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"That's a bad idea. It won't end well at all."
Ayato never has been one to beat around the bush, quickly slicing through whatever whimsical ideas you propose to him. This time, he has a more serious countenance than normal. His eyebrows are wrinkled, mouth in a straight line, and arms folded across his chest.
You're not sure if you can put up a good defense -- but you try, regardless. It can't hurt. Even if he gets irritated with you, (which, in fact, was an often occurrence), he has no bark to his bite.
"No it isn't! Don't underestimate me." you puff your cheeks for extra effect, only gaining a raised eyebrow in return. Your childish acts are pushed aside as he attempts to change the topic with a huff.
"Anyways-"
"Come on, Ayato, please? The last time we arm wrestled was like, two years ago, and you cheated! I deserve a rematch, and now."
He remains silent. Although it's hardly noticeable, an amused flash sparkles in his dark eyes. He figures that arguing with you over something so trivial will get neither of you anywhere. Besides, he always succumbs to what you want to do. He knows that, and so do you.
That's why you grin when he sighs, and reluctantly placed his elbow on the table.
"You're going down, Kirishima," you taunt, earning a grunt. You prepare yourself as well, taking position. He holds eye contact, not responding to your taunt. You clasp your hands together, an action that causes red to dust your cheeks.
"Okay..." you trail off, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Three, two, one!"
With this, the match begins.
You can tell from the sweat beginning to glisten on your forehead that Ayato was giving it his all. He gnaws his lip when you up your strength, trying oh-so hard to beat him. The way you recall the last time you two engaged in this activity was, inevitability, Ayato's victory. All you want to do is prevent history from repeating itself.
Ayato snorts when you scrunch your nose, and begin to gnaw at your lip. You feel your arm begin to ache with a subtle pain, but you keep at it anyways.
He acknowledges that you're not giving up anytime soon. His strength seems to grow tenfold, and in a few measly seconds, your arm is slammed onto the table. Ignoring the pain that this action caused, you shoot him a glare.
"How can you be so good at this?" you hiss, drawing back your hand, and rubbing it.
For a moment, he looks concerned, but it disappears fast. He smirks, and leans back into his chair nonchalantly.
"What can I say? I'm a strong guy," he says with a casual shrug. You purse your lips.
"You must be cheating somehow."
"It's called working out on a regular basis, [First]."
"No, it's called being an ass. Which you are."
"Thanks, I'm glad you noticed all the effort I've been putting into being one."
His deadpan voice goes to show that he couldn't care less about your grade school level insult game. Ayato realizes that your pouting will be an eternal event if he doesn't do something soon, and he rather not be sleeping on the couch tonight. That, and he thinks you're cute when he gets you flustered. Which is a relatively easy task.
Ayato stands, the chair he was sitting in prior making a loud noise at the action. He proceeds to stride over to you, and soon enough, you were face-to-face.
His chapped lips press a light kiss to the tip of your nose, and move to peck your forehead. Your grumpiness melts away at the sweet action, evident by your lips twitching into a smile.
Ayato cups your cheeks. You notice he's struggling to keep a serious visage, but he manages to somehow. It's almost as if the words he's about to utter next will be eloquent and life changing, by the way he was looking at you.
He takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes.
"Stop being a giant pissbaby, [First]."
Cue you slapping his hand away and grumbling that he's not one to talk.
Ayato never has been one to beat around the bush, quickly slicing through whatever whimsical ideas you propose to him. This time, he has a more serious countenance than normal. His eyebrows are wrinkled, mouth in a straight line, and arms folded across his chest.
You're not sure if you can put up a good defense -- but you try, regardless. It can't hurt. Even if he gets irritated with you, (which, in fact, was an often occurrence), he has no bark to his bite.
"No it isn't! Don't underestimate me." you puff your cheeks for extra effect, only gaining a raised eyebrow in return. Your childish acts are pushed aside as he attempts to change the topic with a huff.
"Anyways-"
"Come on, Ayato, please? The last time we arm wrestled was like, two years ago, and you cheated! I deserve a rematch, and now."
He remains silent. Although it's hardly noticeable, an amused flash sparkles in his dark eyes. He figures that arguing with you over something so trivial will get neither of you anywhere. Besides, he always succumbs to what you want to do. He knows that, and so do you.
That's why you grin when he sighs, and reluctantly placed his elbow on the table.
"You're going down, Kirishima," you taunt, earning a grunt. You prepare yourself as well, taking position. He holds eye contact, not responding to your taunt. You clasp your hands together, an action that causes red to dust your cheeks.
"Okay..." you trail off, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Three, two, one!"
With this, the match begins.
You can tell from the sweat beginning to glisten on your forehead that Ayato was giving it his all. He gnaws his lip when you up your strength, trying oh-so hard to beat him. The way you recall the last time you two engaged in this activity was, inevitability, Ayato's victory. All you want to do is prevent history from repeating itself.
Ayato snorts when you scrunch your nose, and begin to gnaw at your lip. You feel your arm begin to ache with a subtle pain, but you keep at it anyways.
He acknowledges that you're not giving up anytime soon. His strength seems to grow tenfold, and in a few measly seconds, your arm is slammed onto the table. Ignoring the pain that this action caused, you shoot him a glare.
"How can you be so good at this?" you hiss, drawing back your hand, and rubbing it.
For a moment, he looks concerned, but it disappears fast. He smirks, and leans back into his chair nonchalantly.
"What can I say? I'm a strong guy," he says with a casual shrug. You purse your lips.
"You must be cheating somehow."
"It's called working out on a regular basis, [First]."
"No, it's called being an ass. Which you are."
"Thanks, I'm glad you noticed all the effort I've been putting into being one."
His deadpan voice goes to show that he couldn't care less about your grade school level insult game. Ayato realizes that your pouting will be an eternal event if he doesn't do something soon, and he rather not be sleeping on the couch tonight. That, and he thinks you're cute when he gets you flustered. Which is a relatively easy task.
Ayato stands, the chair he was sitting in prior making a loud noise at the action. He proceeds to stride over to you, and soon enough, you were face-to-face.
His chapped lips press a light kiss to the tip of your nose, and move to peck your forehead. Your grumpiness melts away at the sweet action, evident by your lips twitching into a smile.
Ayato cups your cheeks. You notice he's struggling to keep a serious visage, but he manages to somehow. It's almost as if the words he's about to utter next will be eloquent and life changing, by the way he was looking at you.
He takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes.
"Stop being a giant pissbaby, [First]."
Cue you slapping his hand away and grumbling that he's not one to talk.
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He loved her, and he hated it. He hated how she made him stumble and choke up. He despised the good nature in her, and how she made him weak. The blue-haired male regretted keeping her alive, he regretted not eating her when he had the chance, because then he wouldn't have fallen in love with her. And he wouldn't have to feel the pain of watching her die.
He observed her get attacked by a ghoul investigator, he watched them put a hole in her heart with a handgun. However, he just stood there, he knew they were after her for being in relations with him, but he didn't do anything to stop them. They would have potentially killed him as
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Seven Minutes in Heaven {Ayato}
You reached into the hat and pulled out two bobby pins. An annoyed sigh could be heard from the corner of the room. You had chosen Ayato. I gave Nishiki an evil grin, We both rose from our seats and threw you both in the closet.
"Have Fun~" I hummed before locking the door.
Your P.O.V
I landed on my bum when they threw us in there.
"Oww..."
"Tch. Why do I have to be stuck in here with you?" Ayato sighed once more.
"Well I'm sorry 'Mr. Im better than everyone' " I mumbled under my breath.
"Huh? If you have something to say then say it to my face, Weakling." I scoffed at his remark.
"First of all I am not a weakling okay?! Geez why do you h
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Annoying Texts Ayato x reader
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Rolling over, you let out a defeated sigh as you stared up at your ceiling. Your thoughts weren’t leaving you alone and if you didn’t get an outlet for them, you were pretty sure you’d end up going crazy. Turning your head to your bedside, you saw that the time read 3:40 in the morning.
Well, if you were going to bother him, it’s not like it would be that bad. He’d have to wake up in like two hours anyway. Really, you were going to be doing him a favor.
Grabbing your phone off your bedside table, you scrolled through your contacts until you reached a certain one.
(Y/N): Ayato. Are you awake?
(Y/N): Eye-At-o
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don't mind the fact that I've been writing so much ayato
pls
I'm v thirsty for :re ayato so I figured I'd write something for him!!
but honestly have you seen his muscles
10/10 ign
if you haven't caught up on :re and you're wondering what's up with ayato here
he's basically a more chill version of his past pissbaby self
still a jerk at heart though, forever and always, stay true to yourself
oH and I'll be uploading something either tomorrow or the day after B)) //evil laughter//
I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
pls
I'm v thirsty for :re ayato so I figured I'd write something for him!!
but honestly have you seen his muscles
10/10 ign
if you haven't caught up on :re and you're wondering what's up with ayato here
he's basically a more chill version of his past pissbaby self
still a jerk at heart though, forever and always, stay true to yourself
oH and I'll be uploading something either tomorrow or the day after B)) //evil laughter//
I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
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yASSS ITS 2AM AND I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY TOMORROW BUT IDC