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achoonihaachu · 2 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do the mc blind to glass for the datebales? If not thats fine!!

Make sure to take care of yourself and take breaks when needed <33

Dateables React to an MC who is Blind to Glass

a/n: I hope you like this! i'm sorry this took so long for me to get to but i hope you still end up enjoying the read! (i've got alternative endings for god must hate me in the works, a diavolo fic, and like 12 different requests! >< please look forward to all that!)

warnings: cursing, implications of mc getting hurt, solomon's a meanie, not proofread!

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Diavolo:

Now, this man is a little clumsy himself. He’s been caught by Barbatos bumping his head against door frames or pillars around the castle. He’s tripped in the gardens and he has run, full force, into windows.

That’s why Barbatos seems a little too competent for his job.

He’s more like a full-time babysitter and helper than just a regular old butler.

With that being said, Diavolo only really lets his clumsiness shine through when he’s sure that no one else can or would spot him; He’s got a reputation to uphold, anyways.

You do not, especially in the Devildom.

You’re known for your peculiar habit of walking into glass walls and hitting your head on windows.

He heard about the Lotan thing Belphie pulled and thought it was extremely hilarious.

Now, when he sees you bonk your head on windows, he’s less mean about it than the brothers. He actually rushes to you to help you up and he’s incredibly sweet as he tends to you.

With that being said, he’ll be laughing about it with Lucifer and Barbatos, trust and believe.

He thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and adorable all at once because he’s caught you on multiple occasions just walking into glass.

He sees you watch birds from the library windows and you’d mindlessly bonk your head against the panes because you were too engrossed with your important bird watching.

Speaking of bird watching, there’s a specific memory that is one of his personal favorites.

He had invited you to the Castle under the guise of discussing your stay in the Devildom but really he just wanted to show you the pretty floral arrangement an acquaintance of his had sent him.

You marveled at the flowers for a minute… Then you pulled the prince away to bird watch.

Diavolo was sitting on the ledge of the giant bow window in one of the many rooms in his castle, and you had accompanied him for the day. The glass extended out, like a dome, leaving enough space on the wall to be a little reading area or just some place to sit and ponder. Diavolo is built quite… heftily and he barely fit if he left his legs outstretched. The Demon Prince had his knees to his chest, with a small goofy grin stretched across his cheeks as he watched your eyes flit from one thing to another as you stared out the window. You were able to kneel, sit down cross-legged, move towards him as you gawked at the different animals you were able to spot from your seat beside the future ruler. Diavolo was too focused on you to look at the fire slugs or the phoenixes. Too caught up in his own admiration of the view before him, he didn’t realize that something rather peculiar and exciting had caught your attention because he was caught off guard with how quickly you shot up onto your knees to point it out. You tried to get a better look and- bonk! Your forehead came into contact with the hard glass. You hissed in surprise and your hands shot up to clutch at your aching forehead. The redhead beside you bursts out laughing, “My, that was really something else, (MC)!” He chuckled heartily as he uncurled from the slightly uncomfortable position he was in. He steps off the small ledge and stretches before he kneels in front of you. You pout, “You didn’t see it.” You mutter. Diavolo hums as he examines your forehead. It was turning a little red; he was sure that you’d have a bump on it for the next few days. “We’ll have Lucifer and Barbatos look at your forehead later but what did I not see?”

“Barbatos fell into a rose bush.”

“He what?! Where?!”

“My Lord, (MC)- neither of you were meant to see that.” You both startle at the sudden voice coming from the doorway. Barbatos stood, seemingly unscathed save for the small pieces of leaves and thorns stuck onto his perfectly ironed uniform.

“I didn’t get to see it at all!”

Barbatos

Barbatos has to deal with Diavolo. He’s seen some questionably stupid shit.

He’s had to save his Young Lord from completely making a fool of himself on multiple different occasions and it doesn’t get easier even as literal eons have gone by.

He wouldn’t outwardly show any semblance of judgment but you could feel it coming off in waves whenever you walk into glass doors or when you accidentally hit your head against windows.

When he first caught you doing it, he was a little surprised because he was sure that you were this perfect human, handpicked by his Young Lord and Lucifer Morningstar but… nope! And he didn’t mind that, obviously.

He was just worried that you’d accidentally get extremely hurt one of these days- Perhaps you’d run into a glass parapet and you’d fall out of the third floor of the Castle or something.

He’s almost always in protective dad mode, you can’t blame him for always being worried.

When he catches you falling victim to your blindness to glass, he simply sighs and walks over wits if he keeps it on his person since you’ve been in the Devildom to ensure that you’re tended to.

He sits you down and makes small talk whilst he inspects wherever you’ve hurt because of your glass blindness and when he’s sure that you’re all good, he smiles and nods at you before he leaves you to do your own thing.

Lucifer had business to attend to in the Castle and he had invited you along.

Ever eager to visit your friends, you immediately grab your shoes and you two head out.

Diavolo was insistent to spend time with you but Lucifer was quite strict- the Prince was forbidden from interacting with you until they were done with the paperwork; Diavolo was whining and complaining the entire time he was being dragged up the stairs to his office.

That left you in the company of Barbatos.

It was one of those rare occasions when Barbatos had you all to himself; no brothers, no master, no angels or sorcerers- just him and you in comfortable silence as you hung around in the kitchen.

Barbatos was busy with making his world famous treats and you were seated on the tall kitchen island behind him. The kitchen in the Demon King’s Castle was a spectacle to behold, truly. It was magnificent; with intricate gold lining the ceiling and a giant light fixture hanging like a tiny Sun. Your eyes wandered aimlessly and took note of the different shapes and patterns you could make out from the ceiling. You didn’t really know where to look; were you allowed to ogle at the butler in front of you? Should you keep your eyes on the ceiling? A flash of brilliant red passed by the open door to the side of the kitchen that led to the gardens. Red? You blink and stare at the door and once more, whatever it was flew by the doorway with such speed that you weren’t able to note what in the Devildom it was.

Then you saw it; A small red dragon.

You gasp inaudibly, it was so cute! “Barbatos! Look at it! It’s a baby dragon!” You hop off the island and head towards the seemingly opened door. One moment you’re making your way to the baby dragon and the next, you’re on the floor with a bottom throbbing in pain and a red mark on your nose. “O-ouch…” You mutter as you rub your nose. Barbatos drops the icing spatula in his hand with a tiny huff, “My dear, what happened to you?” He’s quick to grab an ice pack from the freezer; surprisingly, he didn’t magically create one from thin air.

“I uh- I walked into your sliding door.” You say sheepishly. Barbatos kneels down beside you, glances at the door and sees that you had, in fact, not seen the sliding glass door.

“Shall I request that the Young Master get rid of all sliding glass doors? As our guest, you shouldn’t at all get injured on my watch. You seem to have a habit of walking into glass doors.”

“N-No! Please don’t tell Diavolo or Lucifer! They won’t ever let me live this down!

“You have my word, (MC).” Barbatos tells Diavolo the moment you leave.

Simeon

Simeon is someone you’d expect to be graceful, to be close to what perfection should be like but no- He’s a bit of a klutz.

Aside from his inability to use a cellphone, he’s also clumsy and is adept in walking into walls and whacking others on accident.

He’s used to the Celestial Realm where everything is practically baby proofed for all the new angels (like Luke) so he’s not got a lot of “spacial awareness”.

He knocks into the corners of tables, leaving bruises on his gorgeous skin.

But even he finds your blindness to glass funny.

The absolute nerve.

He sits in silent amusement as he watches you walk into glass doors, making annoying comments like, “Oh, don’t worry (MC). Luke had a similar problem with the door yesterday.” :)

Like I said, the nerve of this angel.

He teases you relentlessly about it but rather subtly, unlike the brothers or even Solomon.

He makes jokes but he watches over you like the sweet angel he is.

He’s got about three different blessings cast over you to ensure that you don’t get gravely hurt from your glass blindness; Unbeknownst to you, he’s probably saved you from seven separate accidents.

Simeon has a young angel under his care, meaning he’s responsible enough to be trusted with the equivalent of a baby in the Celestial Realm.

He’s probably the best at tending to injuries out of everyone, even better than Barbatos and Satan.

He goes a little overboard with it sometimes; He wraps you up in bandages like you were a fragile piece of glass being packed with bubble wrap.

Simeon was able to steal you away from the demon brothers for the day. He was able to leave Luke in the care of Solomon (he gave the tiny blonde angel permission to teleport to him if Solomon ever tries to cook while he was gone), and you both decided to spend the day discussing life at a beautiful garden a little ways away from Purgatory Hall.

It was one of those cafes with an indoors and an outdoors area and it was absolutely ethereal.

Spending the day with Simeon was something you didn’t realize you were in dire need of. The angel was ensuring that the day was going perfectly and you were able to leave your responsibilities behind for the day. He insisted on paying for everything, he was adamant on doing things for you. (You refused to go along with it, though, in the end he settled with splitting the bill equally because you’re independent :) ) You two were at this rather popular cafe that was a hit with the locals; you had honestly heard of it when Asmo came bursting into your room after he went with Solomon.

As you sipped on your cup in this almost forest-y wonderland with Simeon, you understood the hype.

You two were sitting in the outdoors area and the actual cafe had glass walls on the back side. You were a little concerned at first because you thought that the cafe was completely bare at the back but after a closer look (and Simeon’s observations), you realize there were glass panes acting as walls.

Just because you knew they were there didn’t mean you weren’t going to walk into them.

You and Simeon were done with your drinks and you offered to buy him pastries as a thank you for taking you out to unwind. He obviously tried giving you some Grimm but you were quick to dodge and weave your way through the tables to enter the indoor cafe area again. The problem was you were so busy giggling at the yelling angel behind you that you completely forgot about the glass door and you, in front of a crowd of no less than 20 demons all dining and hanging out, ran straight into the door- face first. You yelp loudly and grip onto your nose as Simeon rushes over with a poorly hidden smile, “ We had agreed to eat desserts together, (MC), not glass doors.” He said, voice dripping with amusement.

You grumble and shove him lightly,” I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” You honestly couldn’t.

Solomon

He’s almost as bad as Belphegor in terms of teasing.

In fact, I’d go as far as to say that he’s ranked second among all the boys, only falling short just a smidge to the seventh-born.

He’s ruthless with his teasing and he lives to annoy you and tease you.

He’s only second because you don’t spend nearly as much time with him as you do Belphie and the other brothers.

Solomon has met probably millions of different people from all walks of life, all of whom have unique habits but he’s only met a handful of people who have glass blindness like you.

And you’re the only person he’s met where the glass blindness was to the extent you had.

Like the little shit this sorcerer is, he’d pull pranks on you in school- in front of different demons that aren’t the brothers!

Your dignity is non-existent in the Devildom.

He’d make illusions fly past windows to catch your attention and you’d be so excited by… say… the literal flying spaghetti monster by the window that you’d knock your head against the window.

(Solomon got punished by Lucifer for “bullying” but it was oh so worth it to tease you).

When he sees you get hurt from his pranks, he’ll apologize and help you up but continue to pull pranks on you for the rest of the day.

He’s the type of person to fix a problem he caused; the problem in this situation is an angry you who is giving him the cold shoulder and the only way he sees he’s getting back into your good graces is to suck up to you and apologize.

Solomon teleported into your room once, with your consent obviously!

You two were paired up for a project you had for potions class and you both decided to do it in your room rather than on school grounds.

Solomon was sprawled like a starfish on your bed as you highlighted your class notes at your desk. You two had the basics down on how to create the potion. Theoretically, it would be easy but you two had a few ingredients missing and you had to wait for your package to arrive from Akuzon. Something Solomon had realized about you was that you liked to watch the Akuzon truck drive away after it leaves your package at the front door. You reminded him of an excitable puppy; adorable and also extremely easy to mess with.

The view from your window gave you the best spot to car-watch. Sometimes, you’d curl up beside the window with a book you borrowed from Satan and just bask in the way the rubber of the cars’ tires burn against the road as demons drove by.

Alas, you couldn’t do that as of the moment because of the aforementioned potions project.

Solomon sighed as he stared at your ceiling when he heard a random car honk from the outside. He smirked and rolled flat on his stomach, “(MC), the akuzon truck’s leaving.” He states.

He watches as you jump off your desk chair and bound on the bed. You crawl across the span of the mattress and he watches as you try to stick your head out the window with a bonk. He stifles his laughter as you double over from surprise. That was absolutely hilarious. Your groaning was quiet and low as Solomon scoots closer, “Oops, sorry! It wasn’t the Akuzon truck!”

“Solomon, you better thank your stars that you’re immortal because I would’ve had your head by now, prick.”

“That’s mean, (MC)!- hey, ow!” You pushed him off the bed.

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caxsthetic · 3 years

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SLEEP THE NIGHT — miya atsumu

Type: Standalone Movie (One-Shot Fiction)

Cast: Miya Atsumu

Storyline: Tonight, he want to be the best boyfriend that he could be.

Genre: Drama, Slice of Life

He never cooked.

Miya Atsumu never dared to stand in the kitchen because he knew too well what could possibly happen. His twin brother who was now the owner of the infamous onigiri chain always told him that whatever he touched somehow turned into fire.

But he didn't care, at this moment he could only focus on the opened page of his tablet where your favourite food displayed. He tried to find the high rated recipe, even though it was not the simplest one, he just wanted to cook what was best for you.

After all, a perfect woman like you only deserves the nicest thing in life.

You were so patient, always supporting him through every step that he took. Never once you complained about his busy schedule, his almost non-existent presence inside the apartment you shared, or even the way he put you second after volleyball.

Volleyball always came first, that was a fact that you knew since you dated him long ago in high school. He loved the said sport more than anything in the world. His fiery passions, his energy, his time — he gave it all to a sport that he found together with his brother when they were just a silly kid.

And then came you, always silencing all those nosy new supporters when it was time for him to serve. Then came you, helping him answer a question that his teacher threw at him because he fell asleep in class after a harsh tournament.

You, a woman who helped him get through his days as your existence was like a guiding star for him.

He would fall into pieces if you were not there, walking by his side to remind him of time. He needed time to eat, time to rest, time to let loose and hang out with his beloved friends from high school. Atsumu was sure that he would be lost without you there for him.

So just this one time, he wanted to make it right for you.

"You don't have to cook for me, Atsumu." He just hummed to give you a sign that he heard you. "Atsumu, please." But he ignored your plea and continued to read the recipe. He wanted to do something good, something that a perfect boyfriend should do.

You could only let out a sigh as you sat on the kitchen island's stool, eyeing the national setter as he carefully added some ingredients on the pan. He hissed as the oil splashed out a little, hitting his skin that made him go into panic mode.

A chuckle slipped from your lips as you saw him frantically running to the sink, letting out a sigh of relief once he could feel cold water streaming down his hand, easing the pain in an instant. He really tried, today he really tried.

You didn't have the heart to stop him since you knew that once he set his mind on something, he wouldn't care about what anyone else's said. So you just sat there, becoming a company that he wanted, just like you always became for years slipping into his life.

"Come on, Atsumu." He insisted you to stay still as he cooked for you, and you didn't want to hurt his pride by walking toward him without telling him first. "Let me help you." So you asked, hoping that he would accept your proposition.

"Nope! Let me try this on my own." He answered with the same excitement as before and went back to his task. "Just sit there, I am almost done. Promise." Then he calmed down, composing himself so he could cook with a clear mind.

He needed to do it, he couldn't let tonight turn into another day where you ended up being the one who took care of him.

Atsumu turned off the stove before preparing the pristine white plate that would be used to showcase your favourite dish. He smiled in triumph as he looked at the masterpiece. Tonight was the first time he cooked a meal like this, and he couldn't help but be proud of himself for this one achievement.

Though, the glee that he felt right now was nothing compared to the twinkle that was seen in your eyes.

Your lips tugged into a smile as he set down the meal in front of you. He didn't want to eat, no, he wanted to see you first as your hand grabbed the fork. And the second you popped the piece into your mouth, he never felt this happy to see someone he loved enjoying his hard work.

You squealed a little, humming in satisfaction as you tasted the food that the blonde made just for you. It was happiness, written all over your face as you continued to eat, and each bite only made you crave for more.

Maybe this was what Osamu felt, maybe this was the reason why his brother wanted to be in the culinary career. To make people smile, to see the joyful look from your loved one for something that you made.

Wouldn't it be lucky to have the younger twin as a lover? Running a respected business, working together with a dear friend, all bills covered, making something that others could enjoy, things that his lover would cherish at the end of the day.

Truthfully — Atsumu was a little bit jealous of his twin right now.

Because with volleyball, he couldn't do the same. Sure, you were there on almost every match that he had. Yes, there was always a smile on your face as you cheered for him. And of course, you looked so happy as you stood at the stands with pride swelling your chest.

But was that enough to give to a lover?

His winning only belonged to him, it was something that anyone else couldn't enjoy, except maybe his teammate. Unlike food that could be tasted, unlike clothes that could be worn. Volleyball just, well, volleyball. It was a sport that he loved, one that he couldn't share with a lover.

Yet you never changed, you never left him. Even though he couldn't give much, even though he was not that perfect boyfriend who could pay all the bills and buy you expensive gifts — you stayed, for such a long time, patiently there even though he was barely around.

"Atsumu?"

He jolted when his name slipped from your lips. Brown orbs immediately finding yours that filled with concern, face softened at whatever expression that was shown on his facade right now. "Why don't you eat your meal? Do you dislike it now?"

"No, no." He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. "I like it, I like anything that you love, (Y/n)." He wanted to bonk his head for saying such a cliche sentence, but he couldn't help it since it was exactly what he felt.

You only gave him a smile before focusing back to the meal that he made for you. And for him, seeing you like this, so adorable as you shove your favourite food in your mouth — he wished that he did something like this sooner, adding some spices to his endless routine at the court.

Adding you, to his daily routine.

"I am going to clean the dishes, okay?" You said softly as you got up from your seat. Your plate was already empty with how fast you ate the meal. "You already cooked, so let me do this one."

He didn't answer and just ate the rest of the food on his plate. With his speed, he choked a little but kept continuing anyway. He gulped down a glass of water right after his plate was clean without anything on top of it.

"No. Let me be a good boyfriend to-"

"Atsumu."

The setter immediately went silent from the intonation that you used. Stern, yet still filled with warm. He didn't dare to say anything as you grabbed his plate away, afraid that he would ruin the perfect night.

Like what he always did, like all the nights before this.

"Just go upstairs, I will join you in bed once I am done." He didn't move though, eyes fleeting to where you were right now as you walked to the sink.

"You promise?"

You dropped the plate gently, letting out a sigh before turning your face toward him. There it was, a smile that always made him feel at ease. You looked so breathtaking even if you only cladded with old pajamas and hair sticking out like you haven't combed for days.

"I promise, Atsumu."

And with that, he stood up. Knowing for sure that you were a woman of your word.

Atsumu wanted to walk up toward you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he let his face rested on your nape, sniffling your scent as much as he could. But he was afraid, he never did that before, what if you didn't get used to him for being so touchy like that?

He decided to turn his head and ascend to the second floor where the shared bedroom was located. When he thought about it, he was rarely there, sleeping on the same bed with you even though it would be years since he had you as his lover.

Most of the time he was always out, practising until late at night, bonding with his teammates, and decided to crash at his friend's apartment instead since it was too far from his place to their gymnasium. Yet you always reached for him. Making time to give him some healthy lunchboxes and snacks in between your busy hours of work.

He realised that he was such a bad boyfriend.

"Hey, 'Tsumu-"

"You are coming today, right?" He asked with excitement as he zipped his team jacket up. "We are going to play against Suna! Ha, I want to rile him up so much I wonder how he is in the court right now." He looked like a child, gleeful as he looked at his reflection on the mirror. "You gonna be there?"

You could only stare at him, spinning your brain to think about what sentence that you should let out.

"W-Well, of course." You cleared his throat, cursing at yourself for even stuttering. "You promised to take me to that restaurant you reserved after the match too, how could I waste a chance to spend time with my boyfriend?"

And as you saw his face contorted into a shocked one, you knew that you were back in the same cycle all over again. "You forget, didn't you?"

"Fuck, I am sorry." He immediately turned his face toward you, fear coated his eyes. "I forgot to make the reservation and I— shit! I even promised Suna to hang out after that." He immediately took a few steps forward, wanting to cup your cheek as he knew you didn't deserve to be treated like this — from time to time.

"It's okay, 'Tsumu." And this was always the outcome. "Volleyball world comes first, I know. It's alright." For you to be so understanding, for you to realise your place. "Just make it up for me by enjoying your game. Win this game for me, maybe?"

He was relieved that you didn't get angry, most women would kick his ass if he acted like this all the time. But never you, never his (Y/n).

"You know I always win." He chuckled softly, followed by yours as he leaned in to press his lips on your forehead. "And today is nothing different. Why would I need to win for you just today though? The other match wins were all for you too."

"So it's like a routine, then?" Your eyes fleeting to pierce into his brown orbs. "Hey, 'Tsumu, do you have any plan for me today?"

Why did he feel like that question was a trap? With how your eyes filled with hope, he wanted to say that he indeed had a plan for you. But he didn't, and he couldn't lie. Because in the end, you always see right through him. That was proven by how the hope was gone even before he could part his lips.

"I see." There was a little remorse in your tone, and he wanted to cheer you up in an instant. "That's okay, then!" Yet you were the one who cheered him up, didn't want him to worry about anything. "Come on, let's go. I don't want your teammates to be wary if you are late!"

He frowned when he remembered that day. How he dropped you to stay with his twin brother the whole match, the way your eyes glimmered as Osamu gave you a lunch box filled with your favourite filling onigiri. The hug that was shared, that lingered longer as his twin congratulated you a 'happy birthday'.

Atsumu wanted to punch himself when he realised that it was your birthday after all. The reason why you wanted to spend time with him, why you seemed more clingy that day, of course. And yet, he was not the first person who gave you the greetings, even though he was the one who you saw first thing in the morning.

He always wondered about why you decided to stay with him in his free time that was almost non-existence.

How you always let everything slide, how you suck it up and just focus on his well being, how you answer everyone teasing about him being a bad boyfriend — yet you always answered with pride that whatever happened, he was a good one, and you were happy to have him as your boyfriend.

But at one point, anyone must have hit their limit. Right?

"What is clouding in that big head of yours, Atsumu?" You flicked his forehead, and it was like a reminder to him that he had you in his arms right now, laying under the warm blanket in the bedroom that you two shared. "Your upcoming—"

"You." He answered truthfully before averting his gaze from the ceiling to your face. "I was thinking about you, honestly."

There was a flicker of sadness in your eyes, and he wanted to curse at himself for saying something like that out of the blue. "I am sorry, I know that tonight was supposed to be just us enjoying the moment together and not being sappy."

He held your body even closer than before, afraid that you would be gone too soon if he let it loose. His body shifted a little so he could plant a kiss at the crown of your head, eyes fluttering close as he bathed on the scent that reminded him that he would never be alone.

No words were being said after that, just you and him in each other's embrace. Your fingers stayed in his unruly hair, caressing the blonde strands that slowly lulled him to sleep.

But he didn't want to sleep yet. He didn't want to close his eyes. He wanted to savour the moment with you, one that he rarely felt with how he always prioritised volleyball above everything else. Above you, even.

Atsumu rubbed his eyes from time to time, insisting to stay awake and gripped your hips a little tighter than before. Just one more minute, he wanted to feel your warm body cuddling against his skin for a little longer.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He called out, earning a little hum of acknowledgement slipping from your lips. "Can you call me like you used to?"

He could feel how your body went rigid for a second. Your breath hitched, halted as if the request was something that could hurt you. "I understand if you can't though. I am okay if you didn't, I just want to hear it again."

One second, two seconds, everything felt so heavy as he waited for your answer. He wanted to hear his nickname from your lips, it sounds so lovely, not irritating like how his brother called him with the same name.

"Okay, 'Tsumu."

He felt so relieved as he heard his name rolled down your tongue. Happiness, love, comfort, he found it all with the way you called his name. You always use that nickname ever since you dated him, and it felt like a lifetime ago since the last time he heard it from you.

It was just Atsumu now. No more 'Tsumu, just his full first name that still sounded so odd since he still couldn't believe his mind. No, he could believe it. With how much he neglected you, with how much he was never there in your life — he acknowledged it. He just didn't want to.

"You should sleep, 'Tsumu." Your fingers trailed down his cheek as you looked up. "You have practice tomorrow, right?"

You knew all about his schedules, all the things that he allowed to eat and things that he had to do. You printed his routine in the back of your mind, somehow up until now, you couldn't help but care for him.

"Yeah, I have practice tomorrow." He gulped down before booping your nose playfully. "But I want to stay awake a little more. If that's too much to ask?"

He mustered his puppy eyes, pouting a little and tightening his embrace around you. This was your weakness, to see him all clingy like this. And when you let out a sigh and giggle, he knew that he got you.

"God, I love you so much to resist you, you know that?" You whispered out under your breath. But then as if you knew in an instant what you had said, you cleared your throat. "Okay, I give in. Stop giving me that puppy eyes, Atsumu."

"Sorry, sorry." He smiled sheepishly before resting his head comfortably on the pillow once again, securing you in his embrace as you laid back on his chest. "One more question, (Y/n). And then I promised I would zip my mouth after that until we fell asleep."

"Alright, shoot."

He frowned a little, eyes scanning the unfamiliar ceiling. He was not supposed to feel like a guest in his own place. Yet as he saw the beige coloured ceiling with some starlight sticker, he didn't feel right. Yeah, it was the price that he had to pay for rarely here in this apartment with you.

"From scale zero to ten, how perfect of a man I am today?"

He heard a sigh, another one slipped from you. Atsumu could count how many times you had sigh because of him, and he really wished that he could make you laugh instead of giving you headaches like this. "Don't sugarcoat though, I just needed the truth."

"Ten." You answered without doubt, yet as he looked down, wanting to see your eyes, you didn't look up. "Not just today, you always had a perfect score as a man. Passionate, have a big dream, would do anything to achieve it. If not I am not going to be your girlfriend for so long."

Ah, he just realised that he used the wrong term in his question.

"Let me rephrase it, (Y/n)." He closed his eyes, thinking if he was ready to hear the truth or not. "From scale zero to ten, how perfect of a boyfriend I am today?"

You clutched the tight shirt that he wore at his question, burying your face on his chest to hide yourself. He raised one of his eyebrows in confusion, didn't know why you couldn't answer it. Maybe it was that bad, maybe he could never be a good boyfriend after all.

"Perfect." He almost couldn't hear your answer with how it muffled on his shirt. "You are so perfect today, 'Tsumu."

Though he could hear it so clearly, the answer. He wanted to hear the other statement, of how he was always a perfect boyfriend, just like how you told him he was a perfect man. But of course it was not possible, he never became a lover that you could be proud of.

All these time, you complimented him, you showed to the world his capability. His skill in volleyball, his soft side toward his brother, how loyal he was to his friends — but you never said anything about how good of a boyfriend he was.

It was just all about him, not how he treated you.

"Hold me," He pleaded, biting his lips since he didn't want his voice to waver. "Hold me tighter than usual." His voice sounded like a whisper as he held you close, and he wanted you to do the same. "Please?"

Miya Atsumu was not someone who liked to beg, he knew you always gave what he wanted anyway. "Just tonight." But he wouldn't gamble anything right now. "I just need it tonight."

He swallowed down the tears that entreating to escape from his eyes. With how your arm moved to hold him close, caging him in a circle filled with comfort, maybe this was enough to be remembered.

Maybe this was enough to be remembered forever.

"I love you, 'Tsumu."

You sat in the living room with your head hanging low, hands covering your face as you didn't have the courage to look up at where your boyfriend sat. "But I am… Tired."

This was the first time he saw you cry. No, the first one was when he won national all those years ago in high school as he screamed at you that he won for you too. But never like this, the tears you shed right now was different from back then. "I tried, I really want to stay with you, to kiss you every morning, to cuddle with you under the blanket."

He couldn't say anything, heart thundering as he knew what would happen next. He was not stupid, of course everyone had their limit, and after years went by with a stagnant pace in the relationship — of course you were going to hit it, sooner or later.

"But you are never there, 'Tsumu."

You finally looked at him, and you could feel your heart shattered even more when you saw his expression. He was dumbstruck, tongue-tied. It was as if he knew that this day would happen, but he still didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to believe that one day you would get tired of being second in his life.

"Does that mean…" He couldn't ask, knowing the answer to his next question. But he needed to make sure. "Does that mean you want to end this?"

The sunlight that slipped in between curtains was the one who woke him up. He hissed as it reached his eyes, forcing him to wake up. But he closed his eyes once again, stirring his body a little to wrap his arms around you, wanting to feel the warm that your body radiated.

Yet he was only met with cold.

And that was the thing that woke him up in an instant.

His breath laboured as he sat on the bed, brown orbs scanning the room that he shared with you. No, you didn’t just leave, right? But he scanned the room, again and again, searching for any kind of sign that you were still there.

Then again, who was he anyway, to know the signs. He was never here, he could count how many nights that he slept here with you. Atsumu didn’t even remember there were any photographs of you and him together hanging on the wall, he didn’t even know the time you decided to put some starlight sticker on the ceiling, he didn’t know what was the difference between this morning and the others.

Though one thing that he knew for sure, you would always be there when he woke up here.

“Then, please. Give me just one day! I just need one day of your life.”

Atsumu knew that this morning would come, when emptiness met him and reality sinked in as he remembered all the flaws that he had. His feet dragged him out from the bedroom that now felt suffocating for him. He needed you, he had to see you.

“But, Atsu—”

“I will prove it to you! I promise that I’ll make things right for you.”

It was so quiet, there was no music playing on the soundbar. You used to play some upbeat songs to fill the silence as you waited for him to show up after shower. Yet as he walked down the stairs, he could only hear his own footsteps.

“And then you can leave. You can sneak out when I am asleep. You know how much of a heavy sleeper I am, right?”

But then, he was right from the start.

“Alright, Atsumu. I will give you one more night.”

You were indeed — a woman of your words.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐴𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝐹𝑎𝑟 𝐼𝑛 𝐴𝑛 𝑀𝑉 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Certain NSFW and suggestive themes are included in this reaction.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

All of the members were gathered around the screen, excitedly watching how their new music video turnt out. Hongjoong was nervous though. He knew it was only a matter of time before the scene where you acted in with him came up and the others would tease him.

"There it is!" San pointed to the screen.

The boys let out hollers, whistling and some making disgusted noises as they watched Hongjoong make out with you. Hongjoong hid his face in Seonghwa's shoulder, unable to watch anymore.

"Oh stop acting shy. We all know you were anything but shy while filming this." Wooyoung spoke up when he saw Hongjoong's reaction.

"Careful Seonghwa, Hongjoong might bite your shoulder like he bit Y/N's neck on set." Mingi said, causing the others to clap and laugh even louder.

"I still remember the huge red spot he left after the director pulled him away. Took the makeup staff 15 minutes just to cover up those blotches and bite marks." Yeosang added.

"Ok ok! I got a little carried away!" Hongjoong admitted.

"Little? You went vampiric on her." Seonghwa side glanced him.

Hongjoong blushed red.

"These kinds of things can happen! Can't you guys let it go!?"

Hongjoong couldn't watch the music video anymore, too embarrased by the other member's teasing.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa couldn't help himself. You just looked especially pretty in the short, tight dress the staff had put on you. His eyes were trailing down your body, examining your curves a little too closely.

"Where have you been all my life?" Seonghwa whispered in your ear as he came up behind you, his hands caressing your waist.

"All right we're going through start shooting the scene right now. Seonghwa, are you ready?"

Seonghwa signaled an 'ok' sign to the director, who then promptly yelled 'action'.

As soon as the music started playing, Seonghwa's eyes changed. They burnt with fierce passion as he really got into his role. He had supposed to know playing a jealous boyfriend confronting his girlfriend and it was supposed to end with a semi-steamy kiss on the bed.....

Unfortunately, Seonghwa got a little too into it that when the director yelled 'cut', he kept going. His hands gripped your head as he kissed your neck.

"S-Seonghwa..." You tried to warn him but ended up gasping when his hands tore the front of your dress, exposing your lacy black bra.

"Hey hey hey!" Hongjoong called out.

"Someone turn on the lights!" Mingi shouted, his hands covering poor Jongho's eyes.

You snapped Seonghwa out of his trance when you called out your safe word. He immediately stopped what he was doing and realized what happened. He was so shocked that he had lost control, he was usually very professional.

"Oh my god...." He whispered in astonishment when he saw the member's expressions.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

It was only supposed to be a tiny club dance scene, involving a lot of jumping around, arms flailing around in the air, perhaps members getting a little too chaotic and doing weird dances....

"So how in the world did you end up practically dry humping Y/N?" San questioned Yunho, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched, his eyes completely judging him.

"No San, there's no practically.....he was!" Yeosang exclaimed, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Yunho lowered his head in embarrassment, mentally face palming himself for getting too carried away and, yes, just as they said, he had grabbed your ass a little too hard and started grinding his hips against yours, completely forgetting that there was cameras capturing his every movement until the music shut off and everyone realized what was happening.

"You really are a hoe. Turning an upbeat song into some stripper shit."

Yunho whipped his head at Wooyoung's words, nearly dropping the water bottle in his hand.

"Come on guys. Give him a break, I think he's suffered enough embarrassment for today." Seonghwa tried to calm everyone down.

Yunho let out a sigh and decided to just go look for you in the bathroom. He was quite a distance away when he heard San yell out:

"If you're going to fuck in the bathroom, you guys got 5 minutes!"

Yunho immediately turned around to speed walked back over.

"I swear to god San, I will bonk you upside the head like I did to Hongjoong Hyung!"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang's eyes were currently trying to set San on fire. The way San checked you out from behind when you bent down to pick up something did not go unnoticed by him. He was fuming and nearly broke his glass of water he was holding when he saw San's smug smirk.

"This little fucker..."

Yeosang huffed as he kicked himself off the wall he was leaning on. He took his place next to you, nodding when he heard the director's instructions, but knowing fully well he wasn't going to listen this time. He needed to make it clear who you belonged to so San and the others wouldn't get any ideas.

As soon as they yelled action, Yeosang lips were crashing onto yours, surprising even you since he was not a fan of PDA and especially not in front of cameras. But Yeosang didn't care, so when you moaned loudly when he bit your bottom lip, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

"Yah Kang Yeosang!" Seonghwa's voice shrieked out, as he marched over and pulled him away from you.

"What on earth were you thinking?!" Hongjoong demanded an explanation.

"Uh......oops?" Yeosang shrugged innocently.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa immediately went over to the director to apologize for Yeosang's actions. San let out a small "tsk" as he stood next to Yeosang.

"So unprofessional...." San mumbled to him.

Yeosang turned to him and chuckled darkly.

"Yeah...but maybe that will show you what you can never have."

San widened his eyes at Yeosang who merely winked at him before rejoining you, this time actually to film what was instructed on the paper.

"Did he seriously just...?" San was left to wonder that for the rest of the day.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's hands did not stop themselves as they went down your back to cup your ass. Without thinking, he lifted up your skirt, kneading your soft skin in between his fingers before he gave your right cheek a harsh slap, causing you to jolt up and whimper softly.

"Already begging for me my little whore?" He asked with a teasing tone.

"Excuse me!" Mingi exclaimed for the 6th time, this time making use of a megaphone he borrowed from one of the staffs.

"This is supposed to be a music video not a freaking porn movie!" Seonghwa cringed in disgust as Yeosang and Jongho hid behind him, trying to protect their eyes from seeing you.

"Nice ass though Y/N." Wooyoung held up a thumbs up towards you, with Yunho giggling beside him.

San immediately pulled your skirt down. Patting your butt lightly, he told you he'd take care of it and went over to apologize for what happened.

"Is it safe to look now?" Jongho asked.

"If I open my eyes, can you promise I won't be faced with Y/N's ass in front of me?" Yeosang slowly peeked through his fingers.

San chuckled and turned back to face them.

"Stop pretending like you didn't like that image."

Then he turned his attention to Wooyoung and Yunho.

"And savor that tiny moment cause that's the only fap material you'll be getting from my girlfriend."

"Choi San!" You warned him.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Oh my God! That was so embarrassing!" Mingi cried out as he slumped himself on the sofa, his face colliding with one of the pillow, but he didn't care. He just wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

"No it wasn't." Hongjoong tried calming him down.

"Really? You don't think making out with your girlfriend and getting a boner in front of the whole group and staff is embarrassing?" Yunho questioned his leader.

Mingi let out a loud groan when he was reminded of the chaos that ensued just moments before.

"Way to go." Jongho rolled his eyes at the older blue haired male.

"Ok that's enough of this."

Seonghwa grabbed the rest of the boys and practically shooed them out of the room. He then went to go look for you and dragged you to where Mingi was. If there was anyone who could calm him down, it was you.

"Just please if you're going to try something, make it quick and as silent as possible." He begged you, causing you to smack his arm.

You sat next to Mingi and stroked his hair.

"Mingi? Baby? Come on. It wasn't that bad." You assured him.

"Yes it was! I'll never be able too live this down!" He exclaimed as he turned himself onto his back.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend. Leaning down, you kissed his lips softly, making him giggle nervously.

"Ok you big baby. We got a job to finish, so let's go."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung got a little too excited at the thought that you would be participating with them in their music video shooting. He was all giddy and even more energetic than any other music video shooting they'd ever done.

"Hi beautiful." He winked at you when you came out onto the set and stood next to him.

You rolled your eyes at him since it wasn't the first flirty remark he'd thrown at you since you got there. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did you seriously just roll your eyes at me?" He questioned you.

"You're not going to do nothing about it Wooyoung." You scoffed at him, since you knew you were going to start filming any second.

What you didn't know was that Wooyoung didn't care. The cameras started rolling, but the director didn't even get to yell 'action' before Wooyoung was harshly gripping your wrist. He maneuvered you so you ended up sprawled out across his lap.

"Wooyoung! What are you-"

You yelped out in pain when a hard smack was laid on your ass, followed by 3 more.

The other members just stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. It was Yeosang the one that composed himself enough to march over there and grab Wooyoung's hand before the 5th slap landed on your ass.

"Seriously? This ain't no kinky porn set." He reminded him as he helped you get off his lap.

Wooyoung just sat there, completely unfazed.

"Hey. She needed to be a taught a lesson."

Wooyoung made sure to look at you intensely and with an evil smirk. He was definitely not letting you off the hook yet, which he confirmed when he whispered:

"Wait til we get home."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho nervously fidgeted with the buttons of his coat. He was so embarrased about filming a kissing scene with you. He didn't like the fact the staffs, and the members were going to be watching him closely.

You noticed how nervous he was and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Come on Jongho. It won't be so bad. Just pretend we're alone in your room." You suggested to him.

He took a deep breath and whispered out an "all right."

You knew you were going to have to take the lead since he was so nervous and could hardly move even after they told you guys to start. You hooked your leg over his lap, making him get super flustered. Leaning in, you kissed him softly. Jongho awkwardly kissed you back, his hands gripping the seat underneath him. You poked his arm and pulled back to whisper:

"Jongho, put your arms around me."

Jongho slowly moved his arms so they could wrap around your waist. Somewhere among the way, you inadvertently rubbed against him too closely, causing a tent to start forming in his pants. Jongho moaned into your kiss as his hands slipped inside your shirt from behind and skillfully unhooking your bra.

You pulled back and looked at him in shock.

"Jongho did you just undo my bra?!" You exclaimed.

"What?!" The other guys collectively asked.

"How in the world does he know how?!" Mingi asked in horror.

Jongho just chuckled nervously.

"One just kinda picks these things up..."

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//fatherhood headcannons//

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou / Bokuto Koutarou / Daishou Suguru

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7K (~550 a piece)

Notes: don’t come for me and my self-indulgence. Also >:C if you’re of age and living in the United States, go fucking vote. i am not asking.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He goes into this whole fatherhood thing with complete and utter confidence. Kuroo Tetsurou is convinced that he doesn’t need to have a single parenting book. How hard can it be?

It’s all just making sure his kid doesn’t die, right? R I G H T?

He tries really hard to understand all of your discomforts during the pregnancy, but wowowow he’s bad at it. You were complaining that your feet were sore and he just looked at you weird. You had just gotten out of bed? How did your feet already hurt? Your back hurts? How? You’re laying down?

He recognizes that you’re in discomfort and he, of course, doesn’t look past that. He’s going to do whatever he needs to do to ensure your comfort, but he just struggles to comprehend it.

I promise that Kuroo was so calm and cool and collected throughout the entire pregnancy and honestly, even during delivery, he was there to tell you how great you were doing, holding your hand, letting you crush his fingers in your tight grip. He would pat your head and occasionally give you little kisses on your temple.

But when the nurse asks if he wants to hold his new little girl and places her in his arms, oh he’s crying. He doesn’t even realize that he’s crying until he feels the tears stream down his cheeks.

It was in the following weeks that he realized just how hard this whole parenting thing would be. Sleep? Kuroo didn’t know her. The baby religiously started crying every night at 2:27 a.m. and it would take nearly an hour to get her to fall back asleep. By the time that hour passed, he was already back to being wide awake and would just lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep for hours.

The first time he ever had to change a diaper, he had to pull up a YouTube video to figure it out, but he’s not about to tell you that.

He has no idea how to dad, but Kuroo ends up being a really incredible father. While he may be lacking in the basic skills like knowing the correct formula temperature or how to properly hold his daughter, he makes up for it with his constant companionship.

You’ve walked in on him in the nursery so many times. He’s really not even doing anything. He’s just leaning against the crib, running his fingers across his little girl’s skin, still not believing that this is real and that that little baby is his, something that he helped create. Oh, it just makes him so soft to think about. He talks real quietly to her, telling her about his day, like she has any idea what he’s saying, but he still smiles so wide when she looks at him.

His little girl is his entire world and I just know that he’s an incredibly protective father. He knows that the world is a scary place and he wants his daughter to be able to grow up having the best life possible, even if it is difficult.

Bokuto Koutarou

It was an accident. It was 100% an accident. But, the absolute joy that lit up his features when you told him your happy news, well, you don’t think you had ever seen him smile so wide. He had picked you up to spin you around and covered your face in kisses. Bokuto had set you down and immediately squatted down to place a kiss on your non-existent baby bump, telling his little baby how excited he was to be their papa.

Bokuto does prepare, well, at least a little. He owns one book, but he has read it cover to cover. When he was reading through it, he would stop at something that he found particularly interesting and show it to you.

He didn’t really know how best to take care of you, but he tried his best! He would rub your shoulders or feet when you asked. He would make dinner after practice. He is absolutely running to the store in the middle of the night because you had a sudden craving for Cheetos and vanilla ice cream. Bokuto thought it was best not to ask what the hell you were doing when you proceeded to dip the Cheetos in the ice cream.

Bokuto forces you on walks. He read in that one pregnancy book that walks can help induce labor, so in the time leading up to the due date, Bokuto was taking you on strolls around the block multiple times a day.

But, he gets really busy with MSBY ;-; like. . . a lot. He wants to be there every step of the way, but he just can’t. Even after the baby was born, it seemed like there was rarely a day off for him to just spend with you and the baby.

Nothing hurt more than seeing the video of his little boy taking his first steps, knowing that he wasn’t even there to see it for himself because he was stuck on a bus in another city for a game.

This boy B R A G S about his kid all the time. Sakusa might just beat his ass if he has to hear Bokuto coo about his son one more time.

Games that happen at home are Bokuto’s favorites because he knows that whenever he looks up into the stands, you’ll be there, the baby in your arms, a tiny black knit hat with gold detailing pulled over his head. It always made his heart so warm and he seemed to always be on top of his game just so he could secure a win quicker. He just wanted to rush to you and cradle his little one in his arms.

He likes to toss his little bean up into the air, but he has absolutely bonked his son’s head on the ceiling and then proceeded to fail to catch him because he was so in shock that he just hit his son’s head on the ceiling. Insert one (1) bokuto koutarou suddenly regretting every life decision that he has ever made.

Surprisingly, he’s a really good parent? He understands the balance between being caring and supportive, but also having a firm hand on discipline. He isn’t much for punishments, because he’s going to feel bad, but he won’t hesitate to sit his son down and have a talk if he needs to.

God Bokuto is such a good dad please i’m so soft i just know that he would sob his eyes out the minute the baby is on its way

Daishou Suguru

please i don’t even want children, but i would make an exception for daishou suguru

Suguru is so?? stupidly?? prepared??

Like the two of you decided that you wanted to have a baby and this man went to the bookstore and asked one of the workers which pregnancy books were the best. The poor high school student had no idea

He took notes and was just constantly studying up on things. You’d think he was back in university again with how much he poured himself over these books.

While Daishou may have all of the technical stuff down like knowing the exact female reproductive anatomy and how it all works to produce the baby and he can definitely change a diaper with his eyes closed by now, but-

When the time came to put together a nursery- oh the boy was lost. He had no idea what to do. He’d never built a crib before. He wasn’t really sure why he was expecting it to just unfold or magically form together when he took it out of the box, but now he was just sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by bits and pieces of a baby crib, pouring over the instructions, only to get more confused.

Please go sit with him in his time of need. He’ll rest his head on your shoulder and rub tiny circles over your bump.

Suguru probably jumped a foot in the air when he felt that itty bitty kick against his hand. It took him by complete surprise and his eyes were as wide as saucers, but this really slow smile took over his face and you don’t think you had ever seen him so happy, a complete smiling and laughing mess.

He takes the best care of you b y e

Morning sickness? He’s right there to pull your hair away from your face and get you a glass of water.

Too bad he spent all this time looking up information on the actual pregnancy and had no idea what to expect for actual childbirth. Overnight bag? He said, “How long does this take?” He had no idea what to do during delivery. His dumbass just stood there until you demanded that he give you his hand and definitely screamed when you nearly crushed his bones in an absolute death grip, nails digging painfully into the back of his hand, but who was he to object. He wasn’t the one pushing a child out of his body.

Oh, did I say child? Try children. Suguru nearly fainted when the nurse said that there was “one more.” He didn’t remember seeing a second little peanut on the ultrasound, but maybe he just forgot in the overwhelming panic of the moment?

He was so good all throughout the pregnancy, but the minute the kids are born? It’s like he completely forgot everything that he read over the past nine months, but the softness in his eyes and the gentle smile on his lips the very first time he got to hold his kid? It made it all worth it. He didn’t know that it was possible to love someone so quickly, but he looked at the faces of his newborn children and he couldn’t have been happier.

Daishou has fallen asleep in the nursery chair more than once when he was up with the babies. You’d get up to see what was taking so long, only to find him leaned back, his head lolled to the side, two tiny bundles held securely to his chest.

In conclusion. I love daishou suguru and he would be a really good dad once he figured it all out

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Young Hearts Divided (5/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, underage drinking, mild smut, swearing?

Word Count: 2.7k

Part Summary: it’s a few days after Y/N received her horrible news. Since then, she’s been acting as though everything fine. When Gryffindor wins against Hufflepuff and everyone gathers to celebrate, everything comes to ahead.

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Growing antsy, I check my watch for the tenth time in the last half hour. Oh good, finally! Sirius is finally out of detention! I scribble down the last bit of my paper and start to pack up my things to leave the library. Lily and Marlene peer up from their work across the table.

“Are you okay?” Marlene breaks the silence.

“Yeah, just peachy!” I press my lips together as I shove my textbook into my bag.

“Y/N, you don’t have to act like you’re okay,” Lily tries to reason with me gently. “You’re dealing with something-”

“Everything is fine, Lil!” I snap.

Lily and Marlene jumps slightly at my sudden rashness. Comprehending what I’ve just done, I take a deep breath and fill with instant regret. It’s not my friends’ fault, I shouldn’t take it out on them.

“I made my decision,” I state calmly. “Now it’s done.”

I start to rise from my seat and place my bag on my shoulder. Checking my watch again, I realize that I actually have a few extra minutes, oh well. I don’t think I can sit here in this silent library for much longer.

“Where are you going?” Marlene questions hesitantly and glances between me and Lily.

“I’m supposed to meet Sirius in the courtyard,” I rush out.

Lily’s face scrunches in confusion. “What about James?”

“What about him? See ya!” I force a smile and head toward the door.

Now I’m certain Lily and Marlene are going to have a field day with worrying about me.

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Laying in the grass of the courtyard under the tree, Sirius and I just lounge around for most of the afternoon. I rest against the bench and Sirius baths under the sun. He surprised me with blackberries he stole from the kitchens on his way here. I’ve challenged him to catch them in his mouth. Even when he has the advantage of me dropping it directly above his mouth, Sirius doesn’t have the best coordination.

“No, a thousand percent! Heart is much better than The Runaways.” I agree as I drop another blackberry.

Sirius actually catches it, so i playfully applaud him. He pretends to bow, struggling to suppress his laughter. Rolling onto his side to face me, he grabs a handle full of berries from the pile on the towel beside me.

“Do you think you’d ever be in a band like that?” He asks.

I laugh, “could you see me in a rock band?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nods, dead serious.

“What?!” I nudge him on the shoulder. “Are you mad?”

“Mad about you...” He smirks cheekily, meeting my gaze with hooded eyes.

I roll my eyes at his flirtatious innuendo, pressing my lips together to hide my childish grin. I can feel my cheeks getting warm and it’s not from the heat of the sun. With a flick of my wrist, I pick up a berry from the pile and hold it up to his mouth. He glances at it and back at me, anticipating me moving it away. Hesitantly, he leans forward to take the berry in his mouth. His eyes remain locked on mine. Then, I hurry and pop the berry in my mouth with a snicker.

"Oh you're gonna get it now!" Sirius laughs.

He grabs me by the waist and rolls me over so that I'm on his lap. Relentlessly, he starts tickling me, knowing how much I can't stand it. I wiggle in his hold, but I know he's far too strong and I don't stand chance.

“Sirius stop!” I squeal.

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” He mocks playfully.

“Sirius!” I laugh nervously, trying to pry his hands away.

“Not the magic word," Sirius teases in a sing-songy tone. "But by all means keep screaming my name," he purrs.

“I don’t know it!” I plead, struggling to cease my laughter.

“Oh sure you do! Think, Gorgeous, think!” He snickers.

“Padfoot!” I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“There it is!”

Sirius stops his attack and I relax beside him on the grass. My breathing slowly subsides as I pant. Rather proud of himself, Sirius watches me with a grin.

“You’re the worst!” I giggle, watching the clouds flow by as I catch my breath.

“You say that but you love me,” he winks.

I turn my head to the side and meet his gaze. "Most days," I admit quietly with a giggle.

His face falls, "you what-”

“Y/N!” James's voice captures my attention.

I sit up to see him jogging over from the quidditch field with a smile.

“There you are, Darling! I’ve been looking for you," he greets warmly once he's closer.

Joining us, he sits on the bench beneath the tree and I crawl across the short distance to sit on the grass by him.

“I’ve been here," I point out nonchalantly. "How was practice?”

“Decent. I’ve missed you today," he charms, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

“We saw each other this morning,” I snicker.

“Yes, but you were with Lily and Marlene. I hardly got to speak with you," he dramatically pouts like a child who lost his toy.

"That's what meals are for," I lecture.

I crisscross my arms on his leg and rest my chin on them, enjoying this beautiful afternoon. It's honestly the most perfect weather and spending it with my two favorite boys isn't too shabby either.

"I'm going to head out," Sirius announces, already to his feet.

I protest disappointedly, "but-"

"What's up mate?" James beats me to it.

Sirius shrugs, suddenly gloomy. "Nothing, just promised Remus I'd help him with something."

"Alright, see you at dinner then," James nods. "You're going to the game tonight right?"

Sirius mutters an agreement and glances down at me.

"I'll see you Y/N," he mumbles, offering me a weak smile.

I nod, "yeah, yeah most definitely!"

I don't want him to go. We were having so much fun. He turns to walk away and I mood is hindered. One minute we were having a blast, like how we were before... well before everything. Now, I'm just confused.

“Hey," James pulls my focus away from Sirius. "Excited for Hogsmeade next weekend?"

I hum, nodding my head enthusiastically. "It'll be a nice change of pace."

"I had an idea! After the game tonight, let’s go to the Astronomy Tower,” he suggests enthusiastically.

I shake my head, biting my lip to hide my grin. This boy is going to get me in trouble without a doubt.

"But what if we get caught?" I inquire wisely.

“I’ll bring my invisibility cloak,” he concludes without a care in the world.

I hum, thinking it over. If we do end up getting caught, that's my third detention this year. James better bring his cloak if I do agree to it.

“I’ll think about it.” I comply, not fully, but enough to satisfy the boy.

"Perfect," he leans down and plants a kiss to the top of my head.

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I do another shot of firewhiskey with Marlene and it hits me instantly, putting me over the edge. Gryffindor won today against Hufflepuff, so everyone's celebrating in the Common Room. The girls and I decided earlier today to dress for the occasion. I bought a new red leather skirt over the summer when Marlene came to visit me. I've yet to wear it and Marlene insisted I pair it with her yellow Gryffindor t-shirt she cut to a crop top.

James bloody brilliant on the field today. Then, Sirius kept making me laugh through the whole game, making sly comments the entire time. I thought Remus was going to bonk him on the head by the end.

Marlene tugs on my sleeve. "Let's dance!"

"And where shall we dance?" I stumble slightly, in my defense the room is a little spinny.

Marlene twirls her head, searching for a proper place.

"The study table!" I announce, right as the idea pops into my head.

"Excellent!" Marlene clasps her hands together and starts dragging me through the packed space.

She weaves between bodies, warning people to move. I laugh, she is by far the most wild girl I have ever had the pleasure of befriending.

"Oh well hello there!"

Someone new grabs my wrist that's free from Marlene and I'm yanked away from her. I land into someone's chest and I'm met with a familiar pair of glasses. He brings his hands around my waist, gliding over my exposed skin between the hem of my skirt and crop top.

"Hello to you too, Potter," I greet, draping my arms over his shoulders.

"And where have you been?" He purrs, leaning in to kiss me I suspect.

Marlene pops up next to us. "Doing shots with me! Now, if you don't mind-" she takes my arm again "-Y/N here promised me we'd dance!"

"By all means," James hands me over. "I'll find you later," he assures me.

I offer him a wink right as Marlene tugs me away. She locks arms with me as she escorts me over to the table.

"Potter is mushy-gushy into you!" She shouts in my ear over the music.

"He's just a flirt!" I dismiss, not giving it a second thought.

"You're blind!" She teases.

Once we reach the table, I grab a chair and lead to climb onto the top. Heads around us start to turn and people start clapping.

Marlene shifts on her feet, swaying slightly as points to Mary who's in charge of the music across the room. "Mary! You better play Bowie right or I swear I'll make your skin blue for a week!"

Sweet, quiet, friendly Mary raises her hands in surrender and goes to put on Marlene's Bowie record that's always by the player. Marlene jumps up and down, getting herself energized as if she's about to perform at Wembley. The familiar sound of the album Marlene had me listen to the other night starts to echo through the Common Room.

"Yes! I love this song!" Marlene takes my hands and starts dancing with me.

We sway to the music and jump about the beat. I can't help but laugh at Marlene drunken dancing, it's just a mess. She raises our hands and waves for me to spin. My eyes fall shut as I twirl about the table top. I return the favor and she spins, nearly falling over. We burst out laughing, goodness this is just awful!

She pulls me closer to shout in my ear, "Potter can't take his eyes off you!"

I search the crowd of students decked out in their gold and red. Sure enough, I spot James leaning against the back of the couch speaking with Remus. He meets my gaze, a smile on his face as he mutter something to his friend.

"He's probably just wondering what the hell our dancing is!" I laugh.

"Then show him what you can really do," she urges with a mischievous grin.

I roll eyes and nudge her playfully, "no way!"

"Oh stop it! You know you can, I know you can, so do it," she encourages.

Marlene already starts climbing down from the table before I can argue otherwise. I glance around the room nervously for a second. Now standing at my feet, she waves for me to go on. A familiar rock song starts playing and I grin, I can work with this. Swaying my hips to the beat, I get in the groove of things. Marlene starts cheering and heads start turning. More cheering ensues as people start realizing what's going on. The attention encourages me to go on, I thrive off of it. If it weren't for the firewhiskey, I would never have the guts to do this. I slowly lower myself into a squat and roll back up flirtatiously, that earns a round of applause and cheering. I shake my bum playfully and send the crowd a wink.

A hand around my wrist yanks me down and Sirius stares at me furiously. He pulls me toward him and I'm flung over his shoulder. His arms keep me balanced as I hang upside toward his back. I swing as he marches through the crowd of riled Gryffindors toward the entry way.

"Sirius! Sirius let me down!" I swat at the back of his legs.

The raven-haired boy ignores my refusal and carries me out into the abandoned stairwell.

The Fat Lady gasps. "What on Earth are you doing boy?"

He ignores her as well, marching down the stairs to who knows where.

"Okay Sirius, I'm a grown person I can walk!" I whine.

"Then stop acting like a child," he snaps back.

"Me! You're the one who's been pouting around like a baby the past week!"

Despite my insult, he just keeps going like a bloody robot, march, march, march away! I press on his back to sit up right and peer over his shoulder to see where we're going.

“You can’t just carry people like a sack of flour!” I growl.

“You can when they’re acting insane!” He yells

I smack his back. “I’m not crazy! Take that back!”

His head whips around and he glares down at me. “No, you’re just an indecisive tease who doesn’t know what she wants!”

“Me the tease?!" I laugh. "You’re the biggest man whore whoever walked these halls!”

Abruptly, Sirius makes a sharp right into an alcove with a crumbled old stairwell and greenery growing in its cracks. He sets me down on my feet with a thud. I stumble for a second, but catch my footing.

“At least when I pick a girl I’m with only her! You’re switching back and forth between me and James like you’re the quaffle in a quidditch match! Pick a team Y/N!” He fires at me.

My head shifts forward in disgust. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He scoffs, glaring up at me as though I'm lying. "Just quit it, you know exactly what it means!"

I shake my head, dismissing his digs. "You're drunk," I reason in a hiss.

He narrows his eyes at me sharply. "What if I am? So are you, Love, but I'm not the one making a fool of myself."

"I'm making a fool of myself, so what?! I don't care anymore!" I scream at him. “Why do you care?!”

His eyes grow wide. “Are you fucking serious?!” He laughs breathlessly.

“No, you-”

In a swift motion, Sirius pins me against the wall and presses his finger to my lips. “Don’t you dare bloody say it!”

I swallow my tongue, remaining still as Sirius keeps me pinned hard against the wall. His torso presses into me and he keeps his finger over my lips. The silence is consumed by nothing else than Sirius and I catching our breath quietly. I bury my eyes into his with a deep agitation. He's the most aggravating boy I've ever met in my entire life. His sharp stare could cut me clean if I weren't immune to it. Then, to my surprise, his face softens and his hand glides to my cheek. My heart starts to race, it was before, but this time it's more life an adrenaline rush.

"Did you mean it?" He whispers.

I swallow hard, "mean what?"

"When... when you said you love most days?" He stammers nervously.

Oh. I said that randomly, without much thought. I mean, we were kidding around. We was flirting so I tossed it right back to him, it’s what we do. I didn't think... I didn't know that he would...

"I mean if you didn't-" he rushes out, avoiding my gaze, "-it's fine! I'd understand, I was-"

As he stumbles over his words uncharacteristically and I see his nervousness consume him, it hits me like a ton of brick. I did mean it, every word.

"Yes," I answer in a mutter, afraid my voice will give out on me.

His eyes meet mine frantically. "Wait what?!"

"Yes," I repeat, licking my lips anxiously. "I meant it..."

I feel as though my heart is in my throat and I find it hard to breathe. My eyes fall to Sirius's parted lips. I'm not familiar with this feeling, this urge. My eyes flicker up to meet his as his thumb brushes across my cheek. His dark alluring gaze pours into me like a starless night sky. Then, they glance down at my lips and Sirius shifts closer to me, if that's even physically possible. He leans in and hesitantly hovers mere centimeters from me. Acting on impulse, I finish the distance and press my lips to his. The sensation is unparalleled in this world. Sirius holds both sides of my face, deepening the kiss. I drape my arms over his shoulders and comb my fingers through his shoulder length locks. It feel so right and natural, as if we've been doing it our whole life. They just... Sirius and I fit together. He's like a guiding star in a world of darkness and I cling to him for life.

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crafty-business4130 · 3 years

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ELLO this herre be a timeline of season six for my Hermits Duplicates AU, which is about all of the hermits duplicates aka NPC Grian (who is called Dustic in this AU for lore reasons) Robot Grian, Evil X, renbob ect ect, who together and becomes friends and make a share base. This AU is a large mix of Isolation Misunderstandings and most importantly Found Family.

ive also opened up a discord for this AU so if ya liked this post check on in to there! there’s a lot more to this AU than what ived shared here today. now without further Ado check under the cut for the timeline!

Season six

Dustic and Ro stayed with TFC during the beginning of season 6 for a good few months or so before they took off and on the insistc of Dustic, they sought out Evil Xisuma and “tricked” him into friendship

Later on through chance, Badtimewithscar and Truesymmetry happen upon their now shared and slowly growing cave town base. It took some time to convince them into joining the base and to become friends but within less than a month's time BT and Truse have fit themselves in

Time flies by and the base is worked on even more with the additional help from BT and Truse, shenanigans a penalty as well, a small hand full of pranks on the hermits (Truse may or may not be the jinger and Dustic may or may not of been the salmon man) and upon their own little group

7 months and 2 weeks into the season Evil Xisuma is banned from the server and immediately Dustic starts working on getting him back. After some careful planning Dustic, Truse, and TFC work together and manage to pull Ex out of the void and back into hermitcraft with the other hermits being none the wiser. Ex self imposes himself into exile and stays away from the main hermit island and lives full time at the duplicates base, though for the most part he was already doing that so the exile isnt too impactful

The next 2 and half months are filled with some tension with both Ex getting banned into the void (which had dustic not gotten ex out of the void, Ex would have either gone mad/insane due to being within the void or would have been consumed by the void and would not respawn) and the soon to come village and pillage update that would lead to the hermit potentially finding them by going out to the new terrain. Things simmer down after the update falls upon the server

Roughly 2 months later Renbob has spawned into the server then on

July 19 2019 Renbob leaves New Hermitville in somewhat of a panic and crash lands into The Cavern Town (suggestions for a name for the base are very much welcome) and stays till Renbob hears the intergalactic hippie horn and then comes to aid Grian and Ren to help fight against “The Man” (aka the government)

Renbob sticks around the hippie commune till the end of the 77 ark, during this time renbob does his thing and helps out to the best of his ability. The German Tourist (Gtm76, or more commonly known as simply Gerry) joins the game on september 4th to visit docm for the first time since they both escaped together from experimentation in captivity

(backstory; some group of scientist ran a series of experiments trying to make a living sentient life-form. It took them 77 trys and Docm was their crowning achievement that was also their undoing. Gerry was the 76th try which while sentient his body had some defects that while with some cybernetic enhancements fixed the problems but it wasn't good enough for them so docm77 came to. Doc also had the same body problems but those didn't crop up/became unavoidable till later)

Anyway back to Gerry joining the server, he walks about and takes in the views before encountering Docm, who upon seeing Gerry bonks him over the head and throws Gerry into one of the cells fully convinced Gerry is an alien imposter and nothing Gerry saids can convince Docm that he is not an alien.(one of the problems doc had was memories. his life before getting his cybernetic enhancements was very hazy and he does not remember how he actually escaped nor the fact that he escaped with another person) Gerry stays stuck in the cell forgotten and alone with nothing but the uncomfortable prison uniform that reminds him far too much of the uniform he had to wear during his early life whilst in captivity.

During the area 77 raid Gerry realized that someone besides Docm and Scar were in the building and tried desperately to get their attention alas his cell was just far enough that the hippies in thier excitement to reunite with villager grian and the time machine they completely missed Gerry’s cell in the way back of the compound.

After area 77 is opened up as a amusement park, renbob returns to see if he can find his lost glasses (renbob was briefly stuck in a UFO that scar and docm confiscated then renbob was retrieved from the hold of it) renbob upon not seeing his glasses on the firset floor moves to the bottom floor and in his search he finds Gerry’s cell and Gerry manages to convey to him to open the cell even though the language barrier. They both leave Area 77 together and board Renbob’s van and heads for the Duplicate’s base where they all stay at for the remainder of the season.

Not even a week or so later Tomato Yoshi comes stumbling out of their nether portal, after completing his quest to be good at minecraft he then went back into the portal wishing to go where someone may be in need of his teachings. After moving in with the duplicates he helps them through their problems and initiates a weekly Therapy Group. He also trains Truse on how to fight blind, so that if she loses her goggles she can still protect herself.

During the time of demise they all for the most part stayed hunkered down and worked on finishing the base with a touch of everyone’s building styles mixed together. Then comes the end of the season.

With the Infinity portal came a dilemma, do they go with the hermits to season 7 or move onto a new world? The duplicates wait a week’s time before they leave the season which gave them all time to fully consider this new found option. BT came to the conclusion that he wants to be there for any new duplicates that may spring up in the upcoming years, to show them that they’re not alone. Truse and Ex decide to stay too for the same reason. Gerry decides to go with renbob and explore hyperspace in Renbob’s Rv. Dustic, Ro, and Ex go through the portal with Truse at the lead. Once on the other side Truse changes Ex’s entry message and Dustic teleports himself Ex and Ro down and into a cave system below spawn. Then they move towards the coordinates they all agreed to head towards once they've made it to season 7.

And that’s everything i've got for season 6 of the Duplicates AU, i've started a discord for the AU so if you liked this please stop by and say hello! I’ll be sharing a bunch more for the au over there as well.

#hermit duplicate au #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 6 #evil xisuma #evil x #badtimeswithscar #BT #truesymmetry #truse #npc grian #dustic #Robot grian #Ro #renbob #the German tourist #Gerry!#Tomato Yoshi

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minidigidestined · 3 years

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Antlion and Seung

A oneshot I started like a year ago and finished the other day. it is the meeting of two of my OCs, Antlion and Seung. Just something short, simple and fun... I may rework it and turn it into its own series!

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"Alright, Bonk, let's get out of here. I think we've got about all we can carry." Auburn hair tied into twin tails with string fluttered in the spring breeze as a stout woman screwed the cap back on the last of the many canteens hanging from the belt at her waist, slipping a morel mushroom into the straps on her back. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the hem of her dress, squinting at the fading sun. "Plus it's getting late. Owls will be out." Each movement--down to the most minute--efficient, sure and almost mechanical. A round toad, pale white and studded with cheerfully ruddy warts, stared back at her with scarlet eyes. He stood about an inch or two taller than his possibly human companion--well, if you didn't count her absolutely diminutive stature or slitted eyes, along with a few other uncanny features. Bonk cocked his head, looking concerned and almost as uncanny as the girl with his wide mouth and unwavering stare. His throat swelled with a chirp of warning, but the tiny woman was preoccupied with situating the plump morel among her gear. "This'll be some great eating! Mix it up with some roasted crickets back at the hollow and we'll definitely be good to hole up for a coup--" The ground rumbled with the slightest of vibrations, but silence hung heavy in the air--with even the cicada choir gone quiet, that definitely meant there was some sneaky predator around. "Bonk, go!" Without a second thought, the tiny lady swung atop her warty steed, grasping onto his parotid glands for purchase. The albino toad lurched forward with a mighty hop, abandoning their puddle of rainwater and shooting toward the trail leading to their burrow in the gnarled roots of an old oak... ...And slammed straight into an open palm. "Hm. I'm sorry." The voice that rumbled above them was thoughtful, quiet, calculating. And yet no less terrifying. A human this far in the woods couldn't mean anything good. Bonk fell backwards, chirping desperately as he sprung up to cover his friend with his heavy-set body, flattening down on top of her. Terrified, she pressed her face into the soft bumpy skin of his belly, mind rushing to think of the old Nature Queens her mother had taught her about when she was young. Something to pray to. To cry to. And quite possibly to curse at. She had never once been this foolish and oblivious before, but she had just been so tired and hungry... She and Bonk both had lost so much weight during the barren winter, but she thought with the recent rain their luck was changing at last. She got too excited, a rookie mistake when out foraging. "Stupid..." She grit her teeth together, willing her tears away as she felt Bonk's rapid heartbeat thrum against her face. "An albino--how rare and pretty." The once-before dreary voice now seemed to hold a bit of sparkle. "Let me get a good look at you...you're a big guy for being so bright out here. Figured you would have been eaten by now. Lucky one." Long fingers gently curled around Bonk's abdomen, lifting the little toad right on up despite his now outraged wriggling. "Piss rocket, Bonk! Piss on him!" The girl grit between her teeth. She knew the human would see her any second now--and once he did, it was all over. Bonk began to squirm wildly, spraying a certain kind of liquid artillery as his tiny feet grasped for his friend's hands. His red eyes shone with terror, the woman's own black eyes reflecting pure rage. The human lifted Bonk completely into the air after getting a firm grasp on his back legs, turning the amphibian with a sure hand to face their visage head-on. The tiny woman finally got a good look at them--tall and rail thin, pale eyes and hair brushed away from their brow and tied in a high ponytail. Everything about them seemed pointed and grim, fragile like glass, a stark contrast to both the woman and Bonk's soft, rounded and much sturdier looking shapes. "Such bright colors." The human mused, flipping Bonk over to inspect his belly. "I just can't get over it. How did such a garish little thing like you survive so long?" The woman eyed a strange contraption hanging around the human's neck, a circular lens catching the last of the fading sun. Bonk smacked the human with his front feet and swelled his throat, all out of pee and struggling to escape. I can't let this go on, The woman thought. Who cares about the elf courts? The rules? No one's here to listen in now. No nobles have ever helped me, and I refuse to let a damn thing happen to Bonk! The tiny lass, no more than a few inches tall, whisked her blade from the strap at her hip--be it but a sewing needle, she knew it could still draw blood if neccessary. She slipped the morel from her back to use as a, uh... Club? Shield? She wasn't quite sure at this point, vision going red with rage and brain dizzy with fear. He's all I have left. "Put him down!" She cried at the top of her little lungs. "Or else my Deathweaver will have a taste of you, human!" The human seemed to startle for a moment, flinching inward and glancing around almost sheepishly. Then their gaze flicked down, jaw going slack. I'm all he has. Anything but leaving him behind, She reminded herself as her blood turned to ice. She tried to imagine herself as a human would--being tiny was shocking enough she was sure, but her long ears, mottled white and tan skin, black spots, slitted eyes, whip tail and her hands covered in setae? She had seen how humans reacted before... Knowing some kind of earth magic would be great right about now... Anything more than a knitting needle to keep from getting stepped on. Oh, how she wished she had been as talented as the rest of her family! "...You look like a House Gecko. Mediterranean." The human blinked. "But a person. At the same time. Huh." She blinked back, then sneered. "I am Antlion." The woman gripped her needle, growling. "And you will unhand my friend at once!" She was shaking uncontrollably. The human continued to stare, Bonk himself going still and cocking his head as if confused by the sudden stand-off. "Well, I'm Seung." The human said, plainly. "I need to get a look at you." "Excuse me?! I'll poke out your--" Her war cry became a squeal when the human reached forward with his free hand. She rolled out of the way--just how Honey-Lavender taught me--but it still wasn't enough. The human's fingers caught the strap across her back, lifting her right off the ground. Antlion snarled, kicking her legs and thrusting her needle upwards. She laughed when it raced across the human's palm, making them wince. "Bring me to your face, Seung!" She hissed out mockingly. "Let's see you look at me with no eyes!" Seung's lips twisted in a wry smile. "What a shame that would be." "Eeugh?" Antlion felt heat rise to her cheeks before baring her teeth. "Let my friend go or your nose is mine!" She pointed the needle right at their face, wincing inwardly when she noticed something more along the lines of a paper cut rather than the grievous wound she had been aiming for on her foe's wrist. "You've got attitude. Usually house geckos are runners. How interesting. You do have the markings though. Does your tail drop?" Antlion stared straight forward, her black and silver eyes locked into his own. The clear blue of a frozen lake. An early morning sky before frost. Delicate as glass. She burned. She'd do anything to melt that ice into nothing. The little woman cursed her diminutive size. "Hm. I could see why you'd be frustrated." They seemed to snap out of a fog. "I guess that was rude. I've just never seen anything like you. And your companion is an albino american toad? With your...aggression, I suppose I know how he's survived so long despite his color." Bonk croaked indignantly. Antlion's eyes narrowed, her sword arm unwavering. "We grew up together, I raised him from a tadpole. I'd do anything to keep him safe--even slay a giant like you." "There's no need for any slaying." Seung said dryly, the edge of their mouth curling into something like a smile. "Let me prove it to you." Carefully, they lowered both of their hands to the earth, placing each of his tiny charges back on the ground. "There." Antlion's heart was in her throat, even as Bonk pressed his face into her shoulders, his body loose with relief. "What are you doing, human?" "I would just like to talk. Ask some questions." Seung said delicately. "I'm studying herpetology right now, and I'm the president of the photography club. The only member of it, actually." "I do not know what your silly words mean." Antlion's eyes became angry slits, the human's shadow encompassing her. "That's okay, we'll get there." Seung nodded, as if this were all completely natural to them. "What do you mean?" Antlion demanded, eying them warily as she sheathed her Deathweaver. "We are friends now, are we not? I have a bit of cheese and crackers I'm willing to spare. Let us sit and talk awhile." The little gecko woman blinked. This human was...different. Intriguing and unflinching. She held tight to her anger. Anger kept you safe. But it had been so very long since she had cheese... So even though she was breaking about thirty seven different laws...in their shadow they remained. "I will speak in exchange for cheese." Antlion huffed. "But we are not friends. You giants are my enemy!" Seung smirked softly, reaching into their bag for the snacks. "Of course. So, why don't we start with what in the world you are, then?" Antlion sucked in a deep breath. Bonk nudged her arm, looking just as curious and hungry as she did. She had been lonely for such a long time. Quiet for even longer. And this human...odd as they were, they were also kind. Gentle. Even after she had threatened and spit and spat at them. Perhaps they could be useful to a beast elf like her. After all, there were no law keepers to punish her for simply...using the resources around her, now was there? So she let go for the first time in many years, and began to speak.

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voidstilesplease · 3 years

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For @steoevents' SteoVDay

The Quest for Eros' Wayward Arrow (a demigod Valentine's au :)

Tags: 1.7k word count, fluff (??), Isaac's here, vague kinda confession but they get it, so are they together now? who knows.

I pretty much gave up on making an aesthetic for this one, so here's a cute gif I found on Google instead. It fits, I guess, since this is my last arrow! Happy Steo Valentine's everyone 💕

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Walking the wet pavement on his way to his apartment, Stiles reaches inside his hoodie for his dagger, eirènè. His senses are tingling, alerting him that something is off - something is following him. Inconspicuously, he bumps against a stranger in an excuse to turn around, half-heartedly apologizing, while his eyes scan the space behind him. Nothing suspicious to the common eyes. Then again, monsters lurk behind the Mist.

He pulls the hood over his head and continues walking, his pace faster this time. February in New York is cold, rainy, and with the possibility of snow, but hundreds of people still walk around the city, trickling in and out of establishments. It's going to cause a ruckus if there is a monster trailing Stiles. But it's better to end it before it starts.

Passing by a flower shop with reflective glass panes, he spots it - a disturbance in the atmosphere as it knocks back a potted plant from the sidewalk. Stiles thinks he also hears noises and grunts. Facing forward, he sets his jaw and straightens his spine to get ready. Stiles's fingers close around tightly on eirènè, veering from his direction and turning sharply into an alley, walking faster, leading himself and his pursuer deep into a more deserted location. Up ahead, he finds a narrower passageway, and he makes another turn toward it.

Seconds later, he hears an empty can rattling. He shoulders off his school bag and chucks it to the ground unceremoniously. Then, he pounces.

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What he finds himself holding his blade against is not a monster, though. It's Theo in the camp's orange T-shirt, choking on Stiles's arm around his neck. When he realizes who it is, Stiles quickly releases his grip. He stares at the boy wide-eyed, in a mix of confusion and anger.

"What," Stiles gapes as Theo bends to cough. "What are you doing here?" Stiles's arms flail. "And why are you following me? I could've hurt you, you know, dumbass."

Theo points an accusing finger, still coughing a little. "Hey," he glares, rubbing his throat with his other hand. "I slipped a note in your pocket."

Stiles frowns. Someone had slipped a note in his pocket, but that was back at school. "You've been following me since school? I thought it was just a random Valentine's note from-" he cuts himself abruptly. It's probably unwise to be talking to Theo about a nameless admirer.

But Theo is already narrowing his eyes, "Who's giving you Valentine's notes?"

"Hey," another voice grunts out of thin air, male, startling Stiles to action, raising his knife again and making a defensive stance. He sweeps his eyes around but sees nothing. It speaks again. "Could you cancel the glamour now before Stiles sticks his knife to my forehead?"

The accent and dry tone is familiar, and just when Stiles places the voice to its owner, Theo touches an empty space with a sigh, and Isaac, son of Aphrodite, appears of thin air, holding a limp-

"Why are you carrying an empousa?" Stiles cries incredulously, looking alarmingly at the unconscious shapeshifter. It's female with a beautiful face but hideous one hairy donkey leg and the other a prosthetic one made of Celestial bronze - and lying like a sack of flour over one of Isaac's shoulders.

Theo steps forward, pursing his lips. "We're on a quest, Stiles." he says, "And we need your help."

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"So, let me recap," Stiles says after Theo and Isaac finish explaining a bit of the situation. "Somehow, a group of empousai got hold of one of the god Eros's magical love arrows." Stiles looks at the two demigods for confirmation. When they both nod, he continues. "And now, they're using that arrow to bewitch young men into entering this blind dating thing where these vampire ladies could suck the poor, loveless guys dry?"

Isaac nods, shifting the limp empousa onto another shoulder. Stiles grimaces at the creature. "Eros called in a favor from my mother to send a quest to retrieve it. Aphrodite appeared to me to do the quest. Ares bonked Theo in the head-" Theo rolls his eyes hard at this. It's a marvel how Theo is an expert at eye-rolling now. He must have picked it up from Stiles someone. "-to come with me. Now, we're on a mission to take back our shared brother's magic arrow on this fine day of hearts and roses. It's all very lovely."

Theo gives Isaac a flat book before turning to Stiles, "Hecate explains that she can't stop the nature of her children, but that she can assist." Theo takes a purple pouch from a front pocket and shows it to Stiles. "The goddess had Lydia send this to us. Invisibility dust. We have enough for the three of us to come in undetected into the building where the empousai are holding the blind dates. At least, for a few minutes."

"What perfect occasion to seduce desperate men to their deaths other than Valentine's Day, huh?" Isaac quips from behind them, grinning dryly.

"Okay," Stiles says nodding, "and why do you need my help exactly?"

Theo pauses for a second, caught off-guard, recovers, then shrugs casually, "You're a very skilled demigod, and from around the area."

Isaac snorts loudly.

"Shut up, Isaac," Theo grinds his teeth without turning to him.

The empousa on Isaac's shoulder shifts and moans, but Isaac commands her to sleep again. She hangs limply once more - just like that. Charm speaking is handy and definitely scary.

Theo shakes his head, exhaling a long-suffering sigh. When he looks at Stiles, he puffs his chest and straightens as if he's about to reveal a life-altering secret. "It's true. We can use your battle expertise. But there's also something else," Theo takes another pause. "The presence of Eros's arrow won't beguile only four people: his children, children of Aphrodite, Hecate's children because it's currently under enchantments by the goddess' followers, and-" he stops again, wetting his lips. "anyone touching or near someone they're in love with."

For a second, Stiles stops breathing, quickly understanding the implication. It still throws him off-kilter, though. Did Theo really just-

"So," Theo speaks again, stepping closer, looking into Stiles's eyes. "I need you with me in this quest."

Isaac makes another impatient noise in the background, but Stiles cannot focus on anything else at the moment. His vision tunnels on Theo and the honesty in his eyes.

Finally, swallowing with butterflies in his stomach, Stiles finds his voice. "How do you know it will work on you?"

For a moment, Theo looks confused. Then, he laughs at the question as if it's ridiculous that Stiles even asked. "It will," he says with absolute certainty that his eyes are bright with it. "After all, it worked on Calypso's island. I have zero doubts."

At the mention of Calypso's island, Stiles becomes aware of the cold pendant of Theo's Christmas gift, sitting on his collarbone with the words for bringing me back from Ogygia where three azurite stones sit as proof of the mythical island's existence. And how Theo came back from it. Stiles's hand reach unconsciously to feel it, now familiar to his skin after over a month of wearing it with his camp beads.

Theo's eyes track the movement, smiling when he realizes what Stiles is touching. It's the first time Theo sees it on Stiles.

Stiles clears his throat, forcing down the heat rising to his face, only faintly aware of Isaac murmuring behind them - probably charm speaking pedestrians to walk the opposite direction or just muttering to himself about the delay. From the corner of his eyes, Stiles sees the son of Aphrodite move the empousa to the other shoulder again. But it feels as if it's happening miles away from him and Theo. Hands falling to his sides, he puts eirènè back to its sheath. Then, Stiles opens his mouth and asks, "How do you know it will work on me?"

Theo falters at that, studying Stiles's face as he considers the question. Then, his gaze drops to where the pendant is and flicks back up with a reply, "Won't it?"

Stiles bites the inside of his mouth to stop the dumb smile threatening to break through his face. But he knows his eyes must be laughing because Theo grins dopily at him, taking cue from his reaction, making Stiles's insides somersault in a giddiness he only ever knew with the son of Ares, of all people.

"You guys are pathetic," Isaac comments, and it's without heat that Stiles kindly tells him to shut up.

"All right," Stiles announces cheerfully after a few seconds of daffy staring, feeling like a total dork. He picks and hoists his school bag on his back. Belatedly, he thanks the Fates that he left all his textbooks in his locker. "Let's go, then."

"Finally," Isaac grumbles, opening his palm expectantly for the pouch of invisibility dust. "Do you realize I've been carrying her for a while now? This girl smells like a fried donkey."

Theo passes it to him, not losing the silly smile on his face, then fishes something from his back pocket. "Here," he hands it to Stiles.

Stiles takes the object. It's- "A Valentine's card?" He asks in amusement, but his heart is dancing in his chest, and he wants to melt inside, giggling. Di immortales. He can deal with cocky, short-tempered, impulsive, asshole children of the War god, but he can't handle the sappy ones. Stiles wants to swoon like no respectable son of Athena should. It's as disconcerting as it's pleasant.

Theo shrugs, looking so attractive with his eyes alight in happiness instead of fury. "At least, I get to give it to you this time. Happy Valentine's Day, son of Athena."

"Are we going or what?"

Stiles allows himself to laugh then, ignoring Isaac. Really, he should be more excited about this development. Aren't children of Aphrodite notoriously enthusiastic about match-making and romances? Stiles opens his backpack to keep the card in safety. He feels inexplicably light at the moment that he thinks he might float. Gods, he never knew he missed Theo, but he desperately did.

"Happy Valentine's Day, son of Ares," Stiles answers, taking Theo's hand when he extends it. "Now, let's go put some bloodsuckers back to Tartarus."

Theo smirks, brandishing his free hand in the air to conjure a weapon, a skill he now artfully masters. Instantly, a celestial bronze sword appears in his hand, folding smaller and smaller until it's nothing but a ring on his finger. It's so fucking hot. "It's a date."

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#Steo #SteoVDay #SteoEvents #Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Theo Raeken #demigod au #fics tag #stiles x theo #demigodseries

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random-ran-me · 3 years

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Tubbo in wonderland

warnings: vore mouth play? Heights Family not caring and other things like that..

Life is full of wonder and Magic but for some people wondering is hard and they only go off what they know even if it’s not true, Magic is non existent in a world like this..even if it’s right in front of them-well except for one very special little boy..Toby a young lad with brown Curly hair and Beautiful forest green eyes and lots of frecklessd, a rather normal looking boy, and to Toby normal was boring,

Toby sighed as his family played in the park, he was leaning against a oak tree as the wind blew bye his face with a Mighty gust, he was so bored bye these games his Friends and family would play, the same games every summer, he wanted something new and exciting but no one seemed to like new games..

he just needed-needed some-some wonder in his life, Mystery and Magic was all he craved, he was just lost is what he felt come to his brain, why was he like this? Most kids he met were just happy to do anything they were told but toby always questions everything even his parents,

his family has given up on him is what it seems, toby was one of the smartest 12 year olds he new, not to toot his own horn or anything but he had the best grades in his class however this isn’t what makes a person smart,

it is the ability to question and think about things that most people wouldn’t even think twice about, that is what being smart is it is the ability to have imagination and of all things wonder, but his family wasn’t like that. At all, he felt himself cringe and remorse from the thought, Toby didn’t have any friends so he was alone with his thoughts most summers sadly.

as Toby glanced over to his side looking among the tree’s of the park he saw a..rabbit? In a small park? That was out of the ordinary, Toby stood walking swiftly towards the direction of the rabbit, glancing at his mom for approval when he received a nod he quickly sprinted off in the direction of the rabbit, Toby ran past tree after tree before stopping to catch his breath, I’m so late late LATE LATE!! he heard someone saying from the bushes, Toby peeked around a tree to see a black and White rabbit with A pocket watch and a trenchcoat on, wha-wow, that is a talking rabbit Toby thought, hello? Toby spoke up as he slowly walked out of the bushes, the rabbit didn’t pay much attention to him still mumbling about being late,

well the rabbit didn’t pay attention to him until he tried picking it up, la-ahh! Hey! Listen here would you like it if I just picked you up? N-no.. but I was talking to you and you ignored me! Well then maybe you could have realized I was Busy! How was I supposed to know! Toby couldn’t believe he was having an argument with a rabbit..

Toby set the bunny down parting with its soft fur,

THANK YOU the rabbit said sarcastically, ugh I’ve got to go, and I’m even more late because of you! Toby took a step back at the outburst looking at his feet I’m-I-sorry Toby said but was to late apparently the rabbit had went down a tunnel,

That definitely was not there before Toby thought to himself, he slowly approached the huge hole in the ground

He found himself looking down the hole but couldn’t see the bottom he reached his hand out but couldn’t find the ground, odd Toby thought, he tried reaching even farther stretching his arm as far as it could go,

He felt himself fall off balance..

WOAH!

Toby felt gravity pull him down as he tried to get out of the dark hole, AHHH! He screamed as he fell, he expected to hit some ground, he knew the hole was deep but not this deep,

It felt like around two minutes where he still hadn’t hit the ground yet..

Help!?

He yelled but to no avail he didn’t get a response..HELP!? he tried louder..nothing…

Maybe I’m dreaming he prayed in his head, oh please let me be dreaming he pleaded,

Because if this wasn’t a dream He didn’t think there was any way to get out,

Suddenly he started to see objects? Like tee kettles and tea cups, he sees lots of clocks and a bed? What is happening?! Toby said in a protesting voice,

He started panicking as he fell faster, he flailed around trying to grab any objects big enough to break a fall from this height but he knew he was probably going to die..

His tears flew as the wind blew as he fell, AHHHHHH!!

He screeched.

Suddenly he felt sick as gravity seemed to change, Toby didn’t see what happened as his eyes were shut but all of a sudden he was on a ceiling?

OK he knew he wanted some magic and wonder but he didn’t want to be in a fever dream!

Wha-what?.. he questioned fearfully, where am I? He spoke out loud, he was alone so he was talking to himself,

How do I get down? He wondered,

Maybe..if I try this! Toby jumped and immediately gravity pulled him down again, AHHH!

Bonk

Was all that was Heard as he hit the ground

OW..

He groaned as he sat up with pain in his back, he heard a crack as he stood up..that’s going to leave some bruises.. he thought to himself,

Looking around the room he saw it had a round roof like a dome, it looks rather old yet classy Toby essentially sure, The whole room had curtains in it covering up well he didn’t know,

He looked over to a small table with a glass centre and a wooden outlining, on it small box rested, it had a small tag that was attached to the ribbon that the box was tied shut with, Toby stood up walking with a bit of pain as he approached the small table, picking the small box up to examine it, it was a nice Little box with a yellow ribbon and bow on top and the box itself was pink, it reminded him of Easter,

In the back of his mind he kind of wondered if he had met the Easter bunny earlier…

The tag on the box red

•Eat me•

Huh? I mean there’s no way this isn’t a dream Toby thought, so I mean there’s no harm in eating something you found in a box, in an unfamiliar place?

It sounded better in his head then out loud

Not like anyone could hear him anyways though..

Toby carefully pulled at the ribbon undoing the bow so he could open the box, he reached his hand inside the small box to pull out a cookie that was Square and the cookie had frosting that red “eat me” just like the tag,

I mean no harm could be done in a dream so I might as well just enjoy it!

Toby sat on the floor with the cookie and took a bite, the frosting tasted normal but the cookie itself was awful,

Gross yuck!

He swallowed the rest of the cookie that was in his mouth before putting he cookie down,

He felt tingling in his legs and then it started to spread all the way up to his head, Toby had to close his eyes that’s how queasy he felt,

His head hit something and the queasy feeling went away, he opened his eyes looking around him,

What?!

He yelled making the walls shake, he said was now 20 feet tall,

He had new clothes on as well wear ever the heck those came from, he didn’t really understand why he was dressed in winter clothing but he just reminded himself it was a dream right? Everything felt real but maybe he was just having a realistic dream

He looked back down at the table..now there was a small bottle that probably said drink me he thought sarcastically

He really didn’t want to drink it after that but maybe it could help him?

Toby very gently picked up the bottle and very very carefully took the Cork off,

He pressed the cold bottle to his lips just barely feeling the liquid inside Poor into his mouth,

He felt the tingling feeling again but he didn’t feel as sick this time, Plus he wanted to see what it looked like, if it looks like anything that is

His body shrank down to about 4 inches it was very distorting to watch,

His clothes magically changed right before his eyes..

He was wearing a green shirt with rips in it and blue Jean pants? At least if they were going to give him a shirt give him one with no rips in it he thought to himself,

This was his dream but he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to explore, at risk of it becoming a nightmare..

It is only a dream! he told him self he didn’t want to wake up yet he wanted to explore, even if his brain was telling him not to

I wonder what’s behind these curtains?

Toby walked over cautiously, he couldn’t really pull the curtain so he walked around it and behind it

There was a small door?

Toby tried to open it, he pulled and he pushed but to no avail the door didn’t open..

PASS WORD PLEASE

He heard ring around him, uhh? Abracadabra? Open Sesame? Open?

You dumb child use your manners!

Was all he heard after his failed attempts, uh I-my manners! Please open! He yelled,

The door opened he quickly ran out in case it decided to shut, he looked around him in awe this world he was in was Beautiful from what he could tell..but everything was huge now,

He wished he would have brought the terrible tasting cookie with him..

Because now he was alone,tiny, and in a pink and purple coloured Forest

At least the grass was relatively normal, but it was still beautiful nonetheless magical almost,

He heard the familiar voice of.. The rabbit!

Maybe the rabbit can give him directions

Hey! Hello? He heard rustling come from the bushes As a black and white rabbit head came out of a bush

Huh? The rabbit looked down at Toby with the most confused and disgruntled look Toby had ever seen in his life,

Then the rabbit had a look of realization, toby didn’t even know rabbits could show emotions but apparently this one could..

HEY! Your that boy who picked me up and that’s why I was late!!

Oh yeah sorry about that Toby said rubbing the back of his head with his hand

The rabbit walked closer to him almost suffocating’ly close

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Ranboo rabbit POV

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Gosh dang it ranboo had forgotten to close the wonderland hole and now a human had gotten in, I mean it’s not like there weren’t any humans in wonderland heck they’re are plenty but this one isn’t supposed to be here..

Phil would know what to do!

He just needed to take the tiny human to the mad hatter’s house but how?

Ranboo didn’t want to reveal his secrets to the human especially being a rabbit hybrid

But he didn’t exactly have hands in this form..

Oh god.. he needed to act tuff again..

HEY! your the one who picked me up earlier!

Oh yeah sorry about that the young boy said as he rubbed the back of his head

The fact that the boy was even hear was a miracle only descendants of the wonderland people can get in so he must be a descendant of someone..but who?

The boy started talking again and ranboo felt bad for what he was about to do but he didn’t know what he could reveal..

Ranboo swiftly grabbed the boy in his mouth almost slurping him in like noodle..

He felt the boy kick and struggle but the rabbit hybrid just gently tightened his mouth so the boy was immobilized

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Toby POV

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Toby kicked and struggled as hard as he could as his delusions went away..

This is not a dream.

At all and his brain new that..

He just didn’t want to believe it…

But now he was in a rabbits mouth probably going to end up as a snack for later as the rabbit did not swallow him yet..key word yet

Toby looked for sensitive spots in the mouth but all he new about was human sensitivity!

Just as he gave one last good kick the roof of the mouth came down on top of him, it wasn’t crushing him but the warm saliva felt weird on his back,

He shivered from the feeling

Plus his face was pushed against a tongue and it was disgusting..

He new the rabbit was running by the occasional bump and feeling of stoping

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Ranboo rabbit POV

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Ranboo looked around the hatter’s home but Phil nor Wilbur could be seen..

Ugh now I have to take this kid home with me..

Ranboo opened his mouth slightly to let more fresh air in for the little boy before closing his mouth hearing a scream for help with it

Luckily he didn’t live to far away from the hatter’s so he sprinted off to his borrow

Running as fast as he could he finally made it to his borrow,

Now this was no dirt hole it was just a home under ground it still had everything a normal human needed

Ranboo turned into his human form, the boy still in his mouth, he opened up the doors in the ground walking down the stairs and into the Area Where you could hang your coat and leave your shoes, he smelt the carrot stew his dad was cooking,

Ranboo tried to sneak to his room without being detected by his dad,

Ranboo! Is that you buddy?

He heard come from the kitchen, now ranboo would have said something almost immediately but since he had a fragile item or so he would call it, in his mouth he couldn’t exactly speak plus if he took the boy out he would probably cry or scream or try to escape his Grasp…

Ranboo bolted for his room looking frantically for a jar in his dresser or something till he just decided to pluck the boy out of his mouth and put him in his dresser drawer and shut it with a-

bang

Ranboo ran back out to the kitchen, oh uh-sorry dad I-I was just holding a lot of things and couldn’t talk because I needed to focus!

Mhm.. he sounded sceptical ranboo thought nervously, he’s trying his best to make his nose stop twitching but he wasn’t very good at hiding it..

Ok buddy supper will be ready soon,

O-oh-ok Ranboo Sighed out of relief

So how was your first day today?

It was good I was a little late but I made it to king techno with the local news

Good,good may I ask why you were late?

Just stressed a-and couldn’t find my way there immediately..

Well do your best son this was my job, and now it’s yours, you’re the white rabbit’s son, you need to live up to my name,

I know..

Ranboo said sounding defeated…

We’ll head back to your room I’m sure you have homework to do his dad laughed for a second

Ye-yeah I haven’t checked but I probably do,

And with that ranboo sprinted back to his room close ing the door behind him,

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Toby POV

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Toby wasn’t really paying attention he was mor worried about, yknow dying..so when gravity shifted and all of a sudden he wasn’t in a mouth any more and was in a dark cold place he didn’t question it he was just happy to be alive, Toby tried getting the spit off him as he couldn’t really see anything so he couldn’t really escape..

But what did make him question even more was the fact that he was pretty sure a hand had grabbed him not a paw,

Suddenly he heard a door slam shut and foot steps coming closer but suddenly they stopped and all went quite

Toby’s breath hitched in his throat as he waited for something to happen, and then he saw a crack of light

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Ranboo the rabbit POV

——————————————————————————Ranboo wasn’t sure weather to let the boy see his hybrid form or not but finally decided to just go for it as he slowly opened his top drawer,

He saw the boy give him a shocked look before cowering away in the back of the drawer,

Ranboo decided he would start fresh, or at least try, he assumed the boy didn’t recognize him but he could later or maybe he already had..

But he was going to try to get a clean slate,

Ok he was just going to be himself and talk,

Hello? The boy didn’t so much as look at him,

What’s your name little guy?

Luckily ranboo had rabbit ears so he could hear the Little whisper that came out of the boy,

Toby…

Huh that’s a weird name, you need a wonderland name ranboo said with his hands on his hips

The boy looked at him now coming out of hiding, yes it’s working! ranboo thought,

What about..Tubbo

O-ok he heard a whisper

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Tubbo POV

——————————————————————————Toby didn’t know why he expected a rabbit to Open the drawer thingy but what he wasn’t expecting was a rabbit it human hybrid to Open the drawer

He was scared at first but it seem to show no memory of him so he assumed it wasn’t the rabbit from before

He marked it as a possibility because he wasn’t really sure what was happening around him..

He could probably start flying lessons if he tried hard enough, especially in this world?

But the hybrid showed nothing but kindness to him so he deemed it more safe then anything,

The rabbit hybrid had asked him a couple of questions

He happily answered them even if he was a bit shy and scared in the beginning,

He asked the rabbit Hybrid‘s name which apparently was ranboo,

That’s a weird name like why can’t his name be something easy to remember like mark or something,

The giant rabbit hybrid put their hand down in the what Toby assumed was a drawer,

He climbed on very very cautiously, as ranboo lifted his hand up slowly,

So Tubbo I kinda need to keep you here till tomorrow so what do you want to do?

That was an odd thing to say but Toby wasn’t really going to argue he was kind of hoping that he go to sleep tonight and wake up with his family,

He knew that was a pretty slim chance though..

Have any board games?

Yeah, want to play?

Sure!

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Ranboo: Son of the white rabbit

Tubbo: niece of Alice

Philza: descendant of the mad hatter

Wilbur: Phils son

Tommy: also Phil’s son, (We’re just gonna say they’re the tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb but not quite)

Techno: King of hearts

Qwackity: Cheshire Cat (this is up to change) May change it to Nikki later

And there’s lots of others

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This is due to be continued

If you were questioning yes the land that Tubbo is in is real he’s not dreaming

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Part two may be coming out soon

This is not edited

And don’t worry I’m still working on my other fiction it’s just taking a really long time

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Please feel free to ask questions

#tw vore #tiny tubbo #my story #alice in wonderland #tubbo au

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urlocalbunny · 3 years

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Headcanons of the boys with a witch s/o?? ~ I rlly like your blog 💛

Hemlo! I'm assuming you're speaking about the stereotypes of a witch pictured in fantasy books rather than what's accurate and I'll go with the "brooms and cat and nice healing spells and charms in a big pot" trope.

When you first arrived and the others tried to catch you, everyone thought you were going to be gone soon. But to their surprise, Beliath flew around and hit a wall as soon as he tried to put his hands on you. "A witch." That's all Aaron had to say to make everyone get weary around you. The older ones had heard and seen witches when they used to fend for themselves. This one was rather... Endearing, as they apologized to the demon and fixed the hole on the wall sheepishly.

Aaron:

He's used to it as he used to help witches as much as he could when they needed it. He's seen some spells, but never up close.

When you summon a little ball of light and make it float in front of you as you walk with him in the dark, he feels pride swell on his chest at how clever you are.

He enjoys hearing your experiments and your harmless pranks and your protective charms that you insist he keeps on his pocket when he goes out to buy you food.

You give a nice touch to the garden and things grow like they want to, in contrast to Vladimir's side where things are trimmed and calculated.

He worries about you a lot if you have to travel for supplies so he asks you to do it when he's gone for the full moon because he kind of forgets about it as he runs through the forest. And he LOVES hunting with you after a good bit into the relationship.

If you're interested in his stories, he might tell you all about his encounters with witches before bed while you cuddle. When he's about to turn the beside light off, he kisses your nose, saying you're the best witch he ever met.

Raphael:

He adores smelling the plants you collect and feeling the crystals you have in your room. The sound of the little charms you hang on the windows make him feel at ease too.

He also likes it when you flip the book pages fast with magic and he hears you speaking from the other side of the room while you do it. He asks you to flip his and he giggles like a baby when you do.

He is fascinated by the sounds the spells make and he loves to hear you finish them and how lovely your taste with little bottles are, and when you give him a charm to keep him safe, he treasures it so much you're even surprised.

He loves to hear your stories and how much you love to do small things and work here and there for the townspeople with herbal medicines the doctor ask them to get from you.

He feels safe and cared for around you, and he tends to entrust some of his tasks to you because he feels like you'll finish them perfectly. Suddenly, Beliath doesn't really need to fetch books for him at the store anymore.

When he learns you can move objects and you have the idea of making braille stamps to translate books for him, he goes WILD with excitement.

Beliath:

As soon as he saw you through the wall you just threw him into, he knows he has to have you. You're ravishing AND strong. Also, you had the care to throw him against the wall without any portraits and it wasn't really painful, so you're a quick thinker too. It was a good spell.

With time, he becomes your friend then your boyfriend. The thing is that since he knows you're a witch, this became a serious problem when you're coming back home from parties. You already know what he's going to say as soon as he makes a silly face.

"Hey. I'm gonna ring this random lady's bell and you'll have to step on that trashcan lid and fly us out of here." "Beliath, no." "I'm gonna ring it." "No, Beli-" "POOOOOM" "RUN, BABE, JUMP ON IT!"

He laughs his ass off as you grab the lid, turn it around, sit inside of it and haul him out of the ground while he runs at full speed. Your hands hold his torso and he yells into the night as you breathe heavily because that shit was Scary™.

He also helps you constantly with supplies and some of his own knowledge on demoniac powers and tricks. You both can easily handle any hard situations without even laying hands on your opponents. That's a power couple right there.

You both protect each other and he actually puts your charms in good places even though he's literally a demon. You get the heart-eyes every time he does things right and learns a few simple spells for you.

Vladimir:

Prepare to be BOMBARDED with questions and your new job as a co-leader of the garden. The way you move ten seeds at the same time and dig holes on the dirt as quick as he ever could is amazing to him.

He inspects glasses and widens his eyes at colorful and contained reactions your spells make. He loves it when you explain how things work in detail and he feels safe knowing you won't be in trouble and you can protect each other from whatever.

He smells you often because the herbs you use on your medicines and potions smell good for him.

The first time he sees you on top of a random object floating around, you WILL get pulled down by his cane like a mango on top of a tree. He will tell you this is dangerous and will ask you to not sit on random things and fly on them, but when you explain how it works, he feels relieved.

One day when he's sad, you ask him to come to you from the stairs, but you lift his shoes in the process. When he sees he's walking in the air, he can't stop laughing. If the others see it, he will be flustered though.

Will bonk you if you come inside with herbs on your head and clothes. Clean urself before coming home! When he sees you sitting idly when it's your time to clean while the broom sweeps on it's own, he gets super jealous.

Ethan:

Will try to match and argue with your knowledge often because well, he's a doctor. How can you simply make Ivan's burnt skin heal instantly with no repercussions for the both of you? That's bullshit.

When you explain where do you take this energy from and how you manage it, he understands better. "So... There's always a price for things and you keep yourself in check and in tune with your savings to make the right spells... Interesting..."

If he makes you mad, you dye his hair different colors he hates for an undetermined period of time. He hates going out with orange hair, but pranking you was actually a good idea.

He likes your ointments a lot and he uses them when the boys are sick. You teach him some things and he teaches you others, like how to stitch someone's wounds and basic training on how to be a nurse and save someone with simple steps.

He thinks you look so cool when you fight and he asks you to throw small seeds on Ivan and Beliath while he isn't looking just to piss him off. It's your fun when everything gets boring.

If he's going through a hard time, you cast a few pretty spells before bed and make the shapes he asks you to to entertain him. He adores you so, so much for that. He will say it eventually.

Ivan:

The first time he gives you a gift, it's a snow sled for you to fly around on. He also runs errands for you and takes things out of your way. Basically, he turns into your apprentice and laps everything up.

It's more likely that Ivan finds his powers sooner while he's around you, because his minds opens itself to the possibilities and he begins exercising and training more often to find his own thing out of inspiration.

He loves your charms and spells, and he asks you to give some to Aaron often because he gets worried in full moon. He also likes to read tomes and books to you while you do what they say.

He appreciates you and your help to train him and keep him in check, and the fact you can handle him easily while he's thirsty makes it ten times easier for him to trust himself and overcome his gluttony.

If you take long to come back from trips he gets kind of sulky and asks you to be careful. He's worried about you and what could happen. It's also boring without Aaron and you around. :(.

Asks you a thousand questions and hears your stories with the brightest eyes. He flinches when there's emotion and action, smiles when you do and sometimes he claps in the end, then gets flustered when you mock him. You're just so interesting :(

#ml aaron #ml raphael #ml beliath #ml vladimir #ml ethan #ml ivam #moonlight lovers headcanons #sfwbunny #moonlight lovers fanfiction

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krsnbgirl · 4 years

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Fly High! || Kageyama x Fem!Reader || Part 8

Summary: Tensions are high between Hinata and Kageyama during their time in Tokyo. You can’t help but be on the sidelines and only step in when it’s necessary. Kuroo checks in with you and tries to help you relax during one of their breaks. Also, you show Kageyama that you’re going to be there for him whenever things get tough and he appreciates you for being by his side.

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Sports

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~3.5k

Taglist: @misnmatchedsox @monviemoo @love-beyond-words @bbecc-a

Author’s Notes: Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy this update~ Anyways, how are you guys doing? Today’s been a little rough, so writing helped me escape reality for a bit, haha. As always, it will be cross posted on AO3 and I hope you guys have a great day today! Taglist is still open <3

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You purse your lips as the following day of training camp went into full throttle. The boys were finally up against Nekoma and while taking down notes for the team, you began to notice the shift between Hinata and Lev. An unspoken conversation had gone down between the two players and the gut feeling you had the day before was finally coming into existence. Hinata’s goal to become one of the best players was growing stronger. He had always made it known that he wanted to be at the top. He’d show anyone just how serious he was to be able to be just as amazing as the Tiny Giant. As the game slowly progressed, you could see the new expression on his face as he continued to play. Biting your lip, you took note of this in your notebook to bring up to Shimizu and the adults once their game was over.

You winced as everyone watched Hinata go for the ball that was clearly meant for Asahi to spike and held your breath as they collided. As everyone tried to calm down the situation with Ukai and Kageyama reprimanding him, there was an underlying tension in the air. You bit the back of your pen and glanced across the court to see that Nekoma’s coach had also realized what was happening to your team as he smirked to himself. He was a perceptive coach and the smile he showed proved that he had figured out what you were meaning to share when the next time out happened.

Everyone finally settled down and returned to their original positions. You looked at your boys and sighed in relief when it looked like things were going back to normal. They had concentrated looks and were slowly getting back into the rhythm of things. You hoped that there wouldn’t be anything else that would disrupt the match. Just as you were about to relax and go over your notes, you were proved wrong when the orange haired player turned to say something to Kageyama that had Karasuno react in surprise.

“The quick that goes like whoosh...I’ll stop closing my eyes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as Kageyama’s face deadpanned when everyone heard what Hinata had to say. Biting your lip, you squeezed the pen that you were previously twirling in hopes that things wouldn’t escalate more than it already had.

“I can’t stay like this,” he continued, “I can’t keep hitting quicks that are set just for me.”

“You can’t, and that’s why we learned normal quicks. I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but if you have something to say, I’ll listen to it later. But if you’re gonna do that right now, I’m not going to set to a guy who I know will miss.” Kageyama retorted.

With the blow of the referee’s whistle, you let out the breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Setting your elbows on top of your knees, you focused on the game, silently thankful that nothing else had come out of that short conversation. Shimizu sighed beside you and you looked up at her. You two shared a look and while stretching your arms, the older girl sighed. Readjusting her glasses, Shimizu hugged her notebook closer to her as you continued to watch the boys play.

“That wasn’t just me who noticed the tension between the boys, right?” you murmured.

Shimizu agreed and voiced her own concerns, “Ever since the collision happened, the rest of the boys are all on edge.”

And before you knew it, the game was over. The other teams dispersed to their areas and the boys were doing their punishment once again. As you gathered the stray balls that littered the court, you couldn’t help but notice the looks on the boys’ faces as they dove across the floor.

The tension in the team was obvious as some gritted their teeth, others had their eyebrows scrunched up, and some glanced at Hinata to see that the boy was in his own world.

Taking in a deep breath, you knew that the boys were finally realizing what you had come to realize: Hinata’s greed kept growing and no one wanted to be left behind. You laughed when you noticed that Hinata had messed up on his dive and smiled to yourself. While rolling the cart of balls off to the side, you were glad to see that the boys were slowly realizing that this camp was the perfect time to grow. The teams from the city are hard opponents and it was finally time for Karasuno to level up. So, once the boys had gathered around to listen to what Takeda and Ukai had to say, you breathed a sigh of relief and mentally thanked the teacher for his poetic words. Out of the four of them, Takeda always had the right words to tell the team.

“You guys are the weakest team out of all the teams here.”

You sweat dropped as you took in their faces when he said that, but smiled warmly as he continued. “If we were to have an official match with any of these teams, they would be a troublesome opponent. Are we going to view them as mere opponents or teachers that we can absorb techniques from?”

You found yourself mentally agreeing with everything that your teacher was saying and as he wrapped up his speech about having more room to grow, you were glad to see that the boys’ expressions changed to being refreshed and determined. There was this refreshed aura around them and you straightened up, knowing that you had a little less to worry about. And as the boys were let on a brief break before their next match, you bit her lip when you noticed that Kageyama, Hinata, and Sugawara went outside to talk.

“Oi~ chibi-chan!” Kuroo called.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he jogged up to you and you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one of your legs.

“What do you want this time, you freakishly tall giant?”

He leaned back and laughed. You playfully rolled your eyes as he pretended to wipe a tear away from his eyes.

“You do know, everyone is basically a giant to you here right?”

“Yeah and what about it? You’re the only one who’s annoying me right now.” You chuckled and playfully swatted his stomach. “Now what do you want Tetsu?”

He shrugged and said, “I just wanted to check up on you after noticing the change in the boys during the game. You looked stressed and worried. Your leg kept bouncing up and down while you did that scrunched up look on your face whenever you began to overthink.”

Your eyes glanced towards the entrance that the boys disappeared to and sighed. “I’m not sure what went down between Kageyama and Hinata, but hopefully they’ll be able to fix it. As for the team, the boys have been doing alright overall and I think Shoyo realized what they need to be doing at this camp. I just hope Kageyama will be able to hear him out.”

Twirling the volleyball you had taken out of the team bag, you purse your lips as different scenarios played in your mind. Kuroo sighed and lightly bonked the top of your head. If there was anything he learned about you through the years he’s known you, it’s when you would begin to overthink something. You glared at him and he snickered before resting an elbow on top of your head. He looked down at you as you tossed the ball back into the bag. You groaned as he playfully added more of his weight onto you.

“You don’t gotta stress, (Y/N)-chan. Knowing those two, they’re gonna hash it out as always and everything will be fine. You gotta believe in those two because you know that they’re going to always pull through in the end, alright?”

You looked at him with some doubt and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Leaning into his comforting embrace, you wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

“I know. And think about it this way, if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.”

You immediately looked up at him in disbelief. “Did you really just try to squeeze in a chemistry joke?”

He casually shrugged and said, “Yeah and what about it? I’m trying to cheer you up. My jokes always work on you.”

You shook your head and laughed. “Only you, Tetsu. Only you.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” he exclaimed and stepped away to tower over you.

“Take it as you will, you big nerd.” you chuckled and didn’t back down, his glowering having no effect on you.

The coaches yelled faintly in the background that it was almost time to resume the practice matches. You watched as Kageyama finally returned and your eyebrows scrunched up as you took in his expression while Coach Ukai made his way outside to see what was going on.

“Look, if it makes you feel better, I’ll help you with your team since this is a training camp chibi-chan.” Kuroo said.

Your eyes widened in surprise and he laughed at your expression.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, I’m totally serious. The players have free time after the matches for their own practices. A couple of us were planning on helping each other with our strengths or just having mock games. Well actually Bokuto and I just wanted to play against each other like old time’s sake” Kuroo laughed and ruffled your hair. “If any of your boys come by, I’ll help them out.”

You couldn’t help yourself as a bubble of excitement rippled through you and threw your arms around Kuroo. He laughed and lifted you up into a spin before setting you down. You continued the conversation and walked towards Nekoma with Kuroo to quickly exchange pleasantries before the break ended.

Over to the side, Kageyama clicked his tongue as he watched your exchange happen and clenched his water bottle tighter.

“Oh? Looks like someone’s trying to swoop in King.” Tsukishima snickered as he took note of what Kageyama was looking at.

“Shut up, you don’t know anything.” Kageyama rolled his eyes before walking away.

You managed to walk up to him before he reached the bench and he looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. Meeting his gaze, you tugged on his practice jersey when you noticed that he was tightly clenching his jaw.

“Hey Tobio, are you alright?”

Asahi, Daichi, and Nishinoya choked on their waters as their head snapped in your direction after hearing your voice. Kageyama could feel his ears burn as you looked at him in concern and Nishinoya screamed. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get over her calling me by my name with her voice.’ He thought and you poked him in the stomach to get his attention.

“TOBIO?! YOU GUYS ARE ON FIRST NAME BASIS NOW?! SINCE WHEN?!”

Daichi and Asahi held him back and you glared at him to shut up before turning back to Kageyama. He sighed as his mind flashed back to Hinata’s words and tried to keep his annoyance at bay. That was a problem that could be addressed later when these matches were over. In the meantime, he’d just need to focus on whoever they faced next. Ruffling your hair, he set his bottle next to his things and began to make his way back to the court.

“There’s nothing you need to worry about, for now.”

With a sigh, you could only trust Kageyama’s words as the rest of the boysgot ready for their match against Fukurodani.

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The last day of the weekend training finally came to an end as everyone loitered in the parking lot as members packed away their belongings. You wiped away the sweat on your forehead as you tossed the last bag of volleyballs into the storage unit. The boys were all saying their goodbyes before getting onto the bus. Then seeing as Shimizu and Takeda-sensei were already in the vehicle, you took this as a chance to get a window seat on the way home. You also wanted some peace and quiet before the boys came onto the bus to start your nap and took your place on the bench that Kageyama and Hinata would usually sit in.

‘They wouldn’t mind if I stole their seat just this once, right?’ you thought and mentally shrugged. You plugged in your earphones to drone out the noise as the boys began to slowly file into the bus and closed your eyes in hopes that no one would bother you while trying to relax.

Just as you were about to nod off, a light tap was felt on your shoulder. You jumped in surprise when you saw Kageyama looking the other way. Your eyes went over to the single seater row across from you and noticed Hinata had already taken a seat, looking out the window. With a silent understanding, you stood up and grabbed your bag from the empty seat next to you. He raised an eyebrow before taking your previous seat and you nonchalantly shrugged as Takeda-sensei started the bus.

“Window seats are better to help clear the mind.” You murmured before sitting down and took out the last of your homework.

He grunted at the sight of the assignments he still had to do once he got back home and you softly giggled at his response. After getting situated and the bus was finally on the highway back home, you nudged him. Kageyama looked down at the earbud you were offering and then back at you once again. You simply grabbed his palm and put the wireless bud in his hand before tapping the one you already had in your ear.

“It’ll help you keep your mind off things.”

Before he could say anything to you, the volume of the song playing was turned up and you started to work on your homework. He stared at you in surprise to find one of his favorite artists playing and sighed before relaxing in his seat. Resting his chin on the top of his palm, he looked out the window. Catching your reflection behind him, his eyes softened as he let his mind drift, thankful that you lent your support in a way he was comfortable with.

You let out a yawn as you sleepily made your way out of the girl’s changing room and shouldered your backpack to prevent it from slipping off of your shoulders. Tilting your head to the side, you noticed that the light in the gym was still on. With a shake of your head, you had a good feeling as to who was in there. You couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of your nose in hopes that your gut was wrong. Peeping your head through the door, you let out an exasperated sigh to find Hinata and Kageyama in the gym with a basket of volleyballs near them.

“Shouldn’t you guys be heading home?” you asked as you stepped into the gym and crossed your arms.

Hinata smiled sheepishly and said. “(Y/N)-chan, if you don’t mind, could you throw us some balls?”

Your eyes shifted over towards Kageyama and he shrugged before tossing one of the balls at you. Huffing to yourself as you caught the ball, you dropped your bag by the door before joining them onto the court. After tossing them the ball for a couple of moments, you groaned when you felt the tensions rise once more. Hinata was trying to keep his eyes open and you noticed that he wasn’t jumping at his highest point anymore. You knew that Kageyama noticed after several tries and you were debating if you should try to stop them. The frustration was growing evident on both of their faces and you bit your lip as Hinata asked for one more time.

“Instead of practicing an attack we’re not sure you’ll be able to do, you should be working on the attacks we’ve been using, as well as serving and blocking!” Kageyama snapped.

You held your breath as their conversation got more heated and before you knew it, the boys were at each other’s throats. While waiting for the right moment to step in, Kageyama grabbed a hold of Hinata’s shirt and he was thrown onto the floor in seconds. You began to worry because this looked a lot more serious compared to the previous fights they’ve had. So, taking a deep breath, you were about to yell at them to stop fighting, especially once Kageyama refused to set for him, but things seemed to happen too fast for you to keep up. You froze as Hinata jumped back into his feet and tried to tackle Kageyama to the floor. Knowing that the two were too blinded by their emotions for you to intercept, you ran towards the clubroom to get someone to stop them.

“Ryu-nii!” you exclaimed when you spotted him at the bottom of the staircase.

He jumped at your alarmed expression and tugged on his arm, pointing towards the gym.

“What’s the matter?”

You turned back to him with worried eyes and said, “Shoyo and Tobio are fighting!”

Without a moment to waste, Tanaka rushed towards the gym before yelling at the two to stop it. You winced when you witnessed the two of them get punched by their upperclassman. Knowing that it was the perfect chance to help diffuse the situation, you got a hold of Kageyama while Tanaka held Hinata back.

“You guys need to calm the fuck down, right now!” you exclaimed.

The boys paused when they heard you and Kageyama looked down when he finally realized that you were holding him back. He noticed the frustrating and disappointed look on your face and gulped. With more awareness of his surroundings, Kageyama felt your hands slightly trembling as you held him back and he immediately tried to relax his body. It was hard for him because Hinata seemed to not listen to anyone and there wasn't enough time for him to master the new quick. With a sigh, you let go of Kageyama and made your way towards your backpack to take out the first aid kit you always carried for emergencies.

“That’s enough. I know the both of you have different opinions right now but we all just got back from camp. We’re all tired and you idiots might be getting way too heated because of the exhaustion. Take a moment for yourselves and really think about what each other have said, alright?” you hissed before approaching your friends.

Tanaka proudly smiled as he watched them obediently listen to you and ruffled your hair as he made his way out. He knew that there weren’t going to be any more scuffles with the way the boys looked at opposite directions as you bandaged their bruises and cuts.

“You got this from here, (Y/N)-chan?” Tanaka asked.

You hummed in response and waved him off while you concentrated on putting a bandage on Kageyama’s cheek. “You can go home Ryu-nii, thanks for breaking these two idiots apart.”

He laughed and waved goodbye. Pausing at the doorway he glared at the two before threatening, “You guys better make sure she gets home safe or else Noya and I will make sure you’re going through hell the next time we see you.”

“Y-YES SIR!” they exclaimed and you rolled your eyes while walking to your bag to pack up your things.

Glaring at the two of them with your bag slung onto your shoulders, you went towards the basket of volleyballs to put it away.

“Go get your things, we’re going home.”

You and Kageyama walked in silence ever since Hinata darted off once you locked up the gym. The three of you usually went home together but knowing that they needed to cool down, you understood why Hinata decided to separate himself for now. You sighed to yourself after noticing that Kageyama never stopped frowning and his eyebrows furrowed deeply together. He was in deep thought, probably trying to analyze why things weren’t going right, and you just needed to find a small distraction to help him get out of his head. As you approached an intersection, you threw your hands behind your head.

“You know, you’re going to get wrinkles faster with the way you’re always frowning.” you said.

“Huh?!” he asked as he glared down at you and you looked at him from your peripherals, unphased by his reaction.

Without thinking, you reached up and pressed the spot between his eyebrows, causing his face to relax. He rolled his eyes at you before swatting away your hands and continued the way home.

“Whatever, you’re annoying.”

“I know you’re worried, but you have to realize that Shoyo is right to some degree.” you said.

He clicked his tongue but let you continue what you had to say.

“It’s true that your guys’ special quick attack is something that no one else can do, but your opponents are now being more attentive towards you guys.” you said as you came to a stop, waiting for the crosswalk to turn white.

“You’re also not wrong that there isn’t enough time and that you guys should be fine tuning the weapons you already have, but I believe in you two.” you finished softly and tugged on the strap of his bag.

He turned to see what had caught your attention and it was a kid’s volleyball flyer. You shrugged and said, “Maybe going back to your roots could help you realize what he sees and needs you to do.”

Kageyama sighed as the light changed for you guys to walk and silently continued to walk in front of you. You stared at his back while lost in your own thoughts for a bit. Hinata and Kageyama were complete opposites, yet they complimented each other’s play styles. You simply hoped that after this fight, they’d bounce back twice as strong. So for now, you were just going to do whatever you could to help them. Shaking any worries away, you matched his pace and stuffed your hands into the pockets of your team jacket. For the rest of the way back, the two of you were lost in their own thoughts. Once you reached your house, he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly and told you that he’ll text you once he gets home safely. With a defeated sigh, you prayed that things will slowly get better for the two boys.

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mostly-megan · 3 years

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WIP Game

I was called out graciously tagged by the dreamy @zeldasayer and realized suddenly just how many I am currently working on. 💚✨

At Home With The Daniels (Whiskey x Gin x Nanny, follow-up to Cabana Nights)

“Levon, honey, you need to keep the towel around you to keep you dry,” you gently remind him as you adjusted his hands to grip the edges of the warm cloth. The poor boy looked like a wet puppy with his sad expression and drooping, wet curls falling in his eyes. You brush them back, catching his attention with a warm smile.

“He’s just grabbing something, he’ll be right back,” ruffling his hair earns you a shy smile as he toddles over to clammer onto the soft outdoor couch with you. You have to bite back a giggle at the huff he lets out as he leans against you. Angling your head to see inside, you catch a glimpse of Jack walking back and forth with the phone cradled against his shoulder. His wet hair hangs like the little boy next to you as droplets skitter down the angular planes of his broad back.

Before you start to consider the peek of his slightly too tight swim trunks under his robe, the lithe tones of the children’s mother float from the front room. “Well, hello, my little ducklings! Are you having a fun day with Papa?”

Nerd Hot Talk (Stressed!Frankie Morales x F!Reader: Funny/Fluffy/Dumb Dirty Talk)

Slowly opening his soulful eyes to meet your, he lifts your hand to his lips to delicately kiss the knuckle, “What would I do with out you, mi amor?” You feel your face get a bit hot as you lean down to kiss him softly, leaning your cheek on his as you read over what he has done.

“Hmm, you’d probably sit here for even more hours each day. Are you making any progress?” He inhales deeply and lefts the hard exhale puff out of his plush lips, “Well, it looks like I have all of the preliminary reports finished, but I need to get everything setup for the instructor and my sponsor so they came have everything they need to fill out.”

He rubs his eyes with one hand, you stand to his side and look over the papers at the front. “And, of course, we can’t forget the insurance, lesson requisites, and medical record forms…” He wraps his arm around your waist to bring you into his lap, resting his head on your tummy and letting out a sigh as you lay an arm around his neck.

“If you keep doing that, I think you’re going to use up all the air in the house.” He scoffs, looking back up at you, “Oh, you’re funny. You guys hear her? She’s got jokes.” His eyes are tired, the whites look slightly gray and are tinged with red around the edges. But they still sparkle at you the same way they did when you first met.

Back From Basics (Post-Boot Camp!Frankie x F!Reader: It’s just smut with a little comfort...)

After sitting on the couch for a while just talking for hours, it dissolves like it always used to into slow kisses and passionate making out. It’s a bit odd, his body still feels the same, but it’s felt different in a lot of ways. But his lips still molded to you perfectly, knowing exactly when to move and suck on your lower lip.

His tongue slowly asks for entrance and you gladly allow the warmth to invade you, roving around and making you moan into the kiss. His hands have found their way up your shirt, caressing your back and pulling you softly to him. You start to slip yours under his shirt, but he pulls away from the kiss and quickly grabs your hands to move them away.

The sun has long since dipped down, leaving you two only is a dim light from the ever-fading glow out the window. “Don’t,” his eyes are looking at your hands, almost refusing to meet yours, “I-I mean, let’s just focus on-on your now.” You place a hand on his cheek, his eyes slowly meet yours. He’s nervous, almost scared, but you’re confused why exactly. If anyone would be, shouldn’t be you not meeting his level of fitness?

Is he actually concerned about how he looks right now? “Why don’t we go up to bed, baby? There’s something that I want to do,” you whisper along his jaw, leaving small kisses along it as you go. He groans and suddenly stands, forcing you to quickly squeeze your arms around his neck to keep from flying back. Although you know you wouldn’t, his hands are firmly holding onto your thighs as he chuckles a bit at your response. “You couldn’t do this before,” he pulls his head back to look at you while he moves to the bedroom.

My Hero (Dad!Frankie x Reader)

Giggling along with her, you make your way out to the work shed, Isabella wiggling out of your grasp and scampering to the door. You gave the old barn door a tug and popped you head in to see if it was a good time to bother him, but she zipped past your legs to her father.

Frankie looked up from where he stood, penciling out designs in the planks of wood on his sawhorse, safety glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. His framed towering over the low beams highlighted by the plaid shirt pulled tight over his strong arms and a little on his softer tummy.

His face lit up at the sight of his daughter bouncing up to him in her little purple shirt and flower tights. He scooped her up with an exaggerated effort, “Uugh, hey, nena! You look so pretty, que bonita!” He nuzzled his nose into her temple and pressed kisses into her curly mess of hair that matched his own.

She squeals and wiggles at the sensation, giggling out a “Gracias, papa,” but grabbed at his shirt and face to get more of his attention. “Papa, papa, we go on a ‘venture! We wanna ‘venture!”

You cross the workshop, where you were observing the sweet scene from the door. “Some little girl has been a bit cranky today,” you muss up Isabella’s hair and get her giggling again as you lean on Frankie’s other shoulder, “And her mama is also getting a little bored of being home. You got time for an adventure to, oh say, the park?”

You wiggle an eyebrow at him as Isabella dramatically gasped at the idea. “Park, papa, park,” he chuckles as her little hands now slap on his chest.

Spring Fever (Werewolf! Frankie x Reader: Family Fluff)

Even from the car port outside, you can hear giggles and loud little footsteps in the cabin. You and Frankie share exasperated eyerolls and sighs hidden behind soft smiles as you pass each other. You had just opened up the doors and windows to air out your monthly retreat and Lucas was running wild with excitement.

You walk up the deck steps, carrying one of the coolers of food you had bought on the way up, and see a small, fuzzy blur circling the living room. On the way to the kitchen, you can see your son chasing his tail so fast it was even making you dizzy.

Eventually you hear a soft “oof” and look back to see him back in human form bonking against the couch cushion and landing on the floor with dizzy giggles. “Lucas, you’d better be wearing pants when I look back up. We’ve talked about keeping our clothes on.”

You softly chuckle at the small gasp and frantic shifting of fabric. He stumbles into his shorts and tshirt and toddles over to tug lightly on your pant leg, “Mama, mama, I almost got it that time! Didja see Mama?!”

He giggles again as he wraps his little arms around your legs to steady himself. Pulling more cold food out of the ice chest, you play with his soft curls with your other hand, “I did, sweetheart. You’re such a silly pup today, that looked like so much fun!”

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#megan writes now #i've been working on these a while #spring fever is the closest to coming out #why am i incapable of producing frankie content?#this isn't even all of it #it's just the shit with actual words

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Well, I’m done rewatching season 2 of south park and I’ve taken plenty of notes and screenshots to document all the facts and tidbits I thought were interesting or just funny. Under the cut is a collection of notes where I progressively start caring more and more about fake children

Kenny’s house is full of empty bottles, his family eats frozen waffles for dinner, and his dad is drinking at the dinner table

Kenny’s and Kyle’s dads have some history. They were best friends as teenagers

Kenny’s dad is kind of anti-Semitic, he says Kyle’s dad was successful because he’s Jewish

Cartman kind of expresses agreement with Stuart’s anti-Semitism, which I think is the first time Cartman’s been clearly anti-Semitic

Kenny’s house has rats, but his room has lights that shut off when you clap twice

WOW KYLE wtf he says “Kenny's not really my friend, Ma. I don't give a rat's ass about him.” FUCKING RUDE

Kyle and Kenny have a fun little sleepover where they play “ookie mouth”, a game where they take turn spitting in each other’s mouths. This episode (S02E10 Chickenpox) is great for fans of K2 despite how absolutely disgusting ookie mouth is

The McCormick house was something Stuart and Gerald built as teenagers. A fort in Stuart’s mom’s backyard

Gerald went to community college

Gerald and Stuart have a fun fist fight by a pond

Kyle makes a haiku: Fatass Cartman was / not on the school bus today. / What a big, fat turd.

Kenny makes a haiku: When you rub your dick, / you might find a discharge that / winds up on the floor.

Kyle makes another: Ass full of pork fat / jiggles like a Jello mold. / Mouth is flapping, too.

And another by Kyle: I bet you don't win. / They don't let big fat asses / perform on TV.

Cartman responds: Shut your God-damned mouth / or else I'm... gonna... kick you / square in the balls... asshole

I spy with my desperate eye the beginnings of Craig’s gang, featuring Kenny with wonky eyes

Bebe thinks Kyle has a hot ass and she’s not shy about saying it

Bebe writes a note to Kyle, and Stan tries to pass it on but Mr. Garrison thinks it’s Stan’s note for Kyle and makes him read it out loud. So he reads: “Dear Kyle. You have got such a great ass. I could sleep for days on those perked cheeks, let me tell you. I'd like to live with you and wear your ass as a hat for all eternity.” (If that happened to me I’d be embarrassed forever)

POV: You’re Stan and you just said you love Kyle’s juicy ass in front of the whole 3rd grade class

The first time Stan’s mom and dad get a divorce is in S02E12, way sooner than I remembered

Bebe kisses Kyle when they’re playing truth or dare in their clubhouse, probably Kyle’s first kiss. Kyle thinks it’s disgusting (despite having played ookie mouth with Kenny which is arguably more disgusting)

Bebe breaks up with Kyle and goes off with Clyde, who says “Bitchin’ 😎”. Later Clyde is with Bebe, Stan, and Wendy at the club house

Cartman and Kyle have a fist fight once again. Kyle hated Cartman way more than Stan did very early on, kind of all along really, they truly were destined to be arch enemies

Kenny has food stamps

Oh, and Cartman’s made poor jokes about Kenny and twice (I think) Kenny has punched him in retaliation in the past 2 seasons. Kenny’s family is probably a bad and violent example for him

By the way, if you’ve ever wondered what Kenny says in the theme song but never looked it up, in seasons 1-2 he sings “I like girls with big fat titties, I like girls with deep vaginas” but in the remastered versions of seasons 1-2 (which is the version I’m watching) they changed it to the season 3-5 lyrics: “I have got a ten-inch penis, use you mouth if you wanna clean it”.

When an evil twin version of Cartman says nice things, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny stare at him in horror. Stan says, “Dude, this is creepy.”

Also, the boys say dude a lot. At least Stan, Kyle, and Kenny do, Cartman not as much

Kenny’s mom hits him when he’s hogging the blanket from his brother. Kenny makes a sad face and it made me feel bad :(

When evil twin Cartman comes to give the McCormicks some supplies, Kenny’s dad asks if that was his “fat, racist, foul-mouthed friend” so Cartman clearly has a reputation

When Stan gets scared of his evil fish, he wakes Shelly up and she slaps him. Their mom sees it and says nothing

But on the other hand his mom buries a body that Stan’s fish killed because she thinks he killed it so I guess she’s not entirely a bad mom

Kenny was supposed to buy a pumpkin for Halloween but he could only afford a squash and his friends are really mean about it. The more I watch the more I feel bad for Kenny (and Stan)

Cartman kind of has a shitty friendship with Kenny. He says “I hate you Kenny” because of the squash

Kyle is really annoyed by Cartman saying “hella” all the time, nobody else is as annoyed

Evil Cartman sings a cute little song while wielding a knife: You guys / are my best friends, / through thick and thin, / we've always been together! / We're four of a kind, / having fun all day, / palling around and laughing away. / Just best friends, / best friends are we!

Stan still has his dog, Sparky, in season 2

After Stan’s fish kills Kenny, Kenny’s mom comes over to ask about her son and she’s drunk and upset. Honestly seeing Kenny die all the time makes me kind of sad

Stan says Kenny’s squash isn’t a bad little squash. Very heartwarming. The squash gets first prize at the pumpkin carving contest :)

Cartman’s grandma and extended family live in Nebraska

When the boys go to Cartman’s family to have Christmas dinner, Kenny’s dad tells him to take any leftovers and bring them back home (he does it very gently and Kenny just says “okay” and why do I care that this fake child dies all the time and barely has food at home, like why the fuck do I care so much???)

Cartman’s mom is wearing glasses when she drives. She doesn’t do it in the later seasons but maybe she has contacts

Cartman and his mom sing a road trip song for 4 hours. Kyle says “please stop” but when they ignore him, he kicks Cartman’s seat and makes Cartman hit his head

Stan has a complicated relationship with his family, he says they’re dead to him because they didn’t want him to go on a road trip to Nebraska so Stan went without telling them

Kenny doesn’t eat at the dinner table with Cartman’s family, he just shoves the food in a bag :( I feel so bad for him

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all hit Cartman after they wake in the night to make sure they’re not dreaming

Under his coat, Cartman wears a pink tank top that says BEEFCAKE. He wore it in S1E02 Weight Gain 2000

Charles Manson invites Kenny to go to a more secluded location and Kenny just says okay and goes, but honestly he should know better since he’s aware that he keeps dying

Cartman bonks his cousin Elvin on the head and gives him brain damage. Elvin gets better though

THE NEXT EPISODE IS GNOMES!!! TWEEEEEK!!!!

Token gets named when he’s put in a group with Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, and Pip. Craig’s gang is getting closer to becoming a thing!!

IT’S OUR FUCKING BOY TWEEK TWEAK BITCH YEEEEAAAH

Tweek says he’s awake at 3:30am because he can’t sleep, ever

Jesus, Tweek’s dad kind of sucks immediately. He says he might have to sell Tweek to slavery if his coffee shop goes out of business

Cartman says Kenny’s family is happy being poor and on welfare, “right, Kenny?” and Kenny says “fuck you” which is completely justified

When the underpants gnomes don’t appear, Tweek is worried he’s going insane and pulls on his hair

His parents say Tweek is jittery and anxious just because he has ADD (but the kind of severe jitteriness and anxiety Tweek has isn’t a symptom of primarily inattentive ADHD, even though people with ADHD do experience restlessness and can even have some tics and are more likely to have anxiety as a comorbid disorder than a neurotypical person is, but I mean come on, we all know Tweek’s slurping way too much coffee so even if he has ADHD beneath all that, his parents should stop giving him coffee and they definitely should not start lacing it with meth. Basically what I’m saying is that Tweek’s parents are full of shit)

Actually Tweek’s mom is kind of okay. She tells Tweek’s dad that he’s being shitty for using kids to advance his agenda. But… the agenda is against big corporations and I hate to say it but Tweek’s dad kind of has a point

Ew, the boys are giving a pro big corporations speech. That aged really poorly considering how shitty billionaires are

Aww, look at Kenny! He got scared of a crocodile that Steve Irwin is about to bother by jamming his thumb up its butthole

The boys are really excited about Steve Irwin jamming his thumb up a crocodile’s butthole

Oh my God, Kyle calls Cartman a fatass penis

Kenny is a mediator between Stan and Kyle. They ask him which one found this ice man in a cave first, but Kenny just deflects and agrees with Kyle’s name suggestion (Steve) for the ice man

I kind of like Dr. Mephesto. I’m glad he came back for Fractured But Whole

Stan and Kyle are having a terrible fight about who found the ice man. Kyle says they’re not best friends anymore and that Cartman is his new best friend and Cartman says “Sweet!”, then Stan claims Cartman as his new best friend and Cartman says “Killer!”

This prehistoric ice man episode is actually funny, I love it

Stan and Kyle are having a fight to the death

They reconcile and become best friends again. They both agree that Cartman’s a sucky best friend

Well, that was the last episode of the season. This was fun. South Park is actually a fun show

Kenny deaths:

S02E10 Kenny is in the hospital because of chicken pox. He laughs at Cartman’s joke so hard that his heart flatlines like beeeeeeeeeeeeeep

S02E11 Kenny’s head explodes after Stan and Kyle make him watch planetarium lights at a high intensity

S02E12 Kenny gets trampled in a mosh pit

S02E13 A cow impales Kenny’s head with its horn

S02E14 Ozzy Osbourne bites Kenny’s head off

S02E15 Kenny is killed by Stan’s evil fish, he gets spun in the fish tank until the water’s red

S02E16 The police shoot Kenny who came outside with a white flag during a hostage situation, then the police hit his dead body with a baton and handcuff him

S02E17 Kenny gets crushed by the underpants gnomes’ mine cart. The gnomes are horrified but Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Tweek are kinda like whatever

S02E18 Kenny gets squished underneath a conveyer belt

Onto the next season I go. I’ll watch the movie too since it was released around halfway through season 3

#south park #sp rewatch #this was supposed to be a quick little thing but i'm taking it too seriously #i feel like i'm screaming into a void

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