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stupid-hoe-shit · 2 years

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zoro x fem! reader

- fandom -> one piece

- word count -> 4233

- tags -> roronoa zoro/reader, roronoa zoro, nami (one piece), monkey d. luffy, cunnilingus, deepthroating, doggy style, mutual pining, creampie, teasing, love/hate.-

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“13...14.."

You count as you pull yourself up on the bar in the crow's nest. The light shining through the windows lightens up the room as you struggle to pull for 15. You've started to work out more ever since you couldn't defend yourself at your last battle. You felt useless, unworthy of being a part of the Strawhats. You hate asking for help, but you had no other choice than to ask Zoro to help you train to get stronger. Ever since you joined the crew, you and Zoro have always had issues with each other. It started with accidentally waking him up during his nap when he was on watch. You two have been bickering ever since that argument. Always giving each other dirty looks, making fun of each other, shoving him when you pass each other, etc. To say the least, Zoro was surprised that you of all people came to him to ask for help. He responded with a cocky smirk, crossing his arms across his chest as he responds. This is kind of how the conversation went:

"No."

"What? What do you mean 'No'?!"

"I mean no. I mean, you could use the crow's nest and my workout space but I'm not helping someone who makes fun of my awesome hair."

So here you are, in the crow's nest, doing your 3rd set of 15 pull-ups.

"15". you left out a sigh, hands landing on your knees as you let go of the bar, catching your breath. You feel the sweat drip down your body, wearing a t-shirt with tight, spandex shorts. Your ass is sticking out in your shorts since you're bending over, breathing heavily.

Zoro walks up the ladder to the crow's nest, ready to start his workout. He opens the hatch to his workout room and the first thing he sees is you, bent over, with the crease of your ass sticking out underneath the shorts. He sees the outline of your pussy through your thighs and he can stop staring at your core. You, thankfully, don't notice him until he moves and stands up in the crow's nest behind you. As you hear movement in the floorboards, you immediately straighten up and turn around, seeing Zoro looking at you with his arms crossed.

"What? You like the view?", you say with a smirk trying to get him riled up and annoyed. He has a scowl and a small blush on his face. He looks away, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Trust me, you don't have anything worth viewing", He says in retaliation. You scoff and just ignore him, not in the mood to argue. He puts his swords down on the bench, ready to lift some weights. "Are you leaving or are you gonna stay and watch how it's done", He says with a cocky grin. Before he chooses the weights, he takes off his shirt and throws it on the bench next to his swords. Your eyes travel down his face to his pecs and abs. His toned body lights up in the sunny room. He notices your gaze on his chest and smirks.

"What? Do you like the view?" he says. You blush, hard. You look away from him, avoiding his gaze. You couldn't even think of something to say back as you make your way to the hatch of the crow's nest. Zoro chuckles as you make your way down the ladder. You can't deny that you have had those types of thoughts about him. The type of thoughts that have you clenching your thighs, letting out a whimper.

Your legs are shaky going down the ladder from your thoughts. You walk to the shared bedroom of you, Nami, and Robin and sit on your bed. You still couldn’t get the thought of Zoro out of your head. He pisses you off, but he’s attractive. The only flaw he has is that he sleeps too much, and you honestly find that kind of…cute.

Zoro isn’t supposed to be cute to you. He’s an asshole…right? And definitely not hot at all and you definitely don’t think about him bending you over a fucking you into oblivion.

definitely not.

Little do you know, Zoro is up the crow's nest, fucking his fist at the thought of you. He definitely didn’t get hard when he saw your ass in those shorts and totally didn’t imagine eating you out through your shorts.

definitely not.

He can’t help it. He’s felt something for you since the day you two first argued. No girl reacts that way with him. So when you did, you can imagine how shocked he was. As weeks went on, he found the arguments you two had became almost arousing to him. He wants to put you in your place, make sure you know where you stand.

Obviously, he doesn’t think low of you. He actually thinks you’re really powerful. When you came up to him, he was perplexed. Although he would never admit this to you, he didn’t see why you needed extra training. When you asked for help from him, however, it sent fireworks through his body, making him feel oh-so powerful. He would love to see you writhing underneath him, your legs shaking from overstimulation as he fucks you over and over again.

He pounds into his fist faster as he imagines you on your knees, taking his cock. He cums all over his hand at the thought of you deepthroating him and looking up at him with those big, lust-filled eyes of yours. That girl...

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When it finally turned nighttime, you were tossing and turning in your bed constantly. Sleeping has never been easy for you ever since you've been on the ship, but it's rarely this bad. Once you woke up the next morning, everyone on the ship could tell you were in bad shape. You're thankful no one mentioned anything about it during breakfast, except for a certain someone...

"Hey, eye bags, why do you look extra gross this morning, huh?" Zoro asked. He just doesn't have a limit, does he? Wait a minute...Did he just call me eyebags?!

"Look, five-head, I'm not in the mood right now", You responded. You seriously weren't in the mood. Right after breakfast, you were gonna head right back to sleep. But, of course, he just had to keep pushing.

"Not gonna train? I thought you were gonna get stronger?" Zoro says with a teasing smile.

"Zoro, would you cut it out! You're already being an asshole and it's only 8 in the morning", Nami exclaims, taking your side. You mouth her a "Thank you" and she nods apologetically, feeling bad you have to deal with that behavior so early into the day.

"Stop fighting and just enjoy the food!" Luffy yells and immediately goes back to eating. You all calm down and begin a normal conversation for the rest of your meal. It surprisingly puts you in a good mood, so you decided to train again today. You put on a loose t-shirt and some spandex shorts and begin your climb up the ladder to the crow's nest. Since stretching is a part of your routine, you decide to do some stretches before you start lifting.

Coincidentally, Zoro thought it would be a good time to train as well. He opens the hatch to find the best thing he's probably ever seen.

He sees you, bent over, touching your toes. More importantly, he sees your ass in those same spandex shorts again. And, once again, he's rock hard. The thought of bending you over his lap and spanking you for being such a whore runs through his mind. he stays there, poking his head through the hatch, just watching you stretch. He doesn't want this view to end. You don't notice him until you turn around to carts with all the weights. You see his head poking through the hole as you lift the 40-pound weight off the cart. He also seems to have huge blush on his face, and you can't help but call him out on it.

"Hey, moss-head, why the red-face?" You say with a smirk. You can't help but laugh when he looks away from you with a scowl. God, he loves that sound. The sound of your laughter has his heart beating faster and his face getting hotter.

You were in a good mood today, so you do something almost unspeakable.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna join me?" You say, almost shocked that left your mouth. However, what was even more shocking was how fast he responded.

"I don't see why not”.

He leaves his three swords on the bench as you continue your stretch, bending over and touching your feet for 5 seconds. You know exactly what you’re doing, and he loves it.

“Well, come join me in a stretch, Zoro”, you say as you come back up from your stretch. You look at him right in the eyes when you say his name, causing his eyes to go wide. He hates the way you make him feel. Yet, at the same time, he fucking loves it. You bend over oh-so easily, feeling shivers go up his spine at the thought of just rubbing on your ass.

“Ha, you’re funny. If you think I can do that then I might as well leave now", he responded.

“Fine fine. Lemme help you lift, at least”, you say, wanting to let him off a little easy.

He moves to the weight cart and takes the heaviest one. The 500-pound weight isn’t even that heavy for Zoro, so he lifts it up pretty easily. Your jaw almost hit the floor on how he easily he can lift that up. Your shocked face made Zoro chuckle as he curls the weights up and down both of his arms. “Trust me, sweetheart, I don’t need your help,” he says cockily with a grin.

Fuck, that’s so hot. He could probably throw you around no matter how heavy you are. The thought alone has you clenching your thighs embarrassingly. What’s even more embarrassing though is that Zoro notices. He sees the way your thighs squish together, look for some friction.

This was his breaking point. The final blow. He slowly puts the weights back down on the cart and walks towards you, looking you right in the eyes. “What? Why’d you stop?”, you say, wondering why he put the wights down. He walks right towards you and turns you around, your ass right on his hard cock. You gasp at feeling, getting hot already. You really weren’t sure what got into him that set him off but you sure glad it did.

“I stopped because you decided to be a needy bitch”, he whispers. You whimper at his words, trying your best to keep your noises in. “You feel that?”, he grinds your ass right on his cock, “look at what you did to me”.

You moan at the feeling, unable to keep quiet. You can’t just let him push you around, so you decide to be a little brat. “Well? Are you gonna do something about it?”, you say, knowing you are about to get absolutely destroyed for saying something like that. But you can’t help but tease him.

The hands-on your hips move up to your waist, rubbing your sides. This has you letting out a shuttering breath, your head fogging up with lust. He moves his hands from your waist to under your breasts. He doesn't quite touch them yet, but he leaves his hands there. He's teasing me, huh?

He doesn't get to tease you and get away with it. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You grind on his cock, moving your hips up and down. He groans, moving his hands back down to your hips making you stay right where you are. "

"Do you want me to do something about it?", he asks huskily right by your ear. This sends you over, finally reaching desperation as you beg Zoro, of all people, to fuck you.

"Yes please", You whine, losing all fight you had and giving in.

“As you wish”, he says with the biggest fucking grin. He quickly gets on his knees, still behind you. You try to turn around but Zoro keeps you still by keeping a grip on your hips with his strong hands.

“Zoro, what the hell are you doing?” you exclaim. You had an idea but you honestly thought you just going to suck him off or something.

“Just stay still, will you?” He says. You obey his wish and stay perfectly still while feeling his hot breath on your lower back. He suddenly moves his hand on your upper back and bends you so that your ass was right in his face.

“Zo-Zoro, what the fuck?!” you yell, flustered. I mean, he could’ve at least given a warning. You’re too shocked to move as he moves your legs farther apart.

“Jeez, calm down. Just enjoy yourself. There is just so much I want to do to you”, he says. You shiver at words. Taking his advice, you try and calm down, he’s probably just gonna stick it in and be-

“Oh my god, yes!” you groan. He licks up a strip and sucks on your clit. He takes his hands and spreads your ass cheeks farther apart so he can have better access to your dripping, clothed cunt. He continues to eat you out, still wearing your shorts. The friction of his tongue through your tight spandex has you shaking, grabbing onto the bench in front of you for support.

“Fuck, you’re dripping through your tight, little shorts. That wet for me, huh?”, he says as he smirks. He watches as a wet spot forms on your shorts. Both from his mouth and your wet pussy. Your moans fill the crow’s nest as he doesn’t move away from your cunt once. He sucks extra hard on your clit, making your legs buckle and you choke on a moan.

“Yes, Zoro. Right there, yes!”, You moan out. He flicks it with his tongue, moving in circles around your puffy, needy clit. "Oh my god- I think I'm- gonna cum!", you shout.

"Go ahead, cum", He says with his mouth pressed right against your clit. This sends vibrations from your pussy all throughout your body, causing you to orgasm. Your entire body shakes as the knot in your stomach snaps and your core gushes cum. Your shorts fill up with cum and leak down your legs embarrassingly. Some cum even drips through the fabric of your shorts. You cover your mouth to muffle your loud moans as he guides you throughout his orgasm, letting your ride it out. You whine as soon as it starts to become too much and Zoro takes the hint.

"Fuck. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life" Zoro says breathily, taking in the scene in front of him. Your legs are dripping with cum as your ass still has those tight, little, spandex shorts on. He licks up the dripping cum from your knee to your cunt, sending shivers up your body. He stands up completely and bends over so that his mouth is right by your ear. "You might be a little bitch sometimes but... I can't deny that you're so beautiful,"

This makes you absolutely melt, even if he called you a little bitch in the process. You press your lips together in an attempt to hold in your whimper as Zoro leans impossibly closer to your ear. He rubs his hard cock on your ass and whispers,"...But you look even better when you're cumming for me".

"Sh-Shut up!" You respond. How can he just say things like that? You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you felt his hard cock rub against you. He chuckles at your embarrassment. You couldn't handle the teasing any longer. It's finally your turn.

You suddenly turn around and look him straight in the eyes as you slowly make your way down onto your knees. You stare up at him with a small smile, excited at how much he's packing. You've thought about his dick inside you for the longest time. You see the outline of it every day through his pants and this enough shows he's got a huge cock. Even though you're excited, Zoro is ecstatic.

You on your knees is now forever engrained in his mind, never forgetting this beautiful picture. You take off his pants and see the outline of cock through his boxers. You can even see some precum leaking out from the tip and creating a wet spot on his underwear.

"Excited?" you say. However, you already know the answer by the way he shivers when you run your hands up and down his legs.

"You're probably more excited than I am, seeing how much of slut you are," he retorts. You both know he's just trying to rile you up. You squint up at him. You decide to let that one go, at least for now.

You slip off his boxers and his cock springs up with a leaking tip. It's way bigger than you thought it would be. Holy shit... is that even gonna fit? You ask yourself so many questions you eventually end up dazing off, staring intently at his cock.

"Don't be scared. I'll take care of you," he says quietly. You look up at him with innocent, doe eyes. That look... fuck. Zoro has always loved your eyes the most. It tells everything he needs to know about how you're feeling. And right now, those eyes tell him to fuck your brains out. And that's exactly what he's gonna do.

You take his cock in your hand, jerking him off before licking the tip of his cock. He lets out a hiss as you take in more and more of his cock until you are finally at the base of it, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat.

"There you go. Good girl," he says. You moan around his cock at the praise. This sends a vibration through him, making him groan as well. You start to move up and down on his cock, choking on it in the process but it's all worth it to see Zoro's face melt apart for you. Your hair starts to get in the way, Zoro notices before your do. He bunches it up in a ponytail, now moving your head up and down for you. You let it happen, loving the feeling of being manhandled like that. Zoro throws his head back the feeling you choking around his cock.

As he back down at you, he sees your innocent eyes looking straight at him as he continues to face-fuck you. This is what send him over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonn-gonna cum. Wh-Where?" His hips stutter as he loses control of his body. He pulls your head off of him and you finally catch your breath.

"Down my throat," you respond confidently. Zoro couldn't take it anymore. Your eyes, your words, just... you. As he takes your mouth back on his cock, he's cumming straight down your throat. You swallow every bit of cum he has to offer, not wasting the taste of him. As he cums, his head is leaning back with his hands keeping a strong grip on your hair. He lets out the best sound you've ever heard. A moan. A moan from Zoro. It had your shorts soaked immediately. Even more than they already were. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of you and pulls you off of his cock. His cum drips down the side of your mouth. You go to get it with your fingers but Zoro got to it first. He cups your face and cleans off the cum with his hand. He then puts his thumb in your mouth. You sit there, shocked.

"Suck," he says sternly. You suck and lick his thumb until all of the semen is gone. You look back up at him and he's smirking wildly. "Well," he leans down, two inches from your face, and says, "can I fuck you?"

He sees your swallow out of nervousness, scared of what this man is capable of. You're surprised his cock fit in your mouth, but inside of you? No way. Zoro seems to know exactly what you're thinking, as he says, "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll make it fit."

You whimper at the name. Sweetheart. God, this man drives you wild. It still hasn't settled in that you Zoro just gave each other head and are now about to have sex.

You impatiently move. Before Zoro can even process what you’re doing, he moves as well. You get on your knees, bend over with your face against the wooden planks of the crow's nest. Your cunt is out, dripping in front of him, on display. He can’t help but groan at the sight. He looks up at you, suddenly hearing you speak.

“Zoro, please. I can’t wait any longer.”, you say as you wiggle your hips. He feels the same way. Zoro isn’t sure how long he gonna last with a pussy as good as yours. He grabs your hips, pressing them flush against his own. You feel his cock press against your thigh, already hard again. He gropes you, unable to hide his massive smirk as you whine.

“Should I stretch you out first or nah?”, Zoro asks. The first actually question pops up. You quickly shake your head no, losing your patients. He chuckles at your actions. “All right, well, tell me to stop at any time okay?” he says, you both knowing you won’t be asking him to stop. You both want each other too bad for that even to be in consideration.

Zoro lines himself up to your pretty pussy and sinks in. The stretch burns but feels oh-so-good. You both hiss at the feeling of you two being connected, as one. Thinking about it like that makes it seem way more intimate than you thought.

He goes in deeper, in love with the feeling of your pussy tightening. He has you writhing with how slow he pushes into you; inch by inch. He finally bottoms out after a while, the stretch is painful, but you can’t help but want more.

“Good?” He asked. You can hear it in his voice at how much he wants to just fuck you relentlessly. But he’s waiting for you.

You choke on your words, feeling it so deep inside of you. “Y-eah, fe-els so good,” you manage to say. He takes his hands and purchases them on your waist. His thrusts start slow at first but they slowly become faster, and harder. At one point he's going so fast you hear the wooden planks beneath you start to make noise.

"Fuck, never thought you'd feel this good," he confesses. He takes his hands and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipple until you're whining. It hurts but it feels so good. Zoro is almost reaching his peak, but he needs to make you cum before him, to see you shaking beneath him. He moves one of his hands from your waist around your body, rubbing on your clit. With the combination of him reaching deep inside of you and his fingers on your clit, you can no longer hold back.

"Cu-cumming!" You feel his cock reach so deep inside of you; so deep you practically see stars. You're moaning, groaning, whining. You're unable to keep your noises anymore as you finally hear Zoro's words.

"Cum for me, baby".

You cum all over his cock in ecstasy. The warm feeling finally snaps into a hot sensation. He continues to pound into you ruthlessly. He's a groaning mess above you. He can't take the way you're sucking him in like this. He can't handle the way your shaking, whining beneath him.

"Wh-where?" He asks. You know what he's asking without any context. Your response is immediate.

"Inside me". His eyes go wide and cums immediately, gushing white in your pussy. Once he finished completely, he pulls out his cock. Zoro can't help but stare at your pussy, full of his cum. It's spilling out all over your legs. It's something that will be engrained in his mind forever.

Your hum in satisfaction turns into a giggle. " Wow, you came so much." You turn your head to see Zoro's flushed face. Even though you just has sex, you couldn't help but tease him. You move, sitting in front of him, sitting on your calves. You both are radiating heat from your faces as you stare into each other's eyes. Breathing heavily, you move closer. Your gaze goes from his eyes to his lips, wanting to kiss him. Would that be too intimate?

Before you can even think about it, He's kissing you. The heat through his lips spreads throughout your body. It's passionate, meaningful. You kiss for a while, stopping to take breaths once every few seconds. Once you finally part, you both smile. Zoro breaks the silence.

"You may be annoying, but you're just so beautiful."

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fic: so special {to me} word count: 728 rated: t+ warnings: language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “katsuki uses a lot of nicknames for reader/SO” summary/excerpt: “Anyone hear Bakugou call her angel the other day?” Kirishima mutters behind the wall of his palm, looking at the others with wide eyes. You and Katsuki are currently at the noodle counter, standing close as he pays for the two of you to grab some lunch while you’re out with your friends. It’s winter break, college courses pausing just long enough for you to catch your breath. “I heard him say babe for the first time, I swear.” Denki chuckles, kicking his feet up into Kirishima’s lap. “He’s head over heels, that Bakugou.” Kirishima scoffs, “At least she doesn’t have a crude nickname like Shitty Hair.”

fic: sweet ass, smart ass word count: 2,355 rated: m/e+ warnings: a lil spicy, language, alcohol, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugo’s SO likes to comment on his body, specifically his ass summary/excerpt: “Seriously, babe, it must be a side effect of your quirk, ‘cause you have a pretty sweet ass.” “I swear to Christ.” You smirk from over your glass, raising a brow as if to challenge him in this room full of people. You nudge his calf with the toe of your shoe underneath the table, everyone’s breath caught in their throats as they await what comes next. All Bakugou can do is grunt, turn his head to the side so no one can see the pink tinge on his cheeks, and take a long drag of his beer.

fic: something lost word count: 1,232 rated: t+ warnings: sadness ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + SO losing a pregancy summary/excerpt: “You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs against your ear, holding you close. “This isn’t your fault.” “It’s my body, Kacchan. Kind of feels like my fault.” You swear you see the threat of tears making his eyes bulge when you look him directly in the face. Your lower lip wobbles, “I-I wasn’t strong enough.” His hands are rough as he snatches you by the jaw, holding you captive, “Shut the hell up, do you hear me?”

fic: kiss me slowly word count: drabble rated: k warnings: none! ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + secret relationship summary/excerpt: You retweet an emotional message and Bakugou feels guilty.

fic: keep my secrets safe word count: 1.7k rated: t warnings: language ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + talking in his sleep summary/excerpt: Bakugou hates covert work. And he’s hungry. But also, apparently he talks in his sleep?

fic: toxic kiss, forbidden words word count: 1,704 rated: t+ warnings: spicy, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: fwb + “I think I’m in love with you” summary/excerpt: Your legs start to give out, unable to hold this position for much longer. You tap his calf with your toes, getting his attention. Bakugou’s palm drifts down your thigh, his body slowing as he leans to look at the only visible part of your face over your shoulder. Bakugou can tell what your silent direction means, and so he pushes your knee at just the right angle that he can flip your body. Your back is flush with the mattress, the heat from your skin stark contrast to the cool sheets; it feels refreshing, so much so that your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The way he looks down at you makes you want to break your one rule; the one thing you both said would help you keep this nothing more than it is.

fic: break the glass {in case of emergency} word count: 21.2k+ rated: m/e+ warnings: language, smut, slight violence, etc. ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: single father pro hero shouto summary/excerpt: Todoroki Shouto needs help, so he hires a nanny. More specifically, he hires you.

fic: uncontrollable, uncontainable word count: 697 rated: t+ warnings: blood, violence, language ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: todoroki + first kiss summary/excerpt: “I should have pulled back,” he starts to stammer, “I-I swore I wouldn’t use this side of me, because I can’t control it. Today taught me that.” “No,” you shake your head, voice coming out hoarse. When you swallow the lump in your throat, it pushes your tears over the edge, two little streams following the curvature of your cheeks. Shouto squeezes your palm, “I am no better than Endeavor - than my father.” “You are not your father,” you pinch the inside of his wrist, “hear me?”

fic: tomorrow is too far word count: 977 rated: g warnings: fluff - tooth rotting cuteness! ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: todoroki + “unexpected hand touching” summary/excerpt: You sling your backpack over your shoulders and he takes the first step towards the exit, holding the door open for you once he gets there. It’s silent as you walk down the stairs and out the front entrance, the cool evening air washing over you like a balm. “Wow,” you breathe in the sunshine-laced air, feeling rejuvinated, “it’s beautiful.” Shoto tilts his head, considering you while you’re distracted, “Yeah, it is.”

fic: only for a moment {maybe for forever} word count: 1,069 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + fake relationship summary/excerpt: “Please, just for a minute,” you say in a whisper before tensing back up, leaning further into him. It’s as if you’re getting back into character, the fog slipping over your face again, “You’re too sweet. I’ll pick up the next round, ‘kay?”

fic: you’re my home word count: 923 rated: g warnings: none! ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + tired cuddling summary/excerpt: “Wanna cuddle?” you ask, already knowing the answer. It’s not uncommon for Kirishima to need to recharge his battery when he gets home, and usually that’s fulfilled by curling up together on the couch and eating some greasy food. He is always calmed by your touch, by the anchor you give him to the real world, as he likes to refer to it.

fic: stars in my eyes, love in my touch word count: 2,769 rated: m/e+ warnings: spicy, language, etc. ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + pregnant!reader + fluff summary/excerpt: His mouth trails, pert blushed lips tickling your body, from your collarbones to your belly. He laughs once he gets to your navel, his voice soft as he speaks, “Not givin’ mama a hard time, are ya’?” Your heart warms at the sight of Kirishima mumbling to your unborn child, his fingertips tracing patterns and names over the stretched skin. He never fails to make you feel beautiful and important, especially not now. Kiri is always telling you how amazing you look, even if it’s in a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts. “You’re so perfect, you know that?” Kiri kisses the top of your belly before pushing himself closer to your face. He’s smiling as he kisses you gently, much in contrast to the past couple of hours you’ve spent between the sheets. He doesn’t mind, though, not right now when your hormones are raging and you want every bit of him that he has to offer. Kirishima kisses your cheek before pulling away, tugging you close so you can curl up into him, “I don’t know who I had to bribe in another life to get lucky with someone like you, but thank goodness I did it.”

fic: when liquid courage fails word count: 1,389 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: deku x reader prompt/scenario/trope: izuku + drunken confession summary/excerpt: “I don’t want to be best friends anymore,” he sniffles, his lips quirking as he tries to make the next words come out of his mouth. “I can’t be best friends a-anymore.” “Did I do something wrong?” You ask, racking your brain for something you could’ve said or done in the past couple of months to set him off, but you come up blank. You start to sweat, your hands flying around when you speak, “Deku, y-you could’ve told me, we could talk abo-” “No,” he reaches up to circle his hand around your wrist, tugging you back down to earth. He’s laughing, which is much unlike him, but it makes you pause, “This is why Kacchan told me to get drunk. B-Because I can’t think straight around you and I always screw it up.”

fic: quiet confessions word count: 763 rated: t+ warnings: n/a ship: vegeta x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “You’re in a coma and I confessed all my feelings for you only for you to wake up” summary/excerpt: “Stupid woman,” he speaks almost affectionately, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. “You’ve got to wake up, so I can tell you where my mind is at, what I’m thinking. Don’t you owe me that much?” He waits, patience wearing thin as your heart beats slower with time. As the machine echoes loudly in the room, he tries to even his breathing in tandem with the sounds. “No, I guess you don’t owe me anything.” His lower lip trembles, but he grits his teeth, straining his jaw muscles. “If there’s anyone who owes anyone else, it’s me. I owe you my life.”

fic: remember me word count: 6.9k+ rated: t+ warnings: mild language and violence, etc. ship: tamaki amajiki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: flower shop au summary/excerpt: Tamaki Amajiki saves a civilian. He doesn’t expect her to buy him coffee and teach him about the wiles of floral culture.

fic: vanilla soft serve word count: 754 rated: t+ warnings: none! ship: tamaki amajiki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: tamaki + first kiss summary/excerpt: Maybe it was the way you looked with ice cream on the tip of your nose. Or maybe it was the fact that his pulse was thudding in his ears. It might even be the way that your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks when you smile. Whatever it is, it makes Tamaki’s heart leap into his throat.

fic: rule breaker word count: 708 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: tenya iida x reader prompt/scenario/trope: tenya + being hit by a personality reversing quirk summary/excerpt: “Yeah, babe, I’m fine!” He’s laughing now, tugging you forward to wrap you up into his thick arms. You’re sighing, falling into his embrace, taking it even though it feels foreign somehow. Tenya giggles in your ear, “Wanna head home?” The blush on your face magnifies tenfold; you know that Deku had to hear that as he passed by to say goodnight. Your eyes go wide and you tilt your head back, but Tenya is nothing if not smug. You allow you mind to wander for a second and you swear that he meant for Izuku to hear him. “Sure, but you’re not driving,” you mutter, grabbing him by the wrist.

fic: going rogue word count: 949 rated: g warnings: none! ship: tenya iida x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “just tell me why you did it! because i love you!” + you caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out summary/excerpt: “Now is not the time to be self-righteous, Iida!” You step closer, your knees knocking into the iron railing of the hospital bed, “You are going to face charges! This wasn’t a sanctioned mission, you practically went rogue! Just tell me why you did it!” What comes out of his mouth next is not something you ever could have guessed or suspected.

fic: stranded on a rooftop word count: 587 rated: g warnings: none! ship: keigo/hawks x reader prompt/scenario/trope: keigo + “soft smile before leaning in for a kiss” summary/excerpt: “Not a problem, sweetheart,” his thumb notches underneath your chin, keeping your attention no matter how much you want to look away. “I love helping out a sweet little damsel in distress.”

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#bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha imagine #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha one shot #morgan writes bnha #my writing #mobile masterlist #todoroki shouto x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #keigo takami x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #tenya iida x reader #vegeta x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 years

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Divaz confos #3

Mod: Round three of your Divaz/z3st thoughts...

1. Re. Bjdivaz dump 2. No.5, I got screenshot of them saying what you said they did never happened, if you're the same anon that had them buy a 2nd hand doll and they haggled down the owner w/o telling u, that posted before. I believe u tho, anon. No.6, it was my doll that waited with them for 20 days. They weren't checking it - they had printed a shipping label which is how I knew how long it was there. And they told me it shipped. Their fault entirely for slow shipping. u can't make excuses!

~Anonymous

2. #5 might have had a decent point until they went from "this was my experience" to frothing Z3st-like falsehoods and extreme reactions. This is why people aren't taking your type seriously. You start raging at the tiniest thing, typically brought on by you or someone else being completely incapable of understanding simple statements. You're not a righteous army, you're the Karen Squad.

~Anonymous

3. BJDivaz deserves to go out of business. There, I said it. Anything they are doing at this point is their own fault, no one is "crusading" to get them shut down, it is their constant CONSTANT temper tantrums and inability to shut the hell up that is destroying their own name. Do you people really think DOA made that 'Dealer Caution' tag on a whim? They are suffering the consequences of their own shitty actions.

~Anonymous

4. Couldnt leave it as a comment because the divaz supporters would attack me. I think both divaz and al3x are insufferable. Al3x because he was proven to be a liar, and divas for being petty and unable to stay professional. Z3st's comment history made him look crazy, so his negative review wouldnt have been taken seriously, and others would skim it. Divaz brought attention to it, and gave it validity when they attacked anyone who didnt leave a positive later. Both of them can fuck off.

~Anonymous

5. I will NEVER buy from BJDivaz with the way they are responding to people. Z3st, I get, but tangy m3lon? Anyone who doesn’t give them positive glowing feedback gets responded to, and I am sure they will blast them to their followers like they did to z3st. Why are they allowed to respond to that in the feedback thread? Make a paging thread, message a mod. This is why people cant be honest, they attack anyone and everyone not bowing down to them. I will not be placing an order, ever.

~Anonymous

6. I have a long layaway with BJDivaz that’s due to end next year…should I be worried?

~Anonymous

7. Divaz should've just canceled Z3st/al3xcess's order instead of transferring it to DZ tbh. Kevins don't deserve nice dolls.

~Anonymous

8. Z3st/al3xcess needs a new hobby, because clearly dolls aren't it. Stop harassing other collectors and trying to make it harder for them to get the dolls they want. Get a life and some perspective, the thing you're crying about is so much not a big deal at all it's pathetic and so transparent that you're just crying to get attention. You're just making yourself look worse and lending more credibility to the post about you.

~Anonymous

9. Zest and his friend should really get a job or just go outside or something other than spamming this board with their bullshit.

~Anonymous

10. Vic3mage and that one other person seem really nasty whenever they comment on the Divaz debacle, but haphazarrd-marionette and mysteriously delicious the0rist seem so similar that vic3mage might be right about them being the same person. I'm not really sure who to believe anymore.

~Anonymous

11. I feel like I can't even vague any company anymore because everyone thinks it's abt Divazz, even though it's not. And I know someone is gonna say I shouldn't vague, but maybe I just wanna vague rant a bit, and be done with it? If I put the name to it, I might just fuck someone over, and I don't want that unless they're like known in the hobby for sucking ass. If I vague it's because I'm personally a bit upset, but I don't wanna ruin someone's rep for my one incident.

~Anonymous

12. Does z3st participate in his local comm? I'm worried about showing up to a meet with him present because I don't want to get into a physical altercation. The thought of being at a BJD with him prescence makes me feel very unsafe.

~Anonymous

13. Why are the fans who title themselves as diva boosters, always thinking that all these confessions on diva's is made by one person? look at the den of angels thread, look at the people who didnt write 100% positive reviews, and look at the likes they got. Obviously people are fed up with divas and see through the bullshit spam positive feedback, including DOA mods. Funny how addicts deletes bad feedback from people pointing them to a feedback group, but leaves the positive feedback.

~Anonymous

14. Seeing all the new alt accounts people have made to chime in on the bjdivas argument like *sips tea* 👌

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers

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leoneslover · 3 years

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𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

Sugawara Kōshi x reader(fem!)

Warnings: none

A/n: I missed posting self indulgent stuff 😔😔 anywayz, here’s the answers to the fluff alphabet for Suga that no one asked for lol. This is lowkey self-insert btw.

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★彡 A = Admiration : What do they absolutely adore about you?

• Probably the fact that you have so much in common.

I feel like he’d be the type of person to bond over shared interests. Wheter that be a show that you like, a band, a hobby, or even the fact that your personalities are alike; is enough to make him grow a soft spot for you and those shared things in his heart.

★彡 B = Body : What is their favorite part of your body?

• Your waist and your lower back.

He wouldn’t really mind pda, but at first he wouldn’t be so sure on wheter you’re into it or not. So he found a nice middle ground to start with, and that was just holding you close to him at all times. Wheter you’re walking through the hallways, on a crowded street, or just standing there and talking to someone; his hand would naturally get a hold on your waist.

Even after a long time dating each other, he still has this little habit. But it’s ok, none of you really mind it, and it kinda grew on him by this point anyways.

★彡 C = Cuddles : How do they like to cuddle?

• Facing each other, one arm around your waist and the other stroking your head.

He likes to be able to watch you fall asleep next to him, and he loves that you’re the first thing he sees when he wakes up. He also loves this position cause he’s able to kiss you as much as he wants in many different ways. (And also makes him able to press your foreheads together and fall asleep like that 🥺).

★彡 D = Dates : What does their ideal date looks like?

• I said it once and I’ll say it again, this man is a picnic enthusiast. Period.

He’ll take you to lots of different locations only to have a little picnic date for the day. And if you like to cook or bake, then he’ll definitely help you to make something the day prior only so you can share it on the date.

★彡 E = Emotions : How do they express emotion around you?

• I feel like it’ll take him a little bit to open up to you, but after he does, he wouldn’t be afraid of telling you how he feels if needed.

He doesn’t see emotions as weak, and doesn’t really mind to show them around you if he feels comfortable enough. Though he prefers to be the one comforting you instead.

★彡 F = Family : Do they want one? If they do, when?

• He definitely does, but it’s not the first thing he has in mind.

He’d like to settle down at some point in his life. Buy a big house so he can have two or three children if you’re up for it. But he wouldn’t rush it, he’ll just let things happen and enjoy his youth first, he has time to think about family later.

★彡 G = Gifts : How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?

• He likes giving meaningful gifts.

Not a big fan of really big and impressive stuff, but rather small things that would remind you of him, or a certain date that you guys had, or maybe even an in joke that you guys made up. Also a big fan of letters and little love notes that he’d slide here and there.

★彡 H = Holding hands : When/How do they like to hold hands?

• He loves holding hands. It’s one of his favorite things.

He does it mainly when you’re walking around during summer, since it’s too hot for him to press you against him by your waist like he normally would. But wouldn’t mind doing it some other time if you like it.

★彡 I = Injury : How would they act if you got hurt?

• Mom mode activated.

He would try to act calm around it and treat the wound properly, but on the inside he’s so worried he thinks he might scream. Would constantly check on you after he’s done, and give you instructions on how to treat it on your own (if he isn’t around to do it for you).

★彡 J = Jokes : Do they like to joke around with or prank you? How?

• YES of course he does.

Not a big fan of pranks, but would do a lot of questionable stuff just for fun (and of course you’re gonna tag along, I mean, he has a point on the majority of those). He’s probably joking around you all the time, and you probably have a handful of random in jokes by now to the point that that’s the only way you guys communicate.

He’s chaotic let him be.

★彡 K = Kisses : How do they like to kiss?

• Slow and passionate.

Your kissing sessions with him could go on for hours honestly. He loves kissing, but what he loves the most is when he can pour all his feelings into one and give it to you like if his last breath depended on it.

Would stroke your hair or back while you’re at it.

★彡 L = Love : How do they show they love you?

• Affection. Lots and lots of affection.

He’s clingy asf, so expect a lot of hugs and kisses that might catch you off guard a couple of times.

Also words of affirmation. He’ll tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him almost daily.

★彡 M = Memory : Favorite memory together?

• When he first told you he loves you.

He remembers almost vividly everything about that time. How your eyes opened slightly, how your eyebrows rised up almost instantly, how you stared at him for a solid couple of minutes as if you were still processing the words. And how you finally whispered ‘I love you too’ while looking away.

He likes to think about that before he goes to bed.

★彡 N = Nightmare : What is their worst fear?

• Being replaced, especially for not being good enough.

He’s afraid of other people taking his loved ones away from him just because they’re better than him. He knows he’s not the best in anything, which is the main reason why he tries so hard to keep improving, and why he puts others before himself.

He’s scared that if he doesn’t try his best at everything, someone else is gonna take his place.

★彡 O = Oddity : What is one quirk they have?

• No matter the situation, he always knows what to say, and when to say it.

★彡 P = Pet names : What do they like to call you?

• Bunny and Darling are his favorites, but he literally calls you whatever he feels like.

★彡 Q = Quality time : How do they like to spend time with you?

• He likes to hang out with you as much as he can.

Having lunch together, going on dates, tagging along whenever you have to go out and buy some stuff, studying at your place, having sleepovers, you name it.

He just enjoys your company too much 🥺🥺

★彡 R = Rhythm : What songs reminds you of them?

• Selfless -The Strokes (shameless plug for my smau ahem go check it out if u haven’t already ahem).

• As the world caves in -Matt Maltese

• Midnight City -M83

★彡 S = Secrets : How open are they with you?

• 100% clear

The only times he keeps stuff from you is when he’s planning a surprise for you or something.

★彡 T = Time : How long did it take you to get together?

• Probably a couple of months.

He likes to let things flow naturally, so it probably started of as casual friends who flirted a little bit too much. And before you knew it he was already kissing you in your front door after what it felt like a date.

★彡 U = Upset : How do they act when you’re upset?

Would ask you about it right away.

If it has to do with him, then he’d profusely apologize and try to make it up to you for it.

If it doesn’t, then he’ll gently rest your head on his lap, playing with your hair as he listens to you rant about whatever it is that is making you feel bad, and then give you advice if needed.

But if you don’t wanna talk about it, then he’ll give you your space. Though he’d check on you frequently, making sure you’re not neglecting yourself.

★彡 V = Vaunt : What are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?

• He’s proud of how far he has become as person, and how he’s still improving on himself.

He’s also proud of you of course, and he absolutely adores showing you off. Why wouldn’t he?

★彡 X = X-Ray : How well are they able to read you?

• He’s used to having to read people all the time, so he’s probably pretty good at it.

However he still likes to ask directly rather than to beat around the bush, he wants to able to help you if needed.

★彡 Y = Yes : How would they propose to you?

• He would probably plan a whole day together before hand.

Would bring you breakfast to bed, take you out for lunch, maybe a little walk around the park or going shopping or whatever you feel like doing. And then take you out to a fancy restaurant that would probably be too fancy and a little sus tbh.

But he’d only propose once you get back to your house. He’d stop you before you can get the keys to your front door. Ask you if you had fun today. He would smile softly at you, saying how he’s glad that he’s able to spend so much time with you and how you make him the happiest man alive. Before actually getting on one knee.

If you say yes he’s absolutely kissing you in your front porch and carrying you inside bridal style.

★彡 Z = Zen : What makes them feel calm?

• Write his feelings down.

Whenever he feels like he could do some relaxing, he’ll just make himself a cup of tea and get a notebook out. He could write for hours, from really heavy stuff to random thoughts. He just pours it all out in the paper.

After he’s done, he feels like a brand new person.

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cozy-neko · 3 years

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The Cherry On Top • 02 • 03 | Charity stream disaster • 04

Kenma checked his stream overlay one last time to make sure everything was set up correctly. The streamer was only ten minutes away from his scheduled 24-hour charity stream that Akaashi had set up for him in partnership with the energy drink company, Black Sheep. For every donation Kenma receives during his live stream, all proceeds will be 100% donated to help animal shelters in need of supplies.

For once, Kenma was actually excited about a partnership. As a lover of cats and raising three rescues himself, it wasn’t particularly a hard decision for Kenma to make when Black Sheep had approached him and brought up the idea of a partnership and a charity stream campaign in conjunction with the animal shelter Black Sheep was associated with.

That was why when his sponsorship with Black Sheep had been threatened by a rumor, Kenma ultimately made a public announcement to deny the rumor and personally reached out to the PR/Influencer team at Black Sheep to talk it out with them.

Now, three minutes prior to going live, Kenma’s phone buzzed multiple times. He glanced at the lit up screen and rolled his eyes. It was Kuroo who was blowing up his phone, and Kenma had a fairly decent idea of what the texts were about.

Last week, Kuroo and Kenma had met up with Akaashi and Bokuto for their monthly dinner meet up when Akaashi had mentioned Kenma’s upcoming charity stream.

“A 24-hour stream is too easy for Kenma; the gremlin routinely stays up at least 36-hours once a week anyways.” Kuroo let out a barking laugh as he flipped the meat that was grilling in front of the four friends.

“That’s besides the point, Kuroo.” Kenma rolled his eyes and leaned back in the vinyl booth. “I’m doing a charity stream. All donations I get during the stream goes towards the animal shelter that Black Sheep partners with.” Kenma made sure to slowly emphasize the word “charity” when he explained his upcoming project.

“You know, I’ve never seen Kenma so excited about a project,” Bokuto quipped as he eagerly tucked into his meal.

“It’s for a good cause and Kozume was quick to say yes,” Akaashi added as he flashed a small smile towards the flushed streamer. Kenma still wasn’t used to hearing people praise him, no matter how often he was always featured in esports commentary and articles.

“I have three cat rescues myself, so it was a no brainer,” he mumbled, averting eye contact. He opted to push around the burnt pieces of meat with his chopsticks around his plate instead.

“Aw, you’re embarrassed that you got caught being openly excited for your next project!” Kuroo smirked and nudged his friend. It was all friendly-banter, and Kenma knew that Kuroo meant well and was extremely happy for him, but he flushed harder as Bokuto and Akaashi chimed in to cheer on their friend.

“I’m just being a nice person. Maybe you should try it some day,” Kenma shot back.

“What do you mean?” Kuroo scoffed. “I’m always a nice person.”

Akaashi and Kenma rolled their eyes at Kuroo while Bokuto let out a good-natured laugh at Kuroo’s response.

“Hey, wait! You know what you should do to make your 24-hour stream more spicy?” There was a mischievous glint in Bokuto’s eyes as he waited for his friends to respond.

“Bokuto-san, whatever you’re thinking probably isn’t a go--”

“Drunk 24-hour stream!”

“Oh, nice!” Kuroo snapped his fingers and grinned his infamous Cheshire Cat smirk. Akaashi sighed and Kenma grimaced.

"I’m not going to take ideas from two drunks. And we barely sat down to eat, how are you two this drunk already?” Kenma wrinkled his nose.

Kenma unlocked his phone and quickly scanned through his group chat. Yup. There it was: a barrage of texts from Kuroo asking Kenma if he had his booze ready followed by a spam of suggestive eye emojis by Bokuto. Kenma was quick to notice that Akaashi had purposely chosen to ignore the group texts and offered no help in diverting the suggestions.

Kenma snorted quietly at Bokuto's message as he locked his phone. He looked up at the monitor to his right and read some comments that were starting to flood in his stream chat. He gave his camera a small smile and leaned back in his chair, answering some questions that caught his attention and saying "hi" to others.

Kenma usually liked to start his stream off rather chill by interacting with his viewers. After playing his music playlist and adjusting the volume, he finally announced his agenda for the day after a few minutes.

"Today I'm partnering with Black Sheep for a charity stream. It's going to be a 24-hour stream and we're gonna spend most of the time playing some League. All donations I get will go towards helping an animal shelter which you guys know I'm all for." Kenma paused as his donation notification sounded and his text-to-speech setting began to read the donation to him and his viewers.

"meowriachi donated $25: 24-hour stream? too ezpz kodzuken"

Kenma laughed and ran a hand through his messy half-up styled hair.

"I was telling my friends about today's stream and Kuroo said the same thing. Maybe in our next collaboration we'll do a longer stream if you guys want that. We'll also be able to have more fun and do more things, too."

Kenma was smart and sneaky. He always was. Kuroo did always say he was the brains of the team back in high school when they played volleyball together. Kenma was good at analyzing situations, and because of this strength, Kenma knew when to use certain words and situations to create benefits for him and his career. This was no exception. The streamer knew Black Sheep would be moderating his stream, so now the company had slight pressure to partner with him again if there was an in demand from his fans. And this was Kodzuken we were talking about. There was no doubt Kenma knew there would already be a second sponsorship in the works.

Kenma smirked. Easy peasy stream indeed.

Kenma loved his job. He truly did. It wasn't every day someone could wake up every day and actually look forward to going to work, and for that, Kenma was thankful. He was thankful that he had the skillsets to do well in competitive gaming and that he had a knack of being able to pick up mechanics of new games so easily. He was thankful that he had a fanbase that enjoyed his commentary and sarcastic humor, and a fanbase that supported and helped him build his brand from ground up.

Kenma knew he owed one-third of his success to his fans and another one-third to his own hard work and passion. But Kenma also knew he owed the last one-third of his success to his friends.

Not once did Kenma regret making Akaashi his manager; Akaashi had gotten him way more sponsorships than Kenma himself could've if he was still balancing streaming, content creation, and managing his own projects.

Kenma was thankful for Kuroo for always challenging him to step outside his comfort zone. Even when Kenma was irritated and didn't want to hear Kuroo's words of advice and encouragement, Kenma was still grateful for it all.

And Bokuto. Kenma guesses he can be thankful for Bokuto for always hyping him up when he needed it the most. Especially when he was extremely hung over from a night out of (forced) drinking and had barely ten minutes to wake up and set up his stream on time.

Yes, Kenma was truly thankful for his friends. But right now, Kenma wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill Kuroo and Bokuto for coming over to his house uninvited even after he warned them not to and for raiding his stream in real life.

Right now, Kenma was seething. One, he was in the middle of a very important sponsorship deal. Two, he was in the middle of a ranked game in League of Legends and he didn't want to lose his winning streak. And three, his two goofball friends had showed up to his house with alcohol and announced out loud to his viewers that Kenma would now be participating in a drunk 24-hour stream.

Kenma doesn't remember the last time he got this mad. What's worse was that Kenma's fans were all for it. His stream chat was getting spammed with poggers emotes, and it was difficult for Kenma to admit that he had been getting more and more donations ever since Kuroo and Bokuto had shown up and the alcohol was brought out. And because of that, Kenma had begrudgingly surrendered and cracked open a White Claw.

Except he didn't stop only at one; not if Kuroo and Bokuto could help it. And at only about 5'8" with a smaller build, Kenma unfortunately fell victim to being a lightweight. And with Kuroo and Bokuto, kings of being instigators, were there to egg him on along with his stream chat, Kenma downed can after can.

Just a little something to take the edge off a work week, right?

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→ kenma’s twitch stream took me 30 minutes to piece together 😪

→ if you see the same comments on kenma’s twitch chat twice... no you didn’t 😀🔪

→ also peep the stream title change 👀

→ kenma’s the type to use scuffed candids of his friends as their contact photos, but it didn’t work out too well. he actually respects akaashi enough to use a decent photo, and bokuto never takes a bad photo. ever. i guess kuroo’s the only one he can easily clown.

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I Forgot That You Existed : Epilogue

A/N: . And this is the end of the series really enjoyed writing this. Hope you all enjoyed it too. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It’s been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : mild swearing.

Mini Playlist : London boy and Lover by Taylor Swift

"The news is just loving you." You chuckled sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling on your phone. Tom grimaced.

"Just check out the headlines"

Trouble in paradise

Wedding a PR stunt? You read out.

"My PR team is so pissed at me right now they are on the edge to handle this whole mess."

You were scrolling through your feed as you stumbled upon a photo of yours with Tom posted by a fan account. It was a recent photograph from the carnival where you are seen holding hands walking through the crowd. It was a backshot but it did leave little to anyone's imagination that it was you and Tom. Whoever posted it wrote with the caption.

Is it?? Are they?? OMG!! 😲😍

"Oh fuck me!!" You cursed.

"Darling I would love to do that but I'm sort of busy right now with making you breakfast." You gave him a dirty look and shoved your phone to his face.

"Look at this." Tom was puzzled at first then slowly his eyes widened with shock as he took a look at the photo.

"What the fuck!!"

"I'm so dead Alex is gonna eat me alive." You face palmed.

"How did they even get this?"

"How can I know?! Someone must have spotted us and clicked it."

"What do we do now? There is no way people are gonna believe that we aren't in a relationship."

"I'm in no place to take in the hate so…" you got busy with your phone.

"Wait what are you doing?"

"Nothing just desperate times calls for desperate measures." Being in this industry one thing you have realized is that people will believe anything posted online and Alex has taught you a few tricks to handle these kinds of situations. So before people start making a fuss about that photo you decided to share some photos from the vacation on your Instagram. The first photo you posted was of you, Tom and Harrison which you captioned

Best friends for life!!💕🍻

You posted a few more including one from the carnival too.

"Well disaster averted temporarily. We can clarify things further in interviews."You winked, showing him your phone. Tom stood in between your legs wrapping his hands around your waist.

"My girlfriend is a genius."

"That I am." You smirked.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" he pouted.

"Tom are you serious? I already extended my stay by one week for you. If I stay any further Alex will just kill me. And don't you have a press tour coming up?"

"Yeah fine will miss you though."

"Me too" you pecked his lips.

"By the way I was serious about that before, you know in the kitchen." he drew circles on your skin.

"I didn't say no either" you bite your lower lip batting your eyelashes innocently. Tom tightened his grip on your waist, peppering you with kisses on your neck you squeaked as he lifted you from the counter.

Three Years later…..

"Y/N just relax." Zendaya said. You were pacing in your bridal suite.

"I can't, this is just too much to handle, do you think I should run away? Tom will understand right?" you blabbered.

"Y/N it's totally normal to get cold feet for the bride to be before her marriage." Elysia tried to calm you down.

"And if you faint on the aisle, your maid of honor and the other bridesmaids will be honored to catch you." Zendaya chuckled.

"Not helping Z." You deadpanned.

"Umm Elysia you seemed quite calm when you and Sam got married how was that so?"

"Believe me girl I was nervous as hell. All sorts of doubts started hovering in my head like what if this is a mistake? What if all goes wrong? But once when I was at the aisle and saw his face all my doubts cleared away. This is the man I love and spending my life with him will be the best thing in the world. Whatever may come in our way we will overcome it together."

"Wow that's a great insight."

"You got this girl! " Chloe cheered you whilst fixing your dress.

"How is the bride doing?" El enquired as she entered into your room with a jovial smile.

"Oh hi El!" you eagerly went and hugged her.

"Hi darling!"

"You're late by the way." You quipped.

"I'm sorry dear the flight got delayed."

"Girl you seem to be doing much better than your groom. I just happened to pass by your husband and by his looks he seemed like he would shit in his pants any moment." You all burst out laughing.

When the news of your wedding broke out it became the talk of the town.

You wanted it to be a private affair away from the prying eyes of the media. So what's better than getting married in the peace and serenity of the countryside in the presence of your close friends and family.

The aisle was beautifully decorated with white lilies and roses.

Tom was shuffling on his feet at the aisle.

"Dude everything is fine, stop worrying. She will be here in a few minutes." Harry tried to boost his confidence.

"You know Y/N is a sort of fickle minded what if she had a change of mind?" Harrison chuckled.

"You know what Harrison? You are the worst man." Tom grumbled. Harrison laughed.

Finally, the priest came out and asked everyone to stand. It was your turn! All eyes would soon be on you. Chloe and Ed's three year old daughter Belle was your flower girl for the wedding. She looked cute in a pink gown as she walked on her little feet lining the path with white rose petals as the music started.

You only took two steps out before you were greeted by your father. He escorted you down the aisle. He became your strength; without him you would have fainted you thought. The guests looked at you, taking pictures of your dress, waving at you, smiling- one thing was for sure, though… no one made a sound.

Up ahead you saw him, Tom. Your future husband, the love of your life, your everything. He stood taller, his shoulders back and his eyes on you. If you weren’t mistaken you could have sworn tears filled his eyes.

Tom stood there hypnotized seeing you in that pristine white wedding dress you looked like a dream he thought as you walked towards him.

At the end of the aisle your father hugged you

“I'm proud of you jellybean” it was a kind of emotional moment for you as a few tears slipped down your eyes so as your father's and then he presented you to your groom. He placed your hand in Tom’s and smiled. As a couple, Tom and you stood in front of the priest.

Before your father walked away, he patted Tom on the shoulder. That was his way of welcoming him into the family.

Standing next to your love felt overwhelming. You glanced at each other for a moment.

"You look beautiful." Tom mouthed to you.

"You too." You mouthed him back with a wink.

Elysia was right you thought, an unknown excitement surging inside you.

Was this really happening? Will I soon be Mrs. Holland? You thought.

The minister said to guests, “You can now be seated”. Everyone followed his request.

“Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony.”

He said the speech and afterward you exchanged vows, tears filling both your eyes.

Paddy walked in with Tessa who had your rings in a basket she was holding in her mouth. Everyone went 'aww!' as she looked adorable in a wedding tutu walking over to the aisle. You placed Tom's ring on first, then he placed on yours.

“With the power invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Tom leaned in and kissed you,softly like he’s never done it before. Everyone cheered for you, however you barely noticed; your full attention rested on Tom.

And you left the stage with Tom hand in hand. Though you were against doing any kind of wedding tradition but your bridesmaids were adamant for the bouquet ceremony so you had to give in to that. They lined behind you.

"Okay girls you ready?!" You tossed the bouquet. You turned to see Zendaya had caught it.

"I knew it was your turn next." You cackled.

"This is not done. We could have done the garter ceremony too; it would have been so much fun." Harrison complained.

"I think you guys had your fair share of fun on the Bachelorette with all the booze and that stripper that by the way our parents aren't aware of" you muttered with a stern look in your eyes. Harrison gulped because he was behind the whole Bachelorette fiasco.

"Yeah we are fine." he said timidly.

You went to change to something more comfortable for the reception.

The lawn buzzed with excited chatter and children ran between the tables in a good natured game of tag. There was the scraping of chairs as folks got up for a standing ovation as you and Tom made your way to the head table, smiling and holding hands. There were cheers and someone whooped.

As the evening progressed everybody had loosened up a bit. People were chatting, eating and enjoying the reception.

"Finally the number of women are increasing in the Holland family." Elysia announced. Everyone laughed.

"Ah! seeing you two together really makes us happy" Nikki said.

"Yeah now it's time you give us our grandchildren too." Your mother joked. You and Tom flustered at that.

"Moomm!! we just got married. We are too young for that, let us enjoy this time." You whined.

"Honey I had you when I was 25. No pressure though take your time."

It was the time for your first dance with Tom,your friends pulled you both to the stage, a soft music was playing. You held his hand, his other hand resting on your waist as you swayed to the music.

"So how are you feeling wifey or may I say Mrs Holland?"

"Umm the weather is a little warm, feeling a little bloated other than that I'm doing fine hubby." You chuckled.

"You know I was so nervous I actually thought what if you changed your mind about the wedding?"

"Not gonna lie I was actually thinking of running away." You smirked. You exhaled resting your head on his chest swaying to the music.

"Hey you okay?"

"Yeah why?"

"Nothing, just all that baby talk."

"Hey it's totally fine I'm way over that. And I would love to be a mom again but not now."

"Just imagine you me and our four little halflings. We could have two girls and two boys or three girls,one boy or a pack of four boys like us or.." You cut him off.

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down mister. First of all we are not having more than two.''

"But why? I'm totally gonna be a hands-on dad I promise."

"Easy for you to say because I will be the one going through the whole birthing process. So no uterus no opinion. And isn't that why Thanos snapped in the first place overpopulation, limited resources." You chuckled, snapping your fingers. Tom shook his head laughing.

"I would be so glad if I have twins all the hassle in one time."

"Whatever you want darling. You know how much I love you."

"I know and I love you too."

"Okay how about three if not four?" He suggested.

"If we are to count you, I'll have three kids to look after so your wish is fulfilled already." You laughed.

As the reception was drawing close you went up the stage tapping on the microphone to seek everybody's attention.

"Good evening everyone. First of all, I really wanna thank each and everyone for blessing us with your presence at our wedding and making it memorable."

"Tom and I have known each other since we were kids. Our mother's were convinced that we would end up together and so we did though we had to go through our own rough patch. But I'm glad that eventually everything got sorted out and the credit goes to our families and friends."

"It's no secret I write songs taking inspiration from my life and Tom has been a major part of my life. So this is for you hubby."

The band played the notes as you started singing.

"I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives"

Everyone clapped and cheered. Tom's whole face lit up as he looked at you.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you (ooh)"

Tom was blushing at his seat as Harrison elbowed him in a teasing manner. You had a wide smile as you looked at him.

"And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English"

You took the microphone in your hand singing and walked over to Tom extending your hand to him. He took it and got up from his seat as you walked him over to the middle of the stage.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you"

You stood there glancing at his eyes.

"So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)"

Present day….

"And that is how your mum and dad got married kids." Harrison finished his story letting out a deep breath.

"Wow uncle Haz that was epic!" Your seven year old daughter chirped in awe.

"Yup everything was epic with those divs."

"We are back!" Tom announced as you both entered your house.

"Peter! Vienna! Where are my pumpkins?" you called out as you heard shuffling of feets and giggles.

"Mommy!! Daddy!!" your little munchkins came running to you.

"There they are." You cooed. Your five year old son launched himself into your arms as you picked him up.

"Did you have fun with your uncles?"

"Yess!!" Peter said beaming with joy.

"Uncle Haz and uncle Harry were telling us a story." Vienna informed you.

"What story bubs?"

"Your and daddy's love story." You and Tom looked at each other smiling.

"Oh really? I hope they didn't go much into the details keeping it kids friendly."

"Of course Y/N you really don't trust us do you?" Harry said feeling offended.

"To be honest, No" you replied bluntly.

"Where's Ava and Jordan?" you asked whilst putting Peter down.

"They are with their moms at mum and dad's house helping with dinner." Harry said.

"Okay then let's get you guys ready and then we will go to grandma's for the Christmas Dinner eh?" Tom said to your kids.

"Yayy!!" Vienna and Peter rushed back to their room.

You were at the doorstep as you rang the bell as you were greeted by Nikki.

"You guys are late."

"Sorry, someone was way too confident about his navigation skills so had to take a detour." You eyed Tom.

"That wasn't completely my fault. How would I know that the road would be closed?" Tom retorted.

"It's Christmas time Tom! Everyone knows." You both started arguing at the doorstep.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Okay that's enough for now, God you two have been married for almost 10 years and still your non stop bickering continues." Nikki scolded you both.

''You got all the things I told you to bring?''

"Yes mum." Tom said sheepishly.

"Merry Christmas grandma!!'' Vienna and Peter came rushing in clinging on to her.

"Aww Merry Christmas my loves. C'mon get inside all your cousins are waiting for you."

After the dinner all you ladies gathered in the living room and gossiped among yourselves and your husbands were chugging on to their beers and having their share of laughs in the dining room.

The kids were busy playing amongst themselves.

Vienna came up to you and tugged on to the sleeve of your sweater. You turned to look at her brown doe eyes which she totally inherited from Tom along with her luscious curls. She was a stark image of him.

"Do you need something peanut?"

"Mom, will you sing for us? Pleaasse." she innocently asked, making a puppy face the trick she had picked up from her dad in the meantime. And how could you say no to that.

"Anything for you honey. Can you bring me my guitar love?"

"Sure mom." Vienna beamed with joy as she ran to bring your guitar. You slipped down the couch to sit on the carpeted floor stretching your legs as you strummed on to the chords.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover"

Vienna sat beside you. You swayed sideways while singing to her. Vienna tried to sing along with you clapping her hands to the rhythm. Peter came running and settled down on the other side of you resting his head on your lap. You stroked his hair with your hand gently.

"We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my lover"

The boys heard you singing as they got up and flocked in the living room. You glanced at Tom standing at the doorway smiling and gave him a subtle wink. He can never get enough of you, every time he looks at you he falls in love again and again. Sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky? You were perfect, who gave him the two most precious gifts of his life. His heart swells when he looks at his little family. You make him whole.

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover"

Tom walked towards you and picked up Peter making him sit on his lap as he sat beside you. His one hand went to wrap around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, you looked at him smiling. You were so proud of this man, the perfect husband, the doting father to your children you didn't have words to express. Tom rested his head on your shoulder, Vienna and Peter clinged on to you as you sang. You felt full from the inside out.

'' Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover"

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beignetbenny · 4 years

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If you're comfortable would you share more you projecting your relationship onto Zukka? I originally followed you from the grocery trip post and i honestly love that sort of thing

You... you want me to project my relationship onto Zuko and Sokka more? My relationship? The one where my GF texted me “if i cosplay zuko and you cosplay sokka and we kiss would that be crazy or what?” that relationship?

I have literally been DYING to do this

Zuko and Sokka met in their junior year of college (performing arts college because if we’re projecting we’re projecting) and the first time Sokka sees him he’s already like: I’m in love

Since Zuko is an arts student, his style is a little more on the quirky side i’m not gonna lie. It’s usually a mix of grunge and goth stuff with the occasional surprise like “oh you have a turtleduck pin on your backpack. Are those pride flag socks?”

Sokka already had a pretty established friend group, but Zuko had transferred back in that semester after taking a leave of absence for family reasons. So, immediately sokka takes him in.

Zuko becomes really good friends with Aang and Katara and Suki and Toph of course, as they spend most of their time together. With rehearsing, running to get food at obscene times of the night still in their dance gear because rehearsals ran long. They food hop and get boba at 2 am, coffee at 3 am, McDonalds at 4 and so on. They go out and get pasta at midnight and refer to it as pasta time. Only one of them has to drop that phrase alone in the groupchat and everyone agrees on a time. Pajamas be damned. They get away with it because technically they are student athletes

A joke by Sokka that is run into the ground by the time they sneak ben and jerrys into a Tap level 5 placement. Zuko is the only other one out of the friend group that gets the highest dance placement as Sokka. It’s understandable, tap dancing is very hard, its’ a difficult skill, and not everyone can do a winged time step into navy time steps it’s rightfully difficult and the timing is off

So... the two of them start rehearsing together more. It wasn’t that they didn’t a lot before, but the class was mostly split and sure they were definitely friends outside of classes too but Sokka felt like his super mega crush on the hot belter who came in with Aftershocks from Next to Normal was something he could get over. So he kinda stuffed it away the more they worked together.

Then they get assigned a scene. An acting scene. An acting scene that ended in a passionate kiss. An acting scene the teacher said they were both capable of

So they rehearse it. They’re both dead letter perfect by the first night because they have expectations to live up too and both of their siblings just get things so much easier and suddenly they’re talking instead of rehearsing.

Three hours pass before they remember “holy shit we’re running this with blocking in class tomorrow we should probably get this right”

So they go through the scene, the emotions are pretty high, and they both lean in for a stage kiss before Sokka stops

Sokka: Wait... Zuko: What? Sokka: This is okay right? I can touch you? I mean we didn’t talk about it first and- Zuko: Sokka Sokka: And I know this is both of our first scenes with a kiss and i really respect you as an actor and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable Zuko: ...Sokka Sokka: And I just want to say that- Zuko: You can kiss me Sokka: What? Zuko: It’s not a big deal. We’re both trying to be professionals right? It doesn’t need to mean anything. Sokka: ... yeah...

So they kinda uh... kiss... and they don’t really stop... kissing

They do it in class and the kiss maybe plays off a little too well. The other classmates clap, the teacher gives feedback. His main point is that you’re supposed to be in love but you’re acting like it hurts.

And sokka makes some bullshit excuse about how he saw the character differently and Zuko tags along to that idea giving more validity to the statement and the teacher is like “alright, bet. You’ve proved your point. It’s probably not what the playwright wanted but this is about expression so i’m glad you feel expressed”

They don’t rehearse together anymore because both of them feel like they’ve gotten it and don’t want to ruin anything. They still hang out. They still have pasta nights. But things are kinda weird. But more than anything, Sokka really misses his friend

In the end, they end up having to do the scene for a showcase. Meaning that during rehearsals they have to do it again and again and again and again until it sort of just becomes normal

Good luck kisses back stage turns into kissing in greeting when they’re visiting each others dorm rooms turns to picking up food orders for each other. Never in front of people, because you can make it platonic. And realistically it’s only done so both of you can make the stage kiss feel more comfortable.

But that doesn’t stop Sokka from being like “woah man i’m getting mad butterflies when we kissed even though I immediately called you dude after the kiss broke"

So sokka comes up with a plan because as much as he likes whatever they’ve got going on, which he does because friend and kissing and cuddling is GREAT for someone who is scared of commitment because the chance of something happening to that person would literally destroy him and that doesn’t feel great.

Instead, the night of the showcase he gets all of his friends to hype him up to ask Zuko out with his favorite candy, a coupon to get pasta, and well... the obvious question

But Sokka waits until they’re in places like an asshole but also because he’s kinda terrified and if something goes wrong it could change the whole dynamic of the scene and they’d both flunk out of fucking THEATER SCHOOL AND-

And he shoves the snack and the coupon and a note he hastily wrote into Zuko’s hands before running to his own entrance to do the scene because he’s stage left while Zuko’s stage right.

And they do the scene, but somethings a little off. Zuko seems distracted but he’s also happy? like super happy? Like did the laugh queue and made it sound genuine instead of spiteful happy? And he smiled into the kiss? That wasn’t... something they did. But Sokka went along with it because the scene SEEMED to be working fine

And then they go off stage and the second the theater darkens, Zuko shoves the prop pillows into Sokka’s chest

Zuko: Fuck you Sokka: What? What did I- Zuko: I mean, yes, obviously yes. The hot tamales were a great choice but fuck you. Sokka: Yes? Zuko: Yeah!

And that’s the only conversation they get in because they have to help with the other prop changes but the moment they are finally backstage and their mics are off they kiss in the little hallways backstage that goes from one entrance or another

(at least they think they’re mics are off but uh... that was embarrassing and i don’t want to put that on them carrying on)

When the show ends and they’re both wiping they’re stage makeup off about to leave their director approaches them and obviously they both think they’re in trouble because they just did a 180 to what they had practiced for the last month but the director loved it. And then he asks them why it was different and Zuko admits that something finally clicked. And the director chalks it up to opening night vibes and that now they should keep it that way for the rest of the performances

The night the show closes they do a Gaang pasta night and the rest of them don’t even realize anything is different until Sokka reaches over and takes something from Zuko’s plate (which was usually off the table and would result in getting fussed at) that they noticed something was up.

#zukka #eli tries to write #theater kid au #Anonymous

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 3 years

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Initiates -- Original AC OC Fic

8//12/2020: Okay so yup here’s my OC espionage story that I’ve adapted for the AC universe. I proofread it once and will probably edit it again when I reread it in like two days lol. Thanks to @alexiios for solving my temporary naming crisis lol. If you want me to post OC fact files (if you enjoy this), then hmu/lmk! I loved writing this (like months ago) and I want to give you guys SOME content, so I hope you’ll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it! Tagging people that might enjoy it? (plus @/alexiios lmao don’t want to spam you with mentions)

Hard to believe that this is only 2242 words but ok go off i guess

Feedback greatly appreciated, as always!

WARNINGS: Violence, car crash, hospital mention, blood mention

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @britishhotassassin // @rahdahleigh // @iceboundstar // @sofiewithat // @mythandmagik (I’m guessing your url changed aha)

“I think I’m gonna check,” Jake lightly knocked his knuckles against the wooden table.

Zoe lifted the corner of her hand. “I raise thirteen.”

The last card was placed onto the table. Last chance to bet. “Twenty-six,” Jake gazed through his eyelashes, raising the bet once again.

Groaning, Zoe threw her cards onto the pile of chips in the middle of the table, two fives staring her in the face. “Fine, you win.”

“As per usual!” Jake laughed as he slapped a pair of kings down in front of him and collected his chips.

“Jesus! You always get the good hand!” Jake flashed a look of offense.

“No I do--” He was briskly interrupted.

“Name one time you’ve lost! I bet you cheat.”

Before he could reply, someone walked through the door of the lunch room. “Nick?” Jake’s voice laced in confusion as his smirk dropped.

“Break’s over. We need you both.”

Startled, the two followed their boss into a briefing room. “What’s the problem?” Zoe asked, leaning against the table. Jake sat down on a chair next to her, kicking his shoes onto the polished wood beside her. He popped some gum in his mouth before undoing his top button of his checked shirt; the two of them opted for a casual office day. Zoe and Nick both declined as he offered them each a piece. “Really? It’s strawberry…”

“Not now, Jake. We have a missing agent. You are two of our best trackers; no one else in the whole department is as… experienced. We need you to find him before it’s too late.” A picture was brought up; blond hair and brown eyes.

“He was last seen at these coordinates-- get on it.” Nick left the two in silence as he dropped two files on the table and left the room.

Zoe picked one up and slid the other one Jake’s way, hitting his shoes. Sitting straight, he leaned forwards to take a closer look. “I have the agent.”

“I’ve got the leads…” Zoe mumbled with a frown, sifting through the relatively thin file that had been accumulated over the past few days. CCTV screenshots, cases previously solved that could harbour motive for revenge, and a few other documents referring to things she had never seen or heard of before. “Hey, Jake?”

“Hmm?” He looked up with interest, his chewing paused.

“Have you ever heard of Abstergo Industries?”

There was a silence as he thought. “No; is it one of those massive corporations?”

Zoe’s eyes roamed various images of murder scenes, all having one thing in common; jewellry in the shape of a cross, circled in red ink. “Something like that…”

Did Nick mean for us to see this? It feels classified…

“So his name is Matthew Anderson. Twenty-six, unmarried, single child, no children. There is literally no record of him anywhere; no school record, no criminal record, no family record; nothing. Only things like “Favourite coffee shop”. The man’s an enigma. Why would anyone want to kidnap him? There’s no evidence to justify a ransom or leverage of any sort…”

“It does seem strange, but it might have something to do with this Abstergo place. Let’s go to that coffee shop and see what we can find.”

Jake followed Zoe towards the armory; full of necessary gear and equipment. The pair grabbed what they needed, namely the issued pepper spray and tasers. Their badges waited for them, along with any IDs they may need. “Ready?” Zoe debated bringing a firearm, but decided against it; there was already going to be one in the glovebox.

All Jake did was wink and smile, donning his jacket. “Always.”

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They spent the rest of the afternoon searching for answers in the coffee shop. Social media, local news posts, Police records-- even private databases -- all with the keyword, ‘Abstergo’. Jake left to the counter after a while to buy more coffee for the two of them; their eyes had begun to sting from staring at a screen for so long. Zoe was writing some information down in her notepad when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced to see someone dressed in a grey hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. They had hidden their features under their hood, but Zoe could tell that they were looking in her direction. Hiding behind fallen hair, she rubbed her palms against her jeans.

Jake returned with her latte, placing it down before sitting to nurse his cappuccino. He noticed how unsettled she had become. “You okay? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” After he spoke, he licked the milk mousse moustache from his upper lip.

Zoe smiled, his actions calming her slightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “It’s just…” She lowered her voice. “There’s a guy over there. He’s just… staring.” Jake quickly flitted his gaze over in that direction and then back at his partner, his head unmoving.

“He is a bit creepy, isn’t he?” he mumbled. “Feel like getting out of here?”

“Please.” Jake left to get takeaway cups as Zoe started clearing the table.

The sun had already begun to set as they left the coffee shop and got into an unmarked van designed for undercover work. As they were driving down some narrower country lanes, Jake noticed something out of the rearview mirror. “Uh, Zo’?” She hummed in reply from the driver’s seat, preoccupied with the road. “I think someone’s following us.”

“What should we do?” she asked, turning left. For the second time that day, Jake was interrupted. A bullet shattered one of the back windows.

“Not much!” Jake took the pistol out of the glovebox and began firing back. Zoe stole a glance behind her.

“Look out!” Jake grabbed the steering wheel and pulled. The wheels veered out of control and the van tumbled. It rolled off the road.

The vehicle eventually stopped, lying capsized on the grass. Footsteps approached the door. “Yeah, boss; we got ‘em,” a gravelly voice stated. Jake, barely conscious, never moved a muscle. “Roger,” the voice said again, and footsteps started to recede.

“Zoe,” Jake groaned. He got a quiet mumble in response. His nose alerted him to the imminent danger they were in; the smell of petrol. Trying to move, he winced at the sudden throbbing pain in his head.

And his torso.

And his back.

He took a step to remove his seatbelt, bracing himself as he hit the roof below him. He groaned as his upper back collided with the ground. “Hey, Zo’.” Jake crawled below her and tried to unbuckle her seatbelt with a sense of panic. “Damn,” he cursed. The seatbelt wasn’t going to loosen willingly. He searched for any solution and found a glint in the half opened glovebox by his feet. He had rediscovered his pocket knife.

Quickly, he pulled it open and stuck it in the seatbelt box, jiggling it around; waiting for the click.

After a few painstaking moments, the restraint opened. He ripped it off and Zoe fell onto Jake’s torso, immediately winding him.

“Come on, Zo’; we need to get out of here.” His arm clung to her waist and he wriggled out as fast as he could from the flammable scrap. He was relieved as he inhaled fresh air; flushing out his lungs from the scent of leaking petrol.

Once they were clear of the vehicle, Jake laid Zoe out of sight and began to lightly touch her face. “Wake up, Zo’. We need to leave!” There was a minimal groaning response; but she was still conscious-- with her eyes half open. “That’s good enough for me.” With difficulty, he scooped his partner into his chest, stood up shakily, and tried to walk in a straight direction.

“FREEZE!” He stopped, closing his eyes. His arms were trembling in exhaustion, and his heart begun to palpitate. “Turn around—slowly.” He listened, clutching Zoe tightly.

“Come on, mate,” Jake tried, making earnest eye contact. “You don’t want to do this.” His eyes scanned the gun pointed at the two of them worriedly.

“I don’t think that you’re in the position to tell me what to do.” The same voice, body turning in the shadows, triggered his radio. “Sir, they’re still alive.” A static grumble was all that could be deciphered in Jake’s ringing ears. “Yes, boss.”

The gun began to aim. “Don’t move.”

The safety clicked. “It would be in your best interest to close your eyes.”

Jake waited, watching the trigger, steeling his already hardened glare.

Nothing happened.

Until, in a split second, the gun moved from Jake’s chest to Zoe’s.

“NO!”

BANG!

Bodies were sent flying down the hill Jake had painfully trekked up. They rested at the bottom of the hill; lying still-- breathing stiller. “They’re finished now, boss,” the voice quipped.

There was a sound of car doors slamming and a car engine starting, and it began to drive away.

It was still for a moment…

Until Jake grimaced. One of his arms were trapped under Zoe’s body This time, she was out cold. Jake wiped the grime off of his forehead, before being engulfed in a stabbing pain. He let out a broken cry. Zoe was unharmed; a concussion was assumed, at worst.

But Jake was shot. And he was bleeding out. He choked on his words; the pain kept swallowing them.

What he needed was an ambulance--and fast.

He only had one arm to move his body, and it caused him the most pain he had ever felt.

“Argh,” he groaned. “Z-Zo’.”

He had to find something-- anything-- to call for help. He searched his pockets, but he knew that he wasn't prepared for situations like this.

… But maybe Zoe was.

“Zoe,” Jake attempted to shake her awake. “Please, wake up!”

There was minimal movement.

“Help me out here, love...” He pressed against his side with his hand, whilst his other worked on slipping out from under Zoe’s body. Eventually, he managed to retrieve his trapped limb.

There was no blood on Zoe’s clothing, and Jake reassured himself that she was unharmed-- relatively.

He placed both his hands on his side, focusing on stopping the bleeding as much as possible. A wave of nausea overcame him; the heat from the flaming vehicle caused his stomach to churn almost endlessly as he glanced down. Blood was seeping through his fingers, and Jake’s vision was becoming increasingly blurred; he allowed himself to close his eyes, wanting nothing more than to pass out. He felt his mind begin to cloud over, but there was a certain buzzing in his ears. It was faint, but it was there…

The last thing he heard was his name being called by a half familiar voice.

He only hoped that it wasn’t too late…

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Beep after beep after beep… his ears would explode any moment now. He tried to inhale through his nose, and quickly had the urge to itch as something constantly prodded inside his nostrils.

Task 1 -- open your eyes.

His eyelids felt content to stay obstructing his vision, yet his instincts said otherwise, and they obstinately broke apart.

It was dark. That was his first observation.

Being in what he assumed was the hospital, the stereotype inclined him to believe that bright white lights would be the first thing he would see. That certainly wasn’t the case. The moon cast through the half open blinds, the entire building held an air of kenopsia.

Jake, still feeling drowsy, decided to wait until the sun rises to make any moves; all he knew was that he was safe, and he could allow himself to let go.

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He closed his eyes for a second, and the sun was up, being met with a familiar face.

“Hey,” Zoe smiled, tension relaxing her shoulders.

“Hi,” Jake replied, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? I’m not the one in a hospital bed.”

“Just making sure.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

Jake chuckled. “You know me; I’m full of surprises.”

There was a calm silence that clouded over the room. “They said you were lucky, you know. You’ve been out for three days.” Zoe looked over at the IV drip that was taped to his arm.

“The best three days of your life, I bet?” he chuckled.

“No, no; Jake, they were the worst days I think I’ve ever had. Don’t pull a stunt like that ever again -- for both our sakes.”

He couldn’t help but smile. A few rapid knocks on the door interrupted the moment, and Nick came through the door. “Alright?”

“Alright.”

“Not bad.”

He sighed. “You probably have some questions.”

“So many questions…”

“You don’t even know…”

He raised his hand, silencing both voices. “Once you’re both ready, I will answer them. But for now, you’ll rest and recover. I apologise for… all of this.” He turned to leave, but stopped as if he forgot something. Without a word, he pulled out a coin, flipping it in Zoe’s direction, who caught it automatically. He nodded intently, and left. She shared a look with Jake, turning the now recognisable token in her hand. It wasn’t any form of currency, but instead had a certain insignia minted in the centre; a rather obscure looking ‘A’. If it was an ‘A’ at all…

“What do you think it means?” Zoe asked.

Jake shifted, slightly groaning. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, will change everything.”

#assassin's creed #oc #original character #zoe grant #jake riley #ta da #meet my AC babies #feel free to ask about them #ask and you shall recieve #enjoy!#I'll cringe at this tomorrow but I'm too tired to edit it a third time #deal with it for 12 hours pls #thx #i'll fix it

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Sixteen)

SERIES MASTERLIST

previous: fifteen

next: seventeen

corresponding quinn post

I'M POSTING THIS AS IF IT WAS POSTED RIGHT AFTER THE GAME SO IT IS NOT TREVOR'S BDAY YET

SUNDAY, MARCH 19, 2023

PREGAME

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yourusername welcome to my pregame penalty box update: ducks v canucks edition!

my bashful boyfriend currently has gone six games without a penalty. he has done this two other times this year, but has yet to make it to seven! let’s see if he can do it tonight on his birthday eve!

my boundless best friend resides at three games since his last penalty, much to trevor’s enjoyment. he might not be a duck, but he is mighty, so let’s see what tonight holds!

the bets for this game are at much smaller stakes, and no side bets were allowed this time. apparently jacky baby and i have a “betting problem” and need to be stopped.

best of luck my boys! z, i love you always🧡 quinner, i love you legally💙

tagged trevorzegras, _quinnhughes, jackhughes, jamie.drysdale, lhughes_06, colecaufield, and _alexturcotte

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trevorzegras i love you forever y/n/n🧡

yourusername simp

trevorzegras so what?

jackhughes brb gagging

user1 y/n and jack are the type of duo that would run to vegas to spite everybody

yourusername @/jackhughes 🤔😏

jackhughes @/yourusername 😈

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/yourusername NO

_quinnhughes i love you legally, too, you addict (you called me a doo doo head?)

yourusername i came with defects, so what? (you can’t prove that)

_quinnhughes i want to trade you in for a newer model

yourusername we all want things we can’t have QUINTIN

user2 NOT Y/N BETTING THAT HER BEST FRIEND GETS HIT WITH THE PUCK😭

colecaufield bringing snacks

yourusername smirnoff**

colecaufield did huggy give you permission?

_quinnhughes you know very well no one has control over her and we all cater to her every will

colecaufield ah yes, the princess treaty

yourusername get peach!

POSTGAME

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update show: whoopsy daisy edition! trevor received a “slashing” penalty against the canucks’s dakota joshua during his endeavor to throw hands to defend troy. personally, i would’ve liked some more drama in this but i’ll take what i can get!! that’s my z baby!!! (we made a group decision to count this in the fights category of our betting pool!)

i’m sorry you didn’t win your birthday eve game, but you skated beautifully regardless, my favorite criminal🧡 you’ll be winning at home tonight ;)

i love, always <3

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trevorzegas i love you, forever 🧡 living room sleepover?

yourusername ofc my love it’s tradition!

colecaufield dibs on cuddling with z

jamie.drysdale dibs on cuddling with y/n

yourusername i mean i guess

trevorzegras yeah okay

user1 z during the national anthem >>>😍🥵

_quinnhughes it’s selfish to get yourself a present for somebody else’s birthday, but i made the exception tonight

yourusername (trevor this is not for you) HA

trevorzegras check your texts hughes

_quinnhughes @/yourusername your boyfriend just texted me profanities i didn’t know existed

yourusername i know i wrote them

jamie.drysdale “i really don’t want to pay his bail i’m just gonna leave him in there” (y/n, in reference to cole’s question of what she’d do if z went to the government penalty box)

lhughes_06 @/yourusername you’d leave him in…jail?

yourusername @/lhughes_06 yeah he’s a big boy he can handle himself

jamie.drysdale is he a big boy though?

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale I’M TALLER THAN YOU

user2 DID Y/N CRY?! MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE BETS ON HER CRYING

jamie.drysdale no but she threw a fit when she didn’t get a violent fight

jackhughes i believe you owe me something miss

yourusername yeah yeah yeah i know

_quinnhughes what did we say about side bets?

yourusername @_quinnhughes we didn’t bet with money! we bet with our bodies!

trevorzegras i’m gonna need you to elaborate crazy girl

yourusername @/trevorzegras i have to wear his jersey to your next game and it’s your fault

jackhughes i’m doing you a favor z! you always say how good you think she looks in red!

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes FIX THEM

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras I’VE BEEN TRYING FOR THREE YEARS

user3 new pbg (penalty box gang) lore unlocked: trevor birthday eve living room sleepovers and the princess treaty

user4 i am not a fan of that group name lmao

_alexturcotte is he feeling 22 yet?

yourusername nope, 21 is still doing his thing

trevorzegras not a lot going on at the moment

#penalty box series #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras #trevor zegras insta edit #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes #jamie drysdale #cole caufield #alex turcotte #nhl #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #hockey imagine #jack hughes imagine

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crimson-wrld · 3 years

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Caged

Helloo my name on here is Crimson, you can call me that or Z. I found the whump community recently, it's always something I've enjoyed but just recently found the name for on a random check-in to Tumblr lol. I've followed a lot of cool blogs and done my fair share of lurking and reblogging before I decided now is the time to share one of my writings. I have also been thinking about making a new whump story, just for my tumblr here and maybe posting drabbles too.

I write a story over on Wattpad (lol) that is very whumpy and this is a snippet of my most recent chapter. Now here is some context because this is from chapter 38 meaning there are a lot of characters and I felt like it sounded better without changing them to their respective roles, so I hope it's not confusing.

The backstory is that the whumpees are being held in captivity by the whumpers. The whumpers are watching back a video of the narrator whumpee from the night before while making the whumpees serve them. Lucas did not know what happened and gets distracted by a part of the video, which is where this starts.

Whumpers (nicknamed) - Hardhead, Vicious, Baldy, Chip, Sasquatch, Crazy

Whumpees - Talon (narrator, also referred to as Mutt), Lucas (also referred to as Runt)

Caretaker - Sebastian (is a romantic partner to Talon the narrator)

((I've never done this before so I'm not totally sure how to write the CW and tags but I'm trying. Just know that this is heavy writing))

CW: brief implied past noncon, brief noncon mentions, past noncon drugging mention, brief slut-shaming language, captivity, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, claustrophobia, sensory deprivation, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees, dehumanization, suffocation, stress position, collared, restraints, muzzled/gagged, blood, sleep deprivation, hallucinations, thinking they're going to die (please let me know if I missed anything)

"This is my favourite part!" I hear Hardhead exclaim loudly, then the tv becomes louder, so blaringly loud that it sounds like I have my ear flush against one of those really big box speakers. Lucas continues grabbing a case of beer from the fridge but we both turn our heads toward the tv at the sudden volume change.

It's the part where the drug kicks in and Hardhead has me on his lap facing the tripod camera, hand squeezing the life out of my neck. I can hear myself desperately struggling for air, trying to plead for help, something... for it all to stop- but the drug turns my words into mush. I can see it from another perspective this time, I can see my face losing colour and the sort of foggy memories of it come flooding back.

Then I see his hand trail down my stomach. My arms are weakly flailing out and trying to pull his other hand off of my neck. Then his hands are on my privates and in real life, I look away from the tv. Tears are falling down my face as I hear him verbally teasing me on the video, calling me a whore and laughing at me as I try to breathe. I was so drugged I don't even remember that.

"I bet you like that, dirty whore, don't you?" I hear him say. I start to bring my hands up to cover my ears.

The sound of a gasp and shattering glass fills the room and I jerk my head up to Lucas. He's holding the fridge door open and is staring at the tv, mouth agape and face horrified. It's like a train wreck- he just can't look away. The pack of beer he was holding is on the floor, bottles now in a million pieces scattered around, beer puddling in the tiles and spreading all over the place.

"Shit," I say, staring wide-eyed at the mess on the floor.

"What the fuck was that?!" Vicious yells from the living room.

Lucas snaps out of it then, looking down at the foam bubbles and liquid and glass all culminating together.

"Oh no--- What do I do?!" He whispers, voice cracking in panic. My heart is pounding in my chest harder now. Without much thought, I make a hasty decision.

"Don-don't worry-- I'll take the blame," I say, stepping closer to the broken box so it seems more believable. I hear the couch creaking and steps nearing the kitchen.

I just don't want to see him get hurt.

"Wait don--" Lucas starts to say but falls silent when Hardhead and Vicious walk through the door.

I can hear Hardheads voice echoing in my head, "Rule four; listen. Do what I say. If you don't, I'll punish you- if you make a mistake ill punish you too."

I know I've only known him for about two days, and the situation is deathly far from ideal, but I kind of see him as like a little brother, and I feel the strong obligation to protect him from these terrible terrible fucking people.

"What the hell are you two dogs doing in here?" Hardhead yells, looking down and seeing the mess between our feet. "Which one of you bitches did that?" He yells louder, his face getting angrier.

They take their beer really seriously.

Before Lucas can say anything I look Hardhead in the face and speak in my still semi-croaky voice, "I- I did it. I'm sorry Master." I say bowing my head after.

Lucas looks at me with wide worried eyes speaking, "No! I--"

"Shut the fuck up Runt! Go grab a mop and clean this shit up." Hardhead demands. Lucas brokenly stares between me and Hardhead. I can see the guilt on his face.

Viscous taps his foot, grumbling, "Do it now, Runt."

Lucas looks back at me again, and I give him a nod of encouragement. He frowns and reluctantly leaves to grab the stuff to clean.

"Now Mutt, you sit." Vicious instructs, hooking his finger through the collar loop and pulling me down, letting go when I allow myself to fall to my knees the rest of the way. I feel some of the glass slice into my knees and legs and I hiss, not daring to move though.

"I'm sorry Master's- it just, just slipped," I plead, seeing if I can maybe lessen whatever this punishment is going to be.

Hardhead chuckled evilly, "Oh you're gonna be sorry." He crossed his arms over his chest and takes a single step forward. Lucas gets back into the kitchen now, keeping his eyes trained to the floor as he starts sweeping some of the glass from the floor a little further away.

"Nevermind that for now Runt. Let's have a show. There's something I've been wanting to try for a while now. This is the perfect teaching moment..." he says creeping right up next to me. He grabbed me by my hair tightly and pulled me awkwardly behind him into the living room where the rest of the men are still finishing the rest of the video. Vicious follows closely behind, tugging Lucas by the arm.

I rub my head when he lets go and tosses me to the floor. I hit the ground with a groan, the wounds on my chest bursting with pain, quickly scrambling to get on to my knees though, so I don't get in more trouble. I remember they like me in this position when I got into trouble before.

I whimper when I feel the glass in my knees push in deeper, and I try to pull as much as I can out when they turn away. I manage to get most of it out and I hold my hands over the wounds with pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding.

"Tie him up please," Hardhead says to Vicious, louder than the rest of the conversation. Then he opens the door to the basement and quickly disappears down the stairs.

Vicious smirks, saying, "Don't mind if I do." He opens up a drawer of a dresser on a wall nearby and pulls out a few bundles of rope. They keep that stuff everywhere- because they're sadists.

He stalks toward me until he's behind me, and he shoves me onto my stomach. I reflexively put my arms out in front of me so they don't get crushed and see there's now blood smeared on my hands- more than I expected.

Vicious planted one of his knees on my back to keep me down and the other knee on one side of my body to trap me even more. He grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. I grit my teeth when he tightly ties new ropes over the deep wounds from yesterday's ones. Then he takes hold of my elbows and jerks them closer together. I gasp and let out a surprised yelp. This would hurt regardless; because elbows are not supposed to bend that way, but it also brings my injured shoulder into an extremely uncomfortable position. I squirm and struggle without even realizing, kicking my feet slightly and raising my head, mouth open in a silent cry of anguish.

All I really notice is Lucas onlooking the scene with a deep frown, twiddling his fingers before a hand tangles in my hair and shoves my face into the rug on the floor.

"Calm it down there, doggy," Crazy laughs, pushing my head down more than should even be possible. The shag rug tickles the side of my face and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel more rope wrap around my elbows. They pull taught, but not touching, and only because I'm not flexible enough to do that, because if I could, Vicious would have done it. There's no slack though, the rope is so tight that I can't move my arms apart at all, and he tied the space in the middle too, so I couldn't try to move them closer either. It's very uncomfortable, and my shoulder throbs harshly. Involuntary whimpers escape my lips. The men find that funny.

Then the knee on my back disappears, Crazy keeps his hold on my head, and I feel hands reappear on my legs, tying just above the bend of my knees and then my ankles too. I can't stop focusing on how tight the bonds are.

Once Vicious finishes, Crazy lets go of my head, and grasps me from under my arms, lifting me back up and positioning me back on my knees like a kid playing with a Barbie doll. I let out a long breath of resignation. My hair is now a mess on top of my head and hanging in my face, reminding me of the bed head Sebastian says is so cute on me.

Hardhead comes back upstairs with a tote bag in hand. He must've gone down there to gather the stuff for whatever he wanted to try. The fact that it was something he wanted to try out scared me more, because I had no idea what it could possibly be.

He closed the basement door and walked a few steps toward another door about three feet down the wall. He opens it up and reveals something that makes my heart drop.

It's a cage.

A metal wired dog cage, only big enough to fit a medium-sized dog. It's rectangular, and the roof is short, way too cramped for a human.

I start freaking out, tugging against the ropes and jerking my body around, struggling futilely to get away.

"No, wait!" I cry as Hardhead starts walking toward me. I struggle more, tears falling down my face, trying to tilt backward but Vicious and Crazy hold me down in my place.

"This is what happens when you fuck up," Vicious says evilly, and I look around the room desperately, like there's anything I can do. The men are amused, and joking amongst each other, clinking beers and watching the scene unfold. I look to Lucas, and he's crying too; silent tears, pooling from his brown eyes. They're filled with so much guilt.

"I'll do i-" He starts to say, but when I realize what he's doing I cut him off.

"It's fine Lucas!" I shout panicked and wide-eyed. That's one thing I'm not going back on; I don't want him to get hurt.

When I speak Vicious violently backhands me, so hard that my head snaps to the side and I sob out.

"Shut up." He growls, then he tightly grips my jaw and straightens my face out so I'm looking forward at Hardhead instead of at Lucas, holding me there.

Hardhead comes toward us, dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. It's a random assortment of things and I don't like any of them. Among those things is a muzzle- a fucking muzzle. My heart just pounds harder and harder, the tears just fall faster.

Hardhead crouches in front of me, right up close into my space. He reaches behind my neck and grabs hold of the collar. He unclasps the back piece and I almost feel a breath of relief coming until he pulls it tighter.

"This is an extra punishment for escaping," he says pulling it tighter and fumbling with it until he fastened it closed, "I'd say about two more notches is good, for now."

I feel my breath escape me, it becomes even more of a chore to breathe in-- it's miserable. I hate the feeling of being manhandled like this, having to let them touch me, feeling so helpless... no control.

I just want Sebastian to hold me and tell me it will all be okay.

Hardhead picks up a bag of cotton balls from the pile on the floor and he stuffs a few of them deep into my left ear. I try to pull away but Viscious just tightens his hold and corrects me the way they want me. The sound in the room distorts, everything is muffled on one side. He pushes the cotton in as much as possible, then places some sort of earbud on top that wraps around the base of my ear and fastens it so it won't fall out. My fighting does nothing to stop them mirroring this on my other ear.

I can barely hear anything after that-- only very slight chatter, but I can't make out what any of it means. A hand touches my cheek from behind me, and I don't even hear it coming. I jump and turn to see Crazy laughing. I don't hear that either, which is like a blessing and a curse at the same time. Vicious lets go of me when I turn.

On my way looking around the room Lucas catches my eye again. Chip is next to him this time, pulling him close to his side, like in a hug, but it's obviously not in a comforting way. Lucas is sort of shrunken into himself, but when he notices me looking he puts his fist to his chest and rubs it in a circular motion.

He's signing 'I'm sorry.'

I shake my head at him.

It's not his fault... and it's not mine either.

I look back at the closet. The cage feels like it's looming over me--- it terrifies me.

My vision goes black, and at first, I think I've passed out, but that's obviously not the case because I'm clearly still conscious. Then I realize that I've been blindfolded when I fell the knot tighten at the back of my head, hair pulling into it painfully. I flinch when they touch my face to adjust it.

"No, please..." I start to beg, "I'm sssorry, I'm so-rry-- p-please." My pleading is interrupted by sobs and hiccups. I can hardly even hear myself speaking, I mainly just feel the words rumble and vibrate in my chest as I speak them, and I don't like that feeling by itself.

I gasp for breath, facing wherever I think Hardhead is standing and continue again.

"Please I-" I was cut off by something being pushed into my mouth. I recoiled backwards instinctively, being stopped by someone standing behind me. What I now realize is a bit is shoved further in and I'm forced to bite down as my mouth is enveloped in leather and the leather straps pull taut against my skin so tight I feel like they're cutting in.

The muzzle...

Nothing happens for a few seconds. I feel a slight movement, then hands on my legs, and hands on my sides. One of the fingers hits the burn by my ribs and I let out a muffled whine, feeling the floor disappear from beneath me. I try to struggle again, fighting against them as hard as I can, though it's useless, and I quickly have to give up because the tight collar, the bit in my mouth and the leather residing over it leave me breathless. I suck in air from my uncovered nose desperately, having to focus on it alone because of how hard it is.

I'm not even claustrophobic, but the thought of being stuffed in that cage, in the closet, alone... scares me so much. It's even worse because I'm being deprived of nearly all of my senses.

Then I'm being set down and bent forward, pulled around and shoved until I feel the cold metal of the cage against my legs. They have me sitting on my knees again, bent so that I fit under the short roof. I can feel the wires against the skin on my exposed back and the back of my head as well.

I was thinking it couldn't get any worse when my head gets pulled downward harshly by the collar. I get surprised and jerk up reflexively only for someone to grab me by the hair and push me back down lower. I feel hands fumbling at the front of the collar and occasionally a bit of rope touching against different parts of my neck for a minute before they and the hand in my hair go away. I try to lift my head back up but I can't- it's held in place. They must have tied a rope from the collar loop to the bottom of the cage.

I realize they still aren't finished when my tied wrists are pulled up next. They get tied to the part of the cage where the roof meets the side. My hands are flush against it and some of my fingers are forced to stick out. The same thing happens to the rope on my elbows to the roof of the cage, making my arms nearly form a ninety-degree angle.

I'm left still and locked into the stressful position, then there's a slight vibration, followed by a larger one, then... nothing.

It must've been them closing the doors- shutting me off from everything completely, except for the cold metal beneath me and the throbbing, pulsing, pain. I can't decide if this is better or worse than what was originally planned for me today.

I mean it should be better, right?

There's no warm breath over my shoulder and on the nape of my neck, no hands trailing over my body, no breathy groans in my ears, no chapped lips over my skin and my mouth, no hands pulling my hair, nobody forcing themself onto me...

There's just nothing.

So why is my heart still racing?

Why does it feel like the walls are closing in?

I don't know. I don't know why I want to stay in and leave at the same time- why I can't decide even though the options seem easy.

I feel like it's only been a minute or so when my arms start to ache and my shoulder develops a raw stabbing pain, not unlike the way it felt when it was originally injured. I attempt to shift my position to relieve the ache, which is where I come into even more of a problem.

If I lean forward and bring my head low, which id hoped would allow my arms to move down more, it pulls on my shoulders. The rope securing my arms to the top of the cage makes sure my arms can't move when the rest of my body does, and therefore threatens to pull my shoulders out of their sockets, which especially doesn't bode well on the one that already has been.

When I try to do the opposite and lean my head backward, a similar problem with my arms arises, but to go along with it, they've somehow tied the collar so that it pulls tighter when I pull my head away from the floor, completely cutting off my airway. It feels just like when Hardhead was squeezing his hand around my throat.

If I return to the middle like I originally was, I realize that I have to give my effort to keep my head in the right position, or risk losing my arms... or suffocating.

I decide that I definitely want out.

Seemingly on cue, the pain of everything else seems to slam into me full force, like all the adrenaline of the situation has fully crashed. If I have to hold this position... then I don't know how long I can last... and I don't know how long they're going to keep me in here.

Tears soak through the cloth blindfold and I can't manage to get my sobbing under control, which in turn spirals away the focus I had kept on my breathing. I start to panic, my chest tightening. I'm going to die.

Holy shit. I'm going to die.

I have a hard time doing it, but I scream, as loud as I can through the muzzle. I can't even tell if I made any noticeable noise or not, I can only feel the rumble in my chest, hear my own racing heartbeat. I have to wait a second before I do it again, jerking my body as much as I can -which isn't very much- and squeezing my eyes shut tight. My mouth feels dry because of the bit pushing on my tongue, the pain in my throat comes back full force. My attempts to move make the new cuts on my knees hurt. Everything hurts.

I can't fucking breathe.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

In my moment of total desperation I think about it- Sebastian- think about him, his soothing voice.

"Breathe baby, breathe," I can hear him say, "Just focus on me Cuci, in... and out."

I remember how he helps me through a panic attack, ''I'll do it with you, just copy me,' and I can almost see him in front of me, appearing in the darkness, taking deep breaths in for me to mimic.

And I do.

I suck in a large breath through my nose, following the fake Sebastian that I'm so inclined to think is real. I'm staring into his blue eyes, and he's staring back into mine. He raises his hand, and lightly places it on my cheek, mostly resting over the tight leather, and he whispers to me, but I don't know what he's saying, all I hear is the noise. I want to lean into his touch, but I cant-- I want him to hug me tight, and kiss me, but I can't ask him to either. He looks so real- but he's not... right?

I can't tell, but it doesn't matter, I just match his breaths until they're back under control- the tint bit of control I have over them. He whispers more to me, leans forward and gives me the lightest kiss on the forehead, then disappears, a puff of smoke into the air, like it was blown from Hardheads very own cigarette.

I wanted to laugh, a bitter laugh... it can't have been that long yet, and I'm already losing it. But obviously, I couldn't. I can't do anything.

I don't know how long later it was when my tears had dried up, the hallucinations had been plaguing me for so long. I could feel cold hands on my sides, my hips, feeling over my shivering body, grabbing at the shorts, and I couldn't tell if they were real, but I couldn't even manage to care, because I had to focus on breathing and keeping my head up.

I'm so fucking tired. My throat is dry-- it burns, I can't feel my arms, my legs sting, my wrists and ankles never had time to recover from yesterday, the direction of me trying to move rubs against my burns, everything sore, my feet are numb from sitting on my knees for so long, I'm seeing random shapes and hearing random things. I'm losing my mind.

I just want to lay my head down, close my eyes, relax, sleep.

Please let me sleep.

It gets to a point where my eyes drift closed, and it gets harder and harder to open them back up each time. So hard I eventually resort to leaning forward slightly every time I start to drift asleep so it relights the pain in my shoulders and forces me to stay awake. I just have to remind myself; if I fall asleep ill pull my shoulders out.

I'm exhausted. My brain is fuzzy. I don't know how long I've been in here in this stress position. I don't know how much longer I have to hold it, but I hope it'll be over soon.

If they let me out ill be good, I'll be so good for them. No mistakes...

So good...

#whump #whump writing #noncon tw #tw #whumpee #multiple whumpers

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duhragonball · 3 years

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Yamcha if you're still doing the character meme?

I am still doing these, and I’m enjoying it, so keep ‘em coming. Before I start, let me promote the original post, in case anyone else wants to start their own thing. I’d link to the OP, but I guess they deleted this from their blog, probably because their notifications went nuts.

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: Let’s be honest, Yamcha doesn’t get a lot of big “hero moments” in Dragon Ball. Or Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT, or Dragon Ball Su-- Look, you get the idea. In most arcs, he’s the first one to get benched. In tournaments, he always loses in the first round. He spent the King Piccolo Saga recovering from a broken leg. Against the Saiyans, he was the first one to die. Against the Androids, he was nearly killed and had to sit out the rest of that arc. In the Buu Sagas he was retired. In a number of major storylines, he just isn’t there, because no one called him.

But he remains a fixture in the franchise anyway, because he’s always showing up for more. Let’s take the Buu Saga as an example. It didn’t surprise me to find out he had retired, mainly from a dramatic standpoint. There’s a lot of new characters in the Buu arc, and it made sense for some of the older characters to step aside and make room for them. But he’s still there, because he wants to see Goku one last time, and he wants to hang out with his friends and watch some of them kick the crap out of each other. It was kind of sad to see him stay behind while the others rushed off to follow the Supreme Kai, but he’s retired, after all. Also, they didn’t stop to fill him in on what was happening. I suspect he might have tagged along if they asked.

As it was, he still ended up getting involved, and he was with the Dragon Team right up until Super Buu cornered them on the Lookout. And the next time we see him, he’s on the Grand Kai Planet with Krillin, and King Kai seriously considers sending them in to take on Buu in case Goku and Vegeta can’t get the job done.

And that’s a big deal, because it even comes up in the anime. King Kai tells them that he arranged for them to keep their bodies as a precaution, but he’s totally in favor of letting them remain on the Grand Kai Planet with all of the other honored warriors, like Goku. So you start with this desert bandit, a highwayman without a highway, probably because he’s afraid of all the women that use the interstate. But he gradually overcomes his fears and insecurities, never completely, but just enough to put one foot in front of the other and become a better man. And finally he ends up receiving a place among the great heroes of old.

So why doesn’t that get more attention? You could make a whole epic story out of that, except it’s not Yamcha’s story. He’s a supporting character. So the franchise itself tends to play it down. Even Yamcha doesn’t really take it all that seriously. I don’t know if that’s modesty or cluelessness or Big Himbo Energy or what, but that’s why it’s so easy for everyone to write him off as a loser or a failure. They’re overlooking the bigger picture.

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The best way to illustrate this is with this TFS short that serves as an epilogue to their DBZ Abridged series. Yamcha goes back to playing baseball for the Taitans, only to get fired, because he’s so talented that he’s literally broken the game, and no one buys tickets anymore. But he gets a gigantic severance package, and he still goes down in history as the greatest ballplayer in history. What always gets to me is that they have to explain to him that this is actually a win. As his coach puts it, “you do nothing but win.”

Like Yamcha himself, we often see him from the lens of these insane Dragon Ball adventures, where you have to have glowy hair and a hot cyborg wife to be considered a success. But to the rest of the world, he’s a jacked up millionaire with fantastic hair, and he’s a real sweetheart. Who couldn’t like this dude?

Why I don’t: As you may have noticed, I tend to only use this section to talk about why I disliked the characters initially. I have to think back to 1999 when I was still having trouble keeping track of who’s who. In particular, I found Yamcha’s presence frustrating because he looked and dressed almost exactly like Goku, but not quite, which seemed bizarre. Later, I picked up on the context, and it didn’t bother me as much.

Yamcha does have a bit of an overconfident streak in some situations, which might look like unfounded arrogance, but I think it’s really just his carefree nature and enthusiastic can-do spirit. He was confident about their chances against the Saiyans, but I don’t think that was him being cocky. He just knew they had all trained hard and he was stronger than he’d ever been. But that’s easy for people to jump on as a reason to hate the guy.

Future Trunks claimed that he fooled around while he was involved with Bulma, but come on. Does anyone really buy that? Besides, at best, that would only apply to Future Yamcha, the one who died in the other timeline. Once Trunks changed the past, all bets were off.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I’m gonna get a little nuts here and go with TFS’s playthrough of Legacy of Goku I, where they decided to level up Yamcha and have him solo Broly.

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Basically, in an RPG game like this, Wolf Fang Fist can do monster damage, so they maxed out Yamcha’s stats to wreck the game’s hidden superboss. You have to skip to 1:40:00 or so to see the successful attempt, but I loved this video. This is where I learned to respect the utterance of “Roga... fufuken!” Broly probably would have respected it, too, except he died from all those hits he took.

Favorite season/movie: You know, that fight with Tien was a classic. Not sure it’s in my top ten, but it’s on a lot of people’s lists, and I absolutely get that.

Dumb as it may sound, I enjoyed seeing Yamcha in the hospital, wrestling with his own despair as he recuperated from his broken leg. And when he shows up at the end to congratulate Tien and accepts Tien’s apology, well, like I said, Yamcha has this great character arc, but it’s easy to overlook with everything else that goes on.

Favorite line: I forget which game it was in, maybe Budokai 3, but one of his pre-fight taunts is “Watch this, Puar! I’m gonna win!”, which always makes me think of Puar sitting just off-camera, watching the action from a little lawn chair.

Favorite outfit:

I may take some heat for this, but I like the Androids/Cell Saga version of Yamcha, with the short, spiky hair. This dude’s long, luxurious rockstar ‘do is a national treasure, sure, but I dig this look more.

Also, I consider Yamcha to be the only guy from the Turtle School who pulls off the slippers and no-blue-undershirt look. It looks off when I see it on Krillin and Goku, but with Yamcha it just feels right.

OTP: This guy gets shipped with a lot of people, probably because he’s one of the major characters without an established love interest. Folks still carry a torch for Bulma, some people ship him with Tien, Frieza hit on him in FighterZ, and I’m still trying to make sense of that. He flirts with your character in the Xenoverse games. Years ago, I considered doing something with that, but I’ve fleshed out my OC enough to where I don’t think that fits.

At the end of the day, I can only see Yamcha getting together with @cozymochi ‘s OC, Marzi.

Brotp: Tien, Krillin, Goku. Hell, I always figured Yamcha was one of the few people Vegeta could get along with to some extent.

I mean, Tien couldn’t stand to be one the same planet as Vegeta, but Yamcha keeps coming over to have hot dogs at Bulma’s place, long after the Namekians have left.

Head Canon: He’s Luffa’s type, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t see any room in my fic for a whirlwind courtship. The stars just don’t align.

Unpopular opinion: I’m not really behind this notion that they should give the humans more stuff to do in future series. When it comes to supporting characters, sometimes they get phased out, and there’s no point in phasing them back in unless there’s a compelling story idea for them.

I think it’s dumb how they teased Yamcha in the Tournament of Power prelude, only to leave him out of the tournament itself. On the other hand, they put Tien on the team and barely used him, which tells me that even if they’d put Yamcha on the team, it wouldn’t have amounted to anything.

I get it, people love these characters and want to see them used more, but I’d rather have one strong Yamcha story than a hundred non-starters. And at this point, I think the only thing anyone can do is rely on fan-created content. Be the change you want to see in the world.

A wish: Crap, it’s after ten pm. I dunno, I wish Marzi was canon.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I feel like the character’s already been through worse than I could come up with for him.

5 words to best describe them: Cat loves food, yeah yeah yeah. That’s six, but who cares?

My nickname for them: Yeah, I don’t have one.

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dyscrasia-eucrasia · 4 years

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Part 27

"If Elaine asks, we went to the festival," Demie said as they headed back to the car, pulling his shirt back over his head. Angel was a little disappointed at that, as he had been enjoying the view. He was being honest when he said that he wasn't going to jerk it to the photo he'd taken, but he could still appreciate a good hairy chest, and Demie's fit the bill.

"Got it," Angel replied.

"Seriously, I don't want to hear her say that she told me so."

"I got it, really. I won't tattle on you."

"Thanks."

They walked a little further without saying anything, but then Angel asked: "She really worries about you, huh?"

Demie frowned. "Yeah, but… I wish she didn't. I mean, I know she's just looking out for me, but… I have you with me, it's not like anything was gonna happen."

Angel's stomach turned over. He hadn't realized Demie placed so much trust in him. He wasn't sure he deserved it - he wasn't that responsible. But hearing that Demie thought that much of him made him want to live up to that expectation. He cared about Demie, after all. He wouldn't have stuck around this long after being friendzoned if he didn't.

The only problem was, he wasn't sure if he only cared about Demie as a friend. Demie was sweet, and handsome, and had a godly voice, and Angel kept wanting to bottle moments up so that he could go back to them whenever he wanted. He wished he'd recorded Demie's singing - no car karaoke had felt as intimate as that drive.

He was glad that Demie had let him keep the photograph. Well, photographs. He wasn't sure which one he liked more, the candid shot of Demie eating or the posed shot on the bridge. They showed two versions of him - the vulnerable, awkward side, and the seemingly ancient, wild side. It was like Demie offstage versus Demie onstage.

He'd already made up his mind that he wouldn't share either photograph with the internet. He hadn't planned to share any of this day with the internet, even if they had gone to the festival. Even if Demie were okay with being a public figure, Angel wanted to keep him to himself.

As he was thinking this, Demie came to a halt. Angel paused too, opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, when he heard it. There were footsteps drawing near from behind them, and the sound of voices talking.

"You okay?" Angel asked. The veins in Demie's neck were bulging, and his legs were tense. He looked ready to spring into action.

"I'm… I'm okay," Demie said, but he didn't sound like it at all.

"If they ask, we're just here to take cosplay photos, right?" Angel said, waving the Polaroid camera in the air. It had been Demie's idea, but it didn't hurt to remind him of it.

"Right," Demie said with a little nod.

"Here, let's just keep walking, and if they catch up to us, they catch up to us. We'll deal with it then, okay?" Angel said, putting an arm around Demie's shoulders. As he touched him, Angel realized just how tense Demie was.

"Okay," Demie said, letting Angel give him a little push.

Demie walked awkwardly, with stiff legs, at times taking very fast steps and getting ahead of Angel, then pausing and turning partway to wait for Angel to catch up to him. Despite this, the voices eventually caught up to them.

"Whoa, holy shit," a guy's voice came from behind them. Angel turned to see two white guys with camping backpacks round a corner. They both looked young, maybe college students. They had scruffy faces, like they hadn't shaved in a couple of days.

"Dude, nice costume," the one who had spoken said. Angel glanced at Demie, who had stopped and was also turned to look at the two guys. His eyebrows were bunched up together and his mouth had become a thin line.

"Are you guys, like, shooting a movie…?" The one guy asked.

"Ah, no," Angel said, trying to keep his voice upbeat and casual. He felt nervous, so he could only imagine how Demie was feeling. Better for him to take the lead, then. Demie clearly thought that Angel could take care of him in public, so it was time to put that to the test.

"No, we're just doing some cosplay pictures," Angel continued, holding up the Polaroid.

"That's cool," one of the guys said. They were now just a few feet from Angel, and stopped. "Is it for like… Lord of the Rings, or something?"

"No, Narnia," Angel said.

"Oh yeah, I remember those movies," the other guy said. "There was that dude who worked for the witch, and like… hypnotized the little girl."

"Mr. Tumnus," Demie said, just loud enough to be heard.

"That's cool," the first one said.

"Yeah, we just finished up, we're headed back to our car," Angel said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

"Us too," the second guy said. "We were camping. Mind if we walk with you guys?"

Angel glanced over his shoulder. Demie still looked tense, but he nodded his head very quickly.

"Yeah, sure," Angel said. The two guys started walking, and Angel hurried to catch up to Demie. Soon, the four of them were walking in a group, with Demie at the front and Angel and the two campers behind him. Angel could see Demie clenching his fists until his knuckles went white.

"I'm Kyle, this is my brother Dylan," the second guy said, holding out a hand. Angel grasped it, then moved on to the other one.

"I'm Angel," he said. "That's Demie."

Demie lifted a hand and gave a short sort of wave without turning around.

"You guys make it out to the creek?" Dylan asked.

"No," Angel replied. "We weren't sure how far it was, and we don't have any water."

"Good call," Kyle said. "Plus the trail would be pretty hard to handle in those shoes." He nodded at Demie's feet.

"That's a kick-ass costume, by the way," Dylan said. "Where'd you get it?"

"I made it," Demie said. His tone was clipped and terse, but the campers didn't seem phased by it.

"That's so dope," Dylan said. "How do you walk in those shoes?"

"Practice," Demie replied.

"He's in a band," Angel added. "It's part of his act. So he does it a lot."

"No way," Dylan said. "What band?"

Demie glanced over his shoulder, giving Angel an angry look.

"They're called Bacchus," Angel continued. He wanted to keep Demie to himself, but he knew that was probably selfish. Demie clearly loved performing, even if it was just in the car. It felt wrong to keep that all to himself.

"Never heard of them," Dylan said.

"They're pretty underground," Angel replied.

"That's cool," Kyle said. "What kinda music do you play?"

Demie looked back at Angel again. Angel raised his eyebrows and gave him a little smile.

"...Heavy metal," Demie said after a moment.

"I could see that," Dylan said. "You got the whole Satanist thing going on."

"Um… more like fantasy metal," Demie said, pausing just slightly so that the three of them could catch up to him.

"You got stuff up on Spotify?" Kyle asked.

"No."

"Ah, too bad. I'm always looking for stuff to play during D&D."

"You play Dungeons and Dragons?" Demie asked.

"Yeah, we do it online," Dylan said. "It's easier that way, means we don't have to schedule around travel."

"You guys travel a lot?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, we have this Youtube channel where we go to abandoned places," Dylan said. "We came out here because there's an old school house deeper into the trail. We've been to a lot of places across the US, but we're planning our first international trip to Italy and Greece."

"What… what's the name of your channel?" Demie asked. Angel shot him a surprised look. He didn't even think Demie watched Youtube, considering he didn't do anything else with technology.

"We're called Space Invaderz," Kyle answered. "We're still pretty small, but, y'know, we're growing."

"Do you have an Instagram?" Angel asked.

"Yeah," Kyle said, "it's Space_Invaderz, with an underscore between the words and a 'z' at the end instead of an 's'."

"I'll give you a follow," Angel said. "When we're back somewhere that has service, that is."

"Cool dude, thanks. Appreciate it."

Angel could see the cars through the trees now. "Cool meeting you guys," he said, once again holding his hand out to shake the brothers'.

"Yeah, you too," Dylan said. "Hey, actually, before we leave, could we get a picture of you?" He said, turning to Demie.

Demie froze. He looked at Angel, his eyes wide.

"Up to you," Angel said with a shrug. Obviously he had a few pictures of Demie now, but he wasn't going to put them up anywhere. He wasn't sure about these guys, but at the same time, he didn't want to speak for Demie, considering Demie had started to open up a little.

"It's okay if you say no," Dylan said. "We don't put anyone in our videos or on our 'Gram who don't want to be."

"I, um…" Demie looked at Dylan, then back at Angel. "Okay."

Angel blinked in surprise. He had been sure Demie was going to say no.

"Cool," Dylan said. He set his backpack down and pulled out a camera case. He unzipped it and pulled out a DSLR.

"Do you… want me to pose, or something?" Demie asked.

"Nah, just act natural. I like candid shots."

"Um… okay." Demie stood stiffly as Dylan took a few steps back and took a snapshot.

"Cool," Dylan checked the digital screen on the camera and approached Demie again. "You mind if I get a close-up of your horns? They're so realistic."

"Uh… yeah, okay," Demie said. Dylan stood to Demie's side and took a couple photos of the horns that curled down around his ears.

"Can you… wait a couple days before putting those online?" Demie asked as Dylan shouldered his backpack again.

"Oh yeah, I figured you'd want to post your pics first. If you send us a DM on Instagram we can tag you in our posts."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

The brothers said their goodbyes and climbed back into their truck as Demie and Angel got back into his car.

"You doing okay?" Angel asked as he started up the car. "You could've said no to those guys, I don't think they would've been offended or anything."

"I'm fine. It's fine." Demie said.

"Alright. Just checking. I can probably DM them and ask them not to post those if you want me to."

"No, it'll be fine. They didn't seem like that guy who made the video near my house."

"Yeah, they seemed pretty chill."

They were both quiet for a few moments as Angel turned the car around and pulled onto the dirt road that would eventually lead back to the highway.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you show me how to do Instagram?"

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5memorable moments and 5 guys you came to love?

[5] memorable moments:

1. shinobu narita from serendipity next door throwing a fucking fit because mc saw something personal of his while he literally was snooping through her personal work bag basically every day and making shitty, uncalled-for comments about it all the time

you just called YOURSELF insensitive you dickweed!!!!!!

2. issei telling mc to kill him. i couldn’t believe he actually did that. i thought kor mc was going to battle through her conflict between love and revenge internally but when he told her to do it, i thought my heart was going to stop. i think this is not only one of the most memorable but what i probably consider to be one of the greatest voltage moments

3. when lute from akd actually dies. this is the one and only voltage moment that actually had me sobbing in real life. i make a lot of jokes about crying over voltage routes and guys. but when lute’s heart stopped beating i was actually a mess. i remember having to take a half hour break to actually weep into my pillow because i just couldn’t bear it. maybe i was premenstrual or in a particularly weak mental state? no idea, but that one scene really wrecked me in that moment

4. kaga’s colourless dream/nightmare of mc’s death when he takes a bullet for her. we rarely see kaga express how important his mc is for him, but this really cemented that she is everything to him. to see the meaning of her in his life, the responsibility he also feels to her family, the fact that he’ll do anything and change anything just to have her back, in such a poetic way felt so poignant, especially on the back of what happened in adversaries when kaga had to choose chasing the perp over saving mc who was bleeding out. when i think of kaga’s love for his mc, it’s this scene which i think captures it the best.

5. hue ripping the stars out of his one remaining eye to save his love again/goddess mc making her decision between being with hue or saving humanity/mc going back in time and promising hue they’ll find each other in the future. i can’t pick between these three incredible hue x mc moments so i’m just gonna bundle them together as memorable hue moments. (oh!! also when mc finally remembers hue in the lake!!) these three moments i think are the pinnacle of what i consider to be voltage’s most fated romance. these moments are what make hue x mc my forever otp, because these two are each other’s past, present and future and they were never meant to be with anyone else. anyway hue should have been scm’s title character because he and mc are the canon scm couple and i WILL fight anyone who says otherwise.

(edited to add links to the aforementioned hue moments because of COURSE i had to have screenshotted and posted them on my blog haha)

6. BONUS when ayumu and mc finally have sex for the first time. the anticipation had been building up for so long and then to have that whole agonising ‘error’ and misunderstanding happen before they finally did the deed really made it so significant when they do finally have sex. i think this may probably be the most touching and momentous sex scene in any voltage route.

[5] guys you came to love:

1. ayumu shinonome: if you scroll waaaay far back to some of my earliest hlitf tagged posts, you may remember this time when i was saying i was afraid to play him because he seemed too twisted (btw this is because i was/am still suffering from shinobu-induced trauma) and i didn’t wanna spend money buying all his routes hahaha (tea, you fool!!!). luckily @effloresensemn talked me out of it and he’s definitely someone who i have come to absolutely ADORE. talking about this mushroom with @gamerjanice and @world-a-to-z is probably one of my favourite things to do on tumblr haha.

2. takeshi yuno: i mean i was definitely interested in him from the start and then i really started to fall for him about midway through his MS. but i think it was his later seasons where i came to love him more than ever. he and his mc go through so much together. i once said that take’s routes put a thousand tons of emotional burden on you and i really think that is what makes their relationship so great. they’ve been together through all the ups and (so, so many) downs and it just makes their relationship (and my love for him) so much stronger because of all the difficulties.

3. chikage: this dude is… both so hard and so easy to love. sometimes i’m like oh chikage why you so tsun but then he’ll just do something ridiculously cute or suddenly be really straightforward about something embarrassing and i’ll be like whAT???? you’re too shy to hold my hand in public but you’ll sacrifice your life to save me? or comment on my ass??? i love love love chikage so much even though he’s prickly as a cactus but i just have to share one of my favourite moments which is when mc gained some weight and was trying to wear a weighted vest under her clothes to lose the weight and she fell off a boat and was drowning and chikage, who hates getting wet and didn’t even wanna ride this boat, dived in to save her. and then this exchange happened:

you can read the whole convo here ughhh it’s so great

4. kazuomi shido: i wasn’t expecting to like kazuomi as much as i do because i really thought he was just gonna be generic oresama type. but i’d definitely say he’s more of the kyohei type than the leon type, if that makes sense. i thought yuzuru was going to be My Guy in masquerade kiss but actually i think i like kazuomi more (although i prefer yuzuru’s mc cause she’s better at her job haha). he’s just… fun? but he’s so clever, and i love that he challenges his mc and kinda toys with her and lets her do her own thing rather than just commanding/ordering her around. also when i found out about his past and his love for crowded/frenetic places i think that’s when i really felt a stronger connection to him because i feel really similarly myself.

5. hiro sarashina: i’m actually surprised that i ended up liking him because honestly i don’t really go for the genki guys and at that time @hikarunohana and i had this thing going where we were just hating on sora from msb who i thought would hiro would be really similar to lol but yeah i was kinda surprised that i actually ended up loving hiro because he’s surprisingly(?) reliable and attractive.

thanks for the ask!

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