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zodiyack · 4 years

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Wrong Girl, Right Time

Requested by anon: Helloo! I am a big fan of your writing and I had an idea about a kinda dark angsty tommy x reader fic taking place in season 1 where the reader is a childhood of the boys and when tommy spends his first night with Grace inspector Campbell goes after the reader (maybe one of his men physically assaults her) and tommy learns about it the next day and realises he messed up big time and tries to fix everything. Thank you so much and I will understand if you don't want to do it.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst that was written while half asleep, implied smut, physical assault, fluff, me not proofreading

Note: Aaa! I hope you like it, I tried! Enjoy!

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @jenepleurepasbaby, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain

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Y/n walked back to her sofa, wrapping her sweater tighter around her body. The warmth of Tommy’s kind hugs, the firewood he’d bring her after he’d scold her for risking her life living in such a cold temperature, the smiles that warmed her insides- even if they weren’t directed toward her.

She sighed, plopping down on the cushions. She’d fallen for Tommy, since they were kids, and she had no idea how to tell him. Or if he even felt the same.

“Fuck.” She rolled over, curling into a ball and hugging herself, hoping for warmth. Hoping for Tommy to show up with firewood even if it meant he’d scold her. Hoping for Tommy to hug her tightly and kiss her hairline even if it meant she’d have to suffer knowing it was platonically. Y/n didn’t care the consequence, she just wanted him.

And somewhere out there, he was with her. Just not Y/n “her”. It was the woman he gave his heart too. Or rather, wanted to give his heart to, but, for once in his life, he broke down and verbally admitted he was too much of a coward to do so.

They danced together. Twirling around the room. Lust filled Tommy’s eyes, a mirrored look in Grace’s. They leaned in, connecting their lips and relieving themselves of the desire they both knew they felt.

Outside of Grace’s place, was officer Campbell. Tommy knew. He knew the man would have a high chance of coming across this. And he could care less for the man’s thoughts on the situation.

He smiled softly into the kiss, deepening it and their contact, suddenly becoming more cocky inside knowing Campbell saw him and Grace. But the lust remained, and like he’d told others and himself time and time again, he just really couldn’t find the fucks to give.

Unfortunately, thanks to his discovery, Campbell decided to retaliate. He knew of Y/n L/n. The girl who hung around the Shelby boys as a young girl, who looked at Tommy with longing in her eyes, who smiled and hid the hurt in her heart when she met Grace.

He chuckled as he walked to the girl’s home. He sent his men to the door, told them to break in, have two grab Y/n, rough up the place and then meet in the living room with the girl.

Officer Campbell kicked a shard of glass that lied on the floor. “Look at this place, Y/n. It’s a bloody wreck!”

“Because of you, asshole!” She spat on his shoes. Campbell gave eye contact to one of the men next to Y/n, and smiled when he heard the sound of a smack and a yelp of pain. Y/n sobbed and looked up at him, a red hand mark rested on her face.

“My goodness, Miss L/n, you really ought to cover that up! Don’t want Tommy thinking you’re a weak link, eh? Maybe he’ll find you ugly, inside and out, when he learns you went insane, trashed up your own place, then fought someone for no reason... and lost.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and big the inside of her cheek.

“What do you think? Y/n?”

Still, Y/n kept quiet, refusing to give into his game. She continued to glare at him, but kept her mouth shut. It pissed him off, to say the least. He nodded to the men again. Another yelp left her mouth. Blood leaked from her nose.

“Ooooh!” The officer scrunched his face in reaction to her face, “That’s got to hurt, doesn’t it? Well I can make it stop hurting. Just tell me whatever you can about your little crush, okay?”

He growled when she didn’t respond. A man behind her yanked her head back with his hold on her hair. A whimper escaped her lips.

“Answer me, you bitch!” She smiled. He returned it with the thought that he’d won. “Good. Now-” His face paled, then crinkled in disgust.

“That’s all I know, sorry love.” Y/n quipped with a mischievous smirk, wiping her mouth on her shoulder and looking down at Campbell’s shoe. A wad of her saliva coated the top of it.

“Alright then, if we can’t get information out of you, we’ll just... leave Tommy a little surprise.” He nodded to the man before walking out the door, the rest of the men following.

“You fucked up big time, princess.”

“Thomas?” His foot steps slowed, then rushed again. His breathing was unsteady as he ran up the stairs and to the room the person he was looking for was occupying.

“Oh God- what did he do to you?” Tommy heard his voice crack as he knelt beside Y/n’s bed. He regretted everything. The night he shared with Grace, the deal he made with Campbell, the mistake of giving Y/n the space she never asked for.

“It’s okay-” she coughed, causing Tommy to wince, “go back to Grace.”

“What? No, are you crazy?” He truly thought she was joking. He smiled with the side of his mouth and forced out a small chuckle of his own. “You need to rest, and I,” He grunted as he sat down next to her, “am not going to leave until you get better.”

“Why? You could be having the time of your life right now, why stay with me when I’m sick and possibly very ugly-” she dawned a goofy smile, unknowingly making Tommy’s heart race faster than it already was, “I dunno, I haven’t been able to look in a mirror quite yet.”

“You’re beautiful. You don’t need a mirror to see that.”

He let go of his tougher exterior, smiling brightly and genuinely. He grabbed Y/n’s hand and kissed it softly.

“Thomas Michael Shelby, what on Earth are you doing to me?”

Tommy looked up with slight confusion and noticed Y/n’s state, mental absence being a perfect words to describe it. She looked out of it, but still, just as beautiful out of it as she would be if she was unharmed. He was about to ask her what she meant, but she’d already turned over and slipped away into peaceful slumber again.

When she woke up again, her consciousnesses was more alert, as her body was healing while she slept, the foggy mind effect her injuries gave her was fading away with every moment she rested.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

“Tommy? Oh.” She clenched her jaw. Y/n really had missed him, but that night gave her a lot of arguments to settle with Tommy, things she needed him to answer.

“Pol told me you collapsed on the floor, already unconscious by the time she discovered you, and that she got Arthur to help you into your bed. She said you were healing, nothing major, just bruises and some blood here and there.”

“Tommy.”

“Said she didn’t know what happened.”

“Tom.”

“So what happened, Y/n? Tell me so I can be on my merry way, and blind them. That’s what you want, right? Me to like you enough to go and blind some bastard? Well you’re wrong if you think I don’t. Y/n, some things you underestimate about me, like how much I care abou-”

“Thomas!”

“...you- ...Yes?”

“He tossed me around like a fucking rag-doll.” Y/n ignored the ache of her head and held her composure. If there was ever a time to give Tommy a piece of her mind, it was now.

“I- Who?” Her eyes studied Tommy, the way he clenched his fists with anger.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. You don’t get to be mad. You went out there, fucked Grace, and I was stuck here, alone, cold, oh and abused by Inspector Chester fucking Campbell!” She stood up, wobbling slightly due to her lack of movement in bed rest. Tommy tried to help her stand, but she pushed his hands away with a huff. “I hoped, I hoped, that you’d show up. But you never did.”

“Campbell did that to you?” He looked at Y/n’s face, flinching internally at the purple, blue, and kind of brownish hues that marked her skin.

“Fuck you Thomas Shelby.” He flinched. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” She stumbled over to him and hit his arms, punching him while breaking into tears. Tommy just stood there. He took her hits. His eyes closed in pain, not from her actions but from the situation; the pain striking him in the heart.

Finally, she broke. When she stopped punching him and began to drop to her knees, Tommy caught her. “I hate you.” She cried.

He felt the tears begin to form, spilling without his consent, “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay, I’m here-”

“I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!” Though she was muttering words of her pain, she clung to Tommy tightly and refused to let go of him, as if her letting go of him now would be letting go of him forever. Her face was reddening and her nose was snotty, the tears were flooding.

“Let it all out, it’s alright, love. I’m here-”

“You weren’t the night Campbell gifted me to one of his men to use as a fucking pinata.”

He stopped. His heart ached. “I know... I’ll never forgive myself for that. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry I didn’t show up, I’m sorry I-”

“Stop saying sorry. You’re not sorry. You slept with the woman you’ve been eyeing.Congratulations! Hey, want another medal? This one’s for world’s worst best friend! And another! Another for world’s best heart-breaker! Gonna throw ‘em in the cut too, huh? A man fights in a war for his home, but can’t bloody protect the girl who loves him the most? Why?? Oh, maybe because he’s too busy, I don’t know, starting another fucking war?!”

“W-what?” He muttered quietly, dropping with Y/n, who was pulling away to spew more angry words at her childhood crush. She looked him in the eyes with fury and hurt.

“You could’ve been there! You.. you could’ve been there, but you chose her... you chose her over me.. Just like you always did...with every girl... ever since we were kids...”

“Oh Y/n...” He cupped her cheeks, and this time- she did not fight. “You’ve been hiding that? For so long?”

She nodded, reaching up and wiping her eyes with her arm. “I was hoping... I was hoping you’d pick me one day. But that day never came. So I kept waiting. I watched you flirt, I watched you admire, I watched you be admired... I know, it’s silly, but no matter how many times I’ve tried to get over you, I can’t. And I know you don’t li-”

Tommy cut her off with a harsh, desperate, yet somewhat soft, kiss. “To be honest, Y/n,” He lifted her off the ground, swooped her off her feet and carried her back to her bed, setting her on the comfy mattress and tucking her in. “It’s not silly. I’ve tried the same, and yet, here I am.”

“Wait- How- But you-”

“Grace was a distraction, like the whores. Something to get my mind off of you. I suppose I just didn’t realize I was thinking of you...” He pulled away from the bed and grabbed his hat, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To make this right.” Tommy turned, a small smile gracing his face. “Do you have problem with that?”

“Yes, actually. I do.” Y/n smiled softly at Tommy as he raised his eyebrows in question, “You can make it right later. For now, I’m healing and I’ll be needing some company, preferably from my favorite of the infamous Shelby boys.”

“Finn?”

“No, dummy, you!” She giggled when Tommy rolled his eyes, his smile bigger than before, and crawled into the bed with her, draping an arm lazily around her waist and kissing her forehead. “Thank you, Tommy.”

“For you? Anything and anytime. You’re welcome, Y/n.” He closed the space between them, kissing her softly. Eventually, the pair fell asleep, unaware of Polly walking into the room a couple hours later, curious to where Tommy was and how Y/n was doing.

She smiled at the sight; Y/n, smiling with her cheek pressed against her arm, chest heaving with each breath she took, Tommy’s head resting on it. Her hand was buried in his hair from her attempt of lulling him to sleep, and Tommy’s mouth was parted slightly, his chest moved up and down like Y/n’s.

“Really was the wrong girl, but had you been with the right one, I’d say damn near fantastic timing, Thomas.” Pol closed the door behind her. She knew this couple would happen; Polly Gray is always right.

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scummy-writes · 4 years

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I'm very sorry, my dear. I just went over the rules and I find them to be more than fair. With that said, I would like to request the same badassMC, but just with Theo, Arthur and Isaac, please. You needn't rush to complete it, I can wait for as long as necessary. The reason I ask, is because I get the feeling that the IkeVamp boys are used to women who will take whatever lying down, so I wanted to give them a wake up call. Thank you and I wish you a good day or evening. BettyJ

Aaa its okay, dont worry!! Thank you for being kind!

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Theo:

When he brought you along to this meeting, he didn’t expect the Académie to stalk the two of you for so long.

Thankfully, you didn’t panic when he discreetly mentioned it to you, trying to keep the man behind the two of you unaware. But, the situation shifted pretty quickly. After a few turns through random alleys didn’t lose the man, Theo had to tug you into a sprint when he noticed the man pulling something from his jacket.

Honestly, Theo was at a loss at first, dragging you through the town while ideas of how to make it back home in one piece flew through his thoughts. It took him a bit for him to register you dragging him for a moment, ducking near where some carriage horses rested.

“Theo, you have to trust me on this one, okay?”

It didn’t seem to matter what curses flew out of his mouth. You ignored him, grasping the slit on your dress and tugging, ripping it further up your leg before-

Before getting deftly getting the horse free from the carriage stable and climbing on.

Everything from that point was a blur, and Wildly uncomfortable, but none of that registered until the two of you made it a safe distance away. And...He wasn’t sure what to say. Especially after having to cling to you for so long as you directed the horse.

“Gods, I know you said the Académie wanted to put a bullet in you, but I thought you were joking!” You joined him getting off, seemingly using the horse as support as you chatted. “I’m glad we managed to get away…”

On a horse…

There wasn’t much he could say, and in fact he was still a bit shocked from the situation. Who knew you would save him like that… He knew Arthur was worried about your strength, and Theo argued against that constantly, but he hadn’t expected that-

“Theo, do you think Le Comte is going to get upset over me ripping the dress- Hey!”

He lightly knocked your head with a huff. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

You crossed your arms with a pout, and all Theo could think of was How in the world had you managed that?

As the two of you figured out a way home, he finally managed to mumble out a thanks.

“You were...impressive, Hondje.”

He had a hard time looking at you without feeling flustered, but the smirk he caught told him that you were well aware of that.

Arthot:

Honestly, when he first saw you sitting in the bar, cards in your hand with a focused expression, he was shocked.

Firstly, you were in a bar? Alone? Assumedly you came into town with someone, but at the moment you were alone, and the sun was already setting.

He prepped himself to intervene, but when he stepped closer-

"Hah! I win!"

Groans around you accompanied your exclamation, and Arthur paused.

You won? He could see you being good at cards, but last he knew, the two men you were going against were a crafty bunch.

Walking up, he tries to casually greet you, and he notices the way you try to cut the conversation short.

"Oh! Arthur, I didn't know you'd be here to get me so soon!"

Its easy to play along, and soon enough the two of you are walking out with what you had wagered.

When the two of you are a ways off from the bar, you end up stopping and letting out a huge sigh of relief.

"Mc?"

"Good God, Arthur, I have no idea how I got out of that!"

He considers a quip about luck, but then he sees you tug a card from your sleeve, then two- oh.

"You cheated?"

"Oh, don't get all holier-than-thou on me, you know the prices they try to charge me? Just because I'm a woman? But Gods, that nearly killed my nerves! It's been ages since I've done that…"

He can't help but laugh. The way you're fussing about and huffing, all while clutching the coffee bean bags to your chest, and soon enough you're laughing along with him

After an initial smack to the arm, that is

Once he sees you off to the carriage, he starts walking back into town, realizing how he was mistaken on your strength.

That, and how you'd probably make for a fun opponent in the games he plays.

Isaac:

It’s not that he never considered you to be weak, or...fragile, but he never realized that there was a limit to your patience.

It wasn’t the best way to put it, but when he went to pop into the parlor, ready to go against Arthur in another battle to vanquish that damned nickname, he was at a loss for words.

“Oi, let go!”

“Stop calling me that then!!!”

Isaac blinked, then found himself covering his mouth, trying to hide the laughter bubbling up from him.

It had seemed like you and Theo had went ahead and beat him here. Presumably, Theo was playing against Arthur for a warm-up while you watched but…

Something had caused you to stand aside Theo’s seat, fussing about as you tugged on his ear.

Isaac didn’t have to guess what had led you to this point, given that Theo’s nicknames for you had caused a few nights of venting between the two of you.

Arthur spotted Isaac in the doorway before the others, and he quickly waved. “Don’t stop the bird, I haven’t seen Theo like this in ages-”

“Arthur, you klootzak-”

Nevertheless, it seemed like Arthur’s quip caught your attention, and as soon as you saw Isaac at the door, you gasped and let go of Theo immediately.

“Finally!”

Despite the blush on your cheeks, you gave a quick scowl at Theo to further in your earlier point, before dropping it when Isaac came closer.

“Are we still...playing?”

…

Once the two of you were alone in his room, you watched as Isaac worked at his desk. Normally, he was the fidgety one, but he didn’t miss how you seemed out of sorts. Aside from the incident with Theo the rest of the day had gone fine, so Isaac went with the best assumption.

He stopped working, moving to join you on the loveseat.

“You know, about earlier...That was impressive. How you dealt with Theo, that is.”

You blinked, surprise evident before you cleared your throat.

“Impressive? You weren’t put off by that?”

Isaac couldn’t help the chuckle that came out.

“Gods no, it was nice seeing someone else besides Vincent telling Theo to sod off with those nicknames of his.”

A laugh slipped out from you, and Isaac was thankful to see your shoulders finally drop.

“You know, in school I’d do that stuff a lot and got a reputation for it. But I was worried if I did anything like that here you’d be a little...Hesitant with our relationship…”

“Absolutely not. You standing your ground doesn’t change how I feel about you. Honestly, if anything…”

His blush caught up faster than his words, but judging how your cheeks followed suit, you caught where he was going.

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This was, the best I could do, I am Sorry orz it was hard figuring out how to make mc badass, because everyone has different views on what makes someone badass. Very obvious note but I have No idea how or where carriage horses rest so lets just, heavily suspend some belief and ignore inaccuracies okay hahahaa...a….aaa….

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sdra2writer-imaginesandhcs · 5 years

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After reading the Sora x Syobai, could you possibly do a continuation, based on what happens in chapter 4?

Wow, I never thought that someone will actually like the Sora x Syobai one-shot I wrote and want a continuation of it. I have to admit, but I was really, really excited to make a part 2, even though I had no idea what to write at first. Also, I just realised that I made this too long again and a bit cringey in my perspective. I think it’s obvious that I ship them😅. Also, to make this clear, I don’t know any dialogue in the 4th chapter’s trial and investigation. Again, sorry if there’s any typos or mistakes. It’s 2:30am right now and I can’t sleep. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Never leaving you (Syobai x Sora)

It’s been almost 3 months ever since they both became a thing. Those months have been fun for them. Sneaking away from the others just so they can spend time with each other without anyone noticing their constant meetings. It was nice.........while it lasted.

Unfortunately, everyone found out their secret relationship thanks to Rat Bitch Kanade.

Here’s how it went after their 3rd trial before the twins’ execution started.

“Oh, and I have one more thing to say!” Kanade points at the 2 grey-hairs.

“Get it on you two! I know you two have been sneaking away from us for the past few months just to do whatever you want with each other!”

Wow, they almost forgot that Kanade was there when their small incident happen. Actually, she was the one who caused it.

After the end of the whole trial, Yuki and Yoruko somewhat made a very small Sora protection squad with just the two of them. They were cornering Hashimoto while interrogating him if he ever forced Sora to take drugs or do something to her that made her uncomfortable. Even Yuki had the guts to threaten him that he’ll stab him with no regrets if he ever hurt her. Luckily, as the broker was praying internally for help and the white-hair pulling her two furious friends away from her boyfriend, Monocrow appears and told them to shut up because it was about to be nighttime.

Anyways, during those 3 months, it’s mostly them just teasing and pranking each other. Making most of their time while they’re still alive. Like that time Sora recorded Syobai singing in the shower. (I hc that he sings Wonderwall [if you’ve watched that video from his English voice actor] when no one’s around. Can’t change my mind)

Payback time, Syobai pretended to be high just so he can make Sora flustered. What happened there in his room? Don’t worry, they didn’t go that far other than taking off a shirt.

Back to the present time, everyone arrived at the 4th island. Just one step outside, they’re already freezing to death.

“W-What is t-this place?!” Shinji felt as if his hair started turning into ice.

“The 4th island of course!” Monocrow chirped.

“W-Why is this island so different from the others?! It’s so cold!” Yoruko covers her exposing arms with her fur scarf.

“Probably because someone changed the code.” And who would even change the code to turn this island to a frosty weather?

Sora rubs her hands on the scarf she agreed with Syobai to wrap around her exposed neck the other day for................some reasons that might’ve been mentioned.

She shot a glance at the broker beside her. He wasn’t shivering at all. He was just standing there while puffing out the smoke from his cigarette.

Sora shivers, “Y-You’re not cold at all?!”

Syobai shrugs, “Why would I be? It’s not that cold.”

What the?! Okay, how the hell is he not freezing cold in this weather?!

An idea popped inside Sora’s mind. This was definitely gonna be her revenge.

“Syobai-Oppa!” Sora cheerily calls for the broker’s attention.

Weirded out by the last word Sora called him, he raises an eyebrow, “Wha-“

With both hands, Sora grabs one of Syobai’s hands and brings it closer to her chest.

She started speaking in another language with the sweetest tone she could do and stares at him with loving eyes, “Salanghae(사랑해)”

Hashimoto freezes for a small moment. “Did it work?” Sora thought to herself.

Suddenly, Syobai face started turning red and he smashed his cigarette with his 2 fingers, “Stop teasing me! It’s not funny!”

Before Syobai could react, Sora cups his face with her hands, “Aww, you’re so warm! This feels so nice!” She smiles sweetly.

Syobai was startled and surprised, but he didn’t push her away or anything. He just lets her do what she’s doing. He thought it was adorable anyways.

As Sora finally lets go of his face, the merchant’s voice can be heard. As the voice gets louder, they realise that Teruya is running to them, “Syobai! Give me some of your warmth too!”

Heat mode: OFF

“Aaa! C-Cold!” The green-hair flinched as soon as he touches the broker’s cheek.

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Standing somewhere near the library in the Babel tower, the broker holds a book reminding him of his childhood. Everything he had to go through, from having a family with a dog that died before his vacation with his parents, getting lost in a country with no one by his side, and doing all of those dirty works to get a living. Never experiencing the childhood he was supposed to have.

As he grows up, he just goes with the flow. He only believes that what happens will happen and he has to accept it. If it’s death, then he’ll accept it if he has no other choice.

Then, how come he doesn’t feel like dying anymore? Like he probably has something to live for? Was it really the girl he’s with-

Nah, he’s probably not feeling well or something. He didn’t change a single bit, aside from his status that is.

Well, he was amused by the fact that Sora showed worry for him when Teruya pointed a gun on Syobai’s head.

“Teruya! Stop this nonsense! I can’t let you kill him!”

This was the first time he saw Sora this worried for him. Heck, she even smacked his head and hugged him once they were alone for awhile.

“You almost killed yourself back there! Stop risking your life like that! You’re making me worried!!!”

He couldn’t really help but let out a small grin when she was lightly punching his chest. Adorable is what he thought.

Speaking of Sora, where is she? She was supposed to meet up with Syobai by now. Oh god, she better not be-

“A body has been discovered!”

Once he heard those exact words come out of the small television hanging on the walls, a heavy feeling started to fill inside of him. He doesn’t know why, but his instincts is telling him to go to the location where this body is discovered.

All of that went away when he saw the white-hair standing right in front of the victim’s body. Was he actually worried about Sora?

Putting all of his thoughts aside, he goes to Sora, “So, who died this time?”

Then, Sora handed Syobai the Monocrow File, “Shinji Kasai. Cause of death was burning from flames.” She looked away a little with an expression Syobai couldn’t point out, but from her body movements, she looked nervous? She doesn’t act like that during investigations. Did something happen?

Sora did shot a glance at him as she handed him the Monocrow File, but then, her attention diverted to Syobai. With a questioning look, she asks, “Did you run all the way here?”

“Huh?”

“You’re sweating.” Syobai touches his forehead. He really is sweating. Did he really run? If he did, he didn’t noticed it at all.

Putting that aside, he too starts to question Sora, “So, where were you when this took place?” Not because he was too worried or anything. He just needs her alibi when the murder took place. That’s all.

“This isn’t the most convincable alibi I have, but I was with Yoruko, then I went to the bathroom. After using the bathroom, I went back to Yoruko and we continued searching for more clues. Then, we met up with Yuki and we both went to the place where the crime was committed. That’s when the body discoverment announcement was heard.”

There’s a huge part of him that wants to believe her whole alibi, but he knows that there’s something wrong with it. He’s not gonna confront her now, but later in the trial room.

He goes to the other students and asks them for their alibis and continues to search other places inside and outside the murder scene. During his whole time investigating, he couldn’t put his focus on the investigation. He felt like there’s something bothering him that makes him feel somewhat depressed.

Know what? He’s going to finally admit he’s praying to God that Sora has no involvement in this case at all.

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His prayers did not come true and his gut feeling was correct. Sora was lying about her alibi. Apparently, she didn’t go to the bathroom, she was actually in the crime scene tampering all of the evidence to prevent Yuki from becoming the blackened.

When Sora revealed the truth of where she was and what she was doing during the time of the murder, for the first time, Syobai looked surprised and shocked. Was she gonna be the blackened? That thought actually made the grey-haired man have his heart pumping so fast.

He could actually see Sora feeling so ashamed about it. He tries to focus on the trial, but he didn’t until people started suspecting that this case was a suicide. All of that emotions were gone after that.

After the trial ended, he decided to leave early to calm himself down and to study something about Sora. From all the times they’ve been together and know each other, he became curious and started studying more about a certain former student from Hope’s Peak. He just needed to check one last thing.

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After Sora met up with Teruya to discuss some things, she walks in front of the broker’s room and takes a shaky deep breath. She was really unsure if what happened back in the trial affected their reatlationship or his perspective of her. God, she couldn’t breath properly.

Sora knocks on the door, “Syo-“

Before she could say his name, she was pulled into the room. Next thing she knew, she was in a very tight hug with the broker. No seriously, she could barely breath in that hug.

Syobai lets go of her and he held her arms tightly, “Why did you do that?! Becoming a blackened for a guy when you knew that you’re going to die! Didn’t you know that?! Didn’t you know how I felt the whole trial?! I was so fucking worried about you the whole time!“

As Syobai kept ranting on, Sora didn’t feel scared or angry at him back. Actually, she felt amused and surprised. She could see on his face that he was about to break down emotionally. This is really new to see with him.

His voice, she thought she heard a different emotion when he mentioned Yuki. Was he jealous of him? Is he scared for her? Because if he is, she didn’t want to make him feel so burdened.

Syobai stopped ranting and without thinking, he pulled Sora closer and gives her a strong and passionate kiss on the lips.

Sora froze when he did this. He’s acting so different today, but it wasn’t a bad kind of different or anything. She finally gets to witness this side of Syobai which she finds very sweet of him.

After they both pulled away, Sora hugs Hashimoto, places her head closer to his chest and she gently says, “I’m really sorry for making you feel like this. I never realised how much you care about me.”

Sora lets out a small smirk without looking up at the broker, “Looks like the tables has turned.”

Syobai quietly laughs under his breath as he realises that it’s true. So much has changed in him. He didn’t really knew how, but he knows it was definitely Sora who caused it.

“Just don’t fucking leave me and understand how much I fucking love you.” He quietly mumbles those last words, wishing that the white-hair didn’t hear it.

Unfortunately, Sora actually heard it, but she laughed, looked at him with a large grin, “Aww, love you too and of course I’m never gonna leave you. Not now, not here.”

A wave of gladness washed over him as soon as she said those words. That’s all he wanted to hear. He really thought of her as an important person in his life now.

Even though he told himself not to get attached to anyone and to accept the fact that he will lose people on his path in life, he did get attached to someone and he’s not ready to give them up to death or to anything. He has time and he’s willing to spend it on her now.

#sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #sora (sdra2)#syobai hashimoto #hashimoto syobai #otp #syobai x sora #sora x syobai #yoruko kabuya #kanade otonokoji #yuki maeda #its so fucking late in the morning #but i finally finished this #going to a museum tomorrow #idk if i can do any requests tomorrow #do people read tags at all?#is this a crack ship or an actual ship #idk anymore

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Roses & Violets (Katlaska) Chapter 1 - Angelina

AN- For as long as he could remember, Brian has always seen Justin as this ethereal being who couldn’t be touched, that he was on his own planet above everyone else. When All Stars 2 finally comes around, Brian’s perfect illusion of Justin is crushed, and he finally gets to see the sad little boy underneath. For Justin, All Stars 2 is his last chance. He will not settle for anything less than the crown. No distraction will get in his way, no matter who or what it is. This is their journey to accepting each other, flaws and all.

(Before we begin I want to thank Vixen for giving me the idea and Dottie for betaing it. This is my first RPDR fic, so bear with me. If I have my way its gonna be a long slowburn. The name of the fic comes from “Roses and Violets” by Alexander Jean.)

Tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow Brian would throw himself head first to the wolves once again. When he first got the call for All Stars 2 he wasn’t sure if he was going to accept the offer. Season 7 had just ended, and anyone who managed to catch the show knew that it was almost his downfall, his breaking point. But even with all his hardships, he knew that he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Sure, his confidence took a huge hit during the filming of season 7, but ever since it aired he has gained a fanbase that was so supportive he started to look at himself in a positive light for the first time in what felt like forever.

He realizes that going back to a place where his already shaky mental stability took a huge blow is probably not his best idea and truly counterproductive, but he can’t help but think that it will be different this time. Maybe, just maybe, he could actually win the whole thing. Wishful thinking? Probably, but he is too excited to care. He can’t help but wonder who else is going to walk through the pink doors of the work room tomorrow. All he does know is Trixie will not be one of the queens joining him this season. He knows this because he just happened to be with her when he first got the call and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut (he’s sorry, please don’t tell Ru).

A certain faux blonde suddenly sneaks its way into his head before he can stop himself. Justin Andrew Honard has been someone he has caught himself thinking a lot about lately His obsessive tendencies make sure he is never too far from the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t joking when he told Alaska before the season 7 crowning that he thinks about her every single day. Even though he is pretty sure that the flirting was mutual, he doesn’t think Alaska took it as seriously as it was supposed to be perceived. Trixie smacked him over the head as soon as Alaska walked away, chastising his complete lack of subtlety.

Honestly Brian doesn’t know where this almost full blown obsession came from. Alaska was always his favorite Ru Girl before he went on the show, so it’s not that alarming. However, he knows it’s probably not healthy to be so addicted to a person. At least it’s a step up from being addicted to crystal meth so that’s progress I guess. And before anyone accuses him of being a crazy stalker he hasn’t done anything illegal or insane like go through Justin’s mail, even if he might have thought about it once but no, moving on we are not going into that.

He purposely makes his thoughts shift from Justin onto the other possibilities for AS2. He thought it was a given that where Alaska goes, Roxxxy and Detox follow. He wasn’t exactly excited to deal with the cliqueness of Rolaskatox but if it comes down to the 3 of them and Brian, he hopes he can come up from behind and pull a Jinkx Monsoon and take the crown. Moving on from the unholy trinity of drag (or was that the AAA girls, he swears Justin is in too many cliques for him to keep track), he thinks about who else he will be seeing in the morning.

He has a sneaking suspicion that Ginger would be there, because the last time he talked to her she had been very adamant that they would be spending a lot of time together this summer and he highly doubts it was a coincidence. Other than those, he honestly has no idea who else he will be seeing the work room. Ornacia can show up without Vivacious for all he knew. But at least for now, he shut his mind off from theorizing so he can get some sleep. Tomorrow was the big day after all.

Unbeknownst to Brian, Justin was in his own hotel room a few doors down. While AS2 was a fun opportunity to Brian, to Justin it was his last chance to fully reach his potential. If he doesn’t walk away with the crown and scepter, he honestly isn’t sure how he will continue on with his drag career. He knows he probably being over dramatic, but that’s only because he cares so much. Drag race has been his life since he first sent in a audition tape in for season one.

He was turned down year after year, and when Aaron got on the show his first try and won the whole thing his self esteem was shot. He promised himself that he would audition one more time and if he was turned down again he would move on with his life and accept that it wasn’t meant to be.Thankfully he did get on season 5, and even managed to get to the final three. But when Jinkx’s name was called as the winner and not Alaska’s, time stopped. It was at that moment he knew that his and Aaron’s relationship was doomed. He would forever be known as the half of the royal drag couple without the crown. He would never be able to escape Aaron’s shadow if they stayed together, and that thought was in the back of his mind when he cheated on Aaron with a nameless guy in Florida.

He was not exactly happy with how the relationship ended,with him leaving after yet another drunken argument that turned psychical. He is however, glad they ended it because for once in his life he can actually say it is possible to be friends with an ex. But the reason he is here ready to Bianca Del Rio the hell out of the competition is because he still seeks approval to this day. He believes that maybe Rupaul didn’t think that he wasn’t ready to become America’s next drag superstar the first go around, and honestly Justin agrees. If his won season 5, he would probably still be in a toxic relationship with Aaron and they would both be miserable having to put up a happy front to all the fans while they wear their matching crowns.

But he’s different now, he’s ready. He was (mostly) clean and sober, and because of that he enjoys how his career has gone so far. He has a successful career, album, web show with his brother, and girl group with the AAA girls. But all of that doesn’t compare to a shiny headpiece. He still wants the crown and he will stop at nothing to get it. He will shut off all his emotions because they got the better of him last time. He will show no vulnerabilities, he won’t let the audience view him as weak. He will be so perfect that Ru would have no other choice to name him America’s Next Drag All Star, where he will sit on the wall next to Chad Michaels for the rest of eternity. He has a mission. He has a goal. And it all starts tomorrow.

#katlaska #angelina #alaska thunderfuck #katya zamolodchikova #as2 #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant #roses and violets

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theygotmewhipped · 5 years

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Skin - 6. Visitors

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“Yumi, I have a question.” I was in the middle of doing some of my homework when Chanyeol knocked on the door of my room and let himself in.

“Yes, you can come in.” I turned on the chair and gave him a fed up look.

“Sorry, so can I ask?” He had that look that says, I want something from you that you probably won’t like but I really hope you will comply. I wonder what it’s gonna be this time. It’s been like three weeks since he moved in and he’s already made me do more things than I had done in a lifetime. From occasional walks with Toben to making me run for reason other than preserving my life to stepping in a gym for the first time ever and exercising outside of PE classes to climbing an artificial wall to visiting kids in the hospital to forcing me to go shopping with him and Baekhyun… Basically making me sweat my ass off either due to too much physical movement or stressing me out, most likely both. And those are just a few things of the list. From time to time he still asks for cuddles and shit making me shudder every time. After he finally moves out I’m gonna need at least a week in the spa.

“So what is it?” I readied myself for something ridiculous like his idea to go to the amusement park he had few days ago…We ended up going anyway, because he wouldn’t stop nagging. So I had to survive my personal hell and make my way through crowds of people without getting touched somehow. Proved to be impossible and I almost died but I tried my best.

“Would it be a problem if some of my friends came over for a weekend?” He innocently smiled at me.

“Which weekend?” I asked suspiciously narrowing my eyes. It’s Friday. If he says this weekend I’m gonna throw him out of the window.

“Uhm, this…weekend.” He almost whispered.

“Are you kidding me?! It’s literally tomorrow.” I yelped. That idiot definitely knew sooner.

“So~ is there a problem?” he asked as if nothing was wrong.

“Duh?” I exclaimed.

“Cause I have kinda already told them they could come over.” I knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it.

“Aaargh, Chanyeol, are you for real?” I was frustrated. At this point, I’m convinced he’s doing it on purpose. Pushing my limits to see how much more he can get away with.

“Sorryyyy… But it’s not like I have to ask you, right? I could have just let them in without you knowing cos I live here just like you do.” He said with a conspiring smile. You shithead, who lives here longer, you or me? Not that it gives me more rights but still… “Maybe you’ll make some friends among them.” He tried to make the idea more interesting to me.

“Dude, I don’t even want to be friends with you. Why should I make friends with your friends?” I said coldly. If they are anything like Baekhyun, I’m hanging myself.

“Ouch, that hurt.” He put his hand over his chest.

“Whatever, if they are coming over let’s clean up a bit at least so they don’t think we live in a barn.” I stood up. Chanyeol’s face brightened up with victory. I rolled my eyes and went out of my room with Chanyeol behind me.

“Just so you know, I consider us friends so there is no escaping it anymore. You have place in my life forever and beyond.” He put his arm around my shoulders which I immediately pushed away. However, I couldn’t stop a small snort from escaping which caused Chanyeol to smirk at me. This is going to be a loooong weekend.

Why is it that with Chanyeol living here majority of my days I’m woken by loud noises? What the hell did he break this time? I stared at the ceiling, coming up with ways to kill him and get rid of the body.

“Idiots, I told you to get the fuck out of the kitchen!” Someone raised their voice.

“Huh?” I looked at the door. That definitely wasn’t Chanyeol and even if it was him who would he be yelling at? Don’t tell me they are already here. It’s not even noon yet. I let out an exasperated sigh and got up. I changed into something socially acceptable and left the room. As soon as I set foot in the living room six pairs of eyes landed on me. Didn’t he say SOME of his friends?

“Hey, Yumi!” Baekhyun waved at me with a grin on his face.

“Uh, you again?” I scoffed. Baekhyun’s grin fell as others chuckled at him. “Where’s Chanyeol?” I asked looking around for him.

“Having a shower. He’ll be out in a bit.” Baekhyun answered. I grumbled a little and went check up on the kitchen because of the earlier.

“What the fuck? How many more of you is here?” Two guys where moving around the kitchen cooking something. Then I noticed colorful shards on the counter. “Aww. That was my favorite mug.” I whined. Which idiot dared to break it?!

“Sorry, about that. Junmyeon can be really clumsy sometimes.” A tall boy gave me an apologizing look. “I’m Jongin, by the way.” He stick out his hand. I stared at it for a bit then carefully reached out and gave it a brief shake.

“Yumi.” Another ridiculously tall guy that has look like innocent baby. Is this some kind of new fashion or something?

“And this is Kyungsoo.” Jongin introduced a smaller guy wearing my purple apron completely focused on cooking.

“Nice to meet you, Yumi.” He lifted his hand in greeting still focused on the food.

“Oh, Yumi, you’re up?” Chanyeol entered the kitchen wearing only boxers rubbing his hair with a towel. Does that even surprise you, midget? I looked at the two stand-byers then at Chanyeol.

“Can we talk somewhere less crowded?” I fakely smiled.

“Sure.” We went through the living room to his room.

“Chanyeol, can’t you put some clothes on? You have a lady living with you.” One of the guys on the couch scolded Chanyeol.

“She’s seen me naked anyway, Junmyeon, so why bother.” I face-palmed myself. You idiot.

“What?!” All six of them were shocked. Chanyeol just stared at them with big eyes in confusion.

“I mean I know she kissed you but I didn’t think you would jump on it so quickly. You of all people.” Baekhyun shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me anyway?”

“What are you talking about?” “It’s not what it sounds like.” Chanyeol and I said at the same time.

“So you didn’t have sex?” One of them bluntly asked.

“Yixing!” The guy named Junmyeon smacked him across the neck.

“What?” Yixing mouthed to him. Everyone watched us with an anticipation. Chanyeol’s ears and face started to burn red.

“Of course not, what the hell, guys?” I frowned at them and despite knowing it would hurt I pushed frozen Chanyeol into his room to escape. “Good grief. Why didn’t you tell me there would be so many of them? It’s like I walked into the wrong restroom all over again.” I closed the door behind us.

“You were on the men’s toilettes?” Is this really the first thing you say after freezing over sex being mentioned?

“Yes, but that’s not important right now. Why are they already here?” I confronted him in a low voice.

“Well, it’s Saturday so they’re here.” He said as if it was obvious.

“No shit. But why so soon?” I snapped at him.

“We agreed to have lunch together and Soo offered to cook so they showed up at once.” My eyes slowly fell from his face as he spoke. That’s not a bad view, actually. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before but this time they are close and staring back at me. “Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all.” I mumbled while staring at his chest in front of me.

“Yumi, are you okay?” He peeked into my face.

“Eh? Yeah, hundred percent.” I shook my head trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’m gonna go take a shower so take care of your guests ‘cause I don’t want another of my things broken.” I reached for the doorknob. “And for Christ’s sake put some goddamned T-shirt on.” I walked out in a hurry.

“Where you making out again or what took you so long?” Baekhyun mocked me as I walked by. The picture of Chanyeol’s ripped body crept up into my mind. Oh, God, no! I just gave Baekhyun a dirty look and closed myself in the bathroom.

I was getting ready for the shower when I spotted a huge spider crawling on the wall right in front of my face. I instinctively let out a scream and backed away from it. Right after, the door burst open and nine guys were staring at me squeezed together to see through the door frame.

“Aaa…” I screamed again and covered my bare chest with hands. Luckily, I was still wearing panties at least.

“What happened?” Chanyeol was at the front concerned about my well-being while his eyes wondered everywhere except me. Meanwhile Baekhyun, Yixing and two others whose names I still don’t know were staring at my chest and the others politely tried to keep their eyes on my face.

“There’s a fucking spider! So please, kill it.” I whined and nodded with my head to the wall, ignoring all the eyes.

“Spider?! Minseok, please save me!” Baekhyun was being dramatic and threw himself on a smaller guy next to him. Chanyeol then took off his slipper, stepped over the door and killed that disgusting thing.

“Isn’t something burning in here?” Junmyeon asked. We all sniffed the air to smell faint burning aroma.

“Shit, the stew!” Kyungsoo ran away and Jongin followed him. The rest of them stayed at the door, still staring at me.

“What are you still doing here?! Get out!” I shouted at them. Jesus, I will sue them for harassment.

“Uhm, what about the door?” Chanyeol scratched his neck.

“Just pick it up and put it against the wall. We’ll call someone to come and fix it on Monday.” I said in a resignation. “Now get out and make sure no one comes inside.” Chanyeol left and I let out a sigh. There just isn’t a day in this household that goes by without a hitch.

We were watching Ready Player One while eating Kyungsoo’s slightly burnt creation, hurled around the room since all of us couldn’t fit in the kitchen and when I wanted to stay there and eat alone I got a backlash from all of them, especially Chanyeol because “he’s already used to eating with me and doesn’t want me to feel separated and lonely”. So I ended up sitting on the floor between Chanyeol’s and Jongin’s legs, eating from a coffee table.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Baek exclaimed. “Yumi, I want a rematch.” He smirked at me.

“Ha?” I looked at him puzzled accidentally sprinkling the sauce on myself.

“I know you were the one that’s beaten me the other day. Chanyeol told me.” He said all-knowingly.

“What the hell?!” I punched Chanyeol’s calf feeling betrayed.

“Ou.” He bent over and rubbed his leg.

“Why, you idiot?!” I looked into his face which was now next to mine.

“I felt bad about lying to him.” He mewled with sad expression.

“Argh, you are such a moron. What are you? Five?” I snarled.

“Well, mentally he’s probably not older than three.” The one Chanyeol later introduced as Sehun answered. Chanyeol just watched me with puppy eyes. I let out a resigned sigh.

“Wait a second,” I slowly turned at Baekhyun after a sudden realization. “If he told you, then you must know we haven’t actually kissed.” I knitted my brows.

“Yep.” Baekhyun happily nodded.

“Then why the hell would you think we slept together?!” This boy, seriously.

“Well, a lot could have happened since then.” He just shrugged.

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes.

“You do have a soft spot for Chanyeol, though.” Jongin stated knowingly, adding wood to the fire.

“Nope.” I promptly replied.

“Right, Jongin? I think so, too. I mean Yeolie always talks about how they do this and that together even though Yumi always resists at first.” Junmyeon agreed with him.

“What the…” Does he tell them every single thing that happens in his life?

“She’s like angsty Baekhyun. Instead of wriggling a tail at him like Baek does she scowls but lets him off the hook and does what he wants nevertheless.” Yixing compared me with Baek.

“Hey!” Baekhyun and I frowned at him.

“See what I mean?” They all started to chat amongst them about the topic that was obviously me. The only one who was uncharacteristically silent the whole time was Chanyeol. I turned to look at him wondering what’s up. He was just staring off into the space with a shy smile his ears and face playing in pinkish color.

“Hey, idiot.” I nudged his leg. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or food poisoning? Was the stew too spicy or something?” He transferred his attention to me and his smile grew wider and bolder.

“I’m just happy.”

“Huh?” I rose an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t worry about it.” He lifted his arm and held it above my head but then he retreated with a look of realization. Was he about to pet me? Why did he stop then? I’m not complaining but this isn’t like him. Maybe he finally learned that I’m not to be touched. We were looking each other in the eyes, ignoring others talking. After he laid down his arm, the happy spark in his eyes changed. Even though he was still smiling something seemed to be bothering him and his eyes were dreary. Looking at him my chest started to feel heavy.

No, stop. It’s not your fault he’s like this. I turned away from him and stood up starting to clean up the dishes.

“I’ll help you.” Minseok offered and took some of the glasses helping me carry it to the kitchen.

“Just put it down there. I’ll load the dishwasher myself.” Instead of doing what I told him, Minseok opened the dishwasher and started to put the dishes in there.

“Stop, you are a guest.” I put a plate inside and tried to discourage Minseok.

“You know, Chanyeol’s a good guy.” He ignored me and talked about something else. “He may act childish and dumb at times but he’s actually clever and easily picks up on things.” Why is he telling me this? “He can be a bit naïve but that’s because he’s pure at heart.” I just watched Minseok as he did all the work and talked about Chanyeol. “You should give him a chance and I don’t mean it necessarily in a romantic way. I noticed you are keeping your distance from all of us if I must say. Never letting your guard down.” He closed the dishwasher. I just stared at him in awe. He’s known me for what, three hours maybe? “Do you want to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, building walls around walls just to feel safe?” I couldn’t say anything to him. I just stood there frozen after he opened up a curtain and peeked in to my life.

And now he just casually walks out of the kitchen like nothing happened. Who the fuck are you, Minseok? My anxiety walking and talking or something? What does he know about me anyway? He just scratched the surface. Anyone with observation skills could do that…well, anyone with observation skills of Sherlock Holmes… He’s probably just trying to get his friend laid. I took a deep breath, disregarding Minseok’s speech and headed for my room to take a nap.

“Yo, Yumi, we’re going bowling.” Jongdae called out to me while they were getting ready to go out.

“Cool, have fun, bye.” I said in monotone and opened the door to my room.

“You’re coming with us.” Chanyeol swept away my farewells.

“Nah, thanks. See you later.” I waved at them. Maybe never.

“That wasn’t a question.” Baekhyun chuckled.

“We need you cuz we’re odd number.” Sehun informed me. I turned around at them.

“Then just make three teams of three.” Hardcore math, obviously.

“But then we would have to make a tournament and we don’t want to.” Jongdae opposed me. I rolled my eyes.

“Then call someone else to go with you. I want my afternoon nap.” I doubt they can possibly have a problem finding one more person, there is already nine of them for crying out loud. That’s more people than I actually talk to.

“C’mon, Yumi, come with us.” Chanyeol tried to convince me.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Minseok added. I looked at him and he gave me a meaningful glare reminding me of our conversation. Or better said his monologue.

“I’ll buy a whole cake that you like so much from that confectionary in the park.” Chanyeol bargained with me. I looked him in the eyes interested in the offer.

“A whole cake?” I asked curious.

“Yes.” He confirmed while grinning at me with sparkling eyes. I let out a resigned sigh knowing I let myself be dragged into his plans once again.

“Fine, but I want my cake.” I said firmly.

“The soft spot.” Jongin whispered to Kyungsoo and he smirked. I glared at them. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone and sure as hell not Chanyeol.

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