto loved the most, was gingerbread decorating.

So that’s what Jay and Bokuto did Christmas Eve Eve (as Bokuto says) because patience is not in Bokuto’s vocabulary.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing” Jay’s eyes glimmer in amusement as she watches Bokuto stack icing covered gingerbread biscuits on top of each other. “I know what I’m doing, I’m an expert at this type of thing! I wasn’t the ace of Fukurōdani for nothing!”.

“Bokuto that was four years ago,” Jay sweat drops but doesn’t bother pressing into the matter, “and with how tight you’re squeezing that bottle, the top looks like it’s about to blow off”. It was true, with the excitement and determination to finish his gingerbread tower? Stack? Thing?, his knuckles were slightly white from squeezing the bottle too hard.

“This bottle is as tough as nails!” He proudly declares, “nothing can break this bad boy-“ maybe it was the fact he spoke too soon, or his icing cover face and hands that made Jay laugh and grab the table to stable herself; but either way she was in stitches.

“W-what was you going to say-“ even speaking was hard when you were dying from laughter, “as hard as nails, eh?”. The tick mark on Bokuto’s forehead increased with every comment; until he exploded.

“YEAH, WELL, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT IT WAS AS SOFT AS KUROO WHEN HE LOOKS AT WOMAN” Bokuto _screamed_, it went silent. A pin drop would of sounded like an earth quake.

“Did you just-“ Jay cut herself off as she stared at Bokuto, deadpanning. Flushing red he rubbed his face to get the icing off, instead making it worse. “Now you just look like a clown,” Jay’s comment makes his hair deflate a little so Jay quickly rephrased what she said, “a hot clown that is my lovely boyfriend!”

A proud smirk soon returned to his face as mischief flashed through his eyes, which in turn made Jay raise an eyebrow. “Well every hot clown needs a stunning clown!” Realisation hits Jay like a brick as she waved her hands around frantically, “h-hey! W-wait a minute,B-Bokutooooo!”

Bokuto pounces on Jay and knocks the both of you to the floor, with Bokuto on top of you, gripping Jay’s hands with his; whilst rubbing his cheek against Jay’s simultaneously. “Now we’re clowns together! All we need now is a baby to make a clown family!” The comment is enough to make Jay flush, but Jay quickly push it down as she sits up and Bokuto slips to the floor. “At least give me a ring first” Jay jokes as Bokuto’s hair sticks straight up and stars shine in and around his eyes, “Marriage is the key to a clown family!! I’ll start the preparations and we can have a gingerbread tower cake and-“ before Bokuto can ramble anymore Jay presses a finger to his lips which stops him in his rambles, going cross eyed to stare at her finger.

Meeting back with Jay’s eyes, fondness is swirling within her irises, “oh I love you, you big good,” a massive smile etches on to his as he tackles you to the floor again, changing “I love you! I love you!” Over and over.

“Alright, alright!” Jay fondly holds him back, “let’s get tidied up and then we can discuss the marriage deal with the gingerbread tower cake”

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General Taglist: @mssyprsn @sachirou-senpai @sugasugawarau

Random: my heart is about to beat out of my chest I’m so nervous- sorry in advance because of how b a d my writing is- ily- xoxo

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blue-lions-baby · 4 years

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Operation Confession (Dimitri x F!Reader) [Ch. 3] [FINALE]

hi!! well, this is it. the final chapter of operation confession. to be very honest, with everything going on it was quite difficult to write this, but i hope the quality is still relatively the same as my previous chapters! i had so much fun writing this series, and i hope reading it was just as entertaining! thank you so much for sticking with it-- it means the absolute world to me :)

this will prob be my last post for a bit before i head off to college; please rest assured i do not plan to leave this blog or this wonderful community anytime soon! thank you for being patient with me as i adjust to this very new chapter of my life!!

without further ado, please enjoy ch. 3!

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“Hey, false alarm!” Sylvain traipsed back in, hands behind his head. “(F/N) and Felix are actually gonna freshen up a bit before heading to dinner.”

Groans and angry huffs spilled out of the frazzled Lions; the menacing stares that the redhead bore made him squeak, and he cleared his throat.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry! They ran into us while His Highness was changing--”

“While he was changing?” Dedue and Ingrid looked like they were about to have a stroke.

“I-It’s a long and,” Sylvain looked at The Hand, “painful story, but what’s important is that they didn’t see him! All thanks to Yours Truly.”

“You were a blubbering idiot. The only reason why (F/N) didn’t bother questioning you further was because she was too tired to care.” Felix joined in, the permanent scowl on his features deepening.

“Felix!” Sylvain’s countenance lit up joyfully before hazing into confusion. “Wait, I thought you were gonna freshen up before heading to dinner.”

“I don’t need to. Hardly broke a sweat during training.”

“W-What?! How?!”

“I guess you wouldn’t understand, seeing as how your only form of exercise is chasing after anything that wears a skirt.”

Sylvain’s eyes took on a glossy, hollow quality as the Lions hollered in laughter.

“Uh... So Sylvain, where’s His Highness?” Asked Annette, having expected him to walk in.

“Oh, he ran back to his quarters to put his clothes away. He should be coming back any minute now.”

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After neatly hanging his uniform in his closet and giving himself a quick once-over in the mirror, he gave himself one last pep talk before swinging the door open and--

Seeing the side of your head as you idly engaged in conversation with a fellow student.

Oh Sothis, help him.

As quickly (and loudly) as he opened the door, he closed it and promptly went back inside to scream into his pillow. Where in the world did you even come from? Weren’t you supposed to be ‘freshening up?’ Your quarters weren’t even down this hallway; what in the Goddess’s name were you even doing here?

He pressed his ear further into the door, straining to pick up bits and pieces of your conversation in hopes to inform himself on your sudden visitation. Nothing. All he could hear was muffled banter bouncing between either of you-- muffled banter that didn’t sound like it was going to end any time soon. He screamed curses in his head and awkwardly slid down onto the floor, lightly banging his cranium against the solid wooden door.

He desperately wished for someone, anyone to save him.

He sighed while rubbing his temples-- a desperate attempt to quell the arising headache. Dimitri combed through his options, each less viable than the last. After eliminating any and all half-baked ideas of escape, he was face-to-face with the one option he didn’t want to consider.

Sit here and wait until you left.

So Dimitri sat (more like paced) in his room, occasionally pressing his ear against the door in hopes that he didn’t hear your lighthearted banter outside. Why was it the one time he didn’t want to run into you, there you were! Right outside his door. You might as well have come with a giant bow on your head!

The floor beneath him rumbled slightly, pulling him from his thoughts; the even pacing grew stronger and stronger until it stopped just a little ways past his door.

“(F/N).”

Wait... That’s... It’s unmistakable! That has to be--!

“Dedue! Hello!”

“I apologize for the interruption, but I have come to remind you that it is your turn to tend to the greenhouse today.”

A short pause ensued, followed by an audible gasp.

“Wait, yes! You’re right! I’ve completely forgotten, thank you so much for reminding me!”

Dimitri heard muffled apologies and goodbyes sputter out of your lips, followed by light footsteps scurrying away. Your former companion proceeded to engage in very light talk with the Duscur man before quickly excusing themselves from the scene; Dedue, glancing down the hall to ensure that no one else was nearby, approached and gently rapped his lord’s door with calloused knuckles.

“Your Highness, you may come out now.”

The inner mechanisms of the door clicked softly, the hesitancy of the room’s occupant translating directly through the brass knob.

“Oh, thank the Goddess you came, Dedue. Frankly, I had given up any hope of escape.” Dimitri rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

“I knew something was wrong when you did not return. I am glad that I came.” Dedue gave a curt bow.

“Thank you Dedue. Come. Let us head to the dining hall, shall we?”

“Of course, Your Highness. (F/N) should be preoccupied with her greenhouse duties for a time.”

“Yes... Actually, Dedue, how did you know it was (F/N)’s turn to tend to the greenhouse today?”

“Truthfully, Your Highness, I didn’t. It was pure luck she was scheduled today.”

“You mean--” Dimitri’s eyes widened.

“Yes. That was just a fluke. I have no knowledge of the schedule, other than the times either you or I are assigned.”

“Hah!” Dimitri’s hand landed on his retainer’s shoulder. “What luck! After hearing that, I can not help but feel a bit more confident about tonight.”

“And why is that, Your Highness?”

“If fate is as real as the ground beneath us, I would say that, perhaps, (F/N) and I are truly meant to be together.”

“That is quite a romantic notion, Your Highness.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Dimitri sighed as they crossed the threshold to the outside. The sun was just starting its descent past the hills; the slowly extinguishing rays of light brushed the sky with vibrant hues of vermilion and marigold.

“Despite that, I can not help but feel... hopeful. And... happy.”

“I am glad that this whole experience has collectively been a pleasant one, Your Highness.” Dedue responded as they neared the dining hall. “You deserve to be happy.”

Dedue’s words echoed in Dimitri’s head, ringing alongside Sylvain’s previous sentiment. Guilt wrung his heart until the familiar pangs of remorse pounded in his chest.

“Do I... Do I really deserve such a thing?”

“Without a doubt, Your Highness.”

“Even after everything that I’ve done... Even after... everything... I still... deserve it?”

“Of course, Your Highness. You deserve to be happy, just like everybody else.”

As the duo ascended the stairs and approached the Lions that were all congregated together for Dimitri’s cause, the prince’s features relaxed and-- just for a moment-- the voices that incessantly plagued his thoughts ceased.

“Thank you, Dedue.”

“I am always happy to help, Your Highness.” Like his prince, Dedue’s rough exterior melted away to reveal a warm, genuine smile.

“Hey, there you are!” Sylvain bounded up to them, meeting them halfway across the platform. “We were gettin’ worried about you! What happened?”

After Dimitri and Dedue explained what transpired, Sylvain couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible wonderful luck that Dimitri possessed.

"Dedue really got you out of a tough spot, huh?”

“As he always does.” Dimitri cast a grateful look at his retainer.

“I was shocked when I learned that (F/N) was actually scheduled today.”

“What were you gonna do if she wasn’t?” Sylvain queried.

Dedue paused thoughtfully.

“Perhaps I could have asked her to help me weed the courtyard, or to tend the horses.”

“Fair enough.” Sylvain nodded. “Well, it’s getting late so people are starting to leave the dining hall. Hopefully by the time (F/N) is done tending the plants, you two will be all alone.”

Sylvain wriggled his eyebrows and peered cheekily at the reddening face of the prince.

“Please do not be so nervous, Your Highness. (F/N) will surely appreciate all the effort you had put in.”

“Yeah!” Sylvain propped an arm on Dimitri’s shoulder. “Remember what I told you, Your Highness? You’re the leader of the Blue Lions! Start actin’ like your namesake! You gotta be bold!”

“R-Right. Bold.” Truthfully, Dimitri looked anything but; however, this only prompted a deluge of much-needed encouragement and hype that the two happily supplied-- Sylvain taking a more... fiery approach to his psyching while Dedue slightly doused the ecstatic flames set by the redhead with more grounded assurances.

“Now remember, Your Highness. Look her in the eyes, smile, and tell her that she’s beautiful. Like this!” Sylvain turned to Dedue, who suddenly became an unwilling participant in the playboy’s example.

“Hey, babe. You look gorgeous tonight. I gotta admit, I’m no mathematician, but I can still see you’re a ten outta ten.”

“Please get away from me ... Thank you, Sylvain.”

Dimitri stared at the duo with a confused fixed smile plastered on his face. The gears in his head took their sweet, sweet time to churn and process the cursed pick-up line, but it eventually clicked.

“Hah! I get it now! That’s a great one, Sylvain. I’ll definitely remember that.”

A flush of pride stained Sylvain’s cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thanks! Oh, here’s another one. This one’s also super popular with the ladies.”

Sylvain cleared his throat and turned to Dedue, who was quietly trying to shuffle away.

“Hey, hun. Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“If that is the case, perhaps it would be in your best interest to stop looking at me.” Dedue lightly glared. Dimitri’s eyes crinkled gleefully.

“Ah, these are all wonderful! I look forward to using them on (F/N).”

“Great! But remember Your Highness-- too much of a good thing is a bad thing. You can’t just spout a couple lines like that and expect her to fall for you instantly. You gotta do it tastefully.”

“Tastefully... Got it.”

Dimitri nodded his head, soaking and digesting this newfound knowledge. His eyes suddenly shot up, excitement bubbling out of its watery depths.

“Oh! It appears that I have come up with something!”

“Go for it, Your Highness!”

“I’ve got no taste, but I’d still like a bite of you.”

. . .

“Sylvain?”

. . .

“Dedue?”

. . .

“... Perhaps the map one wasn’t so terrible after all.”

“You said it, Dedue.”

“Wha--! Surely it wasn’t that atrocious, was it?”

“I believe it would serve His Highness well if you taught him more pick-up lines, Sylvain.”

“Sure. Whatever it takes to keep him from saying stuff like that.”

“H-Hey!!!”

♠ ♥ ♣ ----------------------------------------------------------- ♣ ♥ ♠

After sprinkling the few remaining drops of water onto a patch of slightly wilting plants, you dropped the empty watering can with a clatter and threw your arms high above your head, stretching all the bundles and ties that knotted in your shoulders. Your stomach gurgled and a pulse of hunger radiated throughout your core. Perhaps it wasn’t the brightest idea to completely skip your meals.

You placed the watering can in the shed and, making sure everything was as orderly as it could be, stalked out of the greenhouse while still massaging the few stubborn knots that remained tied in your muscles. The sun had long disappeared below the horizon; whatever light remained served only as a prelude to the beginnings of a starry night.

A nippy breeze nibbled your exposed skin, contrasting the slightly humid atmosphere that you’ve grown accustomed to in the greenhouse. Teeth chattering and tummy churning, you hastened your feet to move faster to the brightly lit dining hall.

As you approached the door, you were pleasantly surprised to see that the hall was practically empty, save for some guards and faculty sneaking in a nightly snack-- but even they didn’t linger for long. As you were racking your brain for ideas on what to eat, you walked into the warm building; the ambrosial aroma of succulent, roasted duck caught your attention immediately.

To say that you didn’t shed a small tear from the experience would be a lie.

You scouted and scoured the kitchen for the fowl of your dreams, but it eluded you. Where in the world could this duck--

“A-Ahem.”

You had come dangerously close to collapsing from shock.

Your body jumped and slowly turned around to face the owner of the voice.

“Good evening, (F/N). You look as radiant as ever.”

A young man wearing a white suit decorated with small pins and medals stood before you. Gloved, quivering fingers delicately brushed the lone strands of hair that slipped onto his forehead to the side.

“D-Dimitri...? Is that you?”

“Ah y-yes, it is I. Please forgive me if I had surprised you.”

“N-Not at all!” You replied, your cognitive processes hiccuping at the sight of this magnificent angel. The light from the torch gently surrounded the prince with an almost ethereal quality, rendering him simply divine. The corner of his lips turned up slightly, pulling his handsome features into a half-smirk.

“Please, allow me to escort you to our table.”

“O-Okay...”

He took a step towards you and his eyes flickered down; you followed his gaze and saw his slightly shaking hand slowly reaching for yours.

“May I...?”

Whether it was a simple case of the jitters or the excitement bubbling from within, it didn’t matter much as you enthusiastically clasped your hand in his. Dimitri froze in place, every muscle in his being stiffening at that small point of contact. However, he managed to get his racing pulse (somewhat) under control-- just enough to pull you into a stiff walk at least.

“Please follow me, (F/N).”

The pounding in Dimitri’s heart found its way into his ears, drumming and thundering an aggressive beat. He never knew that fear and glee could intertwine so readily with one another-- until he felt your hand gently press into his palm. Worries and questions and warmth spurred his thoughts into a hazy flurry of emotion. Was he squeezing too hard? Was he holding your hand correctly? Were you at all uncomfortable? Oh Goddess, you look so beautiful when you smile like that--

“Ah! Dimitri, what is all this?”

“W-Well,” Dimitri swallowed what felt like a boulder, “it is our dinner.”

“Our... Dinner...?”

“Yes. Um...” His locked fingers reluctantly separated from yours. “We have prepared a roasted duck, a fine, savory pastry called ‘garlic bread,’ a simple salad, and baked sweets made by Mercedes. I pray this is enough to whet your appetite.”

“You whet my appetite Everything looks so good...” You swallowed thickly, eyes resting heavily on the succulent fowl. “Heh, well... I actually didn’t eat at all today, so--”

“I beg your pardon?!” You blinked and immediately found yourself sitting in front of the palatable entrees. Dimitri’s countenance-- full of concern and tinged with anger-- stared at you from across the sea of food.

“You mustn’t skip meals. That is terribly unhealthy for you.”

“You’re one to talk, Dimitri!” You laughed. “You skip meals all the time!”

Dimitri’s visage fell and his entire face took on all shades of red.

“I... admit, I am not one to berate you on this matter, but regardless, I ask that you still heed my warnings... You should never skip meals.”

Giggling to yourself, you rested your chin on folded hands and your head tilted slightly. That, combined with your killer smile and rosy cheeks, introduced Dimitri’s palpitating heart to a livelier pace.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do my best not to skip meals.”

“Urgh-- Yes! Please... don’t.”

Your lips curved into a smile and your eyes lustily darted to the food in front of you.

“Well, let’s dig in, shall we?”

You, of course, immediately reached for the duck-- as did Dimitri.

Your hands collided en route to the silver cutlery by the fowl, and a fountain of apologies spewed out of either of you. Dimitri, somehow managing to awkwardly bounce back from the innocent error, cleared his throat and took this opportunity to impress you with his... gentlemanly charms.

“Please excuse me, (F/N). Allow me to cut a slice for you.”

“Oh! Well, um... sure?”

Dimitri’s fingers rounded the shiny handles of the knife and fork before cutting into the tender meat. Delectable smells spilled forth from the bird, eliciting a growl from your stomach-- a... very, very loud growl. A growl that was loud enough for Dimitri to stop and look up.

“Uh... I’d like to apologize...” You mumbled ashamedly, your cheeks growing hot to the touch.

Dimitri chuckled, slipping a thick slice of duck onto your plate along with a small bushel of salad, a few pieces of garlic bread, and some sweets.

“Do not worry, my Beloved. I know you haven’t eaten all day.”

You smiled, graciously accepting your plate filled to the brim with food. You cut the slice of meat into more manageab--

Wait...

‘Beloved?’

It seemed that Dimitri realized his mistake around the same time you did.

“Dimitri--”

“Er, (F/N)! Aside from this morning, how was your day?”

“Huh? I-I mean it was fine, but Dimitri--”

“Ah, splendid! I am glad your day had gotten better. I was really worried when you suddenly left class like that.”

“Dimitri,” you cut in, “did you just call me... your... ‘Beloved?’“

Dimitri simply sat there as his brain was fried and shriveled into a crisp.

“W-Well, uh, I-- You see-- I deeply apologize for-- That was, very inappropriate of me--”

“Oh! No, no, it’s okay... Um, I was just a bit surprised is all.” You brought your cup to your lips in a pathetic attempt to cover the bashful grin that threatened to escape.

“Ah... Of course...” Dimitri stabbed a small tomato with the prongs of his fork and shoveled it into his mouth, his cheeks seeming to absorb the color of the little red berry.

You cleared your throat and thumbed the surface of a macaron with light fingers, a heavy silence blanketing the table. The quietly screaming royal took a bite of some garlic bread, his brain hardly processing the soft, fluffy texture of the dish.

Dimitri’s eyes widened inconspicuously, his mind flashing to the one thing that could save this dumpster fire of a date from certain demise--

His pick-up lines.

He could only pray that you were a fan of such things.

He cleared his throat and borderline slammed his fists onto the table, rocking a handful of mini cupcakes from their tiered seats. You quite literally jumped in your seat and got caught in the fierce stare of your house leader.

He can do this.

Come on, Dimitri! Remember your training with Sylvain!

He can do this.

Be a lion! Be bold!

He can do this!

“A-Are you ten? Because y-you look lost and I’d like to bite you.”

. . .

If-- in that moment-- Dimitri were to suddenly be thrown onto the path of a charging chariot, he would make no effort to move.

Simultaneously, you were well on your way to combusting into open flames-- if your swiftly coloring cheeks were any indication of that.

Neither of you spoke for a long time, gawking at the other in a silent, unconscious contest to see who could reach strawberry red first.

And Dimitri was the unwilling winner.

“I--”

“You--”

“I am so--”

“What did you--?”

“I am so, so sorry--”

“You want to bite me--?”

“Oh Goddess, I am so sorry (F/N)-- I can explain--”

“U-Um, perhaps it would be best for me to go...”

“Wait!” Dimitri shot out of his seat with a clatter. “I-- um--”

“Goodnight, Dimitri.”

You made a mad dash for the door, leaving the flustering royal a metaphoric fish out of water.

“(F/N)!”

He tailed after you, the delicious food that he and all the other Lions labored to prepare becoming a distant memory.

The sun and any trace of it had all but vanished from sight, replaced by its nightly counterpart. You were speed walking to the stairs when your wrist was snagged by a firm grip.

"(F/N)...!”

“Dimitri, listen, I really appreciate the food and everything, but I really should get going now--”

“Wait, please! I...” He gulped, finally throwing caution to the wind. “I love you.”

Your heart had stopped beating altogether and your lungs ceased operations. Your clenched jaw prohibited you from speaking, and you simply stared at him as those three simple words resonated in your mind.

“Er, that is to say...” He sighed, resignation taking hold of his features. “Can we... talk about this please?”

He loosely pointed to a nearby bench shaded under a tall tree. His hard grip softened, moving to interlace his fingers with yours as he led the two of you to the secluded spot. He sat with a deep exhale and pulled you beside him.

“(F/N).” He gazed at you steadily, his fingers rubbing shallow circles into your hands. “It is no exaggeration on my end to say that you mean everything to me. I-- along with the other Lions-- labored to make tonight the best it could be. Though truthfully, I never imagined my confession would turn out like this. But alas...”

Dimitri chuckled tiredly then sighed.

“I’m afraid I can’t hide my feelings for you a moment longer. I love you, (F/N). With all of my being. You motivate me to work harder, train harder-- to be a better man. You are so kind, and smart, and... absolutely mesmerizing. I can not keep my eyes off you, really.”

He laughed at your sheepish response then continued.

“You mean the world to me. So... I humbly ask that you... Um...” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “Be mine.”

A gentle breeze swept through, carrying his small plea along with it. He stared at you, intensely and unblinkingly, with bated breath.

“Although,” he added, pain thinly veiled in his eyes, “if you do not feel the same way, I understand. I promise I will not hold anything against you. If it’s not too much trouble, I... I hope we can still be friends after all this--”

You dove straight into Dimitri’s arms, effectively knocking his words and the air right out of him. You felt his muscles tighten and the thumping in his chest blared loudly in your ears. You nuzzled your face into him and looked up, smiling.

“I love you too, Dima!”

D-Dima...?!

Poor Dimitri looked like he was about to choke. The little streams of moonlight that slipped through the holes in the trees reflected off of the prince’s reddening face; for a long time, all he could do was stare at you-- cheeks darkening and eyes widening.

Finally, the Goddess re-granted him the ability to speak.

“R-Really...?”

“Yes! Yes, I do!” Your arms moved from his torso to snake around his neck, pulling him a bit more to your level. “I love you, Dimitri. I’ve loved you for so long...”

You drew him into a hug again, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The crisp, sharp scent of his cologne flooded your senses, sending pleasant tingles and goosebumps throughout your body. You felt the prince’s arms wound around your frame, pulling you closer to his racing heart.

“If this is a dream, I wish to never wake.” He muttered into your hair, thankful that he could appreciate the light apple notes that came from it to the fullest.

“This isn’t a dream, Dimitri.” You whispered against his skin, causing a sweet shiver to run down his spine. “I love you, Dimitri. I love you so, so much...”

“My (F/N)... My Beloved...” He pulled away from you slightly, cupping your cheeks in his hands and brushing it gently. He could hardly contain all the love and pure adoration he held towards you; the way that you and only you reflected in his beautiful eyes showed that. With a gentle smile he pressed his forehead against yours, relishing the moment.

“May I... May I have the honor of kissing you, my love?”

His hot breath tickled your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sensation, in addition to his endearingly adorable politeness.

“Yes, you may.”

Dimitri’s eyes flickered to your slightly parted, wet lips and leaned closer, his eyes fluttering shut. You followed suit, guided only by the synchronous beating of your hearts. A warmth like no other blossomed upon your lips, melting any and all tension into nothingness. Your lips engaged in a clumsy yet heartfelt dance, eliciting an airy chortle out of you.

Dimitri’s chest rumbled with a chuckle of his own and he parted to catch his breath. Not a moment later, his lips found yours again and again, more ravenous than the last. Each kiss left your head spinning faster and your heart wanting more, more, more. His teeth nibbled your bottom lip, drawing out a gasp from you; his fingers found residence in your hair as he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. He explored your wet cavern excitedly, every one of his senses wracked with newfound pleasure. Your moans and sharp breaths intertwined heatedly, sending your thoughts into a frenzy and numbing oblivion all at once.

The chatter of guards and metal boots clanking against cobble spurred warning bells in your head, and a painful reminder of how exposed you were for any curious passerby. Dimitri reluctantly leaned away, still pressing his lips to yours until the last possible moment.

“Ahem... M-My apologies... I got a little too excited just now...” Dimitri panted, a dazed yet elated expression on his face. You, panting as hard as he, shook your head in response and pressed a chaste kiss on his forehead, down to his nose, his cheek, and finally stopping at his flushed, pink lips.

“Not a problem, Dimitri. I know you mentioned you wanted to bite me.” You gazed at him teasingly.

“T-That’s...” Dimitri sighed, burying his face in your neck to hide his blush (though how hot his skin felt against yours was all the confirmation you needed). “Please don’t tell anyone what I said...”

You snickered and patted his head, smiling when you felt him relax into your touch.

“Okaaay, I promise.”

“Good. Thank you, (F/N).”

He pulled away from your neck and adjusted himself into a more comfortable seating position. He securely placed his arm around your shoulder and you both sat in comfortable silence for a long time.

“It’s getting quite late, no?” Dimitri mumbled out of the blue. “Allow me to walk you back to your room.”

“Actually, Dima... Do you think we can go back and finish dinner? I’m still really hungry...”

“O-Oh! I have completely forgotten about that! Yes, of course we can. Although... Regrettably, our food would have gotten cold by now.”

“That’s okay. Being with you warms my heart anyways.”

“Ah-- Um--” Dimitri coughed, looking away. “I confess that your teasing will take some getting used to... But it is a pleasant thing nonetheless.”

You giggled as he stood up and helped you to your feet.

”Hey, Dimitri?”

“Yes, my Beloved?”

“I love you.”

Dimitri planted a soft kiss on your forehead and stared fondly into your eyes.

”I love you too, (F/N).”

bonus: despite swearing to himself that he would *never* use pick-up lines ever again (its powers being too great for any mortal to fully wield), dimitri would still indulge a line or two for you if you asked him hard enough (and swore on your life you would never divulge what he shared with you to anyone else). and yes, when you two eventually got more comfortable with each other, he did get a bite of you from time-to-time but that’s a story for another day.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h dimitri #fe3h #dimitri fire emblem #dimitri x reader #fluff #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader insert #i had to pull so many all nighters for this one #hopefully the quality didn't tank or anything IJSDLFJLSDJF #fire emblem three houses fanfiction

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Part 3.

Summary. Iwazuimi thinks up an awful idea to help Kentarou get his anger out.

Warnings. Vomit, chipped tooth, blood. Sad boi Kentarou

Kentarou walked with you still in his grip till you were off school grounds. The cold air stung your legs and all you wanted to do was lay down.. and check what that cracking noise was. Kentarou dropped his grip on you and your hand went straight to your mouth to rub at your cheek in little circles, fuck it hurt..

After a minute you decided to just reach in and see if anything was broken, your jaw ached from having to open up so wide but you ignored it. Kentarou watched you with a tilted head and twitching eyebrow. Oh please, he thought. As if you broke any..-

When he watched you pull out a chipped tooth his fingers reached out to you for a minute making the veins in his hands dance around against his skin. The wince your body did when you pulled it out sent a chill up his spine. Oh shit, oh fuck. Why. Dammit. The look you gave him was fake, he knew it. He could see it in your eyes you wanted to break down right there.

You waved your other hand around assuring him it was fine, unsure if you should talk or not. You needed to get home though, and fast.. Kentarou watched you limp for a few steps till you almost fell. He caught you and pulled your arm over his shoulders and grabbed your side with his free one helping you steady.

“Just tell me where your damn house is” was all he said too you.

You felt relieved slightly but.. everything still hurt. You guided Kentarou to your home and you had to make up some story for your parents when they saw the state you were in; swollen cheeks, ripped knee high and holding your stomach. You told them some thug tried to rob you and Kentarou saved you. They believed you and before they could thank him he already left.

•••

Kentarou was already down the street far away from you, hurting you. God damn it this was not helping his anger. If anything it made it worse. He pulled his phone from his pocket dialing , when Iwazuimi answered he punched a brick wall. “This isint working. I chipped her god damn tooth .” He growled leaning into the cold hard building staring at his now bloody knuckles watching the blood trickle down the lines in his fingers dripping down to his wrist slithering to his elbow. “I was so angry ..seeing her in those fucking thigh highs. I know everyone was looking at her” he rolled facing the brick wall running his nails along it waiting for Iwazuimi to say something.

Iwazuimi was quiet while his friend unloaded on him. Yeah, this was a awful idea why did he come up with this Iwa-Kun you dunce. They would be in real hot water if you told anyone but you really seemed like you wouldint do that. “Kentarou, i need to tell you something about her.” There was a long pause on both ends if you dont count Kentarous endless heavy huffing and puffing. After a long thinking session Iwa-Kun spoke up .

Kentarou grabbed his side, he felt very hot all of a sudden, his head heavy and his throat felt like it had a heavy piece of food in it. He heaved a few times trying to steady his breathing but it was no use. He was down on his knees staring at the vomit on the ground in front of him , his phone on his lap. He coughed a few times and leaned forward grabbing his phone , his free arm above his head his fingers in his buzz cut. He felt like total shit and now his stomach was aching hard from rejecting his lunch. A few tears fell from his eyes down his cheeks . “She likes watching.. me play..”

Iwazuimi had to go fetch Kentarou himself because he really could not get home himself right now. Seeing his friend in such a state. The Mad Dog as Oikawa called him, was on his knees hunched over his own vomit crying into the cold cement unable to pull himself together. The fact that you enjoyed watching him play made him sick to his stomach. You enjoyed someone as mean as him, as pushy.. as abusive as him. You were not a chew toy. You were a gift . A god damn gift.

Iwazuimi pulled his friend up handing him some water that he sipped and spit back out to freshen his mouth for the time being. He leaned on the third year all the way home not saying anything at all. He wasint gonna talk and Iwazuimi was not going to force him. The whole walk home he tried to think about what to do to make this up to you .. if he even could.

Iwazuimi took the time to reflect on this whole event that he caused. You were so innocent and shy, not a bruise to be seen on your body, should he tell Kentarou that youve been wanting to approach him? Maybe. But now was not the right time, and it might mean more if you say it yourself. He got Kentarou home safe and sound and Iwazuimi went home himself. Both boys thought long and hard about this whole situation.

•

The next day you were in so much pain all over; your stomach was on fire and you had a bruise on your left knee and right cheek. You wanted to wear thigh highs but it was probably not a good idea.. You did though use make up to cover up your purple cheek. You fixed your hair and left for school , heart beating fast. The whole night you were awake thinking about what happened. The look he had on his face when he saw you stumble along looked pained and shocked as of he was thinking “i caused that.” Was he okay? Was he sad…

Kentarou avoided you all day; dodging you whenever he saw you or giving you an angry look whenever you locked eyes. You were limping and everytime you tried to walk towards him he just took off in the other direction blending in with the crowd of other teens. He was no where to be found at lunch either, not at his usual spot with his team eating a melon bun. He would be at practice though. And you were gonna ask him if he was okay.

After school you walked slowly towards the gym holding your stomach rubbing tbe giant bruise you had on it. You were in so much pain but you had to ignore it for now. You were almost there.

When you did arrive Oikawa was coming up behind you passing you with a smile on his face and a slightly purple nose. He dipped down to your height grinning at you. “Y/n chan! How can i help you?”

“Kawa.. is..” god you needed to sit down.. “Kentarou here..”

Oikawa tilted his head looking over his shoulder raising his voice. “Iwa-kuuuuun!!!!”

“Dont call me that!!!!!!!” He yelled from the gym.

“ is Mad Dog -Chan in there?”

“He went home sick!!!”

Oikawa looked back at you and rubbed your head. “He went home sick y/n chan.”

“O..ok..” you swayed.

“Hes a little mean though, id pick another favorite player , im available.” He smiled at you.

You fainted in his arms and Oikawa almost didint catch you. He cursed yelling into the gym and everyone ran out , Iwazuimi picked you up in his arms and the Coach told him to bring you to the infirmary.

•

You woke up to see Iwazuimi leaning iver the bed with his hands in his hair . You reached out touching his arm and within a second he looked up sighing with relief. He grabbed your hand with both of his apologizing over and over.

“Uhm. .. Iwa..Kun..”

“Y/n i am so..-“

“Is .. he really sick..”

“He threw up his lunch , he was eating too fast but…..”

“Iwa..?”

Iwazuimi told you about last night, he left out Kentarou crying but he told you about him vomiting and needing him to help the poor guy home.

“Will.. will he be okay for the game?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“He avoided me all day..”

“I know y/n. He mostly hung around with me today.”

“I dont.. regret any of this.”

Iwazuimi lowered his head into his arms, still holding your hand. “You think you can change him”

“I can try.”

“Hes a good person.. its just stuck under his tough exterior.”

You rubbed his hand with your thumb. “I know, ill find it”

•

Your parents had come to pick you up and you were given heavy medicine and ordered to lay in bed all day and tomorrow. The game was the day after tomorrow and you prayed you would be okay to go. You would not be at school tomorrow either…

Slowly you pulled your phone from the night stand opening it up to see no messages. Should you..? You opened up your contacts staring at his name for a long few minutes, you were shaking a little. It was just a text. Thats all. Its not like you would see him soon anyway. You took in a deep sigh sending out a text.

🎾i wont be at school tomorrow. But i will see you at the game, i hope your doing okay.

Kentarou was in bed staring at the celing. Watching you limp around the damn school broke his heart into tiny pieces. The fact that he caused such pain to you, someone that enjoyed watching him play. Someone who always had a smile on their face when they asked how his day was… He rolled over squeezing his pillow in disgust. He hated himself, who he was, what he put you through. His phone buzzed and it was Iwazuimi texting him telling him what happened today which broke him even more. God damn it, and Oikawa of all people . He didint reply but he did get another text, from you this time.

His body sunk down and felt very heavy, after everything he put you though, giving you stupid rules, ripping your thigh highs, shoving you into the wall, making you faint at school from kicking your stomach. And chipping your god damn tooth.. you still wanted to make sure he was okay. ..

The text he sent you made you cry instantly, why.. why.. you wanted to be near him, hear him out. Make him feel better..

😡Stay away from me.

•

@squeaky-ducky

#SideLines #kentarou x reader #kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu fanfiction #LongFic #kyotani 💕

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Just Ben Hardy + soft loving smut with insecure reader pleaseeeeeeee 📷

Dating Ben could be tough sometimes, not for any specific reason, just because of who he was and who you were. You tried not to worry about it too much, content in the knowledge that Ben had chosen you, despite what the voices in the back of your head whispered. But every now and then the voices got just that little bit too loud to drown out on your own, all speaking over the top of one another in a rush to be heard and fretted over. Because you were nobody really. Certainty nothing like the women he saw on a daily basis, the actresses he worked with. You didn’t have a team of people to make you look effortlessly pretty. Didn’t have half as much talent as any of them. And then there was Ben himself. He took care of himself, went to the gym frequently to keep in shape. It was partly for his job of course, easier to land lead roles when you looked good without a shirt. But he’d also always had some sort of athletic release - rugby or soccer or whatever was on offer. He met with his trainer to keep in shape, yes, but also to keep his mind clear, and make sure old injuries didn’t cause him any more problems. It put you to shame really. You should be doing more, walking more, going to the gym more, not being quite so lazy. That was why he’d dated more than you, right? Because he had. Before you met he’d done casual flings and serious long term relationships and you just didn’t have the same experience. Did he regret asking you out? Surely he would. How could he possibly like being with someone so far beneath him.

Of course Ben wouldn’t let you think like that for long. He could tell when something was off with you, comforted you as best he could, even if he wasn’t sure exactly what was bringing you down. Sometimes it made you feel worse for a bit. Didn’t he have better things to do than coddle you? But as soon as you tried to say as much he’d shush you, pull you into a tight hug, quietly remind you that nothing was as important to him as you. He’d wait as long as you needed, just hold you and wait until you could put your worries into words. And then he’d do everything he could to convince you they were unnecessary. He told you a hundred times over that he didn’t care one dot about your history, didn’t care about your job. He’d remind you that you were talented, clever at solving riddles, always able to find his missing keys, a wonderful baker. It wasn’t easy to believe him at first but the more he said it the less you tried to argue or prove him wrong, the easier it was to see your worth.

Of course, he couldn’t stop until you were completely put at ease. He quietly checked if you’d let him prove how much he loved you, waited for you to agree before leading you towards the bedroom.

“You know I love you,” he said, taking your face in both hands, making sure you were listening, “that I think you’re completely fucking gorgeous.”

You let out a soft, amused noise, not quite a laugh but on its way.

“It’s true, you are.” He looked at you for a little longer before he leaned in to kiss you.

Your breath caught in your chest at how gentle he was.

When he pulled back he didn’t go far, kissed the corner of your mouth and then your jaw, neck, shoulder. Slowly he undressed you, leaving another kiss whenever he undid a button, pushed the fabric from your shoulders. And he praised you. Gently. Probably able to sense that part of you wanted to run away right then. He paid extra attention to the spots he knew you hated, the scar left when you’d fallen off the playground as a child, the birthmark you’d always hated, the stretch marks and everything else you tried to keep hidden, everything that made you self-conscious. All the way down to your legs, until you stood in only your underwear. And then he stood again, took your hands in his, pausing to kiss your palm, walked you back towards the bed.

“I will do whatever I have to, to prove that you’re worth every minute of my time,” he whispered against your lips, his fingertips trailing down the path he’d just finished.

You nodded, not sure what you were agreeing too, but wanting so badly to believe him.

A second later his fingers were sliding in your underwear, finding the wetness that had begun to grow as he’d worshipped you.

“Let’s try some positive reinforcement, huh?” He circled your clit deftly, so familiar with what you liked.

You sighed at how good it felt, saw him smile before you shut your eyes to enjoy it.

“Feels good?”

You nodded, breath rising to a pant as he worked you up. He went on a little longer, quietly watching you, letting your panted breaths turn to soft throaty noises. And then,

“Tell me something you’re good at,”

“W-what?”

“Tell me something you’re good at. Anything. Or I stop.”

“Umm,” it wasn’t easy to think with his hand where it was but that meant it was harder for the mean voice to say it’s mean things, “I’m good at, umm,”

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re good at so many things, just tell me one.”

“Cupcakes. I can bake cupcakes,”

“God that’s so true,” he said, kissing your neck, “that deserves an orgasm I think, c’mon, cum for me.”

You shuddered as you obeyed, gasping his name.

“Good girl,” he said as his fingers came to a halt, left your underwear, “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, the doubts much quieter than they had been before.

“Good. I hate seeing you think like that. So we’re going to keep the positive reinforcement going for a while. Try to teach your brain that being nice to yourself feels good.”

You laughed at that, not sure whether to believe him. Ben didn’t mind, he was just happy to see you smile again.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x smut #sorry it took me a while #had to try to get through it without having a breakdown lmao #Anonymous #sleepover stuff #📷#my writing #my blurbs

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lady-charinette · 4 years

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An Intangible Gift

"Alright, THAT'S IT! No more going into my tent before you make an appointment! Now off! Shoo!" Sokka pushed against his friend's back, trying to get him out of his tent.

Zuko planted his feet firmly on the ground, turning his head back to glare at him. "Wait! Hold on! I don't get it, why are you mad at me coming here? It's not like you're sleeping."

The former prince of the Fire Nation crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.

Sokka rubbed the back of his neck, sweat gathering at the nape in steady streams at the heated glare the boy was shooting him. "Uhh... w-well...I uh, I just like my privacy! Okay? You know, like with the- the traveling all the time and the- uh yeah! Some peace and quiet!"

Zuko rose an eyebrow. "It's not like I'm loud, I just wanted to-"

Sokka cut him off and turned him back around, in the direction of the exit. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, talk. But uh, you know Zuko buddy, sometimes....a guy just needs his own space. You...know what I mean, right?" Sokka blinked, silently hoping the teenage boy understood him.

What boy in puberty didn't after all?

Zuko rose an eyebrow but cleared his throat, remembering all the times he had his outbursts and had to walk away from his uncle and meditate in a secluded spot or train alone to clear his head. Did Sokka meditate in the tent? He couldn't really picture it, but if that's what his friend needed, he would give him room.

Zuko patted his shoulder, an understanding smile on his face. "I think I get it Sokka. I'm sorry, I'll leave you to it." before Zuko could leave, he turned back around. "If you need anything, just call, I heard it's better if you do it with more people. I never really tried, but maybe if we did it together, it could work better." with a last wave, the firebender left, leaving a gobsmacked Sokka behind.

...Sokka? With...with Zuko?

"Blergh! Oogies!" the non-bender shivered, shaking his head violently to dislodge the image in his mind. Just what sort of practices did the Fire Nation people even indulge in? He really didn't wanna know.

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Zuko rubbed the back of his neck, gazing up at the half moon in the darkened sky, until he spied movement from the corner of his eye.

Gold eyes narrowed at the spot, until a familiar figure emerged from behind the cover of the bushes.

Was...was that Suki?

He watched her stealthily, with all the skill of a Kyoshi warrior, weave through the campsite and tiptoe her way into Sokka's tent. Zuko almost called out to stop her, to warn her about Sokka needing time to meditate, but the excited giggling he heard coming from the tent told him her company may not have been quite as unwelcome as his was.

With a firm resolution not to think too deeply about what he saw and the possible implications behind it, Zuko slowly made his way towards Katara's tent.

He glanced at it, seeing darkness and sensing no movement from within.

She must be asleep.

A heavy sigh left his lips and he begrudgingly passed the tent, his legs leading him towards the rock he remembered spending a sleepless night on when he'd tried regaining Katara's trust-

"Zuko?"

The familiar voice that called him had Zuko look up, eyes wide in surprise. "Katara?"

The girl was dressed in her white undergarments, simple wraps and robes tightened around her waist and chest. Her hair was wet, water trickling down her arms as she held it up to squeeze out excess water. "What are you doing up so late? Can't sleep?"

Zuko frowned, clenching his fists. It was now or never.

He walked closer towards her and sat down on a log in front of the water bender, watching her squeeze out the water from her hair. "I...couldn't really sleep. I uh, tried talking to your brother but...he seemed busy." he coughed, trying not to think of the giggling he heard from the tent as soon as Suki entered it.

Realization dawned on Katara's face and she blushed. "Oh..." silence settled between them until she tentatively asked. "What...did you want to talk about? Maybe I can help?"

Zuko waged a war within himself, trying to plan out the best course of action.

The whole reason he even wanted to talk to Sokka in the first place was because of her, but he couldn't tell her that, could he?

Zuko cleared his throat, leaning back on his hands on the grass. "There...there's this girl. I...want to gift her something to show her my appreciation."

A brow shot up to Katara's hairline and she quickly seated herself beside the firebender, who seemed surprised at her sudden close proximity. "Oh! A girl? Someone from the Fire Nation?"

The nigh to excited look on her face made Zuko feel like this may not have been the best idea.

'Think Zuko, think, think-' he wracked his brain for answers, until he realized Katara already gave him one.

"T-That's right. She's...not royalty and uhm..." how should he go about this? Katara would figure it out! She could read him like a book sometimes!

The waterbender smiled, resting her chin on her hand. "...And...you like her?" she tilted her head and the moonlight danced across her messy hair.

Zuko's eyebrows rose at her question but he nodded. "Y-Yeah, I mean, it's...we haven't been friends for...very long. She's one of the first people I had to work for to be friends with. We're friends. Just friends." he cringed, realizing how many times the word 'friends' left his lips.

Katara mulled it over, a look of understanding crossing her features. "That must've been tough. Especially because of...well, your father."

He nodded. "Yeah..."

A pause, then Katara's voice filled the silence. "Well, what's she like?"

Zuko froze and Katara noticed the way the firebender had his guard up. She laughed. "It's alright Zuko, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

"No, I do!" quickly, the firebender caught himself, realizing his voice had been a little too loud for the quiet night. "Uh, I mean, it's fine." he cleared his throat, shifting on the spot.

How could he hide the fact it was Katara he was talking about? Should he lie? He could lie...

"She's um..." he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to allow the air and the sounds from the crashing waves calm him. A small smile stretched his lips. "She thinks I'm a fool."

Beside him, the waterbender burst into laughter, her hand on Zuko's shoulder to steady herself. "Really? I wonder why."

Zuko scoffed and felt Katara's shoulder softly bump against his in a joking manner. He chuckled. "She's...pretty feisty actually."

Katara snorted, resting her cheek against her propped up fist. "Aren't all Fire Nation people like that?" Zuko smirked.

If only she knew.

"I...guess you could say that. But she's different." he propped up on arm on his raised knee, the other was gesticulating with his anecdote. "She can be carefree but is very responsible too, she sometimes behaves like a mother. She can be pretty stubborn and isn't easily fooled. She can be annoying sometimes, but that's just what makes her her own person. She's serious and strong, she holds her own against people who are experienced benders. She has many friends who care about her and she's really talented with water- with uh...watering... plants?" He mentally cringed at the perplexed look on Katara's face.

"...So she's...good at gardening?" Katara hummed thoughtfully, rubbing her chin. "Maybe giving her flowers as a present?"

"Yeah! Exactly. I...don't really know about flowers, she only has herbal plants." Zuko cleared his throat, mentally shaking from her silent confusion. "She, uh, she has a big garden and unlike most firebenders she's not afraid to show she's different. She uses the herbs sometimes to make medicine for the poorer people in her village."

A smile broke out on Katara's face. "Oh! So she's a healer too? Maybe giving her a rare herbal plant as gift? I could help you look for one!" the girl beside him was all giddy, ready to help and it brought a smile on Zuko's face.

"I'm...I'm not sure, I think she already has every plant in the world in her garden. Who knows." He shrugged, causing Katara to frown.

Zuko glanced down at his hand, a small smile on his lips. "She was pretty angry with me in the beginning, because she was treated as an outcast for her kind nature. There were kind people in the Fire Nation too but...she was just... so different. It sometimes felt like she didn't belong there at all..."

Katara smiled sadly at the reminiscing boy beside her and gently squeezed his shoulder. "You like her a lot don't you?"

Zuko froze, eyes wide as his back straightened like an arrow. "What?! Me?! No!" Katara laughed at the embarrassed and caught off guard look on his face. "Stop laughing Katara."

The girl shook her head, giggles still leaving her lips. "Sorry, you just looked so cute being embarrassed about your crush on her."

"It's not a-!" wait...had she called him- "- cute?" Zuko tilted his head to the side, now regarding Katara with a curious look.

The waterbender immediately froze, a look of surprise on her face. Her cheeks turned bright pink. "I-I mean- no wait, you- you heard me wrong! I didn't say cute! I-I said, silly! I said silly!"

Zuko blinked, recalling the exact words she had uttered in between her giggling. "Wait, no, you.. you said I was cute when I'm embarrassed." the boy crossed his arms, fully convinced he hadn't heard her wrong.

Katara stomped her foot, turning her whole body towards him, face set in a scowl. "I didn't!"

A huff left his lips and anger spread across the boy's handsome features. "You did! Don't lie, I heard it loud and clear."

Both fire- and water bending master stared each-other down, faces close and challenging. "I didn't Zuko! You just heard what you wanted to hear!"

He huffed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "As if! You know what Katara? What I said was wrong, you aren't pretty stubborn, you're even worse than a bison!"

Distinctively, he could hear Appa growl in protest, but all his attention was on the startled look on the girl's face.

Wait, why was she looking at him like-

"...What...you said?" Gold eyes, one scarred, widened in alarm.

Did he just blurt that out? Loud?

"No, wait, I-"

Katara shook her head. "You mean...the girl...the girl from the Fire Nation..."

"She-She really is from the Fire Nation! She's uh, she lives far away from the palace, so I don't really see her, I barely know her and-" in the midst of Zuko's rambling, something clicked in Katara's brain.

"Were you talking about me the whole time Zuko?"

Frustration bubbled deep within the temperamental teen and the boy angrily stood up, hands shooting in the air and tangling in his messy hair in frustration. "Argh! You're too smart! Just- urgh!" he stomped into a circle, packing back and forth like an angry bull. "So what? So maybe it was you! Okay? Yeah, it was you Katara! I mean, you're pretty stubborn! And you're good at water bending and healing! And you are different too! You-you used to be angry at me too, but then we went on that mission to find Yohan and everything changed and I wanted to help you find the man that killed your mother, I felt like it was my fault it had even happened! I just wanted-!"

He stopped talking mid-sentence when he finally turned to look at the silent girl.

Katara was standing now, with watery eyes and a small smile on her lips.

Zuko panicked. "Hey, w-wait, why are you crying? What's wrong? Did I say something wr-"

And suddenly, just like that, Zuko nearly fell over the log when the girl fell into his chest, face buried against his chest.

What was-

"Thank you, Zuko." the whispered words made him freeze, looking down at her, one hand frozen in the air while the other supported them both behind his back on the ground.

"For....for what?" why was he whispering too?

The girl remained quiet for a little while, before she finally answered him. "For doing the effort and...trying to gift me something. It's sweet of you to try."

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to control the oddly heated area on his face. "Yeah, well...I mean it's not like it worked." he sighed, hanging his head, until Katara lifted her own from his chest to look up at him.

Her lips pulled into a genuine, kind smile that reached her eyes. "Tell you what, why don't we go to the market tomorrow and I'll tell you a few things I like and you have to guess what I want most?"

The firebender huffed, fixing her with a wry grin. "Hey, I'm not made of money you know."

She giggled, lightly pushing his shoulder. "Don't worry, I promise the things that I want aren't expensive at all. In fact, all they cost is something intangible."

At that, the boy rose an eyebrow. "Something... intangible?" what in Azulon's name could that possibly be?

The waterbender smiled, pulling away from their one sided embrace, allowing the former prince to straighten himself on the log. She remained standing, twisting her thick hair into a complicated bun on top of her head. "You'll figure it out tomorrow." she added in the next sentence with a teasing wink. "At least, I hope so."

The brunet huffed, standing up as well and crossing his arms, returning her gaze with a challenging one of his own. "Don't underestimate me, I'll figure it out before the sun sets."

She inclined her head curiously. "Is that a bet?"

Zuko smirked, grabbing her offered hand in a firm shake. "You bet it is."

Both teens stared at each-other, until Katara noticed just how warm her hand became and how big Zuko's is, it nearly completely covered her own.

With a start, she pulled her hand back, quickly turning around and briskly walking to her tent. "R-Right, well, see you tomorrow! Good night Zuko!"

Zuko watched the water bender disappear into her tent in a hurry and shook his head, a small smile on his lips, the hand he'd held hers with still tingling from the brief contact.

"Good night....Katara."

#atla #atla fic #zutara #zutara fic #kinda AU?#avatar the last airbender #zuko #prince zuko #pre-coronation #katara #atla katara #atla zuko #atla sokka #romance #comedy #gaang shenanigans

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connorandersons-blog · 4 years

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To the Library

Rating: Explicit Word count: 2,143 Warnings: smut Ship: Markus/Connor AU: Human Chapter 5/5

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Markus opened the door, grinning when he saw the two cats run over. He dropped down to pet them, giving them both scratches behind their ears.

Markus had suggested getting a pet after Daniel died, and after a week of thinking, Connor found these two in an alley.

"Hey, babe," Markus called out, standing back up. He glanced around the room, not finding any trace of Connor. Odd. They were supposed to be having movie night.

He checked the bathroom first and didn't find him there either. He checked the small library and when he didn't find him there either he went to the bedroom.

He knocked on the door once before walking, taking in the room. Just like the living room, it was filled with plants. It also held a desk that had a case file Connor had been working on. Even though Connor had a room just for books he had his own bookshelf in his bedroom. It held Connor's favorite books, and now many of Markus's favorites.

On one wall was a painting Carl and he did together for Connor. It was a simple dark blue background with a book open on its spine, pages falling up. The pages slowly dissolved into strokes of paint, rainbow-colored.

On the bed he finally found Connor. He sat there with a book in his lap, not looking up. That definitely wasn't odd. Sometimes Connor got so into the book that not even a tornado would shake his focus.

What did catch his attention was what he was wearing, and lack thereof. He wore the very oversized shirt that Markus often wore when tired and painting. It had his college's logo on it but it also had splotches of dried paint in all sorts of colors. It fell off Connor's right shoulder, but he didn't push it back up.

Other than that and his glasses it seemed he was wearing anything else. He walked up and sat down behind Connor, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Connor hummed and leaned back into him, still not pausing his reading. Markus huffed and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin on his shoulder.

"Hey, babe." He mumbled, resting his head on Connor's shoulder.

Connor hummed again, completely relaxing in Markus's hold. "Carl doing well?"

Carl had a bit of an accident that caused Markus to panic. Carl had waved him off, telling him he overreacted. After that, it was close to impossible to get Markus to leave the house. Hence movie night.

"He is. He actually seems to be doing better than ever. Though… he did suggest something that I'm considering." He mumbles, kissing Connor's neck. Connor squirms slightly and Markus can't help but smirk.

"Oh?" Connor asks, glancing at him then back at his book.

"What if I became a doctor?" Connor's eyes widen and he quickly turns so he's practically straddling him. He's definitely not wearing anything and that makes his appearance all the better.

"Are you sure? You'll have to go back to school, and you'll have less time with Carl." He smiled and pressed a kiss to his nose which scrunched up adorably.

He, of course, already thought of that, as did Carl. "He's doing really well, and he can hire someone to be with him. I know quite a few nurses that would be sufficient."

Connor smiles and pulls Markus into a hug, now fully in his lap. "If that's what you want, then I'll support you. I don't know much about doctor stuff but I can at least help you study."

Markus nodded and rested his hands on Connor's hips. "I'd very much like that. Though… there is another thing that I'd very much enjoy."

Connor tilted his head and Markus tailed his hands down until he could slide them under the shirt. Connor shivered at the tough, sighing happily.

"You look adorable in this," Markus mumbled leaning forward to bite at Connor's neck. He whined and tried to roll his hips down but Markus kept him in place. "Now, now, I thought you were reading."

"I was, but it can wait." Connor gasped out when Markus found a very sensitive spot.

Markus chuckled and reached down to grab Connor's bare ass. "What are you reading?"

"A Mi-Midsummer Night's Dream," Connor says, once again trying to roll his hips.

Markus nods, then pulls Connor off him, ignoring the whine. He easily maneuvers him so he's on his knees, ass towards Markus. Connor squeaked but kept in the position, looking back at Markus.

"Don't stop for me, babe. You seemed very interested in it before." He teased, reaching over for the lube.

Connor whimpered but turned back to his book, pushing his glasses back up. "The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia but Helena I love: Who will not change a raven for a dove? The will of man is by his reason sway'd" he started.

Markus smirked and gently massaged his ass, before making sure he was spread wide enough. He leaned down and gave it a small lick, making Connor yelp and try to push back into him.

Markus pulled back and clicked his tongue, smacking Connor's ass just slightly. "Keep reading."

Connor quickly nodded his head, reading from where he left off. He does try to keep going even as Markus's tongue teases him.

"-marshal to my-ah fuck! Markus, please." Connor whined, his head dropping to his chest.

He pulled back once again and slapped Connor's ass harder than before. "You wanted to read, so read."

Connor took a shaky breath in and raised his head, trying desperately to focus on the words. Markus gave a hum and went right back to what he was doing.

His tongue licked around the ring of taut muscle, loving the way Connor's breath caught in his throat. He quickly cleared his throat and kept speaking.

"Wherefore-ah Markus- w-was I to this keen mockery born?" He gasped out. He did everything in his power to not move.

Opening him with his tongue to lick inside him, lapping at his walls as far as his tongue could reach until drool ran down his chin, kneading his perfect little ass with both his hands.

"Markus! Fuck, please!" Connor moaned, pushing back. "Sorry, ah! Deserve a sweet- fuck me!"

Oh, he definitely was going to. Once he did all he could with his tongue he pulled back and grabbed the lube. He smeared it over his fingers before teasing Connor's hole again. He doesn't tease him for too long, slowly pushing his fingers in.

The shirt is sliding up Connor's body revealing his arched back. He runs a hand down it, then back up. "So good baby. Doing so well. Keep reading for me."

Connor nodded and did his best to read, interrupting himself with gasps and moans. Markus stretches him slowly, adding in another finger. When he found the spot Connor's arms gave out and he collapsed, thankfully not catching himself.

Markus chuckles and doesn't stop, letting Connor fuck himself on his fingers.

"So close! Please, Markus!" Connor whined. Markus kept going for a few more seconds before he felt Connor start to tense before he pulled his fingers out. "Markus!" Connor growled out, ass still in the air.

"You stopped reading. I want to know what happens next." He grinned reaching down to pull his own clothes off. He sighed happily when he started stroking himself.

Connor glared back at him, taking a few deep breaths before looking back at his book. "Fine. Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, in such disdainful manner me to woo."

He let his eyes close as he listened to him reading. He let him go a bit longer before he sat up and ran his hands down Connor's back. He let his hands slip down and tease at Connor's nipples.

He moves his hands back, grabbing the lube again and slicking himself up. "Keep reading baby." He mumbles before slowly pushing in.

Connor whines, squeezing his eyes closed for a second until the pain subsides. Once he adjusts he opens his eyes again. If he didn't already know this book he wouldn't have been able to read it at all. "She-she sees not Hermia!"

Markus mumbles praises as he bottoms out, leaning down to kiss anywhere he could reach. Then Connor is wiggling his hips and he moves back before sliding back in.

He didn't take it slow, not this time. He set a brutal pace, holding onto Connor's hips to drag him back in time with his thrusts. Connor whimpered but didn't complain, still trying his best to read. He'd definitely get an award after this.

He reached out and took hold of Connor's hair, yanking his head back. Connor whimpered and tried to rock back.

Markus moaned as he made sure to hit Connor's prostate over and over again as his hips sped up, chasing his own release. He knew he wouldn't last long, not like this.

So he pulled out, and Connor whined trying to push back. "No! Please, please! I need it. I need you!"

Markus chuckled and flipped him over, making sure to put the book gently on the floor. "Color?" He mumbled, peppering Connor's body with kisses.

"Green you fucker!" Connor growled out, wrapping his legs around Markus's waist. He used that to bring him closer and kiss him. Markus groaned into the kiss, once again letting his hands trail down Connor's body.

Markus breaks the kiss and Connor lets him go. "Don't worry you'll be allowed to come tonight." Oh, he had plans to draw this out.

He reached under the bed pulling out their bag of toys. He searched around until he found what he was looking for. He also grabbed a wipe and cleaned it off even though it had been thoroughly cleaned already.

They had talked about doing this before and he thought today would be good. It seemed Connor agreed as his eyes lit up.

He covered the toy in lube before grabbing Connor's legs and pulling them so they were over his shoulders. He doesn't waste any time sliding in all the way. He makes sure it's turned on before letting Connor relax into the bed.

"So, do you want to keep reading or did you want to watch a movie?" Markus asks like he hadn't just stuck a vibrating butt plug up his boyfriend's ass.

Connor slowly sits up, his mind a bit hazy. "Movie? We can watch The Imitation Game."

Markus can't help but chuckle. "Again?" He didn't really mind, knowing Connor loved puzzles and the movie was focused on one of the hardest ones they faced during that war.

Connor shrugged and Markus just smiled. He pulled on sweatpants, and Connor simply kept Markus's shirt on. Together they made a whole outfit.

Connor rose from the bed on shaky feet but waved Markus off when he tried to help. They made it to the couch, not before Markus pocketed the remote for the plug and the lube.

Connor sat down starting up the TV and Markus moved to the kitchen to make popcorn.

They curled up together and every now and then Markus would turn the plug on, but only long enough to get Connor close. Each time Connor tried to keep his whimpers in, even with it constantly hitting his prostate.

By the time the movie was done Connor was ready to pull it out and fuck his own fingers if necessary. He didn't need to as Markus pulled his pants off and laid Connor down on the couch.

Markus pulled the plug out, setting it down on the table to be cleaned later.

He once again made sure he had enough lube on him before sliding in. He knew it wouldn't take Connor long, not after everything they'd already done.

Connor grabs one of Markus's hands and brings it to his own throat. It's not the first time Connor wanted that so he had no problem complying.

The first time he had to stop and look up how to do it properly. Connor didn't mind the pause but was very grateful when they continued.

Connor's eyes practically roll back in his head. Then Connor is coming, completely untouched.

It takes Markus a few more seconds before he's tensing. Connor whines at the overstimulation, but Markus knows he likes it.

Once they are finished Markus lowers himself down. He doesn't pull out, not yet at least. "Did so good baby." He mumbles, kissing Connor.

Connor sighs happily but breaks the kiss to yawn. "Mm, you better fucking stay the night."

Markus chuckles, "you know I always do." Connor nods and snuggles into him. They'll move to the bedroom again to sleep but for now the cuddle, content to just be in each other's arms.

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