#this turned to a light pratice but who cares
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b-side
pairing: lee felix x idol!fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mention of stressed out reader, mentions of coffee
in which y/n, the leader and producer of her group at jyp, makes a b-side and shows it to a very special person.
a/n: i made this a while ago, so my writing style might have changed a bit, but felix is one of my ults so i needed to post this!
y/n had just finished producing and writing her last, but most important, b-side track of her solo mini album and was just sitting in her studio, trying to calm herself after being in constant stress. while she turned around in her chair, she was thinking of ways and ideas to promote the album and make it as original and authentic as possible.
she had thought of everything from the music video for the title track to the album cover, except just one thing: what was she going to do with her most precious b-side? after much pondering and with nothing planned, she decided to let it go for the time being and go get an iced latte (it may or may not have been almost one am but who cares).
she was walking down the halls of the company building with the objective of going to the jyp cafe when she heard music coming from the pratice room where stray kids usually were. she was curious about who of the eight of them was still there dancing, so she opened the door and took a peek, only to be surprised about the fact that it was felix, since minho was the one that stayed most days.
she quietly watched him dance to the slow and soft melody coming from the speakers, remembering the tune from the day that changbin had showed the track to both him and y/n a few weeks before. the more y/n watched him dance, the more she fell for him, and each time she was more aware of it, the smile on her face giving it away to even the most oblivious people.
felix finished dancing and dropped down on the floor, completely exhausted. y/n quickly snapped out of her trance and walked inside towards him, grabbing the water bottle that was next to the entrance on the way. she softly tapped him on the shoulder to let him know she was there and handed him the water bottle, softly smiling at him when he looked up at her with his beautiful brown eyes.
“thanks,” he muttered with the little strength he had left, but still managing to smile fondly at her.
“woah, be careful there bubs,” y/n started once felix started chugging the water, slowly lowering the bottle so he didn’t drink too much at once. “we don’t want to have a silly accident here,” felix giggled at her comment, and y/n swore she could’ve melted right then and there had she not been leaning her body on the wall.
after a few seconds, the australian boy got up to play the song and start dancing once again to perfect the choreography that one of the group’s choreographers had tasked him with learning. y/n knew he was too tired to continue, so she got to the speaker first and stopped him before he could press replay. felix looked at her with a pout, and even though y/n found it hard to resist it, she stood her ground. “no,” she told him. “you’re gonna rest even if you like it or not.”
“oh, come on,” he wined, but she didn’t budge. “please?” he tried to persuade her again, but to no avail, so he sighed and walked away to get the hoodie he had discarded on the sofa hours ago. “what do you suggest we do, then?” he asked while turning off the lights and closing the door of the practice room, y/n trailing right behind him. as he was turning around, an idea popped into y/n's head, one worth trying to make it work.
“i’m glad you ask that, lixie, because just now i finished a track and it want to show it to you,” she tried to make it look like she was just searching for validation, when she had a bigger plan in mind. felix, of course, bought her half thruth and flashed her one of his warm smiles.
“sure,” he paused to yawn. “but can we get coffee first?” y/n immediately agreed to that and they both went to the cafe.
lattes in hand, the pair went to the girl’s studio, felix sitting on the sofa and y/n on her chair so she could have it easier to search and play the song. as it boomed from the speakers, she anxiously looked at her crush and close friend, since she was actually kind of seeking for approval, especially from him. it was one of the songs that she was proudest of, mostly because it was different than the ones she made for her group and even from the other ones in the album, but she thought it was the best b-side she had ever made and she feared that someone wouldn’t like it. thankfully, felix wasn’t one of the people who hated it, and the way his eyes shined during and after the song made it clear.
silence came back again, and he slowly looked at y/n with nothing but adoration on his face. he knew y/n was really good at making songs, but that one outshined all the others she had made. “wow,” he managed to utter. “it’s so good y/n, oh my god,” he chuckled. “this could perfectly be your title track, you know that right?”
y/n giggled, then nodded. “i was debating on wether it should be this or the current one, but the other one has more range for the music video, choreo and such,” at her words, felix hummed, understanding her point of view. “still, i want to ask you something regarding this song,” y/n told him, and he looked at her, waiting for her to make whatever question. “i was wondering if you wanted to make a choreography for this song, so they could then film you in a set and turn it into some kind of music video?”
felix’s eyes met hers. “you trust me that much that you want me to be in one of your music videos?”
y/n shook her head in affirmation. “well, you would technically be the only one in the video,” she hesitated, but then continued with a whisper. “and it would only make sense if it were you.”
the australian was confused. “what do you mean by that? why only me?”
y/n looked at him and wondered if she should tell him, but ended up deciding that he had the right to know. “well...the song is kind of about you, as a thank you for everything you’ve done for me and helped me with after all this time.”
to say felix was shocked was an understatement, but he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that y/n, the girl he had fallen head over heels for, had made a song about him, and that it was probably her best composition yet. his eyes glistened, tears threatening to fall from happiness, but he didn’t let them fall and instead took y/n's hand and pulled her to him so he could properly hug her. “thank you,” he whispered, smiling from ear to ear. “i will put my everything into this choreography.”
y/n smiled and nuzzled her face into the crook of felix’s neck. “i know you will, lixie, i know you will.”
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There's a line from s11e20 "Don't call me Shurley" that got stuck into my little nogging and it's when Chuck tells Metatron "You were just the closest angel to the door when I walked into the room".
Now assuming that Chuck is a lying liar who lies I still like this line because it says way more about Chuck than about Metatron. Then Chuck goes on and delivers his cheap shot: "There's nothing special about you, Metatron. Not then… not now".
(Little aside: AND THEN Amara comes in a few episodes later and calls Metatron "The secretary"?! I mean, how can people not love her? Yes, she might have eaten a few souls so what? Sue her! He brother has eliminated WORLDS because Dean wouldn't bend the knee to him, who's the crazy sibling, huh? *insert a meta about Dean only willing to bend the knee to Cas in Purgatory and all the entendres intended*).
Anyway, for all his pettiness and shrewdness (Metatron is a great villain and I will die on this hill), Metatron replies with surprising grace:
"And I don't care if I was just the angel nearest the door. You picked me. Your light shined on me – Me! Oh, and the warmth. But then you left me. You left all of us."
My little fragile heart trembled a little to these words because... well, it's like the OG trauma, isn't it? To be chosen by your parents, to be loved unconditionally, to be somebody's favorite person... Oh, the warmth.
And so it hit me, I finally saw why I love SPN's angels so much. They are ALL (Cas included) a bunch of children screaming and kicking their feet because they want to be loved, thinking that if they follow their orders, if they fulfill their duties they will be loved.
They are all Lucifer minus the action and the mark.
These are Chuck's words to soothe Lucifer in "We Happy Few": I did. I was supposed to love all creation equally. I wasn’t supposed to have favorites. But you… You were mine. I gave you the Mark because I loved you the most, because I thought you were strong enough to bear it. And when I saw that I was wrong… When I watched my choice devour my most cherished son, I hated myself, and so I punished you. And I am so sorry."
Yes, Chuck is a lying liar who lies. Maybe he chose Lucifer because he was the one closest to the door. Who knows? Chuck doesn't care. Every angel's deepest desire is to be loved by God, to be the chosen one, to be his favorite. Which is both sad and... human? I guess it's a tragedy from the human perspective but maybe the human perspective is limited.
I don't really like the finale with Jack as God for a variety of reasons but, conceptually, the idea of a half-angel and half-human (Kelly Kline you will NOT be forgotten) becoming god is not that bad (Hello Jesus!). Especially if the half-angel part is theoretically (well in pratice too but I mean biology what amirite?)Lucifer's. Because, as Sam says in "We Happy Few": I-I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this, but… um. Lucifer is right.
At the end of the day, SPN as a narrative, did, in a very convoluted and maybe unintentional way, agree with Lucifer.
Like, Lucifer was right. And I know that if we put on our morality glasses Lucifer is evil incarnate etc but honestly? By the same lensens, the whole heavenly host is kinda evil. They ALL (Cas included) did a lot of pretty horrible stuff. All the horror and the pain for a God that doesn't care.
So I guess what should have been explored in Dabb's era was not so much nurture vs nature but more "what does it mean to be half-angel?" 'Cause really, ALL angels are a little bit like Lucifer. And if no angel really represents "good" what are we, humans, left with? Does the question "nurture vs nature" even makes sense?
There's really nothing SPECIAL about any of us, humans, angels, demons, monsters. We ALL want to just be chosen and loved unconditionally. It turns out angels are not that different from humans, aren't they?
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How would Blitzo react if s/o lost interest in them like they don't want to sleep in the same bed anymore along with not getting aroused every time Blitzo tries to touch them?
Oh lord, You guys just want Blitz to suffer more then he already does huh? I'm aware this happens but geez. Okay then. Let's do this.
Blitzo's S/O losing interest in him
At first his reaction is... well he's very confused, not realizing how big this is. When you tell him you don't want to sleep with him anymore, he thinks it's nothing big, promising not to hog the covers and try to be quieter snoring.
Of course that's not the issue, he keeps trying to make up for whatever he did wrong. Giving you gifts and complimenting you a ton, he get's frustrated when it doesn't seem to fix things but keeps trying. Venting a bit to everyone in the office, them all keeping quiet knowing how he'll react if they tell him what there seeing.
He eventually convinces you on a date, a pretty casual one but during the meal he slides his tail up your leg with a smirk, expecting the flustered annoyance he usually gets, except this time it's just that last part.
He argues you always liked it, and when you insist that's just not true anymore, he backs off with a pout.
Now don't get me wrong, he loves you, for a lot more then just your body, but flirting and arousal are a big part of how he communicates that. He feels too vulnerable and weak doing much else so you refusing it makes him panic. And like a cornered animal, he fights when that happens.
Pratically demanding to know what is going on with you and asking why you won't tell him what he did wrong already. Of course it's not just one thing, you admitting you just don't feel as attracted to him anymore. To which he asks why? and you just going you don't know doesn't help.
He questions if your cheating on him or are attracted to someone else, admitting he'll take care f whoever it is if needed but that just escalates things. You insisting you need space, but he just bites back that's what he's been giving you, not having forced or guilted you into bed with him, and not having touched you until tonight.
It's a horrible back and forth of him asking what you want and you not really knowing, till him asking why your even still dating him, you admitting tearfully that you don't know which makes his eyes go wide as his blood runs cold before going "Fine then, let's not date anymore..."
Needless to say it's an awful silent drive back to your place. Him wishing you goodnight as you tell him you still care about him, just differently, him not responding as he just drives off.
He's mad and upset and as he usually does to drown his feelings, he does it with sex, and so he goes to the one person who will never deny advances from him. Stolas.
The prince is quite surprised at Blitz showing up and whisking him into bed with barely a word and lacking the confident grin he usually has when he does so. Questioning what brought this on to which Blitz just replies "You want to fuck or not, birdbrain?" to which Stolas nods, forever down for the Assassin on top of him.
It's of course pretty loud as it usally is without a gag, but any time Blitz tries to revel the moans and sounds he gets from the bird, while he enjoys them, he can't help but think of how you sounded in moments like this, how he loved to see you melt under him, and how he could make your pretty voice break like Stolas's is doing now, and realizes more likely then not, he will never hear thouse sounds again.
He'll never hear you scream his name which was music to his ears, just as your moans, and the tired I love yous you would say breathlessly after you both finished. Not even your kind good mornings as he turns to see you looking brilliant in the morning light, or affectionately calling him your gremlin, and saying "I love when you do that" when he showed his eccentricities unashamed. And that realization breaks him.
He tries to keep going, keep up a strong face in the moment but tears leak out and sniffles escape from his mouth, Stolas beginning to notice, asking if he's alright, Blitz desperately trying to insist he's fine, over and over as his voice cracks more and more before he just falls on Stolas's chest, sobbing into his chest feathers, his insistences growing weaker and weaker before admitting "I'm not fine..."
Stolas stops it right there, and just holds Blitz close to him, the Imps tail wrapping around the Owl desperately. Stolas asking if he wants to talk but Blitz replies "No... Not right now. Just let me have this Stolas, please don't leave... please don't stop lov-wanting me... I need this..."
Stolas just gently holds his head, saying they can talk when he's ready, and that he'll never stop wanting him, or loving him as he lays Blitz down to get the rest he clearly needs. The two holding eachother close, Stolas ready to comfort him if he has a nightmare as Blitz nuzzles into his chest like a pillow,, grateful he still has someone.
Okay so long story short, he doesn't react great XP Mind you I was not trying to paint S/O in a bad light here. People lose attraction in relationships, it just happens. The thing is I had a very simalir expirince once and it fucking hurts, though it was with a platonic friend but still, so wanted to give Blitz some sympathy and some comfort, lord knows I needed it then, so wanted to end this wholesomely. Hope you enjoyed!
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~Not A Word ~ Striker X Female Reader ( HEAVY NSWF 🔞)
Spoilers: The newest Helluva Boss episode just came out and part of the fic is related to that particular episode so if you haven't watch it then go watch then come back and read this fic. Enjoy lovies
~ In Notmafia Town ~
You were attend to do an errand from IMP head courters but it was located to notmafia Town and that's a place either you get robbed, hunted down or gang rape etc. It's hell though no one isn't going to care about whatever happens to you especially when it's run by dangerous Mobsters. You went to ask your workers one by one if they can accompany you but all of them had plans but Blitzo was ready to step out and it's weird that he's not taking the IMP van maybe it get ransomed good call. You attend to follow Blitzo to the location where you're suppose to pick up an package.
I hate going here the last time I went here I almost shot in a target pratice match... or the time I fell and what I was surrounded was nothing but electric power vibrators... You stuttered trying to get those memories off your chest and just to the deed and get the fuck out of here " ALIVE ".
Everything in the atmosphere was the color green would could be symbols of greed, money, power and maybe poisonous gas you question. You manage to arrive at the destination and head to the counter trying not to lose you're shit and act normal.
Counter IMP: The fuck you want lady ( Lights up a cigarette )
Y/N: ( Clears Throat) I'm here to pick up a package.
Counter IMP: Not fucking packages here lady, GET LOST!
Y/N: Sir I highly recommend you cooperate this is the location to pick up an package so why don't you stop being an not good nothing prick and give it to me.
This bastard wasn't buying anything you hand him the receipts and your buisness he raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at your information to see if it's lidgit he's eyes widen when he saw that you're part of the Imp. Smirking he went up to the telephone as he slide your stuff back to the counter. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. You saw the packages not delivered so you went to see of the one you're looking for has the number on the list and there it was.
Counter IMP: Boss you ain't gonna believe that's who's in our territory.
Crimson: Why do you keep fucking bothering me I'm talking to someone who's interested taking a job to work for me
Counter Imp: She's from IMP
Y/N: Oh shit...
You grab the package and started to run out the door but you stopped on your heels when you see Blitzo and Fizzerolli.
Blitzo: WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?
Fizzerolli: It's that that the lady chick you talk about that's an virgin?
Y/N: BLITZO! YOU'RE TELLING HIM ABOUT MY BUISNESS!!!!!!!
Blitzo: Look sugar tits all of IMP has fucked someone in their life and you're the only one who hasn't had cock yet!
Y/N: I'M NOT INTERESTED IN SEX OKAY CAN'T YOU FUCKING GET IT THAT I'M HERE TO DO MY JOB!
Fizzerolli and Blitzo were still fighting but weren't they circus clown buddies before and now they're some kind of tension of hatred.
Blitzo: Yeah Well at least that I'm still actually working for my shit and not getting everything handed to me like some attention pampered whore!
You stood silent and walked back a little as Fizzerolli stopped tugging on the leash with his pups while he grunted from Blitzo words. He then look at the rolled up paper and the collar from his partner " From Ozzie". Fizzerolli stopped for a moment then decided to bring the shit back at Blitzo which you know it isn't going to end up well.
Fizzerolli: Yeah Well that's what raselience and talent gets ya pluuus my horns were always bigger than yours~ ( Taking off his shades with a cocky grin ) Weren't they!
Y/N: Oh satan.... ( You said hand above you're face )
As the two stood there silent, Fizzerolli continues to walk and not knowing Blitzo charges at him with rage and clawing him. The two end up fighting on the street as Fizzerolli puppies straddled all over you licking you're face.
Y/N: AHHH YOU DICKWADS!!!!!!! ( You shouted )
In the top buildings Crimson was discussing the job that is worthy for the imp that's interested
Crimson: So you say that you're good? Cuz we really need a big score right now.
Striker: The best ~ at a royal on the ropes last week.
Crimson: Sure but not dead?
Striker: It was a called off but I have a body count in the hundreds. I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women, kids, ( Pup violently hit on the glass window) and cute little face puppy looking things. Don't matter~
Crimson: Hmm I'll tell ya what, if you could deliver something of value I'll consider it.
Striker kept hearing noises from the window he went to investigate and saw Blitzo, Fizzerolli in a brawl looking fight as Y/N was tugging on Blitzo tail telling him to fucking stop this caught attention to Striker.
Striker: One moment ~
Grabbing onto his lasso he rounds up Blitzo, Fizzerolli and Y/N tugged and throws them into Crimsons office. With an chuckle of delight Crimson is impressed of Striker's work and abilities he is an hired assassin after all~
Crimson: HIRED!
Striker: Funny to run in you again Blitzy~ and with a famous friend ~
Striker pulling the angelic blade onto Fizzerolli's neck when his face showed nothing but fear and that's what Striker wanted to see whenever he catches any imp.
Blitzo: Oh fuck me...
Fizzerolli: For the record... we are not friends!
Striker: Seems you brought someone I haven't seen from a long, long, long time~
You try to turn your head but you look into Striker's eyes it made you stuttered as you felt his hand tugging on your thigh making you wince.
Y/N: NOT YOU.....
Blitzo: Oh hold the phone you and... horse looking daddy here?
Y/N: IT'S NOTHING! ( You looked away flushed )
Striker grabbed the three of you and tied you up throwed in a cage up high as he sat that keeping watch as Crimons does other business with his Mobster partners. You were trying to get out of ropes but all you heard was once again Blitzo and Fizzerolli arguing once more and you try not to get pissed but you wanted to slap both of them.
Blitzo: Can we talk about something other than my sex life? Satan tanks that fucking lust guy makes this what you're all about now!
Fizzerolli: You brought it up asshole.
Y/N: Can you two just...
Stiker: YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! ( Bangs his fits on the center of the cage) Picking up like a couple of TEEN SKANKS!
Striker gets up and walks on a tumble of old boxe with one heel on the edge and the other he swings and his face hits the cage causing Fizzerolli and Blitzo backing alway. You back away because this assassin scared you shitless.
Striker: As far I'm concerned, you two are both embarrassed to our kind from meddling with blue bloods to begin with! But at least loudmouth here has the sense to only fuck his rich bitch instead of being a little purse dog.
Blitzo: Oh great the fucking supremacist is on my side... wonderdul
Fizzerolli: Neither of you filth bags know what your talking about. If you even think that you're superior to anyone then you are no better then royal.
Striker was losing his temper and he violently grabbed Fizzerolli on the side his hand up his mouth panting with sweat down his cheek how close Striker and a threat he was it was kind of hot.
Stiker: DON'T YOU DARE! Finish that sentence clown~
Crimson: Hey Hit for hire, I SAID THEM WATCH THEM, NOT FUCK THEM. KEEP YOU'RE HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE!
Striker attention was on Crimson as he look back at Fizzerolli and let him go hopping back following Crimon.
Fizzerolli: Ever heard of mouthwash....FUCK FAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
You were tied up and waited for hours and Blitzo and Fizzerolli figure out of but out of nowhere you felt an tug of rope wrapped around you're neck making you chock not knowing that Striker got pulls you out of the cage and throws in an unused room with an large green mattress with bloody handcuffs on the rim of the bedboard wood torn off. You look back in fear and anticipation about what was going to happen next.
Y/N: What do you want from me Striker!
Striker: Nothing much doll I just need some time away from these fucking rich pricks and you're buddies who can't get their fucking lives together.
Y/N: So as the only female you're probably going take the anger and pleasure from me since you think I'm an damsel in distress and rather be fucked then be in the cage not knowing what the fuck would happen?
Striker: I stand corrected doll~ you know to much but that's what makes fun when I'm done fucking you hard and raw~
You face was flushed and didn't know what else to do but you did like this no good bastard especially what he did to Fizzerolli that made you're panties soaked. Strike then lifted you're panties to nothing but slick liquid he plunged in his middle finger up to your core with an hand around you're mouth. You moan and whimper as the cowboy did his work he was quite impress how much you were taking his finger inside moving up down and this was standing up which made your legs feel like jelly. You wanted to scream and shout for help but Striker tugged more with his breathing heavy close to your earlobe and the rattle of his tail making you cry of ecstacy.
Striker: ~Not a word~
Warning you as you felt you were reaching to an orgasam as Striker chuckle rubbing your panties of the fabric and his middle finger plunging more and more you were breathing and panting as Striker demands you to cum.
Striker: Cum for me~ you be pulling it so well so why don't you show me all you're hot sticky cum~
You nodded faster and faster you finally squeeze and felt you're clit drip down all the cum as you're mouth hanging and face all red from letting out everything. Striker press a finger on your cum rubbing it between his finger tip having an taste as he still held onto you tight.
Striker: Doll you're fucking delicious~
The next step was another hard one Striker breaths heavy down you're clit as you felt you're hands bounds onto the wall couldn't move. Striker let's out his tongue first licking your clit and sucking inside you're hole all the way in bobbing like apples. You moaned more no matter how much you wanted to run or be home you did enjoy this pleasure that Striker gave you.
Striker: Fuck.... ( Tasting your clit all the way in)
Y/N: Ahh...Ahhh. Hah... Striker.. Striker!
Striker: Mmmm... keep on saying my name it's making my pants bulge~
Y/N: Please just take me... I can't take it anymore!
Striker stops sucking inside your clit and looks back at you with predator looking eyes at your mercy you wanted to have sex or just fuck him. Striker like how much you begged and how you were practically ruined and destroy. Striker leans to you with an long passionate kiss, uses his angelic blade to cut off the restrains as you're hands held onto him as you both kiss more then wrapped each other tongue in between the kissing. You were crying from mix of pain and pleasure Striker went all the way deep of his mouth in you're throat as he look back at you.
Striker: I knew that you wanted me doll~ and now I'm going to give you what you fucking want~ Just trying not to scream so loud don't want those rich pricks hearing us.
Y/N: No promises ( Kisses him more in between words) but I'll try.
Striker: Seems that I started early there's precum dripping after taking my pants off ( Kisses you more ) What do you say doll~ Think you can handle me raw fucking you~
You nod you're head as you felt you're clothes tugged and ripped and you're skirt lifted up panties ripped by Striker's angelic blade with no time to loose Striker press the tip of his cock into you're entrance he let out a grunt as you gasps of how large his cock was and how small your entrance of your hole it but Striker licks you're neck sucking on you're flesh leaving hickeys as he then slowly goes all the inside you and started moving. You held onto him as he ride you're hole with his cock thrusting. Striker huffing of how tight you were made him thrust and thrust more while bites you're neck. You screamed in the pillow and saw blood trailing down your neck and the new tender spots Striker has put on you.
Striker: Fuck...Mmm . Fuck... had to mark you doll~ In case we ever meet up again eventually we will ~
Striker did more thrusting as he turn over you're face buried into his chest as his tail rattle more up and down the bed was about to break and you couldn't take it anymore you felt you're cum dripping all already and you felt Striker's load as well down you're legs and his chest.
Striker: Alright doll I'll cum inside you~ Remember not a word~
Striker reminded you as he went faster his cock diving deeper and deeper as Striker let out a beast growl then the bed breaks, the cum load shoots in you're hole and the objects fell from the shaken and screaming. Striker panted catching a breath as he saw you twitch with cum all over yourself. He lean down to give you a kiss, and had to get back to watching your friends. He pulled up his pants and left you there a mess.
Striker: You were good doll ~ you'll see me soon~ ( Chukles and closes the door)
You stood there felt light headed and put back you're outfit that was half down and you're skirt barley covering you're private area. You went to open the door and saw dynamite and Blitzo grabbing with the whole building collapsed.
Blitzo and Fizzerolli end up walking with you at the end and you saw the two made up and hugging.
Y/N: Awwww I'm happy you guys are friends again
Fizzerolli: Let's just say it was complicated but now we don't wanna kill each other anymore. We tried to look for you while we escape but you weren't around?
Blitzo: Oh Fiz she was too busy finally having her first fucking ~ And sugar tits ya gotta tell who you finally let you have the cock insert to you're hole.
You stood silence for a moment and tug a piece of hair didn't want to say anything and Blitzo noticed red hickey marks and a few restrains by rope he then knew who you were fucking.
Blitzo: OH SHIT I FUCKING KNEW IT, YOU WERE FUCKING THAT COWBOY DADDY!!!!!!!!
Y/N: Hahahaha yuuuup.
Fizzerolli: I did admit before he was going to shoot me with a pistol that I did got hard with him
Blitzo: I KNOW RIGHT!?
You were happy that Blitzo and Fizzerolli made up and no longer enemies you honestly want to know about their story but maybe another time. You look to that you're panties were gone Striker must have took them while we exit the room leaving as covered in his loud.
Blitzo: Wouuuuuld it fuck up the mood if we made out? ( He said to Fizzerolli as he gives him an frown )
~End~
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-Also if Shuichi feels like being irritated and less patient than usual it's because I was almost done and the thing erased itself so I had to rewrite it all x(
Shuichi was nervous. Which was, for those who knew him well, a fact thay wasn't exactly surprising. Still, he would like to think that here it was understandable.
His uncle had dragged him into one of those charity galas, where everyone was pretending to be but a humble person wishing to help. Where everything was a sham, and where the amount of money being thrown in those were enough to make the detective dizzy.
But unfortunately they didn't had a choice. After the Tragedy, numerous corporations got back together, or others emerged from the ground through... questionnable means. And Future Foundation finally made the Ministry of Justice bend to their will to get those groups investigated. But who would take care of such a heavy task? Take a guess...
Needless to say, his uncle's agency had been extremely busy these past few months. Not only that, but the fact that he was now recognized as the Ultimate Detective pratically pushed him to also be considered the Kirigiris' legacy's successor (why him?!)
But even after the Ministry of Justice agreed to help, in reality they didn't really intervene much. His uncle and himself were still denied the authority to investigate, and it was seriously becoming a problem, as they were hitting dead ends after dead ends because of being denied access to valuable informations.
And that was why they were here this evening. This charity gala was the best option for them to be able to approach the only person capable of giving this authority on so many cases and against corporations.
The Minister of Justice himself, Ken Saito.
Since he will be of attendance, that was why Shuichi was in a suit that his uncle gave him. -which was seriously itching his neck too...- He nervously reajust the collar at that.
He didn't even had his hat with him, he had to leave it at the agency (but by god did he wanted to have it right now. There were too many people, too much lights and too many eyes to avoid.) so he avoided eye contact as best as he could. Letting his uncle do the talking and following him close.
At first it wasn't much. Mundane talking, false politeness and the hypocrisy of the upper classes. You know, the usual in such an event...
That was until the minister arrived.
Immediatly, a crowd started to appear around him, as everyone was trying to greet him, or ask something, or try to get a favor... Nothing surprising really. It was always better to be on the side of the person who's literally responsable for every cases in Japan after all. But...
"Shuichi. his uncle said. I'm going to try and talk to the minister. You stay here, I'll be right back."
"What? But I want to help-" he frowned.
"I know, but be honest with me Shuichi. Do you really think you will be alright in a crowd like this? upon seeing the amount of people he grimaced and his uncle chuckled. I thought so. he pat his head. Why don't you help yourself with the food here in the meantime? I'll try to be quick."
After that, he left in the direction of the crowd. And since his nephew didn't have much to do and was invited to do so... Well he went towards the buffet.
The music was starting to hurt his head also, so getting away wasn't that bad.
Anyway, the detective was looking at all those hors-d'œuvres with a frown. They all just looked needlessly complicated and he was hungry.
"If I were you, I'd try the ones with cheese!"
He was about to just mumbled a thank you and go on his merry way when he realized...
Wait a minute, I know that voice.
At that, he turned around so quickly he almost dropped his plate.
"K-Kokichi?!"
"Oh, did I scare you that bad? Oopsie! I didn't mean to! he chuckled. Or maybe I wanted to see you jump out of your skin! Who knows. I'm a liar after all!"
It was. The Ultimate Supreme Leader (whatever that means) was right in front of him, his hands behind his head and a grin on his face.
That wouldn't be surprising if they were at the Academy. That wouldn't be surprising if Kokichi wasn't wearing a suit himself (but he was using his scarf as a tie he noticed. Also were those purple socks?) and he wasn't looking as if being of attendance in a gala was a mundane thing to do every day.
"W-Wha- How- What are you doing here?!" he managed to sputtered.
"Hm? he cocked his head to the side. Is Shuichi telling me that I have no rights to be here? That I should be kicked out? So mean! Are you going to call security on me? How could you?!" he whinned, starting to tear up.
Saihara winced and nervously glanced around. He knew that crocodile tears were coming and that if it was like at the Academy, it would create quite a scene. Which would be uh, bad in a place like this.
But to his surprise, even though Kokichi had tears in his eyes he wasn't screaming. Or doing anything other than pouting actually. The detective blinked.
"Wha-"
"What? Did you really think I would be stupid enough to cause a scene in a place like this? he looked at his palm in disinterest, crocodile tears nowhere to be seen. Pleaaaaaase Shuichi give me some credits! I'm not an idiot like the Astronaut!"
...Right. He forgot that the other teen could be serious sometimes. But it happened so rarely he's still surprised to see that side of Ouma's personnality.
"Alright... he frowned. But you still didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Oh that? he grinned, putting his hands behind his head again. What can I say, I have powerful minions! They can even let me in a place like this. Lucky me right?"
The detective sighed and mentally put that in the "unanwsered" part of his mind. Because that had to be a lie. However the other wasn't done.
"Buuuuut... what about you? he put a finger on his chin. What are you doing here Shuichi? Because that's not the kind of place you like to be at." well he wasn't wrong.
"I had to accompagny my uncle to get investigation authority from the minister of justice." he answered, trying to keep it brief.
"Oh yeeeeeeeah right. So you don't get kicked out of your investigation." he said with disinterest, looking at his palm as if it wasn't a matter of the upmost importance.
"Y-Yeah. we keep hitting dead ends because we don't have the authority-"
"Weeeeeeeell seems to me like getting to talk to Kenny is going to be a bit hard you know?" he said, pointing at the crowd.
Shuichi winced. He couldn't even make his uncle in all of this mess.
"I-I know. It looks like it will be impossible tonight..." he sighed.
"If Kaito heard you he would have punched you for saying that. he again looked at his palm in disinterest. Hmmm... he put a finger on his chin again, thoughtful. I mean I could get you a one-on-one with my minion, but what can you give me in return Shuichi?"
The detective almost tripped at the statement.
"K-Kokichi you are not implying that you have contacts with the Minister of Justice." he sputtered, not even daring to say "under you" as the thought alone was too preposterous to be true.
But instead of just laughing it off as usual and saying "yep it's a lie!" the leader merely shrugged.
"Hmmm? Is Shuichi not believing me? So mean. he scoffed. Buuuuuuut since he oh so generously asked for my help, I guess I can bring you Kenny for a little talk! You'll owe me big for this one though. Bu-byyyyyye!"
Before the detective could even try to aligne a coherent sentence, the other waved and disappeared in the crowd, leaving a very confused Shuichi who was wondering what the hell just happened behind. _______________________________________
Not so long afterwards his uncle had returned. And Saihara didn't need him to talk to guess that from his expression, it did not go well.
"Sorry Shuichi... I couldn't get a word to him." he sighed.
"I-It's not your fault Uncle... There's a lot of people tonight." he tried, looking at the still crowd around the minister.
"That's for sure. But let's not give up. he tried a smile. Let's wait to see if we have an opening alright?" from his tone he wasn't even convincing himself, but Shuichi nodded.
"Alright..."
"Now come on, you went to the buffet right? Show this old man around, I'm starving!"
He quickly obliged, forgetting in the process that he ever met Ouma here of all places. He merely followed his uncle to get some food while they eat together and discuss detective work. (Not in front of possible suspects though. There were a lot of wealthy people here, including people from the corporations they were investigating, so they needed to keep a low profile.)
The evening passed quietly after that. Not much they could do, only checking from time to time if there were less people around the minister. There wasn't. If anything, as time went by it seems that more people where coming. It seems like tonight was not the day they would be able to speak to the minister... But if not tonight, then when?
However, Shuichi's thoughts came to a halt when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He shot a confused looked to answer his uncle's curious one before taking his phone out.
It was... private messages from Kokichi.
Kokichi: all done :p
Kokichi: if you want to have your talk, go outside and turn left
Kokichi: also you owe me a big favor now >:)
A frown. Wasn't that taking the joke too far?
"Shuichi? Is everything alright?"
"O-Oh uh, yes. Sorry uncle I just... recieved a message I didn't expected."
"Kokichi? Isn't that one of your friend?" he asked after reading over his shoulder.
"He's not a friend. a pause. He's uh... an acquaintance? A classmate."
Truth be told Shuichi didn't even know what Ouma was asides from their class' troublemaker. Asides from Gonta and Miu nobody could pretend they knew him well enough to be called "friends".
However before his uncle could respond, he got another message.
Kokichi: don't leave me and Kenny wait Shuichi! >:(((((
He was really going for the extra mile with it... Knowing him, he probably should go otherwise the other will bother him until he break. He sighed.
"I'm sorry Uncle but I have to go... If I don't he will continue."
"Oh don't apologize Shuichi. Actually, I think it's a good idea for you to take some fresh air, away from... All of that. he motioned to the crowd... which had dispersed? but no minister to be seen. Come to think of it, I think I will follow you too. Besides, I'm curious to see one of your classmates! You almost never bring them, I will start thinking you made them up!"
He sputtered at that. Kaede and Kaito aren't made up!
"I-I have friends! he protested. But bringing them to the agency isn't really professionnal..."
"Shuichi, you're just an apprentice for now, I will never tell you anything about it not being professionnal! he laughed. Now come on, let's not make your classmate wait!"
The Ultimate didn't protested, and merely followed his uncle to the door.
Once they were out, the detective let a deep breath out. It felt good to have a bit of fresh air... Especially after being stuck in a heavy atmosphere like inside the building for so long.
"Now Shuichi, where did you said he was waiting for us again?"
"He said to turn left." he mumbled.
However Saihara didn't know what to do. Technically he knew what to expect, it was just a bad prank even if it was a bit much.
But his uncle wouldn't be that understanding... Let's just hope the leader wouldn't get in too much troubles pranking an actual detective.
He sighed and took the turn with his eyes closed. Let's get this over with...
Then he stopped dead in his tracks, surprising his uncle who also stopped behind him.
"Shuichi? What's wrong-" when he saw what Shuichi saw, his voice died.
There was Kokichi alright. But he was talking to someone-
To Ken Saito.
He was talking to the freaking Minister of Justice. Casually. As if it was normal.
...
WHAT?!
Now, let him and his uncle the time to bring their jaws back from the floor in front of that unbelievable scene please. Thank you. Was there something in the food at the party to cause hallucinations like these? Shuichi wasn't sure but it would be worthy to check...
Anyhow, the illusion wasn't broken when Kokichi finally noticed them. Instead it continued, while he waved at them with a bright grin. Which also make the minister (the actual one. WHAT-) turn towards them as well.
Okay this is fine. Everything is fine. His classmate is with one of the most powerful men of Japan. Everything is perfectly fine. And why did they looked so friendly towards each other?
"Theeeeere you are Shuichi, I thought you ditched us!"
Nope, the minister was still here. That... probably wasn't an illusion then. But then how-?
A possibility quickly crossed his mind and he frowned.
"Kokichi, please tell me you didn't kidnapped the minister."
At his words, his classmate's eyes widden almost comically. Before crossing his arms.
"Shuichi really thinks I would kidnap Kenny? So mean! I'm evil but not that evil you know? I have standards!"
"Ahem, young man. the minister smiled at him. I can assure you, no kidnapping were involved here. I came here of my own volition."
Well, Saihara just embarassed himself in front of the minister of justice, this is fine. Perfectly fine. He felt his cheeks burning furiously. In the meantime his uncle was completely confused in the background.
"But if that's the case Sir. suddenly said his uncle. With all due respect, what are you doing here with a teenager, even an Ultimate?"
Mister Saito smiled at that, and the leader grinned.
"What can I say, it is impossible to refuse a favor to your little leader over here." he said, putting a hand on said-leader's head who giggled.
Aaaand that's it. We lost Shuichi. His brain just refused to compute what Ken Saito said. And did. Because it was impossible.
His classmate was lying... right?
This was all just an elaborate prank... right?
But why would the minister actually go with it? What would such a person, that is probably as rich as the Academy would gain from this? It didn't make any sense.
"I'm... sorry Sir but I think I misheard. What did you say?" his uncle was as shocked as him.
And in the meantime Ouma was just laughing in the background. Apparently the situation amused him a lot, which knowing the other teen is probably true.
"That's what you get for not believing me Shuichi! But I still did my end of the deal, you owe me a huge favor now! Also Kenny's kinda busy so hurry up and tell him what you need."
Right. Right they were at this gala for a reason, to get this damn investigating authority to be able to go further in their work. And his uncle didn't forget about that either, since he immediatly took the lead of the conversation with the minister.
In ten minutes they had a promise of getting the authority to investigate anyone they wanted, no matter how big the corporation, anywhere they needed, no matter the extraterritorial rights and the garantee to have the evidences they would gather protected.
While Kokichi was merely watching, a grin on his face and his hands behind his head.
"Is that all? the minister asked. Because I am afraid I have to return quickly..." he sighed.
"Urgh those old geezers are the worst. complained Kokichi. Can't leave you alone for a minute!"
"And yet you still asked to come." Ken Saito said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well duh, I couldn't let poor Shuichi complain about going nowhere with his investigation everyday! I'm evil, not heartless you know? he shrugged. Especially when my dear Kenny here have exactly what he need to finally stop sobbing about it!"
"I wasn't sobbing!" he protested.
Wait pause.
Did Ouma just admit that he came tonight just to help them -him-? What happened to the prankster that harassed -a bit too far by moment- Keebo?
"Besides my dear minion needed an excuse to have some fresh air from those jerks too."
"I can't deny that a bit of air did me a great good. he smiled and extended his hand to Shuichi's uncle. Well, since the little chief over there thought that my help was necessary, let me know if you need anything else. Or well, let him know, he will pass the message to me."
"I-Yes. Yes of course." seems like his uncle was just as shocked by the whole ordeal as he was.
"Well then, if you excuse me..."
He politely nodded before going back inside, leaving two detectives shocked and a leader snickering behind.
"Your faces are priceless! he laughed. I wish I had a camera to record that!"
"I- he shook his head. K-Kokichi, how?!"
"Sorry Shuichi! Noooooo telling! That's a super-duper secret. There's a reason why DICE never got arrested! a wink, then a pause. Aaaaaaand since this evening is so boring I don't see any reason to stick around! See you next time Shuichi, bu-byyyyyye!"
And just like that he was gone, sprinting until it was impossible to guess his form in the night.
When his uncle finally snapped from his shock to tell him they should go home, Saihara just nodded. But when they arrived there, other messages were waiting for him.
Kokichi: just tell me if you have any hard to crack cases! DICE will love to help
Kokichi: ...only if you join us tho! :p
Kokichi: and don't think i forgot about you owing me!
Kokichi: i want free grape panta for two months! or you could always join :>
The detective shook his head at that but couldn't help a small smile. He just prepared himself for the night, before sending a "I think I will just pay for your grape panta instead..." then went to sleep.
Well, seems like he knew what to do before coming back to classes Monday.
He'll need to ask for money to his uncle...
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To this day Shuichi still didn't know how the hell Kokichi got contacts with the Minister of Justice. (No he won't say working under him because it still feel too absurd to be true.) Because everytime he tried to bring the subject up, the other teen would just laugh and say "that's a leader's secret!" and refuse to elaborate, then change the topic. So Saihara had no choice but to drop the subject... If only the written document giving his uncle and himself the authority to investigate on his uncle's desk wasn't tickling his curiosity everytime he put his eyes on it.
When Kaede came to him exasperated, saying that Kokichi again lied about having one of her favorite musician in his organization, he couldn't help wondering if it had a part of truth in it...
If the Minister of Justice, why not a reknown pianist?
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Warning: NSFW content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairings: Marlie (both are adults)
Aftercare: What they’re like after sex
In general Charlie's body is weaker than Michael, so she is always exhausted after sex, especially if they have gone many rounds that night. And Michael always takes care of her by helping Charlie clean up, changing the sheets or getting her snacks
Body part: Their favorite body part of theirs and of their partner’s
Michael -> Charlie: He likes her hair since it was soft to the touch. Also he likes her chest, cannot blame him since he has a liking towards chest
Charlie -> Michael: She loves his eyes, it feels warm and safe. And his arms and hands too, when they wrapped around her or holding their hands together during the acts
Cum: Use your imagination for this one aha (what are they like when they finish, how do they feel about their partner’s cum/face, etc)
Charlie usually gets tired a little bit after she cums so she would have a short rest before doing anything else, she is sensitive so most of the time really fast to cum. While Michael can hold himself longer since he is used to working at night
They don't mind getting the sheets dirty or cumming on each other's body. Go wild
Dirty Secret: Do they have any secrets that would come to light during sex (not kinks)
They love being close together, that's all I think?
Experience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?
Both are each other's first time. Before doing it, they did research on the internet and tried to play around to test if it was okay up to their taste. The first time was quite clumsy, but practice makes perfect
Favorite Position (Bonus horny points for including a visual)
Any positions that allowed them to be close. Mating press, missionary, etc... Or having sex while standing up is perfect
Goofy: Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc
Leave the jokes outside of the bedroom or Michael and Charlie will end up giggling all night and forget what they have to do
Hair: How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.
Charlie dislikes the idea of having hair on her body so she would just shave them all and leaving nothing left
In contrast to her Michael doesn't mind body hair but still wants to keep himself clean so he trimmed the pubic hair frequently. However he does have a happy trail
Intimacy: How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…
They mostly go for passionate sex with lots of handholding and kisses. On the other hands they like marking each other's bodies so both of them will end up with lots of bite marks and sometimes scratchmarks behind the backs or bruises
Jack Off: Masturbation headcanons perhaps
Charlie rarely does masturbates. She only does it when she is really tired or near her period
Michael only does it when he misses Charlie, or on days when she is not in the mood so he will take care of himself alone
Kink: Does the character have a kink or a few?
Charlie has biting kink and nipple play
Michael has scent kink and choking
Location: Favorite places to get down and dirty
Only in private spaces and comfy enough
Motivation: What turns them on, gets them going etc
For Charlie it's when her boyfriend is shirtless. Basic, I know
With Michael is when Charlie wearing something sexy. Yes that's how he is
NO: Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs
They would not pratice in non-consensual sex, or roleplaying that too. Also their turn-offs is anything toilet-related or blood kink, voyeurism with someone who is not in a relationship with them, or public sex
Oral: Preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc
Since Charlie is leaning to the submissive side, of course she likes receiving. She can do fellatio well, lowkey kind of surprise for someone who like to receive
Michael doesn't mind going down his girlfriend, he is always eager to please her and making her scream outloud from pleasure
Pace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.
It depends on the moods. Most of the time they are slow and sensual, but when they are up to kinky stuffs, fast and rough (and may break the bed in the process)
Quickie: Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.
Big no no. Never in the life time
Risk: Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.
They are okay with trying out new kinks to find out if they like it or not. But they won't do anything extreme like heavy BDSM
Stamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…
They will discuss beforehand, or just asking the other if they have enough stamina. Michael can go about 3-4 rounds before he passes out, same goes for Charlie
Toy: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?
They have some vibrators. That's all they got
Unfair: How much they like to tease?
Oh, Michael does loves teasing Charlie a lot, frequently, til she breaks and tells him just do it since she cannot take it anymore
Charlie only does with dirty jokes though
Volume: How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc
The quiet ones are always the loudest aka Charlie. Michael only let out grunts and pants, rarely moans out loud. They don't get noise complain from moaning but from shaking the bed (or couch, whatever) too much
Wild Card: Write a random HC about this pairing.
They once tried having sex in showers. It did not end well since Michael tripped over while he was overly excited and banged his head on the floor
X-Ray: Describe what’s going on in their pants through pictures or words
Michael: About 8 inches when he is hard. Kind of veiny and definitely has the girth. Fainted happy trail
Charlie: Clean shaven as told up there. Medium-sized clitoris, quite pink labia minora. If talking about her chests then they are about A cup
Yearning: How high is their sex drive?
Need at least one time a month, and if unfortunately they don't have time to lay down in a long time then they will literally do it in a week to make up to the lost time
ZZZ: How quickly they fall asleep afterwards
Depends on the day. If they have sex as a form of stress relieve after a tiring day then they will straight up passed out afterwards without any care of cleaning up. But if it is a relaxing day then after getting their stuffs done, they might stay up all night for pillow talks and cuddle
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf headcanons#charlie emily#michael afton#charlotte emily#mike schmidt#fnaf marlie#michael afton x charlie emily#not safe for minors#nsf.w
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Happier // Sohn Youngjae
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pairing: eric x reader
genre: fluff, angst, friends to lovers to exes
warnings: just a lot of stress i think?
summary: Eric cares about you a lot, so much he is willing to hurt you if it means you will succeed.
word count: 3.7k
a/n: this story in my head was soooo long, I tried to not get too carried away but..... and the dividers are a time cut
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"y/n wake up!"
Your friend pratically yelled in your ear while shaking you, you raised your head and opened your eyes slowly to get used to the bright light of the room.
"what now Eric?" you said rubbing your eyes
"class is over" you looked around and saw all the seats empty, so you rushed to put all your stuff in your bag "you look really tired, are you ok?"
"yeah, I just studied till late last night so I couldn't sleep much" you stood up taking your backpack
"let's go eat something, I'll pay" he grabbed the backpack from your hand before you could put it on and walked towards the door.
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"don't push yourself too much ok?" he said while playing with his food
"don't worry about me" you smiled to reassure him
"how many hours are you sleeping?" you looked down at your food
"sleep? what is that?" you giggled trying to joke but he didn't laugh, he just kept staring at you
"you're gonna get sick this way"
"my parents keep telling me if I don't study I can't get into a med school"
"but you can still rest, you know that if you don't get proper sleep it won't do any good too" you took a bite of your food, not being able to look at him because you knew he was right
"what about you?" you asked trying to change the subject
"well.. my dad wanted me to be a lawyer like him so he still can't accept that I want to do music" he sighed and smiled "but I don't care, I will do it anyways"
You smiled at him, you wished you could be like him, go against your parents will, just like nothing else matters.
You didn't want to be a doctor, you felt sick just by the thought of seeing blood, but your parents wanted you to be one just like them, you were afraid of disappointing them so you just did what they told you to, not having the courage to tell this to anyone.
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Eric took you home and you went straight to your desk opening your books, wondering what time you would be able to go to bed this time.
You looked at the clock and it was almost 11pm, you saw your screen turning on showing a message notification
~can you come down real quick? I want to give you smth
You smiled at your phone and typed a quick yes taking your coat and opening the door.
"where are you going?" your mom asked sitting on the couch
"just going to see a friend"
"a friend? who is it?" she asked standing up
"Eric, he is down here so it's not going to take too long" you walked to the door when you realised she was getting annoyed
"no, it's too late, just go back to your room, you can't get distracted like this!"
"it's going to be quick I swear" you snorted leaving the apartment frustrated, going down the stairs completely ignoring your mom telling you to come back.
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"hey..sorry for calling you so late" Eric said when you approached him
"it's fine, I just need to go back quickly or my mom will eat me alive" you both giggled and Eric raised a bag to you
"here, so you don't get sick" you took the bag looking inside "get some proper rest this time ok?"
"I'll try.." you looked at the floor, knowing that wasn't going to happen so soon
"okay then.. that's all, you can go back now" you nodded walking back
"thank you for these" you said pointing to the bag
He nodded and waved at you smiling, you got back inside and went straight to your room to avoid your mom yelling at you, you took the vitamins and medicines from the bag smiling because of his kindness.
"are you free this weekend?" he asked you while sitting on your desk
"hm.. I think I'm going to study"
"you study all the time, one day is not going to make a huge difference come on" he said whining
~I need to talk to you
"fine" you answered giggling
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You were heading to a library to study when your phone buzzed, you looked at the message on your phone and by the way he wrote it, it seemed serious making you frown.
You texted him telling where you were and he got there a few minutes later grabbing your wrist and taking you somewhere else so he can talk properly with you
"you okay?" you asked since he looked really nervous
"hm yeah I just.." he looked away and took a deep breath "I just can't keep it as a secret anymore but I don't know how to tell you this so I'll just go straight to the point"
You nodded and smiled so he knows you are listening, he took another deep breath before looking at you.
"I really.. like you.." your smile faded slowly since it took you by surprise, still trying to process what he just said, you never expected that he liked you back .
"what's with that reaction?" he looked worried seeing your expression "if... you don't like me back you can just forget what I said, I only told you because it was killing me inside and I-"
"no, that's not it!" you cutted him when you came back to reality "I.. like you too" you smiled looking down since you got shy after saying it out loud to him
He smiled and cupped your face raising your head to make you look at him again without saying anything, kissing you after a few seconds.
"I can't understand this, I think I'll just give up and fail this test" he told you dropping his pen and laying back on the chair, you promised him you would help him study for a test so you were both at you house with a bunch of opened books in front of you
"come on Eric, you can't give up like that" you said tapping his shoulders
"I'm not as smart as you, this is too hard for me"
You giggled but before you could answer you heard the front door opening, indicating your parents arrived home calling your name, you sighed just to the thought of them seeing Eric there, but there was nothing you could do now.
"oh.. who is this?" your dad asked looking at Eric smiling
"hi I'm Eric" he said standing up and bowing to them
"so he is Eric" your mom said putting her purse on the table and looked at him "well I won't bother your studies anymore" she smiled and went to her room
"they seem nice" Eric told to you when you were alone again
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You closed the door after Eric left, stretching your back after sitting for so long. You were organizing all the books scattered on the table to take it to your room when you heard your mom calling you.
"are you two dating?" you just nodded still piling the books "I don't think he is good enough for you, he will just distract you"
You suddenly stopped and looked at her in disbelief, scoffing right after and turning your attention back to the books
"I'm just saying this because I want what's best for you and it's better if you break up with him now so you can focus on your future only" you grabbed the books and looked at her
"that's not happening mom, and he is good enough for me" you said and walked to your room not wanting to hear what she had to say anymore
You stepped into his house, even though you were friends for a while before this was the first time you went there. He guided you to his room, it was full of cds and posters on his wall and you remembered how you two enjoyed spending hours inside a music store.
"want to hear the song I made?" he asked smiling and you nodded excited to hear it.
He took the guitar next to his bed and sat on his chair.
He played the chords and started singing, his sweet voice and melody blessing your ears but he suddenly stopped when the door opened.
"I told you to stop-" he was pratically yelling but stopped when he saw you "who are you?" he asked with a cold tone staring at you
"this is y/n dad, be nice to her" he answered before you could even move
"I already told you to stop doing this and focus on studying.. your grades keeps dropping" he said ignoring what Eric just said, but not yelling this time
"and I already told you this is what I love, I can't just stop doing this" you stayed there in silent just watching them arguing not knowing what to do.
"I- I think I should go" you said taking your stuff and excusing yourself
"wait I'll take you home" he stood up and took your hand, taking you out of there as quick as possible
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"I'm sorry about that.."
"are you okay?" you asked while you were walking to your place
"yeah... I'm used to it already" he sighed and looked at you "I need to do well and succeed so I can prove him he is wrong"
He smiled and intertwined your fingers looking forward, you looked down thinking to yourself what you should do with your life.
"are you okay? you're quieter than usual"
"I wish I could be like you" he looked at you raising his eyebrows
"like me?" he scoffed thinking you were joking to make him feel better
"yeah.. you're not afraid to confront your dad and you're doing what you love"
"but I am also failing cuz I only want to do this, you don't have to worry about it because you're a good student" he said making you giggle
"my grades are falling tho... but good grades are not everything too, it never made me any happier" you started feeling down so you just looked at the floor, Eric looked at you with a worried expression letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around you
"I'll make you happier then" he said giving a peck on your temple making you smile
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Eric went back home and went straight to his room seeing his guitar was not where he left, he started looking everywhere in his house but he could not find it.
"are you looking for something?" his dad asked making him realise he did something to it
"what did you do with my guitar?"
"I threw it away, maybe this way you'll realise it was just a waste of time" he said turning his back to Eric
"I should have imagined, it actually took you too long to do this right?" Eric said frowning to his dad "you think this is going to stop me? I can just buy another one"
Eric felt a sharp pain on his left cheek making him stumble, his dad adjusted his posture and took a deep breath.
"if you want to ruin your life then go ahead"
Eric was so angry he gritted his teeth trying to calm down, he looked at his dad not hiding his frustration before turning his back and opening the door to leave.
"but don't ruin their life, you are just going to waste their time too"
Eric was so mad he didn't give much attention to what he said and just slammed the door.
He was just walking to clear up his mind and calm himself down, but now his dad's last words were echoing inside his head, he remembered you saying your grades were falling and now he thinks it's his fault, the last thing he wants is you not achieving your goals because of him.
"why aren't you studying?" your dad asked when he opened the door and saw you laying down on your bed
"I was a few seconds ago, I'm just taking a break" you said not bothering looking at him
"your grades are falling because you keep slacking off like this" he said shaking his hands in frustration
"my grades are falling because I get too tired and can't focus in class" you sat turning to face your dad "how can I study if can't even stay awake?"
"that's just an excuse go back to your studies now, how are you going to get into a med school like this?" he tsked turning his back to you about to leave your room making you clench your teeth.
"I'm not" you don't even know were you got the courage to say it but it just got out with your stress, your dad stopped at the door and turned his head to you
"You're not.. what?" he asked frowning
"I'm not going to a med school.. that's what you want not me" you told him, you were shaking not knowing how he was going to react, but you didn't make it too obvious
He looked at you speechless with a shocked expression, he just stared at you for a few moments and sighed deeply
"I'm really disappointed with you" he said before closing the door
You relaxed your shoulders and left out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you thought you would be upset, but for some reason you weren't, maybe because you already expected it, maybe because you finally told him and took this weight off of you, you didn't feel bad but actually you felt relieved.
"hey Eric!" you said approaching him "you didn't answer any of my messages these days, is everything ok?"
"y/n" he said in a serious tone, since you two started dating he usually called you by cute nicknames so hearing him call you by your name made you worry.
"what's wrong?"
"this is not going to work" he said looking down, not being able to look at you in the eyes
"what are you talking about?" you asked confused
"us... we want different things in life, we can't focus on it if we stay together" you both stayed in silence for a few minutes, none of you could raise your heads to look at each other.
"but.. I don't want-"
"I need to succeed y/n, I need to prove my dad wrong and I can't do it if I'm with you, you distract me too much" Eric stepped away cutting you mid sentence
"I'm just a distraction? I don't mean anything else to you?"
"starting dating you was a stupid thing to do.. I don't love you enough for this..." he said making you speechless, he didn't want to say that, he didn't mean it, he never wanted to hurt you, but he thinks this is the only way he won't stand in your way.
You felt tears threatening to fall and right now you refused to cry in front of him, you pressed your lips trying to hold it and just muttered a "sure", turning your back and heading home as fast as you could.
Eric sat down devastaded, he couldn't hold his tears back, he was just as hurt as you were, he keeps telling himself that it was the right choice, you were his world and now he lost you, hope it was worth it.
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You got home and tried to rush to your room so you could cry alone, but your mom saw you before you could close the door
"you ok?" she asked patting your back
"sure mom.. me and Eric broke up and that's what you wanted right? are you happy now?"
You closed the door before she could say anything and leaned on it, now allowing your tears to fall, you felt your body getting weaker so you just sat down on the floor.
You were at your favorite cafe trying to come up with an idea for your project, it's been 3 years since you last spoke to Eric and he left a big empty space inside you.
After you told your dad, he obviously told your mom and they yelled at you a lot, but at that time you already made up your mind. It took them some time to accept it, they tried to make you change your mind several times but eventually they got used to the idea of you being a artist.
One of your friends from college sat down in front of you after going to the bathroom, he took his phone out and started texting someone.
"hey what do you think about going on a blind date?" he asked looking at you quickly just to see your reaction, turning his attention to the phone right after
"nah..not interested" you replied shaking your head
"are you going to be single forever?" he asked tilting his head to look at you, you ignored his question focusing again on your sketches "well anyways, he is a friend of mine, it will be tomorrow at 7pm, dress nicelly okay?"
"I said I'm not interested Sunwoo" you said stopping what you were doing to look at him
"and I said dress nicely, it's settled already" he smiled to you standing up and taking his bag "he is nice I swear, don't make him wait too long ok?"
He winked at you before leaving you talking alone, you sighed laying your back on your seat looking at nowhere snorting.
"what are you doing here?" you asked when you opened the door and saw Sunwoo there
"I thought it would be better to come here and make sure you are going to the date" he replied stepping inside your apartment
"I don't wanna go" you whined while throwing yourself on the couch
"just give him a chance come on, if it goes bad you can hit me later" he said standing in front of you, you looked at him and stayed in silent for a few seconds thinking about it
"fine.. " you stood up going to your room to get ready, you saw your friend smiling and sitting on your couch crossing his legs
"I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea" you said while he drove you to your date
"too late now" he giggled "you're gonna be fine, trust me"
You rolled your eyes one last time before you arrived to the place, Sunwoo leaned on top of you to open your door, making a gesture for you to get out without saying anything.
"oh by the way." he said sliding his window down, making you turn your head to look at him "his name is Youngjae"
You opened your mouth but before you could say anything else he waved at you and left. You stepped into the cafe, it was almost empty besides a group of friends and a guy sitting at the corner.
You approached him and called his name to see if it was the guy you were supposed to meet, he turned around to look at you and you both got speechless.
"wait.. Sunwoo sent you here?" he asked and you just nodded, he pressed his lips for a few seconds "well since we are here already let's at least eat something"
He stood up pulling the chair for you to seat before going to order something, you were so used to call him Eric you forgot his real name is Youngjae, he looked the same but at the same time looked so different from what you remembered.
"here" he said putting a cake in front of you and sitting on his chair "you like this right?"
You nodded and started eating the cake, not knowing what to say to him after so long without seeing each other and he wasn't any different.
"so.." he said trying to break the awkward silence "what are you doing now? did you got into a med school?"
"no" you said shaking your head making him look confused at you
"really? but you are so smart..."
"I didn't want it" you gave him a weak smile "I wanted to be an artist"
"oh I didn't know.. I hope you're doing well then" he smiled, a smile you missed so much
"I actually wanted to tell you that day..." you pressed your lips, not wanting to bring this memory back and you also saw him looking down "anyways! how is your music going?" you said quickly changing the subject
"it's going really well actually, I got to sing in a few events and maybe I'll even sign with a record label" he smiled again and you could see his eyes brighten up as he speak making you smile too without even noticing.
You two went back to silence once again, you took another bite from your cake trying to come up with something to say, but the only thing that came to your mind was questions about that day, it always felt wrong the way you two got separated, but you were too hurt at that time to think about it.
Eric also was thinking about a way to bring it up, he wanted to apologize and explain everything, but he didn't know how, maybe you already got over it and talking about it would only bring the pain back.
"I'm sorry.." was the only thing he managed to say, you looked at him and you knew what he was talking about.
"did you actually meant it? that day.."
"of course not.." he said looking down
"then why?"
"I felt like I was holding you back.." he looked back at you "I wanted you to succeed too"
"you never held me back.. you were the one who gave me energy when I needed..." you frowned feeling tears building up
"I'm so sorry.. I thought I was doing what was best for you when I just didn't want to feel guilty if you didn't made it, it was selfish.. I'm sorry.." he could also feel his tears threatening to fall "I just hope you don't hate me after all..."
"not gonna lie, it hurted a lot... but I could never hate you"
"I'm sorry, I said I would make you happy but I only caused you pain.." he looked down trying to hide the tear running through his cheek but you still saw it
"it's all past now right?" you smiled softly and he nodded giving you a weak smile
"we can make it right now" he wiped the tears and looked at you "if you want to.. of course"
"yeah.. we can"
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Hi I saw your post about haikyuu and you taking request, can I request an angst to fluff poly with kuroo and kenma, where kuroo and reader are dating and kenma really like reader so he confess then there's fluff,,,,, if you're not comfortable that's ok, thank you tho!
Ack im so excited for this- THANKS FOR REQUESTING! This is also my first ever poly fic and it might be a pretty long one since I kinda got carried away oop- I hope this is what you had in mind!👉👈
Idiot
Kenma x Gn!Reader x Kuroo (Poly)
Warnings: Angst with a fluff at the end to make up for it
Synopsis: Kenma tried to hide his feelings as he saw the two people he cares about is dating one another, but his pent up feelings made itself known.
"Tetsuroo!"
Kenma heard your voice echoing through the gym, he was just about to warm up as he puts his switch in his bag when he felt your presence.
"How many times have I told you to take a break!? You're sick!" You scolded their Captain, already changed from your uniformq into the Nekoma Volleyball Club's tracksuit as you pulled him by the ear.
"Im fine! I can totally play! Kenma tell Y/n!" He shouted for his friend, desperately trying to participate in the club activities.
Kenma couldn't really focus on what his friend was saying as his eyes were transfixed to you, taking in your features and just basking in your presence. All he managed to muster up is a nod and hum.
You sighed, shaking your head "Go home. Don't drag Kenma in this. I want you to rest, the sooner you get better the sooner you can play volleyball. Understand?" You spoke, voice laced with authority as you being their manager kicked in.
"Ughh, im so jealouuus! I want someone to care for me like that too!" Yamamoto sighed as they all looked at yours and kuroo's bantering frame. "Seeing how sweet they are makes me wanna throw up." He added as they saw their captain trying to woo you into making him play.
"Then who's gonna take you home? Just come with me-" Kuroo persisted but you just merely cut him off. "No. I'm not here just as your s/o but also the manager for the team. I need to perform my managerial duties as well as check up on them too, you know. I'll just go home with Kenma." You said, still not backing down. The entire Nekoma team still watching you both. Kuroo let out a huff and raised his hands. "Fine fine.. you win.." he grumbles as he grabs his bag.
You shot him a cute smile and waved as he left the gymnasium, "Love you tooo!" Once you made sure he already left, you turned towards what was left of the Nekoma Team.
"Now, have you all finished doing your warm- ups?"
Volleyball practice has come to an end as you found yourself walking alongside Kenma who was busy playing a game. The sound effects of the game fills the deafening silence between you two.
You glanced over him, taking in his features while he was completely unaware. Too focused in his game to even care about his surroundings, you sometimes even have to pull him when he was getting dangerously close to the lamp post or was about to trip over something.
Unbeknowst to you, Kenma was far from being focused. His mind was in shambles, thoughts darting back and forth in his head making him loose focus and actually getting defeated in the game. He tried his best to calm his nerves by gripping on his nintendo switch as he weighed the pros and cons if he was going to confess to you right now.
"Uh.. Y/n".
He called out softly, his eyes widened slightly. He was not meant to say that out loud. You stopped humming as you turned to your side "What is it Kenma?"
Kenma's eyes darting back and forth at his surroundings, trying to find the words to say as his voice got caught in his throat. You looked at him more closely, leaning to observe his features. "Kenma.. are you okay?" You said worriedly, putting a hand on the underside of his jaw to check the temperature.
Before Kenma could even stop himself, those words that he wants to tell you throughout the years you've known each other made it's way out of his mouth.
"I like you a lot."
It was like time has stopped, your hands went stiff as your eyes widened, you tried to play off your iitial shock with a laugh "Kenma, you wouldn't have stuck by me and tetsu's side if you didn't like us." You teased, trying to ease the akward tension between you.
"No, I love you."
At this point, Kenma wants to bash his head against a concrete wall. Since when did he ever got the balls to be bold?
Your hand found its way to your sides as your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to say, meanwhile he just stared at the luminescent light his game was giving off.
"Kenma..."
You started, unsure of what to say to the setter "I-i didn't know you felt that way.." You said softly, the feelings you had for him that is tucked away slowly resurfacing.
"It's fine.. You're dating Kuroo anyways.. I just.. felt the need to get it out of my chest." He waved it off, trying to act indifferent about it but what you didn't know was his heart was shattering as the uncomfortable silence grew between you both..
You took in a sharp breath as you stared up at the sky, trying to find the word to say between the setter and you. "Does Kuroo know about this?" You asked him, still looking up and avoiding his gaze.
You can't fall for him again, you already have the most caring and amazing boyfriend that happens to be his bestfriend.
"No. I don't know what will happen if I ever told him.." His voice growing softer by second, you finally grabbed his shoulders and looked at him.
"Kenma.. I don't want things changing between us, you already know im dating Kuroo and.. you're a great friend. I love you to bits okay?"
Kenma looked down as he tried to hide his tears, the words displayed on the device mocking him.
Defeat.
You sat in your bed, on the phone with Kuroo.
"Kenma.. He said something to me earlier." You started as you heard the shuffling of sheets from the other line. "And that is?" He asked a bit intrigued.
"He said he liked me." You dropped the bomb on the unsuspecting Kuroo, the line went silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. "You told me you liked him right?"
You looked down as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, "Yes." . Kuroo asked again, "Do you still have feelings for him?" You sighed "Tetsuroo.. I'm dating you now-"
"Just answer me."
The three of you grew up in the same neighbourhood, you became bestfriends with both and initially fell for Kenma. You didn't plan to tell anyone but Kuroo found out and pratically forced you to spill. A few years later you began dating Kuroo, him confessing and you accepting it. You thought your feelings for Kenma were long gone but here you are, back to square one.
"I thought I got over it.. but it resurfaced.." You mumbled, tearing up and hoping that a fight wouldn't ensue.
Kuroo sighed, "Okay."
You looked at your phone then pressed it up again on your ear. "Okay what?" Your voice laced with a little bit of panic.
"Okay."
"What do you mean okay Kuroo Tetsuroo!?" You asked him frantically, afraid he was going to end it with you over the phone.
"I just need time to think." He said as the line went dead. You dropped your phone beside your bed as you let a few tears fall.
The next few days had been rough, Kuroo wouldn't answer your calls and avoided you as you have been trying to avoid Kenma who is in the same class as you.
"Still not okay Y/n-chan?" Yaku walked alongside you as he checked over you. You sighed as you shook your head, eyes puffy from crying sessions you partake in the evening
"Kuroo didn't broke up with you over the phone did he? I'll wrangle hi-"
"I didn't, no reason to beat me up." The voice you know all too well spoked up as your posture stiffened, not looking back.
You felt him grab your wrist and lead you outside "Let's talk." Your breath hitched as you saw Kenma outside, by the looks of it, he was waiting for you and kuroo to show up.
"Now that we're all here, let's make things clear." Kuroo started, "Kenma and I have talked about it. Don't worry, we didn't fight or somethibg like that." He chuckled
"Since you both like us we came up with a solution.." Kenma said softly, eyes still not meeting yours. You kinda felt guilty for avoidibg him.
"Why don't you date both of us?" Kuroo asked, his hands finding it's way to Kenma's which definetly didn't go unnoticed by you.
"Do you guys like each other..?" You asked, still looking at their intertwined hands. "Yea, we talked about it and realized our feelings." Kuroo said as he held your haid and waited for a reaction.
You smiled and squeezed his hand "Good. I don't think I can date you both knowing you'll probably compete over my gorgeus self."
Kuroo laughed while Kenma has a small smile on his face "Kenma.. I'm sorry for ignoring you for the past days..please forgive me?" You asked, taking his hands to yours. What you didn't expect was a light kiss on the cheek, "I think you know the answer."
"Oya? What about me?" Kuroo pouted, asking for a kiss, Kenma complied but you just ran away, laughter echoing in the now empty halls.
"Y/n my kisseeeees!" Kuroo yelled after you, as you relentlessly teased him while running.
Kenma looked at his boyfriend and s/o while sighing, a small smile plastered on his face. What a bunch of idiots.
His idiots.
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from the bathroom floor
fluff
warnings: some domestic violence, mentions of verbal abuse, swearing
summary: reader and matthew are filming an intimate scene and reader’s boyfriend gets jealous. matthew figures out why reader is acting so different and romance sparks between the two.
you and matthew were co-stars on an upcoming tv show, you both portrayed a couple who were so madly in love. there was no denying the chemistry between the two and you both felt it, matthew was too scared to admit it because he respected your relationship with your boyfriend, taylor. taylor was affectionate and kind when others were around but behind closed doors he was a monster, he had called you every name on the planet and it got to the point where you were used to it. you felt so happy when shooting scenes with matthew, they way he held your hand, the way he looked at you and his words of affirmation. you couldn’t help but fall in love with him, you had had dreams about him and dreamt of a life with him.
you woke up to an empty bed, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and walked down the hall to see taylor lying on the couch sleeping. you felt happy that you didn’t have to deal with him for a couple hours. you started getting ready for the day and read your script, your eyes widened when you read that you and matthew had an intense makeout scene, you had never done one before and to say you were nervous was an understatement. you heard a ping noise come from your phone and you scrambled to grab your phone
Matthew Gray Gubler: “Hey Y/N! Do you want to grab a coffee quickly before going to set?
you blushed hard and quickly texted back
Y/N: “Hey!! Yes of course, do you mind if you pick me up? I think Taylor needs to take the car today”
you bit your lip while waiting for a reply, you thought that text would indicate that you wanted to grow closer to him
Matthew Gray Gubler: “Yes thats no problem, be there 10 minutes?”
you smiled so hard, like so hard and the butterflies in your stomach grew
Y/N: “See you then Gubler”
you quickly topped up your makeup and grabbed your bag. you looked out the window to see matthew in his suv, smiling at you. you giggled and closed your apartment door and ran down the stairs. you and matthew were close, but you always felt restricted in who you were friends with, gender wise, but you didnt care anymore, taylor was a mind controlling freak who thought he knew better and you were sick of it. you ran towards matthews car and opened the door automatically embracing him in a hug, “matthew!! how are you” matthew accepted your embrace and hugged you tight “im great y/n, ready for coffee?” you grinned “always”
you and matthew made small talk and shared a few glances at each other, there was absolutely no denying the chemistry now, you were falling madly in love with him. when you arrived to the coffee shop you were walking side by side giggling at each other. you ordered a iced latte and matthew settled for a black coffee, you tried to bribe him into a iced latte but he wouldnt budge.
on your way to set you brought up the makeout scene with him and he didnt seem to care, almost as if it was natural, no awkwardness, you never felt this comfortable with a man as you did with him and this made your heart flutter. you fiddled with your hands at the red light, matthew picked up on this and so he grabbed your hands and holding them. “its nothing y/n okay? dont worry its only me.” you felt content.
you were in the middle of a scene with matthew when he made the first move by cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, you leaned into the kiss and your lips were like putty the way he kissed was just euphoric. you were interrupted by the shout of your name “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS DICK???” he pulled you by your arm and pratically dragged you across the set, he pulled you into the bathroom and started shouting at you, you were sobbing hard as he grabbed your hair and slapped you across your face. “YOU BITCH, THOUGHT YOU COULD CHEAT ON ME HA. LITTLE BITCH, LOOK AT YOU CRYING AWW” he was making fun of you by pouting his lips.
the bathroom door slammed open and matthew walked in and punched his face, dragging him to security where they dealt with him. you were sobbing in the corner of the bathroom with your knees tucked into your chest, “hey.. y/n, its me, your okay now” matthew came over to you and pulled you into an embrace. he was brushing his fingers through your hair, soothing you. you snuggled into his side and he wrapped two arms around your waist protectively. “m-matthew?” you said looking up at him with glossy eyes and puffy eyes, “yeah?” he said with warmth and comfort in his voice, he continued to thread his fingers through your hair. “i-i-i love you, i always have and i was just so scared to say it because of taylor but you are just so amazing.” matthew face lit up, “y/n you have no idea how much i have been in love with you for. you are beautiful, i love you too.” you lifted your head up and smashed your lips together.
you went back to matthew’s house, on the car ride back to his place he wrapped you in a blanket and held your hand, at the red lights he would run his hand down the side of your face whispering words of affirmation. once you arrived matthew helped you out of the car and you clinged to his arm while walking up his steps. “you okay y/n?” he said while putting his keys through the door. “yeah, much better now” you said with a teary smile. he led you to his bedroom and once you made it he sat you on the bed, giving you his oversized top and pyjama bottoms to make you more comfortable. he told you to get changed and to get comfy while he went downstairs to make snacks and bring tea.
when he arrived he came to your side and kissed your forehead, giving you tea and chips with your favourite dip. you both indulged into your snacks sharing small talk. once you were finished he pulled you into his chest, holding you to him securely. he turned on the tv and he let you decide what to watch. he stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head as you scrolled through netflix. you settled on 13 going on 30, your all time favourite movie. you grabbed his hand and played with his fingers, you felt so calm and safe in the arms of the love of your life. you fell asleep on his chest and matthew held you tighter never letting you go, after all you were his girl now and he would do anything to protect you. he loved you so much.
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Dating App AU
Poe Dameron x Reader (Genderneutral)
Summary: Your friend convinced you to try this dating app and while your date is cute and nice, there is just something about his flatmate...
Warnings: Mentions of Covid19
You hated to admit how nervous you were, especially because there was no reason to be nervous. It was just a date, hundreds of thousands of people went on first dates every day, there was no reason to be nervous. Besides, you had already talked to Finn on the dating app, on the phone and in a zoom call, he was nice and funny and easy to talk to, going on a walk with him, in a park full of other people, should be a piece of cake. And yet you were nervous.
This is all Rose’s fault, you thought to yourself. It was Rose who had convinced you to try a dating app. “To meet new people”, were her exact words. True, due to the pandamic you didn’t know anyone in the town you moved to for university, but you were not sure a dating app was the right way to meet people, especially since you weren’t even really looking for a relationship.
You glanced at your phone that you still had in your hand from texting Rose you had arrived at the spot you were supposed to meet Finn. He was a few minutes late already.
“Sorry, I know I’m late.”
The already somewhat familiar voice made you look up from your phone. Finn stood right in front of you, both hands in the pockets of his jeans and an apologetic smile on his lips.
“Rey had car troubles and needed a helping hand and I just couldn’t refuse her.” It took you a moment to place the name. Finn had told you quite a bit about his friends, but then it dawned on you that Rey was his flatmate, or one of his flatmates at least.
“It’s fine, you’re just a few minutes late and I’ve heard worse excuses.”
Finn raised an eyebrow.
“Does that mean you’ve been stood up?”
Right as the words left his mouth the smile fell from his lips. He opened his mouth and closed it again.
“(Y/N), I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not as if I think you should be stood up, I just sometimes speak before I can think and-”
“It’s fine. I was just talking about my friends, they’re never on time.”
You could pratically feel the tension leaving Finn’s body.
“You’d hate Poe then, he’s always late.”
Poe was another one of Finn’s flatmates, you remembered, as well as his best friend.
“I wouldn’t judge someone based solely on their time management, I’m usually early anyways.”
For a moment Finn just looked at you, it was as if you could feel his eyes staring into your soul and if he weren’t so kind it would be downright creepy.
“You’re new in town, aren’t you? How about we walk over to the best ice cream shop around?”
And just like that the awkward silcen was interrupted. You smiled and nodded, ice cream always sounded great.
Half an hour later you sat on a park bench, both with an ice cream cone in hand, having an easy conversation.
Finn, you learned, was an only child, though his best friends were like siblings to him. He was three weeks younger than you, on the dot, and hated stracciatelle for unknown reasons.
“Once the cinemas open again I really have to take you to this small one at the other end of town. It’s a bit more expensive than the big chains, but the popcorn is to die fo- Poe?”, Finn interrupted his sentence.
You looked at him with a raised eyebrow but his gaze was fixed on the man walking towards you.
“Finn, hi.”
The other man, appearently this was Poe, put friendly hand on Finn’s shoulder and then looked over at you.
“And you must be (Y/N), right?”
You didn’t know whether it was his smile and the way he said your name but all of the sudden you felt yourself blushing and at a loss for words. Luckily though it only lasted a second, you were brought back to reality when you reminded yourself that you were on a date with Finn, who you really liked, and not his goodlooking friend.
“That’s me.”
Before either you or Poe could say anything else or fall into an awkward silence Finn spoke again.
“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have a shift starting in a few minutes?”
Poe finally let his eyes fall away from you and turned back to his friend. You weren’t sure whether you should be glad or sad that you no longer held his attention.
“They’re not busy today so Leia told me to take the day off. I decided to spend some quality time with Beebee instead.”
Must be his girlfriend, you though and immediatly scolded yourself for the though. Finn was your date. Not Poe, Finn. “Where is he then?”, Finn asked and looked around.
He, you replayed Finn’s word in your mind. Boyfriend then. Should be obvious that a guy like Poe is in a relationship.
“What do you mean, he’s right... I mean he was right here next to me...”
Now Poe looked around again and you tried not to take the opportunity to stare at the way his dark curls moved when he moved his head.
“Beebee, come here boy”, Poe called. Nobody came, so he started whisteling.
“Is that really the best way to call your boyfriend?”, you asked.
Poe had seemed nice at first, but you couldn’t tolerate his behaviour towards his significant other, and were suprised Finn wasn’t bothered by it.
“My what? I don’t have a boyfriend. Beebee is my- here he is!”
You looked down at Poe’s feet where a small dog with white and orangy-red fur stood. You weren’t quite sure what breed he was but there seemed to be at least a bit of corgi in there.
“(Y/N), may I introduce you to Beebee. As you can see he is not my boyfriend, but rather my best friend.”
Poe knelt down to pet his furry companion just as Finn let out an annoyed “Hey!”.
“My dog best friend, of course. Finn is my human best friend.”
While Finn looked satisfied with this correction Beebee now seemed offended. But that ceased quickly when you knelt down in front of him.
“Hey, buddy”, you smiled as you reached out his hand for the dog to sniff. He gave it a quick lick which you interpreted as permission to pet him.
“You’re a little cutie, aren’t you? What are you- Hey, that’s my ice cream.”
Beebee either didn’t listen or didn’t care because he reached for your cone with his tongue.
You stood up again to get the ice cream away from the dog and looked to Poe.
“It almost looks as if you don’t feed him enough”, you joked.
For what felt like an eternity Poe didn’t answer, he just looked at you with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until Finn gave him a light kick that he replied.
“I guess that means I should give him his dinner. And leave you to your date, of course.”
He gave Finn a warm smile before turning to you.
“It was very nice to meet you, (Y/N).”
There it was again, the way he said your name did something to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Likewise, Poe.”
Before you could sit down next to Finn again Poe and his dog were gone.
“Usually I’d say the first date is too soon to meet my friends, but the two of you really hit it off”, Finn said.
You looked at him. Was he mad that you had run into Poe? Should you have paid less attention to his friend and Beebee and more to Finn? How were you supposed to ask that?
“It’s getting dark soon, but I’d like to see you again sometime”, Finn told you before you could say anything.
You nodded.
“I’d like that.”
Just a short week later you met up with Finn again. While you had wanted the first meeting to be in a public place, even though you had already gotten to know each other in videochats, you were now comfortable enough to visit him in his flat.
“Would you like anything to drink?”, Finn asked from the small kitchen.
“Whatever you’re having is fine, I’m not that fussy with drinks”, you called back.
From your spot on the living room couch you could hear Finn rummaging through the fridge. Meanwhile you looked around. The room was quite big, just a little smaller than your one-room-flat, but since Finn shared his flat with both Poe and Rey it made perfect sense for it to be bigger. Though it was tidier than you had expected from a flat where two men lived. The shelves on one wall were filled with all kinds of books, board games, video games and little trinkets. Right next to it was a dog bed that was more than just a little too big for Beebee, as well as a box filled with dog toys, a water and a food bowl.
Your gaze went over to the wall above the TV, on which a multitude of pictures hung. Most of them showed the three flatmates, often joined by Beebee and sometimes other unfamiliar faces, in all types of situations. In a park, in the snow, out in some sort of pub or club, at uni or just in the flat.
One picture of Poe and Rey with three elderly people especially caught your eye. That must be their respective parents, you thought.
“I see you found our wall of memories”, Finn remarked as he entered the living room. He sat down next to you and placed a tall glass in front of you.
“I thought a diet coke would be the safest choice.”
You managed to squeeze in a “Thank you” before Finn started talking again.
“As you can see most pictures are just Rey, Poe and me, but there are some of our other friends as well. And Beebee of course. And Leia, Luke and Han.”
He looked at you with a smile.
“Perhaps you’ll meet them one day. Leia and Luke own the restaurant where Poe and Rey work and Han, he’s Leia’s husband, works there as well. Though they’re more like family than just employers now. Other than this flat the restaurant our favourite hang out spot.”
Around an hour later you were interrupted in the middle of the movie.
Lazily you lifted your head from Finn’s shoulder to look at the intruder.
It was Poe, followed by a pretty brunette you recognized as Rey.
“(Y/N), hi. I didn’t know you’d be here”, Poe greeted you.
Rey shot him a look that seemed to say that he did know, but that couldn’t be, right? After all, why would Poe lie?
“You’re welcome to join”, Finn offered. “As long as (Y/N) is fine with it.”
Even if you hadn’t been, how could you say no to that?
As if he’d been waiting for the invitation Poe sat down next to you. A little closer than he had to, due to the big sofa, but you didn’t complain.
Rey followed suit and sat down next to Finn. Just a second later Beebee, who you only just noticed had come into the flat with the two of them, settled down at her feet.
“Traitor”, Poe muttered under his breath.
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re the jealous type?”
He shrugged, though a small smile stole onto his face.
“Usually not, but Beebee only prefers Rey because she bought a gigantic box of his favourite treats and gives them to him whenever he wants one.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not my fault you don’t feed your dog food he actually likes”, Rey shot back from her end of the couch.
You looked from her to Poe, only just catching Finn rolling his eyes. This seemed to be a common argument between them.
“I do feed him! Do you have any idea how expensive the organic dog food is I buy him? It’s not my fault healthy food isn’t always the most delicious.”
“Can we please get back to the movie?”, Finn asked in a slightly annoyed voice. He really did seem tired of the discussion.
For a few minutes it was quiet. Though you felt as if someone was constantly watching you, but that might just be Poe and Rey continuing their conversation through looks over your head.
“Hey, Finn, remember when you promised to have a look at my paper? I have to hand it in tomorrow morning”, Rey interrupted the silence.
You expected Finn to tell her he’d do it later, he was still on a date with you after all. But instead he jumped up immediately.
“Sure thing! Poe, why don’t you stay with (Y/N) while I’m gone?”
And just like that Rey and Finn disappeared down the hall.
Right after they were gone Beebee jumped up onto the spot Finn had vacated next to you and snuggled up close to you. Absentmindedly you ran a hand through the dog’s soft fur.
“Beebee is an excellent judge of character. It means a lot that he likes you.”
You looked over at Poe. Though it was dark and only the TV was lighting up the room you could have sworn he was blushing.
“I’m glad. I really like him too.”
Although you meant the dog you suddenly weren’t sure he’s the only one you were talking about.
“You’re still Finn’s date though”, said Poe.
That remark was definitely not just about Beebee.
You looked at Poe.
“I know. And I really do like Finn, just not in a romantic way.”
Part of you wanted to add that there is someone you could picture yourself one day falling in love with, someone you had met through Finn, but you didn’t dare to.
“To be honest, I think Finn doesn’t like you that way either.”
You waited for Poe to add something else but he just looked at you, right into your eyes. But for a split second you could have sworn his eyes went down to your lips.
“Perhaps I should talk to Finn then. We could still hang out as friends.”
Poe nodded just as the credits started rolling. Though neither of you moved to get the remote.
“Then you’d be looking for someone else to date”, Poe finally said after a few moments of silence.
You had no idea what to make of that statement. Was he glad you wouldn’t be dating Finn? Did he want you to find a boyfriend? Or was he maybe implying something?
“To be honest, I’m not even looking for a relationship. My friend Rose just made me get a dating profile so I’d meet new people.”
Just as the words left your lips Finn and Rey reappeared and the atmosphere seemed to change.
“How about we all get something to eat?”, Rey suggested.
Though you weren’t really hungry you wanted to take the opportunity to spend more time with the people you hoped would become your friends, as well as the one person who might be more than a friend.
That same day, on your way to the restaurant to pick up your order, you told Finn that you were not interested in him in a romantic way and just as Poe had suggested, he felt the same way. That was the start of a wonderful friendship, you started to spend most of your free time with Finn and his friends. And while you considered Rey and Finn good friends, you soon realized that your feelings towards Poe were just different. Every time he sat or stood a bit closer than he had to your heart started beating faster and you felt a sense of comfort at the same time. He was kind and funny and so good looking, you just couldn’t help your developing crush.
Today it was especially obvious. You were alone with Poe, Finn was out and Rey had to work, so you sat at the small kitchen table, both enveloped in your uni work.
“Do you know another word for pretty?”, you asked.
You were writing an essay about the protagonist of a novel you had read for class and were in desperate need of synonyms.
“Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, (Y/N).”
No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fight the blush that crept up your neck. Most of the time Poe was simply friendly, but sometimes he said things like that, things that were just too flirty for friends, and you didn’t know what to make of his comments.
“Love, are you blushing?”, he asked.
Today seems to be an especially flirtatious day, you though to yourself. Usually when Poe dropped such a comment it was just one, not calling you pretty and a pet name within just a few seconds.
“Who wouldn’t blush to hear your sorry attempts at flirting?”, you joked.
You could have sworn Poe’s expression turned a bit darker. Maybe you had taken it a bit too far.
“I’ll have you know that people usually like when I flirt with them.”
You didn’t know what to reply. Of course people liked when Poe flirted with them, you’d enjoy it as well, if only he really meant it. But you both knew that you were strictly friends. After all, you had told him you were not looking for a relationship and he kept on flirting and making out and probably a bunch of other things with others anytime you went out together.
“In that case it seems like you never met anyone with taste”, you teased.
With a smile he closed his laptop and looked straight at you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his intense stare, but tried to hold your own and didn’t let your eyes leave his.
“Maybe I should just show you what your’re missing out on, darling.”
You were stunned. What should you answer to that? Did he mean it, was he really trying to flirt or was it just a game to him?
Poe seemed to interpret your silence in his own way.
“But I know you’re not looking for a boyfriend.”
His gaze moved from your eyes down to the table. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit it softly, a gesture that drew your eyes right down to his kissable lips.
“Poe, are you... were you actually trying to flirt with me? I thought you were joking.”
He looked back up at you, eyes wide open. His left hand moved to ruffle through his curls while his right reached for your hand, which was twisting with your water bottle.
“I confess, there are a lot of things I don’t take serious and joke about, but you’re not one of them. I don’t know why, but from the moment I saw you I was intrigued. But then I realized you were on a date with my best friend and you seemed to get along, so I tried to back off. I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I wanted to be, though. Rey quickly noticed and tried to push us together and every moment I spend with you I realize just how amazing you are, how much I’m falling in love with you.”
Any time you had been speechless before was nothing compared to this. No one had ever confessed a crush on you, let alone told you they were falling for you, and here was Poe, beautiful, funny, kind Poe, telling you what you never dreamed he would tell you.
Suddenly it made sense why he always sat so close to you, why Rey kept shooting him looks whenever you hung out together, why Finn often canceled last minute, leaving you alone with Poe.
“Have Rey and Finn been trying to set us up?”, you asked.
Poe looked down at your intertwined hands resting on the table. Slowly he nodded.
“After Rey realized how I feel she immediately told Finn, even though I begged her not to. I though Finn felt the same way, I just didn’t see a reason why he wouldn’t, but it turns out he only ever thought of you as a friend and was glad I like you.”
You could tell all this confessing made him nervous, especially since you haven’t said a word yourself. You stroked his hand with your thumb, slow, soft motions that immediately seemed to relax him.
“You know, I really wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. Downloading a dating app was my friend Rose’s idea in the first place, but it turned out great. I might not have been looking for a boyfriend, but then I met this really cute guy and event though I hadn’t planned it, I started liking him, really liking him. How could I not, with his sweet smile and funny jokes and concern for me and his friends, plus he has this super cute dog and any guy who’s good with animals is boyfriend material.”
While you were talking Poe’s eyebrows kept raising. You could tell he was hoping that you were talking about him, but there was just a little hint of doubt in his expression.
“What do you say, should we relieve Rey and Finn of their efforts and tell them we’re dating?”, you asked.
For a few seconds Poe just started at you, but within a moment he leaped up from his chair at the other end of the table and swept you in his arms.
“I think they’d be glad to hear it, my love.”
Poe let go of you with a smile on his face. You just looked at him, eyes bright, unruly hair, the sun shining on the side of his face. Only a bark made you tear your eyes away from him.
Poe glanced down at Beebee, who was standing between the two of you.
“I think he’s trying to tell us something”, you grinned.
“I think he just wants us to kiss already”, Poe returned.
As if to confirm the dog barked again and both of you laughed.
But once the laughter died out you finally felt Poe’s soft lips on yours. A soft sight escaped your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling it slightly, which made Poe moan and you smile into the kiss.
When you finally let go to catch your breath both of you were smiling.
“You know, you might have said people who enjoy my flirting don’t have taste, but based on how you just kissed me you’re on top of that list”, he grinned.
You just rolled your eyes and pulled him closer again.
“Less talking, more kissing”, you mumbled against his lips.
At your feet Beebee barked again, clearly the dog agreed. As did your boyfriend, when he captured your lips with his once again.
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He is 6′3...
How will the great Ushijima Wakatoshi handle rejection?
Ushijima x Reader
I have been wanting to post more but I’ve been watching Naruto all day because I had the genius idea to rewatch the series from the very beginning... My plan to post more will have to wait until later. Anyways this was in my drafts, I have so much fun writing Ushijima because he’s just so unique. LOL idk what this is.
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“Oikawa is going to look so good out there.” Mei sighs pleasantly, grabbing your arm tightly as the two of you walk into the city gym. You roll your eyes at her tiny crush before grabbing one of the programs from the vendors.
“Save those noises for him stupid.” You tease and hand the clerk three hundred yen for the magazine. Mei gasps and slaps your arm out of embarrassment and you laugh hard as you try to get away from her. “It’s going to be fun to cheer for them.”
“(Y/N) you have to be here, you don’t even get a choice.” Mei narrows her eyes at you playfully, knowing fully well you wouldn’t be here to support her in the conquest that is Oikawa Toru’s love had it not been for student government obligations.
“Honestly Mei, Oikawa is cute but let's be real all the third years are hot.” You thumb through the magazine before landing on your own school's page. “Like Hanamaki and Matsukawa and Iwaizumi could all get it as well as Oikawa.” The comment comes out so nonchalant that Mei doesn’t even have time to process what you’re saying. Quietly you continue to flip through the pages when your friend’s hand slaps your arm. The program falls to the floor and you let out a yelp as you stinging clutch your bicep.
“You’re gross!” Mei squeals innocently and you roll your eyes once again as you bend down to reach for the paper. “Should a student council president speak like that?”
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t fuck them if you didn’t know them.” You deadpan and your friend turns red at the question, vigoursly shaking her head. “Hush, I know you would.” Letting out a huff you look at the page you were on, nodding in approval at the ace of Karasuno. “Let’s play fuck or not fuck, but only with the third years.” Your eyes land on the Shiratorizawa page and you let out a disgusted sound before flipping the page to DateTech.
“Wait you missed the purple school.” Mei points out and you shake your head.
“Fuck the purple school.” You mutter childishly and Mei tilts her head in confusion. “Those stupid kids always think they’re better than everyone just because they go to Shiratorizawa. Like news flash, their school is no better than ours.” Your eyes narrow out of irritation and Mei’s eyes light up in realization.
“Is this because of that boy-“
“Yes, it is because of that boy and their student council! They can all choke!” Your voice raises and you grip the magazine tighter. Mei looks at you and then freezes when she notices the team standing behind you. “What- ah shit.” You curse lowly when you turn around and face the entire Shiratorizawa team who no doubt heard everything you’d just said.
With the confidence only a bitch such as yourself could have you stare at them, daring any of them to say anything to you. The following moments are silent and tense as you continue to wait, cocking your head intimidatingly. You refuse to break eye contact with any of them as your eyes narrow but when you realize they aren’t going to say anything you simply roll your eyes and turn back around.
“Let’s go I wanna go say hi to Oikawa before the game starts.” You announce childishly, turning your nose into the air.
“Oikawa!” Mei squeals and happily allows you to drag her towards the bleachers.
Tendou clasps his hands behind his back and innocently pears up at his friend as another wave of silence falls over the team.
“Wakatoshi-kun isn’t that the girl that you bumped into the other day causing her to fall on her ass in front of our student council which then lead them to laugh at her and ask her why a middle schooler was trying to enter a high school student council meeting?” Tendou asks with wide eyes and Semi visibly flinches, the cringe due to the lack of gracefulness his captain has. “And then she turned out to be the student body president of Seijoh and as she was cussing you out she had no idea who you were so then she got her ass handed to her by our student body president and he threatened to sue her?” Semi did not think the story could get any worse and it in fact did. Reon’s jaw drops as he stares at the two who look like they are simply discussing the weather.
“Yes that would be her.” Ushijima answers truthfully and Tendou nods his head in confimration before sighing and throwing his hands into the air.
“She has a right to be mad.” The red head defends and the two start to walk away leaving a very confused Reon and Semi behind as the rest of the team trails behind the other third years.
“Okay, fuck.” You point to the ace from Karasuno and Mei nods her head in agreement as she pulls out her phone.
“My friend down in Tokyo has a really hot third year at her school.” The picture you’re looking at causes your jaw to drop, his messy black hair and large build almost has you melting into your seat. “Fuck.” Mei giggles and confirms for you. “Fuck.” She points to the wing spiker of Wakutani and you have to think for a moment before nodding your head. “Obviously Oikawa belongs in the category too.” She blushes deeply as she stares at the captain of your school’s volleyball team.
“Defenitely and he’s a nice guy too so that is bonus points.” You continue to flip through your own pamphlet, not noticing the group of boys walk past you. More especially the boy who stops in front of you. The eyesore of maroon glaring down at you causes you to raise an eyebrow as distaste to fills your mouth. “Yes?” You barley give him the time of day, glancing at the tall boy once before looking back down at the paper in front of you.
“I need to talk to you in private.” The almost sounding command causes a noise of confusion to leave your lips as you scowl up at him. You almost start to laugh. However, your eyes drag up his body and you narrow your eyes to try to hide any interest. A tracksuit should not look so good on an asshole. With an irritated sigh, you place the magazine down in your seat after you stand up beside him, your glare hardening as you wait for him to move. He only blinks, his face stotic, before the two of you walk down the stairs to one of the abandoned hallways.
“I am Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He introduces and you continue to stare at him blankly, most of the time your stare would cause any sane person to look away but with your luck, olive eyes simply stare back at you. “I want to apologize, it seems I have offended you.” His apology has your eye twitching, your hands bunch into fists as you refrain from poking his chest.
“I had to write an apology letter to you snotty assholes when you were the one who bumped into me!” You seethe, subconsciously feeling guilty for taking your anger out on him. Ushijima stares down at you, your teeth gritted together like a small dog, he tilts his head slightly to get a better look at you.
“I was distracted by you, I apologize.” He restates and you look up at him as if he was sporting three heads.
“Why are you even apologizing to me, why do you even care?” You bite, crossing your arms over your chest pettily and Ushijima starts to look elsewhere to refrain from looking at your chest.
“I noticed that I upset you and I wanted to say I was sorry.” His answer causes your heart to skip a beat and you feel like your world is slowing down, a rose tint covering the boy in front of you. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.
“Oh, umm,” You bite the inside of your cheek in thought as you stare down at your feet, unsure of what to say. “Thank you for apologizing. I am also sorry for calling you the names that I did. I wasn’t even really mad at you, moreso your student government.” You mumble, unable to look him in the eyes.
“I accept your apology.” Ushijima acknowledges and you feel your eye twitch again at his bluntness. “I will take you to lunch one day as an apology for the embarassmnet you suffered from.” Before you can quite literally tear his head off at that comment, Ushijima places his hand on the small of your back. “After you.” He nudges you towards the stairs and you clench your fists by your hips.
“Alright.” You refrain from snapping as you walk back towards your seat, the intimidating Ushijima Wakatoshi on your heels standing over you protectively. Not that you could see it anyway. When you finally get to your seat, you pratically throw yourself into the chair. Ushijima is still standing in front of you and you can feel the irritation bubblign in yoru chest. “What?”
“I will give you my contact information later so we can discuss a meeting point for lunch.” He gives you a slight bow before walkign back to where his team is and you can only watch as he walks away, your eyes burnign holes in his back.
“What the fuck.” You gasp out loud as you turn back to face Mei, who has an equal expression of horror written on her face.
“He asked you out?!” She squeals so loud you’re sure half of the gym had just heard her.
“No! Are you insane? You think I would say yes to him?!” You spit and Mei shrugs while glancing at the magazine in her lap.
“I mean he is 6′3.” Her eyes are filling with mischeif at your weakness for height and you try to hold your stubborn glare.
“I am stronger than this, I don’t care.” A lie straight through your teeth and you turn your nose at her.
“And his thighs are so-” Your eye twitches as she continues to go on, staring down at his picture on the page.
“Mei.” You call out calmly.
“Yes”
“Keep talking and I’ll make sure that you have no chance with Oikawa.” You threaten and Mei’s eyes widen.
“You wouldn’t.” She gasps in horror and you hold your stare, her hand clutches at her chest dramatically. “You would! (Y/N)!” Sadly you can’t keep up the facade for too long and your face falls as you fall into a fit of laughter. Mei only slaps your arm and flicks through the magazine pettily.
“That’s an interesting person for your affections.” Tendou teases Ushijima, his red eyes watching you from afar. “Did your apology work?”
“No.” The ace responds, his face hard like he didn’t take a slap of rejection across the face.
“Don’t worry Wakatoshi-kun, there’s always tomorrow!”
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@professorerudite : I want Dean to save Cas from the Empty and he becomes human and they're riding in the car with Sam to a hunt and Dean reaches back to give Cas's hand a squeeze
THE HAND SQUEEZE MADE ME SO SOFT I JUST TOOK IT AND RAN LAPS WITH IT-
i’m gonna try and get through the rest of the prompts this week but i’m super excited because i forgot how fun writing was! anyways here it isss thank u so much for the prompt and i hope you like it!!!
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Cas, as always, ends up coming back to them in a way they didn’t expect.
After weeks of research, and late nights of Dean praying- or begging- to Jack, Dean’s phone rings at 3am. Hypnotized by the words in his book that are starting to blurr from the lack of sleep, Dean jumps out of his trance at the buzzing. When he grabs at his phone to see who it is, he has to rub his eyes to make sure it isn’t a hallucination. He stares at the phone as he watches Cas’ name and profile picture light up the screen. A picture of Cas in a cheap cowboy hat is displayed, his blue eyes reflecting the sunlight of the day. Deans heart jumps at the idea that he might be able to look into those eyes again. By the time he comes to his senses, the ringing has stopped and Dean frantically tries to call him back. He grips his phone as he puts it to his ear while his leg shakes up and down. The call barely rings once before it’s answered.
“Cas?” Dean asks, unsure. He worries that he’s gotten his hopes up again, only for it to be another prank call from an old enemy of-
“Hello Dean. I.. I’m sorry i’m calling so late into the night. I don’t really know where I am, I just woke up.” Holy shit. Cas. It’s Cas. Dean’s brain goes into overdrive as he thinks about the hows and the whys. He can’t make any sense of it. Later, he’ll blame it on the sleep deprivation, but he interrupts Cas’ explanation because he just needs to know.
“Cas. Cas. Cas, holy fuck. Where are you? How did you- what did you do? What happened?” Usually, he’d beat himself up over sounding so needy. But right now, with Cas on the other end of the line, and Dean on the edge of a heart attack with overwhelming worry and relief.. he can’t find it in himself to care.
“I don’t know. I’m alive, I think. I feel.. human, Dean. I’m in a field? An onion field, I believe. I don’t know where exactly.” Cas sounds tired, given he just woke up from eternal death. But Dean also here’s a twinge of doubt. Like he doesn’t expect Dean to care that he’s alright. For the second time that night, Cas makes his heart stop. He figures it won’t be the last time either.
“Stay there, alright, I’m gonna track your phone, make sure it doesn’t die. I’m coming right now. We’ll figure it out together. Stay there, Cas. Jesus fuck,” Dean demands. The death grip on his phone doesn’t loosen as he jumps up from his seat to grab a coat and find Sam.
“Are you sure? I can wait until morning, or I can-“
“Cas, shut up. I’m getting Sam and we’re gonna come get you, right now. Just stay, Cas,” Deans voice cracks on his last sentence. There’s so much he wants to tell Cas. About how he feels, for once in his life. Dean, for all his worry about sharing his feelings, refuses to take the easy way out and tell Cas on the phone. He wants to look Cas in the eyes again. The call is silent for what feels like years before Cas responds.
“Alright.”
“I’m gonna go. I’ll be right there. Cas..” Dean gives himself a little leeway. “I’m really glad your back.”
Dean can hear the smile in Cas’ voice as he responds.
“I am too.”
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The sun is starting to rise by the time Sam and Dean start to reach the onion field Cas was talking about. Cas was right, the empty shot him out in the middle of an onion field, a few hours away from home. Dean, ever the safe driver, speeds at least 20 mph over the speed limit on the open road as Sam catches up on the sleep Dean snatched him out of. The car ride is silent, aside from Deans thoughts being a replacement to the blaring classic rock usually played. Instead of Led Zeppelin’s singing, it’s Deans own inner voice trying to come up with what to say to Cas when they finally reach him.
Cas, buddy- Absolutely not. Dean has more sense than to call the love of his life buddy after he died saving him. Again. Cas, what you said before.. did you mean it? No, Cas never said anything he didn’t mean. Me too. Real smooth, Winchester.
The ideas bounce off of each other in Dean’s mind, so much so he barely sees Cas sitting on the side of the road as the impala speeds towards him. His foot crashes into the break, promptly waking Sam in a frenzy.
“Dean-! What the hell are you doing why would you- is that Cas?” Sams attempt at reprimanding Dean is cut off as Cas picks himself up and gives the brothers a wave. For a second, Dean’s frozen in place. Cas is there, in the flesh, twenty feet away. A wave of emotion comes over him. Relief, that he has Cas back again. And anger, that Cas would do something so reckless for the sake of saving him for the hundredth time. And the strongest wave, love, crashes into Deans chest in a way that he forgets to breathe. He wants to get to Cas, tell him just how much he’s head over heels in love with him. If only Dean could remember how his body works and move out of the damn drivers seat.
“Dean, move it. Get out of the car,” Sam slaps his arm and slams the car door as he gets out. Dean finds the brains to snap himself out of his love trance and trail behind Sam to meet Cas. Sam pulls him in for a hug, telling him how much he missed him, how good it is to have him back. Cas’ face lights up as he listens to Sam. Dean can only think of how beautiful his smile is and how heartwarming it is to be on the receiving end of it.
Sam turns around to see his brother pratically gawking at Cas. Turning to Cas, he reminds him, “Really, Cas. It’s good to have you back. We were missing the third part of our trio.” He pats Dean on the back as he makes his way back to the car, reminding himself to not look up from his computer screen no matter what he hears going on with the two of them. As happy as Sam is that Cas is alright, he’d prefer to leave Dean and Cas’ reunion to his imagination.
“Hi, Cas,” Dean starts. Cas smiles at him and gently puts his hands in his pockets. Dean was right in remembering just how warm that smile made him feel.
“Hello Dean. I’m sorry I made you two come all this way. Especially after,” Cas pauses, smile faltering as he recalls their last conversation. “Well. I’m sure you remember.”
FuckCasDontApologize-
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
Fuck.
“Fuck. Jesus Cas, stop apologizing, I, I’m the one who said jack shit to you after you.. you poured your heart out to me. And I didn’t even say anything back-“
Cas cuts him off, trying to make Dean feel better. Always trying to make him feel better. “I understand. I knew it was the only way to save you, and I know you don’t feel that way.” As strong as Cas tries to sound, Dean has known him for 12 years. He knows Cas is terrible at leaving problems unsolved.
“Well fuck, Cas, because you obviously don’t understand. And i’m sorry that you couldn’t tell how in love I am with you because I have a shit way of showing it-“
“What?”
“-And i’m sorry that I couldn’t say it back quick enough, before you left me, i’m fucking sorry i couldn’t say it sooner-“
“You’re in love with me?” Cas’ smile has faded from his face, a look of confusion, shock, now replacing it. Somehow, Deans heart breaks more right now than it did when he was gasping for air as he watched Cas get sucked in by black goo. He feels his heart physically aches, because he knows that even saying how much he loves Cas won’t ever be enough. He’s gonna spend the rest of his life trying to show him.
“I love you, you idiot, I’m so in love with you-“ Dean closes the feet between them, grasping Cas’ hand in his and holds Cas’ cheek with the other. Cas instinctively puts his hand on Deans waist, and hell, his hand was always supposed to be there, this was always where they were supposed to end up.
“I love you too,” Dean declares, looking into Cas’ eyes as they fill with tears. “And you gotta stop tearing up everytime one of us says I love you,” hejokes, feeling like a hypocrite as he feels his own eyes start to water, “because you’re gonna run out of tears real quick, angel.” Cas laughs softly and tries to compose himself. Dean thinks his cheeks are gonna burst with how much he’s smiling. But he can’t stop, not when Cas is looking at him like he invented the freaking sun. Not when he knows what happens next, as he moves his thumb to rub Cas’ tears away. When he leans in, and Cas leans in, and he closes his eyes-
“Hey guys! I found us a case!” Sam yells from the car. Dean can hear the smugness in Sams voice. He groans in annoyance, and his forehead falls to rest on Cas’ forehead. When he opens his eyes and moves his head away, he sees Cas still gleaming at him, laughing like his dumb little brother is the funniest comedian in the world. The annoyance at Sam slips from Deans fingers, and he forgets why he was even annoyed in the first place. He’s still close enough to feel Cas’ breathe as he laughs, to see the crinkles around his eyes as he smiles. And Dean smiles back.
“Later,” Cas whispers. Dean grins even more at the idea that they even get a later, the promise that he gets to have Cas for the rest of his life. He feels his heart pounding in his ears as he thinks about what’s the come.
“Yea, alright. Later.”
“Guys! Get it moving! Places to be, people to meet, monsters to hunt!”
Dean separates himself from Cas and turns to the car and yells, “Alright! We get it!”
Turning back to Cas, he asks cleverly, “Are you coming?”
As if that were ever a question. “Of course.”
The two pile back into the car, matching grins on their face. Sam, rolling his eyes, dives head first into the lore of their new case, what happened to the victims, what kind of monster he thinks it is. Sam tries to convince himself the two of them are listening, but as he looks into the rear-view mirror and sees Dean making heart eyes at Cas like he’s 18, he knows it’s a lost cause.
“I already know you two are gonna be gross. I want my own room, alright?” Sam complains, shutting his laptop and opening his phone to text Eileen instead.
“Yea yea, nerd. You’ll get your own room,” Dean replies, smirking as he realizes who his little brother is texting. Love is in the air, he figures.
Dean reaches his right hand behind the front seat, and holds it out. Without a second passing by, Cas takes it into his own and doesn’t say a word. Dean looks into the rear-view mirror again and takes all of Cas in again. He smiles, and Cas squeezes his hand in response. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s a reminder. A reminder that he’s here, he’s not going anywhere, and Cas loves him.
And Dean knows everything is gonna be alright.
#no one:#me: and he smiles#LMAOAOA#no i will not apologize for all the cursing because it is my full belief that dean curses like a sailor#dean: FUCK#live laugh love dean winchester#supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#spn#deancas#spn fanfic#destiel fic#one shot#cas winchester#fix it fic#spn s15#spn series finale#sam ships it
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What about 65) “I don’t want him/her. I want you.” for Michael? If it sparks your inspiration :)
A/N: I hope you like this!! ♥️ My headcannon is that Michael would be clingy AF in a relationship so that’s why I wrote him as such hehe. Idk if I like the ending 🥴 I was trying to make it low key sensual but I feel like it’s just cringy now so.. there’s your warning lmao. This is a college au!! Reader and Michael (and someone else 😉) are all in college. Please heart or reblog if you enjoyed 🥺🥺 ALSO this is kinda long for a blurb so I apologize lol I don’t think I’m capable of writing anything short honestly.
Today was a really hard day for you. Having two exams in the same day was never easy, even at the best of times. Your interinaratory was filled with running across campus like a mad man trying to get from class to class, and being stuck in the library with the little free time that was spared.
Due to being so busy you were left with absolutely no free time; not even with enough time to eat which put you on edge and made you slightly irritable, since on top of all the stress you were already feeling - you also had the deal with the biting, agonizing, and gnawing pain in your stomach.
But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part of today; the thing that was the most castastrophic about being too busy was the fact that you wouldn’t be able to see your overly clingy boyfriend, Michael.
Being clingy wasn’t necessarily a bad trait; in fact it was one of the things you loved about him. It was endearing really, knowing that he cared about you so much. It just got hard when times like today arose, and you simply didn’t have time to see him.
It’s not like you didn’t warn him, and it’s definetly not like you weren’t texting him at the library when you got the chance - you knew he wouldn’t be able to take not seeing or hearing from you today. You were expecting him to either just show up at the library where you were studying - or to be completely pissed off and completly ghost you tommorow.
You tried to keep your mind off of your boyfriends whereabouts while you flipped through your notes and pratically remained hunched over the desk while you tried to absorb your notes as fast as humanely possible.
However, you weren’t alone. To your left sat one of your friends who happened to be in your class which you had your next exam in. His name was Jim. You two honestly weren’t that close at all but Michael definetly didn’t know that you studied with him, or even talked to him. You could only imagine how jealous he would get if he ever did find out.
Your eyes blinked slowly with fatigue as you continued to hover over your desk. As you finished reading the notes in front of you, you reached over to grab the next sheet of paper; only for your hand to bump into something else - something warm.
Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly as you looked up, and first noticed your hand had bumped into Jim’s. You couldn’t help but give a awkward smile as you quickly retrieved your hand back and quickly swapped out the papers but, just as your eyes flicked down to start studying again - you heard someone clear their voice.
Oh fuck.
Quickly looked back up you noticed just a mere few feet away, was your boyfriend Michael. His face looked mostly neutral, but it was the little details that told you he was beyond furious. The gleam that was held in his eyes; you swore you could see them flicker black for a second but maybe it was just a trick of the light, or perhaps you blinked too fast? It was also the way how he tensed up his shoulders, and his hand that was clutching a paper brown bag (probably filled with food for you, you assumed) was starting to turn white from how hard he was gripping it.
You waited for him to say something; anything, as you two both stared at eachother like a deer caught in headlights. You felt dumbfounded and guilty - you knew you did nothing wrong but yet you felt as if you did as you watched Michael pitifully throw the paper bag toward you on the table and turn around and leave just the way he came.
You knew you didn’t have the time to chase after him but instinctively you pushed your chair back and shot out of your chair. Your heart beating loudly in your chest and tears pricked your eyes.
“Michael”! You quickly called out, entirely forgetting you were in a library until you heard a chorus of people shushing you, and shooting you daggers; one of those said people being your study partner Jim.
You muttered a quick apology as you greedily dragged the paper bag Michael had given you closer to you as you continued to study. You knew that there would be hell to pay for this later, but for now, all you could do was hope that you would atleast pass your next exam.
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The sky was completely pitch black as you approached your dorm, with only dim street lights to guide your way as you had passed through your nearly empty campus.
Typically after a exam and a full day of studying you would be joyous and beyond relieved it was over but.. the uneasy feeling still lingered within you, refusing to leave.
You felt on edge, paranoid, but beyond all else: fucking exhausted. As you entered your dorm building and found your way to your room, you felt bad how you would once again had to brush Michael off. Talking with him could always wait until tommorow, right now you needed to rest, it’s what you deserved really.
Unlocking the door, you opened it and carelessly flipped the light on before walking over and dropping your backpack off by your desk. It wasn’t until you looking over and noticed a pair of feet dangling off your bed, sporting a pair of black shoes that looked chillingly too familiar. Your eyes quickly flicked up as you felt a stab of fear run through you as you came to the realization that there was a intruder in your room. However this fear quickly subsided after your eyes met piercing blue ones.. it was Michael. Even though the rest of him seemed to radiate a sad, gloomy aura his eyes still seemed to shine but, maybe it was because he was on the verge of tears. It was nearly impossible to read him at the best of times.
You stood there, just about a foot in front of him for a moment - at a total loss for words. When you finally did decide to speak, you kept your voice low and soft.
“Michael, why are you here”? You spoke.
If you had given your words a second thought, you would’ve realized how stupid that question was. You knew exactly why he was here, you supposed after all it really wasn’t a dumb question because he was unpredictable. Even though you could guess how he would react, there was no telling what he would say.
The shine you saw in his eyes ealier was now completely gone and he stared at you, now with a look mixed with amusement and a bit of anger.
“Why do you think I’m here”?
His voice seemed suddenly deeper and even though he was your boyfriend; your best friend, the person you spent your most free time with - he was starting to make you feel incredibly uncomfterable in your own home and that was starting to get on your nerves. You just wanted to come home to relax. you didn’t want to end today with a stupid fight with Michael over some boy who meant nothing to you.
“Michael, look I know how things looked ealier but I promise that I don’t even know him. I just needed a study buddy-“ you rambled on absentmindedly, rubbing your eyes as you talked - trying to give him silent, subtle cues that you just wanted to let go of this fight and go to sleep.
Your sure Michael noticed your cues (he was staring right at you; how could he not?) but he chose to ignore them but cutting you off and leaping off your bed, making you automatically take a step back for the fear he might step on your feet.
“Study buddy? Your so naive, Angel. He was totally eye fucking you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice”? His words sounded calm and smooth, but stung nevertheless..
Normally the pet name would make your heart soft but, tonight it just seemed to make your head spin with how quickly Michael seemed to change moods.
Even though you took a step back, he continued to keep walking closer to you and essentially backed you up into the wall that was now pushed up against your back.
He put his hands on the wall, each hand on either side of you so that you couldn’t escape but honestly - feeling his hot breath against your skin, his lips a mere inch from yours, the scent of his skin with a hint of cologne - your not sure you wanted to leave. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise, a new way to relax rather than sleeping.
“Michael, I promise. I don’t want him. I want you”. You said. You curled your hands around his shoulders and gently dug your nails into his skin, something you knew he liked and that would rile him up. You moved your face just a breath closer to him, just enough so that your lips were just ghosting his.
“Please”. It came out as just a whisper. Your not sure what exactly you were saying please to, maybe for him to make the first move? To forgive you? To ravish you and make you forget you had any exams in the first place? Maybe it was all three reasons.
It was uncertain how Michael interpreted your plea, but he definetly responded. All it took was a fraction of a inch for him to move and your lips met, and before you knew it; the memories of taking exams or even knowing a boy named Jim seemed to wash away and fade away and succumb to nothing.
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There was a shock that entered his body as there felt something missing had just returned. Schlatt shot up from the cold metalic surface as he gasped for air as pain racked his entire body. With the feeling of being completely drained washed over him and made his body feel heavy.
Schlatt looked around the room, being completely confused on how he has even gotten here. He looked down at he was laying on, seeing it was a metal table being hung by chains and the room surrounding him being completely made of blackstone.The last thing he remembers is a pain in his chest and the hard floor of the caravan with everyone surrounding him. Schlatt raised a hand up to where his heart is placed as he his eyes soon land on his ex vice standing by a lever, staring back with wide eyes.
Schlatt broke the silence with his hand clutching on his shirt. "What the hell happened? And where the hell am I?" He let out a rough cough. His hand let go of his shirt to rub his neck, freezing a bit after feeling the stitches around his neck.
Quackity had his hand slightly raised over the lever handle as he takes one step forward. Clearly being confused but happy about this outcome. He takes quick steps, pratically jogging closer to the table. "Oh my god it fucking worked!" He let out a small breathless laugh as he stood by the table, holding onto one of the chains that kept it suspended.
Schlatt kept his demeanor, just asking the question again. "What the hell happened and where did you fucking drag me to?" That was more of a demand than an answer.
"Oh-oh yeah, right." Quackity fixed himself to present himself a bit more professionally. "Well, you fucking died and I brought you back to life." He sounded proud of himself, having a chuckle being let out.
Schlatt paused, to try to let it settle. He shook his head, "No, no, you fucking brought me back." He let out a couple of laughs out. "You can't even do that in the first place! You're too fucking dumb for that!" Quackity's smile faltered and his grip on the chains grew tighter. "This has to be some fucking trip. Who the hell drugged me this badly or is this just apart of my eternal punishment?" He laughed at his own joke, barely believing this entire thing happening.
"No, you're back to life, you're back here in the overworld." Quackity was trying to think of a way to prove it, but it was all quite limiting. "You died in the cara-"
"I know I died and I'm happy with it." Schlatt fixed his composer and stopped his laughing. "I fucking dropped dead when I saw everyone betray me and now it's time for to pay for my stupud sins. Didn't expect it to be like this, this is a wierd fucking first ring."
Quackity was a bit confused on what Schlatt was even on about. "No, you're not in hell. You're here." A bit of a laugh managed to slip, an attempt to try to calm down. He stepped back a bit but still held onto the chains. "You're alive and I need your help."
Schlatt rolled his eyes and shifted his body to the opposite edge to lift himself up. His body felt heavy and it was hard to move but he masked it. "Yeah right, you were happy when I died and I don't care about whatever dumb shit Manberg is in."
"L'Manberg is gone, it was blown all away and I don't need that"
Schlatt turned to face Quackity and rested his arms against the table. "And then what's the point? Thats all what you wanted. Besides, I'm dead, I dont want anything to do with this bullshit." He gestured over to the room with his hand then placed it back down.
Quackity started to feel more shifted in place. "You were the one that gotten me here in the first place and I brought you back to help me to get out. You are literally the only one that is able to do that anyways."
Schlatt scoffed. "You're really gonna blame me for all of your problems?" He smiled at the end, viewing that motive holding no weight. "Besides, I'd rather stay dead, I dont want to be here." The smile slowly faded, with anger replacing his cocky behavior.
"Well, you don't have much of a choice." Quackity's smirk returned, "I already told you, I need your...influence on something."
"What influence, Quackity?" Schlatt narrowed his eyes. "You said that Manberg-L'Manberg-or whatever you want to call that shit show, was gone. I have no influence over anything, you're delusional."
"No-no I'm not, I'm not." The more times he repeats himself through breathless laughs and smiles, the more it sounds like Quackity is trying to convince himself. "I'm not delusional, you have influence with your words. Same as me Schlatt, you convinced people to stick with you. You convinced Dream into joining you!"
Schlatt slammed his hands on the metal table. "I want to be fucking dead Alex! Let me fucking be peace, rotting in the ground!"
Quackity flitched back, he fixed himself before yelling back. "And oh fucking well! I brought you back! You don't have a choice, you need to fucking help me!"
Schlatt smiled at the fact that he still has some sort of effect on him. "I can fucking kill myself! I can do it right now! And you won't be able to bring me back." Schlatt started to walk around to meet on the same side as Quackity.
"Oh yes I can and I will." Quackity's confidence grew as his eyes followed Schlatt till he was at the same side as him, just different ends of the table. "I will, Schlatt. Until you fucking help me. I won't stop if you wont."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really." A light grew on Quackity's hand with an axe appearing in hand. "Want to test it? I dont fucking mind killing you."
Schlatt's goat ears lowered but that didnt stop his fake confidence. "Yeah, fucki-!" He was immediately slashed at with the diamond axe.
His body grew heavier as the other swing went towards him.
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Another shock went through his body as Schlatt shot up from the metal table.
"I fucking told you Schlatt." He looked back to Quackity, who was still smiling and was standing by lever again. "You can kill yourself, again and again and again. I'll just bring you back, again and again and again."
Schlatt started to lightly shake, for the first time he actually felt afraid of his ex vice. He can't control this situation at all and definitely can't just try to fight his way out. "What do you even need help with?" His voice was low, can't tell if its out of embrassment, shame or just not wanting to listen.
Quackity's smile grew, satisfied that he was able to get Schlatt to listen for once. "I need you to help me with Dream."
Schlatt nodded a bit to himself before pushing himself off the table. "Yeah, I'll help ya' with Dream." He straighten himself out, with his arms behind his back. A hand rubbing his wrist thats been sewed back to his arm. "What exactly do you need from him."
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Pull Me Out
Paring: Thorin x Reader
Song: Train wreck - James Arthur
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Dealing with depression and mild swearing.
An: This is a request that I got over on Wattpad. I’ve been compiling these stories over there. So let me know if any of you want a link or anything like that!
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My hands tremble along silken sheets. The color so long faded it's impossible to tell what it once was. Prehaps blue. Maybe a deep green? Did it even matter?
It's been days since i've left this bed. I no longer had the energy to move about. Something as simple as geting something to eat became the most difficult of tasks. Even more so than facing Smaug.
I turn beneath the sheets and breath in deeply. Smoke clung to these forgotten halls like a scholar to their books. I don't think I could begin to tell you where this hollow feeling began to come from. It could be any number of things. Traped beneath this blasted mountain that I once dreamed of seeing. That I had glorified so much in my own mind that it tore me apart to see what she is becoming. Maybe it was Thorins compleate and utter lack of faith within our burgler. Within Bilbo. Our friend. To think the he would try to kill the one who saved his life not that long ago.
But, as I think more on it. It's probably Thorin himself. The dwarf that I once sought safety and solace from now becoming my most feared foe. He's no longer the kind hearted King I knew. The man who put the well being of others above his own. Who promised me a life of plenty.
Who promised me a life of love.
What a joke.
Somebody knocks on my door. What's even the point of answering? The door swings open, rusted hinges squealing in protest. Somebody sighs and a plate scraps across the wooden desk on the other side of the room.
"Lass?" So they sent Dwalin this time. I don't answer. Instead choosing to roll over to my side and peer at him from beneath the covers. He shakes his head and walks over to the bed. "You have to eat lassie. Please. " I snort and cover my head. It quickly grows hot beneath the blankets. The bed dips as he sits down. A large hand rests on my shoulders. Heavy and warm even through the blankets. I want to scream at him to go away and to stay at the same time.
"You're worrying us girl." He breaths heavly and shakes my shoulder. "Please. Just. Just eat." The bed shifts as he gets up. His hand with it. I hear him leave and the door slamming shut.
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Dwalin comes out from that room with a million and one worries. Each one worst than the last. A shuddering sigh comes from him as he runs his hand through his beard. Balin is quick to go to his side.
"Well, brother?" Dwalin shakes his head and begins to storm off.
"That poor girl is only getting worse with each passing day. For Mahal's sake! She hasn't ate in almost a week. She hasn't left that blasted room for longer." Balin is almost running to keep up with his brothers longer strides at this point. "She isn't even speaking! Y/n might as well be a dead woman walking." His voice softens as his anger leaves him. Fear filling him as he thinks about one of the few good things The Company has coming to an end.
She had compleatly changed from the happy go lucky thing that they picked up in Hobbiton. A smile for each and every one of them. A listening ear for those who needed to spill their woes. And a steady place to rest for any of them who felt themselves falling in the world. Always ready to make room in her day to make them happy.
Even if it ment giving hers away.
It's time they returned the favour. He knew exactly who to go to, and hopefully, he would be able to pull his own head out of his ass.
Balin looked to Dwalin as they stood before the ornate wooded door. Dwalins usually steady hand shaking as it laid upon it. Waiting to be pushed open.
"Are you sure?" Dwalin grunted and shook his head.
"No. But when has that ever stoped me." With that he pushed the door open and stepped into Thorins' own bed chambers.
The first thing he noticed was how dark it was. A few candles were lit here and there. The fire lit within the hearth. But other than that there was little light to be had. Thorin was sleeping. Not even properly. Still in gilded golden armour and crown. He lay in the center of the bed his feet still firmly planted on the floor.
"Damned fool." Dwalin muttered. So far gone in his own sickness he couldn't find the time to care for himself. He stood right in front of Thorin and after checking there was no sword that he could stick him with, grabbed him by the edge of his armour and pulled him upright. Thorin woke up with a startle yelp and stumbling from the abrubt change from laying to standing.
"What's the meaning of this!" Thorin stumbled backwards. Scowling at Dwalin. Dwalin reached out and grabed his armour once again. Jerking him closer as he all but growled at Thorin.
"You're a damned fool Thorin. A fucking idiot for not seeing what's going on around you." Was he a bit harsh on throwing all the blame on him? Prehaps. Did he care? No. Not really. Not if it ment getting the old Thorin back.
"For the love of Mahal!" Thorin pulled back pulling Dwalin with him as he does so. "What are you going on about Dwalin?" He spat out and grabbed Dwalins wrist. The tattooed dwarf shook his head. The blasted fool.
"Are you so blind in your own desires that you have forgotten the ones you cared so much about?" It was the throne room all over again. Dwalin searched Thorins face for any sense of familiarity. For any sign they would have their king back. And him, his oldest friend.
Thorin shook his head. "I am blinded by nothing. Dwalin." He pulled Dwalin's hand away from his arm with little to no effort. "Now. Go." That was the moment Dwalin pulled his arm back and swung straight at Thorin. Thorin stumbled backwards his hand on his face as he glared at Dwalin. "You-!" He barely even got the one word out.
"You're a daft fucking fool if ye think i'm going to let ye get away with that." His accent thickened in his anger. Calm as it seemed to be. He never raised his voice. Didn't raise another fist as he came to stand before Thorin once again. Foreheads touching one another as he muttered.
"Uzebade*. My brother. The lass is falling apart. Your nephews are terrified and more than half of the Company thinks you to be dying. We are preparing for war, Thorin. We need you. Our king. Our friend. Our family." He pulls away and lays his hand on Thorins shoulder. Eyes glancing over the dark bruise growing along his cheek bone. "More importently though, you have to go talk to y/n. She's pratically wasting away at watching you fall apart. She hasn't eaten in a week. Hasn't left her room for two. And she doesn't speak. Not anymore. After watching what happened with Bilbo. Which, by the way. I am still going to kick your ass for."
Thorin pulled away and looked around the room. Then down to his hands.
"What has become of me, Dwalin?" His eyes fill with tears as he looks up at Dwalin. "What have I done?" Dwalin comes up and takes off the heavy crown on Thorins head.
"Nothing. As long as you pull out of it." Silence.
"Where is the Y/n? Where is my Ghivashel?"
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It's the silence that scared me the most. It felt as if I could get lost in it. Be smothered to death by it. I ball the silken sheets in my hand. Got i'm so pathetic. Why can't I get up and do anything? Why can't I do what I have always done and pave my own way in this world. Why can't I just get over this!
I jump when the door bursts open. Smacking against the wall and clattering back to close.
"Y/n." A deep voice breathes out. Wait. I bolt upright on the bed, Thorin standing at the end of it. Gone is the golden gilded armour I last saw him in. Gone is the jaring crown that seemed to weigh him down. He has his furs back along with the armour that he had worn through this long journey back home. "Oh lass." I could feel my chest growing tight. That all to familar lump forming in my throat as I tried to hold back tears. He rounds the side of the bed and reaches out to me. I jerk back and watch as his face falls. His hand falling uselessly in his lap. This close I could see the bruise cradeling his jaw.
"I know that no matter what I say, that it is up to you to forgive me. To decide if I deserve your forgivness." He gets down on his knees and props his arms up on the bed. "Yet here I am. A fool of a man to begging for it. To ask you to forgive me for what I have done. To you. To the others." I sit at the edge of the bed. Right next to him. Neither of us move for what seems like an enternity.
" I was scared. You know that?" My own voice surprises me. Hoarse from the lack of use. Thorin got up and sat next to me. Hand upon my knee. "I was terrified that you were actually going to kill Bilbo. Scared that I. That we would never get you back." The tears fall slowly. One by one. Falling from my lashes and onto my clasped hands on my lap. "Thorin." I look up at him. "I was petrified that I was going to lose you. I know that you were sick. Cursed by deep in your blood. " I bring my hand up to his face. Fingers sofly trailing along his bruised cheek before cradling his face in my hands. His beard scratched at the soft palms of my hands. He seemed to melt into it. Eyes closing as he brought his own hands up to engulf mine.
"But considering that you were not all there. I find it easier to find forgivness within me. For, it any one deserves it, it is you. Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. And king under the mountain." Tears betray the smile forming on his face.
"I do not deserve it." His voice is quiet. Soft. Scared. I could feel myself shaking as I got up to wrap my arms around him. One hand going to hair the other resting at his back. Despite his words he holds me tightly. Muscled arms circling around my waist as he burries his head into the crook of my neck. I shiver as his hot breathe fans over exposed skin.
"It is up to me, Thorin, to decide if you are worth such forgivness. And you do. So, I forgive you." I squeal as im suddenly thrown backwards. My head bounceing against the matress. Thorin hovers above me. His face just above mine.
"I don't deserve it. I don't think I ever will. I have done to much and said to little. There is blood on my hands that I don't think I can ever wash off. Amarlime." His lips touch mine for but a moment before peppering along my face. At the corners of my mouth and along my jaw. They trail down my neck and onto my shoulder.
"Then let me help you. Just as how you have helped me. And we can wash it off together." We both sit up. Embraced in one anothers arms. He gives me another kiss. This one deep and full of fire. Lighting something up deep inside of me.
"Come. Lets get you some food. And then I can show you the hot springs beneath Erebor." I snort.
"Are you saying I smell?" He laughs.
"No. I'm saying I do and we both need to take care of one another. Pull each other out before we fall in to deep." He kisses me once more. "We still have a sanctum. A home. And it's not to late to build it back."
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some of explaining my style and some of my own mental health
Skill´s to imrove:i need to improve my skills in the lineart becouse i want to make it more thin and look porsinal and so it doesn`t look so bad or i can feel conforable showing to people in school or my family and i try to draw my own human way of bodie´s.
Shading is ok but i would i like get it looking much better and it shows what my charather is about and are as a person if they where real.
If i want to learn to find more good base colours so it actually fit but not so bad and i also need to make better charather designs so if someone else gonna draw so it easy for the people who know to animate can animate it if i´m gonna make my own anime like i can charather design and draw and i love to write very much so i don´t mind to learn more about charather design becouse it gonna maybe turn into my job or i wish it will become a part of my job but i also like to get insparation from other people who work with charather design and sometimes to follow my acount and i be like no you much better than how dare you be so good.
I also want to make my own comic but i make it by myself and not letting other do the comic i just make the charather´s in my style and try make the comic make sense becouse im very naive and stupid.
If im gonna make like a hybrid i really want it to look good but not so bad like i want to learn how to draw fur.
What i´m want to work as:i want to work with graphic design and other stuff like writting is i skill i need to know and learn becouse i want to maybe become a writer but i think i was so many interest so i maybe have mimium of five job´s maybe i am tressin myself out but it also becouse i love to work and i may also turn into a burn out twice but i still make money.
I´m not gretty when comes to work but i also have greed for succied and not open myself up but i am open minded but with fellings not at all.
But i also like to make other people suffer what they did but it`s only they say i should stop and i asked them to and say no they didn`t i will make them just suffer in the most the pain other fell.
I also would love to pratice digital art and i also love improv my skills.
What outfit to i want try draw:i want to draw like my own gacha outfit with some more editals that i really want in there show more that i may be that type person who doesn´t line up with the sexual and romantic oritation like the romantic bi,pan or onmi while the sexual near the greysexual spectrum and the specturm differend acesexual even i say im a demisexual but also a lesbain becouse i like other girl´s but i think more romantic than sexual becouse my acesexuality is pretty high becouse people think im sexual bu im not i like to have a relitionship just romanticly.
I also loved to be myself and not care what people think about me even it can hit my mental health very badly after few day´s but i always had freind´s who helped me still have a good mental health.
And when parent make rules for their children and they not don´t even follow their own rules i get that becouse my parent´s are like that to but i get always mad at them but they say they don´t to that or i just miss earing it well no im have perfect clear earing so i don´t ear wrong they can just say i do they just need to redeem well it it doesn´t i still want them in my life even it´´s not my parent´s i rather to i have be alone than working or talking with them so when i be alone i work much faster and i make alot of my own brain storm.
I can also relate almost everyone that you know in real life the gas light you all the time it´s just hurt´s and you start to feel guilty you get trust issues and i never liked how it fell´s when i cry i rather run to the bathroom or a room i can be alone so i work and fell good so i can fell better and some times like now i may gonna go to the bathroom and tear up but feel happier after ward and i may not eat but i feel either way i gonna fell better afterward like tomorrow.
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