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Birdie | Satoru Gojo - Chapter 04

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Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

Warnings this chapter: mentions of wounds

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

Authors notes: I was going to post this one during the weekend but I felt like posting before. I want to thank everyone leaving lovely messages and likes on each of the chapters, this motivates me so much to keep writing this story. Thank you.

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You were sitting on the floor of your apartment as you put things into boxes and waited for Gojo to arrive. After meeting him in the cafeteria and having insisted on coming and that he would show you even if he had to help with all the moving, you haven't seen him again. He hadn't even shown up in class, which was extremely rare. If your memory didn't fail you, Gojo had never missed a class.

Kyoko had told you that Suguru had told her something about family matters, so you didn't give any more importance to the fact that he wasn't going to show up to class for sometime.

The address wasn't complicated enough to take so long, and on top of that he could have sent you a message or something, so you wouldn't have to wait an hour or so.

You only wished he was not going to leave you waiting for him all day. Or else…

The doorbell rang suddenly, making you jump on your seat. You got up and walked to open the door.

He was finally here.

"Finally you're here." You said opening the door. "I already thought this was a bad joke or…" Your face dropped. "Gojo! What happened?!"

His face was purple and he had some wounds with the scab already coming off. Your heart was beating a mile an hour. Had they attacked him coming here? A thief? No, the wounds didn't seem recent.

"Oh birdie you're worried about me?" A smirk formed on his face.

"Don't joke in a situation like that asshole!" You reprimanded him. "Of course I'm worried if someone appears all wounded in my front door."

Turning on your heel you headed to the sink, you knew the house had a first aid kit, maybe you could treat him with some of it.

"Birdie…” He muttered approaching you. "It's okay, they are old."

"You got into a fight?" You left the first aid kit back on it's place. "I never pictured you like those kind of boys."

"A bad boy?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"No. An asswhole who would get on a fight and would end up all wounded.”

He looked at you and then smiled. "Should we start?" He turned around and walked around the tiny apartment.

"Yeah. I brought my notebook and everything the professor gave us." You said taking everything out of your bag. "This is not the best place to study… but since you insisted so much, we will have to deal with these boxes and everything around us."

"You used to live here?" He sat down on the bed. "It's…"

"Tiny? I know but it was the best I could get when I got here." You sat next to him.

He nodded and grabbed one of your notebooks from your hands. "Your parents don't live in…"

"I don't have parents." You cut him off. You didn't want to talk about the matter and hoped that Gojo would catch it with the cold tone you used.

Gojo cleared his throat and murmured a sorry, before turning to face you.

Placing the notebook between the two of you, he spoke. "So…" He looked at the notebook. "What's exactly what you don't understand?"

You thought for a moment. "I guess the problems." You pointed them out. "I understand most of the formulas but when it comes to start resolving the problem I find it confusing and ended up taking data that is not, or so I think." You mumbled the last part.

"It's true that the way professor Tanaka redacts her problems are a bit confusing, but once you realize how she redacts them you will see that they are always the same." He pointed out. "If you know the equations it shouldn't be difficult for you." He looked at you. "Let's start with this one, try to solve it and I will also do the same and see where you fail okay?" You shook your head and Gojo smiled, grabbing a pen from your desk and a piece of paper to start on with the problem.

Minutes started to pass and you were embarrassed, you didn't want to look at Gojo because you knew he finished the problem long ago but here you were looking at the result you obtained knowing that it was impossible to get to that conclusion.

You had been competing against Gojo these last few years to be the best academically and you had never managed to surpass him and now you were embarrassed because a stupid subject had stuck and you were unable to advance.

You dropped your head forward, it already hurt and it was only the first problem.

"Bridie…" You heard Gojo spoke. "You need help with the problem?"

You nodded without looking up and you could see how his hand took your notebook and turned it a little so he could see what you had done. He would probably think you were an idiot and laugh at you.

"Let's do it together, okay?" You nodded again.

What expression would he have at that moment? Was he holding back his laugh? You wanted to look up but you were too embarrassed.

"Let me sit next to you." You could feel how he moved and stood next to you. "This way we can both read the statement." You murmured okay and then he started to explain. "Well, what I usually do is point out the important aspects of the problem." He pointed to the information. "And then write them down on the sheet, so you have a global idea of everything."

He began to write everything down and write down the names of what each thing was. It was true that that way you could see everything more clearly.

"If in the problem can be done, I usually make a drawing."

"I used to do that in chemistry." You said.

"Yeah me too." He responded. "That way it was easier to know what quantities each mixture needed." You nodded. "Well, it's similar here, that way you get an idea of what you're looking for." He finished drawing and showed it to you. "Do you see it clearer that way?" He said, turning the page and showing it to you.

You definitely did and now things made sense, not like before. You nodded and Gojo handed you the paper so you could do the problem. You started doing it, now everything was easier.

"I will be back in a minute." He stood up and exited for a moment.

You saw him leave and you paid your attention back to the problem again, this time you would get it and if you used what Gojo had taught you again you could solve the rest of the problems without help.

You felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders being able to master this. Passing all the subjects meant that you would continue to qualify for the scholarship so you could continue studying, but if you failed in any of them, the scholarship would disappear and your dream of continuing with your degree and graduating would also disappear.

You smiled when you checked the result, it was correct. You had done it. You looked at the door where Gojo had left and when you saw that he did not return, you got to work on the rest of the problems using the method that Gojo had taught you. Underline, write down, draw (if possible).

Underline, write down, draw (if possible).

You don't know how much time had passed when Gojo returned, but you had managed to solve 5 problems on your own.

"Birdie, I went and buy…"

"I solved them!" You showed him. "I did it!"

Gojo looked at you and then at the page. "You did it. Good job birdie." He smiled. "That's because I am an excellent teacher."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Actually it's because I'm an excellent student."

"Sure…" He looked around. "I think our lesson for today it's over."

"What? You almost did nothing."

"I helped you understand how to solve the problems!" He replied.

"And? What a shitty teacher you are." You crossed your arms and sat on the bed.

"You mad at me birdie?" He sat next to you. "Come on, I bought you snacks." He moved the bag in the air.

"Snacks?" You looked and tried to grab the bag.

"No, no, no." He shook his head with a playful smirk drawn on his face. "First you need to admit I'm an excellent teacher."

You huffed, brushing a strand of your hair out of front of you. "Okay, you're the best tutor I've ever had." Gojo smiled and handed you the bag.

"Hey, have you had any other private tutors?" He looked at you while you rummaged through the bag and grabbed one of the snacks.

"No." You smiled while eating a piece of the snack.

Gojo laughed. "So obviously I'm the best."

"Of course, there hasn't been any other." You shrugged.

"Now." He stood up from the bed. "How should I help you here?" He looked around.

"You are going to help me?" You looked at him swallowing the piece you just ate.

"Sure. And don't say there is no need."

"Hmm." You thought, he was taller and stronger than you. "Could you bring me down the things that are in the top of the closet? Most of them are winter clothes or old things, but I barely get there and they are quite heavy." Gojo looked where you were pointing and nodded. "Thank you."

"We can have another tutoring session through the week." Gojo said. "We have the same free hours, soâ€¦ if you want."

"Yeah, okay." You nodded. "I still have some doubts on another aspect of the subject, maybe you can help me."

"Of course I can, I'm the best."

"You're the best." You said at the same time, rolling your eyes. "Again thank you Gojo, for… helping me, I guess." The words had cost you, but they were finally out.

"Birdie." You looked up at him and he was shaking his head. "I should be the one thanking you."

You tilted your head to the side, what did that mean? "Why?"

"I guess for giving me a chance or something like that?" He left one of the bags he had taken on the floor. "I know you don't like me, I don't know why, really, but I'm glad they put us in that job together." He smiled at you. "It will be the last time you have to put up with me."

What did he mean with that last sentence? Gojo climbed back onto the chair and continued taking out the bags without saying a single word again. You also did your thing, keeping things in a box and leaving everything as if no one had ever lived in that apartment. But you couldn't get that phrase out of your head, next year you would share even more classes, in the end you were studying the same branch, why did he said that as if he wasn't going to come back?

You looked around at the boxes, not many, but full of what you had brought from your grandmother's house and what you had been buying and acquiring these last two years, nearly three years. It was at times like this where you missed having your grandmother with you or having been able to have your mother next to you and that she would have been there to see you grow.

You hoped that they were both looking down on you and feeling proud of what you were slowly achieving.

The ringing of a phone snapped you out of your momentary trance. You grabbed your phone to see that it wasn't yours, it was Gojo's, who was leaning face down on your old bed.

"Hmm, Gojo." You called him, he was still taking care of winter clothes you told him to. He looked at you and you pointed to his phone. "Someone is calling."

"Can you check who it is?" You nodded and grabbed it.

"It says… mother." You didn't know if it was your feeling or what, but you could swear that Gojo tensed up the moment you said the word mother.

"Hang up and put the phone on silent please." You nodded without asking questions, you didn't want to get involved in matters that weren't yours.

You felt a pinch in your heart as you thought about the tone Gojo had used. He didn't seem to get along with his mother, or maybe they were just angry about something. You've heard rumors about the Gojo clan, who hasn't? The entire university had heard them. Satoru Gojo was the only son and grandson, which made him the heir. An extremely rich heir.

The Gojo clan had dedicated more than three generations to their law firm and had gained incredible fame, positioning them in the upper class of Japan. From what you understood, Gojo's great-grandfather had been the one who started the business, in the 1930s he traveled with his wife to the United States where he started from scratch and managed to make his way and by the 1960s he was already a truly known man, and returned to Japan where he earned the respect of the upper classes. His son inherited the business after the death of him and later Gojo's father and now it would be Satoru Gojo's turn. But he had decided to take another alternative and ignore the wishes of his family.

When you had your first encounter with Satoru Gojo, the first day, when he dumped you and didn't even look at you, you thought he was a brat and later that day you learned who he was. The rich boy from the Gojo clan.

When you started classes you thought he was there for his parents' money, you never saw him doing anything and you knew from the voices in the hallways that he went from party to party every weekend. They said that he never slept with the same girl, he had seemed like a textbook fuckboy to you.

That is why you were distrustful and so extremely curt with him. You couldn't trust him, but the bastard made it really difficult. You had gotten to know him a little and something inside you had softened, even if you wanted to ignore it.

You shook your head. You could stop thinking about it. Once the work was finished everything would be over, yes that's. Everything would end, but why did that make you feel sad?

"In the clouds again, birdie?" Breath hit your ear causing you to stir.

"Fuck Gojo!" You turned to look at him covering your ear. You hadn't heard him come down from where he was.

He smiled showing his teeth. "I'm done. What do you want me to do now?" You looked around thinking. "I can help you with your underwear if you want." He smiled sideways. The colors of your face were probably at their peak. You wanted to kill him for teasing you like that.

"Gojo, you want to die?" He laughed.

"I was kidding birdie. But c'mon what can I do for you?" Fuck, there it was that look again and you heart beating loudly on your chest.

"Put the kitchen utensils in the boxes." You pointed your finger at the boxes on the dining room table.

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A couple of hours had passed since Gojo's arrival at your former apartment, the sun was now setting. The apartment appeared nearly untouched, as if no one had lived in before. You wiped your forehead with a tissue and glanced at Gojo, who was diligently packing items into boxes.

There had been little conversation between you two; in fact, Gojo had hardly uttered a word since you mentioned his mother's phone call. He hadn't even agreed to take a break, indicating his determination to assist you in getting everything sorted as quickly as possible.

Sitting on the bed, you idly swung your feet in the air, waiting for Gojo to finish packing the last of the items he held. If someone were to walk in at that moment, they might assume something entirely different. I mean, who would come to assist a mere "classmate" in cleaning up their old apartment? Hardly anyone, right? That's what made Gojo's actions so puzzling. Why did he choose to help? Did he have hidden motives, or was it simply an act of goodwill? You couldn't say for sure, and part of you hesitated to even ask and find out.

"All done." Gojo spoke putting both hands on his waist and showing his smile. He really had a perfect smile.

"Good." You stood up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome birdie." He said patting your head.

You moved his hand. "I'm not a dog for you to do that to me." You said upset.

"Alright."

He walked past you with a smile and grabbed his cell phone that was still on the bed. The smile disappeared when he looked at the screen. Had something happened? Gojo looked really distraught. You had to do something, right?

"Gojo are you…?" You started to talk.

"I need to make a call, I will be right back." And he existed the apartment leaving you alone.

You turned around on your own feet and sat back down on the bed. Was he alright? Should you ask him?

"What would Kyoko do in a situation like this?" You whispered to yourself.

Probably she would try to talk to him and comfort him. But for Kyoko was something natural for you, not at all, you didn't know how to handle feelings well, you weren't good with your own, not to mention the others. You grabbed your phone started playing with it, nervously trying to figure it what to do once Gojo was back.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't hear Gojo re-enter. You didn't notice his presence until you felt the mattress next to you sink, indicating that he had sat next to you. You had your back turned to him so you couldn't see his face. It was then when you felt his arm grab you from behind, making you shiver at that sensation. What the fuck was he doing?

"Gojo, what…?"

Gojo cut you off before finishing the question. "Just stay like this." He hid his face in the crook of your exposed neck. And he muttered against your skin. "Please…"

You remained silent, offering no protest or words. It was the first time you witnessed Gojo in such a vulnerable state. Resting your chin on your hand, you gazed at the white wall of your old room. The room echoed only with your faint breaths, mingled with the distant sounds of the bustling street.

Feeling moisture on your shoulder, you realized Gojo was crying as he held onto you. Uncertain of how to respond, you grappled with the dilemma â€" should you ask him, step away, or maintain a silent pretense? Opting for the cowardly choice, you remained silent, pretending it wasn't unfolding.

After a few minutes, Gojo released his grip, audibly sniffing. Without turning around, you rose from your position and headed to the kitchen. It was nearly 11 pm, and you needed to return to Kyoko's house. Fortunately, you managed to organize and clean everything, making it easier for you to retrieve your belongings later.

"I…" You swallowed. "I think it's time to go." You still didn't turn around, he probably didn't want you to see him in that state.

"Yeah…" He whispered and you heard him moving from his place.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You were afraid that with the silence that was there, Gojo would hear it. You felt his presence behind you. Shit, you should have asked him how he was feeling? Something?

"Take your things, I will take you home." He said passing next to you and exiting the apartment.

Taking a deep breath, you pondered the recent emotional outburst. How should you respond to this unexpected side of Gojo? His tears left you perplexed, and the tired, sorrowful tone in his voice during the call lingered in your thoughts. It struck a chord, reminiscent of your own moments of vulnerability with your grandmother.

Despite your usual disdain for Gojo, you found a desire to comfort and uplift him. You wished for the return of the annoying yet smiling Gojo, even if most of the time, you wanted to strangle him.

Heading to the apartment's desk, you gathered bags containing items for Kyoko's house, leaving the rest for donation. Struggling with the weight, you loaded your backpack and carried multiple bags on each side. Now, burdened with a load twice as heavy, you realized you genuinely needed Gojo's help. Stumbling out of the apartment, you navigated the challenge of your hefty cargo.

"Sorry." You noticed how your left shoulder lightened. "I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the bags you wanted to carry." Gojo had taken all the bags in your hands without any effort. It wasn't surprising, after all he was the star of the basketball team.

"It's okay…" You followed him. "I was handling it just right."

"It don't look like that." He smirked.

Oh he was back. And you were happy.

"For real." You replied.

"For someone that has a black belt in taekwondo, you are actually pretty weak birdie." Now he was mocking you.

"Did Kyoko tell you that?" He nodded. "Well let me tell you I have pretty strong legs."

"I would love to see that." He said with a smirk, leaving the bags in the car.

Your cheeks turned, you knew he was saying it with other intentions. "Gojo, don't you dare. Or I'm going to kick your ass for real." You slammed the backpack against his chest causing a whimper to leave his lips.

"Alright bridie, but be careful with me. I'm a delicate guy." He pouted.

Rolling your eyes, you settled into the passenger seat, and Gojo started the car. As you directed him to Kyoko's home, a comfortable silence enveloped the car, only disrupted by the radio's music. Despite the lack of conversation, it didn't feel awkward.

The recent emotional episode played on a loop in your mind. The urge to ask if he was okay lingered, but uncertainty held you back. Sneaking glances at him from the corner of your eyes, you couldn't deny his attractive profile. Everything about him seemed perfect, explaining why everyone seemed captivated by him.

"Eh…" You played with your fingertips. "Gojo." You heard him humming. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" It didn't sound genuine. "Don't worry."

You nodded, although you didn't trust his words. He wasn't telling you the truth but you didn't want to pressure him, so you let it be. You closed your eyes and you leaned back in the seat, leaving your mind blank and letting the dim street lights increase your sleep.

At some point you actually fell asleep because the next thing you remember is fingers leaving a strand behind your ear. You opened your eyes and rubbed them, it was already completely night outside.

"Was my car comfortable, bridie?" You nodded still sleepy. "So cute." You heard him softly laugh.

"Huh?" You snapped back and looked at him.

"Good morning or should I say good night?" He titled his head.

"I fell asleep?" He nodded. "Shit, sorry…"

"Don't worry, you looked cute with the drool falling." She teased you as she brought her hand up to touch your chin.

You hit his hand and turned your head to avoid his gaze, you felt like your cheeks were burning at that exact moment. "Gojo, you're an idiot."

He laughed and then cleared his throat. "Mhm… Next Friday we have…" He paused for a moment playing with his hands on the wheel. "We have a basketball game."

"Good luck." Although you knew they didn't need it after all Gojo was there and he was the star of the team, of course.

"I would like you to attend." That tone, was he nervous?

"Gojo, I have to work."

"Talk to Haibara I'm sure he won't mind. Or I will talk with him." You shook your head.

"No." You moved on your seat. "Gojo, tell me something." He hummed. "Why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, why do you want me to go to the play?"

He fell silent, you could tell he was trying to find an answer. Was it that difficult to tell you why? "Just because?"

"Just because?" You repeated. "That's not an answer Gojo."

He sighed in defeat. "I would like you to be there." He looked at you. "So please come."

Now you were the one that stayed quiet. He wanted you there? Why? Was this a joke? So many questions were formulating in your head and you were feeling so weird about it.

"Birdie?" You came back when you heard his voice. "You ok…"

"I need to leave." Unbucking the seat belt and opening the door. "I'll see you tomorrow in class, right?" To which Gojo nodded. "Good! Then see you tomorrow and treat those wounds so they don't get worse." You got out of the car and turned one last time to say goodbye. "Good, see you! Bye!" And you can swear you ran grabbing all the things and trying not to fall in the front door.

You entered the house and dropped everything to the floor, making a big noise. You touched your forehead, did you have a fever again? No that was not it.

You heard your name and saw Kyoko's mom in front of you. "Honey, you are all red!" She approached you. "Are you sick again?" She said touching your face.

"It's okay, I just… everything was really heavy and I got tired." You looked at the bags.

"Did you bring everything on your own?" She said worried. "You should've called."

"No, no." You shook your head. "A friend helped me out."

"Oh okay honey." She smiled. "Kyoko still hasn't come back."

"Really?" You looked at her with surprise.

She left before you in the morning and was almost dinner. But that was a good thing, She must have been having a good time with Suguru.

"Do you know by any chance the guy she was meeting?"

"Yeah, he goes to the same college as us and it's our age." You smiled. "And don't worry, I think he is a really good guy."

"It's good to hear that. Let me help you with those bags." She took some of the bags and you did the same with the others.

As you unpacked your belongings, primarily clothes, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between your wardrobe and Kyoko's. While you leaned towards black attire, Kyoko embraced a more flirtatious style with bows and pastel colors. Despite these differences, your bond remained strong, understanding each other perfectly.

The sound of approaching footsteps and the creak of the door opening interrupted your thoughts, signaling someone's entrance into your room.

"Ah." Kyoko sighed. "I might be in love." She threw herself to your bed.

"Was it a good date?" You said, crossing your legs and looking at her.

"The best." She sighed again. "He was… ugh." She hid her face in your pillow. "He was so attentive, I had never had such a good date."

"Wow." You let out in surprise. "You are for real?" She nodded. "I'm so happy for you Kyoko. Suguru seems like a nice guy."

"Thank you." She smiled. "And how was yours?"

"My what?"

"Your date."

"I didn't have a date, Gojo came to help me study."

"Okay, so your study date." You held a pillow and threw it to her. "Sorry. But did you study?"

"Yeah… He actually helped me a lot." You sighed.

You wanted to tell Kyoko about what happened with Gojo but you felt it was too private to go around telling other people.

"What's up with that sighed?" Kyoko questioned you.

"Nothing, just thinking." You bit your lip, Kyoko probably knew you were hiding something from her. You needed to bring up another topic. "Gojo asked me to go to his match."

Kyoko let out a gasp and crawled over to you so she was facing you. "Next week?" You nodded. "Suguru asked me too!" She grabbed your hands. "We have to go."

"I have to work that day."

"Talk to your coworker…" She put her puppy eyes.

"Don't use those eyes on me." You looked the other way. "But I might talk with him."

"Yay!" Kyoko screamed. "It will be so fun."

Kyoko stayed in your bedroom for the next couple of hours, both of you stayed talking about different things. She also told you more details of her date and so on. It was almost 2 a.m. when you laid down on your bed. You were going to be tired in your classes, but spending time with your best friend as if you were 14 was worth it.

You spent the night reflecting on the unexpected events of Gojo's vulnerability, the request to attend his basketball game, and the strange connection that seemed to be developing. As you drifted into sleep, you wondered about the complexity of relationships and the uncertainties that lay ahead.

Author’s note: fourth chapter done. Ngl the scene of Satoru back hugging birdie was inspired by the scene of Maomao and Jinshi from The Apothecary diaries. Also birdie is starting to be softer when it comes to Satoru, our girl has trust issues

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Eddie, diary, detention ^^

Oh, y'all are getting sick of Eddie fluff fics? Too bad, sorry xoxoxo 💚

Warnings: none, all fluff!

WC: 1.2k

“Goddamn Carver,” Eddie mutters to himself, slinging his backpack onto the desk and plopping into the attached chair. “Always running his goddamn mouth and then pulling the ‘But I have basketball practice’ excuse to get outta trouble.” He brings his voice up to a grating falsetto, mocking the jock’s whiny tone. “But does Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson get the same courtesy for his Hellfire campaigns? No, sir, he does not.”

“Wonderful monologue, Mr. Munson,” Mrs. O’Donnell says dryly, heels clacking as she walks through the open doorway. “Perhaps you’ll be a playwright in your next life.”

“Like one lifetime isn’t enough,” Eddie grumbles, low enough so his least favorite teacher can’t hear him.

O’Donnell peers at him over her horn-rimmed glasses. “You know the drill better than I do, Mr. Munson,” she scoffs with a wry smile. “One hour. No talking, no music, no funny business. You may do homework if you’d like, though I don’t anticipate you choosing now to act like a star student.”

Eddie slumps down into his seat. He’d already counted all the ceiling tiles last week when he ended up here after shoving Patrick for picking on Dustin Henderson. Guess I’ll start on the floor tiles now, he thinks grimly.

He makes it to 28 before something catches his eye. In one of the baskets underneath a desk is a purple leather-bound notebook. The way it’s resting halfway out of the basket looks like it had fallen out of a backpack or accidentally left behind. It’s too fancy to only be used for school, and it piques his curiosity.

“Uh, Mrs. Oh-Dee?” Eddie blurts out, shooting his hand up in the air. “Can I grab a textbook? I think I’m gonna take you up on that homework offer.”

The teacher rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she quips. “And for the last time, stop calling me that.”

But Eddie’s already scrambling to the seat, plucking the journal from its spot and shielding it with a history book. As soon as he opens the cover, his eyes widen.

This diary belongs to is printed on the first page, with a name handwritten in neat cursive underneath.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes, earning a scowl from O’Donnell. This is your diary.

Eddie doesn’t have too many classes with you; you’re in mostly honors courses, while he’s in his third senior year. But you do take health together, and he constantly finds himself stealing glances at you whenever he can.

He knows he shouldn’t read any further; he can close the diary and turn it into the Lost and Found box. But Eddie Munson’s never been known for his impulse control, and before he knows it, he’s skimming the pages.

Most of the entries don’t draw too much of his attention. There’s one from a few weeks ago about an argument you had with your best friend, but Eddie’s seen you two laughing together since then, so he assumes all’s well. A few days ago, you’d just written, “that history test was a bitch” accompanied by a frowning face. Eddie laughs quietly, knowing you’d probably aced it.

It’s the entry after that where he finds what he’s looking for.

Mr. Ellison paired me up with Eddie today! We had to work on an anti-smoking poster together, which was ironic, because he reeked of cigarettes. He asked me what I was doing this weekend, and I thought he was going to ask me out, but he didn’t. Guess he’s not into shy nerdy girls. Then again, who would be?

Eddie’s heart sinks into his stomach. If you only knew how much he wants to take you to dinner, hold hands across the table, maybe kiss you after splitting an ice cream sundae. He had planned on asking you out that day, only to wimp out at the last second.

He hastily tears out the page and pulls out a number two pencil that’s sharpened down to a nub. In the margins next to your entry, he draws and arrow and writes:

He’s definitely into shy nerdy girls, but he didn’t think you’d be into loud metalheads. Meet me at my locker tomorrow before health?

He slips the diary into his bag, vowing to put the note in your locker after his prison sentence—erm, detention, is over.

The next day, Eddie waits by his locker in between second and third periods. His heart pounds in his chest, and his stomach is doing that flip-flop thing it does before a gig. He relaxes a bit when he sees you walking towards him, note in hand.

“Hey,” you say softly, holding up the sheet of paper. “Did you…”

Eddie laughs nervously. “Y-Yeah, that was me,” he admits.

Your ears heat up, suddenly bashful. When you found the note, you’d assumed it was some prank by one of the jocks. The fact that it actually was Eddie gives you heart palpitations. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” you manage.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me till, y’know, I read it,” Eddie mumbles, hoping you’re not too angry about that.

You cross your arms over your chest. “So, we’re just snooping through diaries now? A bit juvenile, dontcha think?” But your tone is light, despite the truthfulness of your statement.

“It, um, wasn’t my finest moment,” Eddie’s cheeks turn pink as he reaches into his bag, “which is why I wanted to show you this.” He pulls out a tattered composition book and hands it to you. “It’s not as cute as yours—oh, which I also have, heh.” He offers you your beloved purple journal.

“Thanks,” you mutter, ensuring that it’s now safely stored in your own backpack before bringing your attention back to his notebook. “What’s this?”

Eddie bites his lower lip anxiously. “It’s my lyric book,” he explains sheepishly. “But not the one I show the guys. This has all my lovey-dovey songs in it. Y’know, shit they’d kick my ass for.” Another nervous chuckle. “They’re, um, they’re about you.”

“Me?!” you ask incredulously.

“Yeah,” he smiles, letting his fingertips graze your hand. “Figured it was only fair, since I totally read your stuff.”

You flip through the pages, heart warming at the words etched on them. Lyrics like, her smile melts me like snow on my tongue/grow old together but we’ll always feel young make you giggle. “These are really good,” you muse.

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Not too corny?”

“Oh, no,” you tease him, “they are extremely corny. But I’m a sucker for a good rhyme scheme, so…” You trail off as Eddie grins.

“Maybe I could play them for you sometime? Like after school today?” He winces, hoping he doesn’t sound as desperate as he thinks he does.

You nod. “I’d like that.”

“Cool.” Eddie closes his locker and turns to you slowly, a mischievous twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Actually, what do you say we ditch health and hang out at mine? I promise I’m a lot more interesting than whatever Ellison is going to lecture us about today.”

You peer around the hallway, making sure it’s clear of teachers before slipping your hand into Eddie’s larger, calloused one. “Let’s blow this joint.”

“That’s my girl.”

#bug's 2k celebration #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 9 months

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𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔗𝔬 𝔜𝔬𝔲

Pairings: AU!Street fighter Hook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult language, angst, fluff

A/N: Special thank you to @theworldofotps for providing me the support I needed to finish this 💋

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Her mind constantly pulled her back to that night every time she looked at his face. The crushing feeling of disappointment was always present, no matter how much he smirked or tried to tease her, it was constantly there. Like an invisible mountain placed on top of her chest, constricting her lungs and preventing her from breathing properly, deception and betrayal made itself present within her whenever she came face to face with him.

His hands were tucked inside the pouch pocket of his gray hooded sweatshirt, undoubtedly hiding the fresh bruises on his knuckles. The New York harsh winter wind hit her face the minute she stepped out on the street, it blew her hair on her cheeks as she pulled the cream-colored woolen cap further down her ears.

Her attentive eyes did not miss the way the corner of his mouth lifted in a satisfied smirk when his eyes landed on her face. He seemed so relaxed, almost at home, leaning back against the streetlight that faced the front door of the building she worked in. So much so that he seemed out of place there, his relaxed posture was a loud contrast to the hurriedness of New York, he was like a curved edge puzzle piece amid straight-cornered ones. He didn’t fit in the most beautiful way, *yet it was that very same beauty that fucked me up*, she thought to herself as she reached the last step of the concrete stairs and was now facing him.

“What are you doing here, Tyler?” Her voice held that impatient tone he was already so used to, and the familiarity made his smirk turn into a full grin.

“Was just passing by” He shrugged casually

“Just passing by? And coincidentally enough you stopped in front of the building I work in. Sure, just a casual encounter” She huffed a bitter laugh as Tyler pushed himself off the streetlight to get closer to her “Don’t believe me?” He asks, containing himself to not touch her the way he dreamed of for the past two months, although he was trying, Tyler knew it was all a matter of time before he gave in to his body’s needs.

The loud noises of engines, honking and cursing filled up her ears, blocking anything Tyler said afterward. *Gosh, I hate rush hour!* Her thoughts were interrupted by Tyler’s hand on her cheek “You’re too cold” His purple knuckles brushed against her skin “You have lived in New York for the past three years and still don’t know how to properly dress yourself for winter?”.

She could hear the teasing tone beneath his words, and she couldn’t help but let a faint “Fuck off” fall out of her lips as he only chuckled in return, “C’mon, tiger. Let me buy you a hot chocolate to warm you up, I don’t want you to get sick”.

Her heart tightened with his offer. *And of course he remembers that I hate coffee! God, can he stop being so sweet so this is not so difficult every single time?!* She quickly stopped her thoughts before they could delve into a realm she does not wish to go back to.

“I won’t!” She sighed before stepping away from him. Distance, that’s exactly what she needs from him, otherwise she’ll make the huge mistake of forgiving him and her brain does not allow that, at least not now.

“A hot chocolate won’t solve shit, Tyler! It won’t change a damn thing”

“Tiger” He began, and the sound of her pet name coming from his lips had her gulping hard.

“Don’t” She shook her head and began to walk away from him. Tyler ran after her, closing his fingers around her wrist softly.

“Tiggy, please” Tyler’s gritty voice pleaded against her ear “It’ll be quick, I promise. We don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to”. He turned her around so she was now facing him again, “Please? You’ll freeze to death before you get to the subway”.

Tyler’s eyes held that raw honesty she loved, but sadly enough, it didn’t prevent him from keeping the truth away from her before she found out on her own about the street fights. The one thing Tyler knew she would never accept was his fighting career, the violence, and danger was too much for her to take and inevitably enough that was the reason why she left. She couldn’t live with both the disappointment the lie had brought to their lives and the fear of what this meant to them, to him. Fear of what could happen to him during one of those horrid, bloody fights. The mere thought of something bad happening to him because of it and her having no power whatsoever to stop it was enough to make her pack her bags and leave.

But she knew this is where they would end up, this back-and-forth bullshit that caused nothing but pain to the both of them. Tyler’s persistence is what made it all so difficult, his focus and determination made it impossible to ignore him, and she did not doubt that those very same personality traits were responsible for his fame in the underground world of street fighting.

“Why do you keep doing this, Ty? I told you to stay away-”

“But deep down you don’t want that, do you? I know you like no one else, tiger. I know you’re still as crazy about me, as I am about you.” Tyler’s hands cupped her cheeks again, only this time he brushed his lips against hers “I love you, tiggy. So fucking much. I’d do anything for you…I’d give everything to have you back”.

“This is wrong” She muttered more to herself than to him, but that didn’t stop Tyler from answering:

“No, it’s not. You want this and I want this too, so why shouldn’t we be together?” His fingertips caressed the sides of her neck, drawing a pattern of small circles on her skin. “Don’t you miss me? Not even a little bit? Because I sure as hell miss you, tiggy”.

She felt her breath hitching in her throat with the feeling of Tyler’s tongue tentatively tracing her bottom lip, tasting her skin with a satisfied groan. Her hands naturally roamed up his arms, until they stopped at the nape of his neck, fingers fumbling with the shorter dirty blonde strands she could reach.

“Come home with me” Tyler’s whispering voice caressed her wet lips, the pleading tone in his voice made her heart clench in her chest.

“Ty…it’s not that simple”

“Yes, it is!” He started with a clenched jaw, brown eyes staring deeply at her as if to make sure she saw the truth in his eyes “I love you, tiger. And I regret every single day for hiding the street fights from you-”

She pulled back abruptly, needing to settle some space between them before she gave in to him “You lied, Ty! You did the one thing you promised me you wouldn’t do”

“Yeah, I omitted it, but I didn’t have another choice! Be honest to yourself for once, tiger. Would you have reacted any differently if I had told you the truth from the beginning? No! You would’ve left either way, so can you blame me for omitting shit when I knew that if I told you the truth you would’ve left me?”

Tyler tugged on her winter coat, I’m pulling her closer to his body to both shield her from the harsh wind and have her pressed against him. He had a point and she knew it, she would never have dealt with the subject well, not even if he had told her the truth from the start. It would still lead them here, to the front of this building, arguing over their feelings and actions.

“I was madly in love with you, and you know that I still am” Tyler’s warm hands cupped her full cheeks, she was always impressed by his warmth, how could anyone be so warm even after standing outside in New York’s winter for several minutes?

“I don’t want to lose you, tiggy” His lips brushed against her lips, lightly pecking the corner of her mouth he continued to murmur “Please, just come home with me. Let’s talk this through, I know we can find a middle ground to this”.

Tyler never pleaded with anyone, but this was desperation in its final stages. It was brutal on his soul to come home every night to an empty apartment, and even though it has been 10 months since she left, the pillows still smelled like her, he could still hear her laughs and moans throughout the small apartment, could still see her drunk self singing ‘The Phantom Of The Opera’ while sitting on the kitchen floor because ‘it has a great acoustic there’, he still felt her body pressing against his every night when he lays down in bed.

She wanted this, badly. A part of her always regretted ever leaving in the first place, but she was prideful and too rational to let her emotions get the best of her. Tyler knew that, being equally stubborn and prideful he would never let his feelings get in the way of anything but this was different. This is that type of love that’s able to change you completely, the one where you can’t do anything but feel, and all the things you once promised yourself you’d never do, simply don’t matter anymore. Again, Tyler never begged anything from anyone, yet here he is.

“Are you coming?” Tyler asked, fingers lacing with hers, trying to grasp every chance he had to touch her. “Come back home with me, tiggy”.

*There it is* She thought *The only thing that will always make me forgive him*, the mix of vulnerability, love, and pleading would always give Tyler an immense advantage that she could never have. This would forever be the cause of her ruin, the crumbled pathway back to her heart.

“Fine” She bluntly answered. Tyler was having a hard time controlling his excited smile and upon seeing it she quickly added “Just for a talk, Tyler. The only reason why I’m agreeing to this is because we need to settle this like adults and because it’s fucking freezing out here!”

“Sure, sure” He smiled widely before lacing their fingers together as he took her back to his motorcycle. “Whatever you say, tiggy,” Tyler said once she was settled in the back seat of his bike, he stole a quick peck from her lips before buckling the helmet chin strap for her. She gasped in shock as Tyler started the bike with a loud laugh.

The apartment looked the same as 10 months ago, Tyler hadn’t changed a thing. Everything was in the same spot as she had let them. Even the fall-themed couch blanket she loved so much was placed the identical way she always let it sit on top of the black couch.

“It was waiting for you” Tyler whispered in her ear, “Just like me”. He turned her around to face him, his hands cupped her cold cheeks as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

Tyler’s lips were warm and welcoming, his tongue danced around hers in the most beautiful ‘welcome home’ kiss. “I missed you so fucking much, tiger” His arms closed around her, holding her in place in the tightest bear hug he could give her without breaking her ribs.

“I missed you too, bud” She smiled against his lips, laying a soft peck on his delicate lips as she continued “I’m still upset that you hid the fights from me though”, her lips silenced Tyler before he could protest, “But” She starts again “I understand why you did it. Just promise me two things, please”

“Anything” Tyler quickly nodded

“Firstly, you won’t hide things from me again and secondly, I know how much you love the fights and whatever comes with it. I could never ask you to drop it but please, Ty, at least try to start a professional career in fighting or, I don’t know, get into fights that are somewhat safe enough to not get you killed. I can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to you because some asshole decided to take it personally. At least in a more controlled environment, they’ll stop whoever it is that you’re facing if they take it too far”

Tyler couldn’t hold back his happy grin “Consider it done, tiggy”, he states proudly, burning his face on the crook of her neck and inhaling the scent he had missed the most in the last 10 painful months.

“Now, if I remember correctly, you promised me a hot chocolate, Mr.” She giggled when Tyler’s warm breath tickled the sensitive skin below her ear.

“Oh, tiger. I’ll give you your hot chocolate. But first” He gently pushed her back on the couch until she laid flat against the velvety cushions, “I’ll give you some warm milk” Tyler smirked once she realized his pun.

“Ewww, that sounds like something a perv trucker would say” She chuckled loudly when Tyler cupped himself through the baggy jeans “Are you thirsty for some milk, Miss?” He teased until she burst out laughing.

“I already regret forgiving you” She cackled as he covered her body with his.

“I’ll make you change your mind, tiggy” Tyler winked before unzipping her winter coat.

#hook x reader #hook imagine #aew hook #aew hook x reader #aew hook imagine #hook #hook aew #hook fanfiction #tyler senerchia #masochist writes

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teecupangel · 6 months

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I know we had a few Fire Emblem posts, but as I was playing Engage last night, I had a great idea; what if Desmond wound up being a ring and spirit in game? Alear and company would be so confused by him and Desmond would be so done with everything.

Alright, first of all:

The AC AU idea based on the Engage ring system

1 FE Three Hopes x AC crossover idea + 1 AC AU idea that uses a lot of Fire Emblem tropes

FE Fates x AC crossover idea where Desmond becomes Hoshidan royalty

“Is that… a bracelet?” Alear asked.

“It looks more like a gauntlet, Divine One.” Alfred commented as he rubbed his chin before asking Yunaka, “You say you heard it call to you?”

“That’s right!” Yunaka answered cheerfully, “I was just taking a stroll when I heard a man’s voice say…”

Yunaka cleared her throat before changing her voice into a deeper tone and said…

“Hey! Hey, you, yeah, you with that… uuhhh… colorful hair, I guess? Anyway, can you hear me?”

Yunaka’s voice returned to usual as she continued, “After I picked this up, he stopped talking. Do you think this could be another Emblem bracelet, Divine One?”

“I’m not sure.” Alear frowned at the ‘bracelet’ in Yunaka’s hands, “The other bracelets were from that world but we never saw something like this. Not to mention… Alfred is right, this looks more like a gauntlet than a bracelet.”

Alear reached out, their fingers grazing the stylized A embedded on the gauntlet.

Alear’s eyes widened and glowed a golden color, surprising Alfred and Yunaka, “Divine One?!”

The words left Alear as the gauntlet began to glow, “Pierce through the lies, Emblem of Creed!”

The gauntlet shone brightly before…

An Emblem spirit appeared before them, clad in clothes they had never seen before.

He opened his eyes and…

His eyes were gold.

Not the purple hues of the Emblems.

They were gold.

“Uuuhhh… where am I?”

Unorganized Notes:

They all agree Desmond is from another world which does not have rings.

If you want to make this a bit meta, Desmond could have played Fire Emblem before he got kidnapped. Of course, he only knows about the pre-2012 Fire Emblem that were localized in the US.

You guessed it, his Emblem Bracelet is a Hidden Blade.

From a gameplay perspective, he gives bonus stats on speed, dodge and attack. The skills he give are beneficial to the Thief class line.

His Engage form has his ‘user’ don the Assassin white robes that seemed to be a mix of Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton. His Engage weapon is primarily the Sword of Altaïr but he also has a Hidden Gun (Ezio) and a tomahawk (Ratonhnhaké:ton). His ‘ultimate’ though is done using the Hidden Blade that only appears whenever his user is Emblem Engaged. (Strangely enough, enemies seemed to become… dazed… when he’s near… Desmond believes that some kind of POE shit is happening but he can’t be sure)

In terms of story, he’d most definitely be closest to Yunaka because they understand each other. To be more exact, Desmond noticed early on that Yunaka is pretending to be cheerful all the time and he had guessed her past. Yunaka is the only one who realized that Desmond is an Assassin as most of them assumed he was some kind of ‘warrior’ like the other Emblems.

No one knows why Desmond’s eyes are not purple. Even as an Emblem, he’s a strange one.

Alear promised to help him find his way back to his world in exchange for helping them with their journey. Desmond doesn’t mind because he thinks they need all the help they can get. The fact that most of them are younger than him worries him to no end.

#i don’t necessarily like the chant used to awaken desmond #if you can think of anything better #let me know XD #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: fire emblem #fic idea: crossover #fe alear #alear fire emblem #alfred fire emblem #yunaka #yunaka fire emblem #fire emblem engage

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You Love Me To Hate You（Peter/Paul，Mentions of Gene/Paul & Ace/Paul)（part Ⅰ）

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My English is not very good and I haven't been to the US…so sorry for my grammar and translation issues.

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1994

In fact, Peter should have realized the intentionality behind this as early as when he got the call from Paul.

"Who is it?" Peter answered the phone.

"It's me, Paul." A voice he would never forget until the day he died made Peter almost just hang up the phone, "Please don't hang up. "

Great, Paul even guessed that he was planning to do just that.

"What do you want, Paul?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play with me, Paul! What are you calling for? To mock me for being broke or for being swept off my feet by my ex-wife, I offered you the option, take your pick. Or, fuck it if you want, you can mock both!"

"Why should I make fun of you? I didn't even know you were divorced."

"Of course, you don't know..." Peter took the receiver in a different hand, feeling unusually agitated, "You don't CARE!"

"Look, Peter," Paul actually skirted right around the subject, adjusting his tone as if nothing had happened, "there's no way I can talk to you about this over the phone, okay? Let's meet, I promise there's absolutely no sarcasm or teasing, and I'll come to your there and you give me the address."

Peter gulps as the hand clutching the receiver begins to sweat,"What makes you think I'd give you an address?"

"Because I will wait."

Damn it.

———

Peter arrived early at the place they had agreed upon, an Italian restaurant. But was slow to enter, hovering in the doorway, glancing down at his watch now and then.

At the appointed time, he hadn't seen Paul, not even a single figure that resembled him. Although they hadn't seen each other for a couple of years, after Paul's wedding to his actress wife, to which Peter and Debra had been invited, and yes, at that point in time, Debra was still his wife and he still retained the right to see his lovely daughter whenever he wanted... Peter vowed that if Paul mentioned anything relevant in today's conversation, he'll leave right away.

He just doesn't want to see the misfortune of self in the happiness of others.

"The little bastard's late..." Peter stomped his foot twice in annoyance and uttered a curse.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he heard a rush of footsteps, and Peter didn't need to look up to know the identity of his visitor. Peter eyes were down low, and he noticed that the other man was wearing a pair of white and purple Puma boardshorts.

"Sorry I'm late..." Paul's breathy tone sounded convincing.

"You do deserve to be sorry." Peter inwardly took pleasure, Sinful Pleasures, in the fleeting embarrassment in Paul's words.

When Peter realized that a grin was forming on his face, he knew that Paul had noticed it as well, and although the sunglasses were blocking the lead singer's eyes, the way he tensed his lips was enough to show that he was trying to suppress the discomfort he felt about it. If he could, Peter really wanted to laugh out loud, wondering if Paul wouldn't be able to resist yelling at him. However, the thought flashed briefly through Peter's mind and he quickly stop, not wanting to give away too much.

As the eyes of passersby around them began to gradually fall on the two of them, "I think we should go inside." Paul adjusted his sunglasses.

"I thought you loved attention."

"Not at a time like this."Paul clasps his arms to his chest.

He didn't retort, unexpectedly honest, for a master of disguise like Paul Stanley.

...

The waiter led them to their reserved seats, and the two of them took their seats one after the other.

"Are you going to take it off?" Peter said as he received a warm towel from the waiter.

Paul, who had also wiped his hands on a warm towel, froze for a moment, realizing with hindsight that Peter was referring to his sunglasses.

Paul froze for a moment, then obediently removed his sunglasses and gently folded them on the table. Revealing the part of him that Peter had known best from before, his eyes. Peter had heard a theory of biology that the eyes, the only five senses in a human being that don't change as they age. Peter backed up that statement 100%.

In fact, looking at Paul's face, it struck him that Paul was most likely wearing makeup, maybe just a little foundation or something, and there was no trace of eyeliner on his large, drooping eyes, except for a few wrinkles. There was none of the childishness Peter remembered, and he wasn't as shy as he used to be, but he still retained a vague sense of gender. Age had sharpened the line of his jaw, and his long, curly hair balanced it out nicely...even if only half of it was real.

"Is there something on my face?" Paul took a sip of water from his glass and pulled his hair behind his ear.

Peter shrugged and took a sip of water as well, "I heard a rumor that neither you nor Gene's hair is real."

Paul's hand still rested on the glass, and he nearly choked himself before he could swallow the sip he'd taken. "Do you have any insight into this?" He exhaled.

"No, it just popped into my head..." Peter's voice is fading. leaning back in his chair and shaking his head at the ground.

Paul didn't pay him attention any more, instead turning his attention to scrutinizing his own reflection in the mirrored image reflected by the metal knife and fork after the waiter had handed out the menus and set the cutlery. He ran his fingers through his wavy hair and turned his face sideways for a moment. For a moment, felt like he was back in the 70's, where any minute now, crying, screaming fans would be rushing towards him, but unfortunately they didn't have any bodyguards around to keep them in check. the 70's were as far away from KISS as a lifetime ago, and the glory and the honor had been washed away by time.

Like countless times in the past, Peter stared long enough that he began to wonder more and more why he was here. He picked up the menu in front of him, determined to distract himself. As it turned out, the menu was cluttered with new-school dishes he didn't recognize, much to Peter's annoyance. He simply closed the menu with a thud and decided to follow his experience.

"Let's start with the main course, a pasta, the Neapolitan kind, ya know? With red peppers and chopped parsley, oh... Yeah, and finally grate a bit Parmesan cheese on top, I like to smell the cheese. The rest of it...Paul, do you want to take care of the other parts of the order?"

The sudden call of his name made Paul's hands and feet flutter, his eyes flickering back and forth between the knife and fork and Peter's face, "Me? Uh... Actually I wasn't-"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Peter cut him off, his brow furrowing.

"I'm on a diet."

Paul hesitates, unsure if he wants to reveal more in front of outsiders.

"Bullshit."

"I really am!"

"It's an Italian restaurant, Paul, don't be rude." Peter rolled his eyes. Paolo hasn't changed a bit.

"I don't want to do this, Peter." Paul's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, then the corners of his mouth rapidly turned downward.

"Finish your meal, Paul, or I'm leaving now." Peter threatened sternly, his hands balled into fists.

If it had been Gene, he probably would have gone along with Paul's wishes and taken care of most of the food, then lost the argument with Paul during the dessert session and sent a drunken Paul home when it was over because his was in charge of the drinks portion. But that was the big difference between Gene and Peter, he would never pay for Paul's pathetic dream of being a lead singer, and since he offered to come out to dinner, he had to eat his share.

Paul turned his face away, he was clearly suppressing pent up anger.

It made Peter suddenly a bit regretful, a precursor to Paul building up his self-defense, and it was highly likely that he would skimp on self-expression for every minute of the next day, not volunteering a single word until Peter was so tormented he couldn't take it anymore and drowned the two of them in silence.

The good news is Paul wasn't quiet for long: "That's up to you. Except for one thing, no fried garlic in the pasta, I'm sticking to that."

"What kind of spaghetti aglio e olio (pasta with garlic and oil) is that without fried garlic?"

"Just remove the aglio (garlic) and keep the spaghetti e olio (pasta with oil), Peter."

For a while, neither continued to speak, just staring into each other's eyes.

"Fine, no damn fried garlic." Peter gritted his teeth and took the lead in compromising, picking up the menu to put him up and block them both from view.

Why on earth would he agree to see Paul? They spent the mid-80's throwing all sorts of shit at each other's heads through the media. The relationship went on for quite some time, no one remembering who started it and no one knowing how it ended. Into the 90's Paul invited Peter to his wedding out of the blue, agreeing to go although he was quite surprised.

It makes absolutely no sense, but that lack of sense is exactly the norm in their relationship.

By the time their food was served, Peter's stomach was already growling with hunger and he feasted on it without a care in the world. That is, until he noticed Paul sitting across from him, slowly rolling up a few pieces of pasta and popping them into his mouth with the tangled expression of an anorexic chick. But as soon as the flavors melted on his tongue, Paul's eyebrows in surprise and his eyes narrowed in an involuntary smile.

"Enjoying your food, Paulie?" asked Peter taking in everything that had just happened, he loved seeing Paul enjoying his food.

"Hmm, It's a bit more than I expected, actually it's really good." Paul lets the food slide down his throat and nods contentedly.

Did Peter just call him "Paulie"? He was pretty sure the last time Peter had called him that in years, the news was still reporting on Jimmy Carter's re-election defeat.

"You know what? You should just relax and allow some good things to happen in your life."

"I don't know, Peter. It's been so long that I can't tell the difference between a lot of things anymore." Paul's fork stopped. The food in his mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow.

Can't tell what? The good things in life? Come on, his wife gave him a son not too long ago, can't even his child fill his empty ego and be considered a good thing? Paul's ego-collapsing problem is non-trivial.

"For God's sake, Paul, you just had a baby boy, remember? That's worth being grateful for what you have."

"I do appreciate that, really."

Paul wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on that shit."

"What do you mean?"

"From the past to the present, you've always gone in both directions. " Peter flipped his wrists from side to side and take a sip of wine.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not Ace, I've never gone the other way."

"Keep talking, Paul, keep convincing yourself, even if you can't convince anyone. "A snort escaped Peter's lips.

Paul puts down his fork: "Don't talk like you know a lot about me, you don't know me at all-"

"I know you well enough! All those complaints and little secrets from your past." Peter picked up his glass again and this time drank it down in one gulp, moving so much that he missed a few drops on his baggy t-shirt, "We used to talk on the phone every night, remember? We'd go on and on and Lydia would argue with me about me draining the phone bill. It was all good then, until you got hooked on Ace......"

"That's enough, It's all in the past, Peter. I don't want to keep talking about this." Paul quickly interrupted Peter's reminiscing, seemingly truly determined to make a clean break with the past.

"I didn't start all of this, you did..." Peter was guilty of muttering as he glanced at Paul to make sure the lead singer wasn't too disturbed by the conversation he'd just had, and he raised his hand to summon the waiter to order another glass of wine.

With his second glass, Peter greedily chased the aroma of the brew and felt better.

"So, how come you're alone, I thought you and Gene were Siamese twins now?"

"He's got his own thing going on, and we're not always together." Paul didn't react to Peter's inappropriate analogy as if he was finally getting used to it.

Watching Paul pick his fork through his spaghetti like a three-year-old with less than a third of the portion left, Peter saw it as an improvement.

"Want one?" Peter pushed the bread basket leaning in front of him towards Paul's end, curious if he could get Paul to eat more.

"I don't think I should eat anymore." Paul burped at the right time.

That's not the kind of answer that would satisfy Peter.

"PAUL."

"Fine!" Paul impatiently picked up a baguette and pushed the bread basket back.

Peter immediately casts a wide smile and slackens his expression management.

Then the smile faded from his face as he witnessed Paul slowly placing the soup-covered baguette into his mouth.Paul's large eyes ghosted over to his own for a quick glance, just one glance, and quickly moved away. At the same time, he bit down into the bread, soaking up the soup so deliciously that it almost made him moan, and he closed his eyes to savor it. On the other end Peter was struck in the small of his back by a primal urge, his body's betrayal coming so suddenly that he had to awkwardly adjust his pants in his seat.

Did he do it on purpose? Or did Peter misunderstand the meaning.

This query would keep playing on the drummer's mind for the rest of the mealtime.

#kiss #kiss band #peter criss #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #fanfic #I just copied what I posted on ao3...#paul stanley x peter criss

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Complicated

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Florence is unhappy in her current relationship, but she won’t say anything, you’ve sat back and watch from the side-lines wishing things were different.

Angst & Fluff | 1.6K | language and drinking warning

AC: I hope you enjoy this x Thank you for sending in the request!

*This is a request from my old blog*

Once a month you and your closet friends would hold a girl’s night, movie, games, wine and what not. This was a great way to stay in touch with those closest to you, with work and other commitments sometimes time can slip through the cracks, and you’d find yourselves forgetting about having a social life outside of work. This month was being held at your own house and this time Florence was bringing her girlfriend which was rare as the woman didn’t seem to like spending time getting to know Florence’s friends.

“Babe, can we go now please?” you heard the woman whisper to Florence whose laugh died off fast. “Just a moment darling” Florence smiled to her lover who you didn’t like much. Florence and her have been together for a little over a year now and at first you thought she was great, and she brought out a side of Florence you loved so deeply, despite your own feelings. But recently, over the past few months Florence seem down, blunt and the sparkle in her beautiful green eyes was fading.

You respected Florence’s private life and didn’t say anything until a few weeks ago when Florence called you in tears. They had a fight, a pretty big one at that. You told Florence how you felt about the relationship and how you saw how unhappy Flo was becoming. The blonde didn’t admit it, but she didn’t deny it either.

“Flo, I’m bored, I want to go. Please” the brunette groaned quietly to Florence. Watching the tension between the two carefully, you could see Florence didn’t want to go, she was having fun and you missed the smile that lit up the room no matter where she was. “Well, it’s been lovely girls!” Florence spoke in a fake happy tone. You eyed her girlfriend shaking your head slightly. “You don’t have to go Flo” you spoke. “Actually, we do, we have other plans” her girlfriend threw a fake smile at you. “Right” you mumbled. Florence stood from the table and thanked you for a lovely night before she left with the annoying partner.

The other girls stayed for a while longer, but your mind was stuck on Florence and how she gets treated. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen her be controlled in such a way. Florence wasn’t one to take orders from people like this, so you were confused on why she’d let this woman control her like she does.

Shortly after the rest of your friends left, you were cleaning up the mess that was left behind, wine glass in the sink, empty wine bottles on the countertop, left over snacks to be wrapped and put away before you heard a knock on your door.

“Florence, you ok?” you asked, slightly surprised to see her standing on the other side by herself.

“Yeah, all good. Molly said she left her phone behind, so I said I’d swing by and grab it” she smiled. You nodded, “of course, go for it” you opened the door wider for her.

You could tell her vibe was thrown, she was tense and didn’t seem like she wanted to leave.

“Flo, it’s right there” you said softly, pointing to the purple cased phone on the dining room table. “Oh! Right, I must be tired” she laughed, playing off she purposely skipped over it.

“Florence is everything okay?” you asked, knowing it wasn’t.

“Yeah. All good” she repeated. You cocked an eyebrow at her, “I mean it, I’m good” she said at your expression.

“Why do you let her treat you like that?” you asked, shocked at your own words that slipped out.

“Excuse me?” Florence frowned.

“Come on Flo, you’d never let anybody talk to you like she did tonight” okay, your mouth has a mind of its own tonight.

Florence sighed before slipping into the closest chair to her. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know what happened… we used to be good and happy and now she’s just stressed, I’m sure things will be fine again” she admitted, fiddling with her rings.

“Flo, if she’s stress that badly, that’s not fair on you. She shouldn’t be treating you like this. I hate it to be honest”

“Y/n…you don’t know her like I do. She’s just going through some stuff”

“She doesn’t know you” you paused before your mouth finished the rest of the sentence.

“What do you mean? Of course, she does. Look, I’m sorry if she ruined your night, I really am but I promise, I’m okay, we’re okay”

“Does she know that you like to watch animated movies when you feel sick even though you’re an adult? Or how you like your tea to have more water than milk? How the smell of vanilla drops in the bath help you relax more than lavender does? Does she know that when even though nobody is watching you still dance around the kitchen as you wait for the food to cook? Does she know the little things about you at all?” you blabbered out.

Florence looked up at you, speechless by the words you’d just said. “I… I’m so- sorry I didn’t mean to say all that” you quickly panicked, grabbing the rest of the dirty dishes to put in the dishwasher.

“Say that again” you heard Florence say softly.

“Huh? It was nothing, just forget it, I was out of line”

“Y/n”

You took a moment to yourself, shaking your head knowing now you’ve just opened the worst can of worms possible. You swore never to tell Florence how you felt about her because you valued your friendship with her more than anything and you worried than maybe your feelings would ruin that.

“Florence, I can’t sit back and watch you get hurt by her anymore. I hate it. You’re not the same Florence I once knew; I’ve grown to know this new Flo and I’m sad to say she’s not you. You used to be so happy and bright, your…your ey- eyes…they’re so beautiful and sparkle brighter than any diamond I’ve seen...You’re so beautiful and deserve the world, I’m not just saying this to make a point but…Flo, I’ve..I- I like you, I have for so damn long and seeing you like this hurts. I just” you stopped, looking down at your feet hoping she wasn’t truly listening.

“Just what?” Florence questioned as she walked towards you slowly.

“I just…I just want better things for you. You deserve so much better Florence.”

Before Florence could say another word, Molly busted through your front door. “Flo what is taking so long!?” she groaned. Florence kept her eyes on you, a few small tears running down her cheek. Molly made her way to the kitchen, “oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt?” she said sarcastically before continuing to grab her phone from the dining table. “Don’t you knock?” you mumbled.

“Sorry but it’s so fucking cold out in the car, Florence I’ve got my phone lets go” Molly crossed her arms. Florence turned on her heels and faced Molly, “When I bath, do I rather lavender or vanilla drops?” she asked suddenly. Molly frowned, “obviously lavender now can get go?”

You stood back and watched the two before you, Florence shook her head slightly, “How do I like my tea in the morning?” Florence asked another question.

“Oh my god, what is with you tonight? Uhm, PG tips? I don’t really care right now baby, I’m tired and I want to go home”

“Yorkshire Gold” the words slipped from your mouth, “and you like to let the tea brew before you add milk” you added. Molly looked at you and shrugged, “so? cool story you know how she likes to make tea?” she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Florence snapped. “Woah, I think we should go” Molly replied. “No. I’m not going anywhere actually” Flo said sternly. Her eyes glaring at Molly with unspoken words. “Oh, come on, don’t be like this, please. Not tonight, we can talk about whatever” she paused and waved her finger up and down at the two of you, “whatever this is at home” she finished.

“I think you should just go home and pack your things” Florence replied.

“I’m just gonna be up in my room” you said quietly, slipping pass the couple. You closed the door behind you and tried to distract yourself while the two argued downstairs. You tried your best not to listen, but you always wanted to make sure things didn’t get too out of hand.

Molly raised her voice more than Florence did and the things she was saying bothered you to the core, but again, you reframed from inserting yourself. Instead, you finally put away the clean laundry away that you folded earlier today. The house went silent shortly after, then, a loud slamming of your front door shook your house. Slowly you wondered back to the kitchen to see Florence frozen with tears running down her cheek.

“Come here” you said in an almost whisper, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her close. “She doesn’t deserve you” you added, placing kissing on top of her head while she cried. “I’m so sorry about all this” she said in-between sobs. “Hey, don’t apologise. You did what you had too, she should be the one to apologise” you replied, rubbing her back softly while she soaked your shirt with her tears.

“Di…did you mean…what you said…before?” Florence asked, slowly pulling away. You looked at her, reaching up and gently wiping her tears you nodded. “Yes” you gave her a soft smile. Her eyes looked back and forth between yours, “will you wait for me? I-I need some time to – “

“always” you cut her off without a thought, “always” you repeated. She smiled softly before leaning back into your hold.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

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sparklingbluerose · 2 years

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TWST x Childe! Reader

"I swear on it forever when that day comes forward,

As long as i'm right here i will never forget you."

A/N: I cried writing this. That's also a warning.

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TW: Angst, Blood, No Happy Ending, Cursing

Male! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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When you love someone...chances are you'll never want to let them go, ever. Things change overtime, lives are always lost.

And it was no different for the panic surging through your veins as you rush towards the bathroom stalls. Swiftly gripping ahold of the sink, you spill out the blood from your lips.

Panting with a sigh, eyes drift down towards the one thing you dreaded the most. Maybe a vision wasn't nice...after all...

It never was. Up to now, you knew using both a vision and a delusion was going to kill you if you further use it. But what was the point..? You went against yourself, and fought the pain.

That could well describe the horrid feeling of anxiety and death pooling right into your stomach. "Urgh.." You gurgle, and spit out more amounts of blood into the running faucet. You felt weak. So weak...you couldn't just go out to help like this!

'No..no, i can. I can do this.' Gritting your teeth, you gaze at yourself in the mirror. Unrecognizable. Ha, of course you were.

It was always like that, no matter how long ago that childhood story of yours went off, you could still remember clearly the trauma and suffering you put through.

But now, it felt weaker. As if a large portion of air was taken from your lungs, you gasped for air.

THERE'S NO TIME! THERE'S A FUCKING OVERBLOT!

"Dammit...i need..to go." Pushing through gritted teeth, you wash the red metallic stains in the sink before running out.

TIME SKIP

"Shit! Where the hell is (Y/N)?!" Ace exclaims, fearfully standing away from the monster. The monster they all had always known and were in fear of. He has come.

"Malleus...why? Why would–" Silver merely croaks out, the ugly fresh wounds on his face making him paler than before.

No one but the other first years heard Ace's scream. They were too busy fighting off the horrible "thing"– anything to just stop the madness and make it normal again.

Please...please...please..please!

"STOP HIM! HE'LL HIT KALIM!" As if on cue, Lilia immediately swoops in and pulls the boy out of the way, succesfully evading the wrath of Malleus's attack.

"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻." The voice booms through the entire area, trees almost bending over from the strong tone of the dragon fae's command. But nobody will ever listen. Not until he comes, they'll–

A flash of purple electricty circles behind the blot monster with a simple dash. Epel's eyes widen. "Is that...(Y/N)!??!"

Sighs of relief were heard, not until your body was severely hit by an attack of...Malleus..?..

Ace's eyes widen, seeing his own life flash by his eyes as the dear (Y/N) struggled to move around as freely as he could. Why were you so...weak? What happened?

Your eyes didn't glint anymore unlike how you always fight. Now it was different.

Strangely so different...why– why were you so slow? Why was blood pouring down from your mouth!? He gulps, unable to let anything come out of his mouth.

No..oh no..

A smile never came on your face. You looked so...dead..

Landing charged attacks after each other, it was enough to weaken the other but not enough for you.

"!" Stifling a cry of pain, a shock of thunder rushes through your veins and worsening your condition. No, you HAVE to keep going! You have to! Or else...you stop..

'(Y/N)?! Are you okay?' Of course not.

'Why are you bleeding so much!?!' Heh, beats me.

'WAIT NO–' ...Huh?..What–

SPLAT!

...

..O-Oh...

Riddle's eyes widen, unable to move.

..What the..

Leona grits his teeth, eyes watching you.

..So much red..

Azul chokes back a sob, seeing you fall.

...Is it r-really..

Jamil attempts to reach for you but..fails.

..Right now..

Vil shouts your name, but to no avail.

...At this moment..

Idia panics...fear enveloping him completely.

...My time..?..

Blood covering your eyes, stomach, body...it was everywhere. Nonetheless, you tear up, all over your clothes with no care.

"I.." You sob, emotions hurling at you so painfully. So it has to be like this..then so what?..Then i guess if this is how Malleus wants this to end...then so be it.

With a shake of your hands, you manage to make one last firm grasp on your bow. Beautiful drops of water...were appearing from the ground. It was so admirable. But no time now...

"..Brace yourself, this is gonna hurt!"

With the loudest voice you could muster, you throw all of the energy you could to deliver your final burst.

"(Y/N) NO!" But it was too late...

Riddle finally snaps out of his trance, running towards you first. No he couldn't..he can't accept this!

Running towards your body, he looks in pain with your deathly cold complexion. Eyes drained of all life, and simply nothing...

"Y-You seem to not be happy...to see me." You crack a small smile, attempting to stay calm in the moment of calamity. It wasn't fine...it really wasn't.

He gives you the most frustrated look he could manage. That was difficult to go through your head...why..wasn't he relieved?

"YOU'RE DYING! WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU?! WHY WOULD YOU JUST SACRIFICE YOURSELF LIKE THIS? IT'S NOT FAIR, (Y/N)– it's..it's not fair..it's not fair!" He cries loudly, steel eyes brimming with hurls of tears..

You look down at your bloody body. Ah...right. That's what you did huh. You never knew you were capable of a heart again.

Footsteps run towards your beaten body, hands clasping yours ever so gently. Of course you knew that gloved hand anywhere..

So he's still a crybaby...little baby Azul..

You chuckle to yourself, but stop to cough blood out of your system. Leona cringes at the pool of blood...he..can't save you. What a bad time of events...

The delusion had long sucked out your life force, as you were struggling to talk or even move. But with a little hope left..

Tears strain the beautiful amethyst eyes above you. Vil.

"I love you."

In which were your final words, you could muster. You couldn't bare to leave them...but to die and feel the pain only for a little, seemed better than living on with life with pain forever.

The sunset slowly dies down, the crescent moon as pale and yet delicate as your face...as well as the smile of your fate.

All in that day, the life that was lost...was forever in vain.

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2 YEARS LATER

Sitting ever so quietly at the bench outside of Heartslabyul, Ace gives a comforting sigh. He was a 3rd Year now. And would soon be graduating in a week.

Ace Trappola, Prefect of Heartslabyul Dorm.

'Tired..' He was fighting back a yawn, pulling up an all night last night to try and work hard at studying. He almost fell asleep.

Almost. "Oi! Orange, what are you still doing out here?" His friend calls and he gives a small smile.

Deuce Spade, Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul.

"Nothing, just felt the need to take a breath." The ginger shrugs, with a nonchalant expression. He should probably get up now before facing the wrath of his vice friend huh...

Deuce huffs, crossing his arms. "Whatever." He mutters. Although looking well presentable, Ace surely didn't know how to iron his clothes so properly...gah..

"Hm?" His teal green eyes catch ahold of something in the other boy's pocket. "Hey, what's that bump?" He points out.

The other looks at Deuce with furrowed eyebrows, and looks down to take it out of his pocket. And the smile...leaves his face..

Deuce may as well just have noticed it as well. An emotionless face cascades over both of them, unable to know what else to say. "..." It's been so long..to both of them..

Silence erupts between both, attempting to find the correct timing to say what they had wanted.

"(Y/N).." Deuce starts, still looking up trying not to cry. "Do you think that he's watching us up there?" He questions quietly. Ace simply shrugs, eyes glinting in sorrow. "Yeah..i'm sure." He whispers, gripping the object as not to let it go.

Always and forever, you have never been forgotten. Continuing to live on in their minds..and their hearts.

The cold, grey vision that no longer glows for anyone, that is properly protected by the other ginger friend had promised. So as long as he has it, he will always feel the love you gave them...

To a life of happiness and sadness, anger and sorrow, peace and tranquility, it will always be as that saying goes..

"For those that live too long, the friends of days gone by and scenes from their adventures live on in their memories. As such I have no regrets in meeting you, friend. Should the day ever come that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories."

(I'm sorry i had to do this~)

Taglist: @stygianoir, @serenareiss

#twisted wonderland #childe #genshin impact #crossover #angst prompt #send help #fanfic #sad boi hours

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rockybloo · 1 year

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As a prompt Monster/Kaiju bitter dressed as Bowser in the wedding suit, a sweetheart as Peach

sweetheart and bitterbat go roller skating of course in disguise. I definitely recommend listening/watching to Left to Right by Marteen!! Definitely reminds me of BB trying to impress sweetheart in the ring

I def vibe with Sweetheart and Bitterbat roller skating but my drawing juice is low atm so I wrote up a fic instead

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Amara sat on a cushioned bench, her fingers dancing along her skate's laces as she tied the strings. She made sure to double knot her loops for extra security as she gave a strong tug.

Sitting up, she kicked her legs ever so gently as a wobble test. Satisfied by how secure her footwear remained, she popped right up, making sure to grab one of the guard rails next to the rink.

"Alrighty Ace, I'm ready to go!" She turned her attention to her boyfriend who was currently leaning against the short wall of the rink. Due to his height, he practically loomed over her, though it was less intimidating with the lack of his monstrous features. His trademark bat wings were currently absent, replaced with pierced human ears. And his spikey purple and blue hair had a softer darker look to it.

The only thing that truly stood out were his bright golden eyes that glowed in the dim lights of the rink. Bitterbat wore just enough of a disguise to avoid bringing too much negative attention. However, he did garner the occasional stare.

Moreso for his fashion choices. Specifically his decision to make 99% of his outfits comprised of his girlfriend's wardrobe.

Thankfully, Amara had managed to talk him into wearing one of her larger shirts while preparing for their date. Sadly, large for her was barely a medium for him. The cute puppy face on the front was stretched and a portion of his midriff was revealed.

Ace?

Bitterbat seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he looked Sweetheart over, admiring how she just existed. Amara was very used to this trance of his and called again, this time in a harsh whisper.

"Batty!"

His response was almost immediately, snapping back to attention at his nickname. His human name wasn't said too often, just enough to know that when it was said, it was in reference to him. But unless he was already present in the conversation, it never truly worked out as an attention grabber.

"Hm~? Oh! Sorry Sweet Pea," Bitterbat straightened up as Amara rolled closer to him. "You just look reeaally cute in this lighting."

Amara raises a brow, an amused smile on her face. "The lighting of flickering fluorescent lights from the 80s?"

"Yeah~" Bitterbat responded in a dreamlike tone. His girlfriend merely rolled her eyes at how lovestruck he could be. It was only when he took the hand she had held out to him that he noticed how warm she was. A sign she was flustered even if she was hiding it.

"Mind pulling me out to the rink?"

A wide smile came to Bitterbat's face. An inhuman one that stretched ear-to-ear and revealed his fangs. Another feature of his that he often didn't bother to hide while human.

"Anything for my Queen!" Bitterbat happily proclaimed as he gently pulled up around the wall, swinging her into the rink and into his arms. His blurt had caused a couple glances from the other roller rink patrons and Amara could feel her skin heat up more in his embrace. She was used to Bitterbat's favorite name for her causing some eye rolls but she knew it was much more than just a name. And that he wasn't simply calling her "Queen" it to be, as Val loved to call him, a simp.

And as embarrassing as it was to have it said so loudly, so publicly, she couldn't help but find it utterly adorable. There was the creeping desire to give him a kiss right then and there but Amara shoved the urge down and breathed steady.

"Thank you...," She pulled back some, her hands slipping into Bitterbat's to hold her steady as she put a bit more space between them for the sake of some of the children skating on by.

Eventually, she let him go as she looked around the rink to keep track of which areas were the most congested and where there were less people. The rink was noticeably large, almost overwhelmingly so. It was smack dab in the middle of the capital of the state and one of the city's busiest tourist districts so of course it was designed to be eye catching.

On the outskirts of the rink, there was some light but closer to the middle, it was nearly completely lights out save for the neon and strobe lights and the stage outlined with foam to cushion the occasional run in. Smack dab in the middle were speakers blasting some old hits.

Bitterbat watched, his eyes locked on her face, a smile stuck on his own. He was used to this habit Amara had where she would always do a scan of the area before proceeding to do anything. He figured it was a reflex she had developed over the course of being a hero. A subconscious need to have a head count in case something ever happened.

After seemingly being satisfied with her findings, Amara turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

"Alrighty, lets roll...my King." She winked as she took off.

Bitterbat's eyes widened as his face turned a deep shade of pink. Having not reached too fast a pace yet, Amara could still safely steal a glance over her shoulder to witness the rest of her boyfriend's reaction.

And she looked back right in time to see his ears had poofed, his bat wings returning to their rightful place.

Quickly, Bitterbat clasped his hands on both sides of his head to hide his ears. Thankfully, the constant movement of the rink and the flickering of the lights were enough to keep people distracted, or at least blame whatever they did see on a trick of the lights.

Amara was still surprised at such an extreme reaction, struggling to stifle a giggle as she covered her mouth. Upon gathering himself, Bitterbat's golden eyes locked on target, narrowing as he made eye contact.

A random roller rink goer passed across Amara's vision and within the mere seconds Bitterbat was obscured from her view, he had seemingly vanished.

The smile on her face faltered into a wobbly nervous grin as a shudder ran down her spine. She knew that look he shot her before he disappeared.

It wasn't a look of anger.

It was a look of "I am going to get you".

Within seconds, their position had switched from king and queen to predator and prey.

There was some safety in the fact they were in public as it meant Bitterbat couldn't do anything extreme like he could at home. But this was also Bitterbat.

He was known for being unpredictable.

Especially with her.

Gulping, Amara turned on her heel and sped up to better match the current of the rink. She never felt fear for Bitterbat, it was quite the opposite. But there was a sort of tension in the air and excitement in her veins of locking eyes with the King of Monsters and knowing he was coming for you.

She looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of where her king had gone. There was a child holding on to their dad, a quartet of teens with their arms chain link together as they skated, an old grandpa who was really feelin the vibes, but no Batty to be seen.

Her eyes skipped over a couple of couples also in the rink. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was small but she wanted to be holding hands and laughing with her own partner. Or spinning around and singing to Whitney Houston over the radio like the two young skaters a couple feet away from her. A thought that was immediately scrapped from her mind as she saw them miss a beat and topple over each other, wiping out on the polished floor. A couple "Ooos" and "Ouches" echoed among the other skaters.

"I want somebody to dance with me but not like that." She winced hissed in sympathetic pain as she turned her gaze away from the scene.

"That's my queue then!"

Amara immediately turned her head forward towards the voice and got a face full of puppy. And puppies. All she managed out was a squeak as she peeked out from Bitterbat's chest to see his wide grinning expression. Due to the darkness of the inner rink, his golden eyes stood out in the darkness. The shifting neon lights helped to blend in the feature.

He was snickering, obviously proud of catching her off guard. She had panicked, worry on her face as her mind flashed back to the fallen pair. She was concerned about sharing the same fate, only for Bitterbat to let her go, opting to skate backwards to face her.

"As much as I'd like to cuddle on the rink, I'd like to avoid us being the second couple they gotta scrape off the floor." He stuck out a purple and forked tongue at Amara who merely looked bewildered at his sudden appearance.

"W-where did you--"

"I was here, I was just outta sight 'til I was ready to pounce~" Bitterbat raised a hand, curling his fingers to mimic claws. Though, it wasn't necessary as he already had his out. A little boy near them seemed entranced with the razor points. A "WHOA-" escaping him as they skated by.

"Alright well, no pouncing in public. We're on a date. And that means," Amara reached out, grabbing Bitterbat's hand. His claws retracted and his mischievous demeanor melted into a look closer resembling a curious kitten. "No more disappearing acts."

A look of guilt immediately came to Bitterbat's face and he quickly locked fingers with Amara, his grip tightening like she'd go poof herself as payback. His eyes got big and shiny, like he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Ah, I'm sorry Sweetie Pie! I'll stick right by you!" Now Amara felt guilty. She didn't mean to come off so harsh to him and she had started to open her mouth to correct herself when Bitterbat had suddenly moved again.

He had released her hand, only to grab it at a different angle with his other hand as he twisted to skate next to her, facing forward now. It didn't take much for him to pull her in, her body pressing against his side and he purred. The stage and speakers in the ceiling dulled the sound but she could feel the strong vibrations of his body rocking through hers.

"So good luck running away from me now~"

She knew if it weren't for the constant momentum and the clunkiness of the skates in close proximity, he'd be nuzzling his head against hers. But alas, as she caught a glimpse of the catastrophic couple from earlier limping away from the rink, they both figured this was as safe of intimacy they could get.

Amara just chuckled.

After a few laps around the rink, Amara noticed some people rolling patterns as they went. Most settled for a casual sway from side to side. Bitterbat also noticed, motioning their bodies in a similar fashion.

It was small motion at first, making sure their bodies were synced before they began to swivel like a two-segmented snake, gaining a quick yet still safe speed.

The sudden rush along with the sensation of having Bitterbat tugging her along sent a wave of butterflies through Amara, sending her into a fit of giggles. The sound was music to Bitterbat's ears as his smile widened.

Navigating around the slower skaters, the couple swayed and swerved, lost in the euphoria of the music and each other. Bitterbat made sure to avoid sending them crashing into anyone. For a while, they felt less like they were skating on a packed roller rink in the middle of Decking and more like they were gliding in the air with the sky to themselves.

They've done such a thing numerous times before, and the feeling was both different yet similar. The woosh of the air, the sensation of their fingers locked together, Amara's bright pink glowing eyes looking back up at him.

Bitterbat's eyes widened.

Amara's deep brown hues were pink and her pupils were white, heart-shaped, and glowing. And it was certainly more intense than his own orbs.

Not wanting to disrupt her daze, Bitterbat moved fast to redirect them to a nearby outside wall where he positioned himself in front of her. His larger statue helped to hide her from the view of other skaters but the position made it seem less like protection and more like seduction.

The halt in movement seemed to bring Amara back to the present and she looked up at Bitterbat who was busy scanning her face over.

Amara had her location scanning, Bitterbat had his Sweetheart scanning.

And it seemed like she had passed as he let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.

"You went pink."

Amara's eyes widened and she groaned. Bitterbat's laughter only continued. It wasn't harsh and was rather light, a sign he found her reaction cute.

"Agh, dammit this always happens!" Amara rubbed at her eyes as though to scrub the Beloved hue away from them. It never worked and was just a force of habit that did nothing but make her sore and Bitterbat gently grabbed her wrists. He shook his head as he lowered himself a bit to her eye level, closing some of the distance between them.

Amara raised a brow. She knew pink and dark brown were very easy colors to differentiate and Bitterbat had better eyesight than her. There wasn't a need for him to be right up in her face.

But the second she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to, her lips were covered by his own and a muffled squeak was all she could muster.

It was a quick kiss but just enough that she felt something dart past her lips and run over her tongue and bail out of her mouth.

And when Bitterbat pulled away, Amara could see the forked culprit as it returned to his mouth. A smug grin sat on Bitterbat's face as he ate up her reaction.

"All clear!"

"I swear to god, you are a menace-" Amara did her best to sound mad but she couldn't hold in her laughter.

"Hey, you're the one who's in charge of kicking my ass when I am one." Bitterbat winked at her as he straightened back up, his gaze refocusing on her mouth. The smile on his face twitched.

Amara only rolled her eyes as she moved away from the wall with full intentions of rejoining the rink. "Whatever, Batty. I'll kick your ass later on tonight--" Her movement was halted by Bitterbat grabbing her hand.

"Actually, you might wanna go to the bathroom first or you're gonna be kicking my ass a lot sooner than you planned." The corners of Bitterbat's mouth wobbled and Amara squinted in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Lipstick." Was the Monstrum's quick response. It was obvious he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Wha-Batty I'm not wearing lipstick." The Beloved's confusion only grew.

"Well you certainly are now!" Bitterbat broke into a fit of giggles. Amara's mouth turned into a solid straight line as her brain cells finally processed Bitterbat's warning.

She rarely wore lipstick but Bitterbat constantly did.

Specifically the kind that left purple prints all over whatever his lips were just on.

And he just kissed her.

Amara simply tightened the grip on his hand, the same he had just grabbed her with, as she redirected herself from the rink towards the bathroom. She shook her head, unable to hide the smile on her face from just how ridiculous a situation this was.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting your ass later on tonight." Amara had been referring to her job as a Hero and he as a Villain.

But due to the vagueness of her statement, Bitterbat seemed to perk up at what was a halfhearted threat. "Well, don't forget you gotta kick it first~"

Amara could only cover her face with her freehand as she tried to hide the pink glow of her eyes again.

#ask #ask: glitter and guilt #ask: licorice #sweetheart #bitterbat #writing #cookiethedoge #licorice #glitter and guilt #ask: sweetheart #ask: bitterbat

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chibi-celesti · 17 days

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The Send Off

Synopsis: As the Dawn of Spring approaches, Yuu was to volunteer… by Ambrose of all people!, to do a Send Off for the Spring Arcane festivities.

*aka a BPJ to do a nod to FF X's Sending Scene!*

A/N: Me: *working Twst Tone.* instant epiphany I wanna write something FFX related now lol.

~♡~

“You want me to do what exactly?”

“I am aware of your ‘predicament’, Harukawa-san. However, I was wondering if you could join us this Spring for our annual Send Off.”

“But… this is so sudden, Ambrose-sensei.”

“I know. But I ask you not because we're short on those who can. I ask because I know this is something special you can do.”

“...” she hesitates for a few moments before… “Yes, sir. I'll do it”

~♡~

~Sage’s Island: Beach Coast~

“Has anyone seen Yuu lately?” Deuce asked. “It’s really weird that we haven't seen her these last few days.”

“And Grim’s been tight-lipped, too,” Jack added.

For the past two weeks, most of the NRC 22 almost saw little to no presence of the aforementioned Prefect. Anytime they would see her after school, Yuu would flee off in a hurry with zero explanation.

At first they chalked it up to her wanting some privacy, but over time it went from normal to worrying. Even Grim had run after her in a rush, too without a word!

Ace turned to Sebek. “Has she told Draconia-senpai where she was going?”

“I AM NOT THE HUMAN’S BABYSITTER! And no, she has not! How dare that woman cause Waka-sama to worry!”

“And the Send Off’s about ta start…” Epel mentioned, worried that their friend might miss out.

The sound of a speaker going off ended their discussion. Crowley stood next to Ambrose on the podium. A few staff members of both schools were seated on their respective sides as well.

The Dire cleared his throat before speaking: “Greetings and good evening, everyone! As I’m sure you all are aware, this evening marks the end of the Spring Arcane Festival. The arrival of Spring mark's new beginnings for all life. New flowers bloom freely from the snow, animals waking up once more from hibernation,” he pauses for a moment, taking on a serious tone. “And of course, us parting from those who were left behind from the past year.”

“And as such a case, here on Sage’s Island, we wish to help those pass on, with the annual Send Off.” He steps away, begrudgingly allowing Ambrose to continue.

“For many of us here, the Send Off is a time where we ensure guidance to those who left us. Whether sickness, old age, many other tragedies; it does not change the fact that sometimes these souls need help moving on less they become enraged Phantoms and harm others. Which brings us to today,” He casts a spell that summons a portal. Out from the portal gate came students donned in robes that look like they came from the Far East.

Among the march of students, one stood out from the rest.

“Hey. Isn’t that…”

“I-I think so…”

There in the middle of the group heading to the beach, was Yuu!

She was wearing what looked to be the same robe as the others, but more fitted towards her. A white sleeveless top with two detached, but still complementing in a way, sleeves; the tips of the sleeves fading into a gradient pink. A golden yellow obi wrapped around her petite frame, and a long violet purple skirt to match. In her hand was a meticulous staff no doubt made for the occasion.

“EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH??! WHAT IS SHE DOING OVER THERE?!”

“Gentlemen!!!” Ambrose pointedly looked at the students who interrupted him. “Please lower your voices. You can shout after the Sending.”

The First years in question(Adeuce) muttered a ‘sorry’ before looking back at their friend.

“Now where was I? Oh yes! For this occasion, we have chosen one student to help us send the spirits to the beyond.” he continued. “Ms. Yuu Harukawa, are you ready?”

Said person nodded, determination written all over her face. With a small blessing from one of the other students beside her, Yuu walked forward onto the ocean’s surface. She kept walking until she was in the middle of the floating tombs in the water.

A deep breath in… deep breath out…

From the sound of the first drum, Yuu began to dance. She slowly spinned her body around, weaving and swaying like the ocean waves. She twirled, staff in hand; waving it about in the air as if it was a mage wand.

She looked beautiful… even while performing this rite… She looked beautiful.

As Yuu danced, small orbs of light began to sprout from the tombs. The orbs were pieces of those who passed away, slowly ascending away from the land of the living.

As they reached the climax of the Send Off, the torches that brought light to the festivities changed from red(RSA) and green(NRC) to a fierce blue. In addition, a pillar of water began to lift Yuu into the air a bit. Her dance became more intense spiritually than physically.

Her final pose of bringing her staff in her embrace marked the end of the ceremony. The pillar lowered back to the surface, allowing her to walk back to the shoreline safely.

A somber feeling settled onto the crowd with a few of the robed students complimenting Yuu for her hard work.

Someone from the crowd scurried over to Yuu as he grew impatient to see her. “Yuu. That was a fancy dance you did. Told ya you had it!”

The Prefect laughed “Funny. If I remember correctly, you thought it was boring.”

“I don't remember saying that,” Grim said in denial.

The sound of footsteps and people getting shoved caught Yuu and the others' attention. And out of the crowd came the Heartslabyul duo, panting after the rush to see her.

Ace looked to his friend, wanting answers. “Yuu, why didn't you tell us you were performing?”

She answered back: “I wanted to keep it a secret.”

“But, you could've told us. We wouldn’t tell the others.” Deuce said. “If we knew the Headmage was gonna force you-”

“Actually it wasn't Headmage Crowley.”

“Huh?”

“Ambrose-sensei asked me if I wanted to volunteer. ”

The news shocked the duo. “Why though?”

“Because I knew she had the compassion to ensure the departed were sent safely.” Behind them, said Headmages appeared behind them. “I had a feeling that out of all the possible candidates from NRC, she showed the most passion to carry it without fail.” He smiled at the girl.

“Of course, Crowley was trying to deny my requests-”

“I assure you I was not.” The crow interjected. Sure you weren't, sir.

“However I- as well as the rest of Sage’s Island- are eternally grateful for her and everyone else who participated this year.”

Yuu bowed to the older gentleman. “It's the least I can do, sir.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst yuusona #ffx yuna #final fantasy x #ffx

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hupla222 · 18 days

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New Theory "Evidence"

With the conclusion of my poll I see most people don't agree. Which is what I expected frankly. It is a bit of a goofy theory. But I still feel the need to defend my thoughts so bare with me. Now I'm not saying this is proof its gonna be canon or anything. Of course not. Its unlikely but it would be neat if it was. This will most likely end up being adopted as an AU by me. Now for some ramblings about why I think Sidian and Amethio could be brothers.

First with appearances I admit they look very little alike. Their hair kinda crinkles similarly at the end and they both have white pupils (although plenty of Horizons characters do). But they do both resemble Gibeon in their own ways. With Sidian having his skin tone and face shape while Amethio has his hair (if that even is his hair). Plus they would both have white and a darker color in their hair, Amethio's is just more purple.

What gets me the most is their personalities. They both behave similarly, with some notable differences of course. They both act politely towards the crew, I think they've both called Liko miss at some point. They both tend to fight honorably without the use of dirty tactics as well. And what sticks out most to me is the way they both reacted the exact same to someone getting distracted during their battle (perhaps because they were raised the exact same way). Although I will admit Sidian can be a lot more rough but that may be why he's not Gibeon's favored child. He is a lot more combative as well but Amethio has had moments where he goes against orders as well.

Also some other minor things that are the same. Like they both have a fully evolved Paldean pokemon as their ace and then a tangentially related flying type in the back. Sidian's pokemon connected due to their rock typing and Amethio's because they are both covered in armor. They both have never smiled either and seem pretty serious most of the time.

I'd also like to note the Sidian is the only one of the admins who has never insulted Amethio. Like he agreed with him back in episode 27 and even stopped Coral from badmouthing him in episode 44 (although that could be just because she left her post, but she wasn't that far away).

That's all I've got so far since they've never directly talked to one another, but maybe there's a reason for that. I could see Gibeon raising them to hate and compete with each other. Anyway enough out of me, you've probably tapped out by now lol. Once again not saying this is what I think is going to happen, I just think it would be cool if it did.

#pokemon horizons #pokemon explorers #pokemon onyx #pokemon sidian #pokemon amethio #amethio #pokemon gibeon #why did I put so much effort into this lol #I just thinks its a neat theory

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foxydivaxx · 6 months

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Sanji:Chronicles of King Nasty Chapter 3

I remember my audition for Popstars vividly. That day was a warm Thursday. Auditions were meant to begin by 11. I got there by 8 o’clock. Ichiji dropped me off and the rest of the family waited outside for me.

I remembered being intimidated as there was a long ass queue. About 2000 kids auditioned for the show. I had butterflies in my tummy, constantly told myself that I did not stand a chance. Considering my previous lacklustre debut, it should not come as a surprise.

So I went off to register like every other kid that was there. I had also dyed my hair back to blonde the night before. I just wore a pair of black pants, a black vest with a hooded jacket and of course, my signature round glasses. Got that part from mother. I do not know why I decided to tone down my craziness that day. I guess it was the nerves. That or possibly because of past trauma.

Either way, I was nervous and got in line and anxiously waited my turn. I did not register my name as Sanji Vinsmoke or Sanji Bernard which had been my legal name since my parents’ divorce. No. I simply wrote Sanji Griffins, Griffins being a reference to Zeff’s rockstar days. Yup. The old man used to be an ace rocker. Still is. Griffins was his stage name.

Whilst I was waiting in line, I saw a tall brunette guy in front of me wearing a simply blue jumper and a pair of jeans. That guy was my future bandmate Eren Jaeger. Eren was like 2 spots ahead of him.

I did not think too much about it until the auditions began. They split everyone into groups and we were give dance choreography to learn quickly and we all had to do it on the spot. Imagine having a dance Toun time within like an hour or 30 minutes and you then had to re-produce that exact dance move on the spot.

Eren and I were placed in the same group. I took the time to quietly observe him and man he was amazing. Those of you that dare to talk down on Eren, let me use this opportunity to give him his flowers.

That boy is a natural talent and has always been. Watching him dance the way he did that day inspired me to be the best that I could be. I was already taking dance classes since I was 3 so dancing came natural to me.

Now at first I was nervous but as time went on, I got the hang of things and managed to relax and get in the zone. As time went on, various contestants got eliminated and we were brought down to 500.

Our next task was the individual auditions. That bit was nerve wracking and not something I would want anyone to experience.

I remember listening to the four boys that would eventually become my bandmates and being so impressed by their amazing voices.

When it was my turn, I took in a deep breath. Never had I been this nervous in my life. Yet, I somehow managed to open my mouth and began to sing Purple Rain by Prince. Everyone’s jaws dropped once I began to sing. I was soon told that I had made the cut. I remember screaming with joy at this and hugging my family.

Eren came over to me and congratulated me thus beginning our friendship that still endures till this day.

The contestants were then cut down to the 20 finalists that everyone would become familiar with.

The show’s concept was to create a super group out of all of us. Now none of us knew the amount of members that would make it into the group which alone gave all of us enough motivation to want to succeed.

We were trained every single week, day in day out for several hours non-stop. We were taught about singing, dancing, you name it. Every skill that was necessary to be a successful popstar was learned. Basically some sort of training bootcamp, similar to what k-pop idols do.

Eren and I were always paired up with each other as the producers noticed how well we clicked right from the get go. Eren helped me improve on my dancing and I helped him with singing.

Another guy we bonded with who auditioned the same day we did was Natsu.Natsu was hilarious and always made us laugh. He joined our little crew and was a great dancer as well.

The final member of our little team then was Light. Light was very shy and soft spoken but he came alive the moment he sang. The four of us were regarded as the Four Musketeers by everyone at the time.

As time went on, word soon gets out about my parents. That naturally got me some attention. The downside? I was looked down upon as a nepo baby who is untalented and only got in because of my looks, a typical notion that continues to follow me all the days of my life.

There are some things that you cannot control and other people’s opinions of you is one of such things. Unfortunately, the criticism will worsen overtime as we progress with this book.

As the show progressed, I got quite a massive fanbase. I guess all that press did the trick. My performance skills began to manifest here much to the delight of everyone. My Sexy-Dol image showed up in here as I began to do some of erotic hip thrusts and crotch grabs during this time. My song choices were erotic as well.

That caused a lot of controversy because I was still a minor then.Regardless everyone agreed that I was the best contestant overall. Now special note here kids: Do not let all that early praise get to your head. Why? You will understand why later in this chapter. Also a little controversy here and there does not hurt. So go for it. More on that part later.

Lelouch joined the show halfway, obviously as a ploy by the producers to shake things up. The poor guy was so lost and I do not blame him because why shoehorn a kid like that? He had so much catching up to do that it shocked the rest of us when he did not get eliminated earlier on.

Now don’t get me wrong. Lelouch is talented but at the same time, they put the guy through so much stress. Like the dude got bullied by some of the others backstage. Got so bad that Eren and I came to his defence on more than one occasion.

Eventually the day came for the news we were all anticipating, the final lineup. There were ten of us left. The others that got eliminated either created groups of their own or went solo.

Since I was the top contestant with the highest grades, everyone expected me to be in the final group. Unfortunately, that is not often how life works. You guessed right. I got cut. And not just me. Light, Eren and Natsu hit the chopping block as well.

I remember how devastated we all felt that day. All four of us went to my crib, dazed and confused. It was at that moment that mother suggested that the four of us create a band of our own and go head to head with the winning team.

At first, I was hesitant about that because where do we start? We had no manager and I doubted that any label would have wanted to sign us then.

Thankfully, Ichiji had his own recording studio at home which made recording a lot easier for us. Mother began using her connections and got in contact with Kisuke Urahara, an old friend of hers who became our manager.

Problem solved right? Wrong. We had other obstacles. Now note this was before the social media era. So we needed to promote our music to get ourselves signed. Plus, we had no name and needed a clear identity to differentiate ourselves from the winning team who were announced as B-Boys shortly afterwards.

I have to thank Reiju and Niji here because Reiju was the one that suggested we named ourselves Aogiri after a book of the same name. Ironically, said book has a band of the same name.

We took the advice. Niji then brought up the controversy surrounding my dance moves and figured that we should exploit that to our advantage. But that was only just part of the battle.

#sanji #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #eren jaeger #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #light yagami #death note #lelouch lamperouge #code geass #natsu dragneel #fairy tail #fanfiction #fanfic

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lunalee2642 · 2 years

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~To Belong~: Monkie Kid Fanfic

Here it is! My LMK OC fanfic! I know it won't be popular, but I'm really proud of this, I hope you all like it too! Enjoy!

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The underworld was quiet today. Not too many demons out and about, and little talk of the next evil deeds to be done. A blur of purple zoomed around the outside of her home, giggles being heard. 'There it is! She thought, 'The perfect spot!'. Hiding under a table with a long cloth, she held her tail close and curled in a ball, making herself as small as possible.

'Hehe, he'll never find me here, I just gotta stay real quiet'.

"Haha! Found you!" The familiar voice shouted, triumphantly smiling at his win. "You picked such a dumb hiding spot! The ONLY table outside? Come on Hanying, you can do better than that!" Helping the small demon up from under the table, the demon quickly dusted off his clothes, Hanying did the same. Before the small demon could say anything more, a deep voice cut him off.

"Hanying! Come inside! Now!" The tone of the voice was demanding, enough for Hanying to shiver in fear slightly before composing herself enough to respond. "Coming father! Let me say goodbye first!" She pleaded. "Make it quick" the voice responded annoyed. Hanying turned to look at her friend, apologeticly saying that she had to go. The other demon nodded and before he could say anything else, he felt arms wrapped around his body in a tight hug. It wasn't like the others though, this felt...different. He hugged back just as tight, not knowing why this felt so different from all the other times they've hugged. Hanying let go, sniffling the slightest bit before flying off inside her home. The door shut loudly, shaking the ground.

That was last time the princess of the Hao family was ever seen in the public eye of underground.

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Several centuries later...

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The sun shined brightly over the city, people up and bustling around the city, the start of another day.

Especially for one individual

"Hmmhmmhmm, oh. This must be it!"

A young woman stood in front of a small shop, the sign "Pigsy's Noodles" lit up letting her know she was in the right place. With a deep breath, the woman opened the door and stepped inside. It was peaceful sight. No one was in the shop but a black haired man with glasses sitting at the counter and the owner himself, Pigsy. Some humming could be heard in the back of the shop, 'Must be an employee' she thought.

"Welcome to Pigsy's noodles! Home of the world's longest noodles! How can I help you ma'am?" Startled, the woman stood silent for a second before recomposing herself. "Oh! Hello! Sorry, umm, I'm here for the interview at 12:00?" "Ah, of course! Hanying, right?". The woman nodded, "Yes! That's me!" She answered, beaming a hearty smile.

The pig-man smiles warmly, moving from behind the counter to sitting at one of the many tables in the shop. "Here, have a seat", gesturing to the seat across from him at a booth table. Hanying sits down and takes a breath, she can do this, it may be her first interview ever, but she knows she'll get the job. " So hanying, I'll try to make this as quick as possible for the both of us, so for my first question, what are your strengths?"

"My strengths? Hmm.." She pondered, seemingly deep in thought before answering, "I would say I'm hard working, punctual, and trustworthy! I always try to do things to the best of my ability and am willing to learn!". She smiled triumphantly, she aced that question, no doubt! " Huh, well we'll just have to see about all that, won't we? Heh, alright, second question. What are your weaknesses?"

Weaknesses? Hmm, oh, she could think of a few. "I'd say they're that I'm a bit clumsy, I can get stressed under a lot of pressure, and that I'm kind of non-confrontational, I don't like people being angry at me". Sweating nervously and fidgeting with her fingers, she looked away, ashamed. 'Wow, didn't need to say that last part Hanying, don't get the job from pity!'

Pigsy thought for a moment, then asked his last question, "Why do you think you would be good for this job?"

Hanying froze. Why WOULD she be good for this job? She's just getting this job to...

"Well, umm, I do like to cook, and I like making people happy. So uh, I just think that I could combine those two things into food service. Seeing the happy faces of people who get their food, or just have something good happen to them, it brings such a wonderful rush of happiness to me and uhm, I don't know, I just would like to try working in a place like this. Somewhere calm, and home-y, you know?" She smiles to herself, zoning out before quickly snapping out of it and scolding herself mentally. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I got kind of off track, I don't know if I answered that correctly and I-"

"You're hired"

What?

WHAT?!

Hanying once again froze, not from realization, but from pure shock. She got hired, on her first try! Pigsy got up and extended his hand out to Hanying, hand shake ready. Hanying quickly got up and excitedly shook his hand.

"Welcome to the team Hanying, I'll see you at 6:00 am on Monday"

"Thank you so much Pigsy sir! I promise I won't let you down!" And with that, Hanying exited the shop and skipped happily back home. Pigsy smiled to himself, returning to work.

"You hired her kind of quick Pigsy, what's up with that? That's not like you at all, you asked MK all kinds of questions before you hired him"

The black haired man said with a look of confusion clear on his face.

"Eh Tang it's nothin, it was a mix of desperation for work and the other half being that...she just had this, AURA about her you know? Like, she only had good intentions, eh I don't know..." "Ehh it sounds like just pure desperation for work and money". Tang said, stuffing his face full of noodles. "Well I would have more money if SOMEONE WASN'T A FREELOADER AND MY ONLY EMPLOYEE DIDN'T SLACK OFF AND GET DISTRACTED SO MUCH!!!" Pigsy shouted angrily as he scrubbed harshly at the bowl in his hand, attempting to clean it.

"Hehe...yeeahhh" Tang responded, once again stuffing his face with noodles, receiving a heavy sigh and grumble of annoyance from Pigsy.

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Hanying walked along the streets of the bustling city, passing by many shops and stores galore. 'I should do some shopping later, I do need some more clothes', she smiled at the thought. Trying on so many pretty skirts and dresses! Ooohh maybe some cute fitting jeans! The thoughts made her giggle in excitement!

Continuing to walk down the street, Hanying stumbles across a place she's never been in before, the arcade.

"Hmm, this place seems fun, ooooh so many pretty lights!". Hanying enters the arcade and is met with very loud music and many games and lights. Looking up, she sees people floating in the air! 'Woaaahh! Anti-gravity?! That's so cool!'. Hanying stepped more into the arcade and started to float up into the air. She gasped and laughed, twirling gracefully in the air. "This is amazing! I never knew a place like this existe-oof!" A shot of pain ran through her head as Hanying collided with another person. She looked back and saw a young man with a red bandanna and spiky brown hair.

"Woah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" The guy said, voice apologetic full of concern. "No no! It's ok, I should've watched where I was going! I'm not used to this place" "Wait, you've never been here before?!" The man screamed. How could someone not have been to the greatest place in world?! "Oh, no. I've never been here, I'm still fairly new to this city and I haven't explored all it has to offer yet" Hanying stated, fidgeting with her fingers. "Woah! No way! No wonder I've never seen you before! By the way, I'm MK!"

He extends his hand

"What's yours?"

Hanying stares at MK for a bit before shaking his hand, "Hanying, Hao Hanying. It's nice to meet you MK!" She smiled brightly and MK smiled right back, both feeling an instant connection. "Oh! I should introduce you to my friend Mei! Hey! Mei! Come here!" Hanying turned to look at where MK was facing, seeing a young woman with black hair sporting green highlights and jacket with a dragon symbol on it.

Looking up with excitement and a friendly smile, Mei yelled "Wazzup MK?". " This is Hanying, she's new here and has never been to this arcade before! Can you believe it?!" MK practically screamed in amazement.

"WHHHAATTTT?! ARE YOU FOR REAL GURL?"

Hanyings eyes widened in shock. 'Woah, she's loud'

"Yeah..hehe. I'm fairly new here, so I haven't explored all that this city has to offer"

"Wow! That's cool! Well, if ya like, we can show ya around this bussin arcade of ours!" MK nods enthusiastically beside her, "Yeah boi! Let's us show you the wonders of this wonder in our city!" Thinking about it for a second, Hanying looks at their hands and back up to Mei and MK's faces, smiling in anticipation.

She took both of their hands and shouted excitedly, "Let's do it!" before floating around all of them around, laughter being heard from all three of them.

Almost half an hour later, Hanying was smashing away at an arcade machine, strategically defeating her enemies with the cheers of MK and Mei. "COME ON HANYING! YOU'VE GOT THIS! BEAT HIM DOWN!

"WOAH HANYING! YOU'RE GONNA BEAT MY HIGH SCORE!"

Both parties are screaming and laughing, Hanying focused but spewed out a few hearty laughs here and there. Suddenly, MK looked down at his watch and paused.

Oh shit

12:35

OH SHIT

"MEI, I'M LATE FOR WORK! MY BREAK ENDED A FEW MINUTES AGO! oh nooooo, pigsy's gonna KILL ME!"

"Wuh-oh, gotta blast Hanying!"

The sounds of the enemy in the arcade machine dying played as Hanying whipped her head around quickly towards MK. "Wait, you work at Pigsy's?". Panicking and gathering his stuff, Mei following close behind, MK quickly responds. "NOT IF I DON'T GET BACK! I'LL BE FIRED FOR SURE! I'LL SEE YOU SOON HANYING!". MK flew out the doors of the arcade and booked it down the street, Mei followed close behind before halting to a stop, turning to Hanying.

"Oh! Before I forget! Here!". Mei handed her a piece of paper with two phone numbers, each labled with her and MK's name. Hanying took the paper and looked at it smiling, she got both of their numbers!

"Well, see you later gator!" Mei winked playfully and exited the arcade, running the same direction MK went, leaving Hanying alone in the arcade. 'They we're nice, I'll be sure to contact them later. But, right now, I kinda wanna game some more', and she did.

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She checked the time, oof it's too late, she had better get home. Hanying gathered her belongings and fixed herself up, patting down her floating hair and smoothing out her clothing, before leaving the arcade with a smile.

Walking past all the shops and stores at night is so different from daytime. The street lights are bright, lighting up the streets in a beautiful glow. Cars zoomed past on the road, leaving light trails in the night, billboards glow like those in New York with all their advertisements. Hanying walks down the road, admiring the beauty all around her. A cat stepped into view, meowing towards Hanying. It was a small blue cat, with an orange mowhawk and spiked collar. Hanying crouched down in front of the cat and dug through her bag, picking out a few cat treats and lowering her hand slowly in front of the cat.

"Here you go cutie, hope you like them". She placed the treats down and saw how the cat sniffed them and immediately ate them all. 'Woah! Hungry little fella'. She stared at the cat lovingly as small meows and purrs of appreciation were heard, the cat rubbing his face on Hanyings knee.

"Awww, you're welcome little guy. I'm glad you liked them, I gotta go, but stay safe ok? Bye!". Getting up, Hanying continued to walk down the nearly quiet street, turning a corner and walking a block more until she reached her complex. Hanying walked to her door, and unlocked it, stepping into her little home. She flicked on the light and set her items down on a rack and nightstand.

A quaint little home it was, with only two rooms and bathroom, there is not much space, but it's enough. There were plants in any and all corners of the place, succulents on a small coffee table in the living room, near the tv, on the shelves, yup, a plant mom. Hanying stepped into her bedroom, turning off the light in the living room at the same time. "Whew, today was an eventful day! Hopefully tomorrow is the same! And, I hope I see those two again, one I know I'll see sooner than they think, hehe".

Quickly changing into her pajamas, Hanying watered all her plants with care and opened her bedroom window. She placed cat treats down on the windowsill and left a small bowl of water.

Now digging through a drawer, she grabbed a slip of paper, with words she knows by heart at this point, and sets it on the ground.

"Alright,here we go"

Extending her hands over the slip of paper, she recites the words that haunt her thoughts

"Jīn wǎn wǒ yòng zhèxiē huàshuō

shòuyǔ shǐ shìqíng zhèngquè de quánlì

tīng wǒ de kěnqiú, bāng wǒ zhǎodào

shílì

dònglì

shíjiān

ràng shìjiè shǔyú wǒ"

During the incantation, a magic circle appears on the floor, a bright blue glow emerging and brightening up the room. As the light quickly fades upon finishing the incantation, Hanying returns the spell to its rightful place and settled into bed.

Hanying whispered a quick goodnight to all her plants and stray cats and thought about the two awesome people she met that day, before she drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow will be another great day

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fandomdough · 3 years

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#RUNONWEEK Day Two: Harold...

Our pragmatic Park Mae-yi, who covers a wide range on the LGBTQIA spectrum.

As a queer person, I don't really have the words to say how much I appreciate seeing someone like myself reflected on the kdrama screen. What could have been a single blink-and-you'll-miss-it throwaway line was expanded upon in a small and thoughtful way, taking on so much more personal meaning. Isn't it amazing how impactful a few lines of dialogue can be?

#runonweek #Run On #JTBC Run On #Park Mae Yi #Lee Bong Ryun #fanart #my art #by fandomdough #of course I had to use ace purple for the tones #it's the little things

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Those dick analysis are so good!!!! Idk why i just keep reading them Abufbsudjwjdj my i please ask for the setter ones? If its not trouble, of course!

honestly they’re so much more fun than i thought they’d be??? i wanted to do it cause,,, horny thoughts, but then it ended up actually being enjoyable hbsjdd but im so so happy you like them!!! and yes yes of course <3

just to clarify as i always do, this is hella unrealistic and just for fun!!

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis.

setters done in the captains version: oikawa tōru

HAIKYUU SETTERS DICK ANALYSIS

kageyama tobio

listen, i know he has a skinny penis. something about him just screams skinny penis, but it’s so so so pretty. also it’s not like unsatisfying skinny cause it still has a little girth to it but it’s not painful girth you know? he’s like 6.8 inches? idk that seems right i guess? pale shaft that has a little flush of color to it, and a pink pink pink tip, but it’s like such a pretty, pretty tip, kind of mouthwatering tbh. curves to the right absolutely it does. also he is so sensitive, like everywhere. literally just hover your fingers lightly along his dick and you’ll have him twitching and all. he’s not clean shaven because he never really understood the purpose, like the hair’s there for a reason for sure?? it must be?? but if you ask him he’ll be like “ok.”

kozume kenma

i can’t decide if kenma would have a little dick or not, so i’m gonna settle for he’s a 5.6 inches. thing is kenma knows!!! how!!! to use it!!! like in a way that he’s kind of winging it, but he’s very perceptive so he just goes with what he sees you like the most. also teases so so much before, so that when he fucks you it feels really good!! shaft is a light tan with a golden tip, and very veiny too?? also kenma’s actually clean shaven— he probably waxes pls, just cause it’s so much more convenient and shaving always itches :( idk i feel like he might forget to take care of himself so he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about it yk

akaashi keiji

god. god. god. such a pretty dick, like you could just stare at it all day. dick pics need to be framed in gold. he’s probably 6.8 inches like kags, with the prettiest pink tip like it’s so flushed but it’s not red and it’s not a pale pink either like just a deep deep pink, and a pale shaft, really prominent veins when he’s hard. his balls are pretty too pls :( and he’s clean shaven, for sureee. akaashi would do the most to make sure you’re satisfied and happy. when it’s hard it curves against his stomach like inward but only a little, maybe at the head yk? is really into foreplay and prepping you for him so by the time he fucks you his dick is drooling for you, and it’s the most gorgeous sight ever seeing it twitch and leak ugh <3

miya atsumu

big dick and KNOWS it. flaunts it. is the type to wave it in your face while in the shower with you just cause. a golden tan to the shaft, darker tip with a slight pink/red flush to it, hella veins, hella girth, hella length. he’s a good 7.1 inches i’m not gonna lie. (osamu’s bigger by .3 inches and rubs it in atsumu’s face all the fucking time btw). he. he is not clean shaven. will make you trim it for him if you really want it clean. (but only to piss you off, he will do it anyways <3). also his dick print is. gorgeous. in sweats? immaculate. gym shorts? beautiful. those red plaid pajama pants that give everyone a fat ass? dick print is stunning. IN TIGHT ASS BRIEFS AND ITS LEAKING A LITTLE? im crying.

sugawara kōshi

omg it’s !!!! he’s so good with it. so good. loves to tap it against all your sensitive spots like your clit after being abused by his mouth and fingers? or your hole after he stretches you? 6.5 inches, sort of proportionate in terms of length and girth, but idk. suga seems like he has a fat dick for some reason? like it’s not shocking girth, but it’s definitely a stretch. idk i can just picture his bulge in jeans or tight pants to be very prominent i guess? or like. idk i can just tell he’s hiding a fat dick in his shorts does that make sense. also a very pretty tip, a pale-ish pink with a shaft that kind of starts off very pink and then pales towards the base. clean shaven!!!!!! obviously.

semi eita

such a nice dick you’d wanna just cockwarm it. but with your mouth. yk. or anything else really. it just feels so satisfying inside of you!! i can’t decide on a length (these are all hella unrealistic anyways) but maybe 6.9 inches. he just seems like he has a long dick!!! more length than girth you know? you know. purple-ish head and pale shaft, sticks up straight with no curves, and not a lotta veins!! there is one or two that are obvious, but it’s delicate yk. also i have the feeling semi likes it messy so he’s obsessed with deepthroating you and pulling out and having his dick covered in a mess of cum and bubbling spit. i will not be taking criticisms thank you <3

koganegawa kanji

oh my god he so has a big dick and literally has zero clue. no concept of size whatsoever. first time you see it and you gasp and he’s like uh oh what’s wrong like he’s not fucking packing as shit??? 6.9 inches with so much fucking girth. not so much that you have to spend forever prepping yourself, but like, it’s definitely a long time. first time you had sex he put it in too soon and you were like pls i beg you and your stupid big dick— fat, fat tan head, a lighter shaft with a golden tint to it. head flushes pink when he’s hard and leaking!!! he’s so messy with the hair down there cause he thought it was cooler but when he learned it wasn’t he was so quick to shave it all off yk :)

ukai keishin

couldn’t skip him!!! big dick big dick big dick. he has a big dick. look at him and tell me he doesn’t. it has a tan shaft, very similar to his overall skin tone, and a pinker tip, which darkens considerably when he’s hard. curves to the right and is so veiny!!! so fat, shaft is fat, head is fat, just so fat. he’s a good 7.4 inches, because why not you know, and always hits it from the back to have his balls slap against you. i— he’s not clean shaven what are you expecting. he’s not gonna shave. will actually make you choke on his dick and bury your face in his lap unashamed. (no but to be honest he would trim it for you, at the very least, not to worry <3)

i tried not to miss out on any setters too!! i looked through the schools and if i did miss any, it just means i don’t know them well enough to write for them, i’m sorry!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed !!! im sorry if it’s a messy or something im writing this with an oncoming migraine </3

luv u all mwah <3

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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can i request a spicy ace x r! with impact play😳😳😳😳

Baby!! Of course! I assume you meant F! reader, but if it is not, please tell me ♥ Thank u for your request! Enjoy this spicy short OS! 🔥

NSFW ~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Impact Play 🔥

TW: Nsfw. Impact play: usage of belt and hands. Vaginal sex. Soft master/sub. Aftercare.

WC: 997

“Kneel on the chair, baby” ordered Ace…

That night Ace wanted to try something different, a kink he had on his mind for a long, long time. The way you were kneeling over the chair, acting like a little cat was turning him on like crazy. You were wearing black lace lingerie, your ass looked stunning to him, enticing, juicy… and his palm was twitching. But that night he was not using only his hand.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, the threatening anticipation of being spanked with that leathery instrument, both scared you and excited you. “You can tell any moment if you want me to stop” he told you, but you didn’t want him to stop, at least not for now.

A soft but cold material grazed the skin of your ass so sexily, sending shivers up and down your spine. Ace whispered into your ears how you’ve been a bad, bad girl. “You should be punished hard, you know?” he said. “Y-yes” you mumbled. “Yes, what?” he asked with a demanding tone.

“Yes, Sir”.

“That’s better” he said and then the first hit came. “Ahj” you whined at the intense stinging pain of the belt against your skin. And then, a second one. Your legs were trembling, your hands gripping tightly the top rail of the backrest. Your knuckles had become white.

“You like that?” he asked, tracing a path from your ass to your back with the belt. “I do, Sir. More, please” you begged. “As you wish, little bitch” he said.

You could hear the sound of the belt moving faster into the air, that whip-crack before the leather kissed its target, violently. Your skin burning, your core dripping. Somehow the pain is way more arousing than what you could ever have imagined.

“Count for me” Ace said, while you subtly turned around just to see a man completely aroused, his hard erect member tenting his pants, he was sweating. He has always been rough, but his sadistic ways were a complete surprise for you. “One…” spank. “Two…” spank. The belt hit both of your ass cheeks, repeatedly, mercilessly.

“Good girl”

By the tenth strike your legs had become so weak, you were almost falling from the chair. And even though it hurt like hell, your core was actually asking to be fucked roughly, painfully. And that’s exactly what Ace did to you.

Ace planted a sweet kiss over your sore flesh. “I can’t wait to see how purple these ones will turn'' he said, softly caressing your buttocks with his warm hand. You purr as such a graceful calming feeling over your skin. “As much as I’d like to fuck you in this position, I guess you can’t maintain yourself” he told you and lifted you up.

The fire boy let you over the bed, where you waited for him with sloppy eyelids, and your legs already spread open. “So ready for me” Ace mumbled while letting his pants fall to the floor. His dick enjoys the freedom, hard, dripping precum, avid for being deep deep inside you.

He jerked in front of you, you were desperately begging to be filled, but he was taking his time. He wanted you to beg, to be so needy. Your body needed release, so your hand travelled towards your core.

“Don’t touch yourself” he commanded, “Or else I will have to punish you once again”. “Please, fuck me Ace” you begged almost with tears on your eyes. “You want this dick inside you, huh?” he said, stroking his member up and down faster. “Yes, I want it. Fuck me, deep. Please”

“Fine little bitch, if you want it that much…” he said and jumped over you. “Spread those legs, come on” Ace commands. He did not wait; he stuck his dick inside you. Your walls stretched at such intrusion, but his member slide perfectly with your arousal wetness. He pounded into you, violently, roughly.

But that wasn’t enough, oh no. “Turn around” he ordered. And you didn’t even have time to do it on your own. His strong arms moved you, so now your belly and face were being pressed against the mattress. Ace straddled his hips over your ass and penetrated you like that. That position makes the tip of his dick hit your G spot with magnificence. And your whines were so loud, everyone could have heard you.

“Look how red those cheeks are… yet I think they aren’t as much as I’d like them to be” he said while fucking you, and with every thrust his palm hit your already aching skin.

You were slowly being sent to orgasm, the pain and pleasure must have the same spots on your brain because you ended up cumming so intensely, your energy being completely drenched from you with your climax. Ace pulled off and with a sexy grunt came over your ass. The white product of his ecstasy soothed the sore sensation of your butt skin and felt so so good.

He let his body fall over yours, resting for a minute until both of your breathing became even again. Ace planted a sweet kiss over your cheek, and then flopped into the bed next to you. He sweetly and lovingly grabbed your face. Ace kissed your nose and both of you smiled at each other. “Thank you, that was amazing” he said. “It was amazing for sure” you respond with almost no energy at all.

“Let me give you proper aftercare, ok?” he told you and lifted you up. The bathtub filled with lukewarm water and bubbles. He sat inside, and then you did too in between his legs resting your back on his chest. Both of you relaxed and everything slowly stopped hurting…

A lovely night, a relaxing night ♥ ~

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writerofthecourt · 3 years

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reciprocal

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary: for the past few days, the injuries on sakusa’s body couldn’t just be attributed to his soulmate’s clumsiness anymore. it was up to him to figure out the truth of the matter

warning: some references to bullying, some blood and injury

a/n: if this story seems familiar to anyone, it’s because i had a quotev account back in the day that used this same premise with different haikyuu character

Bruises and scrapes were a common sight that littered Sakusa’s body. With a soulmate such as yourself, it was no surprise to anyone that Itachiyama’s ace was usually painted black and blue from his injuries.

Soulmate bonds were both a blessing and a curse. To be so intimately connected to someone to the point of sharing and manifesting their pain was the tragic beauty of having a soulmate. Some people found this to be romantic, while others found it to be a liability. For Sakusa, it was more of a nuisance than anything, considering your unique ability to be so undeniably clumsy.

For the past few days, the injuries on Sakusa’s body were becoming much more frequent and annoying, especially since they were starting to become a hindrance during volleyball practice. When he had asked you about this issue, you had just smiled and pretended to be clueless. His worrying only lessened once you had repeatedly assured him that you were fine and sent him off to practice with a peck on the cheek.

Of course, everything would have been fine if it wasn’t for the pain now igniting from his right shoulder. The pain was so great that Sakusa felt his knees hit the floor, his hand clutching the spot where the pain was radiating from. Practice immediately halted as his teammates gathered around in worry.

Komori was the first one to reach him as he kneeled next to the ace. “Are you all right, Sakusa?”

“I’m fine,” Sakusa managed to say, though that was a complete lie. His shoulder felt like it had been set ablaze, and the wince on his face wasn’t convincing anyone.

“Maybe you should sit out for the rest of practice, Sakusa,” Iizuna calmly suggested.

“I said I’m fine. Let’s just get back to practice.”

Reaching out for Komori’s hand, Sakusa hoisted himself back to his feet and returned to his place on the court. Soon enough, everyone else began to follow his lead.

“I wonder what that was all about,” Sakusa heard his captain mumble.

“[Y/N]-chan probably fell or something,” Komori tried to rationalize before noticing the confused look on Iizuna’s face. “Oh, [Y/N]-chan is Sakusa’s soulmate, and she’s super clumsy. Don’t worry, this is normal for them…I think.”

“If you say so…but make sure Sakusa checks up on his soulmate. Just in case.”

Sakusa couldn’t help but scoff as he tuned out the rest of Komori and Iizuna’s conversation. He didn’t need to be told to check up on you, he was already planning to have a ‘little’ talk with you sometime tomorrow, and he was expecting answers.

Returning his attention back to practice, Sakusa tried to focus on his spikes and not the wave of concern that washed over him when his mind drifted off to the thought of you.

At the beginning of lunch the very next day, Sakusa promptly left his seat and made his way down the hall to your classroom. Loudly sliding the door open, a few students jumped in surprise and fear as Sakusa glared into the room, searching for his target. Spotting you at your desk, he quickly marched in and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you away to a remote corner of the hallway.

“Kiyoomi, you’re hurting me!” you said as he trapped you against the wall. Realizing that the pain was beginning to manifest on his own wrist, Sakusa immediately let go of your arm, but his glare stayed ever present.

“What happened?” he demanded more than asked.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

Not wanting to play this game, Sakusa brought up his hands and started to undo the first few buttons of your uniform top without a single word.

“Kiyoomi!” you whispered indignantly as your face began to heat up in embarrassment.

Ignoring your protests, Sakusa pulled the sleeve of your shirt down to reveal your right shoulder. His eyes widened in shock before anger overtook his pretty features. Your skin, once beautiful and perfect, was now decorated with a dark purple bruise. He had seen the same discolouration on his own shoulder earlier that morning when he was getting dressed, but he didn’t want to believe it.

He raised a hand to gently brush his fingers against the injury, but he immediately retreated once he saw your face contort in slight pain.

“I guess there was really no point in trying to hide it, huh?” he heard you say.

“What happened?” Sakusa repeated in a lighter tone this time, now looking at you with gentle concern.

Sakusa saw something spiral within your eyes before you diverted your gaze, suddenly finding the floor to be much more interesting. He lowered his hand and laced his fingers with yours. If not for the current situation, he would have mused about how perfectly your hand seemed to fit in his.

“[Y/N], tell me what happened.”

“I-I bumped my shoulder against a shelf while cleaning up my room yesterday,” you mumbled as you started to play with your sleeves, a habit of yours whenever you lied.

“You don’t get a bruise this big just by bumping into something,” he reasoned with a frown.

“It just happened, okay?” you snapped quickly.

“I don’t see why you just won’t tell me!” Sakusa retorted angrily, now matching your tone. “You’re supposed to-”

“Kiyoomi!” you shouted, and Sakusa felt himself slightly taken aback with shock. “Just trust me, okay? I can handle this myself. I don’t want to keep relying on you for everything, so just trust me!”

“…Fine,” Sakusa conceded after a moment of silence.

Feeling agitated and defeated, Sakusa backed away from the wall before letting out a frustrated sigh. As he began to walk away, he suddenly felt something knock itself into his back. Your arms locked around his stomach as you leaned your head against his back.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for trusting me, Kiyoomi.”

Turning around to give you a proper hug, Sakusa securely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on top of your head, not at all minding the possible germs that came from this interaction. You were always worth it.

“You really are a lot of trouble, you know that?” Sakusa sighed while rubbing circles on the small of your back.

“I love you too,” you giggled.

Using the tip of your toes to reach him, you pulled down Sakusa’s mask and gave your soulmate a quick farewell kiss. After fixing his mask and your shirt, you sent Sakusa a small smile and wave before walking off to class. On the way back to his own classroom, Sakusa couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right decision.

“No,” Sakusa tried to convince himself. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Sakusa hated days when you had cleaning duties. It meant that you couldn’t walk with him to practice. His schedule was always busy, so Sakusa tried to spend as much time with you as possible, even if it was something as simple as holding your hand while walking to volleyball practice.

“And then he said, ‘What will you have after 500 years?’ And Mark was like—you aren’t even listening to me, are you?” Komori asked with an exasperated sigh, finally noticing that Sakusa’s attention was elsewhere.

“I can’t find my math notebook,” Sakusa replied plainly, still focused on rifling through his bag.

Komori paused for a moment before snapping his fingers in realization. “Didn’t you lend it to [Y/N]-chan at lunch today?”

Sakusa’s eyes lifted from his bag when he realized he had lent you his notebook. It wasn’t in his character to let anyone borrow his belongings, so whenever he did lend you something, it usually escaped his memory.

Sakusa muttered a low curse. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

Komori only grinned in amusement before walking off to the gym on his own. “All right, I’ll see you soon.”

Nodding his head, Sakusa turned back towards the school. If he had to guess, you would have to be done cleaning up the classroom by now, meaning that he’d have to hurry if he wanted to catch you in time.

Hurrying down the halls and up the stairs, Sakusa soon found himself turning the corner that led towards the second year classrooms. Although there was no one in sight, Sakusa picked up on the quiet murmur of some voices, along with girls’ laughter. He thought nothing of it until a large crash captured his attention, and everything turned dead silent. At that moment, Sakusa felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as pain jolted throughout his body, and he almost staggered off his feet to the ground.

That could only mean one thing.

Running to the classroom, Sakusa saw a sight that had his blood boiling like never before, and he felt his mind go numb. He didn’t even notice how his nails were slightly drawing blood, as he only felt rage at that moment.

You were lying on the floor, blood pouring from the cut on your head that you had probably received from being pushed against the desks. Three girls surrounded your unconscious body, looking around frantically and panicking at the turn of events.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Sakusa managed to shout out.

“S-Sakusa-san!” one of the girls jumped. “W-we were just playing around, honestly! We never meant for this to happen!”

“I’m not in the mood for your excuses,” he said before his expression turned dark. “Leave, now.”

In an instance, the girls were gone, shivering in fright as they ran off. Sakusa felt himself calm down a bit after releasing a shaky breath, but he soon felt his rage reignite when he saw that the wound on your head was still bleeding profusely.

Kneeling next to your body, Sakusa hoisted you up and began his trip to the nurse’s office. In the middle of his maneuvering, you had quietly woken up and reached for his forehead where blood was spilling from the same wound.

“Kiyoomi, you’re bleeding…”

“And why do you think that is?!” Sakusa snapped at the mention of your matching wounds.

Ignoring his comment, you chose to ask where you were going.

“The nurse’s office to fix your idiotic mistake,” he replied harshly.

After arriving at the office, the nurse gave you and Sakusa a questioning look, but she said nothing as she swiftly wrapped and bandaged your injuries. She soon left for a faculty meeting, leaving you at the mercy of a very angry soulmate.

You sat against the headboard of the office’s medical bed, while Sakusa stood across from you with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. His mask was no longer present, having been abandoned, as it had been contaminated by the blood of his injury.

“So,” you began. “Lovely weather we’re having…”

“That’s not funny, [Y/N]. Now, start explaining.”

“All right, all right,” you sighed. “I guess it started a few days ago. At first, they were small favours, like buying them a few drinks. Then the favours became more demanding…I tried to tell them today that I wasn’t going to be their little servant anymore, but you know how that turned out…”

“So the bruise…?” Sakusa asked inquisitively.

“Yes, it was them,” you answered quietly.

You said nothing as Sakusa continued to frown before he eventually asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you started. “I knew that you would worry. You’re already so busy with school and volleyball, I didn’t want to add to your list of worries…”

“…You really are an idiot,” Sakusa mumbled before running a hand through his hair. He soon moved to sit next to you on the bed and took a hold of your hands in his. “I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen carefully. We’re soulmates for a reason. We’re supposed to be there for each other. Whenever you have a problem, we’re supposed to solve it together.

“I know that I don’t always act like it, but I care about you, a lot. So just like how I can trust you, you need to know that it’s all right to trust me. You can always depend on me to be there for you.”

When he was done with his rant, Sakusa felt his cheeks lightly flush red as he saw your blank expression. He hoped that he didn’t say too much.

“All right, Kiyoomi,” you finally said, a smile beginning to appear on your face. “No more secrets.”

Smirking in approval, Sakusa leaned in and lifted a hand to tilt your pretty face so that you were staring directly into his eyes. His voice was low and seductive as his thumb lightly brushed against the corner of your mouth.

“Good. Because the next time you keep a secret from me, I’m going to have to punish you.”

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