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87kelce · 4 months

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—can we please get back to loving?

summary: you knew the term exclusive was never something travis would ever use when it comes to your relationship. but you seemed to be the only one he called when he wanted someone around.

warnings: angst, smut (18+ only, no minors), arguments, slow sex, riding, pussy eating, spooning

word count: 2660

notes: title taken from the song written all over your face by louis tomlinson. not proofread so if there's any mistakes i apologise. again likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

You never seemed to get a moments peace at night anymore. You knew better than to answer his calls, however the majority of the time, he was already waiting outside to be let in. But you just couldn't deny how good the sex was. He's barely doing anything and you're coming undone beneath him every time, his soft lips and wandering hands doing wonders on your body.

But then there were times he called and it wasn't for sex. He'd maybe just lost a game and he needs a pick me up, so he calls you. You talk for hours until he hears you yawning and then he thanks you for calming him down and tells you to get some rest. He also apologises for rambling on and keeping you awake for so long, but you tell him it's fine and you'd rather sit up and talk to him if it meant he was ok. You're always worried about him after a loss, he always blames himself for not doing enough and it hurts you that he feels that way.

Then you invited yourself over to his place one day, and he gladly let you in. You knew he had a game the next day so there was no chance of having sex, but at least you could help him focus on the game. He seemed to be in a good mood—he was making you laugh, you were watching TV together and you, slowly but surely, were falling for him. You were falling for the way his eyes practically disappeared when he laughed, falling for the way he always looked at you like you were the only thing in the room, falling for the way he kissed you softly and gently, falling for the way he felt so comfortable around you all the time.

But it was never exclusive, you knew he didn't want that. You were just there for a hook up and to hang out sometimes. If you didn't stop the whole ordeal, you were afraid you might get too attached and he won't reciprocate those same feelings. So you started ignoring his calls, and when he'd text you and ask what's wrong, you make up lies.

I'm too tired. I'm not feeling great. I've got friends over.

But he knew you better than that. After the third excuse he just invited himself over, making up his own excuse of I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And you knew better than to invite him in. But now he's on your couch, flicking through the channels on your TV, completely making himself at home.

"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"

"Hm?"

Travis turned to face you, eyebrows raised. He clearly hadn't heard you, too focused on the TV and you just sighed.

"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"

"Let's not discuss that.. I don't want to start a fight."

"Was I the only girl you were seeing?"

"Don't.."

"I want you to be honest with me."

He sighed, switching off the TV and getting up, walking to the kitchen. He opened your fridge and grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip before coming back to the couch. But he didn't say anything, just sat there in silence before he took his phone out and started scrolling through it.

"Travis.."

"I'm just.. I don't know."

"Is it me? Is it something I've done?"

"No."

You just sighed, getting up and going to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you and flopping onto your bed, crying into your pillow. He's like a completely different person now, compared to the person he was last week, laughing with you on the phone and being so sweet and kind to you. You're just waiting and hoping he knocks on your door, apologises and sweeps you off your feet again, like a knight in shining armour. But you're pretty sure he couldn't care less, and honestly, you're not even sure why he invited himself over in the first place. If he was worried about you, he could've called. You don't know why he was so adamant about being here with you, but not actually being with you.

After one of his games, he gave you an old jersey and you still kept it under your pillow, claiming it helped you sleep better. You reached under and grabbed it, bunching it up and cuddling it. Maybe if you hadn't tried to push him away, he might still be the nice Travis you knew two weeks ago. You kept blaming yourself, putting yourself at fault for everything between you and him, until a knock at your door startled you. You wiped your eyes, getting up and opening it.

"You okay? I was gonna check on you when you slammed the door but.. thought I'd give you some space."

"I'm fine, you can go home if you want."

"That movie you like is on, wanna watch it?"

"Just.. go home."

"I can't go home, not when you're like this."

"I said I'm fine."

"You're not."

He's being pushy but he needs to be, he needs to get you to admit that you're not okay. He knows you better than yourself sometimes and you just roll your eyes, pushing past him to sit on the couch, watching the movie starting. He threw his head back and sighed, but just as he tilted his head back and went to turn and follow you, he noticed the jersey. He remembers giving it to you, smiling when you immediately put it on and twirled round in it. Truthfully, although he won't admit it, that was the first moment he fell in love with you.

He walks into your room, grabbing the jersey before going back to sit with you on the couch. He just throws it down on the middle section of the couch, before sitting down and turning to look at you.

"You keep it on your bed?"

"Under my pillow.."

He just smiled, still watching you until you smiled back at him. He was almost magnetic, pulling you right back into him whenever he could. You let him in so easily and you know you shouldn't.

But then he's pulling you onto his lap, his mouth on your neck, lips soft against your skin. Your hands move up to the back of his neck, fingers scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

"Trav.."

"Shh.. feels good right?"

You just nodded, eyes closing shut.

"Then let it happen.."

As you pulled back slightly, his head tilted, lips moving to the other side of your neck. You felt like you were spinning, feeling all dizzy when he kissed you, ultimately making you forget you were mad at him in the first place. Then you remember he has practice again tomorrow, and it's important.

"We can't do this.. not tonight."

He ignores you at first, kissing along your collarbone and you have to push yourself away from him so he looks up at you.

"Listen to me.. we can't do this.."

"You still mad at me?"

"No, but you have practice again tomorrow."

He just sighs, hands fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. It then hits you that he probably came here just to have sex, his excuse of making sure you were okay was just a lie. You push off him completely, sliding to sit next to him on the couch. But one of his hands is still on your waist, thumb circling gently on your skin.

"I need you to be genuinely honest with me, okay?"

"Okay.."

"Did you come over here for just a hookup?"

"No. You just.. kept avoiding me and I wanted to make sure you were alright."

You stood up from the couch, starting to pace around the room. Sure, he's cared about you but you just can't seem to figure out why he came over to make sure you were alright. He always just calls you, talking your ear off for hours on end and making you laugh to forget about why you were ever upset in the first place.

"I can't keep just having sex. But you don't want to be exclusive with me."

"You want the truth?"

"Please."

"I think you're so fucking cool. I get so happy when you answer my calls, those conversations we have are the one thing I look forward to on my off days. I push all these feelings down because I'm fucking terrified, my work is hectic and I.. I just don't want you to get overwhelmed by it all."

He had sat up now, head facing the ground after he spoke. You slowly sat down, one of your hands reaching for his.

"I remember giving you that jersey.. the way you got all giddy and excited when you put it on. I.."

You squeezed his hand gently and he turned his head to look at you. Then he sat back and once again, pulled you into his lap.

"Ever since then.. I can't stop thinking about you. It's just.. the travelling for away games, you wouldn't be with me for a few days and—"

"Trav.."

He looked into your eyes, feeling your hands cup his cheeks.

"I can handle a few days without you every so often.."

"Are you sure?"

You just smiled, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sure."

You let go of his face as he pulled you in against him, his forehead resting against the side of your neck. Everything felt so heavy with him before, but you didn't know that it was all on him. You had doubts that if you told him how you felt, that he wouldn't reciprocate those same feelings. There was no way you could've predicted him actually being in love with you. Especially with the sex, but now, as he moved his head back and kissed you softly on your neck, he could be sweet and gentle with you.

He moved his hands to your waist, shuffling forward on the couch before standing up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Walking you to the bedroom, you dropped your head to his shoulder, tilting your head to kiss the side of his neck. You unwrapped your legs from his waist when you felt the bed dip beneath you as he lay you down. One of his hands fumbled with your shorts as the other bunched your shirt up, his fingers brushing over your nipple, making you gasp slightly.

His head was resting against your stomach, lips leaving lingering kisses all over your skin, and you couldn't help but watch him, eyes closed and savouring every moment with you. He had managed to wiggle your shorts and underwear off, and now his mouth was kissing the inside of your thighs. You were still looking down at him when he flashed his eyes up at you, his mouth hovering over your core. He moved your left leg over his shoulder, while he pushed at the back of your thigh on your right leg, keeping it open. The hand that wasn't holding your leg open, wrapped around your other leg, trying to keep you in place while he buried his head between your legs. He could feel you squirming underneath him and almost anticipated your movements, his head moving in time with you.

You threw your head back when he delved his tongue inside, mouth still attached to your folds. Again, he flashed his eyes up at you, grinning when he saw you slightly arch your back up off the sheets. He licked through your folds a couple more times, before you reached one hand down, pushing against his forehead.

"Trav.. please.. too much.."

But he didn't stop, he just pushed his tongue deeper, licking faster, your whines and moans only egging him on further. But just as he knew you were close, he pulled away, reaching down and wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. He then shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up in between your legs.

"You close?"

"Mmph.. mmhm.."

You slowly opened your eyes, watching him walk round the bed, before sitting down and patting his thighs. You slowly turned over, crawling up the bed and swinging your leg over his thighs. When his hands found your waist, he smiled up at you, brushing your hair out your face.

"There's my girl.."

You just blushed, lowering yourself down and hiding your face in his neck.

"Does my girl wanna come?"

"Please?"

He reached behind you and pulled at his shorts, dragging them off. He returned his focus to you, realising still how sensitive you already were and started to move his hands up and down your sides, squeezing gently and almost trying to massage you. While his hands were occupied, you lifted yourself onto your knees slightly, reaching down between both your bodies and adjusting yourself onto him, sinking down and sighing into his shoulder when he was fully inside.

"Take it easy, baby.. nice and slow."

You were feeling so overwhelmed that you couldn't move much, rather just grinding against him. His hands on your waist made you move, lifting you off him slightly before pushing you back down. His lips were kissing your neck, softly and sweetly, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.

Since he had basically eaten you out to almost orgasm earlier, it didn't take long before you let go against him, mumbling out that you were close.

"Let go.. I got you.."

You sighed out in relief, legs slightly trembling around him as he shh'd and cooed at you. He gave you a few languid thrusts himself to ride you through it and over it, before you felt him grunt in your ear. He was close and although you were still sensitive and still coming down from your own high, you wanted to help him get to his. Grinding your hips down onto him, he threw his head back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut and his mouth open.

"Unless you want me to come inside you, you better get off my dick.."

You pulled off him and heard him sigh against your neck, dropping his head back to your shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue, cleaning himself up. You then slid off him, laying down on the bed, feeling him drag his shorts back on before laying down behind you, arm wrapping around your waist.

"I hate when we fight.."

"I know, baby.. but if we hadn't had that fight, I wouldn't have realised what a dick I was being and wouldn't have told you how I feel about you. I could've just left when you told me to leave.."

"I'm glad you didn't.."

He just smiled and kissed your shoulder, before nuzzling his forehead against it.

"Now.. you gotta sleep, you have practice tomorrow.. and I don't think Reid will let you turn up late.. again.."

He just laughed, kissing your shoulder again before resting his head into the pillow. You felt his hand play with the hem of your t-shirt for a while before he stopped and you knew he'd drifted off to sleep. You stayed awake for a while after that, unable to think about anything except Travis. Eventually your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted off to sleep, warmed by his arm around your stomach.

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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truth or dare?

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

summary: after a kiss during a game of truth and dare, leo begins to avoid you. but when you confront him about his reasons, you end up learning the real reason behind it all...

leo had been avoiding you like the plague, ever since the two of you had shared a kiss during a game of truth or dare. your friends all knew that you had been crushing on him for quite a while and were attempting to help you.

and for a moment, it did seem like it was helping. kissing leo was one of the best things that had happened to you in the last few months. he seemed so into the kiss, yet ever since that night, he had been avoiding you. he didn't reply to your messages, he turned around when he saw you outside and he barely even looked at you anymore!

it really seemed like all hope was lost. like you had ruined things between the two of you by kissing him. but you still hadn't given up! you were determined to go all in and confront him! either he gave in and told you what was going on or he'd tell you to leave him alone and you could at least draw the line there and move on.

"leo!"

you spotted the boy outside on a bench, calling out for him. when he heard your voice, he jumped up, ready to turn around and leave, but you had already grabbed his hand by then and stopped him from leaving.

"please, stop ignoring me…"

you sighed and looked down at your hands, before letting him go and taking a step back.

"stop ignoring what's going on between us…"

you could swear you could see leo's face go red as he quickly turned away from you.

"there… there's nothing going on between us, y/n. we just kissed once at a party, we really don't have to pretend like there's anything between us now!"

you stood there quietly, looking at him. the bold and flirty leo you knew seemed gone. the boy in front of you seemed rather timid. this wasn't the leo you knew!

you took a deep breath.

"there is something between us. at least… something that i feel" you were making things sound so complicated. "what i mean is… i like you! a lot… and i really liked the kiss. if you liked it too, then please don't hide it from me, leo…"

leo stared at you, the surprise being written on his face. he hesitated, opening his mouth multiple times to say something, but always just closing it again and staring at you.

"then, at least tell me you aren't interested in me… if i know you don't like me that way, then at least i can move on…"

"no–!"

finally, leo had opened his mouth. and all it took was to threaten him to move on. seems like he really did not like hearing that…

"i– fuck!"

leo ruffled his hand through his hair, seemingly frustrated with himself. perhaps because he couldn't find the right words. or maybe something else entirely.

"i do like you that way! i really do, y/n! seriously, i've liked you that way for a really long time!"

you couldn't help but smile as leo admitted his feelings to you. finally, he had said it!

"i'm just… i'm an idiot. i didn't think someone like you would go out with someone like me. you're way out of my league and when we kissed that night i just– i felt stupid for getting my hopes up and tried to just ignore you until my feelings for you would go away again…"

you gently took leo's hands again, intertwining your fingers. he looked up at you surprised, not expecting such a soft gesture from you.

"you weren't the only one getting their hopes up that night. i was really hoping something more could happen between us, but then you ran away and i never got to tell you how i feel about you… until now"

you tilted your head, softly smiling as you began to close the distance between leo and you.

"but… maybe we can start over? forget what lies in the past and try again. perhaps… with another kiss?"

leo stared at you, unable to believe his luck. you were so close now that your lips almost brushed against his, yet you had stopped moving. if he wanted you, he'd have to make the next move.

"this time i'll do things right, i swear!"

and finally, leo closed the gap between the two of you and your lips met again. only this time you knew that he'd stay after the kiss and that there were many more kisses that would follow…

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demonic0angel · 5 months

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Chapter 4 of Ghost Games is out!

(Please start subscribing, I'll stop posting chapters on tumblr after the first arc)

Sparrow lead them to the students. And sure enough, they spotted a trio of students, two boys and a girl, that were sneaking into the fine arts building.

They followed them into the building and then into a classroom, where one student immediately sank to his knees and began sobbing.

"Stop crying!" The girl snapped. "You're so fucking annoying!" She paced around the room, her hands anxiously twisting together.

The last boy looked exhausted and he rubbed his hands against his eyes. "We've been here every day for the past week, but we still haven't found any solutions! What are we going to do?"

"I don't know!" The girl screamed. "It's because of that bitch Brittany that we're in this situation! If she hadn't been bullying that stupid—"

The boy's eyes widened. "Shh!" He looked left and right, as if worried that something would pop out from the shadows to lunge at him. "You can't just say that."

"I can say what I want!" The girl snapped, but her hands clenched and she grit her teeth in silence after that. Clearly, she was aware of the consequences. The two of them ignored the last boy on the ground and as they kept silent in their own thoughts, Robin took the time to look around the space they were in. Sparrow and Nightingale were intently staring at the three students in a lone classroom.

The fine arts building was grandly built, but like the rest of the school, oddly built. It was placed away from the dorms and main building, making it inconvenient to enter and exit. There were hardly any windows and the walls looked gray and the floors were tiled with blue squares.

In essence, it looked like a prison.

Robin finished making his observations when the one coherent guy spoke again. "We have to find a way to say sorry. That's the only way we'll survive."

The boy on the floor sobbed again. He began to mutter, "It's our fault... it's our fault... it's our fault..."

The girl shuddered and said sternly, "How is it our fault!? It's her fault for falling for Brittany's schemes! It's not our fault that she died!"

"Shhh! Shhhh!!" The coherent boy shushed her again. "Can you keep your voice down?! What if we're heard??"

The girl shuddered again and her mask of pride and indifferent rage broke. She began tearing up and said, "I don't want to die..."

"Should've thought of that before you bullied her." The coherent boy also peeled back his mask and he angrily crossed his arms.

"You did too!" The girl said, but then she sank to her knees and cried.

After that, the pair continued crying and the other boy stood in sullen silence until they all calmed down and left without further conversation.

Robin watched them leave in separate directions before he said, "It feels awfully convenient for them to give us all of that information."

While Sparrow asked, "What information?", Nightingale sighed.

"Well, they did say it was a scenario. Perhaps it plays out like a movie or a game. We just have to trigger the right thing to collect information."

Robin felt like that was reasonable. "Who should we talk to, first?"

Sparrow looked confused about what they were talking about before, but he answered, "Definitely not the crying one. I vote for the girl."

Nightingale nodded. "Me too."

Robin agreed and they set off after the girl. It didn't take long to find her, especially because she was staggering in exhaustion. The three following her shared a glance and then both Sparrow and Robin signaled Nightingale to approach her.

Nightingale's expression was full of exasperation but she still did as they asked and made her steps audible.

It was very convenient to have teammates just like them.

"Excuse me," Nightingale called sweetly. "I'm a little lost, can you help me find my class?"

The girl froze and then she bolted into a run. Nightingale stared at her, baffled for only a moment before she moved even quicker and lunged forward to capture her. There was a bit of tussling and by the time Robin and Sparrow moved forward, Nightingale had the girl in a locked position with her arms behind her back.

The girl struggled and cried. "Let me go! Let me go! You'll regret this, you bitch!" She screamed more profanities until her cries stuttered into a hiccup the moment she saw Robin and Sparrow.

She blinked and stared at Robin with wide, frightened eyes. "W-Why are you wearing a mask?"

Robin blinked and tilted his head. "You're not going to say anything to him?" He pointed to Sparrow, who squawked.

"Wow, thanks a lot." Sparrow huffed, jokingly pretending to be angry.

Robin wasn't purposely trying to pick a fight, he was observing the girl's reaction. While she stared at Robin with bafflement and fear, her reaction to Sparrow, the strangest person amongst them, was normal. Her reaction to Robin was not because of his appearance or looks. It was because of the mask, which had been attached to his person.

Robin knew he could take it off, because he had done so in the bathroom last night. But it was odd that she didn't react to Sparrow.

Did that mean that the NPCs within the scenario learned to think of the players as "normal"?

Were NPCs truly real like what the man earlier today had implied? If so, how powerful were these "scenarios" that could place them in different worlds and influence these people?

Robin didn't say anything about his thoughts. He crouched down to look at the girl's face and said, "Hello. We'd like for you to answer some questions."

"Go away! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—"

"If you don't obey, I'll tie you up and leave you to face the ghost."

The girl hiccuped and then began to cry.

"Ancients," Sparrow muttered from behind him. "Could you be any less harsh?"

Robin knew that there was a need for a bad cop and a good cop in these scenarios. The girl was only a teenager, after all, so it wouldn't take much to coax answers out of her.

Thankfully, Nightingale didn't need his directing to let her hold on the girl loosen as she said, "It's okay. We only have a few questions. If you can answer sufficiently, then maybe we can even save you."

The girl hiccuped again and then said slowly, "For real?"

"Yep. Robin is very strong. So is Sparrow."

Robin smiled a little but it was quickly wiped away as the girl looked at Robin with pitiful eyes. "If you tell us what we need, we can help you too."

The girl sniffled and then nodded. Nightingale let her go and fussed over her for a bit, while Sparrow walked in circles around them. Robin wondered if he was nervous, but after a moment, he realized that Sparrow was just guarding them.

Extremely cute.

Robin wondered if this was what a big brother felt like when he saw his little brother work hard.

Nightingale looked at Robin expectantly and he felt an even stronger sense of protection and pride. Both Nightingale and Sparrow, despite having only known him for less than 2 days, trusted him so much that it made him swell with pride.

Robin turned to the girl and asked, "What did you do that caused those deaths?"

The girl's eyes widened. "I-I-I didn't do anything! It was Brittany who did it!"

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Isn't she dead?"

Her face fell. Nightingale soothed her, "Just be honest. Robin doesn't bite."

The girl shivered and said, "They-They bullied her and now... now she's getting revenge!"

"Who's she?" Robin asked impatiently.

The girl shuddered. "Her name is Marina Moreno. She... she was poor, so everybody just wanted to tease her a little... it really wasn't my fault! Who knew that she would die! It's her fault for making Brittany jealous! Oleander should've just fallen in love with her and leave us alone! Now we're all going to die because of them!"

Clearly, this situation didn't have a "little teasing" if it somehow resulted in a ghost that came back to haunt the school. Robin and Sparrow shared a dry look, unable to handle just how hypocritical this girl was, especially as she began rambling about other names.

"What happened? Tell it clearly." Robin said sternly.

The girl cried a few more tears before she said, "I don't know for sure. Marina just died one day and Brittany said she committed suicide! I don't know, I don't know..." she broke down at this point.

No matter what Robin asked her anymore, she wouldn't answer, only sobbing and crying like he was sticking knives into her.

Robin growled and rubbed his temples. "She's useless. That hardly gave us anything!"

"At least we know the ghost is Marina?" Nightingale offered, patting the girl's back.

Sparrow shook his head. "I don't think it's that simple."

Robin gave him a glance. "Is it intuition?"

Sparrow shrugged. "Sure, if you wanna call it that."

Robin stared at him and Sparrow stared back. Robin sighed and put his doubts away, taking away his gaze as well.

He wasn't cut out for this. He didn't teach him anything about ghosts.

Robin shoved those thoughts away as well. Who on earth was he talking about?

They let the girl go, but before she left, Robin asked her one more thing. "Who were the other two with you just a few moments ago?"

The girl hesitated and for once, gave a complete answer, "T-They're the last surviving members of the 2-B class.... The police said that everyone else died from accidents, but we know the truth. We're probably next so we had to meet up to discuss things."

Then she scurried away.

Robin sighed. "So what do we think?"

"I think we should wait and observe Marina at night. There was probably a reason why she attacked one of the players last night. She's probably on the hunt and I think we can catch her in the act tonight." Sparrow said.

Nightingale tilted her head and said worriedly, "Are we meeting up tonight?"

Robin smiled. "Can you do it?" After all, she was stationed in the girls' dormitory.

Nightingale looked away and then nodded. "I'll try my best."

"I believe in you. Don't get caught," Robin said, and they all shared a smile.

Tonight, they would find Marina and hopefully solve the mystery.

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At night, Robin and Sparrow were able to successfully sneak away. The two of them snuck away together, able to dodge the hallway monitor before they raced to the place under the stairs. Nightingale was already there, crouched underneath. She straightened when she saw them and whisper-shouted, "I'm here!"

Robin approached her and said to the other two, "We should make some sort of signal that only we know."

Sparrow grinned, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "We should make bird calls."

"You're stealing my thing," Robin complained in a pretending manner, "I'm supposed to be the only bird here."

"Too late," both Sparrow and Nightingale said in unison before grinning at each other. Robin rolled his eyes good-naturedly but didn't say anything.

Robin finally shut down the antics and said, "We have to make a plan. We have to find Marina and find a way to capture her."

"Do we need to, though? Wasn't the instructions to just solve the mystery?"

"I don't think we can find any more clues unless we hear it from Marina herself." Robin said. "I searched through the computers and you went through the archives in the library. We were stopped several times. Also, I observed the students at lunch yesterday and eavesdropped on the other players when they asked around. It seems as though only specific students trigger the information needed to know Marina."

Both Nightingale and Sparrow shared a glance and then stared at him.

A little affronted, Robin said, "What?"

"Nothing, you're just a little freaky." Sparrow said honestly.

Robin huffed and ignored it as he said, "So we need a plan. To be honest, I'm not sure how to capture a ghost. It's getting close to 12 and we need to make a plan."

Using the hint that told them that 12-3 AM was dangerous, they had assumed that it meant that Marina would try to attack them at that time, so both Robin and Sparrow had left at 11. Of course, they had to dodge the hallway monitor, but at least they had arrived safely to Nightingale.

With that, they took off in hopes of finding Marina. "She's targeting 2-B, so we can assume that she has a vendetta against them and they probably bullied her." Robin said. "Therefore, I think she'll target one of the surviving students and probably avoid us unless necessary."

Sparrow tilted his head. The three were sneaking back to the dorms, specifically the male dormitory.

The plan was to find Marina, stop her, and then capture her for information. Robin didn't think it would be too hard, but clearly, he was hoping for too much when he didn't even have memories.

The moment they arrived, other bus passengers seemed to have had the same idea and was sneaking out. Robin even saw the man they met yesterday morning.

But instead of a calm, quiet scene where Robin and his friends could go and search for Marina, the other male bus passengers were hurriedly dodging a black shadow.

The shadow gave a low, long groan and it darted forward, pencils and scissors and pens floating in the air around it. It sent the school supplies forward like arrows, piercing through the ground and floors and even people.

Several people died at once with a wretched scream.

Blood splattered across the floors and Robin hurriedly put his arms out to protect Nightingale and Sparrow.

And with the screams, the hallway monitor appeared with a wide, toothy smile.

"Students!" He snarled, smacking his club onto his hand. "Students out of bed! Students out of bed!"

"Run!" Robin hissed and the three of them swiftly turned around and fled. Robin searched himself futilely for a weapon, but found none. He had expected it because he had looked in his own pockets before, but he had never been so frustrated with his lack of weapons.

In the chaos, as people started to flee, the shadow had disappeared when the hallway monitor came.

Robin had kept an eye on the shadow but when he lost her, he said to Nightingale and Sparrow, "Marina disappeared!"

Sparrow shook his head and pointed, "No, they're going back to the dorms. I think they're still hunting for the 2-B boys."

Robin hesitated for only a second before deciding to trust him. He turned around and then ran towards the hallway monitor who was blocking the hallway.

Seeing students actually approach him instead of fleeing, the hallway monitor was confused for only a moment before a sick grin covered his face. He swung his bat but in that moment, Robin made a jump, used his foot to stomp onto the bat that was swinging in his direction, and then flipped over the hallway monitor's head. He turned, only to see Nightingale and Sparrow do the same, with Sparrow nimbly jumping over and Nightingale completing a flip.

The hallway monitor was shocked, but in that moment, he heard a loud curse from another bus passenger so he ignored the three going back to the dorms to chase the others.

Robin gave a deep sigh of relief.

"I wonder why nobody else thought of flipping over him." He said and Sparrow shrugged.

"Skill issue."

Robin smiled and Nightingale sighed as the two started to snicker.

The three of them caught their breath for only a moment and then moved on.

Robin lead the way at first, but unexpectedly, Sparrow took the lead after awhile. Robin stared at Sparrow's small back as he lead them confidently through the dark.

Did he have night vision? Sparrow was definitely not human, though his pointed ears and white hair probably should've revealed something.

In the midst of traveling through the halls, Sparrow suddenly paused and said, "I hear something." A foggy breath escaped his mouth.

Robin heard it too.

It was the sound of something dull and wet being hit over and over.

Or...

It was the sound of someone stabbing flesh.

Goosebumps rose over Robin's skin and he pulled Sparrow back. "Where?" He asked.

Sparrow took his hand and pointed him in the direction. It was one of the closed doors that that filled the hallway, evidently a dormitory for one of the NPC students.

Robin hesitated before Nightingale whispered, "Are we going to go in?"

Robin was afraid that he would lead them into danger, but he felt that with their capabilities, they would at least be able to run away successfully. If worse came to worst, they would run to the hallway monitor, make him chase off Marina, and then fight the monitor themselves.

So with that plan, he unhesitatingly kicked down the door.

Sure enough, Marina was stabbing a student to death. The student was the one who was crying yesterday, and he had a hole in his stomach and tears in his wide, empty eyes, clearly long dead. Guts laid scattered around him. Blood pooled underneath his body and splattered everywhere, as if someone dropped a paint can. Even the ceilings dripped blood, covered in intestines and gore.

The smell of blood immediately assaulted their noses, making them all step back.

Marina held a pen in her fingers and she paused the moment she heard the door open before she turned. Looking at her closely, her form was a shadowy humanoid being, and her eyes glowed a bright, furious red.

She screeched and then darted towards them.

Robin suddenly realized the flaw in his plan.

How does one capture a ghost?

"Run!!" Robin shouted and they all scrambled away.

He could hear Marina crash into a wall from her attempt to grab them and she howled furiously before flying towards them with increasing speed.

Robin didn't turn around and they fled the dormitories to the hallways of the school. He went to immediately find the hallway monitor, but unexpectedly, he was nowhere to be found. In fact, he couldn't find anyone else, not even another bus passenger.

Robin could only continue to run. By the time he was skirting edges of the wall in the hallways' twists and turns, and madly dodging flying school supplies, he realized that they were missing someone.

Only Sparrow was with him.

"Where's Nightingale?!" Robin shouted.

Sparrow boggled at him, shocked and then blurted out, "Fiddlesticks! We lost her!"

Sparrow trying to curse but also not being able to use said curse word was particularly adorable, but Robin couldn't find the time to stop and laugh at the cuteness because he was currently being chased by a shadowy ghost.

The two of them dodged another set of scissors. The scissors impaled themselves through the ground and Robin knew that Marina was getting more agitated as they kept dodging and running away.

He took Sparrow's hand and threw him up onto the lockers. Sparrow was startlingly light and Robin only had a moment to marvel how he easily did a flip in midair and landed exactly on top of the lockers before he had to turn his head, dodging a pencil that flew past his eyes and cracked a part of the lockers. Sparrow took off running and Robin escaped in the opposite direction, knowing that he could trust him to survive.

"Find Nightingale!"

"Got it!"

Robin had a general idea of where they should be going, so he ran off in that direction. He could somehow sense that the ghost had left him, because the chill that accompanied it was gone, allowing Robin to feel his fingers again.

But that only meant that Marina was after Sparrow now.

He grit his teeth and continued running, scanning the halls for any trace of Nightingale. She was tall and had bright red hair, so obviously, she should've been at least faintly visible in the darkly colored school, but the few windows that were built barely provided enough light for Robin to see and maneuver around. It had only been his memory from the tour that allowed him to escape from Marina.

Where was she?!

Panic had begun to set in, but in that moment, he spotted a black and white figure running towards him with a black mass quickly chasing after.

Had Sparrow already made a complete turn and found him? How fast was he?!

Robin immediately turned around and sprinted. He could hear the censored cursing from behind him and as he heard a whiz coming near him, he turned his head again and avoided the sharp edge of a box cutter.

Sparrow had caught up to him in that moment and the two of them began another chase, weaving through the hallways. They didn't see anyone else and even the hallway monitor hadn't heard or found them, despite the loud noises and crashes of the school supplies that smashed into the floors and walls around them.

Robin, anxious, pulled Sparrow's arm and hissed through panting breaths, "Do you know a way to capture her?"

Sparrow hesitated and the two of them pulled apart to dodge a large desk that crashed into the locker and dented it so badly that it directly pushed a hole into the wall. They rejoined in an instant and continued running, ignoring the murderous screams behind them.

It was probably only thanks to their speed, agility, and endurance that allowed them to survive this far.

Sparrow opened his mouth to speak and Robin took a glance at him, but suddenly, the air chilled to a frightening degree.

The two of them paused and then looked back. Marina had frozen in place before she darted away.

Robin skittered to a halt and said, "What the...? Why'd she stop chasing us?"

Sparrow shivered. "They’re gone. I don't know why but they stopped."

"Nightingale!" Robin said urgently. "We ran through the whole school but we haven't found her!"

"We didn't run through the whole school," Sparrow said, sounding like he was trying to be calm. "We were in a ghost wall. I'm surprised that the ghost didn't catch us sooner."

"Ghost wall?" Robin echoed, wondering how Sparrow seemed to instinctively understand and know what Marina was doing, when they suddenly spotted Nightingale running towards them.

Robin was too shocked when he first saw her so he didn’t react as she approached them, her composure momentarily lost into nervousness. Sparrow, trusting and completely naive from tricks, ran forward to hug her.

The moment Nightingale relaxed and hugged him back, Robin felt sure enough and approached her as well.

Robin clutched Nightingale's arm and as she shuddered, he slowly brought her forward for a hug, Sparrow sandwiched between them. "Are you alright?"

Even Sparrow looked worried, nervously fluttering around them with his anxious movements.

She continued to pant slightly from the exertion and then said, "I found something."

Robin blinked and pulled her back. "What did you find?"

She smiled wryly. "A body. Quick, let's get back to the place under the stairs."

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Mystery makes me tired... I make too many big brain plots

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #jazz fenton #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #jason todd #ghost game au

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Hiya Wild! For the writer’s ask game; may I ask for 16, 17, and 20 please? Thank you so much 🥰!

Hi Lyra!

16. from a recent piece i want to brag about

This bit is from Dandelions, which is kinda a Charlotte character study (when will I stop doing these? probably never)

one day, in a fit of desperation, in a last-ditch attempt to be seen as something other than beautiful, charlotte takes a knife and lets blonde strands fall to the ground around her like autumn leaves or golden sand. she hacks away at a promise to be beautiful that she never made and it feels like freedom. she cuts and she cuts until her hair is just a puffball—until there is no hiding the point of her ears that charla left behind when she was freed from charlotte's body—most of it on the floor, circling her like some sort of trap, and finally she can breathe

17. from an unpublished WIP

This one's from the next Everybody Lives au story, and I was hoping for it to be Lia's fic debut but who knows when I'll actually get the story finished.

Fuegoleon looked up as the window in the common room was blown open from the outside, a girl with a Green Preying Mantis robe on dropping in. She had a messenger bag slung over her shoulder with what looked to be envelops poking out of it, so she was either carrying orders for them or a letter. Fuegoleon had heard rumours of Captain Garver using Support mages as errand runners, so she was likely one of them. None of that information, though, explained why, instead of either verbally giving a message or handing over a letter, she threw herself at Jack with a wide grin on her face. "Jackie!" Jack, who had a grand total of three second to register her presence, hit the floor face first with the girl perched on his back. "Your reaction time needs some work." "Get off me you little shit!" Jack yelled, twisted and attempting to elbow her. He didn't make contact, but it clearly had the desired result as the girl jumped off him, almost floating back to the ground. "Boo. You haven't seen me in months and the first thing you do is call me a little shit? I'm hurt, Jackie." Fuegoleon didn't need to see Jack's face to know that he was glaring. "Well maybe if you hadn't jumped on me-" "Jackson," Fuegoleon interrupted before any real argument could break out. Jack, he had learnt, was capable of starting an argument in an empty room when he really tried. "Who is this?" "Jackson?" the girl repeated, a look Fuegoleon could only describe as gleeful spreading across her face. "I am going to throw you out the window," Jack said, ignoring Fuegoleon entirely in favour of the new arrival. "and laugh as you fall." "Well, one, we both know I won't fall," the girl said. "and two, that's a terrible way to cope with your anger over the fact that I'm older than you." "By nine fucking days-" the girl jumped back as Jack lunged for her, perching in midair like it was a solid surface. "Missed!" she called. "Might wanna try again." interestingly enough, Jack had yet to use his magic. Normally, it came out almost immediately, but this girl had pushed and lead him around with multiple insults and still there was nothing. Just who was she? "Can one of you please explain-" Fuegoleon didn't get to finish as the door to the sleeping quarters opened, Sukehiro standing there looking particularly grumpy. Charlotte was behind him, leaning on his shoulder. They'd both got in from a mission in the early hours of the morning. "Can you assholes keep it down?" Sukehiro demanded. "People are trying to sleep." "Jackie, is that-" "Shut up!" Jack yelled, somehow tackling her out of the air without mana, sending them both crashing to the floor. "Shut the fuck up!" "Jack?" Charlotte asked. "I'm fine, go back to sleep- how many times do I have to tell you not to lick my fucking hand, Lia?" Lia. Fuegoleon recognised the name as one Jack had occassionally mentioned before. "Oh," Sukehiro said. "I remember you now. Why are you here?" there was a pause. "Jack, get off her." Jack pulled a face, but moved all the same, rolling off Lia to sit on the floor next to her. Lia didn't move. "I wouldn't like your hand if you didn't put it near my mouth, Jackie" she said. "you're lucky I didn't bite you." "Answer the damn question. Why are you here?" "Oh, I've got a message for Mereoleona"

20. from a scrapped project

I don't really have any scrapped projects, per say, most of them end up being reused in something else, but this is from an old au I haven't touched in literal years, so that's as closed to scrapped as my stuff gets.

"Just- let me get this straight," Charlotte said, staring at the man in front of them. "you think we have the power needed to defeat the Demon King." "Not yet, no," Yami said. "but you will. There are tomes. Grimoires that don't fade. Eight of them. If you can collect them all, they have the power to help you defeat the Demon King." "Grimoires that don't fade?" Fuegoleon asked, and Charlotte had to admit that is sounded like a myth. Grimoires faded when the mage died. Everyone knew that. Yami ran a hand through his hair. "The Demon King was almost defeated, once. Ended up getting sealed away for a thousand years. A group of mages gave their lives to seal him, and the grimoires are all that remain. If you can gather the grimoires, you should be able to summon their power and use that to defeat the Demon King." "You know an awful lot about the Demon King, especially for some foreigner from the backwoods of nowhere," Nozel said. "how do we know you're telling the truth?" "His words match with what was written," Gueldre said, flicking through his notebooks. "eight tomes of legend, each with their own, unique power. Though, the powers aren't listed they're very valuable artefacts most collectors would be willing to pay billions for." "You aren't selling them," Yami snarled, and there was something almost- protective in his words. Like the tomes were something precious to him personally. "if the Demon King manages to get his hands on even one of those tomes, your chances of winning go out the window." "Do you know where to find them?" Dorothy asked, awake for once. "No. But Julius has a map. He'll give it to you if you ask," which begged the question, why hadn't Yami got the map from him? "there will be challenges before you can get the tomes, though. Guardians that must be defeated, in one way or another."

The concept was the Bulls were trapped in grimoires and Yami is trying to gather his squad again, but because the Demon King had taken over his body, he couldn't do it himself.

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Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker au #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone au #kaz x y/n #kaz brekker x oc #inejgayfa #jesper fahey #matthias x nina #freddy carter x y/n #freddy carter smut #freddy carter x reader #freddy carter x you

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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requests open!

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blue-haired-grace · 2 years

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“I just want to be alone right now” - Sketch :)

Thank you so much for the prompt, Terra! I didn't find a place to insert Sketch into my last prompt, so I'm so happy to have gotten this one!

From this ask game. Also, guys, writing this angst is so much fun, so please feel free to send in more.

Warnings: child abuse (physical, verbal, and emotional).

Sketch huffed out another angry noise as he stormed into the Guard barracks behind Pillow, Ghost, and Morale. There was no way he would've let them get back behind him, not after what had just happened.

The four of them had been excited to go to 79's for the first time. When they had still been on Kamino, sometimes older brothers from the frontlines would talk about Coruscant and 79's. Sketch knew Pillow and Morale had been exceptionally excited, though Ghost looked like he could've taken it or left it.

Now off Kamino - finally, Sketch couldn't help from thinking with a chill - and in the Coruscant Guard, they had just gotten their armour painted and dried when they decided they would go to the bar. Morale had informed their Sergeant, Karma, who had seemed nervous about it. Mere minutes after meeting her, Sketch hadn't thought he would ever see her nervous. She had tried to talk them out of it but, realizing how stubborn they were, had asked some of the older vode to go with them.

Sketch had been offended at the thought of Sergeant Karma not trusting him to take care of his squad. He should've listened to her and found something else to do while off shift.

He looked up from the ground when he heard Pillow hiss in pain. Morale was trying to gently examine his right eye, which Sketch could see from where he was standing, was definitely swollen. He wondered if his left eye looked any better, as it was currently throbbing.

"Maybe we should take you both to the medbay," Morale fretted, gaze going back and forth between Sketch and Pillow.

"It'll be a black eye, at worst, Mor'ika. Don't worry about it," Pillow assured him. "Besides," he scoffed, only to flinch a bit, "he barely got me."

Morale bit his lip. "If you say so..."

Ghost sighed, annoyance clear. "Did you have to punch him, Pillow?"

Pillow glared at him. "He deserved it; he was gonna make Morale cry!"

Morale had been so happy for the first half hour at 79's, along with Pillow. Sketch had decided it would be best not to stay too long, as Ghost had been looking overwhelmed and annoyed by the noise. Still, Morale had been excitedly talking about how much he liked being in the Guard, both because of the new vode he'd met and just being off Kamino. Then, a brother in blue armour, likely drunk from how he'd been walking, had come over to their table, only to start hurling insults at Morale himself, the others at the table, and the Coruscant Guard in general. Their youngest had looked ready to cry, Pillow jumping up to throw a punch and Sketch had frozen at the insults - Can you not even protect your squad, pathetic little clone? - and hadn't snapped back until the vod in blue had been aiming another punch at Pillow. Sketch had jumped between them and gotten punched.

At least Sketch was finally doing something to protect his brothers, and a pang in his chest went out to Duke and Trick, who he had continuously failed.

"Sketch?" The oldest of Spark Squad was broken from his thoughts by Morale, whose voice was soft and eyes were wide with worry for him.

Sketch didn't deserve it.

He jerked away when Morale laid a hand on his shoulder. "Go away, Morale."

"Ori'vod-"

"Leave me alone! I just want to be alone right now!” Sketch yelled.

The other three just stared at him, shocked. Sketch almost never lost his cool. He groaned, rising to his feet when the others made no move to leave. He left the barracks, ignoring them calling for him to come back. They would be safe in the Guard headquarters.

He made his way through the headquarters to what he'd heard older troopers call the breakdown closet. Despite his anger and sadness, Sketch wasn't stupid enough to leave the barracks after what happened at 79's.

Ignoring the noise form the training room, Sketch knocked on the closet door. When there was no noise beyond it, he opened it and went inside, barricading the door so no one could disturb him.

Sketch sat down, put his arms on his knees and his head in his hands. Why was he such a fucking failure? He'd had insults hurled at him and his brothers his entire life, why was it only now that he froze like that?

Then, both he and Pillow had gone and gotten into a fight. Fighting wasn't allowed. What was going to happen to them? What punishment would they have to undergo? Sketch inhaled. He didn't want Pillow to go through any pain; Sketch was familiar with the pain that came with punishment, he could handle it. He knew how to take it, but Pillow didn't.

The smack that echoed through the room did nothing to hide the sound of Sketch crying out as the cold, hard instrument struck his arm.

"CT-6759," The trainer intoned, grabbing the young boy's chin to force eye contact. "You are your squad leader; any failure is your fault. You will keep your squad under control. There shall be no more defectiveness."

They had already grabbed Duke, dragging him away kicking and screaming. Sketch knew he would never see him again. He wouldn't let that happen to Pillow, Ghost, or Morale. "Yes sir."

Sketch lost track of how long he was in the closet. Eventually, he unbarricaded the door and opened it. To his surprise, right across from him, was the rest of Spark Squad, fast asleep on the floor. Pillow was leaning against the wall, head tilted back in a way that couldn't be comfortable. Ghost had his head on Pillow's shoulder. Morale was laying with his head on Pillow's lap.

His gaze softened at the sight of them.

I'm so sorry. I'll protect you, I promise.

#oc sketch #oc pillow/throwpillow #oc morale #oc ghost #oc duke (mentioned)#oc 43/trick (mentioned)#you can learn more about trick in the prompt i did for hadiya #coruscant guard oc #79's #coruscant guard #ask game #fanfiction prompts #tcw #sw tcw #child abuse #spark squad #my writing

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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The Coordinates Of My Heart ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Angst, fluffy ending, established relationship

PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

It was no secret that Jungkook had tattoos all over his body, everyone had seen them by now but not every single tattoo that covered him. There was one very secret tattoo that nobody except for you and Jungkook knew about...Well, you, Jungkook and his ex-girlfriend that was. It was only a small tattoo on his left peck but it was one of the biggest mistakes Jungkook had ever made in his life, the whole time he was getting his collection of tattoos he swore he would never have someone's name tattooed onto his body and yet there it sat. Black ink across his peck with her name in cursive writing with a small heart attached at the end, "SeoJun" The tattoo bothered you a lot but you would never let that show in front of Jungkook. You'd been dating for almost three years now so you never brought it up except for the first time he showed you. He wanted you to know that she meant nothing to him anymore but that it was there and something he had to deal with.

It was still a crushing feeling to see another girls name tattooed on his body and him always saying that he would never do it again, never tattoo a name across him anywhere on his body. You knew he was thinking rationally but there was a part of you inside that cried out to know why he wouldn't put your name on himself instead but the other part of you thought rationally. He probably didn't want to chance it by getting your name tattooed anywhere on himself and having the relationship fall through.

"Baby I'm so tired," Jungkook groaned that morning as he walked down the stairs to you in the living room he was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, you were trying to convince him to go swimming with you. It was his week off from the studio, he took it off to spend time with you but for the last six days he'd done nothing but lay in bed gaming or go out to dinner with his friends, or hang out with the boys.

"I'm only asking for this one thing baby...Please! I don't want to go alone." You giggled to him as you tugged on his hands trying to convince him to go with you, he looked at you tiredly as he shook his head.

"I'm busy today," He mumbled as he took his arm out of your grasp, ignoring the look of confusion written across your face as he walked into the kitchen. Jungkook hadn't told you he'd made plans with anyone which was why you'd woken him up in the first place if you'd have known he was busy you would have left him. Following after him, you went into the kitchen and he began to make himself something to eat,

"Busy with what? We haven't hung out all week, you said you took the week off to spend time with me." You uttered you knew it probably sounded as though you were being childish but right now you didn't care, you'd missed your boyfriend and this week it felt like you saw him less than you did when he was actually working.

"I actually said I took the week off to relax, so far I haven't done any of that." He grumbled as he began pouring himself a bowl of cereal, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. Rolling your eyes at him you shook your head,

"You've relaxed plenty, all you've done is game and sleep...As well as go to lunch, or spent time with friends...W-What if we went for walk instead? Namjoon said he found this really cute hiking trail..." You trailed off when you realised Jungkook was more interested in the phone that was sitting in his hand than he was in listening to you talk to him. The thought of him ignoring you was heartbreaking enough, you began to overthink everything, maybe he was getting bored of being with you...

"But of course, I wouldn't want to take you away from what is really important." You grumbled to him referring to the phone before storming out of the kitchen and into the living room to grab your swimming bag to go alone since he wasn't that bothered about you anymore.

"Are you upset because I won't hang out with you?! We don't have to be around each other 24/7 Y/n." He followed you into the living room staring into your eyes as he waited for you to say something back to him. He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as the way it was.

"No, but it would be nice if my own boyfriend wanted to do something with me. Watch a movie, go for a walk, order food. All you've been bothered about is gaming or hanging with the guys, we haven't done anything this week." He rolled his eyes at you before going back into the kitchen without another word in your direction. You knew it wasn't supposed to start a fight but there was a part inside of you that wanted answers from him.

"Tell me I'm wrong then. Tell me one time this week you've even wanted or offered to hang out with me." You stated as you walked back into the kitchen, he put his bowl down into the sink shaking his head at you.

"I've been busy. I'm doing stuff all week, I don't need you jumping down my neck-" He stopped talking when his phone began to ring on the table in front of him for a second you could have sworn a panicked look spread across his face. Out of habit your eyes glanced down to see who it was but as soon as you saw the name you wish you hadn't. SEOJUN. Was written across the screen in big bold writing with a broken heart beside her name just like the tattoo Jungkook had only the heart was broken.

"W-Why is she calling you?" Instead of answering you Jungkook just turned the phone over so you couldn't see it and shook his head at the question.

"Jungkook..." You whispered feeling insecure at the thought of him starting to see her again, it wasn't that you didn't trust him. It was Seojun that you didn't trust. She was manipulative and cunning. She always got whatever it was she wanted if she used the right way on Jungkook it was like she had a spell on him.

"Y/n it's not what it looks like, she's just started to say sorry to me that's all. She wants to make up for all the awful things that happened, she opened up her new shop so I've been going to help-" The look on your face made Jungkook stop talking instantly and he knew he fucked up, it was a look of sadness and anger as you realised he'd been spending all of his time with her.

"S-So you've been spending time with her? On your week off..." He nodded his head slowly not wanting to lie to you about where he had been anymore,

"Because I knew if I told you, you would be upset-" He tried to rationalise it but you cut him off,

"Of course I would! You've been spending all of your free time with your ex-girlfriend and lying to me about it!" You yelled out as you stared down at his phone, it was starting to ring again but you both ignored it this time letting it go to voicemail.

"I was just helping out with her shop, she's straightened herself out." You scoffed at the thought of it all and the phone began to ring again, it was clear she wasn't going to quit calling him until he finally answered her call.

"So she's trying to get back with you?" You questioned as you stared at him folding your arms over your chest,

"No! She's trying to say sorry..." You rolled your eyes at the statement, at how naive he was being about all of it and began walking away from him not wanting to listen to this.

"Am I not allowed, friends?!" He snapped at you making you turn to face him you were angrier now at the fact that he was making it seem like you were forcing him not to talk to her,

"You can be friends with whoever you want...B-But didn't you think about how this would make me feel? Seeing her again? When she's literally tattooed across your chest?!" He heard the crack in your voice as you stormed out of the door, leaving him alone in the world of his own thoughts. He knew how much the tattoo hurt you even if you refused to show him that sometimes, he groaned picking up his phone to her.

"I'll be running late today, come by about 2 pm? The place will be empty and it'll be just me and you, like old times." He sighed as he heard her voice down the other side of the phone,

"We should stop, she's suspicious..." He whispered to Seojun as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door, you were sitting in the car so he walked up the stairs to talk.

You whimpered as you got into your car, starting up the engine and driving off towards the pool. You didn't even need to go, you just had to be out of the house for a while to let your brain cool down from what was happening, you were probably just overreacting to it all.

When you came in after swimming the house was empty, all of the lights were off so you knew Jungkook must have been out or up in bed asleep but it was only 7 pm so that was unlikely true. You dropped your keys down in the small bowl by the front door and kicked off your shoes wanting nothing more than to snuggle up beside Jungkook and say sorry for that morning but he wasn't there so you went for the next best thing. Having a shower and curling up in one of his shirts while you waited for him to come home, you'd left him some texts but if he was still upset about this morning you doubted he would answer you.

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a note on the door,

Went out to think. Don't wait up. Love you. x x x JJK x x x You smiled halfheartedly as you read the note from him to you and screwed it up before putting it into the bin. All you had to do was remind yourself that Jungkook loved you, he would never do anything to hurt you.

Later that night Jungkook pulled up outside the house and saw your car,

"I'll call you later, Y/n's home so I'm going to talk to her if she's awake," Jungkook said to Seojun who hummed before hanging upon him. He shut the door carefully and headed up to the front door, it was almost 12 pm so you were most likely asleep in bed but when he walked into the living room you were out cold on the sofa. Draped in one of his jumpers and a pair of shorts with a blanket around you, the TV was playing to itself all of their Bangtan bombs and he smiled to himself. At least you weren't too angry at him to fall asleep to his voice, he turned off the TV and headed into the kitchen.

A small hissing noise made you wake up when you heard small grunts of pain,

"Guk?" You moaned out as you rubbed your eyes, the kitchen light was on and the moaning was coming from there. Terror ripped through you at the thought of him and someone else being in there together but Jungkook would never do that...Would he? Slowly sliding off the sofa you tip-toed into the kitchen to see Jungkook with his back to you, he was hissing as he pulled something off his chest,

"Kookie? What's going on?" Jungkook jumped as your voice suddenly filled the air, he turned to face you and you saw what he was struggling to do. There was fresh clingfilm wrapped around his chest along with some pads,

"Jungkook?" You frowned walking further into the kitchen as you helped him take off the cling film,

"I did something." He mumbled as he took your hands into his own to stop you from removing the rest of it all,

"We have to talk..." You stared into his eyes waiting for him to continue and he looked down,

"I know how much the tattooed bothered you without you saying anything...That's the reason I've been seeing Seojun so much, she runs her own tattoo parlour instead of working for other people now..." You remembered him telling you once that she worked as a tattooist in someone else's shop,

"S-So you went to her to get a tattoo done? Why didn't you tell me?" He let go of your wrists and allowed you to keep unwrapping the clingfilm until it got to the end and the flower could be seen,

"Because we were working on something I couldn't tell you about," Sitting on his left peck, covering the entire muscle was a huge tattoo of your birth flower. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you stared at the masterpiece,

"The best part." He whispered as he took your hand carefully and lead it over to the middle of his chest, written in small black in were some coordinates.

"Do you know what that is?" You stared at them with a frown on your face shaking your head at him trying to work it out,

"It's the coordinates of where I first told you that I loved you," You stared at the coordinates before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and dragging him into a passionate kiss. Tugging him closer to you until he hissed out in pain,

"S-Sorry, the tattoo is sore." He chuckled as you looked at it again,

"Where's your cream? I'll apply it and then we can go to bed?" You questioned as he nodded at you, telling you where the cream he used for all his tattoo's was kept and went to sit on the sofa for you. Smiling happily as he waited for you to come back to him.

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 1/4 of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces, and its full of angst. My heart broke after this piece. 😩 Izaya just deserves love. I’ll be spanning my four pieces throughout the next couple of hours so stay turned. You can find all the days of the collab here!

For the best experience listen to the song while reading the piece. The song title and artist have the link for he music video. 😊

Pairing: Izaya x fem!Reader

Song Choice: Without Me by Chvse

Warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, violence

Word Count: 1.7k

Izaya had never felt this kind of pain before. This man had been beaten senseless, stabbed, and everything in between, but nothing had ever really hurt him as much as heartbreak did. He had been the one to end things, but that was only because he didn’t want to put you in danger anymore. He didn’t want to be the thing that ended your life. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from roaming his head.

“And I don't want nobody else but you

You the girl in my dreams every night

You the reason that I let the sun come through”

You had been the best thing in his life, but he had let his life come in between that. He hadn’t wanted harm to come to you. But just that had happened. All this dealing with the Yakuza had made them take you hostage. They wanted to make him hurt.

So when he had finally gotten you back from them. When he had finally gotten you settled at home he had left, running away with nothing but a note on your nightstand. He couldnt’ bear to tell you to your face that you were better off without him.

You were in his dreams every night since then. Your face haunted every single thought that he had. He told himself day after day that he had to move on, but he couldn’t do that. He wanted you, nobody else.

His thoughts always went back to the countless mornings that you would wake up and roll over to tell him the same thing every time. “You’re the reason that I open those blinds every morning, Izaya.” You’d smile and climb over him, straddling his lap and pressing soft kisses to his cheek. “You’re the reason that I let the sun come through. You’re my light.”

Those words were on repeat in his head. He reached for the beer bottle on his coffee table and took a sip, tightening his grip around the bottle as he fought back the urge to let a tear loose.

“Girl, I'm sorry for the things that I've done

Always starting shit and put you in a dumb mood

Always pushing you away, but I pushed too hard

Now you're gone, what a dumb move

'Cause you're the person I'mma run to”

Izaya’s work had always gotten in the way of your relationship, but you had tried hard not to let that bother you. He knew how hard you tried to ignore it. That didn’t stop him from feeling horrible about it. He had tried to push you away some, despite how much he always regretted himself for it after. He wanted you to make the decision on your own.

He would get angry when you questioned him about when he was going to spend some time with you. He tried to understand where you came from, but his work was his life and he wanted nothing more than to succeed. He wanted to make a better life for not only himself but for you as well. He had gone about that wrong.

His anger would always put you in horrible moods. And when you had left him the first time he should have left you alone.

When you had finally decided that enough was enough he should have left it at that. But something inside him said that he had to have you back. He just couldn’t let you get away. He loved you too much.

You were always the person that he ran to when he needed help. You were the person that he always leaned on. And now you were gone.

“Look, I understand why you had to leave

'Cause I was treating you so bad, that your family

Could see through the fake smile that you had with me

I wish you didn't go, but also know you had to leave”

Izaya had heard the words that your family always spoke. He heard the conversations on the other line. You had been sure that the phone speaker wasn’t loud enough, but he heard them say that you needed to move on.

You would object to their statements. You always did, but he knew that deep down you would think for a long time about them.

They would say that you always seemed like the feelings you had weren’t real. They called your smiles fake and said that you only did them to fool the family. You only wanted them to think that you were truly happy.

Izaya wished that he hadn’t pushed you away that first time, but he knew that it needed to be done. He understood why you had left, but his heart wanted you to be with him.

“'Cause I was toxic, found a way to talk shit

Accusing you of things you didn't do, I know I'm not shit

So leaving me to better you, is better than the option

To stick around with me, I just hate that I caused it

I hate that I caused it”

Izaya had done nearly everything to push you away the first time. He was toxic. He was rude. He played every game he could think of. Izaya even went as far as accusing you of being unfaithful.

He claimed that you had found yourself in the arms of one of his enemies.

So you chose to leave. You told Izaya that you needed to better yourself. You needed to get away. You weren’t going anywhere or doing anything with your life being with him.

You were beginning to see that sticking around with him was the worst option.

He hated that he made you feel that way, but he couldn’t do anything about how he felt about himself. He hated that he had wanted to put you in that position. But you would have been better off without him.

“'Cause I don't wanna hurt you

But I know I will

And I'm looking for the reason

For the way I feel

I didn't wanna lose you

But if I'm being real

Then you're better off without me”

He could feel himself slipping away from you and that’s when he knew that he needed to do what he did. He knew that eventually he would hurt you worse than he had ever wanted too. Worse than just heartbreak.

But Izaya never truly understood why he felt that way. He didn’t know why he knew that he would hurt you. He just knew.

So in the note that he left you on your nightstand he said “You’re better off without me.”

And it was the worst thing he had ever written in his life. The worst thing he had ever said to someone. And he truly meant it. No one could change his mind. Your life meant more to him than his own.

“I never really fell in love until I met you

'Cause that day out at the cabin, I felt something special

3 a.m, vibing, drinking beer on the couch

Remember? I was scared to even cuddle with you”

Flashbacks of how you met filled his head, another swig from the beer bottle filled his throat. The small feeling of forgetting starting to take over. That’s all he wanted to do. These memories were too painful.

When you had come to the cabin with a couple of friends of his and they had introduced you, he hadn't expected to be obsessed. But he was.

Everyone had gone to sleep, the two of you had been the only ones left in the living room, and he had never been more nervous in his life.

You hadn’t hidden your attraction to him. You made it very obvious in the hours after you had met.

You had looked at the clock as you both drank the last of the beers that were sitting on the small coffee table. Three in the morning. The fire burned in the fireplace and your laughs filled the room.

Izaya couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way. The last time he had truly felt love.

Izaya had never been as nervous as he was right now. He was normally the tough guy. He had never had a problem showing affection for a woman he liked. But you were different.

You noticed his hesitation and went in yourself. Before you could even stop yourself, your body moved. You straddled his hips and pushed him back into the couch. Your lips pressing together as Izaya placed his hands on your hips. His fear almost instantly watching away.

“My heart's breaking 'cause I love you and I miss you

I'm thinking about the times where I'd cuddle and I'd kiss you

But I understand that I got a lot of issues

I just hope you know that it ain't easy to forget you”

Izaya shook his head, trying to get the memory to leave him. “Fuck.” He grasped the bottle tighter in his hand and down the last swig. “I miss her.”

Before he even realized what was happening the bottle soared from his hand, a scream leaving him at the same time.

A light switched on in the hallway and a figure appeared in the doorway of the living room. Namie had a sleepy, puzzled look on her face as she checked on her boss. “Izaya?”

Izaya rubbed his eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Everything’s fine Namie. Go back to bed.”

She gave him a worried look before turning back to head to her room. She knew better than to push Izaya when he was like this.

“I just-“ His voice was a whisper as he picked up his phone. He didn’t want to say anything else and have Namie come back out.

Izaya opened his messages, his finger instinctively finding your name and typed out a message he had never meant to send. Alcohol made him hit that button and made him throw his phone across the room after.

So when your phone lit up and you opened the message, your heart broke for him.

Izaya 💞 2:36am

I miss you so fucking much.

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elcorhamletlive · 2 years

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Lets talk Arcane!

I'm curious to know if you had any thoughts on Silco or Jinx? Any favorite moments? Any reason you decided to watch it?

Also! You apologized for rambling on that last reply I sent, but please don't! I love the rambling lol and it made me have Arcane feels again

So, I decided to watch it because my brother (who has played the game) insisted I absolutely had to, because it was better than it had any right to be and etc. I don't always take him up on his recs but this one he was particularly insistent about, and I only heard good things about the series elsewhere, so I decided to watch it. And overall I really, really loved it! I have some qualms but it is a great series and I'm excited to see where they take the story next. My brother keeps telling me they've barely scratched the surface of the iceberg of lore there is to adapt, so I imagine there's a lot of stuff coming in the future that will blow my mind.

As for Silco and Jinx: I find Silco really interesting to watch. I was immediately intrigued by his relationship with Vander (a dynamic I could definitely see myself shipping in the future). I think the time skip between Act I and II defanged him considerably, which makes sense because it is right when he adopted Jinx and she became his weakness. It also made him kind of a hypocrite, which is interesting but to me it seemed to underwhelm his previous motivations a little too much. I wish we had gotten a better sense of what his long term plan was, because even though he jumped up at the opportunity of gaining independence when Jayce offered, it doesn't seem that this was something he was actively planning for. And I know this was acknowledged in text, but it kind made me like the character a little less, you know? I felt like the idea of him upon his introduction was a lot more interesting.

As for Jinx... Uh... Let me put this under a read more.

I'm trying to think of how many followers I want to lose for this reply, lol, but if I ignore that, to put it bluntly: I'm not a fan. I know this is a super unpopular opinion, especially considering her central role in the show, but I'm generally not a fan of "mad bomber" characters and a lot of my qualms with the show are about how that storyline was dealt with. Now, keep in mind that I may have been biased against her, because my brother absolutely can't stand the character and was clear about it since day one, but I was generally fine with her until the end of Act I, when I just... couldn't really get behind what the writing wanted me to. Like typically I am 100% in favour of characters making bad decisions and screwing up, but that particular screw up didn't feel credible to me. Maybe if she hadn't been established to know what the orbs do, I could've bought it, but as it was... You threw the in-universe equivalent of a grenade inside a building with your sister and 90% of your chosen family in, and you didn't know people would be hurt? Really? It was just... weird in way I don't think was intended to be.

Then there's the way this storyline treats Vi, which I think is where my real issue lies. If I had been in her place I can't even imagine the kind of names I'd call Jinx, and people act like her losing her cool for 5 seconds after watching her family get blown up for nothing is some huge moral failure, which uhhhh... Nope. The whole "she abandoned Jinx" talking point drives me up the wall. And I know some of it isn't directly endorsed by the text, but it's strongly implied enough to make me extremely uncomfortable ("I'm the monster you created"? "Silco thinks he made Jinx, but he was wrong, you did"? Really, show? Nothing you have shown me so far makes me view this a point of view worth considering, sorry).

Another issue I have is that the narrative doesn't spend nearly enough time with Mylo and Cleggor for us to really feel the weight of what Jinx did in the way Vi would. Cleggor has no screentime to the point I had to learn his name through fandom, and Mylo's screentime is him being antagonistic towards Powder (for good reason, tbh, but the framing leads us to sympathise more with her in this scenario). I like to think this wasn't intentional, that the writers didn't mean to portray the victims of Jinx's actions one-dimensionally so we could instead focus more on her guilt and trauma than Vi's, but... it left a bad taste in my mouth.

So, yeah, not a character I enjoy. But this didn't stop me from enjoying the show! I can't really choose a favorite moment, so I'm gonna make a list of random ones I really liked:

The begginning of episode 1 with the kids doing all that parkour to get into Jayce's house. I think the animation and sound effects really manage to make the action believable and real to the point that I was genuinely tense when Powder jumps, which is a great feat considering this is animation and unrealistic movement is to be expected in this kind of story.

Vander talking to Vi about war in the memorial. I think it was the first scene in the show to give me feels.

Vi attempting to give herself over to the enforcers.

Jayce making a bunch of corrupt deals with the council members during the violin performance - to me one of the best examples of how the show uses its visuals to enhance its storytelling.

Grayson and Cait interacting on her flashback. Everything with Grayson, really.

The flashbacks between Silco and Vander. The betrayal and drama of it all... [chef's kiss].

There's a small shot right before Jayce takes the stand to speak where he puts down his coffee mug and it covers Viktor, and the movement causes a coffee drop to stain mug-Jayce's face. Again: Visuals conveying storytelling in an extremely effective way.

Everything about post-time skip Ekko. His fight with Jinx is an obvious highlight, but I also loved him showing Heimerdinger the tree.

Vi taking that random dude's jacket.

I love everything about Caitlyn and Vi getting to know each other, even the "men or women" scene that I initially thought was going to make me uncomfortable (seeing the gifsets out of context made it seem predatory in a way the actual moment definitely isn't). But I particularly like when Vi says she's a good shot and Caitlyn corrects her: "I'm an excellent shot". Good for you, Cait, make her work for it.

The scene where Jayce forcibly retires Heimerdinger. I genuinely agree with Mel that he wasn't wrong about anything he said in this moment, but damn if it isn't sad. A great scene.

Another tiny moment: When Viktor goes to dump the assistant's ashes on the river and apologises for not knowing where she'd prefer he did that. Just. Really sad and sweet.

"in the pursuit of great we failed to do good". What a banger of a line.

I know this is a controversial one because technically he shouldn't have been this great of a fighter in this point in the story but I love everything about Vi and Jayce teaming up. I love his reaction to killing the kid and Vi's response. I want them to interact again in the future so badly.

Vi vs Sekira. No thoughts, head empty, just two cool women beating the shit out of each other. 10/10, media needs more of this.

I'm super fond of the scene between Silco and Jayce, as well as Jayce talking to the council afterwards. Through the season I thought we were heading up to a morally corrupt Jayce ending, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that in the end, he actually took the best possible course of action under the circunstances. I especially liked him pointing out to Silco that, if a war did happen, the undercity would be crushed - it echoes some of Vander's beliefs and I think it highlights that Jayce is a good person who wants to do good, at the end of the day (he isn't rejecting war just because it makes him feel bad).

I also love Mel's disdain for her mother, her slapping away her goblet and especially the shot of her mother in front of the painting filled with yellow. Mel was another character that I thought was going to end up the season in a morally dark place, so it was great to see her cling to her beliefs like that.

Despite all my mixed feelings on Jinx, I did find Silco's death heartbreaking, and his devotion to her - and talking to Vander about it - was something I enjoyed watching. "Is there anything as undoing as a daughter?"

Heimerdinger's pet and the robot in the council. I was just always glad to see them.

#tagging this as #jinx negative #just to be safe #tbh there are probably moments i forgot about #it's a really good show! i liked most of it

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kingsuckjin · 4 years

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Jimin's Body- Teaser

⫸ possessed Jimin x reader

⫸ Genre: horror, (Jennifer's body au)

⫸ Rating: M (18+ for eventual smut and very dark themes)

⫸ Warnings: (for this teaser only) demonic possession, blood, low self worth, mention of being a loner, question of a heart attack, embarrassing childhood story, Jimin might be being teased, hmmm Tae's house is haunted maybe?

⫸ About: This wasn't the party Jimin thought it would be. After the party you knew Jimin wasn't the person you thought he once was either... that is, if he’s a person at all anymore.

⫸ Words:1.8k

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"Taehyung, stop fucking with everyone." You scolded as Jimin stared wide-eyed at the ceiling at the light that had just flickered out.

He had to look tough with you sitting in the circle right across from him on the brown, shag-carpeted floor of this basement that looked like it and its living room-like furniture hadn’t been touched or updated since the 70’s.

It was supposed to be a party, and there indeed was one upstairs blasting music but muffled by the floor above.

You were all supposed to be playing a childish and tipsy game of spin the bottle in the basement.

Jimin was supposed to kiss you. He had only come here because he wanted to spend time with you because you invited him, but so far nothing was going as planned.

"He's not fucking with anyone his house is haunted." Jungkook chuckled while Taehyung gave you a boxy grin.

Jimin couldn't tell if they were lying or not, he didn't really know anyone here but you and Seokjin, who had already passed out on the basement couch across the room, oblivious to everything happening.

Jimin also thought maybe they were all playing a joke on him, he hadn't said a word to anyone but you and Jin since he had got here.

"He's not lying, I saw a ghost once when I stayed over. I don't even believe in ghosts." The rather stoic guy named Yoongi spoke with his arms crossed.

"Tell them the story Tae." Jungkook urged.

Taehyung's eyes flitted around the circle to each person's face, possibly pausing to add anticipation.

"A woman died in this house."

"So what? People die everywhere, it doesn't mean a place is haunted." You spoke up, already seeming like you didn’t believe him right from the start.

"She was murdered," Taehyung added.

"Sure." You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

"She was. Right here in the basement. She ran from the killer and hid in the basement and locked herself in the bathroom. She was supposedly very beautiful and vain. Sometimes if you look in the mirror and tell yourself how nice you look, she'll get jealous and appear, maybe she'll even steal your soul if you're pretty enough."

Although Jimin had been a little scared at first. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh and a smile at how cliché Taehyung's ghost story sounded and suddenly all eyes in the circle were on him.

"What? You don't believe me?" Taehyung raised his eyebrows at Jimin.

"No one does, Tae. Even if the house is haunted you're obviously dramatizing it." You scoffed.

"I believe it," Yoongi muttered.

"Go in there and do it Jimin." Jungkook urged pointing to a darkened doorway in the basement.

"Oh Jimin, you made her mad." Taehyung teased as he watched the light above begin to flicker back to life just before dying again.

Jimin could feel the "are you serious?" look on his face that he was now giving Jungkook. He didn't know any of these people but you, and you were the one he was afraid of looking like a coward in front of. He cursed at himself in his head for laughing at Taehyung's bad ghost story. He should've just stayed quiet like he always did.

"Go on." Jungkook urged again, ignoring Jimin's surprised look.

"Guys don't. This isn't how you treat new friends. Can we please go back to-"

"Too scared?" Yoongi now asked Jimin.

"No." He answered more confidently than he felt. Should he be scared? Probably not. Taehyung's story was shit and everyone in the room knew it. They were obviously just picking on him because he was a new friend and shy, right? Jimin didn't really have many friends until he started working at the restaurant with you and Seokjin, he was always just too shy and quiet for friends to really stick. But what if he simply just wasn't this time? What if he became the outgoing popular Jimin he always wanted to be and started over with these new friends. What if he pretended to be everything he wasn't? That’s why he came tonight, he thought if maybe he was all of those things finally, maybe you’d want him. He wasn’t about to mess up the charade he was doing okay at putting on now.

Jimin stood from his place in the circle of new friends on the floor, trying to stop his nervous legs from shaking.

"So what do I do?" He was wanting to prove them wrong, show them that he wasn't scared and this was all bullshit, even though he knew in the back of his mind that this was how every horror movie and story started.

"Jimin you don't have t-" you were interrupted by a smirking Taehyung. Jimin wondered how he could be so chill about this if it was real.

"Go in the bathroom, don't turn on the lights, look in the mirror, and tell yourself you're pretty and genuinely mean it."

"Oh, so you can all hear me and laugh at me?" Jimin saw a new ploy to their jokes.

"No ones going to laugh at you." Taehyung was serious as he looked Jimin in the eye.

"You've got more balls than I do, new guy." Jimin heard Yoongi say as he looked towards the dark basement bathroom. Something about their suddenly serious tones of voices and the way they were looking at one another now made the fear and nervousness in Jimin’s stomach rise once again.

"I swear if you're tricking him or you plan on actually making fun of him I swear I won't be your guy's friend anymore, I mean it." Your tone was deadly serious at the group and that gave Jimin some reassurance.

"It's not a joke," Taehyung replied in a way that took away any shred of confidence Jimin had left. What was worse, his new friends playing a prank on him and wanting to embarrass him or something actually happening? Jimin felt fucked either way but still made his legs carry him to the bathroom as he tried to shake off the unsettling feeling Taehyung’s story had left him with.

He wondered if they would stop him and tell him they were just kidding, but as he closed the door and the complete darkness took over the room, he lost any hope of that happening.

The bathroom smelled musty unlike the livable rest of the basement. Although it was a full bathroom with a sink, tub, and toilet, the walls were unfinished. It just felt like someone had given up on the room long ago.

Jimin placed his hands on each side of the cool, white porcelain sink and looked at himself thoroughly in the mirror in front of him. How was he supposed to tell himself he was good looking and mean it? Jimin felt like he was a timid, friendless, freak. Even this incident reminded him of a sleepover he had in first grade where he got scared and peed his pants and all the boys laughed at him. He knew you'd never want him, not when he was too shy to finally make a move, not when you had all of these cool guy friends.

Jimin placed his hand on his cheek and let his thumb drift over his lips. Have you ever once thought he was handsome? Just once? If you did you wondered what you thought about. Maybe you liked his lips and thought about how good they would feel pressed to yours… or even other places on your body.

Maybe you liked his hair and thought about how nice it would feel to run your hands through it. Perhaps his body? As a dancer, Jimin knew his body was in shape but was it good enough for you to imagine on top of you?

He finally came to the conclusion that maybe he had more in the looks department than most did. That was when he let the words pass his lips.

"I'm attractive."

The affirmation felt good, he had never once thought to do this before. He continued to look over his features and think about what you might like about him.

"My lips are nice, my hair is nice, my body is nice and I'm so attractive. I'm pretty."

Jimin began to understand that the others in that room weren't him, they were nothing like him. He had things that they didn't, many things they didn't. Even in the kindness department, Jimin had a leg up, after all, who sends a new friend into a bathroom to scare them? Did they even want to really be friends with him? Probably not. Perhaps they did this out of jealousy. They were probably jealous Jimin was better looking than them, he was a better person than them. They wanted you and couldn't have you, Jimin could.

All Jimin could see in the mirror was darkness all but the beautiful features of his face. He didn't feel the smirk that erupted on it, but he saw it in the mirror and it felt so right.

"I'm the most beautiful here. I am."

Jimin was so lost in himself that he barely noticed the shadow right behind him, reaching out for him with its dark, spindly fingers each tapered to a claw tip.

Jimin did however see the dark liquid begin to drop from his nose, run down his full pips and chin before dripping onto the white porcelain sink in front of him.

He doubled over with the sudden pain in his chest that hit him faster than a lightning strike. It felt like his heart was being tightened in a vice.

He collapsed completely onto the cold, cracked tiled floor in the dark grunting with a ringing growing overwhelmingly loud in his ears as he waited for the squeezing in his chest to pop his heart like a water balloon.

Could anyone hear him? Surely someone had to. What was happening? He wondered if he was suffering a heart attack. Was he dying?

The pain was so terrible and felt like it was lasting so long that Jimin had tried to dig his fingers into the tile until his knuckles turned white.

Over the piercing ringing, Jimin could hear soft whispers that didn't make sense at first. The whispering of a woman. The longer he listened as his vision began to fade, the more he was able to make sense of the words.

"Let me in. I can make your dreams come true. I can give you everything you want, just let me in Jimin." Whatever it was knew his name, and it knew about you and how much he liked you. it felt like whatever the voice was was burrowing around in his brain looking for something.

Jimin felt weaker and weaker as his struggling against the pain lessened the more he decided to give up.

"Fine." Jimin had struggled to say, but once he did, everything stopped. Everything turned black, even his thoughts of you had melted away into the darkness.

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , implied car accident

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 .

it wasn’t your fault seijoh lost to karasuno . . . so why did tooru look so mad at you ?

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SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you were right.

⠀karasuno did practice a lot.

⠀holy shit, when did they become this good?

⠀goddammit, why did you have to be right?

⠀you could see the struggle your team was going through with the first set. oikawa told them to not underestimate the underdog team, but you could tell there was a subconscious feeling of pride in their chests from beating them in the preliminaries months ago. but like tooru said, there was no point in you making any interjections; just be the cute little manager, and everything should go smooth sailing from there.

⠀the karasuno first years were noticeably better. everyone in the gym, players and regular spectators alike, could see it. namely, the setter and that peculiar middle blocker. you remembered them vaguely from the prelims; oikawa disliked them, the setter in particular. number nine - tobio kageyama, from kitagawa daiichi.

⠀you watched one of kageyama's middle school games with tooru, before you two started dating. the infamous "king of the court"; you didn't realize it was meant to be derogatory until you witnessed the setter in action. tooru seemed somewhat smug with his actions on the court, bossing everyone around and setting without much thought for the other players' preferences. the court was a kingdom, and kageyama was at the top of the monarchy - that kingdom would soon be his downfall.

⠀you've never heard of the short middle blocker until the start of the preliminaries. you originally thought he was a water boy or an assistant to the team until you saw his jersey. your next assumption was a pinch server or even a defense specialist.

⠀no, he was on the starting lineup.

⠀right in the middle block position.

⠀you were beyond surprised with the kid. their quick attack was a force to be reckoned with. you weren't there the day of the practice match, so this was your first time being exposed to karasuno's secret weapon. those crows were no longer flightless. you still sometimes marvel at the fact seijoh managed to seal the third set. the next loss against shiratorizawa felt more disheartening than usual, after having to fight so hard for it.

⠀the entirety of the last set had you on the edge of your seat. for the entire game you were doing something; whether you joined in on the audience chants, handing out water bottles and towels, or even giving some friendly words of encouragement. you attempted to talk to your boyfriend during timeouts, but he was completely uninterested, his focus only on the game.

⠀by now, the other players caught onto his neglect towards you, and did their best to support you in any way they could. yahaba mainly kept you company during the game, since he was a pinch server. during timeouts, makki and mattsun would give you pats on the shoulder during timeouts, taking every opportunity to thank you whenever you did something for them. as for iwaizumi - he gave you the most attention during timeouts. the ace hardly left your side, even while the captain explained something to the entire team. you were thankful for hajime's friendliness, but there was still a sharp pain in your chest from tooru. the wall that separated the two of you grew more with each day, and you still hadn't figured out a way to break it.

⠀"you got this, seijoh!" you raised an enthusiastic fist in the air when the whistle called for the end to another timeout. the lineup turned to face you, each of them giving you a thumbs-up and a smile in acknowledgement. you looked to your brunet boyfriend, who mustered a small smile and a nod of his head before returning to the court.

⠀aoba johsai was already at match point - victory was so close, couldn't they just push for one more?

⠀the opposing school looked like they reached a second wind at the very end, something that seijoh did not need at a moment like this. karasuno pulled stunt after stunt; the players could hardly keep up with every move. your eyes are locked on oikawa, pupils shaking with fear as kageyama scored a deuce with a notorious setter dump - you felt the apprehension as tooru's jaw grew physically taut for being bested by a first year.

⠀and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse -

⠀your mind went blank when your eyes witnessed tooru's arms miss the final receive.

⠀your brain went numb as the gym went silent, eyes on the ball that flew out of bounds, with no possible way of passing back into the game. karasuno screamed for joy but your ears blocked out the sound like a busted speaker, watching the cloud of disappointment rain over the players on your side of the court, one by one.

⠀aoba johsai... lost.

⠀and it wasn't to shiratorizawa.

⠀you could hardly process the information as you stood up to join the team in paying respects to the game, watching as seijoh thanked their audience for coming to support them. a lump caught in your throat as you watched the team walked back with little to no pep in their step, grabbing their belongings silently and walking out the gym. their eyes were glossy with disappointment.

⠀you jogged up to the brunet as he came back from searching for any other teammates lagging behind, swallowing the nervous lump as you spoke, your voice filled with concern.

⠀"tooru, you did great out there," you reassured him. by the look in his eyes, he didn't buy it. "you did amazing today, and i'm so proud of you."

⠀"please get out of my way, y/n." he shrugged you off and continued to walk towards the bus, his hands shoved in his pockets as he trudged along. he's upset, it's understandable. even so, the painful heaviness in your chest came back as you made your own way to the bus.

⠀the ride back home was a quiet one, the vehicle driving to aoba johsai quickly. the disheartening atmosphere was suffocating your lungs, your eyes fighting back your own share of tears as you watched the players step out onto the pavement, their eyes sullen and dull. kyoutani and kunimi were the first to leave, the latter wishing the rest a goodnight before turning heel and walking home. as for the former, he hardly did so much as grumble before sprinting off. the remaining ones stood there in silence for a few moments, their next plans unclear.

⠀the ramen restaurant was supposed to be a joke - the captain wasn't supposed to treat them to anything but a trip to nationals. but with defeat hung heavy in the air like a dark fog, even ramen couldn't bring them back up into their spirits.

⠀kindaichi and the rest of the second years were the next to leave, their wishes of departure nothing more than mutters as they braved a strong facade in their eyes. it was a general agreement amongst the players that the ramen date would come another day; for now, everything that happened today just needed more time to settle.

⠀"tooru, we should get going soon - " after waving a few people goodbye, you spun to where the third year previously was, only to find that he was no longer there. you turned to hajime, who pointed to the doors leading into seijoh. you looked quick enough to catch a glimpse of brown hair disappearing into the school before the door shut. you and the other third years collectively agreed to follow oikawa into the gym - god knows what he was planning to do there.

⠀you walked into the gym first, watching with a solemn expression as you watched the setter attempt to put up the net all on his own. he seemed hardly fazed at the sound of the gym doors opening, ignoring the others as he continued.

⠀iwa was the first person to step forward, and you watched as the ace moved to help oikawa in setting up the net. makki and mattsun followed suit not long after him. you didn't exactly know how to help with the net, and thus had to sit to the side as the four began to play two on two, their voices gone and the scrimmage as good as mute. you sat on the side, spectating the match with your arms around your knees. you felt no obligation to go home - not yet.

⠀about an hour had passed, and the third years had enough. two on two was much more work than six on six, and everyone besides oikawa was ready to call it quits. his eyes were focused even when the rest stepped off the court, grabbing a ball to serve again.

⠀"oikawa, that's enough." no answer.

⠀"oikawa."

⠀hajime clenched his jaw as he was blatantly ignored by his teammate, but you stood up before he could do anything else. he watched as you made your way over to your boyfriend, wanting to actually talk to him after the stressful day. step by step, you approached him as he practiced his jump serve, his brown eyes flamed with frustration and anger as he moved to pick up another one.

⠀"tooru, please." you stopped him before he could grab another ball, your voice gentle as you addressed him. the others were silent. "it's been a long day. please, let yourself rest. after an amazing match like today, you deserve time to - "

⠀"amazing? amazing?" you jumped back instinctively as he gripped the ball, turning his body to face you entirely. this glare was more intense than any other nasty look he's given you in the past. "what about that game was amazing? the fact that we lost? you think that part was fucking amazing, huh?"

⠀your stomach dropped. "no, tooru, that's not what i meant - "

⠀"you fucking tell me what part of that game was amazing then, y/n!" he slammed the volleyball he held towards the ground, his voice raising higher by the second. "i failed to take us to tokyo. i failed to lead our team to victory. i failed to secure another god forsaken match against shiratorizawa!" he stormed towards you, his eyes ablaze and uncontrollable. "and you have the audacity to tell me that it was amazing? are you stupid?"

⠀"i just want you to rest! you're always pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion! is that so wrong of me to care about your wellbeing?" you found a voice to yell back at him, but retracted it oh so slightly when you noticed his mood worsen. "listen, tooru! you have to take care of yourself, dammit! you did the best you could, and that's all that matters! seijoh's loss against karasuno doesn't take away from the fact that you're an outstanding player!"

⠀the ball that he threw to the ground somehow found its way to roll against his ankle. "if i had just mastered my serve, maybe we'd be the ones playing shiratorizawa."

⠀"what?"

⠀"you." oikawa pointed a finger at you, his jaw tight. "if it wasn't for you being such a pain in my ass all the time, i could've improved my serving. but no, you had to drag me out of the fucking gym every time i found time to practice by myself." bringing his hands down to his sides, he smiled - something maniacal. "you wanted us to lose, didn't you?"

⠀"what the fuck, oikawa?" enough was enough, and iwaizumi finally broke between the quarrel. "you're just being delusional at this point, leave y/n alone - "

⠀"no, iwaizumi. you need to shut up." tooru's eyes never left yours, and yours began to quiver in sincere fear. "you, y/n, you wanted us to lose, didn't you? you never let me practice, and in turn that would prevent us from winning. you didn't want us to go to nationals! you were pissed off that i was paying attention to something else! what, being a fucking brat that you didn't get what you want?"

⠀"tooru, i don't even know what you're talking about!" your vision blurred at his raised voice, your heart constricting with every accusation. "i know how much volleyball means to you! i would never do anything so selfish, i wanted seijoh to go to tokyo just as much as you guys!"

⠀"you are such a bad liar." pressing a single finger to your chest, his teeth seethed as he hissed his next words. "it's your fault we lost. not mine, not the others. you. it's your fault for being a pain in my. fucking. ass."

⠀"t-tooru - "

⠀"get the fuck away from me. i don't want to see your face."

⠀a shot to the heart.

⠀the resolve to hide your tears shattered, as you turned heel to grab your things and leave. leave, run, do anything. to get out of there.

⠀"y/n, wait!" you felt a hand on your wrist, your eyes fairly forming hajime's outline. "don't! i'll just drive you home, okay?"

⠀you shook your head furiously as you yanked your hand out of his grip, reaching for your bag and sprinting as fast and as far as your own two legs could take you, out of the gym, and out of the school.

⠀you paid no mind to where you were running, as your mind memorized its way back home all the way in your first year. large, wet tears decorated your face like poison, your voice blubbering sobs and incoherent apologies to the wind as you carried on.

⠀then, out of the blue, headlights appeared.

⠀where even were you?

⠀you stopped abruptly, wiping your eyes to get a sense of your current environment.

⠀there was a voice in the distance. hajime?

⠀"Y/N, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!"

⠀your head turned...

⠀crash.

a / n : so this came out much longer than i originally planned— i just wanted to get to this part as soon as possible so i could start getting into the juicy parts . now that we’ve finally established this , expect much much more drama , because this is angst , after all . 👀

btw, if you wanna be tagged whenever i update this series, just send an ask! i’d be happy to start a taglist.

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stubbedbakutoes · 4 years

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Ignorance is Bliss

*TW: body image issues* (y/n) overhears Todoroki badmouthing a certain insecurity of hers in front of his friends.

pairing: todoroki x fem reader

genre: angst i guess

word count: 1.3k

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(y/n)��s the type of person who'll go "Holy shit I’m an irresistible human being" one moment and then she's going, "ha ha who am I kidding I've got zero attractive traits," but it’s all a part of growing up and slowly learning to accept herself, she suspected.

She's progressively learning to love herself, because she's got Todoroki as a boyfriend, a man who’s the expert in telling her that she's "so, so perfect," and whenever Y/N says as much, she'd get a disbelieving scoff and then a list, almost, about why she's apparently so good-looking inside out whenever Y/N started to doubt herself, doubt him, doubt everything and anything.

Todoroki's the one who's been all "you're so sexy," and "I don't understand how you don't see it, baby," and "if I'm a six then you're literally off the charts". He's been the one to slowly but surely coax her into loving herself, to making her do things (like going on a diet, or to the gym) because she wants to – not for the sake of fitting into society's standards of beauty.

One day Y/N entered his house whilst making sure that her presence remained unknown for the surprise visit to be successful. Then, the sound of some video game echoed around the house, followed by the voices of Todoroki's best friends.

"Not really, guys." She heard Todoroki scoff obnoxiously. "I mean, her legs though. Sometimes her thighs takes so much space, more than me, even when I'm manspreading since it flattens out to the size of an island, or something." He complained, and just laughed like he hadn't just said something insensitive and heartbreaking thing for (y/n) .

Usually they'd be laughing with her – not at her – but shit happens and now they're too preoccupied laughing over her for them to have noticed her come in.

She can tolerate criticism from some strangers online or even face to face. (y/n) takes those words in her stride, beaming at them, even, as they spit out their insensitivity to her. When it comes from Todoroki, who was all cold on the outside but is dimpled grins and endless, selfless love for everyone around him – that. That she can't handle.

Y/N can't help but think if all his body positivity been a joke all along. Like a bad fan fiction, where Todoroki actually has a split personality wherein he's a massive playboy who'd lost a bet and had to be all lovey-dovey with her until a certain length of time. (y/n) hoped that in the process he saw through her flaws and fell for her, hard. But god damn, it seemed to far-fetched from how passionate Todoroki sounded while hating on her earlier.

If he did turn out to be a massive twat, then (y/n)'s made a grave mistake by falling for this asshole's cheap tricks, hasn't she? She'd been too blinded by love that she's never thought there would come a day where she would regret falling for him. Looking back at how she believed that Todoroki and her were going to last was too naive of her. This must be one of the most gut-wrenching feelings she's ever experienced. It's true when they say ignorance is bliss.

Y/N inhaled deeply. I've got to be logical about this. She contemplated, bringing a hand to her forehead. Can't just immediately jump to conclusions, right?

She took a couple steps into the house, plastering on a grin. whilst hiding her thighs with the tote bag placed near the front porch, for some reason. With a glance to the wall clock, she realised that she's been gone far longer than she thought and that the guys he was previously chatting with are out of the picture.

"Hey," (y/n) greeted, almost nervously, before she yelled at herself internally because she's got to be all nonchalant about this, afraid of blowing up her cover. Didn't want to give her boyfriend more things to list about things he hated about her, did she?

"(y/n)! Come here, baby." Todoroki called from the living room, head tilted back and lips immediately lifting into a grin as she came into his line of vision. He lovingly grabbed onto her hands and tugged her down to sit her on his lap like how they routinely do. But if he thinks that my thighs are big as fuck, he must also think that I'm, like, too heavy.

So with a forced laugh, she refused his offer and sat on the sofa beside him, rushing to a rest a square pillow on her thighs as she gave him a tight-lipped smile, earning a small laugh from him.

"Cuddle." He demanded, almost, much like a greedy child, making grabbing hands towards her.

Y/N poked her tongue out at him, "Not now," she said in a playful tone – so practiced and perfect. Normally she'd agree right away, but it's obviously different this time because she's cross with him and also doesn't want to accidentally squash him or something.

Minutes later, he's clearly waiting for her to let her guard down and then come cuddle him. But it never came. He's frowning now, “Ok, what’s wrong?”

“What?” (y/n) asked, pulling herself out of her day dream. "Oh I’m just-”

“And don’t say you’re just tired, we’ve been together long enough for me to know there’s something bothering you.” He said, cutting her off from the usual excuse she would give to anyone.

(y/n) breathed in slowly, eyes darting to the pillow on her lap, "I, uhm. I heard you talking about me just now."

"You were here earlier?"

"Went in, then stayed there for awhile, 'cos I – doesn't matter. I was just a bit... I guess, hurt, is all. I'm fine now, though, honestly."

"Why were you – " he started, then his shoulders are tensing and his eyes are widening as his eyes dart down to the pillow on her lap and he's instantly cursing. "You heard me say that thing about you – about your – fuck. Baby, I'm sorry. I'd take it all back in a heartbeat. I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean it at all. I just — It just. I'm sorry, baby, please don't be dissapointed. I love you so much," He looked at her from head to toe, his eyes glimmering with adoration. "I love all of you. Every bit of you."

"It's no big deal, anyway," Y/N mumbled quietly in response.

"Ofcourse it is," Todoroki insistently shook his head and then scooted so much closer to her, literally hauling her into his lap. (y/n) choked out a squeal, trying to get out of his hold, but he held her down, hands on either sides of her hips like she's weighing nothing more than a leaf, or something. "Baby, please." His lips moved against her skin and she stopped struggling because he's so much stronger than her. "I'm so sorry. I'm a shitty boyfriend to even think that way about you, to my friends, too, but — I just." Todoroki sighed, dropping his forehead onto her shoulder.

"This is some bullshit excuse but, but. I wanted to– pride. It was a pride thing 'cause they were saying shit like I was whipped, 'cause I kept praising you infront of them by going on and on about you being the epitome of beautiful and how I was insecure about you leaving me one day and how I don't think I'd be able to physically and emotionally cope with that. And I just... you get the gist. Fuck. Being a male is infuriating, honestly," Todoroki huffed out, pouting at the idea of his girlfriend in agony with a pained expression after hearing his insensitive words earlier.

He lifted his head up, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, "What I said – that thing about your thighs, or whatever, I don't even remember what I said 'cause they're right — I talk about you like you hung the moon and the stars and other sappy shit like that. Plus I literally find no fault with you. I love everything about you, baby. I bet I always will."

She scoffed, then she's smiling, letting out a little laugh, this time it's genuine. I'm definitely in love with him. definitely don't regret it, either.

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dumbasscorn · 3 years

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Exothermic - chapter twelve

Amalthea vs The Game

"Thea, my dear niece. Is Harry corrupting your young, innocent mind?"

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The dullness of school after Trevor stopped showing up was quite a shock to Amalthea. He no longer texted her every twenty minutes, disrupting her from tedious work and begging for attention.

Which had resulted in her phone being confiscated and held until the end of the day more than once, only to retrieve it once again to see a spam of messages. They all were along the lines of asking if she died, and if she did, to then come back alive because Trevor hadn't yet had the time to call a witch.

It was nearly two weeks since Amalthea last received a text from Trevor. Jackson fell into a bit of a slump, whining to the girl about not having his best friend to mock teachers with. That being said, Jackson King took it upon himself to uphold the responsibility of being the nuisance in Thea's life, stating that it is necessary until Trevvie (as he so happily nicknamed the missing boy) came back to fill his duty.

Amalthea was not happy with her predicament. Trevor Uley better be cured of his illness and get the hell back, or else she was going to snap a neck.

It was Friday afternoon and Jackson, as they pushed through seniors to get to the exit, was pestering Amalthea. The soccer player was moping on about how Trevor wouldn't be there to see him play -and that she should feel really, really bad for him cause it sucks a lot- as Thea focused in on the rock music playing from her right headphone.

"If I say I'll go, will you leave me the fuck alone?" She finally snapped, clenching her teeth together. Widening his gray eyes, Jackson jumped up and down, "Oh my god, yes! Can't believe you cracked-- only took two weeks." He pretended to wipe sweat off his forehead, sighing in relief. Amalthea ignored him, giving no indication that she was listening to a single word he spoke.

After arriving home -not without the silent, weird car ride, of course!- Amalthea tossed her body onto the comfortable cushions of the couch. Her eyes were closed in comfort when she heard chortles of laughter, disrupting the small moment of bliss. A manly voice, that she had grown accustomed to, called for attention.

"Rough day there, bud?" Charlie asked with humor laced in his voice.

"Oh, absolutely. Uley was a no show again-- it's getting a bit annoying having to deal with his child alone. Dumb-dumb annoyed his way into making me say I'd go to his game, which is going to be boring by the way, and Uley is gonna pay for this one. He owes me big time." Amalthea droned on, not noticing the other man sitting at the kitchen table listening to her vent.

"Woah. You, Amalthea Rue Swan, are going to an actual high school event? Unheard of. Revolutionary!" Charlie gasped, hand on his heart.

Thea waved an arm around her head. "I know! A tragedy. Mortifying. Gonna hate every second of it. Honestly wish I wasn't an awesome, amazing, beautiful, hilarious, enigmatic person. Maybe then people wouldn't beg me to do such mundane things, like watching dudes kick a damn ball around a field."

"Gross. Good luck though. Gonna need it with that attitude!" Charlie pointed at her, "How're you getting there? Someone gonna pick you up, or what? I'd take you, but Harry and I are going back to fish again. We're gonna have a fish fry soon and you need fish to do that." He smirked, finally bringing her attention to the man next to him.

Amalthea snapped her head up, eyes meeting those of Harry Clearwater's, whose eyes were riddled with mirth as he looked at the girl on the couch.

Finally realizing that her uncle was not the only person in the room, Thea smiled brightly at the man. "Charlie's fishing friend! How're you doing? Catch any fish without Charlie? Man probably wards them off with his corny ass jokes."

"Language!" Charlie called from the fridge, not bothering to defend his jokes.

Harry hid his laughter and winked at the teen, who still laid on the couch with her head now resting on the ledge. Wanting to gossip about her uncle, Amalthea maneuvered herself into a sitting position, perched on the edge of the seat. "So, what's Uncle Charlie like with friends? Are his jokes still dumb? Wait- does he curse a lot? Tell me, tell me, tell me." Thea egged him on, watching as he walked over and took a seat aside her.

The man whispered back, just as quietly. "Actually quite the sailor mouth, that one's got. I swear, I'm not lying!" He swore, once the girl began to look at him in disbelief.

Charlie walked in on the elder man and his teenage niece whispering to one another, laughter sounding from the both of them. After overhearing Harry tell the girl a story about how Charlie once drank a bit too much as they were watching a baseball game and fell face first into the mashed potatoes, the uncle felt the need to interrupt.

"Thea, my dear niece. Is Harry corrupting your young, innocent mind?" Charlie questioned, breaking the two apart by placing his hand on Thea's head and pushing her away.

Amalthea gasped, "Uncle Charlie! How dare you assume such dastardly things! We were just talking about what out favorite flavor of cake was! Tut-tut! Always assuming the worse, you are." The girl shook her head in shame, knocking Harry on the elbow so he did the same.

The man next to the girl nodded in agreement, adding a "I would never!" to back his argument.

After listening (and ignoring) Charlie's lecture about the animals in the woods and how to steer clear from them, Thea nudged her way out of the front door, walking back to the school she escaped from some hours ago. Asking Bella for a ride was definitely not an option. She just barely avoided that mess when she told Charlie that she did not want to bother her cousin.

'Uley owes me mega. There's no way in hell he gets to skip and stay home, and I have to freeze my ass off through a game!' Thea thought, tugging her sleeves further down.

Ignoring the rustling of leaves and trees, Amalthea trudged her way to the bleachers.

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