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minimallyminnie · 9 months

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okay okay

how would Sebek, Leona, Silver, and Vil react if the reader got them flowers??

Flowers

Breaking news: local tsunderes and a sleepy boy fall for a shrimp when they decide to give flowers to them.

BIGGG HUGS TO MY 2ND YEAR BABY SILVERRR 🔥🔥🔥

Leona Kingscholar

Out of everyone, you chose him?

Yeah, he’s pretty confused when you came up to him in the greenhouse one day

You knelt down to his face

He knew you were there and he half hoped you’d go away if he’d ignore you and half hoped you stayed

You did stay!….and poke his cheek multiple times before he cracked an eye open at you.

“What the hell is your problem herbivore?”

“For you.”

You shove a flower in his face and try run off when he sits up faster and grab your wrist

‘I’m gonna die today, goodbye Grim, goodbye Ace, Deuce…’ You think when you fall back and close your eyes shut, waiting for the time you’ll hit the floor

You fall back into the arm of the SavanaClaw housewarden and when you open one of your eyes, you’re greeted with his face close up

“I wasn’t finished talking.”

“U-uh! My bad! I just—“ You groaned. “I thought this flower reminded me of you.”

“…These are vegetables.”

“Idiot, it’s a herb.”

“Same shit.”

“Coriander, tarragon, and this isn’t even an herb, hydrangeas!”

Leona looked at the three flowers in his hand

“Why they remind you of me?”

Your face brightens yet again, whoops, you forgot about that, well not like you have anything to lose right…?

“Coriander for your hidden worth, tarragon because you make me interested, and hydrangeas because…I’m happy you understand me when everyone can’t.”

“…Really…?” He smirked at you, you have so many urges to kiss and slap him at the same time but you can’t deny the fear of just him ignoring you afterwards

“Just…say you don’t feel the same and move on. I don’t need to be lead on b—“

He kisses your hand that he had held onto

“Don’t assume I don’t feel the same.”

“You do?!”

Leona rolls his eyes and wraps his arm on your waist, pulling you close

“Shut up. Lemme sleep now.” And he knocks out, trapping you with a sleeping lion

You take a minute to appreciate his sleeping face and smile. When he wakes up, you’re sure to ask him out officially!

Rolling yourself on your other side, now you have a dilemma. With the sleeping lion trapping you with his arm…

How are you gonna get out and go to class???!

Vil Schoenheit

The queen of the Magicam app and your heart is always surrounded by people…

And if he isn’t, then Rook is there…

You were so close to pulling your own hair out whenever someone came up to Vil. You knew he was a housewarden, yes, but you needed just one moment alone!

Sighing out in defeat when yet another student came up, you just gave Rook the flowers and told him to give it to Vil later before going back to Ramshackle and complaining in your couch.

You’re grateful that Grim gave you the space you needed and went off to bother your two dorky friends

The rain pelted your window as you furiously screamed inside the cushions

A knock comes at your door, but you’re too frustrated to go open it

“Come in!”

“So, instead of just simply asking me to be alone with you, you asked Rook to give these to me?”

You quickly pounce up and see Vil staring at you down on the couch, his umbrella by his side, was he always that quick?!

He sits down besides you holding the bouquet, Vil looks completely elegant as usual but…the undersides of his shoes. They’re muddy and they have drops of mud on the upper side…He ran?

“An aloe piece, Calla lilies, and forget me nots…Your flower language is lovely. Though, I hope the aloe is affection and not grief…”

“It is…”

He held your hands with his own, you can tell your cheeks are definitely pink

“Affection, beauty, and to not forget. Do you think I really would swoop that low to forget you?”

Well yes, but right now? Oh sevens no.

“I-Well, do you feel…the s-same?”

You asked with curiosity and hesitation

“You’re very foolish of you think I ran in my heels here to just reject you.”

A smile graces his face and you happily hug him

Silver Vanrouge (I will die for that.)

A slight blush adorned your cheeks anytime Silver came by

He was just so pretty in your eyes!! How can one being be so…so…

RAHHHHH

You knew if he was busy guarding Malleus, he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you

If he wasn’t, he was sleeping and completely unable to talk

Knowing him better than yourself, you knew exactly what time to give the flowers to him!!!

That is until he ended up getting more shifts as a result of Sebek getting ill (you don’t blame him, you gave a little card along with Jack earlier)

Hole in your plan…

Fortunately! You got free lunch from someone who wasn’t hungry and went to his station

Not too many people and either way, Malleus just knew by the glint you saw in his eyes. Tsuntaro really was your wingman…

“Silver!” You ran up to where he was sitting and he stood up fast

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here.” He told you with slightly startled eyes

“Sit back down! I got both of us some food and…a surprise for you. You’re on break right?”

When he sits back down by your side, he nods.

You two eat the food before you wrap the plates up in their bag again

Silver, feeling sleepy, dropped his head on your shoulder

“Ah! Wait hang on, before y-you sleep…” You grab the hidden flowers from underneath a cloth and give it to him

His sleepy eyes widen, a pink bloomed on his cheeks

“For…me?”

“For you!” You blushed too, not knowing if he knew or reciprocated your feelings

“…White clovers, Gardenias, and white hyacinths…”

Mainly whites since you thought they matched Silver’s pretty white hair—Ack! Caught lacking again in front of the knight himself!

“Y-yeah! Picked them out myself! Thought they matched your appearance and how…how I think about you! Clovers because I think of you, gardenias cause you’re lovely, and hyacinths for prayers for someone or because you’re so lovely yet again!” You smile at the end, shyly looking away as his pupils dilate and his face becomes shocked

He blinks and smiles softly, taking one of the clovers and putting one behind your ear

“I think of you too.”

You’re so happy, you tackled him to the ground and almost crushed the flowers

Sebek Zigvolt

Bro would eat flowers if Malleus asked him too

Sebek is a sweetie, not everyone sees past the rough and loud exterior that he has but when you did, you fell straight down for him.

Well maybe not straight down, more like…someone entering shallow water for the first time. Carefully stepping in and then getting excited and diving all in.

You saw how Sebek refused gifts from his friends. How he was…quite determined to give the gifts back

Got pretty annoyed at the sharp toothed man for that…

Despite your sweaty palms, you decided to force a gift no matter what!

So, you decided to ask Malleus and Lilia if they could let Sebek have a single day off, you would do anything

They just laughed and said you didn’t need to

So, Sir Zigvolt got a day off! (He wasn’t happy at first but then you asked him “if he could be your knight for the day”, and with a scowling blushing face, he nodded)

“Hmph! If a lowly human like you needs my help, then fine! Only because Master Malleus Sama is not in need of me!”

You didn’t have classes that day so you spent some time with him just walking around the town with him

Panicking once the day was almost over and the sunset was blooming, you told Sebek to go to the bench that was facing the sky

You sighed out in resignation once you didn’t find anything you thought was special for Sebek…until you saw the flower shop

Going and picking the flowers, you exchanged money with the vendor before hiding them behind your back and going to Sebek

“Sebbekkk!” You nervously smiled at him

“Why hello again, what were you even doing taking so long?” He raised an eyebrow at you in suspicion

“W-well, I was trying to find something for you and I ended up picking these out for you!”

You held out a small bouquet of flowers. Dill, gladioluses, and Heliotropes.

“If you’re going to ask, yes. I know dill is also a herb.”

His eyes focused on the bouquet and then you in shock before his cheeks burned a red deeper than yours

“…You…powerful against evil, victory, devotion…Specifically picked out for…me?”

Dear sevens, as if he didn’t deserve it

“Yes! Do you…like them?”

“Do I have permission to touch you?”

That certainly startled you, but you nodded

He hugged you tight

“I…ahem…I guess I have feelings for you…human. May I take you out on a proper date next time?” He said in a soft and slightly hesitant voice

Nodding in happiness, you wrap your arms around him, hugging just as tight

@blues824 For Sebek lovers

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btnclmrttn · 7 months

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How they react if you send a spicy picture (OPM) (+18)

Under the assumption they have a phone imagine having to email a nude asdghdksvs

(bored and horny tbh I'll figure out the other three boys later 😭)

Saitama

💛"Wow, you have no idea what I'd do for some of that right now"💛

If he didn't turn so red in the face he could probably play it off in public if he were to open it. Has definitely cracked his screen on accident over the shock/initial embarrassment of hoping no one saw that.

Always a pleasant surprise when he's alone. He's probably bored anyway. One of the best cures he could have in those moments is "excitement". Exchanging texts and nudes gets him super jittery, and he loves the addictive anticipation.

Building up self confidence slowly, but is rather shy with returning the favor. He doesn't wanna be unfair and not send any at all, but they usually are just body shots, seldom face. Muscles like that though? It's hard to get a bad angle on a body like that

Like 2 saved in gallery max. Would just rather have the real deal, but the couple he keeps is because they're generally pleasant for him to look at. Huge sucker for panties/boxer shots. They don't have to be full nudes for him to get riled up. He can confidently return his own underwear shot as well! (fucking love me a dick print pic ughhh)

Genos

🩵"Oh you're perfect. I would love to see more of that angle"🩵

Around the public he doesn't show visible embarrassment, but he's very quick to pull up his phone. That could be the only obvious tell he's looking at something he doesn't want anyone else to see.

Full attention on you for sure if you managed to send at a time when he was alone. No matter where he is he's quick to respond, but much more detail and thought is put into responses when alone.

Always will return the favor. Has a couple of his own in his gallery if he was ever out and received one. It's only fair in his eyes! They're also never basic he makes an effort to look like the prettiest boy for you and he does a damn good job. Not only is the cyborg body cool, the way he takes pictures with angles and perspectives makes it much more sexy.

Yes he saves all of them it's taking up a huge space on his phone storage that's also photos of you in general. Doesn't really have an urge to get off to the photos or texts because it's never the same or as satisfactory, but he still likes to appreciate them because you're attractive. (Lemme throw in though that he would definitely love to get riled up to your voice/phone sex. He would end up hanging up and showing up shortly if he's over excited)

Garou

🖤"fuckkkkk just you wait till I get my hands on that"🖤

Around people he doesn't get super embarrassed, and couldn't care. Will try to keep his phone close and low key as he studies your body so no one else sees what's just for him. If it's around Bang he might have a fuss or a fumble.

Might take his time to respond, but he's definitely not ignoring you. He's taking that shit in every fine detail he can see like you're a work of art. The pauses between all his messages is just him drooling over you

He'll send back, but not the full deal. Garou can make more of a game out of the tease. Loves sending pics back of his dick print through his pants (usually sweatpants yessirrrr) to show you what you just did for him. Will progress to more skin, like his abs and hem of his boxers, until you get some real nice pictures~

He's got a couple few favorites that never fail to get him off. Any shot from an angle above you will be saved definitely. Although, he ends up not getting completely satisfied taking care of it himself with pictures/texts alone. It's a last resort kind of thing if he knows he can't see you. If he knows your wear abouts, he will just show up.

#opm #one punch man #opm x reader #saitama #saitama x reader #saitama hcs #genos #genos x reader #genos hcs #garou #garou x reader #garou hcs #saitama/reader #genos/reader #garou/reader #garou n/sfw #genos n/sfw #saitama n/sfw

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boredzillenial · 5 months

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“Is That My Shirt?”

After befriending Jake and Marc, one night you find yourself growing a little closer to their brother, Steven.

Themes: college Au, boys are in separate bodies, f!freader is tipsy, mostly fluff, mention of morning wood

Wordcount: 1.2K

You’re sophomore year at college is going amazing so far. Classes aren’t too bad, your RA is lazy and can’t be bothered to keep alcohol out of the dorms, and you’d made fast friends with Jake. While you both often tore up parties around campus you also have a blast dragging his brother Marc out every once in a while.

Despite some initial sexual tension you’d had with Jake and then Marc you three found your friendship much more fun. So most nights Jake would end up with a girl and if you’d done your job of wingwoman right so would Marc.

Their other brother, Steven, is a bit different to say the least. Soft spoken, studies focused and honestly a bit of a nerd. Talking about anime and history whenever the chance arises. Spending most nights watching said anime’s or studying.

One particular night Jake and Marc had managed to find girls on their own and disappeared with them in the dorm building. So you, still piss drunk and now alone, wander back to your room. Banging on the door you giggle “Roomie, lemme innnnn.”

You roommate quickly unlocks the door, giving you a panicked look as she opens it a crack. “Hey, I’ve got a girl in here. Can you stay with your friends tonight please.” She pleads.

“Well-shit everyone’s gettin pussy tonight.” You grumbled “fineeeee, but you owe me.” You groan and stumbl back to the elevator. After what felt like way too long you land on the boys’ floor. You try as quietly as you can to get to their room and push on the door, it’s unlocked.

“Stevie,” you whisper far too loudly. “Stevie itsme donworry.” You giggle as you make your way inside the dark room. “ ‘m jus gonna crash here tonight. You’re brothers are gettin busy - I mean they’re busy t’night.” You laugh.

“It’s Steven…” he grumbles behind a pile of blankets. As you look closer you see he’s got his laptop set up in bed.

“Are you watchin’ anime inthe dark?” You ask as you pad closer, shivering on the cold tile in your party dress.

“What else should I be doing.” He says in a mixture of annoyance and confusion as he sits up. His face is half illuminated by the flashing screen and for a moment your drunken brain dredges up that old flutter in your stomach.

You quickly try to snuff out the rising feeling and slur “Oh, shit I’mso sorry.” You pout out your lower lip, “next party you’re comin’ withus!” You declare with a shiver. “Why’s it so cold in here.”

“I sleep better in the cold.” He shimmies to lay back down. “Just lay over there I guess.” He waves over to Marc and Jake’s bunk bed.

Your teeth chatter as you make your way over to a set of dressers. Unsure who’s stuff is what, you grab a soft oversized shirt and a pair of boxers at random. You glance over your shoulder and see Steven has returned to his original position, laying on his side facing the wall, anime continuing to play quietly infront of him.

Quickly you shimmy out of your dress an into the clothes you’ve commandeered. As you slip into the lower bunk your teeth begin to chatter. “You alright?” Steven calls over his shoulder.

“ ‘s cold.” You whine. “Can I - can I huddle for warmth?” You ask softly, alcohol inhibiting any sense of boundaries you would’ve normally had.

“You want a cuddle?” His tone lilts in surprise.

“Please, I’ll owe you bigtime m’kay?” You plead shivering in the cold sheets.

“Alright c’mon.” He rolls onto his back as you jolt out of the cold sheets and under the warm ones. “Gods your freezing!” He flinches as you press your cold form against his.

“Toldya.” You mutter as you shudder, the remnants of cold chased away by his warmth.

“Lemme just, my arm I need to -“ he sat the laptop across his legs as he sat up again, this time lifting his arm up. Instinctively you nestle right into the open space. His arm lays lightly across your back as you lay your head on his chest. Surprise raises your brows for a moment at how firm he is.

“That - works I guess.” He says softly, settling his arm around you. His gaze lingers on you as you settle in. You glance up a moment, something stirs in you as your eyes connect. “Is-“ he leans in squinting a bit “Is that my shirt?”

“Tell me about what you’re watching.” You quickly look back at the screen, trying desperately to stop yourself from doing something really stupid.

“You haven’t heard of The Last Airbender? Avatar is amazing! This is Aang he’s -“ The excitement in his voice becomes a distant hum as you slip from consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of are the soft circles his fingers make across your back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

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The first sensations that come to you are the throbbing of your head, the shaft of light across your eyes making you squint, and the warm body pressing tightly to your back. You shift a bit to avoid the harsh column of morning light filtering through the blinds, causing the arm around your stomach to tighten and pull you closer.

Steven hums sleepily, his face snuggled into your back. For a brief moment you relax into the embrace. The pounding in your head juxtaposing his warm soft embrace. Well, not entirely soft.

“Ah Steven.” You pat his hand in an attempt to stir him.

“Yeah love?” Still not entirely present his hips rolled slightly. Then like a freight train he gasps and jolts away from you. “Oh I’m so sorry I, oh gods I’m -.” He awkwardly climbs out of bed and hit the cold linoleum with a groan.

“Shit are you alright?” You sat up to see him sprawled across the floor. Keeping the blanket up to your neck for warmth.

“Yeah.” He grunts, staggering in his oversized pjs toward the mini fridge. Glass clinking and the rustle of plastic sound as he turns, in one hand a bottle of water. In the other - a prepackaged bottle of vanilla iced coffee.

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

“Oh no, these are Jake’s coffees. Figured he can share.” Steven shrugs, his face flushed as he awkwardly tries to cover his morning wood. “Sorry I- here.” He gently tosses the drinks on the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom.

You laugh weakly under your breath as you took the water, nearly emptying it in a long gulp. Next you crack into the vanilla coffee and sip slowly, blanket falling around your waist as you test just how much your headache will allow you to move.

You hear the shuffle of footsteps as you rub your eyes. “Look Steven I don’t care about your boner I-“ your sentence haults in your throat as you lock eyes with Jake, then Marc.

“Why are you in Steven’s bed, talking about his -” Marc’s eyes go wide.

Jake’s blow wide as well “and why are you drinking one-a my Iced Vanilla Lattes…”

Steven’s soft footsteps sound in the hall, as he rounds the corner his gaze flicker between his brothers and you. Marc and Jake look at Steven, then back at you. That moment will be forever cemented in your mind, Marc’s look of confusion, Jake’s expression shifting from cross to a shit-eating smirk, and Steven’s entire face now a ruddy hue as he tries to slowly back away.

“No no no get back here!” You hear Jake tease as he chases Steven out into the hall with a laugh.

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Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

Taglist: @moonknight-events @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @romana-after-dark @moonknight-events

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight bingo

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camryn-haitani · 6 months

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Tell me you need it

sub! Ghostface x dom! FemReader

He thought you couldn't do it, that you were too inexperienced. Oh he was ever so wrong.

TW: SMUT. dom reader, sub ghostface, tying him up, p in v, riding, blowjob (m receiving), multiple orgasm, knife play, gagging (reader shoves her panties into his mouth to keep him quiet), petnames (pretty boy, sweetheart, baby, good boy), mommy and ma'am used, praise, you flicking his dick, overstimulation, dacryphilia, knife fucking (knife handle in his ass), roommates, no established relationship until the end, aftercare.

my first ever smut, I'm excited for this one. y'all enjoy🖤

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"p-please I'm sorry.... ahh~" he whines. hands bound behind his back, cold knife running down his abdomen. the cool, cold blade gives him goosebumps along his skin.

"why should I? you started this, now finish it like a good boy." dragging the knife across his thighs and over his leaking tip.

"mommy I'm sorry. you're right, you can do this. please lemme cum" the metal cuffs clang as he thrashes around, begging for his release. how did he get in this situation?

*1 hour ago*

the faint groans slip out behind the door. you pass his room, wanting to give him a back game you borrowed but instead you heard something different.

'fuck, god please. just lemme cum.' you heard from a distant in his room, the slick noises from his fleshlight louder than ever. you open the door anyway, knowing what was going on.

"hey! what the fuck, knock next time!" he quickly covers himself. "my bad, I'm just returning your game." you set the case down in his dresser. you stand in the doorway for a good minute.

"the fuck you still doing here? go!" he scowls. "you know, I was gonna offer to help, but nevermind." you turn to face him.

"oh please, like you could make me feel good. in your dreams." fleshlight still in hand around his aching cock.

"you don't think I can do it?" you question. "I know you can't." he challenges.

"wanna bet?"

*now*

and that's how y'all got in this situation. him being tied up with handcuffs, cold knife against his chest, waiting to be used, and your hand slowly pumping his leaky cock.

"you keep bucking your hips up to meet my hand. I've gotta be doing a good job, right sweetheart?" you tease. you move your hands faster until he can't keep up with your rhythm.

"ah! gon- gonna cum. please, mommy! can't take it!" his thighs shake as he cums. you lean your head down to lick up his dripping cock. you start sucking him off to overstimulate him.

"no no no no no no no, mommy I can't no more. it hurts, please." you hear the tears slipping down his pretty face. his voice cracks with every movement of your mouth.

you pick your head up from his dick with a 'pop' sound. he struggles to catch his breath. you pick the knife back up and drag it along his chest, all the way to his inner thigh.

"wha-... what are you doing?" he picks his head up to meet your eyes. he sees the knife go lower and lower down to his perfect asshole. he swallows the lump in his throat he didn't know he had.

he feels the tip of the handle brush against his hole. "hah! moMMY! FUCK!" he moans as more of the handle pushes against his walls. you roll your eyes and take off your panties. you take your soaked underwear and shove them in his mouth. he whimpers as your slick coats his tongue. his muffled moans are mostly covered by your panties, but it doesn't help much. he's still so loud.

"I know it feels good baby, you're hard again." you flick his red tip. he hisses at the sudden pain but pre leaks from his cock. "oh... you like that? you like it when I flick your cock? like this?" you do it again but harder. he flinches and moans at the pain but soon turns into pleasure.

your strokes with the knife become faster as he whimpers and moans louder. the muffled "I'm 'bout to cum" and his pleas tell you to go faster and harder. so you do. before you knew it, his cum streaks all over his stomach and chest.

you take your underwear out of his mouth. "feelin good, pretty boy? you think you can go for one more round?" he instantly nods his head, cock already standing high once again.

you straddle his waist, his dick pressed against his stomach. you straightened it out and line it up with your glistening folds. your hole fluttering with every glide over his tip.

"please! fuck me, ma'am! I need you!" he almost screams out. you listen to his begs and line his tip with your wet hole. you sink down into him and y'all both hiss. 'hes bigger than he looks, fuck' you think to yourself.

rocking your hips back and forth, you had an idea.

"wanna touch me? feel my body?" you ask him, rubbing your hands over your tits and waist. he nods vigorously, wanting to feel your soft body. you lean on the nightstand to grab the keys. he props his body up to let you unlock the cuffs. immediately, his hands are on your waist. lifting you up and down onto his cock.

his forehead up against your shoulder, helping you ride his aching cock. soft whispers of "mommy" against your neck making you closer and closer to the edge. you grab his hand and place his thumb on your clit, rubbing it up and down.

"fuck pretty boy, I'm gonna cum" your stomach tightens with that knot you know all too well. all the nights you've spent touching yourself, thinking it was him. all the nights of silently moaning his name and now you finally get to do it.

"fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum. cum with me please please please." whimpers fall out of his mouth. that's all you needed to hear to push you over the edge. your walls tighten around his cock, you feel his cock twitch more and more with every passing second. both of y'all cum at the same time, feeling his cum coat your walls.

you get off of him and lay next to him. you tilt your head to look at him, but he was already looking right at you.

"you know" he pauses "it's funny. our rooms are right next to each other. and somehow, you thought I couldn't hear you fucking yourself thinking it was me. even if you did whisper my name, our beds are right next to each other walls." he laughs and your face is burning red.

youre the one who became a stuttering mess. "don't worry baby, I love you too" he kisses you as he gets up to clean both of you off

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AHHH I DID IT

hope y'all like it🖤

#ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream #scream x reader #sub ghostface #dom reader #smut #x reader

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vqrtualheartss · 9 months

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Across the multiverse, Love Beyond Dimensions —𝑬42 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Here is part one linked. But before starting off anything, I have to say and give a major thanks for the support on part one, I almost cried fr fr.

Part three

Lemme be informative:

I am in no way, shape or form trying to villainize Gwen, everything is just for plot. Infact, I love Gwiles, my only point of interest is Miles G.

As you're reading this best believe that I am currently working on part three and four so bare with me

The day in the story you are currently acting out until any indication of a change is Saturday, you got brought into the dimension, rescued by Miles and woke up in the same day

The purple "liquid thing" is Gentian violet, it's something used for minor cuts and injuries

At one point, you're gonna be like " why did I cry over that?" Listen, it's like because of how your body reacted to suddenly being harmed, kinda like how you'd cry if you experienced shock suddenly, or long answer short you just did

My eyes flickered as they opened, eyebrows knitted at the fact that I couldn't recognize where I was, completely ignoring the state of my body. At the time, I was laid out on a bed centered infront a mirror, framed on a rectangular shelf around it's perimeter was a collection of Nike Air's and Jordan 1's -sneakerhead much?- but that's not the point. Looking at myself I saw bandages wrapped around my limbs , specifically my left elbow and shoulder. Multiple small cuts around my body patched up with band-aids layering over a thin sheet of oils and some purple...liquid thing? I didn't question it. My lips had some type of balm on it to accommodate the swelling and bleeding, a big white patch secured to the right side of my neck.

Looking in the mirror, I noticed that my hair was tied up in two puffs and not just the one that I had before, assuming it was to place another bandage I felt around my head until my hand stopped at a soft material, I patted it, it didn't feel big nor did it place any pressure onto my scalp. Looking at my reflection once more, noticing the change in my garments, I tugged at the oversized shirt I had on, amazed at the difference in space between my body and the shirt. Attempting to get closer to the mirror to examine myself more, I put a foot infront the bed standing on it to ensure my balance. Steadying myself, I walked closer, the other half of my body was covered in grey sweats'. I saw my phone on a bedside table, a few cracks on the screen

I stood, contemplating if I should wonder around the place or not, -I mean , wandering was what got things done to me in the first place- but I am inside nevertheless, it can't be that bad.

Going against my self-judgement, I walked outside the room, going down a short hallway, I heard the sound of.. punching?

"Just how much violence is in one universe?"

Following the sound I was led upstairs to a door seemingly going up to a penthouse level, I could say that it was hidden well -given that the house was big- but you could easily find it cause of all the ruckus. Knocking on the door I heard the combat stop when the door creaked open revealing a boy behind it. To say that he was handsome is an understatement.

This man was a work of ART, God truly has his favourites and he is one- no doubts, with two braids climbing down the length of his neck, it accentuated his face shape so..perfectly? -Is there anything sharper than his jawline HELLO? - His eyes rested low, probably a result of beating the shit out of whatever it is in there, it didn't make him any less attractive though, can guarantee that. Leaning on the door frame, he still towered over my body at about 6"1 When I tell you this man has body, believe me, his abs legit looks like they were chiseled out of stone, whoever is his girlfriend is living THE life.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's impolite to stare?" I narrowed my eyes at him, -there's something nagging me well, besides him. Is there's something I should be paying closer attention to.?- Suddenly it hit me

"MILES?" We both looked confused, he looked so similar yet different from the one I knew . I suddenly wanted to scream, cry, everything, but, I knew it would be so wrong to take out my emotions on the boy that didn't do anything to me. That surely didn't stop my face from expressing my sadness.

"Okay one, how do you know my name? That's some real stalker shit. Two, what's with your face.. Come in"

Should I be offended or what-, I walked inside observing the space as he closed the door behind me. There was training gear on shelves and randomly spread across the floor, barbells organized by weight size, a treadmill and other machines lined up around the room, a punching bag in the centre of the area. I sat on a bench facing three giant windows showcasing the sunset outside, I smiled at the scenery as he put his other boxing glove on.

"You're not very bright are you?" no manners. He started to perform another round combat on the bag but not as hard as before, decreasing the volume of his hits.

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone knows that Brooklyn is basically Gotham city at night. , so he's the hero

"Thought you knew that with your big ass forehead".

I covered my mouth and forehead, eyes widening in pure shock as he laughed, taking off his gloves he sat himself beside me on the bench, setting them on the floor.

"I'm not from here...worst first day ever in my opinion" I looked at my body once more, getting more curious with each passing second.

"Just be careful, I won't be around to save you everyday. Give me your hand" I obliged, looking down at him as he squeezed it.

"Does that hurt?" I shook no, if anything I wanted him to hold my hand, I fought myself from crying in the moment in all honesty

My heart missed him, even if it wasn't technically him

I knew it wasn't safe here for me, being from and in another dimension and all, but I didn't want to go back either. Even so, there was one place I knew I had to go to get home, I couldn't risk getting hurt until then. -Jinxed it- I started to convulse, bright flashes spreading across my body tearing me open as I fell to the ground. Tears uncontrollably started to fall as I layed on the floor holding onto my torso, waiting for the glitching to stop.

I felt Miles' grip on my hand tighten as he held me close on the floor, a worried look drawn onto his face as he wiped my cheeks. "What the actual fuck was that? Do you need anything? Man talk to me" His bitchy attitude slowly disappeared as his concern grew, as much as I wanted to answer, I couldn't. I buried my face into his chest, slowly sitting up being wary of any aftershocks that might happen. "Start talking so I can help you" "Yea, you're right , sorry." I tried to lift myself to get up off him but, my body was too weak. He put a hand on my shoulder "You can stay there", I weakly said thank you, as he smiled at me before starting off my explanation

"Thing is"

Time-skip, about 40 minutes. You've explained the multiverse and what it is, reason why it's so long is because y'all keep going offtrack and talking. Here's some convo glimpses

"So basically in all the universes there are we exist in every one of them?"

"Mhm, that's right and you might be somewhat similar or completely different in each one. And, logically, there might be two of me here"

"What's your name? I think I can find out for you" I was confused at his proposal but gave him anyway

"It's (y/n) (y/l/n)"

"That's a pretty name, " . I replied with a 'Thank you' before we reverted to silence, comfortable silence. My head was now laid in his lap as he played with my hair, finger coiling and twisting it. "So how'd you get here? Being in another dimension and all"

I toyed with my fingernails, examining each one as I answered "Long story short, there was this inter-dimensional villain that came, caught me, I fell into a hole leading to a different dimension. And that dimension is here"

I pointed towards the window at the end of my sentence, adding exaggeration. "I see. Think I know what can help with the glitching, well something, but that's for tomorrow. Right now, I want you to answer some questions for me" I narrowed my eyes, curiosity skyrocketing at his offers to help in the situations I had -the really wierd situations I had-, my gaze softening to the end of his sentence. "Okay, go on"

"Assuming that you knew me before, cause you know my name. What was I like? Be brutally honest"

If I went brutally honest I'd go ballistic

"Since we're being brutally honest. You cheated on me with a white girl" .

I tried to contain my laughter as his eyes widened almost comically.

"Stop playing with me" I stayed silent, my hand draped over my mouth, still trying to restrain myself. "I fumbled a bad bitch.. for a white girl?? Not even a Latina?? A WHITE GIRL?"

I shook my head as I finally let out my laughter, covering my face with both hands.

"That's whack..on behalf of the other Miles's we DO NOT claim that nigga"

"Ayee, 'preciate it. What's probably the worst part about it is she wasn't even from our dimension"

He dragged his hand over his mouth, dramatically expressing shock. "That is foul. He needs his head in the game ASAP". He snapped his finger, placing emphasis on the last word.

"It's cool" I started to lift my body off his, sitting beside him to watch the last stages of the sunset.

"Does that mean that we were together?"

"I mean yeah, but not us as in me and you. Kinda like a twin"

"I could never be related to that jackass" I chuckled slightly, eyes never leaving the scenery.

"It's getting late, and you haven't even eaten. I'll slap upside your head to take care of yourself" I looked at him, with an intentionally creepy smile "I can't cook" he looked at me blinking slowly "I'll cook for you if you stop smiling like that. please. It's creepy" I smiled widely at his offer to help me out. He got up, walking to the door "waittt."

"Ughh, what is it"

"I want a picture of the sky"

"Then take it"

"I want you to be in it" the creepy smile returning to my face to unease him.

His face screwed up, "Stop with that smile" frowning, I pouted my lips as I pointed jis phone camera to focus on the sky as I stood Infront it. The password was still the same

"What am I going to do with you" Miles walked over beside me, smiling as I took the picture. "Definitely my new wallpaper"

He rolled his eyes, smiling slightly "Come on" extending his hand as he walked over, leaning onto the wall next to the door. I held onto his hand, as he led me outside onto the corridor. He stopped, looking at me, hand resting around his chin other on his neck. The wind was blowing hard, the clothes basically acting as a parachute

"We need to get you some clothes". Looking down, I pulled on the shirt tilting my head as I looked up "Who changed me? " His face flushed bright red as he pointed at himself. I blinked about 6 times in a row slowly. "Oh." "Uh, let's get going shall we?" I shook yes, holding onto his hand again before he walked off, intertwining them as he looked down at me

"For someone with a big ass forehead you're cute"

"Do you have to mention my forehead every time?"

"Do you have to complain every time or can you just say thanks" I scrunched up my nose as he led me towards a kitchen island releasing my hand. "Thank you Miles Morales" "You're welcome (y/n) (y/l/n)" I stuck my tongue out at him "Don't make me cut that off" retracting my tongue,I raised my hand to flip him off , he used a double tooth fork to point at my fingers "Or those either"

Placing the utensil on the table he reached for an apron latched onto a hook.

"What do you want to eat" I shrugged in response.

"Anything you're allergic to"

"No, I don't think I have any allergies"

"You're sure" I shook my head yes "

Very sure? I'm not taking the blame if you die"

"Very sure" I repeated his words putting up two thumbs.

"I think I have something in mind for you" he turned around, grabbing different utensils and pots from shelves, racks and cupboards. I was told to grab different ingredients from the fridge and shelves to make the food.... and a fool of myself.

"Get that bottle of powdered sugar (y/n)" he pointed towards a shelf, looking at its height I was skeptical at first but I decided to try and reach it. I was jumping for a good minute trying to reach. "What's taking so long?" I suddenly heard laughter behind me, then the sound of footsteps coming. Reaching for it himself, he looked down at my face, narrowing his eyes as we made contact for a few seconds "I'm embarrassed for you" I sucked my teeth "It's not my fault I'm short" "Sure, but we should probably get talking to ensure your safety and all that" As he said that he returned to his position, and I to mine behind the table. "Talking about what exactly?"

"Well, for one, I'll be out early trying to get something for your glitching. If you can't tell, I hate hearing you cry" Reaching for a knife on the counter he cut a piece of a fried dumpling, taking it up with a fork he brought it up to my face. "Eat this" as my mouth touched the food, I immediately retracted my face, fingers pressing against my lips, my eyebrows furrowed as tears welled. "You're too soft" he laughed before starting to blow on the dumpling before handing it back to me. "Here, I'm sorry" smiling taking the food, I started to analyze it, shaking my head in approval.

"I like it.. what is it?" Miles turned around to flip the rest in the pot

"They're fried dumplings, my mother taught me how to make them" my expression stayed same as I digested, the answer was expected

"Hm, expected, is Tiá Rio doing okay?" He turned around with an inquisitive expression, leaning on the counter

"Tiá Rio?"

"Yea, your mother?"

"She'd love you for calling her that " he chuckled before continuing "She's always complaining that oh 'this generation has no manners, they're even calling parents by their first names.. it's shameful' "

"I can just hear her saying it" I laughed as he plated the food, it was about 2 pot fulls of dumplings.

It was nearing midnight now and somehow I found myself seated on the ceramic table top, Miles' arms draped on both sides of my legs, which were swaying freely under his body.

The things I'd do to stay in this moment.

The plate was finishing as the time went by.

"Look, here's a heart one." I blankly looked at it before deciding "It's too cute I can't eat it"

"I'll eat it for you" "You wouldn't dare" I looked down at him with wide eyes

"I'll make more heart-shaped ones for you" Hugging him, well .. his head, I pulled back "When?"

"Friday" "That's too long" "Stop counting the days then" I turned my head away.

"Goodnight Miles" he turned my head by the chin, "Come on estrella, don't be like that"

I tilted my head at the sudden Spanish, confused. His accent was definitelymore prominent than my Miles. "Estrella?" "Tch, you don't even know basic Spanish? Estrella means star"

I held my hand close to my heart, "That is the sweetest thing- yawn" I awkwardly folded my lips, using my index finger to scratch my head. "I believe it's wayy past your bedtime now is it"

I narrowed my eyes glaring at him, before I could use the stool as a step, Miles took me up in his hands carrying me around the room running. That resulted in both of us laughing and smiling as we laid down in his room. I was on the edge of the bed and he was on a small couch that was at the end of it. My hand wrapped around a finger of his as we talked.

"So depending on how tomorrow goes, your stay here can go one of two ways. If that thing can stop your glitching then we could take our time in sending you home, if not we'd have to find another way and fast" I hummed a 'mhm' in response, being too weak to move my body anymore

"In the case that you can stay longer we can enroll you in a school before the end of summer, change your appearance-" I held up a finger Infront his face to stop him before mumbling a "How so?"

"Well, you don't pay anything for my school, just pass the hard ass entry exam and that's it"

"If there is two of me there wouldn't that bring up suspicion?" I bent completely over the edge of the bed searching for his hand which he raised up noticing my actions.

"That's what I'm getting to, you'd have a fake name, new style, probably dye your hair-"

"Nuh uh"

"What you mean by 'nuh uh?'" I stretched over the bed looking at him.

"For 16 years I have had virgin hair, I'm too scared of damaging it"

"Temporary colour could work and I'll make sure we don't fry your hair"

"Thank you Miles, really-" -well shit- I started to glitch again, the sensations coming on worse than last time, he ran up onto the bed being cautious of harming me. B waiting for it to end, my body felt extremely weak, overstimulating as I uncontrollably shook afterwards, crying

" I think I'm dying"

" Shut up. I didn't let you in the first place I certainly won't now" I sat up as he layed down, climbing upwards he grabbed me, holding my body so close to his. I felt as if not even the universe could separate us.

Sunday 6:35 AM

As expected, Miles was nowhere inside the house, I know because I checked. Though, walking around something caught my eye a purple post-it note attached to a pile of clothes on the couch, written on it was:

''Here's some things for you until I get back. I'll be back late so I left food for you. Here's the thing to help your glitching, it should work. Lock the doors and stay safe mi estrella"

-I'll keep the note, it's cute - I took the clothes upstairs into a bathroom, bathing and putting them on. There was a plain white short sleeved top, (blue draws), brown cargo pants and a varsity jacket that looked dangerously close to the one I had on yesterday, I decided that it must've been a coincidence and moved on from the thought. There was an unusual bulk in one of the pockets so I pushed my hand in it, searching for the cause. My hand stopped at some type of bag, I grabbed at it, pulling it out. Inside was multiple pieces of jewelry, namely

two pairs of earrings - knobs and star-shaped

a gold barbell for my industrial piercing

a chain with my initial on it.

I was happy but confused at the fact he knew I had that many piercings, I mean it was obvious for my lobe and upper lobe but not the industrial. I shrugged it off putting on the jewellery, placing the knobs in my upper lobes and the stars in the bottoms. Looking back I saw some type of watch? Assuming that it was the device to help with the glitching I put it on looking at its structure, written on its screen were the words 'E-42'.

"That must be where I am" I decided to not interact with it too much knowing my luck , before heading back downstairs I went into Miles' room searching for my phone which I found on the bedside table. I looked at the phone screen before turning it on, my reflection looking back at me. "Well shit, I forgot about my hair" I sucked my teeth returning back to the bathroom, putting my phone in my pocket.

Looking around the shelves and drawers for any type of comb, product , something to do my hair with, I found some stuff in the sink's cupboard. Damn it's neat in here. I saw some gel, a few brushes and wax, I set out the items on the countertop "what would I tie my hair with?" I went back into the bedroom , grabbing my shoes from yesterday under the bed to take out the lace, heading into the bathroom I used soap and water to disinfect it. As usual, I did my hair up into a puff making sure to check underneath the bandage searching for any bleeding, there wasn't any, instead I felt two stitches. He really took care of me

I smiled at the thought while putting away the products, heading outside I finally took out my phone, securing the note from earlier with my other hand. My smile dropping instantly as I turned it on

Thu, 3 Aug - 2:35 PM (keep in mind it's nearing mid August so time is flyin')

I didn't have to look at the reminder underneath to know what date it was, It would've been my 2 year anniversary with Miles. I tried to not think about it but how could I? Walking downstairs I placed my phone face down on the countertop heading into the fridge, in it I saw two tupperware plates with the same purple note. It read:

"Por mi estrella" Alongside a little cartoon figure of myself.

Believe me when I say I didn't think twice before taking up the note. I tore the little cartoon off, placing it inside my phonecase ensuring to not turn it on. Nah ruin my owna mood.

Anyways, inside the plates there was pasta and in the other there were dumplings. Nah nevermind, I'm marrying him I smiled taking the second plate out, placing the cover underneath it I took my phone carrying myself up to Miles' room. Sitting down I opened my phone, scrolling through my feed. After a while I started to feel drowsy so I quickly went downstairs to put down the plate.

"Maybe, I can just sleep here for a couple minutes" Referring to the island and countertop I laid my head a top it, just for a few minutes tho. Hopefully

8:39 pm

I didn't know what time it was but judging by the view outside it was like really, really dark out. and I was getting worried. Good news though, I haven't experienced any glitching... I think I might stay here, I mean it's no way home right?

But seriously where is Miles, I looked all around for him and I can't find him. I was walking back down to the kitchen when I heard the main door start to open I stayed where I was, peeking around the corner of the wall. The door opened and I saw Miles come in, a taller man (Sisqó dupe) behind him I walked back into the bedroom, deciding to not eavesdrop this once. I went up to his training room instead, catching a glimpse of the sunset, rubbing my sore neck as I walked. Unfortunately the sky was pitch black already so I went back to Miles' room trying to make as little noise as possible, once in there I decided to take off the jacket, carefully placing it on the bedside table.

After a while of watching YouTube you heard knocking, a familiar personnel entered the room.

"Like the stuff I bought for you?"

"Like it?" I scoffed before continuing "I love them, but how'd you know I have my industrial pierced?"

"Anyone can see that from a mile away" I folded my lips, narrowing my eyes

"What's with your face?"

"Okay one, that's not nice and two, I got these pierced without my parents knowing"

He lauughed before answering "No way you can go home now"

"I mean, wasn't planning on leaving since this thing stopped the glitching" you pointed to the watch. He raised his eyebrows, face contorting into a smug smile.

"Is that the reason or is it because you don't want to leave me?" He folded his arms then dropped his eye lids slightly. "I know how you look at me"

You pointed at him "Touché nigga , don't think I didn't see you all over me yesterday and last night".

He used his hand to push away yours, pointing at you.

"You did not see shit"

"Tread carefully" you looked at him, eyeing him up and down before burstinginto laughter. "But for real though, thank you for everything"

"All good, I was raised right afterall" "Can back up that"

"You talk too much, the wickedness is astronomical let me remove your bandages"

A/n: I don't know how to end this

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neverending daydreams with kenma? 🫶

reqs are open :)

neverending daydreams

kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!

he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title — what a name.

what a burden.

“was it bad last night?”

“no, not as bad… but at least it was interesting.”

“oh yeah? tell me.”

“so there was a maze, right — and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series — yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldn’t wear shoes —”

kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. they’d been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. he’s already dreading it.

“— and then i woke up!”

“aww… lame! you didn’t even make out!”

your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenma’s skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly — making out — what a thought. how gross. he’d never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.

kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth they’d even go if you were to —

“oi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“huh? you… don’t really believe that, do you?” he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.

“why shouldn’t i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.”

kenma blinks again, owlish, and he’s unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one that’ll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates aren’t all watching him like they’re in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.

“yeah but… that’s like the oldest excuse in the book, isn’t it? my dog ate my homework?”

this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldn’t.

and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what he’d been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.

“ah — i guess you’re right, but… well, if she wants to keep my notes, then that’s fine. i’ll just make another set. so…” you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, “can i borrow your notes from yesterday?”

kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive — why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with… with what yet, kenma isn’t sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes — he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes — he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes — fine.

this might be the path of least resistance but… doesn’t it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isn’t it stunting… character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and you’re stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing people’s notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyo’s homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?

“uh… sure… i guess. if you promise to give it back.” he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.

you make a noise that’s caught between a squeal and a squeak. it’s a happy sound, he’s sure.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise i’ll give it back! and my dog doesn’t eat homework — only table scraps and puppy treats — and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!”

you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didn’t have to deal with all these scenarios that don’t make a lick of human sense.

the next day, when you return his notes, it’s with a shy smile and that he isn’t entirely sure what to make of. you’d licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before you’re disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.

he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.

it isn’t until japanese literature, when he’s flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices — there’s a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and it’s a drawing of you.

kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart.

thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?

he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.

treat?

he frowns. but school lunches are always free.

his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.

his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isn’t actually hunger. it’s a wanting, a thrumming wish — pressing and feverish and — he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.

treat. lunch. sometime.

sometime. but it can’t be during school. then when?

kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.

oh. oh.

and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.

it’s saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest that’s actually more difficult than the main storyline, because he’s almost certain that he’d never signed up for this.

cold-soba with you. alone. together.

no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.

stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it “slip” that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when you’re on your first real date, kozume!

at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, there’s alway snake —

“kenma-kun! hi! sorry i’m late!”

your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.

he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops — he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh — there you are. you’re standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like… like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. you’re lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things he’d come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but you’re also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that you’d left in his notebook.

and nervousness he understands. sweetness… he understands too. to a certain degree.

“no, you’re fine… i just got here too,” he says, and it’s a not-really-lie, because he did just get here… like fifteen minutes ago. but time’s just a human construct anyway, and there’s no point in getting caught up in the semantics.

he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.

“uh — you wanna…”

you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.

“hot?” he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.

you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, you’re smiling.

“yeah, a little. it’s gonna be so gross this summer.”

“yeah, i know. i hate it already.”

he would’ve winced if it hadn’t been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadn’t thought it anything strange before now — after all, isn’t that what the internet says you’re supposed to do when you’re feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. only…

is it strange that he’d chosen your laughter?

it’d been such a simple choice, so easy to make — it was everywhere, and when it wasn’t there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.

sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.

“me too. i think i hate a lot of things but…” you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.

kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.

the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.

by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that he’s no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, it’s no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.

“see you on monday!”

kenma smiles, “yeah… sure. see you then.”

he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps — and then, you turn back around. and you’re closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, you’re falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought — the motion and e-motion of it all.

kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly… not.

you’d turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that there’s still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.

and are now no longer.

and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.

three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesn’t tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesn’t bring games with him either.

the frozen yogurt place isn’t too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.

by the time you get there, it’s getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snake’s body without it’s tail trailing across the entire screen.

“i thought you’d only be into the kind of games with like… a million levels or something.”

your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.

“oops… sorry,” you say, looking genuinely apologetic.

“don’t be. and you’re right, i do like games with a ton of levels but… things like this are fun once in a while too.”

he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that it’s unclear if he’s talking about the game or… something else entirely.

“only once in a while?” you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and it’s incredible, he thinks, the change a single week’s worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first “date” had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one — already — has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenma’s skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.

“well… maybe — i dunno…” he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, “it’s only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?”

and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence — and is he really flirting?

you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that he’d rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body — he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.

“i’m free on saturday,” you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.

he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.

“okay then,” he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and it’s easy like this, isn’t it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.

why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?

how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this — he’s sure of it now — is the entire point of the game to begin with? because don’t all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this… unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in it’s immensity that this could be something more?

something like… love?

but it’s too early for that yet, and he’s getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.

he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.

and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesn’t wait for you to close the gap between your bodies — he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.

so that’s where your noses go.

the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.

you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.

there, again, another bottle-able sound.

he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.

you are breathless, and so is he.

and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.

“oi… oi kenma-kun?”

kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“h-huh?”

your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.

your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.

“do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says —

“you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

#kenma kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kenma kozume imagines #haiCUTIES #floofy floof floof #/ vibRATES EXCITEDLY #pls pls pls pls pls tell me what you thought pls i am SO CURIOUS #and also let it NEVER BE SAID i do not feed the kenma stans yall #nearly 4k words PSH #there are so many THINGS in this fic that i am happy with -- not the least the circularity and the actual prose #bc i feel like this is one of those things that bears reading twice and im not just saying that bc i want ppl to read it multiple times #im saying it bc there are so many easter eggs and self-referential bits in the fic that i feel like u would enjoy on a second read through #im just sldkfjosid over the moon about this one and i know it's not super duper polished but i dont think it needs or want to be #ANYWAY HELLO kenma is a GREAT muse yall

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conitagray · 10 months

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i remember it, all too well.

42!miles g morales x reader

summary: you've been dating someone for a year and slowly you realize they've become distant. barely texting you, not showing any admiration, always out clubbing. until you went to their place and see something unspeakably wrong, you snap and they try to come back to you. months later, still broken. you met miles and you two become very close. one day you see them again and you can remember the memories all too well.

warnings: super angst (fluff in the end of COURSE) cursing, bad spanish (i’m so sorry y’all😭) creepy ex bro, cheating.

a/n: WHOOP i started listening to atwtmv for like a 100 times and it gave me the idea to write this (all hail taylor swift!!) this is gonna be so angsty i swear like im so sorry yall 😭 but lemme tell y’all i swear 42 miles has rizz i’m not lying

words: 2.2k

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your life was pretty fine the past few months since you’ve met your partner.

they were, everything you wanted. they loved you to the moon and back and you said the same thing too.

but a year passed and things started to change, drastically.

they stopped paying attention to you, stopped hanging out with you, was always on their phone and most of all, always went clubbing.

you’d be at your place and it was around 12:45 in the morning, he was supposed to come by.

the first thing that came up to your mind was text him, they were probably busy anyway?

…..

love<3

12:46 am

y/n: babe, wru? you were supposed to come to my place an hour ago.

seen 12:48 am.

y/n : hello?

seen 12:50 am.

……

you sighed, tossing your phone to the side of the bed as u curled up in ball, thinking why they left you on seen.

you decided to go check up on them yourself, so you put your shoes on and walked over to his apartment.

you knocked on their door, seemingly waiting for an answer, there was none.

so you opened the door which was seemingly unlocked, and scanned around the room, calling out their name.

when you heard loud music from his room.

you knocked but there was no answer as you thought the music was drowning your knock so you opened it.

and oh boy were you in for a surprise.

you dropped your purse on the floor as you stood there as if you saw a ghost, but instead you saw them making out with someone else.

“so that’s how shits going huh.” you said bluntly with tears in your eyes as your words jolted both of them up and your partner turned to look at you.

“it’s not what it seems like bab-“ they were protesting, pushing the other person away and walking to you but you cut them off and pushed them away.

“there’s nothing to fucking explain!” you screamed. “its all right infront of me, dont even bother.” you said as the tears flowed out of your eyes, looking away.

“please love im sorry i- just- give me another chance” they tried to grab your hands and you pulled away quickly.

“so you just can call me up again just to break me like a fucking promise huh? i expected better from you.” my voice cracked at every word as i walked away and slammed the door shut.

i was home, on the floor. in a ball of sadness. tears, snot, everything flowing out. while they kept texting me.

…..

unknown number.

1:15 am

un: babe please

un: please im sorry

un: i won’t do it again

un: forgive me

seen 1:20 am.

…..

you knew damn well he was lying so you blocked the number, shutting off your phone and sliding it across the room.

that day, your whole heart broke, you never felt anything anymore, love was completely just a game to you

but do you think everything will change soon?

it was your usual day. wake up, get ready for work, walk, get to work and actually work.

you worked at the cashier in some convenience store.

you’d felt numb and dull the past few weeks and didn’t really have the motivation to do anything, but you had to so you did. but you just remember everything all too well.

you were doing your job as normal and nothing around changed honestly, it was just your average normal day until someone came in that caught your eye.

it was a boy about your age, he was wearing sweatpants and a sweater, the way his jawline stands out and his braids touching his shoulders.

you thought he was cute but you shook off your feelings and went on with your day.

you noticed he was catching a few glances from you, you thought of it as nothing when he paid normally and went out the store.

but he kept coming back to the store every single day for the whole week and you two start to talk a bit more, but not your actual huge conversations.

but this one time. he was in the store picking up a few stuff and bringing it to the counter.

you scanned the items as you put it in a paper bag,

“15.44.” you told him the price.

“keep the change.” he said giving you a 20 and his spanish accent had you rolling on the floor (metaphorically).

you mumbled a thank you as he walked out, you were going to put the 20 in the cash box but suddenly, you saw a note attached to it.

* xxx-xxx-xxxx, my number. text me soon hermosa. - miles:) *

you were shocked to the brim as u held the paper in hand profusely blushing as you started to smile a bit.

did a guy just really give his number out to you?

you kept the note in your pocket, still blushing and went on with your day. until you came back home

you held the note in your hand again, still contemplating if you should put the number in your phone.

you did it anyway.

as you shakily typed the number in your phone, you added his name in the contact number and pressed the message button.

…..

miles(?)

10:05 pm.

y/n: hello?

*minutes pass by and you were doubting a message back from him. but your phone dinged.*

miles(?): hey

*you were shaking in your bed as you saw his reply.*

y/n: you’re miles right?, the guy from the store?

miles(?): the one and only. miles(?): and you’re…?

y/n: sorry.. i’m y/n

miles(?): nice name ;)

*at that point you were shocked by the little winky face he put*

y/n: the same goes to you :)) y/n: so.. weird question but why’d you give me your number?

miles(?): just thought you were cute.

*his reply literally had you in shambles and you didn’t know what to reply with but it hit you. it could be your ex’s friend again trying to get on you for breaking up with them.*

y/n: are u sure? because i swear to god if you’re one of my ex’s friends trying to shit on me for breaking up w them i will literally murder you.

miles(?): i swear, i don’t know who your ex is. but are you okay though?

*i sighed in relief, knowing that they stopped doing it.*

y/n: yeah, sorry i’m just paranoid. y/n: i gotta go, talk to you soon?

miles(?): alright, see ya soon hermosa.

……

you closed your phone and start to smile, but it feels like everything that went down happened was only yesterday, time won’t fly for you. it’s like your paralyzed in your own heartbreak.

you lay down in your bed, thoughts drowning in you as you start to fall asleep.

days turn to weeks and you and miles start to become closer friends. and you wouldn’t deny to admit that you liked him, ALOT.

but you never told him. you were scared of commitment ever since it happened.

you never told him, you never bothered to say anything because he never asked you and you were fine with it. until one day.

you both were on the rooftop at his place laughing about anything and everything, talking about what happens.

until he asks a question.

“so, that day, the day you first messaged me about your ex’s friends shitting on you for what happened, whyd you think i was one of them?” he looked at the stars slyly, glancing at you at times.

“well.” you sighed, fiddling around with your fingers,

“i didn’t know who his friends were, so they would come around at work, giving me their number and i would text them obviously and they would always tell me i was cute or something but the next second they just shit on me saying mean stuff and i kinda just couldn’t trust anyone after that.”

he looks back down to look at you , with an apologetic look on his face, when he went to scoot a bit closer to you.

“can i ask what happened?” he asked as his hand was slightly touching yours as you looked at the stars.

“we were happy for a year, everything was fine but they grew distant. they stopped talking to me and always went to clubs and came back home drunk. they seemed off for so long and i went to their place and saw them making out with someone else and i just kinda lost it, because they did this twice and i lost my shit at that point, i haven’t felt love ever since. i just kinda lost motivation, i really want my old self but i just can’t seem to find it.” tears filled your eyes to the brim as i told him everything.

as the tears start to flow out, he hugged you tightly and rubbed your back. “lo siento mucho querida.” he whispered.

“you did nothing wrong okay? it was all them.” he hugged you tighter.

as he pulled back from the hug, wiping the tears from your eyes.

it was silent for a moment after he pulled away.

“i could change that.” he spoke up after the brief silence that filled between us.

you locked at him surprised, “what.. do you mean?”

“you said.. you would never feel love again right..?” his words were soft when he spoke.

you nodded slowly as you turn to look at him looking at the stars.

“well, i could change that.” his head lowered down to look at you but you looked away.

“how will i know you end up the same as they did?” you looked down looking at your knees when you felt his hand grab your chin and pull you in closer for a kiss.

you were shocked at first but then you slowly melt in to the kiss, finally realizing he was the one.

as he pulled away, he held your hand tightly. “i promise i won’t break your heart mi amor.” he whispered. "ill give you the world, the stars if possible, anything for you."

you felt this wave of love you’ve never felt before and it made you feel full, you went to hug him tightly as you never wanted to pull back

“i love you, miles.”

“te quiero también, mi amor. más de lo que sabes.”

after that day, you and miles started dating and it was nothing like you experienced before.

it was always flowers here, flowers there and he was just a straight up gentleman to you.

you just closed up your shop early tonight to go on your first date with miles, and when you both were walking there, you bumped into someone and both crash to the ground.

“oh my god im so sorr-“ you were frantically picking up their stuff to give it back and when you both look at eachother, you stopped talking. it was your ex.

everything, every single memory of you both flowed down your mind and you remembered it all too well.

“amor are you okay?” miles bent down to check on you when he noticed you giving a dirty glance at your ex, and it hit him.

“yeah i’m fine let’s just go.” you tried to stand up but your ex’s hand pulled you back down and restraining you from standing up.

“what the fuck do you want?” you screamed and it grabbed miles attention.

“please, im sorry i didn’t mean it can things just go back the way it was?” he protested and was on their knees begging you to stay

i pulled my hand out of his grip as we both stood up “i already told you, a million fucking times, no.”

“please i’m sorry, i- i was drunk and i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“so you’re telling me, those both times you were drunk and you weren’t thinking straight? those both times you fucking cheated on me and you weren’t thinking straight? you choosing pleasure over our goddamn relationship and you weren’t thinking straight? you could’ve thought for a SINGLE moment, will this affect my relationship? of course it fucking will you asshole. get out of my sight.” you stood back up and walked opposite where your ex was, but they wouldn’t stop and grabbed your hand again.

“just forgive me plea-“ he was about to get on his knees but miles stood infront of you and grabbed their arm tightly so they could release your arm

“back up bro, y/n already told you they don’t want you. don’t make it harder for us. one step closer and you’re gone got it?” miles let go of his hand as a warning and they nodded and ran away and miles turned to you.

“are you okay querida? you aren’t hurt anywhere are you?” he put his arms on your shoulders, scanning your body for any wounds.

“i’m okay, just a bit shaken up." you sighed, fixing your clothes.

miles was genuinely worried about you and you told him everything's fine as long he was with you.

"i'm so sorry amor that they keep doing that to you." he grabbed yout waist and pulled you in a hug.

"you know ill protect you always right?" he pulled away from the hug.

"promise?" you held out your pinky for a pinky promise and smiled softly.

"promise querida." he took his pinky and hooked it with yours and shook it softly and pulled you in another hug.

although you still remember all the heartbreaking memories all too well, you had him and that was enough for you.

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#angst #fluff #hearts4hobie #across the spider verse #astv x reader #miles 42 #miles morales prowler #miles morales 42 x reader #miles g morales #miles morales 42 #CRYING #ilovehimsomuchudontunderstand #astv #spidermanacrossthespiderverse #miles my beloved

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six-eyed-samurai · 6 days

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HEHEHEHEHEHEH OK DIFFERENT REQUEST THIS TIME AND I THINK YOU'LL LIKE THIS ONE MAYBE I DREW THE TR BOYS REALLY BAD AND ALSO AS HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION SO UHH DO WHAT U WANT WITH THEM, HERE ARE SOME PROMPTS BUT UHHH YOU CAN HONESTLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LMAO YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT U CAN JUST HAVE THEM

prompt 1: friend gives really short amount of time to draw someone and this is what happens prompt 2: "i felt silly" *sends you a picture of a drawing depicting you as a horrifying being(ran & sanzu) /in pain (koko)/ literal insanity (rindou) ok looveee u and ur work n i hope i made your day again!!!!

Happy to see you again girl!!! But with no offense intended when I opened that drawing I nearly dropped my phone (TR men Eldritch Horror version). Sadly my iFake doesn't support images so I had to manually type

Y'all I based this crack off typical convos with my friends in art (hating on Kafka so bad with my girl Hina) 🤣🤣🤣

MAD DOG: I felt silly

MAD DOG: I know y'all love it don't lie

RIN RIN: This is why I keep the chat muted

MAD DOG: You wound me, I worked so hard!

MIKEY KING: I've seen kindergartens do better

MAD DOG: Not you too Mikey!!!!

SUGAR KOKO: What just happened

All I see are exclamation marks and that's not good

RIN RIN: Scroll up for yet another disaster by Sanzu

SUGAR KOKO: Wtf

I wish I didn't

Wait my eyes aren't that small

RIN RIN: Are you even sure you want my eyes

SUGAR KOKO: Can I not be in the drawing at all

MIKEY KING: Agreed

If I see that again there go all of your taiyaki rights

MAD DOG: Oh look who's being a kindergartener now

SUGAR KOKO: Mikey you never gave a single taiyaki before

RIN RIN: Fr

No difference

MIKEY KING: How do you know I wasn't planning to???

MAD DOG: Not even for me you wouldn't

MIKEY KING: Sanzu after that drawing you can't even say even because no way

MAD DOG: Bullying is no no

RIN RIN: Wym bullying

SUGAR KOKO: Yeah it's truth

I literally look so in pain and after seeing it I am

RIN RIN: I look like a literal insane psychopathic murderer from a max security prison

SUGAR KOKO: Sounds familiar

I know!

Sanzu Haruchiyo

RIN RIN: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MIKEY KING: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MAD DOG: WHY ARE ALL OF YOU GANGING UP ON ME

DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GUYS AREN'T PSYCHOTIC MURDERERS

RIN RIN: Just you actually

MAD DOG: RAN WHERE ARE YOU BACK ME UP RN IM SOBBING

SUGAR KOKO: you're on your own pal

RIN RIN: he's asleep again

HOTTER HAITANI: now I'm awake and ready to bless all of you with my presence!

RIN RIN: I just cringed so hard

SUGAR KOKO: Ew what the actual hell

Ykw go back to sleep

MAD DOG: RAN MY FRIEND

Does my drawing flatter us all or what

RIN RIN: Ran I will mess up your dye job so bad

MAD DOG: Don't listen to the unbelievers!

HOTTER HAITANI: Of course not

Lemme see lemme see

SUGAR KOKO: oh god

MIKEY KING: I'm leaving

MAD DOG: you're still here?

HOTTER HAITANI: SANZU MY FRIEND

IT'S ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS

I LOVE RINDOU

I'M FRAMING IT ON THE FRIDGE

MAD DOG: I KNEW IT

I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS SPECIAL

I KNEW I WAS THE NEXT PICASSO

RIN RIN: the both of you

SUGAR KOKO: stfu Annabelle

You too Pinky

MIKEY KING: you are now my number two Koko

#sanzuyaps #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #bonten #crack fic #sanzu Haruchiyo #ran haitani #mikey sano #rindou haitani #hajime kokonoi

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rozcdust · 1 year

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I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader, QPP Kazutora Hanemiya x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, qpp relatinship, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten, vomiting, drinking, taking care of a drunk person, reader has emotional capabilities of a carrot

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Somehow, in the entirety of 2 minutes you were gone, leaving to change out of Kazutora’s oversized clothes into Kazutora’s oversized clothes, the situation escalated into having two, instead of only one, grown men sobbing on the floor of your bathroom, clutching onto each other like long lost brothers, as if they didn’t meet each other exactly 15 minutes ago.

You will absolutely make sure to send Mikey the babysitting fees for having to do this bullshit at all.

You have no idea who the he Kakucho is crying over is, but you’re pretty certain Kazutora is weeping over that one tiny incident where he may or may have not stabbed Keisuke as a mentally unstable, undiagnosed teenager.

Your platonic boyfriend is weeping over Keisuke, who Kazutora saw less than 12 hours ago, and who is, in fact, still very much alive.

May Lord help you cope.

Taking one of the bottles of sake Kazutora kept in the fridge, slamming the refrigerator doors shut, you take a long, deep sigh as you open the bottle, gulping down half of it right away.

You’ll need it for the shit show about to occur.

Cautiously poking Kazutora’s shoulder with a broom, you tilted your head, eyes darting between him and Kakucho.

“Need anything?” Whispering, you pointed towards Kakucho, carefully observing Kazutora’s tearful eyes for any indication of what the actual fuck to do.

Kazutora was easy to care for in his down moods, excelling in communication and making his needs known, so you could assume that he could be fixed with some light cuddling and plenty of kisses, maybe some soft bullying.

However, you doubted there was a manual on emotional support for depressed, emotionally constipated and violently drunk gang members.

“A hug.” Kazutora sniffed, pathetically, unwrapping one of his arms from Kakucho and extending it towards you, offering you space to slither in.

You had a hard time keeping the grimace off your face as you cautiously looked between the two men, thinking of an excuse on the spot.

“Um, sure thing Tora, just- Lemme check that our fish aren’t drowning.”

“He kept fish too!” Kakucho sobbed harder, gripping Kazutora’s shoulders like his only lifeline.

God.

“You don’t gotta hug us if you don’t wanna, baby, no worries.” Borderline whining, Kazutora’s arm slumped to the ground, his gaze moving away from you.

Fuck.

Kazutora had an excellent grasp of boundaries, and even if he knew you didn’t mind physical affection with him, he knew it was an issue for you with others, and he’d always politely ask before as much as kissing your cheek, never forcing anything on you even if he himself was touch starved as hell.

Yet the utter defeat in his voice made you feel just a little guilty.

Putting the broom down, you take a step towards them, sitting on the ground and getting into the space Kazutora opened for you, wrapping your arms around both men.

Okay, not too bad yet, you thought to yourself as they leaned each on one of your shoulders, letting go of each other to hold you instead, Kazutora’s arms firmly around your waist and Kakucho’s carefully thrown around your shoulders, his touch feather light compared to Kazutora’s death grip.

If they get snot on you, you will be taking legal action against them both.

“There, there, boys, no need to cry now, is there? Momma didn’t raise a bitch.”

Wrong words, y/n.

Wrong fucking words.

“My mum died!” Kakucho choked out, suddenly tightening his grip as he buried his face into your shoulder, clearly barely choking down the loud sobs rocking his body.

“Mine hated me!” Kazutora yelped against your neck, snivelling, balling his hands into fists as he gripped the fabric of your - well, his - shirt.

Handling crying people is fucking hard, how is Baji so good at this? You’ve seen Kazutora and Chifuyu have a meltdown on him often enough to be mad at the way he made it look so easy to calm them down.

You comforted yourself by considering the fact that perhaps Baji, despite having the smarts of a first grader, simply had more emotional intelligence than you’d ever truly need or want.

You wished he could airdrop you some now, though.

Racking your brain to remember what Baji did when Chifuyu or Kazutora started getting snot and tears on his shirt and sobbing so loud that you couldn’t think, all you came up with is that he’d stroke their hair and call them pet names.

Aight, doing that now. Treating an ex-con and a wanted criminal like cats. Fully reasonable. That’s a fully normal Thursday.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, get it out, crying is healthy…” Awkwardly getting your arms out of Kakucho’s and Kazutora’s iron grip, you manage to gently set them on their head, raking through their hair.

Your back ached.

You should move them to the couch, maybe they’ll calm down and you can slink away, sell them a lie you’ll go buy milk and just never come back.

No, Kazutora would see through that.

Hm.

“Hey, guys, let’s move to the bed? Sleep will help you, I’m sure.”

Kakucho’s legs refused to work, but Kazutora was capable enough to help you drag him to your shared bed, before both of the men immediately fell on the bed and kept crying.

Won’t this cause dehydration? Do they need more water? Perhaps more vodka? Would knocking Kakucho out and dealing with Kazutora only be ethical?

Probably not, Kazutora may disown you if you did that, he was always the more moral one in the relationship.

Luckily, shoving a plushie into Kakucho’s hands seemed to occupy him enough so his sobs calmed into whimpers instead. It was a rather small, blue cat, with a bowtie and a tiny suit, a gift Kazutora bought you to cheer you up after a bad day, but you suspected that was merely an excuse so he had a reason to add one more plush toy to his, frankly, absurd collection.

“There, she’s nice and fluffy, isn’t she?”

Kakucho merely nodded, hiding his face in the plushie.

Kazutora was laying next to him, calming down slowly and steadily, but his hands still shook, the only difference was that the tears streaming down his face were silent.

“Hey, Tora, want me to spoon you? You can be the little spoon.” Whispering, you move a strand of bleached hair to look at his face better, craning your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

Kazutora nodded, rather shyly, as if he didn’t spend most nights falling asleep halfway on you.

He curled up into you as soon as your arms locked around his waist, rubbing soothing circles into the skin of his sides, trying to make himself smaller.

He always did that when he was upset, seemingly wishing to become invisible, a habit stemming all the way from his childhood, and you truly considered hunting down his father and throttling him.

For now, though, you just wait for Kakucho and Kazutora to fall asleep.

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luvistqrzzz · 11 months

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THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 20::: Love, Y/N ( written::: 0.47K )

( warnings::: none )

This was a bad idea. This was the worst out of the bad ideas you've ever had but there you were again finding your way to Heeseung's locker, an envelope clutched in your hand.

You didn't know what putting "things right" meant but all you wanted was to apologize to him and after what he had said, talking to him face-to-face might just make matters worse (also sending letters was romantic and you were a coward). Needless to say, you had cursed yourself a countless times for your actions that day.

When you reached the locker, you quickly looked around your surroundings to check for any signs of him before slipping it past the slot and, quite literally, sprinting away in the opposite direction to hide behind a pillar.

After a while of waiting, you saw Heeseung approach from the distance. Your stomach did a sudden flip at his sight.

Now, the said boy was living in much the same dilemma, of how to walk up to you and kiss you talk to you. At least his friends had been successful on putting some sense into him.

Heeseung opened the locker only to find a big creme coloured envelope inside. He furrowed his eyebrows before opening it.

Inside it was a polaroid, tucked safely along with a letter. He took in a sharp breath. The polaroid of yours he took months ago. Your face bent down, a small pretty smile grazing your face.

Dear Heeseung or should i say 'mr.H'?,

So i kinda figured out you'll be the only who sent me this polaroid, im not wrong right? Cuz you have terrible photography skills! Im kinda sad that it's already fading :( i cant believe that it was one damned polaroid that lead me to you. But i wouldn't have it any other way

Moving on, lemme get straight to the point. Im sorry for what i did and im also sorry for being a coward and not being able to tell you this personally (also i figured you wouldn't wanna talk to me). Nothing can compare to what i did that day... and s*ngh**n told me that b4 i kissed him, i said that i missed you. Yes, you, Lee Heeseung. And ik our relation wont prolly get back to normal but i hope you accept my apology... its okay if you don't forgive me, now or ever.

But in the end, i like you heeseung. A lot. And i wish we could take more polaroids like this one, i wish we could document our lives in polaroids and when we get old we'll see those fading pieces of paper and laugh at ourselves.

- Love, Y/N.

From your crouched position behind the pillar you saw as Heeseung folded the paper and stalked the other way. It meant nothing, he was just walking away but why did you then feel your heart sink?

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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

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camyl0lz · 1 year

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0.9 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

genre : fluff, angst, crack, idol!au

Summary : 16yr old yn didn’t think the time would come where 16yr old beomgyu would leave yn due to “personal reasons” after dating for 1yr. Promising to keep contact, but never got a call or a message back. Yn decides to take the path she wanted to take and become an artist. What happens when they meet again? Would beomgyu remember her? Yn knows she would never forget him , I mean come on half of her songs are about him⁉️ imagine he stumbles upon Her songs because of his friends accusing him being under a rock. Hahahaha….

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“Oh my good this place smells amazing” you walk into the restaurant that jay had picked to meet up at with the rest of his friends but so far none hasn’t arrived, “I know right, I’m so hungry I can’t wait to eat” jay sits down right across from you while yunjin sits on ur left and yoon sits next to her leaving a empty space on your right “when is your other friends gonna get here” sunwoo takes a seat next to jay “I’m not too sure lemme text him”. “I swear if they take a whole hour or more to get here ima go absolutely-“ your smile dropped so fast “helloooo ynnnn?” I look at yunjin “BEOMGYU!?” I silently scream at her and looks at the Direction I was looking at “what the hell is he doing here, we’ll ion think he’s here for us. Hahah.” I look back at the group of boys and back at yunjin with a really face. ”ayeeee jay” some dude with really good sense of style comes up behind jay greeting him “ima go use the bathroom I’ll be right back” leaving before anyone sees me “ow” a deeper voice lets out, you look up meeting with a face so unfamiliar but so familiar ‘OH SHIT’ “my bad” you walk away going to the bathroom leaving the man confused with your attitude. Everyone takes their seats leaving one open spot next to yunjin “is there someone else here?” Hueningkai asked “oh one of my friends I don’t know where she went though” jay looks around “excuse me” yunjin gets up making her way to the bathroom “Yn what the hell girl if you don’t take your ass back out there were not gonna eat ! Aren’t you hungry?” Yunjin ask Yn who’s looking in the mirror redoing her make up saying nothing to yunjin “you’re not sad right?” You let out a giggle “of course not silly. Come on let’s go” you walk by yunjin leaving the bathroom she follows after. Yoon looks around for the both unaware of the both of you going to the bathroom, “oh there they are” yoon sees yunjin and you walking out the bathroom taehyun looks the way yoon looking at, shocked filled his face turning his face back to Hueningkai making sure he’s seeing what he’s seeing, kai too shocked to turn back to taehyun “hi guys! So sorry I took so long” you say while sitting down in your seat “omg finally can we order” sunwoo says with the most attitude voice ever, you roll your eyes. You feel eyes so many eyes looking at you makes you wanna throw up but the looks are mostly coming from your right side ”so you’re not gonna introduce her jay?” Soobin asked “oh right, this is my friend yn.” you wave at everyone giving them each a small smile “LIKE ACTUALLY?” Kai let’s out too loud, you giggle “yes actually” you’re not too sure if he’s saying that in a ‘thats her name?’ Or a ‘THATS YN?’ Type way well next thing you know it “I’m actually like a every big fan of you” he looks at you slightly embarrassed that he let that out “omg you know me?” It was quite shocking “yes I love your songs there so lovely” you tried your best not to smile hard but failed “ thank you so much that’s so sweet” jay coughs “are you guys not gonna introduce yourselves” looking at soobin “my name is soobin” he gives you a smile making his dimples pop out ‘so cute’ “I’m taehyun” he nods his head at you “I’m yeonjun” says the boy with the good sense of style “my name is hueningkai, but just call me kai” you nod and smile “my name is beom-“ “omg wait you’re the boy jay gave my number too?” You turn your head back to kai looking at him his face getting red from embarrassment “oh yes I am” he giggles nervously “alright yall here your food” the waiter comes before beomgyu can even continue talking.

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h0bg0blin-meat · 10 months

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"I miss him"

Note: This is just a draft-ish version of the fic so there might be sum grammatical errors and stuff. Kindly ignore em lol. Also lemme know in case yall want a Part 2.

“Vishie?”

Shiva knocked at the door of his friend’s room.

“Dude? You there?” he asked, awaiting a response.

A few seconds later, a voice, stern yet gentle, retorted, “Is the room locked from outdoors?”

“Uh… no.”

“Is it locked from the inside?”

Shiva checked it by turning the knob and pushing it, but it didn’t move. “Yes.” He confirms.

“Then of course someone has to be inside the room, no?”

“Well people can jump out the window and vanish these days, you know?” Shiva replied and cracked up a little by the time he finished his sentence.

The voice from the inside didn’t laugh crack up. The stern tone remained, which was rare, but not unusual. “You really think I’d do that.”

“Wha- I never said that!” Shiva was getting concerned. Vishnu had never been so annoyed by a joke. Now that was unusual. “Vishnu can you please open the door, at least? Please?”

The door knob clicked from the inside, and a second after the door opened. Beside it stood the Lord of the universe, his dark blue skin glowing as it bathed under the beam of the midday sun coming through the window of his room. However, his eyes were heavy, and his lips arched downwards. His thick black hair was matted, yet shiny as ever.

“Holy smokes what the heck, Vishnu?”

“What?” the blue-skinned divinity asked, deadpan.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Like… ever.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Saying this, he turned his back at Shiva and went back to sit on his bed. Shiva entered the room and closed the door behind him. Then he went and sat next to his friend.

“What’s bothering you? I’m really concerned right now.”

“Nothing.”

“Of course it’s something! Look at you!”

“What, I’m not allowed to have a bad hair day just because I’m a god?”

“And you’re getting annoyed easily. There has to be something going on in your head.”

Vishnu began to stare at Shiva now, who did the same. They maintained the eye contact until Vishnu broke it off with an exhausted yet restricted sigh, and dropped his head on his friend’s shoulder, to which Shiva put his arm around Vishnu’s shoulder and began stroking his long, wavy hair.

“I almost got a heart attack seeing you in this state. Please tell me what’s going on. And I found you haven’t been answering Lakshmi’s calls lately.”

“She called you?” Vishnu asked, only his lips moving.

“Yes. She’s concerned. I think you should give her a call.”

“Tell her I’m fine.”

“But you’re no-”

“Shiv I don’t have the capacity to debate with you so just do what I’m asking.”

“Okay….. but first tell me what’s going on.”

Vishnu remained quiet for about a minute, with Shiva’s curiosity peaking at the same time. Then, finally, the former replied, “I miss Ayyappa.”

Shiva’s eyes widened. He had almost forgotten about him. About the time he and Mohini first laid their eyes on him after birth. He had the eyes and lips of Mohini, and the nose and ears of Shiva. His cackling smile came back afresh into his memory, and so did the texture of his smooth baby skin. He suddenly recalled all of his and Vishnu’s son, the boy that they created to kill Mahishi, the boy that grew up to be one of the greatest heroes of all times. Suddenly, his quietness during this whole time was noticed by the other man and he was snapped out of it quickly.

“You didn’t say anything.”

Shiva stuttered. “I-.. uh..” he cleared his throat, not realizing a lump had formed in it during the time of his recollection. Quickly swallowing it, he followed by, “I miss him too.”

“Why did you stutter?” Vishnu asked, finally raising his head from his friend’s shoulder and looking at him directly in the eye.

“That was way too random bro you gotta admit.” Shiva replied with a hesitant chuckle.

Vishnu glared at him, but then looked down. “I know. But I miss him.” He looked back up at Shiva. “A lot.”

Shiva couldn’t help but stare at his friend, and his fatherly longing for his child. Unable to decide what to do, he held Vishnu’s head and brought it back to his shoulder, to which the latter gave in. He desperately required that kind of comfort, and Shiva knew it. He started stroking the blue-skinned god’s cheeks to ease the tension in his head, and then he replied, after a few minutes of no word-exchange between the two divinities, “We can…. Go see him if you want.” He said it with a raised eyebrow as he looked down at Vishnu to see his reaction.

Vishnu glanced up at his mate. “You serious?”

“Yeah, of course! We should be able to visit our child, no?”

Vishnu smiled and looked back down. “I’m not turning into Mohini though, or you’ll get all crazy.”

“HEY!” Shiva’s face showed disappointment.

“What, my true self doesn’t make you go crazy?”

“I mean…” Shiva shrugged, to which Vishnu pushed him and the former fell flat on the bed laughing. Vishnu couldn’t help but smile about it as well. “Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m not offended.”

“Sure.” Shiva replied with a smirk. He got up and sat straight on the bed once more. “So! When should we go? And how long are we going for?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Hey I can stay for as long as you want!”

“I wanna bring him to Vaikuntha and smother him with hugs and kisses!”

“Is this you or Mohini talking?”

Vishnu glared at Shiva once again, with narrow, annoyed eyes, to which the latter let out a smile. “So I have some motherly traits! Stop mocking at me for that!”

“Of course, darling.”

Vishnu raised his eyebrows. “What did you just call me?”

“Hey, I get to call me homie 'darling' without any raised eyebrows okay?” to which Vishnu abruptly kissed him on the cheek. Taken aback, Shiva’s face and ears flushed red, and he stared at his friend, who had a wide grin on his face.

“And I get to kiss him without him getting all flustered.”

Shiva cleared his throat and tried to revert to his stern demeanor. Closing his eyes, he retorted, “I’m not flustered.”

“Sure.” Vishnu smirked.

“When are we going, Vishnu?”

The askee gave it a thought for a hot minute. “Tomorrow?”

“Sure!”

To this Vishnu suddenly embraced him tight. Shiva was, again, a little taken aback at the sudden actions his chum was making, but then he embraced him back. “I love you man!” the blue-skinned deity uttered.

Shiva smiled at this and started stroking his friend’s back with one hand and his hair with the other hand. “Anything for you, mate.”

They separated from the embrace after a few seconds. “Right! Then um..” Shiva cleared his throat again. “I guess we should prepare for the trip then?”

“Sure.” Vishnu replied with a smile.

Shiva got off the bed. “See you tomorrow then!”

“Absolutely.”

With a classy salute, the former bid him goodbye and left the room, and Vishnu, finally, was a bit happier, knowing that he was going to meet his other son who he and Shiva left in the mortal world around 2 decades ago, face-to-face.

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kukuma-kit · 11 months

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Audacious Venerate[Teaser]

Lo'ak

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☆: * parings: College, Human! Lo'akx Human!Reader

☆: * warnings: some angst maybe, cursing, fighting, arguing, I think that's all? lemme know if there's more ☆: * Characters: Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Their chlid (Ali'Imalu, no that's not the baby's original name) ☆: * Wordcount: 744

☆: * Na'vi glossary: work in progress

☆: * Note(s): This will be a series! I atleast hope to make it a series, I wanna first release a Teaser of it tho to see how it'll go:) Prt.1 | prt. 2 | prt. 3

┷━━━━━━━━━ ●●● ━━━━━━━━━┷ ☆: * summary: Leading off to a bad argument with Ao'nung causes a scene with the boys, it this how y'all get close or do y'all just stay friends? You and Lo'ak never even knew each other, y'all eventually met through a mutual friend, kind of. Unless you call picking an argument with Metokaina's delinquent, is what you and your friend group call him, Ao'nung. Which was a month ago that you were arguing with that knucklehead.

You didn't sign up for it but it was the only class open, swimming class. Atleast you met a sweet girl, her name was Tsireya and she was helping you, you've heard of her from your times babysitting Ao'nung's little sister, Ali'imalu, Ali for short. That's actually how you met Ao'nung as well, wasn't really a great start either but Tsireya was very patient and extremely sweet with you.

"REYA! YOU'RE GONNA DROP ME!!" you wailed out in terror as she lead you to the deep end, she chuckled softly making you glare at her.

"Tis all right, I have you" She reassures you, and without knowing that Ao'nung and his friends were in the deep water as well. Seeing your protests, he comes over.

"you are not a good diver, maybe good at clea-" He starts off looking to the side till Tsireya splashed him with water making him glare at her.

"Ao'nung, be nice. she's learning" She defends you, accidentally loosening her grip which makes you slip and panic. "REY!" You started panicking and both the siblings go to get you but you almost pulled Tsireya down with you which lead to Ao'nung having to save you.

Trust me, you rather have his Rotxo dollartree ass holding onto. Which later on brought you to now standing on the outside bridge that connected to the gym and 8,000 building. Arguing with Ao'nung, more like insulting each other.

"You two faced fish lipped freak! You don't even know math!" you hissed.

"Atleast I didn't cling onto my sister and almost drown!!" he hissed back, no matter how many times y'all insulted each other, he never made fun of you almost drowning till now ..... Ao'nung quickly realized what he said, but you weren't paying mind to him. You were truly scared that day, it took you MONTHS to get back into that water, Ao'nung when helped. Although he would insult and poke at you, he could be nice but you were hurt. As anger threatened to consume you, Ao'nung tried to step closer but you stubbornly refused to let him get any closer, desperately holding back tears of both frustration and pain. "Don't." you spoke firmly, voice cracking. You couldn't even process your actions before it was too late. A loud smack against flesh echoed through the air, your palm stinging from the impact. Ao'nung backpedaled towards the railing in fear. Just then, the doors opened and your heart sank as you forgot basketball practice was in right now. Two tall lean, dark-tanned boys swaggered in, their muscles bulging beneath their clothes. One had dreads flinging across his face, the other's hair tied back in a sleek man bun. They were chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong, but you didn't have time to run off. "Dude, did you catch that insane trick shot?!" The younger sibling's excited voice trailed off as he noticed his older brother's intense stare at the two figures ahead. That's when you started bawling, Ao'nung grunted and rose to his feet. Lo'ak rushed to your side while Neteyam followed closely behind. Ao'nung received a fierce glare from Lo'ak seeing him try to get close as Neteyam checked on your well-being, the tension in the air noticable. "are you okay?" He spoke softly as he gave you your space seeing you nod, Lo'ak was fumming and he normally didn't care but it was Ao'nung, they just got into a fight last week and a half. "what? are you bullying girls now?" He huffed out as he gritted his teeth. You were quick to speak up holding lo'aks forearm softly."no, no..Ao didn't do anything, we're friends" you quickly reassure, making the two look at you in confusion as you motion to Ao'nung to leave. You began to explain to the two what happened, leading to Neteyam patting your back in comfort as you cry into your arms while explaining what happened. You didn't tell them the full story though, you didn't know them that well. It was getting late so you told them you had to go, surprisingly they also lived in the same neighborhood so Neteyam offered to walk you and Lo'ak agreed. __________________________________________________ Tried a new writing form, let me know how it is! This has more Ao'nung dialogue then my last 2 stories😭(you don't know how hard this teaser gave me a hard time) please do not use my stories, reblogs and feedback are welcome and appreciated !:)

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[Chapter 2 Act 6: Slapstick showdown]

Through all their travels and trials, there was only one Rogue left for the Delinquent Duo to get information from, and with that the duo took their search to the forest

“So terry-” GG asked before being shushed and cut off by Terry

“Be very, very quiet” he whispered

GG started again, whispering this time “So Terry, why are we here exactly, you didn’t really tell me much about this guy”

“Look, I’ll be honest, I could tell you everything I know and we still wouldn’t be prepared, just keep an eye out for anything out of place”

“Well that’s reassuring”

The duo continued to trek through the trees until soon, something caught GG’s eye, a flier of sorts nailed on a tree

“Well that’s peculiar…” GG thought as he took a look at it “weird looking wanted poster, " 'Weed season’?” he read, prompting Terry to cautiously turn around as a chill was sent down his spine, GG noticed a second flier below the first one and took a look at that as well “Toppat season?” at that moment the realization set in for the both of them

Terry, without hesitation tackled GG out of the way, a loud crash was heard and the duo saw that the tree now had a massive hole blown into it!

The two heard a deep, bellowing laugh as a tall,mustached, pie cut eyed figure emerged from the shadows, blowing out a wisp of smoke coming from his Boxing glove “Looking for me, Palookas?”

Immediately, the two got up, ready to fight “aww, why so hostile? Is that any way to greet an old friend, eh weed?” he japed as he rather aggressively bonked Terry over the head

“And you,” he said, Turning to GG, “We haven’t met yet, have we? Name’s Igor Inkwell!” he introduced while violently shaking the boy’s hand, practically throwing him through the air with every shake, making GG dizzy by the end of it “let’s just get to it, I’m here for your hides and I ain't leaving without em, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you one free shot, sound good, Toppat?”

“What’s the catch? GG questioned

“Well, if you don’t knock me out,” Igor chuckled, “I sure will… so whaddya say, kiddo?”

“Alright, lemme get a running start…” GG said, while backing up a good distance, getting into position before bursting into an electric sprint! Giving it his all and jumping before landing a flaming blow right to Igor’s face,he landed on the ground before opening his eyes to see the result, what he saw sent him and Terry into a shock, Igor’s head was gone! The duo were left screaming hysterically at what just happened, the sheer shock and fear overwhelming the two to unbridled proportions

Meanwhile, Igor’s head bounced to and from the trees like a pinball, soon landing, right back onto his shoulders, after twisting it back into proper position, Igor let out a hearty laugh that stopped the duo’s screaming “Not bad, little guy! Now, my turn…” he bellowed as he cracked his knuckles and began to wind up his arm

Immediately GG and Terry attempted to escape, “You see what I meant!?” Terry interjected “Yeah, what do we do?!” GG replied, as they swerved and turned about trying desperately to avoid Igor’s arms,”there’s not much we can do, we just have to keep running!” all of a sudden, Igor’s gloved hands stretched through the forest, chasing the delinquents

The fists stretched and slithered across the ground like a pair of snakes, soon enough, both of them were grabbed by the legs and reeled back to Igor, Terry tried shooting Igor’s arms, but the bullets simply bounced off!

“Tsk, Tsk, should’a known you’d be a coward, well if you’re not gonna fight fair, then neither am I!” he shouted, Tossing Terry aside into a large bottle marked “XXX”

“Let’s see how ya fare Toon against one!” Igor winded up his fist again, Hitting GG dead on in the face, he was sent flying across the woods, knocking into multiple trees and knocking them right outta the ground!

Igor took the opportunity to grab the trees, turned his mouth into a woodpecker’s beak and pecked the trees into massive wooden hammers

At this point GG was aware he couldn’t escape, especially not without Terry, so he dashed forth, dodging Igor’s hammers as he swung and threw them at the boy before GG leaped and landed another punch, this time in his Torso, but it simply stretched back like a violin string before flinging GG back onto the dirt!

“Heh, hah! That tickles!” GG tried many more blows, but his shocks wouldn’t conduct,he tried tossing flaming tree branches, but he simply ate them as though they were but spicy peppers! and with every last blow, Igor retaliated ten-fold,Stomping him, punting him, whacking him with a club as he yelled “fore!” by the end, GG was battered, beaten yet still standing

“Don’t know when to quit, do ya, doc?”

“Huff… I made a promise and nothing you throw at me is gonna stop me from keeping it!”

“Ugh, cut the sappy crap, before ya give me a toothache and let’s get to the climax already!” he yelled, grabbing a can of spinach from thin air and downing every last leaf,throwing his fist back as it turned into a massive ship anchor, and swung it at the boy with full force!

GG reacted quickly with a rocket jump to avoid the blow and began to lightning dash circles around Igor, but he knew this would only buy him so much time, especially as his fists would continually slam too close for comfort turning to things such as elephants, 10 ton weights, even entire cruise ships! “C’mon, I’ve watched tons of cartoons, think, GG, think!” all of a sudden, a smile spread across the boy’s face as he had an epiphany, running back into the woods once more, stopping when he felt was deep enough, then moving the electrical energy to his hands

“Trying to get away again?” Igor laughed at the Toppat’s escape attempt, before blowing air into both his fists growing them bigger than ever before launching them just as he did before!

What the gloved hands were shocked to find was that GG had managed to quickly dig an array of holes across the forest floor, sure enough, he stuck his head out of one of them,”yoo-hoo, I’m over here~!!” the boy taunted, prompting one of the fists to slam itself into the hole, but GG quickly escaped to another hole,”hey!” he shouted to which the other fist followed suit, the fists and GG continued this whack-a-mole game, until the hands decided to simply reach into the holes and scrambled to grab the boy directly

But soon GG emerged out of the hole, the hands attempted to give chase, only to find they were tangled into a tight knot! But Igor was far from ready to give up as his hands morphed into train tracks, GG was confused but then he heard the steam whistle blare loudly and immediately got running, Igor had turned himself into a train, spewing untold amounts of steam to steadily catch up to the lightning speeding Toppat, this chase continued until GG was mere inches from being flattened, but then GG rocket jumped high into the air and at just the right time as the train went over a cliff!

Seeing this, GG went and ran back to the bottle Terry was stuck in and poured him out,

“Did I ever hic say you’re like the brother I never had…?” he drunkenly mumbled

“No time for sweet sentiments! I know how we can beat that guy!”

Just then, Igor jumped back into the arena, “oh you’re gonna get it now, you screwy Toppat!” he didn’t hesitate to throw another punch, but GG quickly moved out of the way, carrying Terry over his head

Igor continued to fling his fists in vain as GG ran circles around before reaching into the man’s pockets and pulling out a pain reliever, to which he nearly instantly came to

“Ahh, what happened?!”

“How about I give you a recap?” Igor threatened, winding up another large punch, but GG reacted quickly and grabbed his fist!

Terry followed suit with the other fist, the two then proceeded to run and Jetpack respectively, stretching Igor’s arms as far as they could, “hey let go!” Igor shouted

“Well, if ya say so!” GG mischievously replied, prompting the duo to release the fists as Igor’s eyes widened in realization, the arms quickly retracted, ready to smack Igor with all the force he’d been throwing at GG this whole time, when all of a sudden they stopped

“Heh, well ain't you a stinker? Don’t worry, there’s not much I can do about this, but before I go,do you really wanna be rubbing elbows with that useless little runt of a weed?”

“He’s innocent! One way or another, we’ll prove it!”

“Hmmph, if you really wanna know the truth, why don’t you see where it all happened for yourself?”

GG was intrigued, but then the fists resumed and Igor was flung far away, much to the boy’s dismay, but then he noticed on the ground, a card was left behind,GG picked it up and it read “A. road 113”

“Terry, do you recognize this address?”

The cowboy took a look and his eyes instantly grew in surprise

“home…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[End of act 6]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung

A/N: forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink

Word count: 2.4 k

You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you. “Is it gone yet?” you whisper and he nods.

Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie he’s been wanting to see.You’re not a huge fan of them but you figured it’d be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.

He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.

You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.

It isn’t long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseung’s car.

“The brother was such an idiot. Why didn’t he just call the police?” he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)

“The police can’t stop ghosts.” you chuckle.

“Maybe NASA could’ve figured something out.” he grabs your thigh again, it’s kind of his thing. “I’m surprised you survived.”

“Yup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.”

He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go to my place.” he says and you frown.

“But all the boys-”

He cuts you off. “The maknaes aren’t there, they’re paintballing in Itaewon.”

You groan. “Fine.”

The boys’ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.

He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.

Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least there’s some peace and quiet.

Heeseung plops onto his bed. “Come here sweetheart.” he says with his arms out to you.

You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” you say and he chuckles.

“Nuh uh.” he says and sits up. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.” he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.

“C’mere.” he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.

He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.

You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didn’t want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that he’d be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.

You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and he’s delighted to find out that you aren’t wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. You’re already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.

Heeseung’s curious as to why you’re acting like this today. Usually by now it’d be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when it’s been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldn’t dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.

He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.

“Stop that princess,” he kisses your stomach. “Let me see you.”

You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. “So perfect.” he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

You’re already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.

He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.

“Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“I’ve never done this before.” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he kisses your knee. “Just relax.”

He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.” he smiles.

You feel your face heat up. It’s kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.

“I’m just teasing baby.” he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.

Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.

His fingers slip into the waistband. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Please?”

“You submit to me so well,” he nips at your neck. “I love it.”

His fingers find your slit and you whine.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers as he rubs your clit. “Did I get you that worked up princess?”

You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.

He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.

He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. “You ready for another one?”

You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers and kisses your forehead.

Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Feel good?” he asks and you nod. “I bet it does.”

He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.

“Wait what are you doing?” you ask him, shutting your knees. “I want to taste you,” he says. “Is that okay?”

You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything. “Yeah.” you nod and he smiles.

His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.

After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.

He chuckles. “Keep em open baby.” he uses his free hand to keep you spread.

He moans into you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

It’s so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.

Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you cry out.

His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.

A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and it’s the hardest you’ve ever came in your life. It’s like you’re floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.

Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.

“You did so good doll.” he kisses your cheek.

You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.

“Here let me go get you a towel.” he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.

“Wait we’re done?” you ask and he looks at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you say and he chuckles.

He sits back down onto the bed. “I didn’t expect that.”

You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.

He pulls it over his head with ease.

You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. “Can you fuck me please?” you ask him.

He smirks. “Your wish is my command.” he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.

He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.

“You ready princess?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.

“Ow ow ow.” you say quietly and he stops.

“You okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asks.

“It’s not bad.” you say through gritted teeth.

He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.

“Please start moving.” you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.

He pulls your hand away. “Be louder, I want them to hear you.”

“But-”

“Do as I say sweetheart.” he cuts you off.

Of course you melt under him. How could you not. He’s so perfect. He’s the type of boy that only exists in books.

“What a good girl,” he kisses your shoulder. “Look how well you take it.”

You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you can’t help but want to conceal your moans.

He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. “What’d I say about that? Don’t you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Speak up when I talk to you.” he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. “Do you like it when I’m mean?” he smirks at you.

“Yeah,” you admit, sheepishly.

“There you go again being all quiet, keep that up and I’ll edge you until you’re begging.” he threatens you with a good time.

“What if I want you to do that anyway.” you say flirtatiously.

He raises an eyebrow. “I can make that happen.”

His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.

The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, you’re better than anything he could imagine.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he kisses you. “You look so pretty while being fucked.”

He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.

“Just like that.” you whine.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks you.

“So bad,” you say out of desperation. At this point you don’t care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

He smiles. “How could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.” Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

“What the fuck,” you swear at him.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimper. “I take it back. I need you.”

“No take backs sweetheart.” he tsks.

He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.

“Heeseung please,” you whine. “Please I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have, but I like doing this to you.” he kisses you. “Who knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.”

You pull at his waist. “I need it.” you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.

He sighs. “I’ll never win.” he kisses you again before pushing into you.

“Fuck yes,” you moan in relief. “Faster please.”

Thank god he listens to you.

You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart,” he says lowly. “Be a good girl for me.”

And just like that, your whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know; like it’s your mantra.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.

You don’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m so sorry pumpkin I-”

“No no it just felt really good,” you giggle. “I didn’t even know I started crying.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had you know.”

You laugh. “Stop it, you sound like a man whore.”

“Just being honest.” he smiles and pulls you into his arms.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

“What is it?”

“Jake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.” you say, wide eyed.

“Yeah probably,” he says “they probably got off on it too.”

Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.

He cackles. “I mean wouldn’t you?”

You think to yourself. “Yeah I probably would.”

#enhypen smut #Heeseung smut #Kpop smut

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