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deepflowerruins · 4 months

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when zoro is heavily injured

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WARNING - heavy spoilers ahead, bloodshed, crying, starving.

characters - straw hats, brook, rolling pirates (lola and her crew), bartholomew kuma, gecko moria.

short summary - scenario of the post thriller bark arc, reader is a part of the straw hats. brook still hasn't joined.

their fight was already over, the straw hats together with brook defeated gecko moria. but they didn't realise there were more of problems in front of them.

A big man dressed in white and black clothes holding a bible in his hands appeared before them. he looked absolutely terrifying.

"guys, don't freak out, but I forgot to tell you that, he is bartholomew kuma, he is yet another warlord and has come to annihilate us on orders of the government." nami said. everyone was already tired, the fight with gecko moria went on for 4 days. they had not eaten till then. facing yet another warlord was difficult for them. luffy had already passed out from the exhaustion by using gear 3.

"just leave it to me" arrived a voice from behind y/n. she recognised the voice, it was zoro's. he was ready to fight although he was himself not capable of it. "zoro, you're already-" y/n was cut off by zoro "I have to do it for luffy" he said.

"don't you dare zoro!" she screamed back. they were distracted by their talks, while kuma was prepared for his attack. he compressed a lot of air. if he let's it out, it could probably cause the whole thriller bark to fall over.

kuma let out his attack. wiping everything and everyone out. the intensity of his attack caused everyone to black out.

after a while, y/n got up, she ran around very places to find zoro. she finally found him. rocks shattered, blood spilt all over him. he was barely managing to stand up.

"z-zoro?" tears fell down her eyes. they traced down her cheeks and reached her cleavage as she holds zoro.

"h-how did this happen?" she asked while sobbing. but the brave swordsman replied "nothing happened"

"chopper!" y/n called out for the ship's doctor. everyone ran and came to the origin of the voice. zoro fainted in her arms as he couldn't hold himself anymore. chopper quickly gave him the first aid and ordered some rest.

everyone sat in the mansion. ready to enjoy their win, but y/n couldn't celebrate it anymore. she sat silently in the room next to where zoro was lying. without eating or drinking anything. how could she eat when her lover wouldn't?

she patted his head "get well soon, zoro" she said as once again tears rolled down her cheeks.

it had soon been the whole day, but zoro wasn't awake yet. robin came inside the room "y/n, you don't wanna eat?" she asked. "no, I am just fine, I am not hungry."

"do you realise that it's been 4 days since we did not eat anything? It will be almost 5 in a few minutes" robin spoke "it is because of zoro?"

"yeah, how can I eat when he didn't?" y/n replied. she was ready to give away her life for zoro and so would zoro do.

"just make sure you don't spoil your health, or else zoro won't be happy once he wakes up!" robin giggled and left the room.

it was almost 3am in the morning, when zoro opened his eyes "hey? zoro, you awake?" y/n asked happily. he sat up on his bed and gave a tight hug to her "yeah, now I am" "how are you feeling now? do you want me to call chopper so he can check up on you?" "no it's fine, I am okay now that I am with you!"

their fondness and happiness was unmatched. soon zoro noticed that y/n looked pale. "why are you looking so pale?" "ah, it's nothing, just some tiredness" "sure?" he asked for confirmation "yes love, sure"

the next morning, they were awake earlier than others. y/n went ahead to the backyard to sit with zoro who was training. soon sanji along with others, came running to check up on zoro

"my lady, any treat you would like? I will make it right away" sanji asked. "oh, whenever and whatever zoro's eating" she replied. "oh, yeah, I have been hungry, it's been days since I last ate" zoro said.

sanji went ahead to the ship's kitchen since the mansion's was already destroyed due to the fight. he quickly made some delicacies and presented it to them. "thank you for the food" y/n thanked.

as soon as they were finished, they all boarded the ship along with a new member. zoro went to the deck. "hey, usopp! why did y/n looked so pale earlier?" he asked his fellow crewmate.

"ah, we did many things to make her eat but she just wouldn't eat without you! she went hungry for 5 days insisting that how could she eat without you?" he replied. zoro was really upset.

although he knew her well, but he didn't expect her to go hungry since she is fond of eating. it really made him worried about her extent.

he dashed to the crow's nest where she sat, "y/n?! why did you not eat these past 5 days?" y/n was speechless. contemplating how he got to know. he quickly hugged her and said "do you know how upset I was after I heard that?" he said silently. holding her figure in his arms. "just how could I eat without you?"

"me not eating doesn't mean you shouldn't love, it's not about showing your extent to me or others to prove how much you love me, i understand you did it out of love, but you should take care of yourself because I'd be really upset if you don't. you know it well"

"and i still haven't forgiven you for that fight!" she giggled and gave him the tightest hug ever.

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analogwriting · 5 months

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 6: Tidal Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.7k first|prev|next

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Law turned to look at you and, in that moment, it hit you just how close the two of you were sitting. He took you in, concern spreading across his face. “You’re really pale for just a few scratches on the face,” he said. You shrugged. “I’m fine.” Then your door swung open and you were yanked out of the car. “Ack!”

“Y/n!”

You were met with a pissed commander. The world was spinning slightly, but you pushed it down. You were going to relish in this moment. “Good afternoon, commander,” you said with a sly smile. The same kind the commander loved to use. You saw the fury in his eyes and he tossed you into the car.

You stumbled, expecting to feel the cool metal of the car but was met with Law’s firm chest instead. “Oh, hello. Didn’t see you there,” you mumbled, a little delirious from bloodloss. You were fine. It was fine. “Holy shit, y/n. Why didn’t you tell me you were stabbed this bad?” Law looked at the gash in your side and you shrugged. “Had to win. Didn’t want you to worry. ‘S fine. Just need some food n’ water.”

Law held you up with a sigh. “You’re impossible.” You snorted. “I thought I was incredible.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” the commander piped in. You looked over at him. “Oh right. You’re still here.”

“What is the meaning of this?” he spat. You looked at him. “Meaning of what?” Commander Lindsay was seething. “You winning. There’s no way in hell that you won. Not with your time restraint.” You just shrugged, smiling lazily as you leaned heavily into the doctor next to you.

“You must have cheated.” The commander stepped towards you and Law stepped in between the two of you. “They didn’t cheat. There’s no way we could’ve cheated. We won fair and square. I’d even say with the odds against us.”

“Then how did you win? You're pirates? You've never driven before!”

You groaned. “What is with everyone and assuming I’ve never seen a fucking car before? For ocean’s sake. Like, I’m not even really a pirate. I just travel a lot.” You left it at that, couldn’t go airing out your own laundry now.

“So you lied.” The commander was not letting this go.

“Not my fault you played the assumption game and lost.” The look in the commander’s eyes, you could tell he was fighting the urge to absolutely kick your ass but you were right. You had won fair and square.

A devious smile spread across his face as he surely thought of pulling the wool over your eyes. “Alright. However…there are two of you. Which isn’t fair. We’ll let y/n make the decision. You both get your freedom but-”

“His ship and crew.” You didn't hesitate. You knew what he was going to say. You knew he was going to pull that shit from the beginning. He was a textbook bad guy - easy to read and predict. You’d been thinking about it since he had first told you about it. Law's head snapped in your direction. “Y/n.” You held a hand up to silence him but kept your eye on the commander. You pushed off of Law, standing on your own. The world was spinning but you weren’t letting it get to you.

Kemel’s face fell. “B-But we have your necklace.”

You blinked. “And?”

“It's your people's prized possession.”

“My people? I don't believe I know what you're talking about.”

“The necklaces are sacred among your people. An extension of yourself.” How the fuck did he know so much?

“Listen. I don't know what the hell you think I am. Or where you heard all that mumbo jumbo but it was just a random necklace I found at a market.”

The commander was angry again. “That bastard,” he mumbled. You were honestly panicking on the inside, but you had a feeling from the beginning that something like this happened. You’d been planning on playing it off then you can sneak in later and get it. If they thought it was nothing, then they wouldn’t guard it as much, right?

“Seems someone fed you the wrong info, huh?” You just wanted to know who the hell gave him the info.

“Well, we're still keeping it. Just in case you're trying to lie.”

You shrugged. “Keep it. Throw it away. I don't care. Give us his ship and crew.”

The commander sulked off, but there was a fire in his eye that claimed he was about to kill someone. At least it wasn't you guys. “At least he’s a man of his word,” you mumbled.

You looked to Law. “Well, that was fun.” You felt yourself grow woozy again and Law stepped forward, catching you as you almost fell. You thanked him, standing up again. He frowned as he looked at you, clearly worried.

He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly-

“CAPTAIN!!!” “BOSS!” “Y/N?!”

You looked over to see the crew rushing towards the both of you. You barely had time to process what was happening before you were pulled into a group hug. A flash of white came across your vision as your wound was pressed into and you almost passed out.

“Careful! Y/n is injured!” Law started pushing his crew members away from you and you felt yourself beginning to fall before Law caught you. A marine came over and Penguin held you up while Law’s cuffs were undone. He rubbed his wrists and sighed. You looked at the marks they left on his wrists and frowned deeply. “My eyes are up here,” Law’s voice brought you back before you had the chance to spiral. How did he know?

“You’re bleeding!” Bepo’s voice rang out, concern spreading across his face. “I’m-”

“I swear, y/n, if you say you’re fine one more time, I’m going to let you die.” Law suddenly lifted you up in his arms and you yelped in surprise. “Let’s head back before they decide to lock us up again. I’m sure there’s a grace period.” He was back to sounding like a captain again. He probably also had more energy now that those damn cuffs weren’t on him.

Once boarded on the Polar Tang again, it was immediately submerged. Law wanted to put as much distance between the island and the submarine as possible.

However, you were antsy about that. You still needed to go back for your necklace. The commander was right. It was so important to you. It was sacred. It contained something that you can't exactly live without. Not effectively anyway. Not without losing your humanity.

Right now, he was currently stitching you up with the help of Bepo. You already had bandages on your cheek and the bridge of your nose.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Bepo said after Law finished up. They had also given you a snack and some water, so you were feeling much better and the color was returning to your skin. You looked towards the polar bear, guilt creeping into your chest. That’s right…Law mentioned he cried after you left. That he was worried about you.

“I’m sorry for disappearing on you like that, Bepo,” you said softly, frowning. You took his large paws in your hands. “I won’t do that again, okay? I’ll always make sure to say goodbye first,” you said. He looked at you and nodded. “O-Okay!” He smiled widely at you.

That night, they threw a party - a celebration for surviving and for winning. Once you entered the room where it was being held, the iconic duo immediately came to your side, pulling you in. They apparently had a bunch of things to catch you up on.

While you had been in recovery the last time, they had taken turns reading a romance novel to you. Which you didn't remember because you weren't conscious but as soon as they spoke about it, you remembered. Comas were weird. They were telling you what happened in the next book. It was very juicy to say the least.

Eventually, the anxiety began to eat away at you. The further you ventured from the island, the more you worried about the success rate of retrieving your necklace.

“Y/n.” You looked up as Law said your name. Then he nodded towards the hallway, signaling he needed to talk to you. You simply nodded, dismissed yourself from Shachi and Penguin, and headed towards the hallway.

“You look troubled,” he said once you were down the hall a bit. How was he able to read you so easily? It’s like he always knew what you were thinking before you even finished a thought.

“When are we surfacing?”

“Eager you leave?” Law scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Can't stand us that much, huh?”

“It's not that!” You looked at him in somewhat of a panic and guilt appeared on his face. He knew how much you cared about the crew now. He hadn’t forgotten what you said to him in the cell those few days ago. It was meant to be a light joke, but his voice didn’t carry the sarcasm like he meant for it to.

“I know. I know.” His voice softened. “You need to go back, don't you?”

You nodded, looking at your feet.

“The necklace is important, isn't it?” You nodded again. “So what he was saying was true.” A nod.

“I just don't know how he got that information. How did he know who I was?” Your voice was soft and there was a hint of fear. You were terrified. If people were starting to catch on to who you were, it was only a matter of time before they put your face to your bounty. You wouldn't be a secret anymore. And everyone around you would be in that much more danger. You just hoped that this little fiasco would throw them off your trail.

“What's so important about the necklace?”

You looked towards him. “Well, when we're born, a necklace is forged using stones from deep below the ocean. Not exactly sea prism but another kind of rock that only is found near my island. We are known as friends of the sea. Our people have a very deep relationship with the sea.” You pause, not wanting to bore the doctor.

“Anyway. Each necklace is embedded with a sort of…magic. We can place things inside and draw them out at will. But only us. And I don't mean my people. Only I can access my own necklace. Mostly because in order to withdraw, it has to be me touching it and I have to imagine what I want to withdraw.” At this point, you were just talking and rambling. You weren’t sure if things were making much sense, but you couldn’t stop the word vomit coming out of your mouth.

You glanced at Law, expecting him to look bored, but he looked the opposite.

“A-anyway. Long story, short. There are some very important items in there. And something vital. I can't survive right without it.”

Law nodded. “Tell me. Does it look like this?”

Lo and fucking behold, he pulls your necklace out of his own hoodie. He takes it off and holds it out. You stare for a long moment in disbelief. You looked from the necklace to Law to the necklace again. You slowly took it in your hand. The stone glowed slightly as you put it over your head. The glow grew brighter, spreading over your chest before it the light seemed to disappear into your chest. Law watched with bewilderment. “Amazing,” he mumbled.

You felt a wave of calm wash over you as you stabilized once more. Only for emotion to take over and you threw your arms around the man before you. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes and you sniffled. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

You pull away, wiping away your tears. “Sorry, sorry. I'm all over the place. When I’m without it for a while and then get it back, my emotions run rampant.”

It took Law a moment to process what happened and he cleared his throat. “Don't say sorry, it's not your mistake.”

You paused, looking at him. You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. Did he just…use your own words against you? Had you said it to him before? You don’t remember but…you hadn’t heard someone else say those words to you in so long. After all, it was something your father told you. You sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“Y-Yeah…” Your voice was barely audible. You didn't know what to say. You looked at your necklace, recollecting yourself a little. Then you realized. “How did you?”

He shrugged. “Snatched it up when we were being shuffled from the workstation to the track. Someone just carelessly left it on a desk.” You blinked, staring at him. “Couldn't find a good time to tell you.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “But I could've picked the necklace instead of the crew.”

He shrugged. “I said I trusted you, did I not?”

“I forced you to say that. You were ly-”

“Who said I was lying? Who is the one assuming things now?” He smirked at you, a cocky grin that usually you wanted to punch him for, but not at this moment.

This time he shut you up. You looked from him to your necklace to him again. You smiled at him. A warm, genuine smile that he had never seen before. “Thank you, Trafalgar Law. You've done more for me than you know.”

He stared at you for a long moment before his brain seemed to turn back on. “Y-You’re welcome, y/n.”

He looked at you for another long moment but you were busy looking down at the necklace that donned your chest once again. “Join my crew.”

“What?” You blinked, looking at him - eyes wide.

“Join my crew.”

You stared at him. You wanted to accept. You wanted nothing more than to stay with Law and see what happened. To explore with him. To figure out why you felt the way you did. The familiar, faint memories that seemed to tease you from time to time.

“I can't…” You still had some loose ends to tie up. You still had things to take care of. Just like Luffy, you were also working on becoming stronger. There was something you had discovered that you needed to practice with. You were on a hunt for answers right now.

“If you're worried about us getting hurt, you don't have to worry. We can take care of ourselves.”

“I know that but…”

You thought for a moment. “I'll tell you what. The next time I see you, ask me again. I will take it as the fates telling me to join you.” Honestly, you knew the fates were telling you to join him now. What were the odds you kept running into him after that fateful day at Sabaody? That he saved your life and you saved his. That there was this pull you felt to him and a familiar tingle that tickled the back of your mind every once and a while.

But, you weren't ready yet. You had some things to figure out. Some things to confront.

Law looked at you and nodded. “I'll take it. But know, the next time I lay my eyes on you once more out there, I won't be letting you go so easy.” You blinked at his words, feeling your heart race. Did he mean to say it like that? Was he aware of how he was sounding right now?

He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, backing away and towards the door. “Someone with your jack of all trades of skills would prove quite useful.”

You looked at him, blinking. Well, that was a 180. Was he trying to seduce you to get you to join and decided to drop the act now that you had somewhat agreed? You never know with this guy. He was a puzzle himself. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Asshole.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say to help yourself sleep at night.”

“Let's get back to the party. Don't want to worry everyone.” You nodded, following Law back to where everyone else was.

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kittiwittebane · 8 months

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PART 4 of ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS/BOYS

My guys, I’m sorry for the delay on the third part. Life hurts.

ANYWAYS

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Hunter breathed in. Glandus High School entered the halls of Hexside High. Glandus was a superior school, much more sophisticated and smart than Hexside. But there was one thing that Hexside had over Glandus.

The sport industry.

Hexside had some of the best sports players over all of the schools, so much so that private sporting schools have offered to take them in for scholarships. And this week was the annual Hexside VS Glandus sporting event. As the schools representative council president, Hunter introduces the other school to the newest looks of Hexside to the year sevens of the new year. This year, Glandus was confident they’d win the year seven sporting events, because of one student. This student goes by the name of Cheetah. His real name was Breygen. He was the sportiest person that Glandus High had. The reason for going by Cheetah was because he was extremely fast. Hexsides fastest person was Hunter. He just went by Hunter though.

“But what if I lose?” Hunter murmured. “What if I am not good enough?” the blonde boy put his head down. He’d seen Breygen run. He had rightfully earned the name ‘Cheetah’. He flopped against his locker in the boys locker room, slumping the ground. He quickly got up after hearing someone enter. It was the boy side of Boscha’s group. Hunter sighed exasperatedly. The boys entered, but Hunter avoided them.

“Did you see that Breygen guy run? He outran ALL of our contestants! They’re letting him enter other races!” One of them exclaimed.

“I heard he’s going in the all-out running race!” Another declared. Hunter shuddered. The thought of losing for the school after winning every race in his year up to now was horrible. He put his head in his hands.

“I think he’s faster than Hunter!” he recognised a voice. It was his only “friend”, Callum. His head shot up.

“Oh yeah, if Hunter embarrasses our school he’s going to know about it.” Xavier hissed. “He’s fast, but he’s pretty weak. You can’t have both.”

“Didn’t he dislocate your girlfriend’s jaw?” Callum asked. He heard Xavier shove something against the lockers.

“Just because he did, doesn’t mean he is strong! He is a weakling! Have you seen how malnourished that boy looks? Boscha should have been council president, not him.” Xavier hissed. Though he could not see, he could hear choking sounds. Spluttering and coughing.

“Let him go, Xavier.” One of the other boys said. A grunt came from Xavier before he dropped Callum. Callum breathed in heavily, making up for lost air as the other boys walked to their lockers. Hunter walked around the lockers, walking out as fast as he could, hiding his face even though he was recognisable by his yellow suit.

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Hunter changed into his running clothes, and took one of the breathing exercises Willow had taught him. He sighed and walked out into the field. He saw the people he was up against. Marcus from Glandus, Apollo from Hexside, Javier from Hexside, Lucky from Glandus, Bo from Glandus and of course, Breygen from Glandus. He knew that Breygen was his only real competitor. The others he could beat easily. He looked over at the bleachers, and he could see Willow looking proud. He beamed at her and he felt like his face was already red. To his surprise, Raine was in the crowd. Raine had said they’d come but Hunter hadn’t actually expected them to come. He hoped he could win this. Maybe Belos would be proud of him…

For once…

Hunter lined up on the field, readying for the 800m all-out race.

(For those who don’t know, an all-out race is where everyone, no matter what year or age can enter.)

He steadied in the lineup position, and when the whistle blew, he ran. Swiftly, he made it to 100m far in front of everyone, even Cheetah.

Everyone said he was fast. Hunter thought. Why is he behind everyone?

At the 300m mark Hunter began to lose his breath. And by the 600m mark he was exhausted. But he kept going. That’s when it happened. Breygen, formerly at least 100m behind everyone sped up. He passed Hunter and the blonde boy gasped in surprise. Hunter gathered all of the energy he had and was tying with Breygen. Breygen however, had more energy than he did. Breygen crossed the finish line before Hunter did and everyone went wild.

Hunter congratulated Breygen and found out that Breygen was in fact pretty nice.

“Hey, uh.. congrats.” Hunter scratched the back of his head as he spoke to Breygen. Breygen smiled at him.

“Nice doin’ a race a’ainst ya.” Breygen put out his hand to shake Hunter, who was more focused on Breygens accent than anything else. He didn’t seem to pronounce the letter ‘g’. He shook Breygens hand and smiled.

“You are the first person to beat me.” Hunter smiled kindly. Breygen smiled back and Hunter swore he saw a flicker of a smirk in the expression. He shook his head. He’d lost the race.

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*End of the school day*

Hunter packed up his things and Willow came running up to him.

“You were amazing today!!” She hugged him and he went red.

“MhmmHmmM thAnks.” Hunter wanted to smack himself as the biggest voice crack of all time slipped into his speech.

“I didn’t win though.” Hunter said. Willow snorted.

“I don’t care, you were amazing and you aren’t going to convince me otherwise.” She stated firmly. Hunter chuckled at her. She felt her heart beat fast, delighted to have been responsible for Hunter being happy. Hunter’s happy face quickly changed.

“Belos…” he mumbled subconsciously. Willow’s interest sparked at the mention of the mayor of Bonesborough.

“What about him?” She asked him. He didn’t respond. His heart started to beat rapidly, and things began to run through his mind.

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Belos tugged on Hunter’s earring.

“That hurt!” Hunter cried.

“Crying is for weaklings!” Belos yelled, ripping the earring out. Hunter cried out in pain, using his hand to wipe blood from his freshly nicked ear.

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“I promise I can do better-“ Hunter started before Belos stuck a butcher’s knife into Hunter’s right cheek. Hunter once again, cried out in pain. Blood dripped from the wound, not a slice but a skinning. A small section of his right cheek had been skinned and sliced.

“DO BETTER?!” Belos screeched. “DON’T FAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

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Then Hunter imagined how things would go.

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“Uncle, I won all the gold medals in running except for this one, please don’t hurt me!”

…… and then silence……

“You weren’t supposed to fail……”

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Hunter closed his eyes, not wanting to know what he thought would come next.

“Hunter??” Willow worriedly shook the boy, who was stuck in his mind.

“No!” He said out loud.

“Hunter, talk to me!” Willow wailed. “You’re scaring me!”

Hunter snapped back to reality, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Willow, and broke down. She hugged him tightly.

“Everything is ok. Everything is going to be okay. Whatever it is, it will be ok.” She murmured into his ear. Such calming words she spoke, yet Hunter could not get himself to believe such a thing. For he knew it would be ok. He would not be ok. Nothing would be ok. Suddenly the loudspeakers announced something.

“Students of Hexside and Glandus. As you all may know, the winner of the 800m all-out race was Breygen from Glandus.”

Was……?

“However, a student caught him drinking a performance enhancing substance, yet to be identified. He had been stripped of all of his medals. The winner of the all-out race is now our own president of the SRC, Hunter Wittebane!” The entire hallway looked at him, and cheered. He laughed in his pool of tears, that of which had been overtaken by tears of happiness. Willow had magical words. She was right. It was going to be ok.

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Willow had decided to walk him home.

“Thank you for being my friend.” Hunter looked at Willow with admiration. She looked back at him.

“Anyday.” She grinned. He stopped, gazing into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes locked with his, and his former plan to tell her to let him walk alone from here was abandoned as a new one took over:

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Willow breathed out, and tightened her hands.

“Any time.” She murmured. He just watched her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest somewhat calming. Her presence, in fact, was calming. Just being with her.. was calming. Like he could do no wrong. Like no one could hurt him. Like he was safe…

“I’d better go now.” He said, breaking the silence between them. She looked at him hopefully, like she was waiting for something. Something then sparkled in her eyes. A sparkle he had seen before. Many times. But he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You ok?” He asked. She nodded, smirking.

“You’re just so cute when you care about me.”

Hunter went redder than Amity.

“WhAt?” He asked, his voice deciding to crack again. Right in front of her.

“I said, you’re cute.” She repeated. “You’ve heard me compliment you before.” She giggled. She gave him a flirty look. “Never been called cute before?” She raised an eyebrow. Hunter just froze. She’d done this before. A couple of times. But this felt different. Together. Alone. He could so easily just..

He coughed awkwardly, unsure of how to react. Willow seemed very pleased with the reaction. She ran her finger across his scar.

“Well?” She asked.

“nO.” Hunter squeaked. Willow got onto her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He couldn’t formulate a sentence after that.

“I have- uh a go home I huh hehe.” Is what he managed to say.

“Why don’t I walk you there?” Willow asked. Hunter looked loopy.

“Hehe ok.” He said not really sure what he was agreeing to.

PART 5 OR NOT LIKE THAT WILL BE AN ASK-OUT DATING ONE I THINK >:3

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #huntlow #willow park #winter #the owl house #toh #dana terrace #Huntlow kiss #Huntlow cannon #HEL YA DAY KISSED #>:D #>:3

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centrally-unplanned · 1 year

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How much do you know about Dien Bien Phu? I, as a typical American, know almost nothing except that it was a major French disaster, that eventually led to the American Vietnam war. However, i fell into a YoutTube rabbit hole, and it changed my perspective. I think it was one of the most impressive marvels of combat logistics, planning, and ingenuity in military history.

The French made some major blunders, but i think it's important to un derstand why they put a major airstrip in a valley surrounded by mountains: The French Foreign Legion considered it a complete impossibility that the Vietnamese could put artillery on the mountains. From that persepctive, the fortress at Dien Bien Phu was an amazing idea. A well-supplied forward air base that is basically impregnable allows you to completely dominant the war. The French could have operated with impunity. The battle-hardened French military and engineers were absolutely certain that no one could move artillery up to the rim of the bowl - at least without modern equipment. Its not like these were guys fresh out of the academy, these dudes built the Maginot line, they fought a full-scale modern war, they were phenomenal engineers. They climbed the Alps, the fought in Fortress Europa. They knew their business. They were safe in their elevated bowl.

Instead, those hard little fuckers in the pajamas pulled post-WW2 field artillery pieces and modern AA batteries up mountains with their bare hands and some effing ropes. They did the impossible. They proved, once again, that wars are won by planning, logistics, and hard fucking work. Bravery is great. Genius is great. Strategic and tactical mastery of excellent skills. But being a good logistician and being willing to dig forever will win more wars than anything.

That, and SPEED. The moment the French extended themselves too far, the Viet Minh were ready. They exploited the advantage lighting fast.

I am just so impressed by the Viet Minh achievement at Dien Bien Phu, and would love to find more information on their side of things. Just incredible what they did.

Sounds like you know more than me! You can just make this your own reblog you know, no need to bury your essay in the illusion of the ask ^_^ We like essays here!

For my own thoughts I know some, I guess I can share a few:

-Okay, bear with me; there is a Malcom Gladwell essay about the Full Court Press strategy in college basketball from 2009 (absolutely *chef kiss* start here) which digs into the "effort vs ability" paradigm. Now Gladwell is as always full of shit, don't listen to him on the object level question of how effective the FCP strat is, but the paradigm is a good theoretical tool - that in a lot of places you don't expect, effort can substitute for a lack of ability and close disparities. In the essay he discusses T. E. Lawrence's attack on the city of Aqaba (which he overly credits to Lawrence over Auda Abu Tayi or the other British advisor, Stewart Newcombe, but w/e), which was heavily defended on the coast but its artillery batteries didn't cover the desert in the rear - why would it, its hundreds of miles of barren wasteland. The insight of the Arab Revolt forces barely counts as an insight until you see it the right way - just cross it anyway! The enemy has a greater 'ability' in firepower, which can cover a dozen approaches, but not all of them - so if you ignore the gigantic human cost of crossing the desert, you obviously attack the weak point. They just didn't conceive of enemy willing to essentially suffer that much, the Arab Revolt's true strength was apply effort in quantities the Ottomans were unwilling to consider. Dien Bien Phu is the same - the French were essentially correct that hand-dragging artillery pieces into the mountain ridges was virtually impossible, the British or the Chinese wouldn't have done it. Insurgencies are built on the principle of effort overcoming ability, though - if they had the ability they wouldn't be the insurgency. These are the gaps that insurgencies hunt for, where the enemy treats you like a 'normal' army and assumes you wont simply grind away at the problem. Dien Bien Phu is the moment where that gap emerged, and the Vietminh were ready for it.

-The other point is to downplay this a bit, in that whenever you see a stellar victory you should always look at the other perspective; if it happened, maybe it wasn't that low odds. The French in Vietnam were a classic case of War Without Strategy - after WW2 France was a broken state being built from the ground up, America had ruthlessly pushed the Western European powers into paring back their imperial ambitions, and the domestic populace was sketchy in its support at best. France had set up the State of Vietnam as a quasi-free nation, something they did have hopes for in the 1940's but by 1954 its lack of viability was on the wall, yet France could not diplomatically admit to that fact. As such into the 1950's France had minimal strategy - French commanders were simply aiming to not-lose and save face for their eventual return to Europe.

Individual ideas would bubble up - like the idea behind Dien Bien Phu, baiting the Vietminh into taking huge casualties attacking it as part of the "hedgehog" strategy a la Na San in 1952. But notice how this...isn't a strategy? If *inflicting casualties* was gonna win France the war it would have been over 5 years ago. It has a hint of a strategy, sure, but in the main its an idea born of the fact that France was unwilling to commit the resources needed to actually have a chance of winning, but was unwilling to admit defeat, and was filling the gap with hail mary's.

The fact that the Vietminh had already fought a similar battle at Na San, lost, and was able to learn lessons for when France offered a repeat is telling; their victory is maybe not that surprising in this light. France could afford few defeats and had no capacity to end the war, the Vietnamese could afford endless defeats and were bent on fighting for the long haul. Of course such a grind would eventually, probabilistically, tip in Vietnam's favour and hand them the victory they needed; in a sense France was hoping for just that, an excuse to withdraw. Dien Bien Phu is the logical culmination of the politico-strategic balance of the two forces.

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Marinette "Valkyrie" Wayne

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ao3 link (completed) Valkyrie’s suit

Pairing: Marijon

Rating: G

WC: 1k

The next day, since several JL members were there, there was a briefing on Batman's progress in finding Ladybug. He’d spoken with former holders, but no one except Chloe knew LB’s identity, and she wasn’t talking.

Of course, there had to be another alien invasion during the briefing, when only a fraction of the JL was there at the front lines. On the plus side, at least they were at the front lines and could hopefully prevent damage that occurred between their transport to the scene from the Watchtower.

Everyone suited up and called in backup.

The first to arrive were Constantine, GL#3 (Guy Gardner), Dr. Fate, Martian Manhunter, Zatanna, Fire & Ice, and Supergirl.

Flash and Kid Flash ran over and soon almost all the JL and Titans were there.

Most of the battle took place in the air.

Batman couldn’t help but hope Ladybug would come out of retirement to defend her city again.

However, she was currently on top of the Eiffel Tower as Valkyrie, taking out alien ships, and using her knives to cut essential parts. Whatever her knives were made of, they were strong enough to cut the alien materials.

Red Robin wondered how she knew which parts were essential but was too preoccupied to ask.

Then, a bolt of energy fired from one of the ships hit the Tower and knocked Valkyrie off, sending her plunging to the ground. Wonder Woman was on a lower ring of the Tower and tossed her lasso out to snag Valkyrie on her way down.

“NO!” she screeched.

Diana understood– she wouldn’t like to be falling so many feet if she couldn’t fly, either.

But the lasso began to glow more than normal – oh wait, that was Valkyrie.

Diana’s hold on her lasso loosened in her shock, and Valkyrie hovered midair.

She sighed heavily. “Why now,” in a monotone voice.

A white, pulsing light blinded everyone. When they looked up, Valkyrie was glowing with a bright frequency. Her eyes were a burning blue, her hair was defying gravity and her skin appeared burning gold from the inside out, she was in a white catsuit, and she was flying.

Pulsing multi-coloured orbs of light and energy hovered around her hands.

With a burst of speed, she flew up to the leading alien warship and spoke in an eerie, unsettling voice.

“I must defend my land. You will not win against me, for I am Guardian. I’ll give you one chance. Leave peacefully, and I will spare you. Go, now.”

To everyone’s shock, the ships actually turned and left, the few fighters who had been deployed to Earthbegam beaming back up to their ship.

Guardian stayed hovering and ready to fire until the last ship was out of sight. Then she turned and flew down the top of the Tower. Her index finger touched the tip and a bar of light spread down the sides and across Earth, fixing all the damage that had been caused.

The light dimmed, and Valkyrie reappeared. She slid down the side, hopping off into Superboy’s hug. He picked her up in a bridal carry and she rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted from expending so much energy at once.

Batman cleared his throat behind them. “Valkyrie, what was that?”

“Uh, I got hit by an alien energy bolt and fell off the tower and then sent the aliens off with my super cool new powers?”

“Try again, Ladybug. That damage reversal sure looked a lot like your old “Miraculous Ladybug” cure-all.”

The JL and TT members not involved in the drama were shooed off by the Bats and the ones that remained gathered in the JL’s temporary Parisian HQ. Batman led the conversation.

“So, would you like to explain some things to us, Valkyrie? Or should I say, Ladybug?”

“Not really, no.”

“Let’s start with an easy question. Where is the vessel?”

Valkyrie lifted her shirt to show the tattoo. “I am the vessel.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Mullo, Trixx, Nooroo, Pollen, Plagg, Duusu, Tikki, Kaalki, Sass, Stompp, Roarr, Daizzi, Longg, Orikko, Fluff, Ziggy, Wayzz, Xuppu, Barkk, divide.”

With each name said, the Leaguers’ eyes bugged a little more. The Kwami flew protectively around Valkyrie.

“As to why I never told you and hid my previous ID, I knew you’d act like this, all suspicious. Because it’s magic and you don’t understand it except that it's immensely powerful and I’m just a teenager. It’s none of your business, and none of you understand the Order’s ways anyhow.”

“...so why did you reveal it now?”

“I didn’t want to but I didn't want to see the world end again more.”

“Um, again ?”

“Different timeline, won’t happen again,” Valkyrie waved off Superman’s concern.

“Diana’s Lasso unbalances Trixx’s and my illusion magic and upsets my balance, which is why I fainted that time we sparred and was revealed today.”

Batman stood up.

Two long knives formed in Valkyrie’s hands and she slid into a defensive position.

Red Robin and Robin side-eyed each other. They knew they hadn’t hallucinated weapons appearing and disappearing.

“Calm down, Valkyrie. Just because I dislike and don’t understand magic doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I want you to give up your…Kwami,” Batman soothed. “I just wish you could have trusted me.”

Valkyrie turned invisible, and when she reappeared, she was hugging Batman.

Dick and Damian in particular were enamored with the Kwami. Tim got too annoyed with trying to figure them out, and Jason was a little cold because Plagg and Tikki created the Lazarus Pits. Cass got along well with Nooroo and Sass, and Steph squealed at the kwami cuteness overload. Babs liked them okay but the more…energetic kwami got on her nerves, reminding her of the Waynes’ antics.

Jon was just relieved Marinette didn’t have to hide them anymore and that he didn’t have to keep yet another secret.

Nowadays when Valkyrie went out, she used her powers seamlessly, terrifying the criminals who encountered her and frustrating her family, who continually got pranked by her. Sometimes she used multiplication to be Delphi and Valkyrie at the same time, and sometimes Supergirl Jr. joined Superboy in Metropolis on date night.

#ali writes #Fic #marijon #Marijon week 2023 #M“V”W #Dcxmlb #Mlbxdc

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duck-in-a-spaceship · 1 year

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say it back: Chapter 4

Ayyy we made it to the end folks, and you know what that means: It's time to find out who wins our dumbass game of gay chicken. Place your bets now!

Summary: What if when House tells Wilson he loves him, Wilson says it back?

Well, naturally they turn to humor until “I love you”, “I love you too” becomes the most convoluted, gayest inside joke ever. And then of course they realize they mean it.

Word Count: 1607

Warnings: None

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Chapter 4: Off-Script

House runs into Wilson.

It’s not his fault. He simply wasn’t expecting his best friend to be lurking just around the corner like the world’s worst Halloween decoration. Yet Wilson’s there all the same, awkwardly steadying House so he doesn’t fall over, grabbing onto his arms before disaster strikes.

House stares at him, mentally recalibrating. His face is surprisingly close to Wilson’s, and the idea half-forms into his mind to say those words again. Just to fuck with him.

Instead he blinks, and swats Wilson’s hands away. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Shhhhh,” Wilson hisses, swatting the air like he can bat away House’s words. He cranes his neck to look around House, spying out for Cuddy, probably. Once her absence has been confirmed, he looks back down. “What am I doing?” he repeats incredulously. House notes that he hasn’t stopped whispering, stupidly enough. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t you hear? I’m having sex with you!” House raises his voice, and Wilson gets halfway through shushing him again before he seems to realize that it’s a pointless endeavor. He’s right.

Instead, he runs a worried hand through his hair, doing a little spin before he faces House again. “That- that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Cuddy thinks we’re dating right now.”

House nods, eyebrows knitting together in mock concern. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m the one that gave her that impression. Not the guy that kissed me. Wait, maybe I have that backwards…” He starts to walk off as he talks, heading for his office, which was exactly what Wilson would be doing if he actually wanted privacy. Wilson immediately trails after him, seamlessly continuing their conversation.

“Alright, fine, but I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking.” A sideways glance over at Wilson reveals that he’s gone red again, as if the sudden stuttering wasn’t enough of a clue. He points an accusatory finger at House. “You, on the other hand, you’re always thinking. You have intent and agendas and manipulations.”

“Is your argument really that you accidentally kissed me? That’s the best you got?” Sometimes House wonders how he, who got his degree in Lying, Trickery and Deceit at Harvard, was friends with Wilson, who shared every secret he’d ever been told, very often including his own.

“That’s… not what I said.”

“So then you’re just arguing it’s my fault you kissed me.” House punches the button to the elevator with his thumb, leaning against the wall. “You know, Wilson, it’s important to take responsibility for your actions.”

Wilson sighs heavily. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re the one that started this when you started parading around in front of Cuddy.”

The doors to the elevator slide open, and they wait for its occupants to shuffle out before stepping in to fill the space.

“What do you care, anyway?” House asks once they’re in the elevator, doors safely shut in front of them. “Half the hospital thinks we’ve been doin’ it since we’ve both been here.”

“They- what?”

“Uh duh.” House makes a show of leaning in towards Wilson, punctuating his point. “Are you- and I have to ask this for medical reasons- fucking blind.”

Wilson huffs, refusing to meet House’s eyes and instead looking around the elevator, clearly frustrated. He doesn’t talk again until the doors slide open and they step out into the hall. House silently notices that Wilson doesn’t even make an attempt to turn towards his own office, not even subconsciously. He just follows House into the next set of doors.

“Well why don’t you care? Do you- do you want them to think we’re..?” He trails off, making a vague set of gestures that House knows he should be interpreting as dirty, but he honestly can’t figure out how.

“Fixing a car engine?” he guesses instead.

“No, not that. What? Y’know…” Wilson trails off again, before apparently summoning the courage for what he has to suggest. “Doin’ it.”

“Oh that. I thought that was a wrench and- Nevermind.” House waves a dismissive hand through the hair, smiling at his own pretend naivete. Then he shrugs. “I mean, maybe I do. You know, near death experiences really change people. Maybe I’m gay now.” He approaches his desk, but lingers off to the side instead of sitting down. It’s not like it’s his first time sitting at it since he almost died, but it would be the first with Wilson present. House decides to stand.

Wilson points at him, suddenly triumphant. “So you did see something!”

Oh goddamnit. House pinches two fingers together, holding them up in front of his face. “Little bit.”

“What?” Wilson presses immediately, leaving no room for hesitation. “What did you see, House?”

In a sweeping motion, House gestures across the entire room. “I saw this. Well, sort of. There was a different differential on the board, nice white void outside, you were-” His cane taps against the side of Wilson’s leg. “-a little more to the right.”

Wilson doesn't move. He looks up at House. “I was there?”

“I’m about to reveal the secrets of the afterlife to you, and you want to know about yourself?”

“Well sorry I don’t have more questions about the white void. What happened, House?”

House shrugs, as if it was a question hardly worth answering. “Exactly what you’d expect. You wanted to know what the hell was wrong with me, I hit you with my cane, you called me an idiot.” He half turns to his desk, smacking one hand against the back of the chair. “Then we made out, right here.”

Wilson chuckles, half turning away from him and shaking his head. “You know, if you’re just going to lie to me, we don’t have to do this.”

There’s not much to say to that. House raises an eyebrow.

Wilson falters, his eyes suddenly going wide. “Wait, really?” House nods. “You-? We? Right there?” Another nod. Wilson presses a hand against his forehead, reeling from the shock.

“And for the record, you kissed me.”

“Dream me kissed you,” Wilson corrects, but he sounds absentminded. He turns back to House. “I mean was it… was I…?” he trails off, once again waiting for House to finish his sentence, or simply infer his meaning and continue the conversation from there. House refuses. “What did you think?”

“Seven out of ten.”

“Seven?”

“Are you offended because that’s too high or too low? Because I’m just being honest, and honestly you were a little too-”

“Is that why you said it?” Wilson’s dropped his hand from his head, dropped the sudden shock. He’s just standing there, looking at House. When there’s no response, he takes a couple steps forwards, closing the gap between them. House has the urge to sit down. “After you woke up, when I was getting you more pain meds and you said- you said you loved me. Was that the meds or was that…?”

He trails off again, but this time House couldn’t finish his sentence, even if he tried. Was that because of the near death experience? Because he kissed Wilson, in some version, in some way? Because he really meant it?

“Yeah,” House says.

“I love you.”

House leans against the desk, points his cane at Wilson. “That’s my line.”

Wilson shrugs, breaks eye contact. “Maybe it’s time we go off script.”

There’s a lot he could say to that, too much, actually. Possibilities spiderweb off in House’s mind, overwhelmingly vast, overwhelmingly vital. There’s no audience, there’s no jokes, there’s no game, there’s no performance, there’s not even a script, not anymore. The curtains are closed, they’re sitting backstage.

There’s just Wilson, standing far too close and not close enough, hopelessly and hopefully genuine.

“I love you too.”

Wilson steps forwards again, enough that they’re standing toe-to-toe, that their faces could be pressed together if either of them had the willpower for it. Wilson stares at him with that sort of careful curiosity he so often possesses around House. It’s the look he always gives him when House comes barging into his office, utters the first insane words of a sentence, and Wilson has to figure out where he’s going to go next.

House had never realized it, but apparently it’s the look Wilson likes to give people before he kisses them, too.

The kiss is gentler than Fake Wilson’s had been, or at the very least more hesitant.

There’s a hand on House’s face again, holding him like it thinks one of them might break. His lips are soft, softer than the fake’s, softer than House had been able to imagine, apparently.

He reaches out and grabs Wilson’s waist, curling his fingers into one of his belt loops, pulling him close so he can deepen the kiss, can cast aside some of that gentleness.

Wilson gives in for just a moment, lets House pull him closer, presses harder against his lips, right before he pulls away entirely.

It’s over a moment too soon, this time House is certain.

And sure, he gets it. They’re in a room with walls made of glass, afterall, and just a couple of minutes ago Wilson had been getting antsy about a kiss on the cheek.

House is still mourning the fact that they’re both wearing clothes, but he gets it.

“We should go off script more often,” House suggests.

Wilson laughs, that small chuckle he loves to indulge in around House, the one where his head dips down a little and his eyes crinkle with humor. "Well, we never were very good at having a social contract."

Then he’s kissing House again, and, yeah, he could get used to this.

Point to Wilson.

#house md #greg house #james wilson #hilson #house md fanfic #writing #my writing #fanfic #this chapter is a little all over the place ngl #but thats fiiiiiine #we're just here to have a good time #also i rlly like how the dialogue turned out #theyre so fun #silly little guys

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 9 months

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The War

(Totally not the whole thing that started this series as it was the First thing I thought of- :^)

Written: August 2nd, 2023 around 11:30 pm

(There’s a reason I kept this longer from you guys ;)

(I was planning on sending this on Bak’s deathnday. But here I am early)

You blinked as the sounds of quiet murmurs passed through your ears. Only bits and pieces of memories flashed through your drowsy mind. You grunted as you began to sit up from something you laid on, rubbing your head. You couldn’t remember what had gotten you here in the first place. However your eyes stopped on a TV, a news reporter talking over a fight? Your eyes widened as you watched explosions and large black tenticles swiped at them. Your heart fluttered painfully ‘King’ you thought. Looking at the bottom of the sall screen, you read the location of the fight that by the looks of it, was in a district not far from you. Quickly you moved to your feet before hearing a door open. “Oh she’s awake!” you heard a small voice say, opening a window you quickly stepped onto the ledge “WOAH! Deary! Get Done From There!” You heard the voice that belonged to Recovery Girl enter your ears. Looking back you shouted “I have to help them!” Before turning and diving off the roof. The sound air pushing past your body invaded your ears as your hair swept over your face. Raising your hands, a powerful gust of wind sent you shooting as you closed your arms and legs against your body, making yourself straight as you looked down slightly. “Y/N-CHAN!” You heard Eri call for you. But to no use because you knew your love, Bakugou, was in trouble.

If only… things were so simple.

The next parts, you could only remember by each, short, dark, heartbeat

The sounds of explosions and yelling

You rushing past every building with your quirk

The flashes of light and waves of ash filled clouds

A far away sight of the battle

The winds making your eyes tear up

‘Come On!’ You shouted in your own head

You dropping onto the rubble of what used to be road

Your quickened breaths as you forced your stiffened and burning legs to move

Running past a building to see what made your heart jump

His blonde hair stained red as he jumped through the air, his movements more rigid and jolted from the pain you could see littering his body.

You running forward to help, the sounds of shouting from next to you.

A hand grabbing your arm “no! It’s too dangerous!” someone whispering in your ear.

You not saying a word as you fought out of their grips, seeing Bakugou hurt and needing your aid.

You once again running, your hands ready to save him.

A bone chilling smile on Shigaraki’s face as something black began to kreep from your beloved’s back.

‘SLICE’

“NOOOO!” Your screams filling your ears as you watched blood spray into the air.

Your huffing and panting filling the silence as you watched Bakugou’s body being thrown. Whipping your hands up you covered his body and pulled him towards you. Dropping and sliding on the hard, rocky, floor. Bakugou’s body gently dropping on your lap. His breathing falling short as his eyes were seeing stars. Your teary eyes dripping upon seeing his wounded face. “King? Hey baby it-it’s going to be okay-” You breathed heavily as you rubbed his hair “Shh, my baby you’re going to be ok. I-I-I promise I-*cough* I love you.” Your voice fumbled as your chin and throat trembled. Bakugou’s last moments blurred through your tears. “I-I- love you too-” he (Oh- T^T hold on I’m bawling my face out now) he coughed and choked as blood came from his throat. “I-I can see- All Might *Cough, it- doesn’t hurt- I-it looks nice heh..” His exhale longer than it should be, making your throat close up more as thorns rippled through your flesh. Sniffing hard you rubbed his face “Baby boy, I- love you don’t you forget that. I-I’m sorry I wasn’t-” “y/n- I-I win-” he said in a quiet, rough, whisper. Your eyes jolted as your tongue got stock in your throat “B-Bakugou?” His eyes had lost their light as only his half as bright, red, ruby, eyes were looking at you and the sky. You made a whining noise that rumbled as your mouth trembled. “No- no Bakugou-” You leaned down, touching foreheads with his still warm body (Damn its so hard to write with my teary eyes-). Your heart aching as you heard nothing more. You inhaled his scent that was barely a fraction of what it used to be, looking over you gasped and covered your mouth as tears filled your eyes, closing them tightly shut you inhaled as though a dog had when it stepped on something sharp. A loud whine came from your closed lips as the sight of his torn open chest played through your mind.

“..heh, a present for little brother-” The monstrous voice suddenly filling your ears. You stopped, feeling frozen as you slowly looked up at the standing bag of fingers and crusty flesh. His matted hair blowing in the wind as he dared to breathe the same air Bakugou had exhaled. The feeling of a coldening weight now filling your fingertips as the people rushing around you didn’t make you break your dead eyed focus on what was Shigaraki. You clinged to Bakugou’s body as you took in a dreary breath.

(Now… this story can go two ways….. Which path will you chose? Completely understandable if you leave or decide bellow. As…. I know I’d rip Shigaraki limb from Limb. But as the Bible says, let vengeance be for God and God alone. Or as Jesus said to those who tried to stone a woman to death for committing adultry, ‘Let he who is without sin. Cast the first stone.’ And with that they all dropped their rocks and walked away.

But dear reader- you are not Jesus or God. You’re human and we have to choice of free will which is why bad things happen. So…. What I’ll be your decision? After you choose, follow that SPECIFIC STORYLINE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENS!!)

One… the path of REVENGE

WARNING!!!! Blood, gore, death, murder, homicide, and torture because well- now you’re the villain 😈

You’ve lost hope…

You are mad and angry or even have bloodlust

The easy and darker path

You will make this Fucker PAY and AVENGE Katsuki King Bakugou!!!

(Honestly my choice because I would want revenge…)

PT 1:

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PT 4: https://www.tumblr.com/dynamitedemonlord999/724783510204858368/revenge-pt4?source=share

Two… the path of MERCY

You, still have hope

The hard but justly path

You hurt, but use your pain to push though, to endure

You feel sad for Shigaraki

You will SAVE Shigarkinand everyone you can

(Damn you’re a strong person… Kudos for you to be so selfless and loving. I was too damn mad and heartbroken to chose the good path)

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#bakugou x reader #mha fanfic #too many damn hashtags #cat bakugou #cat bakugou x reader #Happy Death Day Bakugou 💔

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The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

#lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #moreau #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #angie and donna #donna beneviento #angie and donna beneviento x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader

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rottingsullengirl · 2 years

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PART TWO TO THIS DRABBLE.

| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — drabble.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal x fem!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — heavy angst, established relationships, post-movie.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — 1191 words.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — heavily requested part 2 to this drabble. you guys asked for a part two so i am delivering! i’m sorry to say that my bruno madrigal one-shot is probably the last one that’s going to end happily on this blog. :)

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — a week after your argument and the ending events of encanto, isabela is finally ready to try and win you back no matter what it takes. (you have to have cooled off by now right?) unfortunately she discovers some startling news upon arrival to your place of work.

“I don’t think I can do this, Mirabel.” Isabela sighs out shakily, soft brown eyes looking at the bakery up ahead. Her entire body feels cold, pretty eyes wide while sweeping along the open windows. In her trembling hands she plays with the engagement ring tossed at her chest just a day over a week ago. The soft feeling of a hand squeezing her shoulder draws her gaze towards a sympathetic looking little sister. “I said…the worst thing I could have said to her…What if she doesn’t forgive me?” Her soft voice cracks just a bit, brushing back the streak of green in her dark hair.

Mirabel sighs out softly, hand falling from her older sister's narrow shoulder. “Y/n loves you more than anything. Years and an engagement ring isn’t just something you can toss away.” Isabela’s tense shoulders relax, brows threading upwards. Her sister wears an encouraging smile across her lips and nods towards the bakery. “Buuut…it wouldn’t hurt to grovel a little bit.” She chuckles a bit when Isa gently nudges her with a light rolling of her eyes.

Breathing out a deep breath, Isabela turns back to the shop and gives a firm nod. Glittering eyes fall down to the ring, her brows threading up tighter and soft frown forming into a thin line. Nodding in a determined manner, she places the ring through one of the vines wrapped around her arm. She feels her heart pounding furiously within her chest, quicker than the words forming pleading and profuse apologies in her head.

She chews gently on her bottom lip, pulling open the door. A small bell jingles above her head, her eyes sweeping the shop. It smells amazing in the air, the scent of fresh baked bread and pan dulce entering her senses. And the air is so warm, like a weighted blanket around her frame. Isabela’s heart pangs with more guilt recalling the day she met you in here.

There’s enough guilt and regret in Isabela to fill an entire ocean. And whether you forgive her or not she’s unsure it will ever completely go away. Deep down Isabela knows you’re more than likely to forgive her, she’s blown up on you other times and the moment you saw her you’d run into her arms after a day or two apart. This time the fight was the worst, she said the worst.

You’re likely to forgive her even with the words she said and the words you said, but she’ll never be able to forgive herself. Isabela can’t believe you were going to propose, and with her favorite crystal. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes multiple deep breaths in and out while balling up her hands down in front of her. No matter what it takes she’s going to make this up to you.

Whether it takes a village of flowers or apologies until she loses her voice. She can’t be without you—why did she have to say something so stupid? You’re her soulmate, Isabela has never felt what she’s felt with you. Your soul has entangled with her’s, held it in it’s embrace since the day she met you. Of course Isabela loves you. But she just feels so stupid for not loving you above her abuela’s standard of perfection.

Isabela is going to marry you. She’s going to make you her wife. She’s going to live the life she’s always wanted with you. The love she didn’t even know she wanted until the day she met you.

“Isabela?” A soft feminine voice speaks out. Her eyes shoot open and she jumps with a soft gasp to see your mama standing with a tray of fresh baked bread. The beautiful older woman holds a jarring resemblance to you. It constantly reminded Isabela that your beauty really is everlasting. Brows rising gently, she blinks back softly. “What are you doing here, mija?” She questions setting the tray in the display.

Shifting on her feet, Isabela blinks back rapidly. You didn’t tell your parents about your fight? If you did there’s no possible way the woman could be so kind to her right now. Not knowing your fiery parents. So why does she look pleasantly surprised? Stepping towards the display, Isa inhales deeply before she puts on a polite smile and drops her hands to her side.

“Is Y/n here? She works these afternoons doesn’t she?” She questions with a light and sugary tone on her soft voice. Isabela looks at your mama with an expectant but polite expression.

A bad feeling sinks down Isabela’s already aching heart at the way your mama’s pleasantly surprised expression shifts. Her brows thread together gently and her lips part, tugging off her oven mitts and placing them on the counter. She leans against the counter with a soft shake of her head. “What do you mean? I thought Y/n told you.” She says with confusion bleeding through her voice.

Reluctantly, Isabela shakes her head with her expression falling. “No…” She slowly trails off as your mama’s eyes widen just a bit. “Why? What happened?” Worry begins to leak through her thumping heart and into the melting pot of guilt and regret. Your mama breathes out softly and pushes off the counter, her eyes falling down evidently confused. “Señora L/n?” Isabela says with a bit of impatience, not liking the way this is going.

Blinking softly a few times, your mama lifts her head and looks into Isabela’s soft brown eyes. “Mija…Y/n left Encanto with her hermana. They moved to town.”

“W-What?” Isabela stammers out with her jaw dropping and eyes going wide.

“I—I thought you knew, Isa. It was very last minute but—a week ago Y/n just said she’d be joining Brenda. She said she told you, that’s why I’m surprised you’re here. I’m sorry to hear about the split…They both left before the miracle incident, thank…”

Your mama’s voice begins to grow muffled and distant. You left. Her breathing grows shallow and quick, hand going over where her heart threatens to leap out of her ribcage and through her flesh. Soft eyes are the size of dinner plates, brimming with tears as her head shakes. The nearest town is a two week trip away. You had mentioned Brenda was going to leave to live there with her husband.

Live there. Permanently.

Isabela doesn’t realize she’s collapsed to the floor, not even when your mama and Mirabel run to either side of her.

Grasping at the blue fabric of her lace dress, Isabela leans into Mirabel’s arms while tearing the engagement ring from the vines entangling her arm. Sobbing against her sister's chest, Isabela grasps the ring in her fist so tightly it begins to painfully dig into her skin. Her aching heart shatters into a million pieces while the fact that you’re gone settles into her. She didn’t get to apologize.

This was her last straw.

All because she couldn’t give you the open and happy love you deserved—you craved—now you’re gone. She’s just lost the love of her life without so much as a “goodbye”.

How could she be so stupid?

#encanto #rottingsullengirl #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela x reader #isabela my beloved #lesbian isabela #encanto isabela

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

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lovetorn · 3 years

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soccer game [roommate!dream au]

pairing: dream x f!reader

summary: roommate!dream watches your college soccer game

w/c: 1.3k+

a/n: turning this into a mini blurb series maybe? if people want it? lmk guys!! enjoy this :)

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“Is he here?” Your best friend, Niki, asks. You shake your head, looking at the bleachers, unable to spot your 6’3” roommate, Dream.

“He probably won’t even come. I only mentioned it last night and I heard Sapnap telling him they had plans with the team today, so I don’t know,” You say, tightening the laces of your soccer boots. You ignore the looks Niki gives you.

Your coach clears his throat and after he catches the attention of the rest of the team, he begins.

“Ok, this is our biggest game of the season. We have to win,” He says and there are multiple cheers from your teammates in reply.

He reads out the team list and soon enough, the referee is blowing his whistle. You stand from your spot in the team circle and shield your eyes from the sun to try and search the crowd for Dream. With no luck, you sigh and run onto the field to take your position.

You look over your team, clad in black and white, and then over to the other team who are in red. The first half goes by fairly quickly, despite it being 45 minutes long. The score is 9-7 to the other team and your teammates are starting to get annoyed by their dirty plays.

As you run off the field, you hear someone call your name. You turn to the right and see Dream, dressed in a white hoodie, black jeans, and socks and slides. You roll your eyes at his choice of footwear and grab your water bottle before you jog over to him. Breathing heavily, you stop in front of him.

“You came!” You exclaim, smiling brightly at him, ignoring the way your chest warms at the sight of Dream wearing your team’s colours. Dream nods, his hair falling in his eyes. You almost reach up and brush it to the side but he beats you to it.

“I did! The plans with the team fell through and there was nothing to do so, here I am,” He smiles. The idea that you were a second option makes your stomach flip, but he’s here. You smile up at him, your hand moving to rest on your forehead to block out the setting winter sun.

“Well, thanks for coming—I know it’s not as exciting as your team,” You take a sip of your water bottle. “But at least you actually came”

“And you’re actually pretty alright at soccer,” Dream teases, flicking your forehead. You scrunch up your nose and slap his hand away.

“Yeah, thanks.” You joke, swinging your arm that holds your bottle, back and forth.

Dream laughs. “No! I didn’t mean it sarcastically—I knew you were good at this but—ugh.” His head lands in his palms and you squint at him. The tips of his ears are red and when he pulls his face away, his cheeks are tinted pink. You choose not to comment.

“I got it, Dream,” You laugh, taking a few steps backwards. “Listen, I gotta go...” You throw your thumb over your shoulder.

“Yes! Sorry. See you after the game?” He asks as you turn around, giving him a thumbs-up behind you. Your gaze drops to your boots as you return to your team who are all standing, ready for the whistle.

“Whose that?” A girl in your team asks, pointing at Dream’s retreating figure. You turn to look back at him, your eyes following his broad shoulders.

“My roommate.”

“Is he single?” She giggles.

You nearly choke, but scoff and laugh it off. “Very.” You don’t miss the way she shares a look with another girl and the pair start giggling together.

You brush off the odd feeling in your chest and glance over your shoulder until you find the blonde again. He sits in the middle of the bleachers, his hands on his knees and his gaze on you. Your eyes widen and you face your team again. You suddenly feel self-conscious in your uniform and start noticing all the areas that are slightly too tight. Pulling at your shorts, you place your water bottle back with your bag and rejoin the team before the referee blows his whistle indicating the second half.

You exhale slowly, ready for the next 45 minutes of intense gameplay. Taking your position on the field, your eyes fall in the direction of Dream. You nearly miss the sound of the starting whistle and the other team kicking off.

Sprinting up the field, you take the ball off of a blonde girl in red and dribble it towards the goal. You pass it across the middle and Niki kicks it at the goal. Although, the goalie is too quick and stops it before it can hit the back of the net. You groan and look at the sky.

You jog backwards to watch the goalie kick the ball into the air and feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately become hyper-aware of them. Dream’s gaze is distracting—but nonetheless, you run up the field, again, and call for the ball before kicking it into the net. This time, the goal lands and the referee blows his whistle to mark a goal. Your eyes widen and you throw your arms in the air, laughing. Your teammates run towards you, giving you high-fives and side hugs, before moving back into their starting positions.

You stop yourself from glancing at Dream, but you’re too excited. Your eyes meet his and you notice his bright smile. He gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes playfully, grinning back at him. The vibrancy of green eyes watching your every move keeps you on your toes.

The game continues like this for a while—your team scoring goal after goal and only letting in 2 from the other team. The game rolls to a close and you’re exhausted. Your coach subbed you off in the middle of the half and then put you back on with 10 minutes left—which is when you scored your second goal of the game. The adrenaline that coursed through your veins is wearing off now and the full extent of your tiredness is hitting you.

The whistle is blown to signal the end of the game and then you’re cheering again. 14-11 to your team.

After celebrating with your team, most of the crowd had dispersed from the bleachers and the other team left. You grab your bag and water bottle from its spot on the ground next to the bench and laugh at something Niki says.

You hear your name, deep and loud, and lift your head to see Dream, again. You bid Niki goodbye and make your way towards the blonde.

“Why are you still here?” You laugh, falling into step beside him. You notice he's walking towards the car park.

Dream digs around in his pocket before he replies. “Need a lift home?” He smiles, dangling his keys next to his head.

You giggle and nod, shoving him lightly. "I would love one." His hoodie under your fingertips is worn, and the intention behind him wearing it causes your heart to race slightly.

“Did you like the game? I know it drags on forever and it’s boring at times but—”

Dream mumbles your name. “I really enjoyed it, it was fun,” He then says, his face dusted pink. “And you were really good.”

You almost don’t hear the last part, but as soon as you catch it, you feel your cheeks heat up. “Oh, uh, thanks, Dream.”

The silence that hangs in the air is comfortable, but an underlying vehemence leaves your head buzzing and your skin on fire.

"Maybe I'm your lucky charm," He grins cheekily, his voice back to usual with a hint of cockiness. "Since you only scored goals when I was there."

You roll your eyes. "Shut up."

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

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word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

#ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x y/n #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima smut #ushijima fluff #haikyuu smut

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bemylord · 3 years

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truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

//~~//

:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)

#kuroo x reader x kenma #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu poly au #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo smut #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume smut #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #kenma kozume scenarios #kuroo oneshot #kenma oneshot

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enhypia · 3 years

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SN ; bestfriends

bestfriends answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: kim sunoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

words: roughly 1.3k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - sunoo speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold- both reader and sunoo speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi i'm sunoo!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're bestfriends~

[okay, you guys were invited here today as bestfriends for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yup!

we'll probably answer everything honestly

but we're still drinking

*they high-five

[how long have you guys been bestfriends?]

for about 5 years now?

6 years if you include our dead period

*sunoo laughs

[dead period?]

it was a time where our label as 'bestfriends' was basically dead

it was a year where we weren't in the same class and both of us found new friend groups

we still talked but i could count all the times we hang out that year in one hand

honestly we still considered each other bestfriends, we just didn't look and feel like bestfriends

then the 'dead period' joke was born

[did you guys fight during the 'dead period'?]

there was just tension at first but then we talked about it

like the mature adults we are

*sunoo rolls his eyes

it was a period of growth too, so we didn't fight, we just understood each other better

yeah if it happened years earlier, we would probably hate each other right now

[how did you guys become bestfriends?]

*both burst out laughing

i'm not sure if we can say that on video

no we're not cowards, we can say it

*they have the classic bestfriend eye conversation

we shared the same dislike towards a person

*(y/n) laughs

dislike is putting it mildly

shhh *sunoo does the shush gesture

so that was the main reason and then we just got to know each other better and here we are

still hating on the same people

shhh *this time (y/n) shushes sunoo

don't expose us too much

*both laugh

[how about we officially start the q&a between you guys?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

let's see *(y/n) picks up a card and laughs after reading it

[if your significant other and i don't like each other, will you be on my side?]

you better choose carefully kim sunoo

first of all,

*sunoo drinks

okay, friendship over i guess 😒

let me finish, gosh 🙄

first of all, why would i even date them in the first place if you didn't like them?

very true, but still, you know i won't hold you back from a person just because i don't like them

yeah but i'd be on your side if ever that happens

*(y/n) grins

*sunoo picks up a card to read

i already know the answer to this one

[if i got arrested and needed 10M won, would you pay for it?]

HELL NO ?!?

*both burst out laughing

that's like 8,500 dollars? i could buy a car with that

i wouldn't bail you out too honestly

bestfriend who? idk them

*they take a shot for fun

[did you like me when you first met me?]

probably ?

i didn't like you when i first met you

who asked?

*they roll their eyes at each other

[why didn't you like him?]

because he was so bright and sunshine-y ?? and i'm always sus of nice people

they have bad history with fake nice people

but i eventually learned that he wasn't like that

awwww

his halo is held up by thorns

*sunoo's mouth drops in shock while (y/n) laughs at his reaction

*(y/n) pats sunoo's head as he pouts

it's okay i accept you for who you are

yah~ !

[have you ever considered to stop being friends with me?]

nope

*sunoo does a heart to (y/n)

you know too much about me

*sunoo is shocked again

i would never release anything you shared to me even if we stop being friends !!!

*he is pouting your honor, don't tease him

*(y/n) laughs at sunoo's cuteness

i know, i know, i'm just kidding, i'll stop now.

[is there something that i could change to be a better friend?]

*sunoo drinks as revenge

*(y/n) :OO

if you stopped teasing me 24/7 then maybe i'd think you're a better friend

yah! you act like you don't do the same to me

once he-

*sunoo cuts (y/n) off by clamping their mouth with his hand

let's drink to that bestie, cheers!

*he removes his hand from (y/n)'s mouth and basically forces them to drink with him

i told you, halo held up by horns

*sunoo grins widely as if he was innocent.

[would you slap me for 10M won?]

do i even have to answer that?

let's use the 10M won to travel

let's go to paris

and then i'd slap you as well so we both have 10M won

i like the way you think

*they high five and takes a shot together

[regardless of sexual orientation, will you ever date me?]

*awkward silence

aha ha haha

*both reach for a shot, they even clink their glasses together

*after, they just smiled at the camera

[if we're still single by 30, would you agree to marry me?]

man would we even reach 30?

that's what i was thinking

if we're both single, i might think about it

let's get married and enjoy the benefits from various marriage laws

what if we end up like in those crime documentaries where you get life insurance

then you kill the partner for the money

... .. .

no murder in this household please

*they burst out laughing

[question for both: what's something you want to say to each other?]

do i go first or?

yeah, you first

okay but don't look at me

*sunoo rolls his eyes but looks away anyways

we rarely talk about our friendship because once one starts, the other teases

*sunoo laughs while nodding his head in agreement

okay uhm, you know i would never say this on a normal day but i really am thankful that you gave me the chance to get to know you, despite my initial slight hostility towards you. thank you for being by my side no matter what. and even if we constantly clown the word "bestfriend" there's no one i'd really call my bestfriend other than you.

*sunoo smiles softly

your turn. *(y/n) looks away as well, purely because they will combust if sunoo looks at them with that soft loving look

just like you said, there's no one else i'd give the title of bestfriend other than you. thank you for giving me the chance as well and for trusting me. i'm not one to talk much about what's going on with my life but you're always there to make sure i don't pile it all up and explode. thank you for being my rock.

*both eyes are glassy

don't cry, if you cry, you'll pay for my food for a whole week

don't ruin the mood, (y/n)

*they both laugh, instantly lightening up the air around them

oh wait that was the last question

we still have alcohol left

can we take this home? *(y/n) holds up the bottle of alcohol

*the crew laughs

[we'd allow it, if you answer one more question}

okay! let's go~

[was there a time where you felt just the tiniest bit of butterflies because of each other?]

*sunoo and (y/n) look at each other, both holding in laughs

*they reach for their glasses and take a shot

and that's the end!

bye~ thanks for having us!

»————-　♡　————-«

bonus: youtube comments

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a/n: for this one i wanted to keep the feelings for each other thing kind of open?? like the vagueness in those moments are up to you guys if you want to give it meaning or not. you guys are free to think if you want those feelings to be romantic or platonic.

also!!! this series is about to end omg :(( i can't believe we're down to one post before it ends aaak. thank you so much for all the love so far!! ni-ki's will be uploaded next! please look forward to it~

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #speak or shot #enhypen series #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo scenarios #kim sunoo imagines #kim sunoo x reader #sunoo imagines #sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo scenarios #sunoo x reader #kim sunoo fluff #sunoo fluff

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do!

Context provided, don’t worry babes

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods)

“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know)

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?”

His morning voice was... nice.

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little

(It wasn’t subtle)

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything.

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.”

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.”

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo

But he was NOT about to lose

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.”

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face

“I win.”

“Eat a dick, Seven.”

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!”

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!”

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!”

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more

You bit your lip

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.”

“Bold of you to assume--”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Wish granted ;)

Yoosung

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt.

But... you decided not to say anything.

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!”

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol

Cuz he had a LOT of it

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.”

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice”

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung??

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!”

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?!

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all.

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong.

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?”

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool.

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?”

You nodded, exasperated.

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace.

“’nother one.”

He obliged, pouring another glass for you.

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly.

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form

You laughed, it all seemed to funny

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers.

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you.

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes

You were alone.

Yoosung.

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...”

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?”

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.”

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee”

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.”

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight.

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~”

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.”

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--”

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me”

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?”

You giggled back, shaking your head

“Liar.”

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee”

“No!”

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him

You pouted, “That’s no fun.”

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff”

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.”

“S-stop..” He said through the door.

“Please?”

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help.

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were.

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me”

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!”

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!”

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?”

“I didn’t think it through that far.”

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you.

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret.

At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet.

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed.

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself.

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out

Looking at you again, he sighed.

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.”

Jumin

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.”

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again.

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?”

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.”

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!”

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan.

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.”

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!”

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant”

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?”

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?”

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?”

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!”

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!”

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!”

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.”

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!”

“What other explanation is there?”

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart.

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours.

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat.

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you.

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt.

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants.

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.”

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore.

Zen

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.”

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?”

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling.

“I love you, Zen. So much.”

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...”

You laughed shyly, “yeah..”

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.”

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!”

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.”

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not.

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.”

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?”

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep.

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently.

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare.

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you. - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended.

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?”

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.”

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash.

“Y/N?!”

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!”

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time.

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness -

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes.

“How long was I out..?”

“For a few minutes.”

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER.

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern.

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.”

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes.

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?”

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.”

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!”

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.”

“There’s still a diagnosis?!”

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor.

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.”

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!”

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears)

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right?

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