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sanzusbestie · 2 years

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bonten angst where in the past they had a very happy and healthy relationship with reader until the come home to see reader nowhere with a letter writen sorry and then years later they were walking through an alley until they saw a homeless kid sitting crouched.(you can google on how kenny met levi from aot) and turn out that it was his child when he ask what their mother is when he says its reader.

so basically reader found out that she was pregnant and not knowing what to do not wanting to burden the boys she peft and shortly died from an illness leaving them and their child.Angst pleasee with hcs:).

♡ Up there in the sky ♡

Pairings : Sano Manjiro x f!reader, Haitani Ran x f!reader, Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader, Haitani Rindou x f!reader, Hitto Kakucho x f!reader, Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Death, mentions of illness, mentions of drugs, mention of child trafficking, mentions of rape, suicide

A/n : I LOVE getting this kind of requests ! I just love writing angst lol. I did a common scenario and separate reactions, I hope that's okay with you. Sorry Sanzu's part is longer than the others, ngl I was more inspired for him. I'm kinda proud of this one so please don't let it flop 😭 Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

In the really scary moments of life, we're all alone. We're all alone when love goes away, all alone when the social services show up in the morning, all alone in front of the doctor who announces a disease, all alone when we die.

Everybody ran in their corner without looking after the person next to them. People were crushed against each other and yet so alone.

Neon lightening, giant screens, signs lit up across the gleaming facades of skyscrapers. Somewhat absent-mindedly, you allowed yourself to be carried along by the crowds, face raised to the sky, almost hypnotized by the lights.

You felt it. You felt that pressure in the back of your knee, you didn't imagine it. It was probably the doing of a young teen, just trying to make some funny memories they'd never forget. But it wasn't enough to make you stumble.

Why were you in his arms then ?

"Is this what they call love at first sight ?"

There are beings whose destiny is to meet. Wherever they are. Wherever they go. One day they meet.

"It's not," you flatly replied. "Isn't love at first sight supposed to be a coincidence ? You deliberately pushed me." He was young, you noted, probably in his early twenties just like you. But unlike you, he seemed to be the type of guy to make fun of life.

"And yet, you're still in my arms, angel," he smiled.

For a few seconds, you were the only two stars in the sky of Tokyo.

It only takes a moment. A look. A meeting. To disrupt an existence. The right person, the right moment. The whim complicit in chance.

Now there was an obviousness, an impulse, an alchemy between you. A primitive feeling that went back to the fears and hopes of childhood. The dizzying certainty of finally facing the person able to fill your void, silence tour fears and heal the wounds of the past.

Love comes out of the blue, like breaking in. Just one moment and nothing exists anymore. Suddenly life is no longer scary.

You opened your eyes filled with wonder, a sight he knew he'd cherish for a lifetime. At that time, you didn't know that the years you were about to live would be the most painful and beautiful of your life. You didn't know yet that you had just met love. The only one, the real one, the fiery one. The one that would give you everything before taking it all back. The one that would light up a life before destroying it forever.

"How many chances do you think we have to meet ?" you asked.

"I don't know. Let's never find out."

It's been years and yet you still couldn't get enough of each other.

On the subway back home from work, the taste of his mouth on your lips. In the book you gave him, an underlined sentence that made him smile : Was it love that make people stupid or did only fools fall in love ?

Each time he had to leave for another mission, you'd feel like a void. Like a bite. Haneda's sadness, where he kissed you before flying somewhere else.

At night, alone in your bed, you'd spread out a gigantic screen. In this cinema of your dreams where you were the only spectator, you'd project to infinity the scene of your reunion.

And each time he came back to you, it was better than any of your dreams : your heart would suddenly be in flames, your head upside down, a void in the pit of your stomach. You'd live in weightlessness, heart trembling, not thinking clearly. You'd have new blood. You'd breathe only through him, because he delivered you from yourself. You'd be hungry for his skin, his lips, the smell of his hair. He had all the keys : from the door of heaven to the one of the underworld.

All your friends couldn't help but wonder : how was it possible that every day felt like the first day in your relationship ? It was quite simple, really. You loved him and he loved you. You loved him more and he loved you more.

Then why were you scared now ? Wasn't this baby the fruit of your love ?

This was also quite simple : you couldn't raise a child in his world.

So you lied. You told him you'd spend a few days at your friend's place ; she needed help. And he believed you, because why wouldn't he ?

Until he received your letter.

Darling,

No doubt there's only one chance in a million that you read this letter, I was always the one to deal with our mail after all. But that doesn't stop me from writing it with the crazy hope that you end up receiving during this day. Why not ? After all I read somewhere that NASA had sent messages to aliens in space, so...

I just wanted to tell you...

To tell you that my life is always full of you and that a thousand times a day, I send you my thoughts in the hope that they can reach you.

To tell you that without you I die slowly, because you're my real anchor.

To tell you that I have kept everything of us : our criss-crossings, our tangled breaths, our fails, our light, and that everything remains in me and contaminates me like an infection from which I refuse to heal.

To tell you that I tried to run away from you, but that everything brings me back to you. That since I am far from, I feel you more present than ever. We will never see each other again, so I'd like you to know that I don't regret anything. That the cruel bites of pain weight little facing the parenthesis of our love.

Maybe you remember that evening. The one we met. The night had just fallen, yet there was only one star in the sky. I was still in your arms when I showed it to you and confessed : "See that lonely star lost in paradise te vastness of the sky ? Well, that star is me." You looked at me and then you pointed to the sky and, as if by magic, another star lit up. So you said to me : "This one is me." For a few seconds, we were the only two stars in the sky of Tokyo. And deep down, I never wanted anything else : to know that there would always be someone with me.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I have to go now. I hope that one day you'll forgive me.

I'll always love you.

Y/n

He would never recover from this love. You had taken his light, his sap, his confidence. His days were empty, his life was dead. He just pretended. To smile, to listen, to answer questions. Every day, he waited for a sign, a gesture. He wanted you to rescue him from that black hole you left him in and tell him why.

Why did you abandon him ?

He lost hope after six years. Time, he knew it now, wouldn't heal anything. Time was only a window through which he could see his mistakes, for these seemed to be the only things he could clearly remember.

Your last words for your child were : "Hurry to live, hurry to love, because you never know how much time you have left on the counter. We always think we have time, but that's not true. One day we realize that we have crossed the point of no return, but then it's too late."

"What is the point of no return, mom ?"

You smiled, of course a 5 year-old kid couldn't understand that.

"The point of no return is the moment when we realize that we can no longer go back, the moment when we realize that we have passed our chance... It didn't matter for now, baby. But you need to remember this for when you're older. Alright, baby ?"

"Yes, mom."

You fought your tears.

"I love you, you know ?" you asked, your voice cracking a little. "I love you so so much. Please, always be happy, not sad. Even if I'm not here with you, I'll always be present in your little, little heart."

"But where are you going ?"

"Up there," you said pointing the sky.

"Up there like in space ?"

"Yeah," you chuckled in front of your child's excitement.

"And you'll still be able to see me ?"

"Of course ! I will look after you like your little luck star."

"Isn't this the work of angels ?"

Social services took your child before you passed away, as you asked them to. You wanted your last image to be a joyful one, in which you were awake and smiling. Even if it meant to die alone.

And in one last breath, you understood everything : that time didn't exist, that life was your only good, that you must not despise it, that you were all linked, and that the essential would always slip from everybody.

That morning, death's shadow had wings.

Later, every time he'd be asked what he was doing "at the exact moment it happened", he'd talk about work, torture, drugs...

But the truth was, that day, when it happened, he was thinking about you.

It was Sanzu who found out about your death and your son

When he told his boss, Manjiro had a hard time remembering you

He knew you played an important role in his life but why ?

He suddenly remembered two nights after

But he didn't cry

He already didn't feel anything anymore

Yet he did feel something towards your son :

Hatred

He didn't even know his son's name but he hated him

After all, he was the reason you left, wasn't he ?

He heard your kid was a perfect mix of you both ; he didn't want to see him

Manjiro never tried any form of contact with your son.

When he saw your daughter begging for her bread in the street, Ran was pretty sure they somehow were related

She looked too much like him not to

But he never thought she'd be his daughter

He didn't know what to do at first : keeping her or giving her back to the social services ?

Thinking of you, he decided to welcome her in his home that should've became hers as well

But "welcome" and "home" were big words for a pre-teen girl that felt out of place

He barely talked to her, barely saw her

The only times they'd see each other was at dinner time, the rare moments he'd actually be there

She grew up with money, food, a roof over her head, an education

But she never knew love since her mother died.

Haruchiyo found your daughter by pure luck

He was in one of those dark places Bonten would exchange drugs for money

That was when he saw her, she looked to much like you not to catch his attention

The child was trying to fight a man way stronger than her ; he probably was going to sell her

He discreetly followed them and when the man noticed, Haruchiyo quickly put his vest on her head so she wouldn't see what was about to happen

Even though he was sure she already saw things way worse

When he took back his jacket, he had moved her to another place

"Where are your parents ?"

"My mom died when I was 5."

"Your dad ?"

"Never saw him. But you have some of his features. I remember a picture I saw when mom was working. Those scars are not something you see everyday. It'd be pretty funny if you actually were my dad."

"What's your name ? And your mom's name ?"

"I'm Haruko. Mom named me this because she said I was the spring child. Isn't that pretty ? My mom's Y/n by the way." Before her father's surprise she added, "So you really are my dad, huh ?"

Haruchiyo cried for the first time in years, taking her in his arms

"Ah, I can't wait to tell mom I met you."

"What do you mean ?" he asked with panic

"I'm on my way up there, dad. I guess I can call you dad now," she said as she showed him her arm

He knew these marks : syringes, they probably tried to drug her so she wouldn't fight back but there were too many of them

"Can you hug me again ?" she asked and be complied

"Sorry mom, I'm coming sooner than expected. Dad, please, always be happy, not sad. Even if I'm not here with you, I'll always be present in your little, little heart," she cried, repeating her mother's words. "Dad, do you think I'll be a star or an angel ? Mom said that you used to call her angel but you also said she was a star."

"Maybe you and your mother will be something even brighter than the two of them combined, baby," he cried harder. "Haruko," he said between two sobs, "Will you watch over me with Y/n ?"

She beamed, "Of course ! We will look after you like your little luck starts. Or angels, 'cause after all it's their work, isn't it ?"

Ran couldn't bear to see his brother like that

Not that Rindou showed any emotion, no, but he knew his brother

That's why he looked for you all these years until he finally found you

Your death certificate, more precisely

He also found out about your daughter

Thinking it'd be a great thing for Rindou to know, he told him

Rindou decided to give it a chance so instead of going into a foster family, she went to him

But not matter how hard he tried, it was hard for both of them

Everything he tried to do was so awkward

How could a 5 year-old girl make him feel that way

He decided to send her back to the foster care after 3 months

Maybe you could be loved somewhere else.

Kakucho welcomed his son with open arms

He was ready to give everything he had for him

Even if it was hard for him, Kakucho really tried to bond with his kid, to show him that he loved him

Because he really did love him

And his son could feel it

The first few weeks were great, Kakucho would always make enough time for his son

But as much as he loved and cared about him, he couldn't tell why his eyes were always clouded

Maybe he'd open up about it one day ?

But that day never happened

As Kakucho found his son bathing in red water, arms bleeding, he understood :

Even if he welcomed him arms wide open, your son preferred going back to yours instead

Life must've been hard in the foster care.

He always knew he had a daughter, since you died

And he even saw her face

But Hajime didn't want to take care of her, he couldn't

Instead, he'd send her foster family a lot of money to take care of her

He'd also watch her grow from afar

But she wasn't dumb, she saw him and knew who he was from the very start, she wasn't his daughter for nothing

Plus, she looked more and more like him through the years after all

But she never said anything

When she was little, she'd believe he had only qualities and loved him blindly, even if she never talked to him

Later, she'd think she hates him because he wasn't as perfect as she imagined and he disappointed her

But ever later, now, she learned to accept his mistakes and flaws because she also had them

And maybe that's what becoming an adult was.

♡

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iznsfw · 3 years

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The Starry Night - Mobile Library

THIS MASTERLIST HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH THE LIBRARY OF CONSTELLATIONS AND WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED. PLEASE REFER TO THE LINK THAT UNDERLINES THIS TEXT TO ACCESS ALL MY STORIES.

IZ*ONE

Parallel Universe (fluff)

IZ Days of Christmas: Home for Christmas (fluff)

Eunbi

Oneiric Theater: The Oneiric Thief

Oneiric Theater: Film Shooting

Isles of the Blest

Midnight Moans

Fair Share

Competition

Technique

No Rest for The Wicked

Ask Drabble: Breed ft. BLΛƆKPIИK's Jisoo, Red Velvet's Joy

It Lives In The Woods

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolute Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. TWICE's Momo & Jihyo

Mission Accomplished

Remedy

Birthday Blues

The Debonair's Game (x Hyewon! xLE SSERAFIM's Sakura!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

IZ Days of Christmas & Dulce Periculum: [KWON-0927] “P-please be gentle!” Busty School Tutor Whimpers Cutely As You Go Down On Her Curvy Figure After A Rough Revising And Has Her Sensitive Nipples Played With! Never Gonna Fail An Exam Again!

i'm looking right at the other half of me (fluff, angst)

Dulce Periculum: In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt ft. Girls Generation's Taeyeon

Dulce Periculum: Predator & Prey ft. Red Velvet's Irene

Waterbombed

Home

Sakura

See LE SSERAFIM

Hyewon

Halloween Chainmail

First Aid

아름다운색

Don't Run With Scissors (x Noze) (F/F)

Do Not Disturb

The Debonair's Game (x Eunbi, ft. LE SSERAFIM's Sakura!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

IZ Days of Christmas: Mon Chef-D'oeuvre

Negotiation

Yena

Neko Ni Naritai

Duplicate ft. Yuri

Empty Stomach

Bias Wrecker ft. Yuri, LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Vacay Getaway

IZ Days of Christmas: The Last Day

Chaeyeon

Private Video

this is how an angel cums.mov

IZ Days of Christmas: Spectacles

Chaewon

See LE SSERAFIM

Minju

Express Moon (F/F) (x LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon)

Sex Education

Stress Relief

Long Ride Home

Academic Break

Water Under The Bridge

The Night Settles In

#BreedMinju

No Upper Hand (fluff)

IZ Days of Christmas: just how much are you willing to give for a dream that big?

Hitomi

Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition ft. Nako

Nako

Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition ft. Hitomi

Yuri

Red Dress

Duplicate ft. Yena

Bias Wrecker ft. Yena, LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Clever Getaways

Kinktober 2022: Circumstance

Ruinable (collab with kaedespicelatte)

Yujin

See IVE

Wonyoung

See IVE

æspa

Karina

Consequences

Winter

Backstage

WINTER-010101—"Before Class, I Bang My Naughty Girlfriend Against Her School Locker Until She Makes It Snow With Her Squirt! How Will I Explain This To My Teacher?!"

Billlie

Tsuki

Kinktober 2022: GingaMingaYo: ウサギ Mania

BLΛƆKPIИK

Jisoo

Ask Drabble: Anal, Breeding, Facefuck ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi and Red Velvet's Joy

Jennie

Sleepless

Rosé

The Flower Never Withers

Girls Generation/SNSD

Taeyeon

Feels Like Heaven, Feels Like Hell

Dulce Periculum: In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Dulce Periculum: Setup

IOI

Somi

Senior Year Isn't the Only Thing That's Hard ft. Momoland's Nancy

Apologies to the Moon

IVE

Gaeul

First Place

섬 참고 / First Act

Yujin

The Devil's Telephone

Wonyoung

IZ Days of Christmas: Even Princesses Cry Sometimes (fluff)

The Rabbit

Kep1er

Yujin

Kinktober 2022: Fuck First, Study Second

Xiaoting

This Too Shall Pass (fluff)

Risque

Adult Happy Meal

Day-Off

Chaehyun

Post-Debut Stress

LE SSERAFIM

Sakura

Deal with The Devil

Sugar Overload

Oneiric Theater: ヤバい: An Eye for an Eye

Kinktober 2022: Nightbloom

IZ Days of Christmas: Sweet Talking

The Debonair's Game (x IZ*ONE's Eunbi and Hyewon!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

Chaewon

Crybaby

Express Moon (x Minju) (F/F)

Edge of Heaven

viridity

Skirted Terror ft. LOONA's Gowon

Kinktober 2022: tonight doesn't count, (i promise)

IZ Days of Christmas: Fancam

Kazuha

Like a Feather From a Swan's Broken Wing

LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/Loossemble

Heejin

One Hop Ahead of You ft. woo!ah!'s Nana

Gowon

Skirted Terror ft. LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Olivia Hye/Son Hyeju

Drunken

Yeojin

Poolside Snack

Momoland

Nancy

Senior Year Isn't the Only Thing That's Hard ft. Jeon Somi

Red Velvet

Irene

Dulce Periculum: Predator & Prey ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Joy

Ask Drabble: Facefuck, Breeding, Anal - Joy, BLΛƆKPIИK's Jisoo & IZ*ONE's Eunbi

TWICE

Nayeon

Up and Down

Momo

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolutely Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. Jihyo, & IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Jihyo

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolutely Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. Momo, IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Kinktober 2022: Twice-in-A-Lifetime Opportunity

Tzuyu

above the law, (under you)

woo!ah!

Nana

One Hop Ahead Of You ft. ARTMS' Heejin

WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Seola

Field Trip

Series

Oneiric Theater (discontinued)

You came to this place expecting a good film. What you did not expect was your own life and dreams on it being played in front of you, and an arrogant but pretty directress who quickly becomes your (im)mortal enemy.

Kinktober 2022

Weekly releases for Kinktober 2022!

IZ Days of Christmas

In the spirit of giving, a fic is released in the first 12 days of December for each IZ*ONE member.

Dulce Periculum

When you finally make a move on Kwon Eunbi, the pretty valedictorian, a butterfly effect of sex, love, and scandal with the rest of your teachers and classmates takes place, and you can't find your way out.

IZ Days of Christmas 2023

#masterlist #kpop smut #izone smut #aespa smut #wjsn smut #loona smut #blackpink smut #kep1er fluff #twice smut #red velvet smut #kep1er smut #ive smut #le sserafim smut #lesserafim smut #kepler fluff #kepler smut #ive fluff #woo!ah! smut #woo ah smut

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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Masterlist~

Italic = Drafted

Underlined/Bold = Done (with link)

Normal = Soon to be started

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Little Nightmares - 2/2

The unwanted answer

Mono X Six - “Roles Reversed”

Naruto - 5/10

Kabuto X Shy! Reader - "Oppsites Attract"

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

Kabuto and Child! Reader - "Shihaikigo"

Sasuke X Reader - "Sorry, Sakura"

Gaara X Innocent! Reader - "Hellfire"

Kakashi X Uchiha! Reader - "Just like Itachi"

Shikamaru X Tired! Reader - "You're worse than me"

Reader as friends with Oro and Kabuto headcannons

Yandere Itachi X Reader

Orochimaru X Reader “A Little piece of Heaven” Imagine

My Hero Academia - 5

Aizawa X Villain! Reader - "Oof"

Villain! Aizawa X Reader - "Mega Oof"

Present Mic X Reader - "I'm dying inside"

AOT AU, Reader X...: Aizawa, Bakubro, Kirishima, Denki, etc

Denki X Deaf! Blind! Reader

One Punch Man - 1/6

Saitama X Demon! Reader - "One Punch"

Saitama X Hero! Reader

Saitama X Sonic's sister! Reader

Genos X Cyborg! Reader

Genos X Saitama's sister! Reader - "If you hurt her, I'll kill you owo"

Saitama X Reader - "Hero"

Death Note - 3/3

Light X Reader - Betrayal: Part 1, Part 2

Light Comforting Reader

Hunter X Hunter - 1

Hisoka X Numb! Reader - "No fun :("

Disney - 4

Young! Claude Frollo X Reader - "Hellfire"

Humanoid! Scar X Reader - "Be Prepared"

Jafar X Reader

Shan Yu X Hun! Reader

Mortal Kombat - 17/23

Kano X Reader - "Unfaithful"

Hanzo Hisashi X Reader Imagines

Subzero and Child Reader, X Innocent Reader

Hanzo Hisashi X Innocent! Reader

Shang Tsung X Goddess! Reader - “Offering”

Quan Chi X Reader - “His Daughter’s Diary”

Fujin X Reader

MK Villain Imagines- Part 1, Part 2

Kabal X Reader

White Lotus X Angel Child! Reader

Reptile X Reader Angst

Kronika X GN Reader headcannons

Shitty Erron Black X Innocent! Reader headcannons

Kung Lao X Reader Prompt 23

Kitana X Reader Prompt 23

Baraka X Innocent! Reader

Quan Chi X Reader - Shitty Headcannons

Mortal Kombat Villians hearing/fighting their kid, opening scenes- Part 1,

Part 2 ^

Erron Black X Reader - “You’re gonna be a daddy”

Reptile X Reader

D’Vorah X Fem! Reader Headcannons

Raiden with S/O who died… :(

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets - 2/4

Ticci Toby X Reader

Masky X Reader - "Suffocated"

Jeff the Killer X Reader - "Snowing"

Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind - Intro, Cha1, Cha 2, Cha 3, Cha 4, Cha 5, Cha

Slashers - 2/8

Michael Myers X Short! Reader: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Michael Myers X Nurse! Reader - "Addition"

Michael Myers X Murderer! Reader - "Card of Death": Part 1, Part 2

Michael Myers and Child Reader ANGST - Remastered

Jason X Child! Reader X Michael Myers - Remaster of PT1, Pt2

Predator reacting to his ooman with dyed hair and normal ripped clothes

Billy Loomis X Reader

Brahms X Reader

Happy Tree Friends - 2

Human! Flippy X Reader - "Wholesome Vibes"

Human! Fliqpy X Reader - "Not-so Wholesome Vibes"

Undertale - 2/8

Ink X Reader - "Another Unfinished Project"

Error X Reader - "Another Waste of Space"

Dust X Reader - "Defensive Fighting only"

Underfell Sans X Tired! Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Frisk X Genocidal! Reader - "Just as Bad"

Chara X Neutral! Reader - "Not so Bad"

Ariel X Genocidal! Reader - "I'm not your best friend"

Underfell Sans X Reader - "Brompton Cocktail"

Yandere Simulator - 4

Kaga X Reader

Umeji X Reader - "Two Sides of the Same Coin"

Gema X Weeb! Reader - "Why are you interupting me!"

Budo Masuta X Delinquent! Reader

Obey Me! - 3

Mammon X Reader

Asmodues X Reader

Beezelbub X Reader

Potential Series' - 4

AU where Itachi and Sasuke switch roles, and Sasuke abandons Sarada for Itachi to raise as he's going blind

Kabuto, Reader, and Orochimaru as friends going on multiple fights

Reader is thrown into a cliche fanfiction about her favorite anime and only speaks English, so she has to learn Japanese while trying to survive basically on her own

My OCs X CCs...Shang Tsung, Kabuto, and Aizawa are best bois....

Oneshots that don't fit into a category (or isn't an X Reader) - 4

L u n a X S o m b r a

Golden Freddy X Marionette

Foxy X Toy Chica (fight me)

Shadow Freddy X Marionette

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 3 years

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she - a close reading

she is the second major theme of the album on full blast. gender all the way. this song means a lot a lot a lot to me, and to many of you i'm sure, as it's one full of recognition and understanding and an unbelievable asset to the trans community as a non-judgmental perspective on our experience.

this is a loooong post, so the synthesis comes after the break <3

a narrator starts off:

Nine in the morning, the man drops his kids off at school

And he's thinking of you, like all of us do

who is “us”? all humans? the people observing the man’s narrative ⟶ people judging? all personas of the narrator?

who is “you”? is it “she”? - narrator mentions “he,” “you” (only this once) and “she”

could be very meta: he’s thinking “who are you?” like so many people ask themselves

Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon

Around 1:32, like he knows what to do

successful businessperson with an assistant playing a role: “that’s just what you do, I guess. send your assistant out for coffee, like sometime after noon… idk”

oddly specific time - purely a style thing (～ Bukowski, a huge inspiration for Harry ～ only angel) + boredom: the man staring at the clock, watching the minutes tick by, desperate to choose a non-specific time for coffee to appear nonchalant (this might be me projecting how i overthink but harry’s anxiety-riddled ass does this too so i’m in the clear)

She, she lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see, and I don't know why

I don't know who she is

everything about the chorus is interesting!!!!

sung in falsetto!

switch from 3rd-person to 1st: “me”, the singer, in falsetto, is “the man” singing

“lives in daydreams with me”: not “in/of my dreams” ⟶ she lives with him, she’s present in his thoughts, whenever they wander she’s there

“first one that i see” ⟶ in the mirror? before seeing “the man”?

“i don’t know why”: confusion, bc it’s not attraction or love

“i don’t know who she is”: where is she coming from? who the hell is she? - biggest pointer that this is not about a man having daydreams about a mistress or having an affair: the man has never seen her before, she’s part of his unconsciousness

He takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away

And not telling his mates

He wouldn't know what to say

escaping his life sounds very appealing. even disappearing without a trace sometimes seems better than his boring pretend life

a simple case of adultery would be pretty easy to explain, especially to a bunch of “mates” - it’s something very different

keeping it all to himself

She, she lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see, and I don't know why

I don't know who she is

She, she's the first one that I see

She lives in daydreams with me, and I don't know why

I don't know where she is

further sign that it’s not about a woman the man knows

Lives for the memory

the man is living a life for other people’s memories

lives to feel her in his memory

A woman who's just in his head

LITERALLY there. she’s in his head, this is not a story about adultery or any kind of relationship

And she sleeps in his bed

While he plays pretend

So pretend

“she” IS him. where he sleeps, the first one he sees, it’s her there. only when he walks out the door is when it’s him. and it’s all pretend

she = he/me

[the sexiest Guitar Solo in today’s music]

SYNTHESIS

First of all, the sound of She. Whenever Harry writes a song specifically about a woman, he likes to make the sound sexy, sultry, devious (Only Angel, Woman, Kiwi) and I interpret this as Harry linking interactions he has had with women irl with deceit, jealousy and alcohol/nightlife, as well as most of Harry's intense (first) experiences with she/her when intoxicated. This is what I hear when I listen to Only Angel as well as Fine Line, "We'll get the drinks in, and I'll get to thinking of her." And that quote from Rolling Stone only underlines that thought. (More about this below)

Yes, I am cutting right to the chase here: this song is about gender. There really is no way to interpret this song as being about a businessman and his adulterous ways and have it make sense. He doesn't know who or where she is? But she's his mistress? No, that doesn't add up. The lyrics build up to it slowly at first, the first little hint being that she lives "with" the man "in his daydreams." The chorus, from then on, makes it pretty damn obvious, though. This "she" is the first thing the man sees even though he doesn't know who she is. Is it the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror? Is it the first thing he sees when he thinks of himself? Either way, if "she" is the very first thing on this person's mind, identified very poignantly as "the man," we can safely theorise that this main character is dealing with some unidentified gender issues. The chorus being sung in first person, so as if "the man" is singing, in falsetto on top of that, points another big arrow in the direction of gender ambiguity. The lonely “you” in the second line is a bit strange, since the narrator of the song uses “she” in all other cases when mentioning the woman and “him” when mentioning the man. Is it the woman? Is it the man’s lover, somehow, even though they’re then never mentioned again? Is it just to make the rhyme work? We'll probably never know and that's okay. If any of you have thoughts, I would love to hear them!!

Verse 2 takes the story a bit further, featuring "the man" and his imagination again, which is where he seems to spend a lot of his time. His daydreams feature him sailing away without a word to his "mates." A partner isn’t mentioned, so either this character doesn't have one or doesn't really care about them since I think you’d want to (not) tell your partner about you sailing off before some mated who don’t appear to understand. The use of "mates" also seems explicitly cishet to me; the man and his mates, ready in front of the tv to watch the game, etc. But these "mates" are clearly not actual friends, since the man doesn't know what he would say to them to try to explain what's going on in his head. Again, this supports the idea that this song isn't about something simple like a businessman cheating. The man imagining disappearing without a trace also says a lot about how unsatisfied he is with his current life. He has an assistant, he has a boat, he even has kids, so somehow he has achieved things professionally, that have made him wealthy, and personally, since he did manage to have children, but still his thoughts take him elsewhere every chance he gets.

With the second chorus, we get even more confirmation that this "she" is a totally unknown: "I don't know where she is." So, perhaps, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t sail to find her.

Then: the bridge. Every single word here is important. "Lives for the memory" is an interesting line to me. Who lives for the memory? Lives for what memory? Does the man live for the memory of the woman? Does the man live for the memory others have of him (aka not for himself)? Does the man live his life like he’s supposed to so the memory of him doesn’t get ruined for others? Does the man only live/want to be awake, because "she" is always there in his head?

The first option, that the man purely lives for a memory he has of a woman, doesn't hold up after the line that directly follows: "a woman who's just in his head." The woman is stuck in his head, is a figment of his imagination. And the woman is not just stuck in his head or his daydreams; she also sleeps in his bed, as told by the third line. The home run is served to us by the fourth line in the bridge: "while he plays pretend."

This man, who fantasises about dropping everything in life without telling anyone, lives solely for the imaginary woman that exists inside of him. The successful professional life does nothing to him, that's all just pretend. What's real is she. In his (day)dreams, he would even sail away from his kids which is so unbelievably sad, that’s how fake/false/unreal his life feels to him. It’s not his.

She is who he is when he’s not paying attention. When he’s asleep, it’s “she.” When he’s groggy in the morning, just waking up, it’s “she.” When he’s taking his kids to school, it’s “she.” When he lets his mind wander during his daydreams, it’s “she.” She’s familiar, yet he doesn’t know what it means. All he wants to do is escape, albeit through reveries, and keep her close. It hasn’t clicked that he might not be a “he” at all.

This story is told by a narrator, obviously written and sung by Harry. This is close to him. The chorus is in first person, making those near-desperate cries even more personal. After Lights Up and the general theme of personal growth on the album, this is not some randomly chosen story that has no meaning. Harry is telling us a story about himself. The “you” at the beginning of the song could be Harry, mentioning someone close and familiar to him, like the “she” in his head. The "she" he sees when he looks in the mirror, when he asks "do you know who you are?" That shot from the director's cut of Lights Up wasn't random: Harry standing in front of a mirror, in a dress, was deliberately shown to us. On multiple occasions, like in his Rolling Stone interview, we have received snippets of information that form the picture of Harry as one instinctively identifying as a woman. Is this just at times, or all the time, we'll probably never know - maybe that's something Harry doesn't and won't ever know, either. The man's narrative in this song is one eerily close to Harry's, in terms of having to play pretend in a successful professional setting. The quote here also illustrates how Harry gravitates towards dresses and other traditionally "feminine" things and behavior. A bit of alcohol and Harry lets that loose, for all to see (Only Angel, Fine Line).

Like the time Styles ended up drunk and wet from the ocean, toasting everybody, wearing a dress he’d traded with someone’s girlfriend. “I don’t remember the toast,” he says, “but I remember the feeling.”

The final song on this album, Fine Line, ties this together nicely, and I will certainly delve deeper into that when we get there. She is a trans narrative that is on an album defined by Harry as one about blurring lines, which is also something he's said about his own appearance and expression. It ties in closely to whatever he wants to say with this entire work, no matter how literal the song aligns with his experience. Harry is someone who places himself and his art in a movement that aims to blur gender distinctions. He feels free when limitations around gender fall away.

“Many borders are falling—in fashion, but also in music, films, and art,” Styles declares with excitement. “I don’t think people are still looking for this gender differentiation. Even if the masculine and feminine exist, their limits are the subject of a game. We no longer need to be this or that. I think now, people are just trying to be good. In fashion and other fields, these parameters are no longer as strict as before, and it gives rise to great freedom. It’s stimulating.” - l’Officiel 2019

Harry’s friends refer to him with different pronouns, he knows of and acknowledges the existence of non-binary genders, his stylist Harry Lambert calls him (Angel) Sue (literally as i was writing this lambert posted a new one ft the caption), his stylist Harris Reed is non-binary and continuously dresses Harry in genderfluid creations, he’s part of Stevie Nicks’ coven-like circle of only women, wears gender non-conforming fashion whenever he gets the chance, poses as a ballerina or a mermaid, has a mermaid tattoo and says it’s bc he is one (which places him right in the trans community), identifies with women/female characters, is obsessed with pregnancy, covered a song about wanting to be a(nother) woman, put the trans flag and colors of the non-binary flag in his album (cover) art, dances in his latest music video with his double who (currently) identifies as a woman and who takes the lead and so so so much more, which you can find a lot of in this masterpost.

This is not in any way an attempt to force an identity onto Harry. What I am doing, is placing the evidence before us all to assess how this person has been shoving all of this in our faces for years now. To recognise that he has placed himself within the trans community again and again. And no, don’t think this is not deliberate. Harry displays a deep knowledge of the queer community in the littlest things like it’s compulsive which makes sense since he is queer and thus can’t stop queer coding and signalling. In terms of his own identity, he's still questioning a lot on this album, and that's probably something that'll never change, and that's okay.

So.

Harry, at the very least, has a “she” who lives in daydreams with him (or whatever their preferred pronouns may be).

(gif sources: x x x)

read my other lyric analyses here

#she analysis #fine line analysis #do i cry listening to this sometimes?#yes #was this post hard to write? also yes #angel sue #fine line is about gender yes it is #harry screams about gender all the time but is subtle enough about it so the gp doesnt ask any annoying questions #bc we all know how harry answers questions that come a little to close to the truth #cause of death: fine line #did i have an anxiety attack today bc this hits too close to home? yes #bc i want to get this right? yes #will i go cry now? yes #lp #lyric analysis #BYE TIME TO CRY

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duchessonfire · 2 years

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Let me tell you why I love Dr Christina Raynor's portrayal in TF&TWS

First, let me preface this by saying I am here talking about Dr Raynor as a character in a work of fiction and the originality of her portrayal as a narrative tool, not at Dr Raynor as if she were a real doctor (but more on that down below).

I have never been in therapy myself, but I've been raised by mental healthcare providers: my dad is a psychiatrist, my mother worked as a nurse in a psychiatric hospital (that's where they met, romantic right?), my sister and her husband are both therapists.

My parents are both retired now, but let me tell you, growing up in that sort of family is certainly interesting and it has generally affected my perception of how mental healthcare providers are depicted in fiction.

My general experience is that the depiction of therapists/psychiatrists in mainstream fiction can be divided into two archetypes (and here I wish I could say I was exaggerating, but unfortunately, I don't even have to): the nice woman who will smile softly as you speak and only intervene to ask you meaningful questions/give insightful advice or, at the other end of the spectrum, the old and devious man who will make you feel worse than when you came in (no hate on Hannibal Lecter, I love him).

The first trope is especially prevalent in my main fandom, Marvel and more precisely Stucky. Usually, the therapist character is used as a narrative tool signaling that Bucky and/or Steve as working through their shit and, surprise, surprise, they are often seeing very nice female characters who let them take their time and don't prod them too much, just enough to help them move forward. Unfortunately, this trope is also often applied to the character of Sam Wilson who is sometimes reduced to an "emotional support character" to Steve and/or Bucky.

So here is my two cents on this take: therapists/psychiatrists are real persons with real flaws, and just because they lose their patience once in a while doesn't automatically put them in the "psycho/toxic doctor" box.

My parents are mental healthcare providers and even though they are good at their job, they annoy the shit out of me sometimes and let me tell you, I can also annoy the shit out of them. We argue, we fight, sometimes we scream at each other. And that's perfectly fine because we are all people.

This is why seeing Dr. Raynor's character was so refreshing. Here is a real character, with several sides to her, and not just a patsy of what therapy would look like in an ideal world. She gets impatient, she snaps at Bucky, she rolls her eyes at him and tells him when he's feeding her bullshit. Again, I'm not taking about the effectiveness of this approach but I'm underlining the originality of this portrayal in a work of fiction.

I know people in the fandom have issues with her because "her methods are questionable" but if you are going to take her fictional character and judge her as you would a real doctor, let me remind you that her patient is a +100yo former POW from WW2-turned assassin-turned avenger superhero who was just snapped out of existence for five years. So... yeah... I think we can cut her some slack and say that she's sort of being innovative in her healing process.

I fucking love the depiction of Christina Raynor because it treats her as a normal character, not as a healing angel or a villain, but just as a realistic woman and shout out the actress playing her. I encourage all fan-content creators to remember that your fictional mental healthcare providers can be made as three-dimensional characters with bad tempers and flaws and I will read the shit out of it.

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years

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Aaalright. I finally had time to read your new CI snippet, I waited the entire day and now, finally, I did it. In the wise words of Kristen Wiig: Hello Julia aka Hallelujah.

But anyway.

I L O V E D it.

I like a little bit of possessiveness or jealousy (expect when is definitely too much) and CI Clexa are perfect for this dynamic in my opinion.

And even though Clarke is a little shit that loves to provoke Lexa, you can definitely see how much she loves her and she obviously ignores everyone else.

It's a little game, a game that Lexa lose every time it seems 😁 but I don't think she is sad for it and as you said in other occasions, she shows her affection with her actions so they balance each other. They are super cute. Super lethal but super cute.

After this plethora I had a question though.

I was rereading - because I fell in the loop of reading all the previous snippets again - the one in which Clarke and Lexa confront Hellen and the one in which Clarke tries to comfort Lexa because is her dad's anniversary.

So, two things:

1. In Clexa vs Hellen's snippet I never noticed that you compare Lexa's grace to angels' grace. Eheheh I very much appreciated it. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but nice. 😏

2. In Gus' anniversary snippet, Lexa said that Hellen doesn't give a damn about Lexa's dad anniversary (in fact Hellen and Jake are on holiday that day) so for years it was just Lexa and her mourning and she doesn't want to do anything (or at least is what I perceived) and Clarke is the first person that tried to help her get through that day. So, my question is: in the distant future, maybe when they are even married, what does Clarke on that specific day to help Lexa and what does Lexa to help Clarke when she feels nostalgic of her mom if she does? Because I understand that they have this kind of special connection (and you are so good in underline it in every snippet) where they actually understand each other without telling much, sometimes they understand each other way before the other one reach the point.

Sorry. It's a long message in a not very clear English, but... I hope is readable enough. 😂

💕💕💕

Thank you, I loved this so much 🥺 I'm really glad you're liking it and yeah you totally see them. Cute, but lethal lol

And don't apologize! Your English is great and long comments/messages are a writer's lifeblood 😩

Putting this under the cut cuz it's a longer answer than I thought

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As for your question, when it comes to her dad's anniversary, Lexa has a tendency to become melancholic. Clarke always notices she gets a little quiet on the days leading up and does her best just to be there. Not imposing, just present. She knows Lexa needs time and silence sometimes to collect her feelings and be alone in her thoughts. Needs time to remember her dad and allow herself to miss him rather than giving in to the impulse to try to be strong and grit her jaw through it. Clarke would be the type to compile all the pictures of him she can find over the years. Secretly harass all the employees of the company who worked with him from before Lexa was even born, track down old school friends and classmates and photos from yearbooks and get them framed. Take pictures of him and baby Lexa, from their first picture together with her little chunky butt swaddled in his huge arms, to every birthday and family vacation thereafter, and make a whole new album just for her. One a lot less tainted with the sour notes of Hellen.

On the actual day I think she'd plan things for them to do in the afternoon and evening. Lexa likes to go into work in the morning because that's her father's legacy. She's proud of it and she knows a lot of those people miss him too. She may be a bitch but she's loyal to them for his sake. But the afternoons and evenings are them at home. It's an unspoken thing that they just spend it together. Reading, drawing, watching a movie, eating a ridiculously expensive dinner they had delivered from a place that Does Not Do Deliveries. Lexa once told her Gus always said important days are meant for family, chosen or otherwise, but they're meant to be spent with those you hold dearest. And they're each other's family now. So Clarke plans exactly that.

Clarke and her mom is a lot trickier territory. Because Clarke genuinely kinda fucking hates Abby for what she did. There's hurt there of course but Clarke's been through a lot (and I mean a lot) of therapy to help her accept that it wasn't her fault. But she's also fucked up enough that she just turned all that energy into sending an eternal Fuck Youuuuu out into the universe to wherever Abby may happen to be. I think the only times Lexa really feels the need to ever do much is when something triggers those buried resentments and hurt. In one of the snippets cooling its heels in my drafts actually has Lexa accidentally triggering it herself 😬. But it could be anything, really. Usually it surprises Clarke as much as anyone. Seeing a mom and daughter at luncheon that reminds her of when her mom would take her to these things. A movie when a parent calls their daughter 'princess'. Randomly getting a piece of gossip that somehow winds itself back to Abby's circle of elite on the West coast.

Then it's more about distracting Clarke. Not letting her go down the spiral of thinking she'll be abandoned by everyone. Remind her that she's wanted. Yearned for. Needed. Irreplaceable. It's a process of slowly drowning out those fears with the truth of how much Clarke is loved. Clarke would rather throw herself into traffic than admit that the whole Abby thing still hurts, and Lexa respects her boundaries on that subject after they're together. So Lexa knows she'll never be able to fix those feelings, just like Clarke can't fix Lexa's, but she's always there with her quiet steadiness and devotion. Her own whispered pet names and wordless touches that Clarke seems to crave in those moments.

#anon #cruel intentions au

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nonbinary-enderman · 3 years

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proof/full sequence of events/full context from this post bc i wanna be thorough or something idk. under a read more because it's a ton of images, and i tried to include image descriptions for them, so it's very long.

link to the reddit post that spawned bingus

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A cropped reblog of the above post by Tumblr user flyingfish1234. It reads "What the shit does this mean /lh".

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Two cropped screenshots of a reddit post in r/The Adventure Zone by user StarKeaton, with their username underlined. The first screenshot includes the title, "FINAL Graduation Character List!" and the visible text reads "Here it is everyone, the ninth and final character list for The Adventure Zone: Graduation."

The second screenshot is a single bullet point which reads "bingus (they/them): Hairless tabaxi with huge, beautiful eyes. They are very nice, and friendly, and help the thundermen on their quest to destroy the heroic oversight guild. They carry a enormous bastard greatsword (enchanted) and also are the worlds greatest swordsman, and also secretly an angelic vampire. Travis has clarified on twitter that their name is spelled in all lowercase. And if you cant tell i just made this character up completely because i got bored and i wanted to." The first word and the last sentence are underlined.

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Four screenshots of a Tumblr reply from user nonbinary-enderman. Altogether, they read "oh my god this is. so much. hi i'm OP's main blog, penis smp refers to a phenomenon created by tumblr's dream smp community, based off of a post someone made mocking us. they made a post somewhat along the lines of "dsmp fans will see something completely random and be like "omg this is just like shittyfartbaby69 and penisunavailable during the electric chair scene"". that post soon spread into dsmp fan circles, where dsmp fans started playing off the joke by making up plot ideas for the characters mentioned under the name "penis smp." it basically snowballed from there, and at some points "penis smp" was trending on tumblr fairly high. if you search "penis smp" on tumblr there's a fair chance there'll be some kind of better explanation".

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#mcyt #dsmp #psmp #vwoop

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red---ocean · 2 years

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*General Search Thread*

Thanks for coming to my thread! My name is Danielle but you can call me Dani if it's better for ya. I'm 19 so of course, the types of roleplays I do can do spread across multiple genres- Both PG-13 and not.

I've been roleplaying online for almost three years now but I've done tabletop roleplaying (D&D) for twice as long so I'd say that I'm pretty experienced at this. I can write anything from plain one-liners to detailed ten-paragraph responses if I'm given enough info and such to work off of someone else's post. I don't have any preference for it either so whatever way you like to write, I can easily adjust to it. I also roleplay a wide variety of different genres such as adventure, fantasy, slice of life, realistic, supernatural, and too many more for me to think up off the top of my head! I also don't mind platonic or romantic relationships between characters. (+18 themes are welcome as well but of course, I'd prefer to talk that part out if it's something you want to include in the rp) I also prefer to play female OCs. Even if my characters can be rude or hard-headed, they will almost always be submissive. The harder to control ones being nothing more than submissive brats.

There are a few pairings below! The roles underlined being the parts that I'd prefer to play but I'm not limited to just these! If you happen to have a plot idea then let me know, I won't bite! {This will be updated as time goes by } -Possible Pairings-

Badboy x GoodGirl Human x Vampire Demon x Angel Nerd x Jock Bodyguard x Celebrity Furry x Human Demon x Human Waitress x Regular Neko x Human

-Plot Ideas-

Spoiler: Ideas!*An Unpredictable Match* M/F

Muse A, was a shy and sweet girl, who's never had any romantic relations. Muse B, was what you'd call a player, and a bit rude too. One night, Muse A caught Muse B's interest. So when he gets the chance to, he talks to her, and the two advance from there.

*Enemies to Lovers* M/F

Both Muse A and Muse B, two people who have been known to have an obvious dislike towards the other have found out that they were roommates stuck sharing the same home. After the usual arguing and cold looks, the two eventually learn to live together and even become fond of each other.

*Old Friends* M/F

Our characters who knew each other in their late high school years as close friends catch each other in the same cafe and the two start to catch up. After hitting it off the two then plan another hangout where they rekindle more than an old friendship.

*Fated Meeting* M/F

Coming from a rather wealthy family that was well-known among her people, my character is the only child of her parents which also meant that everyone had their eyes on her. The very moment she turned eighteen her parents attempted to marry her off but due to her unwavering stubbornness, sharp-tongue, and bold (almost sassy) attitude, nearly every one of her suitors turned away.

Just when her parents had given up hope for marriage, a new person stepped up. A certain someone who claimed to have the skill to deal with her and not only that but he was loaded. Leaping at this last chance, they didn't hesitate to send her away to meet her groom-to-be. However, during one of the many stops taken to replenish supplies, she managed to slip past the watchful eyes of her escorts and into a nearby town where she'd then be approached by a visiting man who later earns her interest.

Over time, the two manage to build a relationship of their own as she continues to evade her caretakers who are still on the look for her; Only to learn that the man she ran with, was the same one she was meant to marry. That's all I got so far but let me know if you have something else in mind. I'd be glad to try out your ideas as well.

#roleplay request #18+#L4M #orignal character #private roleplay #oc rp

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os-hyoideum · 3 years

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the wh*res are fighting 19 (one-shot)

Part 19: THE DATE

Previous - here - Next

masterlist

(this, perhaps, can be read seperately, so if you you wanna check it out, but nit the SMAU, then go on 😉)

a/n: Ok, it took me a long time, but I had a lot of uni work and it's also almost 5k words 🙃 Like, I can pull the standard SMAU texts out of my ass in an hour sometimes, but this? Nah-ah, I like writing, but I'm mostly slow. (but I will write out the ending too) Since the format is different, I'm putting content warnings on this (outside of the ones on the matserlist). Again, it's an AU so I will write Touya as bitchy or soft as I please, and I take no criticism for it 💅 (now watch me destroy them after some nice time - if you see this no you don't)

THE SHOT IS UNDER THE CAT

WORDCOUNT: 4878

CONTENT: hero!AU (Dabi/Touya is a hero), OOC, Y/N is awkward at feelings (cringe), lack of safety equipment (sledgehammers), romantic arson (just a bit), cursing, tatted up/pierced Touya, Touya rides motorcycle

I really hope you gonna enjoy it, cause I enjoyed writing it and I think it's alright!

You looked up from your phone to see the place where you were to meet Touya. As a first part of his date plan, he invited you to a small café that looked almost like a bookshop from outside. On the windows hung colorful fairy lights (although turned off, due to it being bright outside) and some handmade paper decorations. It truly was a nice place, but quite an unusual choice, considering it was Touya who chose it; a bit too wholesome perhaps, but who were you to judge.

After making sure that the address you arrived at was the correct one, you stopped under a tree to get some shade from the warm sun rays. You started to look around, seeing people, some of them in a rush, some enjoying the nice weather, while leisurely walking to their mysterious destinations. Unfortunately, one face was oddly familiar. Standing on the opposite side of the road was an ordinary looking man in dark clothing. Looking straight into your eyes, he moved towards the crosswalk and, in a very relaxed manner, directed his steps towards you.

You tensed up, ready for anything. It wasn't a good omen to see him right there, right now. He was sent there as a warning and it was apparent in his intense gaze and every little calculated move. Also, because you knew how the gods' machine works.

After barely a few seconds, the unnamed man stopped right in front of you, leaving precisely one and a half meter of space between your bodies. Perfectly straight back, relaxed face features, hands in sight. It didn't seem as though he was there to attack or cause trouble (any bigger than his presence alone already was), but you knew better than to let your guard down. Staring him down, you waited patiently for his words.

“Hello, number Four,” he said with a slight underline of contempt in his voice.

“What do you want?” You looked around to check if any unwanted attention was on you two. It wasn’t really necessary considering both of you looked like ordinary civilians, but, at the end of the day, it’s better to be aware of one’s surroundings.

The man shifted his weight slightly, taking half a step closer.

“You know your little paradise won’t last long.” He exclaimed and smiled cynically. “Or have you, perhaps, forgotten?”

“Fuck off.” With a cold voice and a cold gaze, you ended the short exchange. The man did not move, however. He stood, still with an annoyingly straight back, in front of you and looked both harmless and ready to leap at you, had he deemed it necessary.

The stare off was short lived. A few seconds later you felt a presence coming from behind you and the man was pushed away by Touya, who came just in time to hear the end of your conversation. He looked a bit concerned, but stared at the mysterious person with a hard gaze and little bit of blue flame coming from the corners of his mouth.

“She told you to fuck off, so go and scurry away.”

Unbothered, the man didn’t pay any attention to this sudden event. He seemed even amused by it to some extent.

“I see you got yourself-” he glanced quickly towards Touya, who stood right next to you “a dog.”

Already annoyed before by the sheer presence of this man, now you felt your blood boil. WIthout thinking much, you leapt towards him and harshly grabbed the collar of his shirt. You heard someone close-by whisper with a scared voice, but you paid no mind to it.

“Fuck. Off.” You started, accentuating the words and putting as much venom into them, as you could muster. “Go and crawl at their feet like the pathetic nobody that you are.”

You saw a change in his eyes. No longer emotionless, he seemed irritated, which filled you with a bit of sadistic pride. He forcefully pulled your hands away and shoved you back. Then brushed his shirt like nothing happened and, just before turning around and going away said:

“You are the same. Everyone who touches the Olymp is.”

Finally alone with your still-just-a-friend, you turned around to face him. Having brushed off the encounter, you smiled at Touya, first a little fake, but seeing him made you happy enough to be genuine after just barely a second. On the other hand though, he still seemed rather concerned with the strange turn of events.

“Who was that?”

“He’s a colleague... from work.” Your answer didn’t lessen Touya’s worry. His brows furrowed, while he decided to press a bit more.

“From work? He’s… a hero?”

You stood right in front of him and lifted your arm, putting the thumb between his brows, watching him relax slightly, as you caressed the crease in his skin.

“From before.” It was a diplomatic answer, both a lie and a truth. You knew Touya wasn’t stupid and would get to the truth sooner or later, but for now he seemed to let it go, so you changed the topic. “So, I must ask. Why… a cafe? I would be more inclined to think you’d take me to a boxing ring or something.”

Touya smiled at your teasing tone, but did not answer. He just turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the place. He stopped and held the door for you, still standing next to the tree, a few meters away.

“You coming?”

You looked at him unamused by his lack of answer, but went inside. It was pretty and cozy, which didn’t match with his more edgy vibe, but you just brushed it off and sat down on a plush armchair in the corner. You put your elbows on the table and propped your head on your palms, looking as Touya took his jacket off and threw it on the back of his chair. You started to closely admire the tattoos adorning both of his arms, from the hands to his shoulders (and even further, as you already knew).

“Both your tattoo and hand kink are showing, baby.”

He sat down and looked at you with a teasing glint in his beautiful eyes. You leaned back, crossed one of your legs over the other and put your arms up, in a gesture of surrender, but then looked at him accusingly.

“That’s not my fault that you’re a harlot. You’re basically putting yourself on display for me, so really, it’s on you. You whore.”

“You got me, but it’s only for you.”

Touya laughed then and stood up to buy you both a coffee. You sat still, waiting and looking around. When your eyes landed on the discarded jacked, you stood up to take it. A simple black jean jacket, quite thin to be suitable for the warm weather. Holding it by the collar, you brought it closer to your face and inhaled the smell of the perfume lingering on the fabric. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t too strong and you had to admit it was one of the best smells you knew, especially with the mix of natural scent of Touya’s body.

The owner of the jacket came back with the drinks a few minutes later and saw you with the piece of clothing.

“A little thief today, are we?”

You took one last whiff of the jacket and put it down.

“It smells nice. Maybe I should buy this perfume for myself.”

Touya looked up from his coffee.

“You want my perfume?”

“As I said - it’s nice.” You shrugged and saw him smirk.

“I can give you mine if you want to smell like me so badly.”

“Hmm…” You hummed and leaned forward a bit, “Well, I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

You took your cup and started to slowly drink, while looking into Touya’s eyes. Something in them made you feel strange, perhaps it was the softness with which he took you in.

When sunshine fell on him from between the window decorations, he reminded you of some kind of angel, eyes almost glowing, silver piercings glistening; the sun accentuated every little shadow on his face, but, at the same time, made him look really delicate.

Touya’s gaze went down and your thought moved to the back of your mind. He adjusted his position on the chair before speaking.

“I guess I can tell you why the cafe, which you found, oh so surprising, I don’t know why.” He paused for a second to narrow his eyes at you. “I’ve heard you wanted a “normal” date, whatever the hell that means.”

“Wha-,” your eyes widened with mock surprise, “Did Shiggy snitch on me?”

“Please, he didn’t have to. It’s not like you asked all your friends for advice. So I decided to take you somewhere… classic, if you will.”

You crossed your arms on your chest and rolled your arms, then pointed an accusatory finger at your companion.

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

“Me? Never.” Obvious sarcasm on his part. “But I have one more place that I want to take you later. Perhaps more to your standards.”

Now you felt a bit guilty that he might have thought you didn’t like it. He didn’t seem so, but you preferred to explain either way.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it… it’s just…” You shrugged. “I didn’t expect something so… usual? Common? Normal, heh.”

“I know you’re just awkward, but let’s relax and enjoy ourselves.”

And so you did, talking about many different things for a few hours.

***

You put your index finger on your lips, pondering on something for a moment.

“Isn’t it going to be, you know… the anniversary soon? Of your mom’s divorce, I mean.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Touya nodded.

“Damn, happy birthday then.” You brought your cup to your lips like you didn’t just say… that. But Touya lifted his eyebrows and stared at you unsure.

“What?” You just shrugged and he sighed, “Nevermind then. Happy birthday to mom.”

A few seconds of a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The hushed voices of the people around filled your ears; they mixed together, providing a nice background noise.

“So… how’s you dad?” You quirked an eyebrow at Touya’s surprised expression.

“You want to talk about my… dad? Of all things?”

“Well… I’m just asking! And you know… since he “sucks ass” does he also eat it?” You smiled stupidly, but he just stared with a deadpan. “Okay, stupid, I admit.”

“We have family therapy, so it’s not that bad. Though, the old mad does deserve the bullying.”

You agreed and made a toast with your drink to Touya’s words.

***

“Excuse me!?” Touya exclaimed loudly, “You did what!?”

You put an index finger to your lips trying to shush him, while a few other people looked in your direction, some with curiosity, others with disapproval.

“It wasn’t that bad…” You looked apologetically at some of the patrons. “It’s not like I died.”

Touya stared at you in shock for a good few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He was almost at a loss of words.

“What- not like she died! Fuckin-” He groaned and dramatically clutched his shirt on his chest. “You’re killing me! You’re killing your father!”

You snorted at his statement. Well, a flair for the dramatics was in his repertoire, after all.

“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’?” You said with an amused smile and added with a tinge of irony: “Or do you prefer ‘father’ now?”

Touya did not find it funny (or at least, he didn’t let it show on the outside, if he did). He cupped his mouth with one hand, looking to the side, as to ponder on something.

“You know what?” He directed his gaze at you. “I might have to rethink the idea that dating you would be so nice. Like, you… fucking dumbass.”

Ah, concerned Touya, pretty sweet, you had to admit, but there really wasn’t a reason for him to worry.

“Keigo was with me then.” You stated matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, “I am going to talk with that bastard too… no heroing with Keigo for you!”

You seriously didn’t think that he would be so concerned about the whole ordeal. After all, it was in the past, nothing really happened and if it would have happened, then well… you wouldn’t be here to discuss it.

You smiled softly.

“I don’t think you have any say in this.”

You chuckled, when Touya very aggressively took a sip.

“Jumping off the building… Who fucking does that!?” Oh no, the stare of disapproval.

“Keigo.”

“Because he has WINGS!”

“Yeah, and he caught me because of them!” You paused for a moment and thought for a moment about it. “Though I actually wasn’t sure he would, I mean… you know. He IS quite strong though.”

Touya actually looked like he was ready to end it all right then and there.

“You… didn’t know if he would catch you?” He articulated very slowly, slightly squinting his eyes at you. “And you still jumped?”

“Yup! You know, the adrenaline, fight or flight… I chose flight obviously.” You immediately saw that your cheerful carelessness and (an amazing) joke were nor appreciated, as he looked at you with a blank face, complete deadpan.

“I think, sooner or later, I’m gonna have a heart attack because of you.”

To that, you just cackled and reassured him that you would try not to die in a near future.

***

“Sooo… My sweet Touya, my favorite Todoroki.” He braced himself for whatever you wanted to throw at him, while you shot him a suggestive look. “When are you going to do a new tattoo?”

Oh, he already knew where this was going.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking?”

“You know…” You acted as if mulling on your idea and tilted your head to the side. “If you need some company…”

Touya sighed and just decided to get to the point.

“Do you wanna go with me?”

“Oh my god, can I?” You grinned and flicked your wrist. “You don’t have to!”

“Ok, then I’ll go alone.” He checked his phone, feigning disinterest, and took a quick look at you to see the hand still in the air and a very surprised expression on your face, that turned almost offended a second later.

“You can’t take it away from me! I’ll have you know, I have my rights.”

“I’m not taking anything away, since I never before said that you could go with me. You just always do.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your knees and did a fake sniff, knowing fully well he didn’t mind your presence… anywhere, really. “You don’t want me there?”

“Well, that-” he smirked slightly, “I never said.”

“So you’re just making a fool out of me then, I see how it is.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. He just laughed

“You already do it yourself pretty well.”

You gasped loudly with a hand on your chest.

“The audacity! You… how dare you! If you’re gonna be bitchy, I’ll fuck your sister, I will. Don’t try me.”

Touya rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Will you though?” He seemed unconvinced, you wondered why. “Honestly, I thought you did it already. You were going out with her for what? Two months? That’s long… for your standard.”

“Nooo, I didn’t… really, I did not.” Then a different thought popped up in your head. “Won’t it be weird that IF we… become a couple, potentially, and I would, hypothetically, meet your family somewhere, you know, by chance and all. That I am Fuyumi’s ex, I mean.”

He furrowed his brows to digest your question.

“You think about that?” He smiled, seeing your awkward expression. “That’s cute of you.”

“BABY STEPS, PLEASE.” You loudly exclaimed, avoiding Touya’s eyes, to which he chuckled.

“Okay, just teasing you, baby.” His gaze softened. “But do you really care about that? What others think?”

“Uh…” you sighed, “I don’t know. Not really? But kind of.”

“It’s okay, baby steps, like you said.”

He leaned forward over the table, took your hand into his and soothingly caressed it with his thumb. Your heartbeat quickened a bit and, surprised at that, you just stared at Touya’s slowly moving finger. Feeling were never easy nor were they particularly good, but it felt so nice.

***

Suddenly you saw a flicker of colorful lights next to you, seeing that the decorations on the window were turned on. Looking out the window, you noticed how dark it became. The street neon lights were illuminated everywhere, people moving in all directions to unwind after hard days of work during the week. You were almost shocked at how fast the time went by.

“It’s pretty late, isn’t it?”

Touya hummed in agreement and, without saying anything, stood up to pay the bill. Earlier, you almost fought him to split it, but you came to an agreement that another time (“Oh, you already want to go out with me again?”, he teased) you would be the one paying. A moment later he came back, put his jacket on and you both exited the lovely cafe.

“So… where are we going?” You asked after following him in a completely opposite direction, to which you came from earlier that day.

“You’ll see.”

Ah, so much for getting information out of Mr Todoroki.

With a sigh, you just decided to follow him in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, like it usually tends to be, for which you were grateful. He wasn’t pushy, let you do things at your own pace, so you felt… comfortable.

A moment later you felt him grab your hand and let him intertwine your fingers together. Again, the annoying feeling in your chest reappeared. You would need to get a grip on yourself, if this was to continue. The evening was getting quite chilly so Touya used his quirk to make his palm warmer, but you almost took your hand away. You knew that it was bad for him, especially without his support items, even though he was able to control it, almost to perfection. Before you were able to get away, his skin quickly went back to its natural cooler state with a light squeeze to your hand.

Going through the busy street, you were able to observe people differently than usual. On patrols, you were mostly checking out dark alleyways, some abandoned or suspicious buildings, sometimes sites on the outskirts of the city; being able to, sometimes, take in the lively energy of the crowd was enjoyable.

Touya stopped after turning into some calmer sideroad. He took his hand from yours to grab a helmet and then helped you put it on.

“We taking your baby for a spin?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, nice.”

After putting on his own helmet he sat down on the motorcycle, waiting for you to do the same. You noticed a new paint job on the matte black surface of the machine. On the sides were done shining blue flames, very on brand for him. You liked it.

You sat down behind Touya taking a hold of his waist, when he revved the engine and slowly drove away from the busy part of the city. Expertly maneuvering the streets, soon enough you were driving on the outskirts, where barely anyone was out. You looked at the changing scenery over his shoulder, noting the road you were taking seemed familiar. The trees surrounding you from both sides made the night look a bit unnerving, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. The city was far behind already.

You squeezed him just a tiny bit stronger and put your head on his shoulder, careful not to knock the helmets on each other. Loud howling of the wind and the noise of the engine were a surprisingly calming combination, which you have discovered long ago, the first time Touya took you for a drive.

Finally, the motorcycle slowed down. You passed the old busted metal gate and entered a site surrounded by a tall chain link fence, made from wire much thicker than usual to make it more sturdy. The place was situated on a flat field, a bit away from the trees. You could barely see the outline of the big city from where you were.

The space where he parked was relatively empty, save for an occasional piece of metal or glass laying here and there. The only building was a huge square block, bare walls outside “decorated” only by identical windows with perfectly measured spaces in between them. The inside should be relatively empty. What ought to be there are only some vacated rooms and stairs leading from the ground, through three stories, to the roof.

You got off the motorcycle and took the helmet off, hanging it on the handlebar. Taking a closer look around, you notice a pair of sledgehammers and a can of gasoline next to the gate of the building.

“An abandoned Commission site, huh?” You asked rhetorically, but Touya looked surprised at that.

“How do you know what this place is?”

You decided to ignore him and just pointed to the items you noticed.

“You planning to kill me here or something?” You said with a smile, looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow and moved to pick up the sledgehammers and offered you one.

“Birdbrain said we can trash this place.” You took the tool weighing it in your hand with ease.

“Of course he did.” You glanced at the gasoline. “Did he also say we can play with fire?”

Touya smirked, lifted his hand towards his face and lighted his pinky finger with blue fire. He then moved the hand more towards you, letting you blow it out.

“With me, it’s always playing with fire.”

“I knew you were an arsonist at heart, Touya.” You chuckled lightly, but your voice quickly died down when you looked at him.

He looked at you with an intensity that instantly hypnotized you to focus only on his eyes, which seemed to glow slightly. The only source of light was the moon and the stars in the sky so you were surrounded by harsh shadows and an occasional speck of moonlight.

The gaze with which he stared at you almost made you uncomfortable, because it seemed like he was able to read every little dirty secret you held deep within. A quick thought, that maybe he actually could read you like that, crossed your mind.

He moved a step towards you and brought his hand to grip your chin. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to feel that he could, if he wanted to. Exciting.

He pulled your face a little, so that his lips were right next to your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, when he asked:

“Aren’t you?”

You felt him move his mouth across your skin, from your ear right to your lips. The grip on your chin lessened as he moved his hand to hold the back of your neck instead. It wasn’t anything new to kiss him, but it felt a lot more intimate this time. No force behind it, no rush, nothing inherently sexual; just softness, an interesting contrast to his intense eyes and touches.

He moved away, just enough to speak up, your noses still touching.

“Come on.” He let go completely and moved to grab the gasoline, before entering the building.

You stood in place a moment longer, rendered speechless and motionless by the emotions you felt. The loud hammering in your chest was almost deafening. Not good, get a fucking grip. Without a word, you followed Touya inside.

After a few moments (when the blood pump finally decided to calm down), you glanced around. As you thought, a big empty space, at least on the ground floor. Since the electricity had been shut off a long time ago, the only light was coming from the moon and your phone flashlight. You went after him towards the stairs to the first floor, where a space was filled a little bit more by the rooms dividing the place.

Touya stopped next to a wall to one of the former offices and put his things down, before taking your phone to light your blank canvas, ready for destruction.

“Swing.” And so you did.

You braced yourself against the floor for stabilization and took a wide swing, from behind your back. The hammer made an impact with the wall and with ease penetrated it to the other side. Forcefully, you teared it out, making the hole two times wider.

Oh, it was so liberating. The destruction and chaos of this place would bring you much pleasure.

With a laugh, you took a next swing, and then another, and another. Both of you went on a rampage, destroying what you could in this deserted place. All of the windows broken (some of them with your fist covered in a rug found somewhere on the ground), the inside walls full of holes, doors ripped out of its hinges. The place filled only with dust, debris, and the laughter and screams of both of you.

After you had enough, you ended up lying on the roof. Touya’s head right next to yours, although upside down, as he laid in the opposite direction.

You stared at the clear night sky, admiring millions of stars visible that night. It was always an otherworldly experience to be able to see them. It made everything seem so insignificant in the comparison to the vastness and beauty of space.

Touya, however, was not looking at the sky. His eyes were focused solely on you. He liked the peace and calm visible on your face. You felt his gaze on the side of your face and turned your head to the side, to also look at him.

You moved your hand to push his hair back. It was always really soft to the touch.

“Your roots are showing.” You said quietly, looking at the white part of his hair. He just hummed with eyes closed, marveling at the soft touch on his head.

Before he could fall asleep here, you took your hand and sat up cross-legged. You turned around to look at him, still lying down and still looking at you.

“Didn’t you want to commit arson?”

He perked up at that and got up, but stopped you, when you moved to do the same.

“Wait a second and don’t move.”

You stayed seated and just observed as Touya took the can and started to pour the gasoline on the roof, away from the stairs, in some kind of pattern. When he finished, he motioned you with his hand to come to him.

Ah, so the gasoline heart then. You weren’t really surprised by it, but still laughed, although more at the weirdly proud expression Touya had on his face.

“It’s really cheesy,” you paused for dramatic effect, “I love it.”

You kissed him lightly on the cheek, to which he froze for a second. Oh, could it be that this time you were the one to render him speechless? After the initial shock, he beamed at you with his stupidly wide grin that sometimes appeared on his face. Though, after a moment it faltered and he grabbed your upper arm. You could pull away, if you wanted, but you just let him hold you.

“Who was that man today?” This again. He seemed worried, more than anything, which you didn’t like that much, cause he could drill it out of you, if he truly wanted. So you decided to avoid his eye, looking in the other direction.

“I told you already… it’s a colleague from work.”

“You know I don’t buy it.”

“I know, but… it’s the truth.” You looked him straight in the eyes, so he would know that it was not a lie.

“I hope you know you can tell me anything.” You wished you could.

“Give me the matches.” He knew that for that moment that would be it, so he let go of your arm with a sigh and took out a small box out of his pocket.

You took it and moved to the other side of the gasoline heart.

You wiped your teeth with your hand, to which Touya raised his eyebrows, but when you took one match out of the box and lit it directly on your teeth, he did look impressed by your trick.

Touya lit his blue flame and both of you set ablaze the gasoline. The fire traveled from both sides, to meet in the middle and create more green-like color. From behind the flames, you were able to see just his silhouette. A beautiful, although terrifying (to some) imagery.

When the fire started spreading, you quickly moved to leave this place behind.

Again on the motorcycle, tightly embracing Touya’s torso, you looked back to stare at the rising flames. Colors mixed with each other, creating a picture any painter would be proud of.

Playing with fire was always thrilling, you just hoped none of you would get burned.

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Christmas Eve

a/n: I wish you all of you who celebrate Christmas a Happy Christmas and I hope event this year was horrible, you all find at least a bit of joy and peace. If any of you needs to talk because they have to deal with some family or personal issues during this time, I'm here for you. At those how don't celebrate it: It isn't, besides Bokutos, really themed about religion, it’s just to hopefully make all of you laugh ❤️

form: total shitpost

characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Sakusa, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto x gn!reader

warnings: lowkey nsfw (just some suggestive stuff I’d say 16+), bdsm mentions (but in a funny way - there’s nothing really sexual), mentions of sex toys and Bokuto’s is just wholesome

masterlist

Atsumu

Let’s set the atmosphere okay?

The tree is lit up, the decorations are sparkling, all the other presents are illustrated by the lights on the tree, it’s dark outside, soft snowflakes can be seen, in the background you can hear some beautiful old Christmas songs being played

The little bell rings calling you in the room

Yet, you prepared a small surprise too

With you, his family is walks into the room

They originally couldn’t make it in time and it was visible for you that this really saddened Atsumu - he’s used to spend Christmas Eve with his parents and his brother - playing silly card games, him and Osamu almost knocking over the tree etc

Well

Surprise.

You all walked in saying a loud : SURPRISE

Which turns into a loud scream as soon as they see Atsumu laying under the tree with a sexy present costume

it’s literally just a big red band wrapped around his body with the bow right over his thingy

Head rested on his elbow, one of his legs swung over the other in a rather sexy way

The screams of you and his family mix together with his screams

The only one who was still able to think fast was Osamu - that’s why now a video of the whole thing is sending to the MSBY groupchat (also to the chat they got with their old Highschool team)

While trying to escape the whole situation Atsumu got also caught in the tree

Now there’s a red fabric hanging in the tree and a naked Atsumu running upstairs

Osamu

Osamu was stressed the whole time before Christmas

He got so many jobs for some big companies to deliver his onigiri

Besides that his shop was full af with all the friends that met up again due to them being back home during the holidays

He was a mess

So you managed all the household: cooking, cleaning, making sure he at least relaxed a bit, decorating etc

You’ve barley seen him anyways

Fast forward to Christmas Eve:

You received an emergency call from Atsumu, so you’re on your way to his, mentally cursing him since you still have to make the last preparations for tonight

At his - it was just some : how do I clean this or that emergency

Annoyed af you make your way back home

Unlocking the door, you’re greeted with some ‘all I want for Christmas’ and the apartment being all dark, just illuminated with the sparkling Christmas lights

“Osamu?” You call out for him walking through the apartment, the music getting louder and louder

Opening the door to your living room, you’re greeted with the sight of Osamu, dressed in a sexy butler costume, his torso completely revealed, and a bow around his neck

“Sit down my love.” He says and pulls out one of the chairs for you

You sit down and look over the beautiful decorated table, filled with all kinds of mouth watering food

Looking back at him, your eyes rest on his toned chest “Was... was this all planned?”

“Yes, I thought I’d give you something back for all your support the past weeks” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss

“Then I’ve been a bitch to Atsumu for no reason..” you mutter

“ There’s always a reason to be a bitch towards him” he laughs, “now, my dear - what can I serve you?” He bows

Sakusa

You in a maid uniform with lots of cleaning utensils that are sex toys Dom reader like

As soon as Sakusa enters his home on Christmas Eve, a big black fabric is pulled over his head and he’s dragged into the living room and pushed onto a chair

“Only good guys get presents right?” You say teasingly and your hands run over his chest , starting to unbutton his shirt

Slowly you pull the blindfold off his head

His eyes widen, then darken and then he looks at you with an eyeroll

“Are you serious right now?” He huffs

You’re wearing a sexy maid costume, the feather duster in one hand and the other one placed on your hip

“Nahhhhh - dirty boys aren’t allowed to talk.” You lean forward and place your finger on his lips, “how are we supposed to celebrate and enjoy Christmas when we’re both not clean?”

Leaning to the right you grab a bottle tilted “Mr Clean - hand sanitizer” rubbing it on your hands, you walk behind him and start massaging his shoulders with the body oil.

After that, you walk back around him and bend down, the skirt moving upwards, exposing everything to him

“You’re pretty clean now, but could you help me cleaning myself?” You ask and hand him a little present.

Unwrapping it, he rolls his eyes yet s smirk appears on his face

“For the really stubborn ones” he reads out looking at the lube in his hands

You look at him innocently “Yes,..., we can’t let any dirty germs touch our preciously wrapped gifts, can we?”

He nods in response and gets up, walking over to you

“No, no we can’t... let’s get you all cleaned up now ... shall we?” He asks in a husky voice and throws you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom

Oikawa

Getting tied up he’s exited a male dom getting into the room destroying 90% of his closet while degrading him and his style => presents a whole new closet from you and his friends and family

His clothes are horrible

Besides sports wear his taste is ... a whole catastrophe

so together with his friends you planned a surprise for him

Oikawa knew something was up- but he expected a different kind of surprise- he hoped you’d be his present tonight and that you’d strip for him, since he’s basically begging you to do so the past weeks

When it rings on his door that evening, he opens the door fully expecting to see you standing there

Quickly his smile drops when he’s got pushed back inside by a man wearing a leather mask

“Go to your closet.” He demands and makes the whip in his hand more visible

With a small Wimper oikawa hurries to the room

The man towers over him

“Open” he underlines his words with a loud whip and oikawa does as he’s told to

“Now put all your clothes in this here!” He throws a black plastic back to oikawas feet

“Strip and put them into it to.” Another whip echos through the room and oikawa whimpers again, eyes wide open and he slowly begins to pull off his hoodie

“Faster!”

“Now put this on!” He hands him a collar with a leash on it

Grabbing the black bag and the leash he drags oikawa back to the front door

“Wait wait - what are you doing !!” He finally complains

The man stops and takes out a gag and quickly fixes it around oikawas head

“MH- MHHHH HHMMM” he cries out

“QUIET!”

Opening the front door, the man drags Oikawa outside where a few people are already waiting, filming the whole thing

“Here.” The man throws the bag to the ground and hands you the lash

“Have fun.”

“Y/N MHLNG Y/N!” Oikawa ‘says’ shocked

“You didn’t listen to us ... so we had to force you.” Iwaizumi says, standing next to you

“Your clothes were horrible.” Mattsun complains

“New ones are already laying under the tree , love.” You smile and pat his head, the leash still in your hand

“Well... have fun with him - I think we should go now.” Iwaizumi laughs

Bokuto

Yes. Yes Bokuto still believes in the Christkind (just look it up - the translation is so ugly so I’m using the German word)

And it’s way too precious so non of you ever told him the truth

So here you are, getting dressed, putting on a white loose dress, white wings, soft golden eyeshadow and curling your hair / putting on a blond wig

Akaashi, Kenma and Kuroo - who will celebrate Christmas with you two - enter the house, together with Bokuto

Kuroo is talking EXTRA loud to make sure you hear them coming back

“Huh? Why is there light in the living room?- Y/N shouldn’t be home by now.” You hear Bokuto ask confused

Grabbing the small bell, you take a quick glance into the mirror and ring it

“A BELL??? OMG AKAAAAAAASSSHHHIIIIIII IS IT - OMG OMG OMGGGG!“ Bokuto screams and runs to the room

Opening the door his eyes lay on you, the angel standing next to the tree, about to place a small gift under the tree, ready to ‘leave’ again

Bokutos eyes shine like the stars, his mouth wide open, whole body shaking

“You ... you ... you’re real!?!” He mutters

‘Shocked’ you spin around, the gift still in your hands and look at him

You smile softly and walk towards him

Your hand takes his and you place the gift in his hand, get on your tip toes about to give him a small kiss on his cheek, but he moves away

“No, I’m sorry, but I got a beautiful s/o.” Your heart melts at his words, the real angel in this room truly is Bokuto himself

You smile and look at Akaashi, telling him to distract Bokuto so you can leave again - which he does

A few minutes later you open the front door, dressed as usual

“OMG Y/N - YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!! THE CHRISTKIND WAS HERE !!!! HERE AND IT GAVE ME THIS PRESENT!!!! ITS A PICTURE OF US ON OUR FIRST DATE!!” He rushes over to you and shoved the framed picture into your face

“A REAL ANGEL - AND YOU MISSED IT!” He pouts

“I’m sorry Bo” you mutter and give him a quick kiss

“But ... I have to admit ... besides all their beauty, you’re way prettier than them... I can’t call you angle anymore knowing that your beauty outshines them.” A soft smile forms on his lips and you feel tears forming in your eyes.

Kuroo

Kuroo saw your google history

He saw that you kept on looking for videos of a sex swing and how it works etc

So he knew the perfect present for you for Christmas

On the box it only said Swing - red, silk

So no biggie

Well... your parents invited themselves over to yours for Christmas Eve.

Together with your little cousin

Before it comes to opening up the gifts, traditionally you had dinner first.

Michale Buble was playing, your parents and his dad ( who got invited by your parents ) already had too much to wine, your little cousin bouncing on the chair, waiting to finally open up the presents.

If Kuroo knew, that your family’s would come, he wouldn’t even placed the swing under the tree, but they just appeared on your door with food and presents

So now - the swing was the biggest present

“Y/n... Y/NNNNNN” your little cousin asks you while already sitting under the tree eying all the presents

“Yes?” You laugh

“Can I open your presents????” She asks

“Sure.” You smile, knowing how much she loves opening them

Next to you, Kuroo’s heart stops, cold sweat running down his neck

Your cousin hands you the two small presents on top of the big one

“Here I just want to open the big one”

“Are those yours?” You ask and look at Kuroo, who just nods

“Babe... what’s wrong?” You ask him, but before he could answer, the ripping sound of the wrapping paper is heard

“OMG Y/N HE GOT YOU A SWING?! I’M SO JELLY!!!! AND A RED ONE TOO... OMG IS THIS A SWING OUT OF THOSE MOVIES??? THE ONES WITH SILK AND NOT WOOD???”

(Insert : oh no- Oh NO - OH NONONONOOO)

Your eyes widen.

All blood leaves yours and Kuroos face

Your mum takes a big sip out of her glass

Your dad glares at Kuroo

His dad looks ashamed at Kuroo

While your cousin opens the package and fiddles with the red silky stuff

“At least the color fits in the room.” Your mum laughs taking another sip of her wine

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