#well some parts other are like woosh | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-californicationist · 6 months

Text

he lets you watch

When you overhear Captain Price watching porn in his office, you decide to turn his fantasies into a reality.

Link to AO3

MDNI/18+

TW: femdom, gagging, one slap

You were working late. Again. It was the most frustrating part of any operation: recon review. All the footage collected from all the soldiers’ body cams had to be reviewed and documented. Any dialogue? Syntactically tagged. Any shots fired? Counted. Any kills? Confirmed. You were glad to help the team, but this stage of discovery was dreadfully boring.

Even worse, your new-found crush on your captain was driving you insane. To be honest, you’d had your eye on him for a while. There was something about a man in charge, but it was when this last set of footage came through that you really went off the deep end.

Price had gone with Gaz into a warehouse that was suspected of housing enemy munitions, and the captain had uncovered crates and crates of target-marking spray paint. Huge canisters that attached to the bottoms of planes were all stuck in little rows, lined up and ready to use.

Unfortunately for the captain, one of the canisters was propped open on the top of its box, and when he lifted the lid, he got covered in red dye. You watched it explode, covering the camera, and then when it reconnected, there he was. Shirtless. Down to his boxer briefs. Wiping red dye off of himself with his clothes. Gaz had brought a full kit, so Price was changing out, hoping to stay covert and camouflaged in the clean gear. Couldn’t well be a glowing red dot while trying to escape enemy territory.

His chest was broad and full of dense, dark hair, laying flat like soft fur, untrimmed and natural. His beard was streaked red, and half his face was painted, making him look like an ancient Celt, ready for brutal highland battles and bedding willing lassies. He was frustrated by his accident, so all of his movements were sharp and aggressive, his muscles raging and wrestling against his skin. Then, he moved closer to the camera, and the bulge in his underwear became glaringly apparent.

Hung. Thick. Not so long that it was out of place, but heavy. His cock was imposing, and when he readjusted himself, you could see how dense the muscle really was. You couldn’t help but pause the film, staring, in glorious 4k. You nearly had to wipe the drool from your mouth.

Price looked so confident here. He was always self-assured, but sometimes, when you spoke with him, there was something that he was holding back. Some shyness perhaps, maybe just a reserved nature, but not here. Not in his livid rage, he was like a wounded beast - angry and virile. Full of righteous energy. It made you imagine making him come undone in other ways, in the ways a woman was meant to make a beast like that come apart at the seams. Ripping the constricting threads and freeing the hulking creature looming within.

Now, he was sitting in his office, right next to yours, and he’d started watching footage of his own. Or, at least, you thought that he was watching the cams…until you heard a woman’s salacious moan penetrate the thin wall between you.

Your eyes grew wide, and your breath caught in your chest. You sat in the silence of your office, hearing your heart pound in your ears. You waited to hear it again, just to be sure.

Then, a very quiet,

“You wanna come?”

You let out the breath you’d been holding. It wooshed from you like a wave crashing against miles and miles of sand.

Something snapped, some darkness possessed you. You found yourself standing, walking toward the door to his office. It was so late, everyone else had turned in. Just you and him in the west hall of the base awake. He never slept, it seemed. A night owl like you.

You opened his door without knocking. You’d never done that before, and objectively, it was a truly insane choice.

In your mind, his hand had lingered when he took his cup of coffee from your hands. In your imagination, he’d cocked a sly smile when you made a joke, just between you and him. You thought you’d seen him checking out your ass in the gym. But, you didn’t have any real proof.

Popping open his door was the equivalent of pulling the trigger on a bazooka.

He stood, caught like a fox in a snare, his chair clattering as you came into the room and shut the door behind you quickly.

“Sergeant, uh,” he recovered, “What happened?”

“Captain.”

It was a full sentence. And, it was all you had. You were finished.

The video was still playing. The lurid slapping of skin on skin. Her over-acted moans, his ritual panting. Every few seconds, you counted three, there was another soft,

“You like that, daddy?”

You smiled. He turned red, just like he’d been painted again.

“Sergeant, I was just…”

He paused the movie. Then, with his body, with the hand roughly rubbing down his face, with the palm tightly covering his mouth, he said a million other words. He was still pink with shame, and then he laughed,

“Yeah, no. I was ‘bout to have a wank. Not sure why I was trying to make you believe otherwise, love. Sorry. It’s too loud?”

You smiled wider. His genuine honesty was so smooth and effortless. A thief caught with his hands in the cookie jar, begging you to punish him for it.

“No,” you shook your head, “Just wanted to see what you were watching.”

He didn’t register what you said at first, still staring down at his boots. Then, realization washed over him and he looked up at you, eyes shining, brows arched.

“Oh? That so?”

You nodded,

“Let me see what’s got you up so late.”

The captain rubbed a big, calloused hand across his mouth, smoothing his beard, a bit nervous. Then, he pulled a chair around and motioned for you to sit beside him. You sat. He sat. He hit play.

A woman was straddling a man, both of them hairless and slick like brand new Barbie dolls, spray-tan orange and bleach-blond hair. Americans. She was riding his larger than average dick slowly, deliberately slow, edging him with her pussy. She had a hand around his throat, grasping his jaw tightly, pushing his head back. He was tied to the chair, straining against it, clearly desperate as he writhed beneath her, fighting his restraints.

“Please, baby. Please, let me come?” He begged.

“You wanna come, daddy?” She teased.

“Yeah, can I come?” He begged.

“Ah-ah! I don’t think so…” She teased.

Begging. Teasing. Begging. Teasing. A vicious, uncontrollable cycle of cruelty on her part, always pulling the proverbial carrot farther and farther from his snapping jaws.

You turned to Price who was watching, rapt. He noticed you staring at him. Before he turned to face you, he smiled, sighing,

“Sometimes, when you’re the one barking orders all day, it’d be nice to turn your head off and follow someone else’s for a change.”

“You could follow my orders,” some psychotic part of you spoke.

He gripped the side of the chair, his once-relaxed hands now making the cheap aluminum frame creak and pop.

“What’d you say, Sergeant?”

“You heard me, Captain,” you didn’t know if you should call an exorcist or what. Who was this version of yourself and how quickly was she going to get you court martialed?

“You think you can order me around?”

You leaned in, close enough to smell the tobacco on his breath, Cuban cigars leaving earthy notes of vanilla and licorice behind. You whispered,

“I know I can.”

He breathed out, his exhale caressing your lips, threatening to kiss you.

You didn’t move. Not a muscle. You locked eyes with him,

“Sit on your hands, Captain.”

“Sergeant,” he tried to kiss you, but you pulled away quickly.

Part of your body screamed at you, wondering why you’d avoid his advances, but your mind knew what he wanted. He needed to lose control. For a man like Price to lose it, it must be taken from him. Forcibly.

“I said sit... on... them,” you sneered, making yourself larger by standing over him, placing your hands on his thighs to press into his skin.

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, patronizing and light-hearted. It made you want to break him of that habit. Of thinking you were just his sergeant. Just the girl who brought him coffee. Just his gym buddy.

He still hadn’t complied, chuckling to himself. Out of no where, you straight up fucking slapped him. Hard. Right across the jaw. Grabbing him by the collar,

“Sit on your fucking hands, soldier. That’s an order,” you barked.

He sat on his hands, staring at you like you had doused yourself in gasoline and caught yourself on fire, in awe.

You pushed his chair back until you had room to move in front of him, and you began peeling off your clothes, one by one. Your shirt, your cargos, your bra, your panties; they all ended up on the floor, leaving you naked and touching yourself lazily, letting your hands wander.

He moved to lift his hands off his seat, wanting to touch, so you backed away from him. It was a warning: move and this ends. Follow my orders, and I’ll stay. He settled back down.

“You know, I should punish you for slapping me, Sergeant. That’s insubordination,” he chided, trying to regain control of the situation.

You took your panties off the ground and found the wet stain he’d caused, showing it to him coyly, like you’d picked up a pretty shell from the beach. It gleamed in the light of his desk lamp. Then, you walked over to him, swaying your hips, and bent down as if to kiss him.

As he opened his mouth to kiss you back, you pushed your panties into it, past his teeth, clutching at his jaw with the other hand as roughly as you could, knowing you couldn’t hurt him. You shushed his surprised noises, putting a finger to his lip,

“Shh, Captain. That’s enough. You’re not in charge anymore, are you?”

He furrowed his brow as if he would fight back, as if he would remove his hands and teach you a lesson. Then, as he tasted you on his tongue, he realized that you were offering prizes for obedience. He would reap the rewards, if he was willing to play along. His face softened, and he shook his head no.

“Good boy,” you whispered.

You kissed his mouth, awkwardly, since it was full of your wet panties, there was little he could do except experience your kisses. He reacted as if he wanted to kiss you back, and as you moved to kiss his jawline, he moaned.

Price’s moans were rumbling and deep, long and low like a bull elephant’s roar. You wanted to drag that noise out of him again. Your hand found his belt buckle, and you rugged at it, willing it to loosen. As you kissed his neck, you drug down his zipper and freed his cock from the fabric.

The captain was not soft. If anything, he was harder than he should’ve been for a little teasing and some neck kisses. You decided to use that to his disadvantage,

“My, my, my. Someone’s eager…”

You tugged up and down with length in a long, languid massage, feeling how his foreskin slipped over the head and down the shaft, smooth and supple. He was hairy around the root of his cock, just as you’d hoped, and after seeing the video of him covered in paint, you wished you could strip him down and run your fingernails through his chest hair, delicately scratching his skin and peaked nipples.

For now, you spit on his cockhead, using it as lube as you rubbed him. He threw his head back in ecstasy. You removed your hand. He snapped back to attention, staring at you a bit desperate for relief.

You giggled,

“Is this for me, or for her?”

Pointing over your shoulder, you motioned to the paused video. You took your hand away, feigning hurt feelings.

His body arched toward you, missing your touch, and he shook his head, trying to say something.

“For her? How disappointing,” you pouted, playing with the head of his cock with one finger, drawing circles around the edge.

Price was saying something muffled through the fabric of your panties, shaking his head, scooting his chair closer with a quick thrust of his hips, making his cock flag from the jolting movement.

“You know,” you whispered, drawing him in with your quiet tone, “if this was for me, I’d really be looking forward to feeling it inside of me.”

“Mmm. Mm, mm!” He tried to correct you, his shoulders straining as he pulled them forward, struggling against his self-imposed restraint.

“Oh?” You caressed his face, rubbing your hand through his soft beard, feeling the stubble on his chin, “It is for me after all?”

“Mm hm,” he nodded, leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes hooded with relief.

You could tell he was enjoying the game. You were enjoying it, too. You could feel how wet you were, watching him gaze at your shining folds hungry. Impatient.

“In that case…” you straddled him, planting your knees on either side of his hips, trapping his cock between you both. His body felt warm, and his breathing was labored.

You rubbed your wetness up and down his shaft, spreading yourself along his length, making wet little sounds as you smeared him until he was slippery.

Carefully, you moved his head into your eager pussy, your walls pounding for him like a heartbeat. Then, you held his throat with your hand, forcing him to look at you.

“You don’t get to come until I tell you to. Do you understand, soldier?”

“Mm, hm,” he nodded, rolling in the ecstasy of your tight cunt.

“Good, boy.”

#captain john price #captain price #john price #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #captain price x reader #captain price x you #cod

632 notes · View notes

comatosebunny09 · 3 months

Text

He’s exhausted.

Of that much, you are sure. His languid suckling on your neck serves as a gauge for it.

“It must be hard running Hotel Transylvania in the Underdark,” you muse from your side. There’s humor tinging your voice, mingled with the crisp flipping of a page.

Exasperation lives in his once he reluctantly retracts his fangs. “I swear, if I have to pull another spawn off a gnome, I will spear them all on pikes.”

“Awful ‘Vlad the Impaler’ of you.”

Astarion snorts, the cool rush of it tickling your damp skin. “Gods below. One could only dream of being that demented.”

“Yeah, well. We both know you love the others too much to hurt them.”

“Mm, I beg to differ.”

Astarion hums, and you feel it spool in your stomach. Affectionately, he noses the outer shell of your ear. Electricity shoots like pins and needles to the crease of your thighs when he nips you. And the little jolt your body gives draws a husky chuckle from him.

You find the contents of your book no longer interesting; your attention is diverted to the hand on your hipbone.

Astarion drifts in and out of sleep, waking every so often to suckle on your neck like a sleepy newborn.

At some point, you awaken to him rutting against you.

“Astarion.” Your voice holds an edge to it—a warning.

“What?” You can practically hear the pout taking residence in his voice. “It’s been ages since I’ve last felt you.”

He mouths the curve of your shoulder whilst an artful hand bunches up your nightshirt, seeking the supple glide of your hip beneath.

You snort, snapping your book shut. Shift the slightest to cast him a humored look over your shoulder. “Ages? Ages, Astarion? You mean just last night?”

“Ages,” he solidifies into the space behind your ear. Goosebumps ignite in the wake of his breath cooling your skin. “A day without your body cradled to mine feels like an eternity, my love.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. Can you really fault him? Time moves differently here in the Underdark—if it moves at all. The absence of the sun has thrown your circadian clock entirely off-kilter. For all you know, he may very well have suffered eons without you.

“Please,” croons Astarion, trailing wet kisses down your nape. His hand continues on an excursion southward, kneading the fat of your thigh. It craters between his fingers as he squeezes the inner slope of it, and you bite your lip to ward off a growl. “I only need a taste.”

Somehow, you doubt that. It’s never just a taste with your love, now is it? But his begging is enough to coax a resigned sigh from your lips. Surely, you’ll regret this later.

“Fine,” you relent after tucking your novel beneath the pillow.

You yip as the world pivots and wooshes, and suddenly, you are on your back. You giggle as he climbs overtop you. Have all of five seconds to catch the boyish gleam of his eyes before he dives in to sample the skin of your throat.

Instinctively, you bury ten fingers in curls of white. And how sweet your voice sounds, pinched from your lungs in a whimper as you feel the searing graze of his fangs on your neck. Your breath hitched in anticipation; every nerve in your body trained on him. However, the prick of his fangs never comes.

Instead, they continue their journey southward, past your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, towards your navel…

How prettily you arch against him, a sultry laugh parting your lips.

He disappears between your legs, tenderly kissing your thighs, dragging his lips toward the folds of your labia. Each kiss he delivers makes your hips twitch delightfully, seeking the wet contact of his mouth like a beacon.

He groans something pleased between your legs, kissing your lower lips before his tongue parts your labia in wet, languid strokes.

Instinctively, your hands fly to his hair. Your lip snags between your teeth as you bite them against a smile. You arch your body into him. He groans appreciatively, anchoring your hips down to the bed. The lewd, wet sounds he makes between your legs make you flutter.

“Delicious,” he hums between each stroke of his tongue. A supplication to the Gods for supplying him such a grand feast.

#astarion x you #astarion smut #astarion x female reader

140 notes · View notes

leviathanspain · 11 months

Note

i just saw your guidelines , thank you!! sorry it flew right over my head, i appreciate you for directing me to the page when you responded :D

i have two ideas but you may choose which one interests you the most!! thank you again so much, i love your writing <3

would like a kylo ren x reader please, pronouns can be whatever you'd like but i prefer she/her. the point of view is up to you! i prefer second but i think you prefer third and/or first and i don't mind either or!

the first idea is kylo and y/n have been together for two years but it was kept within the first order and not public because kylo knew people (like the resistance) might use it against him. maybe during a fight between the first order and the resistance on a planet, y/n would get kidnapped by the resistance. this was finn's idea because he knows kylo has a significant other. what the resistance does with y/n is up to you, whether it be to lead kylo into some sort of trap, or to get information out of her, a mix of both... it's all up to you! finn knows that she's his only weakness. eventually kylo will save her. bonus points if she's in rough shape and in bad physical condition. kylo gets really upset because he thinks he’s doing a bad job keeping her safe and that he failed to protect her. angsty , self-loathing kylo but y/n trying to make him feel better.

the other idea has a bit of angst aspects as well but less action. it’s been about half a year or maybe even a year of kylo and y/n dating. everyone knows of his anger issues and tantrums. not even stormtroopers will want to be within 10 feet of him when he’s having an “episode”. the only person who would go up to him is y/n. one time kylo was so upset that he didn’t think before acting. when y/n went to calm him down he hurt her. nothing too physically harming , it hurt more emotionally than it did physically. maybe he yelled at her a lot and said things he didn’t mean , he could do anything. then she gets super upset and runs off to their shared quarters. he ends up finding her crying.

he’s never seen her cry or show weakness before.

you can pick one of the two!! thank you so much again and please , if these topics aren’t interesting , please tell me <3

stargirl

kylo ren x reader

synopsis: in your captivity, all you can think about is him, in love and in hate

a/n: anything in italics is a past memory, and i just combined the two into one, so i hope you like it!!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

you had wondered when you’d be interrogated. it was inevitable, you had been through enough war and fighting to know that whenever someone was kidnapped and held captive, they would be interrogated.

you had done it before, multiple times.

you couldn’t say that you hated it. the only dark part of your morality let you love what you’ve done. of course, having the pleased eye of kylo ren staring at you was also the encouragement you needed whenever you felt doubts.

the door had opened unexpectedly, you could hear the woosh, and immediately you closed your eyes in anger, “what is it?” you heard the footsteps of heavy boots, most likely a trooper or a knight.

you turned around and saw the opposing figure of one of the knights of ren. you raised your eyebrow and the knight cleared their throat, “master ren has been acting strange,” again they cleared their throat, anxiety waved off of them, “he’s been..” they trailed off and you inhaled slightly.

the knight exhaled, their shoulders dropping with relief at your reaction. this was nothing new. kylo had his fits of rage or tantrums where he was practically inconsolable.

after working with him so closely and developing more than just a friendship, you were well versed in the game of calming down kylo.

you waved the knight away, “i will be right there.” the knight nodded, gave a respectful bow and walked off.

there was a loud slam against your cell that awoke you. the pathetic excuse for a blanket fell of your shoulders as you sat up, wiping your eyes as you heard the cell door creak open, “let’s go.” a hand came up to your arms and pulled you up onto your feet. you would protest, but you stayed silent, keeping a calm face. but the man’s fingers dug into your arm, making it hard for you not to cry out.

you were hauled out of the cell and practically dragged to another room, nearly as small as the cell, you were pushed inside, made to sit at one of the only two chairs in the room.

you looked around, there was no sign of the rest of the resistance members. perhaps they were hiding their prisoners away from the others, obviously on purpo-

“you can stop trying to figure out where everyone else is.” he was tall, a younger looking man, his face whispered familiarity.

he pulled the chair out opposite of yours and sat down carefully, his eyes grazing over your face. you looked at him, not willing to break eye contact.

he smiled hard, almost menacingly, “isn’t this odd? we’ve met, many times before..i know you, but you don’t know me..” he trailed off, “y/n.”

your name peeked your attention. hardly anyone outside of the order knew your first name. only kylo, a few officers, and the knights knew your true name. but you were always referred to as iza’re, or iza’re ren.

you narrowed your eyes at the man, “get to the point. what do you want from the first order?” you were getting bored, and if this is how it’s going to be, you needed to cut it short.

“you don’t know who i am?” the man looked surprised to see you so nonchalant. as if your true name was supposed to be the key to everything.

you shrugged again, leaning your elbows on the table, you got close to his face, “you say that like i’m supposed to care. i won’t repeat myself again,” you hissed, “what do you want from the first order?”

“get out. all of you!” kylo ren’s anger exhibited itself in his voice, a large hand outstretched itself towards the door, the metal door heaved open with the force and the rest of the troopers filed out, quickly as can be.

fn-2187 stared at kylo ren. even under his mask, he could just imagine his expression. fn-2187 knew that the moment you had walked in, that this wasn’t going to end well.

he followed the rest of the troopers out to the hallway. there was a large window that allowed people to see in, and fn-2187 had walked slow so that he could end up in front of the window.

“you need to calm down.” you had been talking to kylo through the force the entire way here. he was being stubborn, unresponsive to your usual tactics, you realized that maybe this wouldn’t be like other times.

“kylo.” you called his name, his back was turned to you and you were dying in the silence.

“why can’t you ever just stay out of it?” kylo turned around on his heel, the dark fabric of his cape followed him, and he began to stalk towards you, “hmm? why do you always think that you can save the day? you’re pathetic. a pathetic excuse for a force user, a pathetic excuse for a soldier of the first order..” he listed off all your weaknesses in a cruel list, “i cant stand to look at you. you make me fucking sick.” he had stopped you cold against the wall. even just arms length away from you, you could feel the rage, feel the truth to his feelings radiate off of him.

you wanted to cry. right then and there, you wanted to ball yourself up and sob on the floor.

but you scrunched your face slightly, as if not to lose the nerve, “find me when you’re done being an asshole.” you didn’t even look at him as you stalked past him, glancing at the open window towards the troopers, who were all facing away from the window.

except for one.

“what do you mean you ‘think’? we’ve been holding her for days and you’ve been in there for hours, and that’s what you’ve come up with?” poe had been overseeing the interrogation, and it was clear that it was going nowhere.

“threatening to blow up starkiller base would get us somewhere if we actually could.” poe rubbed his face, the feeling of a headache was coming on.

“why can’t we?” finn stared at poe, and poe laughed, realizing that finn was being serious.

“are you sure it’s her? it couldn’t be someone else? another trooper, perhaps?” poe looked at finn, who sighed, “she’s the only one i’ve ever seen that close to ren. it’s gotta be her.”

kylo hadn’t thought to apologize. but you had been ignoring him for days, even going as far as having stormtroopers deliver messages.

he had had enough when he had tried to talk to you through the force, and felt nothing in response.

“are you done?” the sound of the metal door opening had you turning your neck to see kylo ren, helmet off, hair dishelved, stalking in.

he set his helmet down on your dining table and kicked his shoes off, “i asked you something.” he stared down at you, his eyes searching you for something back.

“really?” you come in here after the way you talked to me a few days ago and expect us to be fine?” you looked up from your data log and stood up, “you yelled at me, tore me apart, called me pathetic many times over-“

“i’m sorry.” kylo interrupted you, and his face softened. this was utterly unlike him.

“what?” your own voice sounded distant and you blinked. a hand flew to your chest to feel the beating heart inside, “did you just-“

“yes. i am sorry.” kylo walked over to you, and watched as your face broke, tears spilling as you walked into his arms.

silence and the sounds of your sniffles filled the room. all that you ever wanted from him was an apology, and he had finally done it.

“i swear to you,” kylo broke the silence, the quiet was drowned out by his husky voice, “that i will never do that to you again.”

“and you caught them..?” poe’s eyebrows knitted together with confusion. his pilot uniform jacket hung on the chair beside him, as he paced the room, “let’s rewind,”

finn nodded, and poe sighed, “you were sent down to give her a message,”

“it had something to do with the knights.” finn had tried to remember what exactly the message was about but it had been nearly two years since then.

“and instead kylo ren answered the door?” poe repeated the events and finn nodded. “are you sure it wasn’t his quarters and you’re just an idiot?”

finn’s expression fell and he rolled his eyes, “stormtroopers are supposed to know. it was her quarters, her name was in a blazing plaque outside the door.”

a knock at the door had interrupted you. kylo had stripped off his clothes, leaving only the thick black sweatpants on, but even then, they hung dangerously low on him.

you, on the other hand, barely had anything on.

“fuck.” you cursed, and stuffed whatever shirt you could find off the floor. just by the scent of it, you knew it was kylo’s, but you still shrugged it on. you got off the bed, trying to find some shoes but kylo grabbed your arm, “i’ll get it.”

he was already getting up, and even with your protests, it was too late.

“master ren!” the robotic voice of a trooper met your ears and you cringed. troopers talked, and this was definitely something to talk about. there was an exchange of words between the trooper and kylo, until finally, “you are dismissed, fn-2187.”

“that’s kind of hot, no?” poe had been staring a little too long at the wall, clearly imagining what finn had described.

finn’s face turned into a picture of disgust, “there is something wrong with you.”

“iza’re to starkiller base. iza’re to base, does anyone copy?” you were falling, and fast.

the resistance had been chasing you for almost an hour. you had tried to lose them in some astroid graveyard but they were on your ass, until they shot your ship.

“fuck! someone! iza’re to base!” your hands clutched at the controls as you felt your chest rise and fall with fear.

kylo was right. you should have never gone off alone.

“kylo! im just off the astroid chunks by naboo.” just as you had finished telling your location, the ships power shut off, and you felt yourself blackout as the ship began to fall harder.

kylo had them playback your voice. over and over again.

the fear in your voice had been seared into his mind for days. he had tried to reach you over the force but was met with nothing. the usual thrum of your power would at least let him know you were alive. but he felt sick when he felt nothing.

“and no one heard this until when?” kylo looked around at the table filled with officers and military personnel. they all had this look of stupidity on their faces that made kylo want to knock them all out cold.

“this morning-“ a staff spoke up, “we believe she was taken by the resistance.”

kylo’s hands smashed against the table, “this morning?! find her!” he yelled at the officers. he raised his hands and suddenly they were all clutching at their throats, “find her now or i will murder every single one of you until someone does.”

“she’s loyal.” rey had observed, watching you through the glass, she wondered if you could see them all, gawking at you.

“of course she is. she’s sleeping with the supreme leader of the first order.” poe commented, rolling his eyes slightly, “i say we just lie.”

finn turned towards poe, “didn’t you just say that we shouldn’t lie? you got all mad-“

poe shrugged, “i was a different person then. say that ren is dead, and the first order is ashes-“

“oh like she’ll believe that-“ finn replied sarcastically. he had his hands on his hips and stared at you.

you were looking off into the distance, totally unaware of them on the other side staring at you.

“she’ll know. you said she’s a force user, correct?” rey peered at you and finn nodded, “yes. why?”

“she’ll know we’re lying. she probably also knows that we can see her,” you turned suddenly, meeting their eyes, “-right through this glass..” rey trailed off, and poe whistled lowly.

“wow. this is embarrassing…” poe laughed nervously. finn laughed, patting his friends shoulder as he walked off.

kylo was close. he hadn’t realized until now that it was the distance muffling your power. he could feel you, a quiet thrum in his head, he knew you were close.

“kill anything and everyone. i don’t care- just get her out alive.” his instructions were incredibly clear to the knights and troopers. he wanted you more than he wanted the resistance gone.

“so..” he had been trying to get you to talk for almost thirty minutes now. unlike his friend, this one seemed to be a little dull. “what’s between you and ren?”

you raised your head, and narrowed your gaze, “you mean my superior, the supreme leader kylo ren?” you were so serious that poe had to think about it before nodding weakly.

“nothing. bring me the trooper. fn-2187, is it? at least he knew what kind of questions to ask..” you waved a hand, dismissively towards the man and turned away, hoping he would leave.

“oh my god.” poe let the words escape as he shut the door behind him, “i don’t know what he sees in her-“ he looked at finn, “she’s asking for you. like specifically for you.” he raised his eyebrows at finn, who laughed in shock.

rey looked at the men, “don’t tell me you’re going to go in there.” she held up a hand to finn and he shrugged, “what else should we do?”

rey sighed, “give her up? she’s clearly nobody to ren, maybe finn was wrong.”

kylo ren had blown up half of the resistance base. he had felt nothing as he did so, and nothing more as he stepped off his ship, and hauled ass to wherever the hell you were.

he tried to use his own force powers to try and locate you, cutting down anyone that tried to fight him.

but it was worth nothing. nothing drove kylo ren more than you, and he would find you even if it killed him.

the argument between poe and finn had barely lasted before the emergency alarm had gone off. shouts echoed down the hall and they all began to run.

troopers were all over the place, blasters were shooting at everyone and they knew this was kylo.

“maybe finn was right..” rey looked at the men with a sheepish smile, and finn rolled his eyes, “get down!” he shouted at rey, who just barely ducked the blast that was shot towards her.

“if it’s him then shouldn’t someone go fend him off?” finn stared at poe and rey, as if waiting for one of them to volunteer.

poe shrugged, “i don’t think she’s worth it. barely talked.” finn didn’t even bother arguing when rey began to agree.

you could hear the sounds of a fight through the door. you couldn’t see through the glass window, but you could just imagine it.

the door opened and you half expected to see one of the two guys who had been interrogating you. but instead there he was.

wearing his usual all black, kylo cut down the room and immediately opened his arms, pulling you into them. “y/n..oh y/n.” there was a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around him.

you were crying.

this entire time you had forced yourself not to cry, not to show emotion. perhaps you had saved it for this moment. “kylo.” his name rolled off your tongue, “im sorry.”

kylo shook his head, “don’t. it’s all my fault. i should’ve just gone out there with you.” he scolded himself, shaking his head as he thought back to what he could’ve done.

“no. don’t. you always do that, you take responsibility for a decision i made.” you hugged him even tighter, “don’t. okay. just don’t.”

kylo didn’t even protest, he just held you all the more tighter in his arms.

352 notes · View notes

gaybananabread · 5 months

Note

AHHH, ok ok. This is my first time like ordering anything so I’m nervous asf. But I’d like oranges, grapes and cherries with Ler!Jax and Lee!Pomni. Obv everything platonic, and like, go nuts with the plot. (Idk if this is worth mentioning pero I have this silly little headcannon that Pomni squeaks like a squeaky toy when squeezed so like, IF YOU WANT, you can add that.)

IF YOU DONT DO THIS ONE ITS OKK, I rly enjoy your writing and hope you have a great day/ night, tyy <33

Fruit(s): Oranges, Grapes, Cherries

Aww thank you Anon! You’re all good, and love that Pomni would absolutely become a dog toy (¬‿¬). Jax is definitely interesting to write for, and I like playing around with his asshole-ness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Jax

Summary: Pomni is still getting used to the circus, anxious and uneasy in the new environment. Jax tries to help out, though he does it in his own annoying way.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In the circus tent, small NPCs ran wild, knocking things over and babbling nonsense. They were like the Gloinks, but so much worse. Caine had dipped on them once again, leaving the characters to fend for themselves. Zooble peaced out, but the others were stuck with them.

It took nearly the whole day, but they had managed to contain the little monsters until Caine came back to woosh them away. For most of the characters, it was weirdly routine. For the newest arrival, however, it was more than off-putting. Pomni just felt…out of place in the digital world. She wandered around the tent, trying to calm herself down.

Jax was walking around, trying to find something to do. He would have messed with Ragatha, but her and Gangle were having some kind of “girl’s day.” Ugh…he wanted no part of it.

Just as he was considering going to explore the forbidden rooms, he heard the faint jingling of bells. Pomni must’ve been “exploring” the grounds again. While she wasn’t his usual target, the jester would probably keep him entertained until something else happened.

The smug and confident smirk he always wore shrank as he approached her. Pomni looked so…so tired. Tired and way too wound up. Still, he sauntered over, trying to gauge just how upset she was. “Hey, newbie. You sane after that horror show?”

Pomni flinched at his voice, taking a second to register what he said; she’d been spacing out for most of the day. “U-uhm…yes? Why?”

He rolled his eyes, trying to act as aloof as possible. “Really? ‘S just that ya look like you’re about to fall apart. Hey, you think that’s possible here?” Jax cared about how she was doing, but he had an image and a rep in the circus. No way he was jeopardizing that.

“Shut up, Jax…” She turned away from him, rubbing her arm and looking down. The girl felt crummy enough; she didn’t have the energy to deal with his junk.

He chuckled, leaning down and getting eye-level with her. Jax was bored, yes, but he didn’t want to see Pomni so down. Might as well try and cheer her up. “Aww, c’mon Pom-Pom! Try a smile; it won’t kill ya!” He reached out, trying to poke her side in an attempt to get her to smile. Before he could even get close to her blue side, she gasped softly and jerked away from his hand. Oh…that’ll work.

The look on his face was a dead giveaway to his plan. “Jax, no! I swear, don’t you even think abo-KYAH!” Pomni was cut off by a sharp poke to her stomach, whatever she was trying to say lost in a squeal.

“Oh, I’m doin’ more than think about it~” Jax’s voice was smug as ever, his gloved hands wrapping around her middle and wiggling them into her sides. The bunny crouched down, just so he could whisper in her ear. “Tickle tickle, Pomni~”

Squeaky and bright giggles bubbled out of her, only making Jax’s smirk grow. Pomni was much less amused, kicking and wriggling around in his grip. “Y-youhuhu prihick! Gehet ohoff mehehe!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” One fun thing the purple rabbit noticed; Pomni was blushing. Really blushing, so brightly that it put the circles already on her cheeks to shame. So, of course, he called her out on it.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could blush like that, newbie!” He cooed, making sure to poke up and down her ribs as he spoke. “Thought bright red was crybaby’s thing, but you go girl~”

“Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!” The bells on Pomni’s hat jingled with every sharp jolt and tug, only making the scene funnier. Jax was thoroughly enjoying himself; he had maintained his vibe while also making Pomni smile. True, he was being a bitch about it, but it was working.

Wanting to try something else, Jax clamped both hands firmly on her sides, giving them a nice squeeze. Nothing could’ve readied him for what happened next. “Jahahax! Wouhuld you- *squeak*”

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, giving her a quick breather as the shock and amusement set in. After a few seconds, a loud bark of laughter escaped him, his voice more playful than it had been the whole time. “No *sproing*-ing way… You squeak?!”

Without any further warning, he dug into her sides, rapidly squeezing them in the hopes of more squeaks. “J- *squeak* COHOHohome ohon! Quihihit- *squeak* JAHAX!” The sound was almost like a dog toy’s squeaker; it endlessly amused Jax, leaving the rabbit wanting more and more of the adorable sound.

“This has gotta be my favorite quirk of yours, squeaky-toy!” He squeezed and poked along her sides, sneaking a quick rib scribble in every few seconds. Best day ever…

“P-PLEHEHE- *squeak* NOHO! JAHAX!” While he was more than enjoying the squeaks and laughter, he could tell Pomni was wearing out. Not wanting to potentially get on Ragatha’s very-bad side, he stopped squeezing the jester. “Alright, alright, no more squeezes. That was fun, though~”

Pomni went almost limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him expectantly, expecting to be released. Jax only laughed at her expression. “Oh, newbie, no. I never said I was done~” The ever-growing blush on her cheeks made him smile wider, his almost haughty confidence growing.

He tested out her neck, smirking at the surprised giggles he received. “You’re just a walking tickle-spot, aren’t ya? There anywhere you ain’t ticklish?” Deciding to be a bit merciful, he kept the tickling to light scratches, exploring the area.

Much to his surprise, Pomni’s giggles softened, her body going almost slack against his. Jax wondered if he’d managed to kill her for a second, but he soon realized that she was just…enjoying it. Pomni wasn’t trying to push at his hands anymore; she just grabbed his wrists and loosely hung on.

“Aww, Pomni! You like this, don’t ya~?” He continued lightly tickling underneath her chin and the front of her neck, basking in the lazy giggles and lax squeals he got. Jax had no idea how someone could practically melt from getting tickled, but he wasn’t gonna question it.

“Ihihihi- shuhuhut ihit…” Pomni could’ve had a better response, but she was too comfy to try. While he was still tickling her, it felt much more relaxing and nice in that spot. She could’ve stayed there all day…

Quickly realizing the jester was about to fall asleep on him, Jax stopped and patted her back. Pomni took a few shaky breaths, residual giggles still squeaking out in her daze. The bunny boy just chuckled, trying to help her wake up, in a sense. “You’re good, I’m done, wakey-wakey.”

Pomni was tired, though, and feeling like mild revenge. She just leaned into the purple boy, closing her eyes and letting the sleepy relaxation take over; girl was out in seconds.

“...Pomni?” Jax’s smirk slowly fell, his brow-area bunching. She hadn’t moved in a few seconds, though he could see her breathing. Did she… That little-

Seeing her asleep on him felt strangely similar to a kitten napping there. It felt wrong to move… “*boing* it…”

Hopefully Ragatha and Gangle will be done soon…

#kasey's fruit shop #tadc tickle #lee!pomni #ler!jax #ticklish!pomni #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #the amazing digital circus tickle #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus

83 notes · View notes

carolmunson · 1 year

Text

love language four

happy love language sunday. this episode brought to you by me having the 'another scorcher!' sears hvac commercial stuck in my head. (if she doesn't know this commercial she's too young for you bro!) there is a description in here for a 'confetti glitter cup' and i need you to know i don't mean the ones you know of today. i mean these ones from the 90s.

love language set list

sticky. melted popsicle on toddler hands hot. running to the ice cream truck hot. public pool day for the kids with some pocket money, home made sprinkler with the hose for the kids without it hot. every shriek of their laughter peirces your ears and you smile. you sit on an almost broken beach chair, the lounge kind, blue, green and white plastic suspending you in place. a trailer park duchess on her throne in her yellow polka dot bikini and cut off shorts. the tinny echo of the radio plays across the way where mrs. milly plays with her kids, beach ball in one hand over her head, baby milly on her hip in the other. her husband took the car for work so they couldn't have the pool day they wanted. you would've driven them if eddie hadn't been going to and from home depot all morning for parts.

in the cacophony of the tinny radio, the woosh of hoses, the bubbling laughter of kids, you hear the clang of metal on metal just a few feet away -- followed up by a grunt of frustration you knew all too well. that HVAC unit needed fixing at the end of winter but he forgot about it. forgot until it started to get too hot. kicking off the sheets hot. cold showers at night hot. 'don't touch me, it's too hot' hot. the moment you said it he knew it had to get fixed, the sun isn't gonna get between him and whats his. "you okay over there?" you ask, sipping your lemonade through a curly straw, the ice cold drink making condensation build on the confetti cup you inherited from your aunt. you cross your legs, losing a flip flop in the process. "mhm," he grunts. you look over, his messy curls tied up on the top of his head, tongue poking out of his lips. his tattoos glisten in the sun, covered in a sheen of sweat and sun screen. he's been stripped down to a pair of black jean shorts all morning and early afternoon, bandana dangling from the back pocket that he's been using to wipe off his face. the soft definition in his arms, back, and chest makes you feel girlish -- giggly. the park's mr. fix it -- all yours, all the time. until it's too hot. broken hvac during a heat wave hot. "do you want me to help?" you ask. you see his eyes peer over the top of the machine and give you a look that can only be understood as 'please stop talking'. you sip your lemonade again. mrs. milly's beach ball hits you on the top of the head with a soft 'bop!' and you laugh. you look back over to eddie holding back his own, desperate to stay focus and annoyed at the task at hand. if he giggles, the hvac will know and won't take him seriously anymore.

"sorry!" her four year old says, her seven year old waves his hands to get the ball back. you spike it over like you know how to play volleyball. you don't. another twenty minutes and the sounds of the park mix with your boyfriend's cussing, the clang of metal on metal, of wrenches and bolts being thrown against the side of the trailer. "hey, hey," you say, getting up off the nearly broken lounge, "stop that." you hurry over in your half way on flip flops, the strings of your bikini tickling your back. he takes in a deep breath through the nose and it's just too hot and humid for it to soothe him. you offer him your lemonade and he blushes over the sunburn pink on his cheeks. the ice cubes jiggle against the plastic, the confetti in the cup catches the light while he forgoes the straw and chugs it. he breathes heavy after, passing the cup back to you, empty. "thought i could fix it," he says softly between breaths, "wayne could always fix it. this stupid piece of shit." "fuck the hvac," you say with a smile. he laughs, taking the bandana out of his pocket and wiping the sweat from under his bangs, dampended and curly. "yeah, fuck it," he smiles back.

"fuck it!" you say again, giving it a little kick. something clicks and clinks inside of the machine and it roars to life. you both look at each other, eyes wide. the sun beats down on your both -- a reminder of the heat. 'can't believe a kick in flip flops fixed the hvac' hot. "you gotta be kidding me," he says, half mad, half surprised, "i've been out here all fuckin'' day." "maybe you did need my help," you smirk. he collects his tools, tossing them in the box, muttering an annoyed 'don't talk to me.' you head into the house, shutting the windows to keep the air in while you feel it start to fill the kitchen and living room. not quite cold, but the air flow was welcomed in the stagnant heat. you pour more lemonade for yourself and your mr. fix it boyfriend. your aunts recipe that just tastes better in confetti cups. he comes in, tossing the tool box on the table and sighs at the feeling of the air flow in the room. not cooled yet, not conditioned. just the flow. he sees your offering and smile spreads across his face. he's delicate in his sips now, using the curly straw you put in there, a clear blue -- shiny. "hm," he he says in relief, feeling the drink revive him now that the worst was over. he stalks over in his black cut off shorts, hands dirty, cupping them behind your thighs to lift you onto the counter. "hey," you protest, but not really. his fingers reaching behind your back to pull at the strings of your bikini, "s'too hot." "that's why i'm takin' it off," he smirks, knowing it won't be too hot in a half hour. you feel the scratch of his five o'clock shadow brush against your jaw while his tongue collects a stripe of sweat from your neck. lemonade and salt, margaritaville skin. "hm," you mumble at the feeling. "hm," he mumbles back. dirty hands on your waist. your relief at the blinds on the storm door being shut. too hot. neck kisses on the counter hot. bikini top on the kitchen floor hot. can't complain about it being too hot, hot. lemonade sips off your skin, hot. sticky.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #love language em #eddie munson blurb

227 notes · View notes

basket-of-cats-and-witches · 6 months

Text

Comfort, Part 4: Halsin

This one's a bit heavy, a bit melancholy, a little bittersweet. I actually write these when I'm having a bad day, you know, to comfort myself.

I hope they do the same for you.

If you like my works, please reblog them. It helps spread them to other people who might like something soft to read as well.

(and if you haven't read the others, Wyll, Gale, and Astarion are all up already.)

----

He finds you hiding in the washtub.

He prefers to be under the stars, usually, but tending to the needs of orphaned children sometimes requires you two to stay in a nearby inn.

Today has been disheartening.

He doesn't say anything, at first.

You're naked, your face pressed against your drawn up knees, and at some point you stopped caring that the water was getting cold.

Your tears practically scald your cheeks, regardless.

He kneels beside the basin, and any other time you'd laugh and tease him about the way his knees crack loudly.

Another quiet sob wracks your form. You have to keep it in, lest the sound of your distress break you fully.

You are barely keeping it together.

His fingers graze the surface of the water, and it begins to steam.

“May I touch you?” He asks gently, and somehow you find the strength to nod.

His palm is hot against your shoulder. “Lean back, and I'll wash your hair. Please.”

You nod again.

Dipping his hands into the water, he wets them before lathering up the soap. His fingers drag comfortingly through your hair. Pulling just enough to anchor you.

His fingers catch on a tangle, and you wince. The apology on his lips is unneeded. The feeling strangely anchors you.

As he gently undoes the tangle, so are you.

The twisting knots in your chest loosen, and you can breathe once more.

The tears fall faster despite it.

Halsin presses a kiss to your shoulder, breathes in, and begins to speak.

“I know today was…difficult. Nature presents us with many challenges, and this was…” he sighs, a deep sound that wooshes out of his lungs and chills your damp shoulder. “This was an especially hard one.”

You laugh, but it is a hollow sound. “There were so many,” you whisper. Halsin presses his fingers against your scalp, massaging it, and you close your eyes against the feeling. “I don't know how we can help them all. I feel like I've failed them.”

His hands dip back into the water, and it is blissfully hot against your skin.

They return to your hair.

“You haven't. We are working against time, the most fierce and stubborn creature of them all. The ones you've helped will have hot food tonight, dry clothing, and warm blankets. It will give them hope for tomorrow.”

“And the ones I couldn't? When we ran out of supplies, when there was no more?”

He finishes lathering your hair, gathering his words. Even now your bond remains close, and all he has to do is tap your shoulder for you to lean forward, a bucket of hot water sluicing over you.

It is a welcome relief. The dirt and grime of the day washes away, and the loud sound of water drowns out your heavy thoughts.

He refills the bucket.

“We must simply hope that someone has the same kindness that we try to give. Nature is a cruel mistress. She takes and takes, and the snap of winter’s kiss takes many victims.

It is up to us to do as much as we can, to encourage others to do the same.”

“I don't know if I have that faith that you do.”

The water spills over you again, just hot enough to make you sigh, as it strips you to your skin, to your bones, to your core.

It stings, and it is a welcome relief.

Halsin slicks the hair back out of your face, his touch tender.

“Tell me. Why did you choose to come with me?”

He picks up the sponge and lathers it meticulously.

“I needed to feel as if everything we'd done was worth it. That I was worth it. All the accolades we received, and the rejoicing…and all I could think about was the blood on my hands. The families who were left behind. We won, but at what cost? I needed…I needed…”

“Hope?” He supplies.

You nod. Your hands are slightly reddened from the heat of the water. “Hope.”

He runs the sponge across your shoulders, along the back of your neck.

“I cannot give you what you seek,” he sighs. “Such instant gratification is not easily found in this journey. However, I encourage you to take heart. Every week we receive letters from our friends, telling us of how they are doing, how alive they are. You could not get away from the flowers raining down in the streets fast enough, when people were celebrating.

This work is not for the faint of heart. But take comfort in those you have already helped. The rest will come in time.”

He kisses your cheek, smiling as you do. “And until then, I will be by your side, as you are by mine. Nature has brought you to me, and bears are protective, guarded creatures by nature. I would not give you up so easily. So I encourage you to do the same for them.”

He rinses your skin, and you smile softly. The pain and trouble still lingers, of course. Such worries are not easily set aside.

For now, however, this is enough.

You take comfort in what you can.

“Halsin?”

“Hm?”

“Join me?”

He smiles, and his eyes darken slightly into an inviting honey-gold.

“Of course, my heart.”

#my writing #bg3 #halsin #bg3 spoilers #just a little but it's post endgame stuff #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #I hope y'all have a lovely day/night

95 notes · View notes

greyskyflowers · 1 year

Text

I think something I never really stopped to think too much about in One Piece is the sounds.

I grew up surrounded by nature. I grew up listening to the sounds the woods by my house made, the fields of crops down the road, of the river and creeks at my grandparents, and storms rolling over miles of empty plains in the fall.

I could tell you everything you need to know about those things. I didn't fear the dark because I knew it well. I could run those trails in the dead of night and I could have walked the land around my home blindfolded. I knew every branch that scraped, every bird nest full of singing life, every hole waiting for an ankle, every thorn tree that dropped terrible gifts to the earth. I knew it all.

Now I'm learning the sounds of the city. And everything is so loud. You forgot how quiet the world is when it's just you, and our world is full of loud things. Trains, cars, planes, electricity humming, pipes creaking, etc.

I believe I've made mentions of it before in my posts but I'm just really interested in how the One Piece world sounds.

Do the waves make different sounds than our own? Do sea kings sound more like tigers or gorillas when they roar? Are storms still ear shattering when they call out with thunder? Does the wind howl in your ear, or does it sing?

What does it sound like when Marco flies with massive wings right next to you? Does it sound like a regular bird but magnificent? Or does it pop your ears like a plane? Does he make different noises because of his devil fruit? Are his vocal cords different than someone else's?

What about when Buggy separates? The human body makes a variety of sound when it's sperated in different ways, does he sound like thighs stuck together with sweat in the summer or an injury like the loss of a limb? Does it pop like part of a toy, or maybe a click like a lock and key? Does it make a sound like pulling meat apart?

Does Luffy squeak when he moves all the time? Does he sounds like new shoes on marble or the high pitched screech of bare skin on gym floors?

Did Ace make the wooshing sound of dry wood or maybe the soft pops of low embers? Was he more like a forest fire taking off or a candle flickering in the window?

Does Kidd sound like a a car crash? Like metal bending and reforming itself into something messy and new? Does he clang like dropped silverware or is it heavy like metal gates closing? Maybe he sounds like the hammer of a blacksmith on burning metal?

Does Chopper have a way of talking that's distinctive? Like an accent or a lisp? Surely there would be something that would remind people that vocal cords change with each species and suddenly being able to make the noises of the human language would be a learning curve?

Does Robin sound like skin sliding against skin? Like rubbing your arms when you're cold or the dry sound that comes sometimes when you shake someones hand? Maybe she sounds like the wind in a garden or pulling petals off a flower?

Does Crocodile sound like a sandstorm? Does the sand he controls sound like screaming, like howling? Or maybe it sounds like a mudslide, something powerful and earthly?

Does Doflomingo make the the twang of tight threads being pulled and snapped back into place? Maybe the snap of elastic bands or the zzzz of string being pulled of the roll too quick?

Just so many fun things to consider 💭

Might do one of these about some of the other senses too.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #Luffy #eustass kidd #donquixote doflamingo #tony tony chopper #robin nico #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #devil fruit #straw hat pirates #sounds #setting sail with greyskyflowers

222 notes · View notes

donutwatches · 5 months

Text

MHA 2.16 - Hero Killer: Stain vs U.A. Students - part 2

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! To those who do not celebrate any holidays this time of year, have a very pleasant day!

Our little broccoli is here and he is ready to throw hands.

I love that he quotes All Might here. It is an interesting way of framing heroism, and a perfect response to Iida, who was telling Deku it wasn't his business. To a hero, anyone in trouble is their business.

I love that Deku and Todoroki are just instant friends now. I feel like they never spoke to each other in season 1. They were set up as rivals during the tournament, but they ended up with a powerful bond.

Now when Deku sends his location with no explanation Todoroki just teleports to him like he is Deku's new fairy godmother. A very hot fairy godmother.

It is great to see him openly using his fire side. He has worked through some of his struggles and self-cared his way into arson. My inner pyro is screaming. Let's set things on fire!

This is a creative blood-based ability. I like how specific it is depending on blood type. It gives Stain an intimidating quirk while maintaining good limits to keep things interesting.

He says this lying face down on the gravel after being defeated and nearly getting shanked. Listen, I love Iida, but he is having a moment.

WOOSH FIRE! My hamster brain is so delighted by how gorgeous the flames look. Thank goodness both Deku and Todoroki are NOT having it with Iida right now. Good friends know when to call you out.

Come on, pick yourself up, Iida! This poor kid is going through it. He wanted revenge for his brother, but now his classmates are getting pulled into the line of fire.

I am surprised to see Todoroki reaching out to Iida since Todoroki was so socially withdrawn before. It makes me happy!

This cracked me up because his facial expression is so flat. This is Todoroki's "worried" face: -_-

It is lovely that he is genuinely empathizing with Iida's situation. I did not know I wanted Todoroki and Iida to be friends before this episode but now I need it.

When was the last time she saw her son? Was he 5? Imagine not seeing your kid since they were 5 years old and then they walked through the door at high school age. They were robbed of years they should have had together.

Good for you, 'Roki.

Does Japan have CPS? Because someone needs to file a report on this man, stat.

I get it, since the #2 hero in the country is his Dad, he might as well use Endeavour as a resource to learn about hero work. It is like Todoroki is compartmentalizing Endeavor into two categories: Hero and Dad. Staying emotionally shut off from "Dad" while utilizing the "Hero" side.

It is like a Deku triangle of inspiration. Deku inspired Iida in season 1 ------> Deku inspired Todoroki in the tournament ----->Todoroki is inspiring Iida now. I wonder if Iida will get the chance to inspire both of them in return as the show progresses?

I wish action scenes were not so hard to get good screencaps of. When Stain cut Todoroki and tried to lick his cheek I was screaming so loud. Stain is nasty, lol.

Click here for episode 17

Click here for the masterlist

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #anime #deku #midoryia #izuku #tenya iida #iida #hero killer stain #stain #todoroki shouto #rei todoroki #todoroki #todoroki shoto #endeavor

50 notes · View notes

hendersister · 11 months

Text

twilight zone (1/3)

summary: when you and steve get trapped in the upside down, you work together to survive.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: twilight zone by golden earring

word count: ~1k

a/n: while i was outling this fic, i realized it was getting pretty long so i decided to split it into 3 parts 🩷🩷🩷

part 2 ->

Everything happened so fast…

It all started when you thought that you had a lead in tracking down Vecna. You believed that gates to the Upside Down were opened at each spot Vecna kills his victims. So you and Steve decided to follow your hunch. You took Dustin’s compass and a boat out to Lover’s Lake, where Patrick died, to investigate if your theory was accurate.

You and Steve stopped rowing after the compass started acting haywire. Steve volunteered to go into the water to check it out. When he resurfaced, he told you that he found a small gate. Your theory was right! But before you had time to celebrate this little win in the big war, Steve got abruptly pulled underwater. It was horrifying to watch, like a moment in Jaws came to life.

“STEVE!” you scream frantically.

Without thinking, you dive into the water to help your boyfriend.

Steve is dragged into the Upside Down by the creature that pulled him underwater. Once Steve makes it through the gate, the creature lets go of its tight grip around his ankle.

Steve breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath after being underwater. He rises to his feet and takes a look around.

“Shit,” Steve curses to himself.

He hears the sounds of electricity sparking, thunder rumbling in the distance, and then-

“Steve!”

Your boyfriend turns to see you rushing toward him. His jaw drops when he sees you. When Steve was in trouble, you jumped in the water after him. If that’s not love, Steve doesn’t know what is.

“Y/N!”

As soon as you reach Steve, you pull him into a big hug.

“Holy shit! When you got pulled down….I thought I lost you…” you tell him breathlessly.

Steve hugs you back tightly.

“I’m alright,” he softly assures you, then looks you up and down, “Are you okay?”

You nod and then let out a deep breath, finally taking in your surroundings. Your eyes widen as you look around the Upside Down. It’s like Hawkins but it’s colder, darker, and much more sinister.

“Toto… I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, sounds of shrieking and squawking can be heard in the distance. You and Steve both turn your heads to see a swarm of demobats flying right towards you.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp.

Steve quickly scans your surroundings and notices an Upside Down version of the little rowboat you used to get to the middle of Lover’s Lake. The boat has two paddles. Steve grabs them both and hands one off to you.

You and Steve raise your paddles like weapons, readying yourself for the oncoming threat.

WOOSH

The demobats start swarming around you and Steve. The two of you smack them away with the paddles. You try to stay as close to one another as possible but you eventually break away from each other to fight your own little battles.

You’re able to hold your own pretty well. While repeatedly hitting one of the demobats over and over again, part of your wooden paddle breaks off into a sharp edge. You take advantage and start using it like a knife. Instead of swatting the demobats away, you stab them. You pierce holes through their chest, killing them instantly.

Meanwhile, Steve is fighting off demobats left and right. One of the bats extends its tail and wraps it around Steve’s neck, choking Steve and causing him to drop his paddle. Steve grunts as he pulls the tail away from his neck. Steve keeps hold of the demobat’s tail and repeatedly smashes the creature into the ground. Then he steps on the bat’s chest and tears its body apart. A panting Steve tosses half of the demobat’s body behind him and spits out some blood as thunder booms in the background.

And then, just as quickly as they came, you and Steve watch as most of the demobats suddenly fly away. A few of the creatures stay behind and circle around the gate, effectively blocking it off.

“There’s not that many. We can take ‘em. Right?” Steve wonders aloud.

SQUAWK

In the distance, more demobats start to converge. Your heart drops. Those bats weren’t leaving the fight, they were getting more back up. You and Steeve need to get out of here immediately.

You take Steve’s hand.

“C’mon!”

You and Steve run as fast as you can into the nearby woods. You don’t stop running until you reach the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You both need a moment to catch your breath.

After a beat, you look Steve up and down. Before he dove into the water to take a look at the gate, he took his shirt and shoes off. You can’t let him navigate the Upside Down in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. You take off your sweatshirt, which was actually one of Steve’s old sweatshirts before he gave it to you, and toss it over to him.

“As much as I enjoy watching you walk around shirtless, you look like you need this more than me.”

Steve gives you an appreciative look.

“Thanks Y/N.”

You wink cutely at Steve. He smiles to himself and puts on the sweatshirt.

Then the earth abruptly starts shaking. Steve wraps a protective arm around you and tries his best to keep hold of the rock. You both cling on to each other until the shaking stops. You can hear creatures baying and snarling in the distance.

“We need to find another gate to get out of here. There’s no way we can use Lover’s Lake,” you tell Steve.

Your boyfriend nods in agreement.

“I think the next closest gate is Eddie’s trailer, where Chrissy died,” you say.

“Yeah, but that’s like 15 miles away,” Steve shrugs.

You sigh. Ooof. That’s going to be a long walk! Unfortunately, it might be the only other way out of the Upside Down. You have to get to Eddie’s trailer. But first, you and Steve should stock up on supplies to prepare for the journey ahead.

“My house isn’t too far from here. We can go there to pick up anything we might need before heading to Eddie’s trailer,” you suggest.

“Good idea,” Steve nods.

“Let’s go.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

113 notes · View notes

astralisbelle · 1 year

Text

Dead Man's Hand 7 - Gotta Look the Part

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: They eat like royalty and she gets to dress up like one.

note: oh LORDY this one is long (2k words!) but I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you again for all the likes/reblogs. We finally get to gamble after this part!

The door to the bathroom closes with a soft woosh, leaving Din by himself in the wide space of the suite. He waits for a moment, listening to the voices echo on the other side.

She hums while Grogu giggles and water splashes. All clear. He shakes his head, walking over to the console and calling the front desk. “Bring me dinner for two adults and an infant. I don’t care what it is, whatever’s fastest.” If she’s anything like him, she won’t be picky. And Grogu eats anything.

In the interim, Din sits on the couch and deems it safe to take a load off, which in this case, means he can disarm for now. He takes the jet pack off first, being the heaviest and most cumbersome of his tools. Off comes the blaster, the hilt of the Darksaber, and the various blades he keeps concealed. Everything is accounted for.

After about fifteen minutes, there’s a knock at the door – must be the food. He answers it and three waiters greet him with wide smiles, wheeling three trays inside the suite. Din lifts a brow as they set up in the center, uncovering the food and revealing two identical plates of fresh, steaming seafood, a buttery smell filling the air. For the child, there is a colorful bowl of soup, with some mini square cakes for dessert. “And finally,” says a waiter. “A decadent chocolate cake. For you and the lady.”

“Uh.” He is thankful for the helmet hiding his aversion. “She’s not my… never mind.” He knows no one cares in this hellhole, not when thousands of rich men bring their mistresses or escorts to play with them. The last thing he wants is for someone to think that of her. Din tosses them a few meager credits as tips and waits for them to leave. With the sounds of bath time still ringing behind the door and his stomach rumbling, he figures it’s as good a time as any.

He slips his helmet off with a soft sound, breathing in deep to welcome the fresh air into his lungs. All at once, the delectable smell of the food assaults his senses, enticing him to sit down and partake. Such extravagance in food feels almost sacrilegious for the practical Mandalorian, but at least it means she and Grogu will have a decent meal as well. He takes a thick piece of grilled fish into his mouth and makes a small noise of satisfaction. Dank farrik, that’s damn delicious. He eats quickly, downing large gulps of water in between. In the corner of his vision, he eyes that chocolate cake.

She’s probably never had it either.

He finishes his fish, leaving nothing but the bones. Wiping his lips with the cloth napkin, he pours himself a swig of white champagne, just to rinse the aftertaste out. Nothing more, nothing less. As soon as he’s done, he doesn’t linger, and situates the helmet back on.

A few minutes pass as he hears the bath drain, sucking in the water. The door slides open and a cloud of steam escapes. She emerges, a towel wrapped around her head and a silk robe tied around her waist. The robe is shorter than Din expects, halting just above her knees and showing off a stunning pair of legs, shiny and unmarred by any layer of dirt. Even her face glows, renewed and fresh. Grogu has a child’s robe on that is far too big for him, the sleeves dwarfing his arms. A soft chuckle escapes Din.

“Oh my stars,” she says, eyes closing as she inhales deeply. “That smells divine!” She scurries to the couch, setting Grogu down beside her as she gasps at the plate of food before her. “I-Is this all for me?”

“Already ate.” Din holds Grogu, spoon feeding him the soup. “C’mon, you little womp rat. Time to eat.”

She watches them for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. It’s so odd seeing a bounty hunter, unafraid of blasters in his face, feed a small creature all without an ounce of embarrassment. Noble and caring… Ah, but she isn’t distracted for long, not when a decadent meal waits for her. Her mouth waters as she cuts a piece of the fish, popping it into her mouth.

“Mmgh.” The sound she makes is loud, enough to make the Mandalorian’s head turn. “...Sorry.” She giggles, covering her mouth, and continues to eat. He shakes his head, but a quick chuckle tells her that he isn’t annoyed by it. When she finishes, she looks over and notices the chocolate cake still sitting pretty, completely untouched. “What’s that?”

“Cake.”

“Who’s it for?”

“...You and the kid can have it.”

She shrugs, leaning over to bring it towards herself. The plate has two forks, so she takes one and cuts into it, shocked at its softness. After sniffing it, she brings it into her mouth.

Then, she really moans. Her eyes rolls back and a hand falls onto her chest. “Stars.” She shakes her head. “Oh my, Mando, you have to try this. I’m serious. I’ll leave right now.”

“It can’t be that good.”

She grins, cutting a little piece onto the fork. “Grogu,” she coos. “Open wide. Pbrrr. Here comes the speeder!” He drops his jaw and accepts the cake in his mouth. His ears wiggle and his arms stretch towards the cake, clearly begging for more. “Told ya.”

The Mandalorian pulls Grogu back. “Finish your soup.” After reining in the child and pivoting his focus back to the meal, he speaks. “Fine. Just… finish half of it.”

She digs in again. “I could easily finish this whole thing. You’re lucky I’m being so nice.” Half of the cake remains once she finishes. Once Grogu is done and munching on one of the smaller cakes, the Mandalorian hands him to her.

“Don’t turn around under any circumstance.”

“I won’t.” She sits in a way that turns her back towards him and all she can stare at is the front door while Grogu eats calmly in her lap. Then she hears the hiss of air depressurizing. It’s off. Her head wants to turn, to see what he looks like, but she knows not to betray his trust. So she listens, listens to the clanking of the silverware, listens to the teeth hitting the fork. She holds her breath.

“...Mmm.” Oh, now she desperately wants to see his face. He doesn’t say anything, but she hears the silverware against the plate.

“Told ya.” The plate is set down and the helmet hisses as it covers his face again.

When she turns around, she takes the rest of the plate and finishes whatever he left. Stars, she can’t remember the last time she felt full and heavy. She’s ready to lie down on the couch and take a nap, but that would be hard to do while in a robe, would it?

Speaking of clothes…

“Hey.” She pulls down on the hem of the robe, trying to hide her skin. “So, what am I supposed to wear to the tournament? I can’t wear my usual clothes… right?”

The Mandalorian takes a moment to think, his fingers tapping on the cushion of the couch. He stands and goes up to the console, calling the front desk. “Can you bring me a dress?”

A feminine voice responds. “Do you mean a stylist, sir?”

He shrugs. “Sure.”

“That easy, huh?” she comments. “Is there anything they can’t bring you?”

He sits back down. “Doubt it. This place caters to all of your vices, legality be damned.” He crosses his arms and rests his ankle on his knee.

Her eyes trail up and down his form. “...Are you going to get anything for yourself?”

“Like what?”

“A suit or robes. Or… are you just going to go in that.”

He exhales. “I don’t go anywhere without my armor.”

“That’s what I thought.” She sighs, hugging a knee against her chest. Out of common courtesy, she tries not to let her eyes wander towards him, but after all of the stories her mentor told her, it’s hard not to. The Mandalorian. A bounty hunter of high renown, belonging to a deadly people that few get to see and even fewer survive an encounter with. He who never takes off his helmet in front of another, who never goes anywhere without armor or weapons.

But he has a child that he feeds with his own hands. And he enjoys the taste of chocolate cake. And he sucks at sabacc.

Some time passes and then a knock at the door alerts them on the couch. “I got it,” she says, getting up to open the door. Standing in the door frame is a tall woman, slender with sharp features in her cheeks and bony fingers. She has the paint that the girl noticed earlier, black lines outlining her eyes as her lips shimmer with gold.

“You poor thing,” says the stylist, taking a chunk of wet hair in her hand. “My goodness! I do have my work cut out for me. Chop chop!” She claps her hands and a swarm of assistants flood into the room, carrying racks of clothes, stacks of shoes, and boxes of tools.

The Mandalorian stands up. “Hey, what is all this?”

“Oh, don’t mind us, sir,” says the stylist. “We’ll just use the bedroom. Come, everyone! You, girl, with me!”

“What the--” She finds herself being tugged by the tall woman, flashing a brief look of fear towards the Mandalorian before they all disappear behind the door of the bedroom.

Alone again.

Din groans and rolls his head, cracking his neck and shoulders. Remember. This is all for the beskar. He rubs the back of his neck as he glances down at Grogu, still in his robe. “...Right.” He finds ways to pass the time like dressing Grogu and freshening up in the bathroom himself, washing his face. It feels like hours before the bedroom door slides open.

The stylist walks out first, followed by her posse of assistants. “Ah… I am a genius.” She grins and steps out of the way. “Come on out, dear!”

Din stands up immediately. Placing one foot in front of the other, she takes small steps out of the room. Light silk sways around her feet like flowing water. The dress hugs her best features while gold jewelry jingles around her wrists and biceps. Drop earrings twinkle and bounce as she walks. Her lips are painted red and her eyes are brushed with similar colors to the dress: blood wine and fiery oranges. At the sight, his shoulders relax, his lips part, and his eyes dare not blink.

She walks towards him, a bashful smile on her lips. Just as she is about to say something, she steps on the hem of her dress. “Oh--!” And she falls forward. Din darts forward, catching her before she can face plant onto the floor. Her jewelry clanks against his armor as he helps her regain her balance.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” She lifts her face. “Sorry. I-It’s these shoes, I can’t…”

“You must!” says the stylist. “I believe my job is done. Let’s go, everyone.” She claps her hands again and as fast as she arrived, she makes a swift exit. Once she is gone, Din realizes that she still clings to his arms as she readjusts herself.

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

“It’s fine…” He takes his time pulling his arms away from her, just making sure she can indeed stand. “You… you look great.”

“Oh.” She laughs, pushing hair behind her ear. “Um. Thanks. Is this really what rich people wear? It’s so… uncomfortable.”

He lets out a fast breath of air as he laughs. “It’s… It’s just for a few days. Once I have the beskar, I’ll take you home to Tatooine. You’ll never have to wear this stuff again.”

“Right.” She nods, albeit with a degree of hesitation. “Back to Tatooine. That’s… that makes sense.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

141 notes · View notes

toska-writes · 1 year

Text

There are not nearly enough of the clones being amazing big brothers so I’m here to change it :) please enjoy

“Braids”

Summary: You struggle trying to braid your hair while on your way to help oversee an important senate meeting off world. Frustrated you seek out some help in this fight.

Paring: Commander Wolffe x Padawan Reader (platonic obviously)

Warning: just so much fluff!

Word count: 937

Read here on ao3! (✩)

Ori’vod- Older brother

Cyare- Beloved

Why did this have to be so hard? You didn’t understand. You caught your eye in the mirror under the rats nest that was now your hair.

You definitely couldn’t show your face to a room of senators looking like you’d just walked through a nasty campaign.

You swore quickly under your breath before you took up the brush once again, at least to get the hair somewhat normal before you leave your own quarters. You could already here your ori’vods suppressed giggles now trying to be “polite” since you are their padawan commander.

The woosh of the door slid open, you stomped your way down the halls with a crushing grip around the hairbrush. Did you really know where you were going? No- but you knew where you could go to complain and honestly that’s what you needed

“Hello commander” A shiny- one you haven’t been met to yet stood and gave a formal nod as you entered. You’ll have to introduce yourself later because now you were on a mission.

Heavy boots sounded from somewhere deeper into the barracks until you herd the unmistakable voice of- “Y/N! Y/N!” “Commander” Sinker and Boost bounded into the room stoping a few feet in front of you noticing something was up

“What’s wrong commander?” Boost stepped forward first.

“It’s- well stupid now that I think about it, but have you seen Wolffe anywhere?”

“I hope you don’t plan to beat him to death with your hairbrush sir.” Sinker joked now slinking his arm around your shoulder, relieved that nothing totally serious was wrong.

You laughed, a smile easing back into your face. “No no, I just though he could help me.”

Boost opened his mouth again but before he could get his next word out the presence of their commanding officer in the doorway shut him up quickly.

“You needed me for something commander?” His deep voice filled your ears, you rolled your eyes knowing that title all clones should be using to address someone of your status he used to playfully annoy you.

“Mmhm.” You nodded walking up to the looming guy leaning against the barracks’s wall. This conversation was most definitely catching the attention of the rest of the pack weather it was obvious they were listening or not.

You held out the hairbrush and flashed your wrist adorned with rubber bands at him. It was his turn for his signature eye roll. “I though you caught on well when I showed you the first time.” He said in a low voice.

“Ok well it’s much harder on yourself.” You mock pouted crossing your arms. “Please? I don’t want to look like bantha poo when we touch down.”

“Fine cyare.” He sighed, anyone who could have over heard this would never have guest it would have been between on the the best commanders in the GAR and the padawan of very well respected Jedi.

Sinker and Boost laugh as the three of you followed Wolffe over to a couch that decorated the barrack giving it a more “homely” feel.

Wolffe gestured to the floor in front of his place on the couch, Sinker taking the floor next to you and Boost lounging over the other side of the cushion.

You could feel the callus of his fingers not yet hidden by the gloves almost everyone wears across you scalp. He was quite quick, already parting your hair down the middle and begun the braid at the crown of your head.

You glanced over at Boost as he watched in awe at Wolffe laughing to yourself as he was absolutely blowed away.

“How did you learn to do that?” He questioned looking to his older brother.

“You pick up a few things” Wolffe said bluntly not letting his concentration waved

Now Sinker was up observing as well. Wolfee gently tapped your shoulder and held in palm out towards you. You quickly put an elastic in his hand as he secured the bottom of the braid.

He already started the other side as you said. “You’ll definitely have to teach me a second time.”

You heard the small laugh that escaped his lips. A sound to any other person outside of the Wolffe Pack would mistake as maybe a sigh or small cough was, to you a sound you wanted to hear your dear commander make more of.

“Of course sir.”

His hands swiftly made its was to the back of your head and down brushing past your shoulders. Another rap at your shoulder another elastic was presented to the solider sat behind you.

He patted the top of your head before announcing, “Done” as the four of you stood up.

“Looking good sir.” Boost praised looking at the top of your head.

You made your way towards a mirror hanging on the wall. You smiled at your reflection, your hair did look amazing buts that’s not why you were smiling. The giddy faces of Sinker and Boost stared back at you and the sly smile of Commander Wolffe caught yours in the mirror.

You turned swiftly looking up. “Thank you Wolffe I love it.”

“Of course commander.” He leaned in then added “I wouldn’t be a very good ori’vod if I couldn’t braid hair as good as I could shoot a blaster.”

You laughed at his comment reaching up to swing your arm around his shoulder, walking to join some others that still lounged in the barracks waitingfor the ship to touch down once again.

#commander wolffe #clone wars wolffe #star wars #wolffe x reader #platonic #104th battalion #wolffe pack #star wars clone wars #clone wars #sinker #toska-writes #reader insert

288 notes · View notes

murdocking · 8 months

Text

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. intro ch2

masterlist

warnings + notes: since theres a few canonically known games within the manga that were not depicted in the adaptation, i will have to concoct my own version of these for the purpose of being entertaining before having that slow burn begin when chishiya and the reader properly meet within the games😈😈fun fact that i adore escape rooms so this show and the idea of me coming up with my own versions is making me giddy

this shit is so long guys sorry its truly just a filler i promise

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ:

- TWO OF DIAMONDS

in your mind, you thought you looked bad. the blazer you had worn just hours ago to your first big-girl interview was thrown somewhere on the train tracks in shibuya station. your face was covered in sweat, and patchy makeup. your sandals were feeling the wear and tear of just simply walking- and your button up shirt was stained with some dirt and sweat as well. despite that, laying eyes on the man in the corner made you believe you were a model in comparison.

his shorts seemed to just be burnt pants whose threads gripped onto the pieces of fabric for life, and his blue shirt was dark brown on the right side of his body- where you seem to notice his patched up arm. you can only assume that the brown spots scattered amongst his attire was his own dried blood, and he scratched at the other drying cuts littered on the arm with urgency. his face was stiff, covered in thick mud and grime, and his eyes were dark with fixation.

he was not the person you were interested in approaching.

to the left of you was a woman, her short hair seemed unintentional- matted and torn as though a child had taken scissors to it then rolled it in the one-armed man’s blood. besides this, she was focused, staring at the table in the center of the entranceway. you even notice her eye twitching slightly, and how her shorts seemed too loose for her frame and her shirt too big.

you follow her stare at the table, and notice what it is that has grabbed her attention so well.

walking over, its an array of phones- and dark bracelets, with the little white sign saying “take one”.

you decide not to test this gathering, and grab a phone and put on the thick metal band that snaps to your wrist snugly. you start flipping the phone around searching for an on switch- just for it to do it on its own. it brightens up and says the word SCANNING before saying WELCOME.

you turn to the woman, and inquire, “what is this supposed to be?” and you think she has truly lost it when she meets your eyes.

she stutters throughout, but chuckles maniacally regardless. “have you never been in a game before?” and your shaking head and puzzled face gives her the sign to continue. she motions for you to get closer and she grips onto your shoulders tightly, leaning towards your face.

“this is your childhood fears come true! here… death chases you like a goblin… and he sends his demons to torment you in these games… don’t you know?” she stares at you crazily and you immediately regret not entertaining the idea of asking the man for information instead. “we play… naïvely to live.. see look.” she clicks on her own phone- pressing the words VISA and the app presents 6 hollowed out club symbols.

“we play.. to live and stay here longer… or else…” she points up at your forehead and then quickly brings her hand down pointed to the floor with a ‘WOOSH’ sound. “death takes you himself.”

she didn’t exactly reassure you, but as another person joins, you politely thank her and decide to speak to someone more sane.

a girl, seemingly about your own age, speaks to you. “shes right.. is this your first game?” her brown lashes flutter when the doors to the entrance way suddenly shut- but she never even flinches from the action. “every game is different, and it tests different parts within you. i suggest if you’re not the athletic type,” she scans you briefly, and you feel a bit small because of the action, “be careful of spade games. those test your physical endurance the most. diamonds need quick wits, and clubs require effort from a team. but hearts games.. those will leave you to yourself every time… it will cut you raw inside.”

you look at her, and you see she is quite serious. “thank you.”

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED!

DIFFICULTY: TWO OF DIAMONDS

RULES: SURGICALLY REMOVE EACH ‘TUMOR’ FROM THE BODY INSIDE OF YOUR DESIGNATED ROOM LABELED ON YOUR DEVICE. EACH ‘TUMOR’ REMOVED WILL GRANT MORE TIME, BUT WILL DEPRIVE YOUR FELLOW PLAYERS OF TIME, AND LIGHT IN THEIR ROOMS. REMOVAL OF ANYTHING ELSE WILL RESULT IN INDIVIDUAL PUNISHMENT. THE FIRST TO REMOVE ALL ‘TUMORS’ WILL HAVE A GAME CLEARED.

surgical removal..? though you encouraged the idea of medical school, blood wasn’t really your thing- neither was biology. you look around, theres only four of you, and you’re starting to become painfully aware of the band on your wrist, is it getting tighter or is that your mind?

the man with one arm sighs, and fixes his posture, and makes way to a door with a heart imprinted on it. you look at your phone, it has given you the spade shape- and you take your place to the third door. to your left, the girl you spoke to has been chosen for clubs- and the woman has been designated for diamond.

you each enter your respective rooms and the door shuts behind you. it seems to be an office, a television is placed on the wall in front of you- though it seems to be off. a single industrial light illuminates the room, hanging off of the cement ceiling. there are bookcases and a rolling chair placed naturally as well. but what catches your eye is a sheet placed over a silver table. your patient is waiting.

the tv lights up, and the 2 hour countdown has begun.

you see a patient file ontop of the chair, and open it up. there, you find the odd names for several tumors diagnosed to the hopefully fake body. there are four, and you’ve never cut up a person before. the idea of it starts to make you gag harshly- but the overbearingly loud ticking from the tv brings you to your senses.

each listed tumor has a card symbol beside it, and the pale dead man in front of you begs for your attention. the first you decide to go for is the angiosarcoma, linked with a heart symbol.

you browse the books behind you, searching for anything on anatomy- until you finally spot one in the top shelf. you continue your rapid search, the time going down more as you look for health science information. scoring it and shakingly looking for the desired cancer amongst the table of contents. flipping to the page, its detailed and graphic in every nature, but its enough to tell you what you need to do to get out. you sit up straight and lift the sheet completely off of the man- seeing the deep purple and black spotting on his right hip and grab the scalpel amongst the tools next to his body.

getting to work, you disgustingly plunge the scalpel into his hip, and cut jaggedly like a true amateur. the idea of mixing his still blood with your dusted and dirty hands makes you cringe, but you still pull the flap of skin back to use the tongs to grip onto the tumor that comically is shaped most definitely like a heart. cutting it out, you throw it onto the silver plate between the man’s legs.

3 more to go.

the tv stops the time at 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 57 seconds. looking up, it flickers to a 3-way split screen and you can clearly see all of the other players, the lights dim for all 3, but you don’t lose sight of how the one-armed man has a woman in front of him, her serene frame degraded by his lengthy and bloody cuts on her ribs, his hand and shirt has her freshly dead blood on him and you see the frustration is rising in him. he doesn’t notice he’s being watched, and you wished he did so maybe he would stop. but he doesn’t, and he claws out a chunk of her and throws it into the bin. suddenly, he starts screaming- thrashing around as you see the bracelet on his arm expand and push wired needles into his forearm. they’re electrocuting him and hes gargling on his own spit and blood.

you look away quickly, and notice the older woman simply staring at the bookself, the cloth on the dead patient has not been touched. you assume she gives up.

the girl however, has books littering the floor, shes hunched over the female body given to her- and you can see her using her knee to pin down spots of flesh so she can remove her selected tumor.

your light dims.

this is incredibly real to you, and you rapidly start to move on to the next tumor. merkel cell carcinoma listed has a diamond placed against it, and you search his whole body for something you saw in the textbook. and it takes a while, before your light dims again. you look up- but the tv has stayed on the time, the playing broadcast has ended for you.

its harder to see now, and you rely on your fingers to feel the smooth but protruding bumps on the backside of his neck. within ten minutes, you have thrown the diamond tumor into the plate. and the tv flickers back to the broadcast- pausing your time once again at 48 minutes.

you notice the woman’s light is completely out, her figure is practically invisible to you. the man twitches with every movement- the volts have traumatized his body. but the girl is relentless. she’s aggressively tossing the dead woman in her room, bending her neck over a pile of books as she uses the butt of her scalpel to feel down the woman’s spine.

you’re wasting time staring at them. you need to finish.

the third, melanoma spotted on the back calf of his left leg, was simple- but its removal was difficult and has left you with 19 minutes remaining.

you’re eager to get this over with, the last tumor however, is blanked out by black marker and has the spade symbol against it. how are you supposed to solve that? you would be able to see it maybe if your light was fully lit, but its near pitch black in the room. panic seeps in.

you search for anything in the two books- but there are no special indents, pages out, bookmarks- nothing. you just stare at the time, at 7 minutes, you know you won’t win.

until you stare longer at the tv, and see the barely visible reflection of your door. you quickly turn- and see the ribbed detailing on the flatly grey door thats shut against the walls. on the other side, spade was imprinted into the door… why has the imprint not gone through? you trace the ribbed door, feeling its curves.

curves?

you feel the detailing once more, and it feels like its forming an eye. eye cancer.

you rush to the book, and you can sense the light beginning to flicker again.

you search among the various eye tumors listed, and reach over the poor man you are about to deface and see nothing wrong in his eye, until you lift the lid of his right eye.

its pupil is pale with grey and yellow.

retinoblastoma.

but you cant remove it without taking out his eye, and you remember what happened to the man. but if the lady was truthful, you did not want death’s demons to bring you to your end so quickly.

with bravery you grip onto the edge of his socket, speaking a desperate apology before popping the eye out and the light flickering out.

how are you to see this now? the eye had not ripped its nerves so you were not yet punished. yet.

the only light is from the tv screen, turning your 3 minutes into 2. you begin to jump off the table, and push it closer to the wall with the tv, grabbing the man and slumping him against it as you lift the face towards the television where the light gracefully points out the yellow matter in the back of his eye.

once removed, your light comes back on, and its nearly blinding. you did it

the broadcast begins again- the woman is still in darkness, but the screams she makes are noticeable regardless. all three get injected by their bracelets- the man is sobbing and weeping like a child because he has already known the pain. the girl screams, kicking the silver plate across the room as her arm tenses and burns against the needles. she stares at the camera, shes found it. and she stares into your soul with hate.

she joins the dead body when the needles dig completely into her.

GAME CLEARED! CONGRATULATIONS!

you can feel the bile rising in your throat as the tv shuts off and the spades door opens and greets you with the now empty entranceway- with a single white table holding a two of diamonds playing card.

they’re really dead.

#chishiya shuntarou #chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #niragi alice in borderland #alice in borderland #kuina alice in borderland #arisu alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff #aib headcanons

40 notes · View notes

my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

Text

Cariño [Part 5]

Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged?

Cariño Masterlist

Summary: “Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.

Stealing the ankh was always going to be too easy.

A/N: Sorry this chapter has taken so long!

Warnings: typos, kissing, reader can't speak Spanish, please let me know if I have missed a warning

Word Count: 1628

___________________

You weren’t sure why you had worried about getting upstairs. It had been almost too easy.

You had presumed that there would be at least some security, or barrier, or something. Seemed like Malay was another classic born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-his-mouth type that thought nothing could ever go wrong for him. And put too much faith in his security cameras.

More fool him.

The room you needed (3rd floor, god, why did his man need so many floors and rooms – everything was boringly minimalistic. It’s not like he needed the space.) was protected by a seven digit pin code.

You put your gloves and punched the numbers in. It would have been boringly simple to hack even if you didn’t have the code.

Jake followed close behind you, quiet with a faint frown of concentration on his face. It was like he was listening to something in the far distance.

Honestly, it was a little off putting, him being there. Someone watching you work. It was like you were performing, your hands shook with minute tremors that didn’t usually appear. But that was what it was always like when Jake was around.

The room was cooler than the other places in the house, the air conditioning buzzed lightly in the background. There were no windows, and only the one door. You closed it behind Jake as he stepped over the threshold.

There was a small woosh of air and thud-click as it shut.

Jake quirked an eyebrow at you. “We’ll be able to get out of here, right?” There was a hint of a smile at his lips, an injection of humour into his words. But it didn’t reach his eyes.

You nodded.

Jake swallowed and looked away, glancing around the room.

It was large, spacious with rows of cabinets housing precious art and artifacts from around the world.

But the lighting was static, cold. Meant to keep any possible damage to the treasures to a minimum, despite the face that they were sealed away. It was like a hospital.

The still air and lack of exits made the space smaller than it was, the walls closer. Like a tomb. Like a coffi-

“It’s over here.” You said, breaking Jake out of his thoughts. You had been watching him carefully as you found the ankh’s location.

There was a skittishness about him that you’d never seen before. A slight tense of his muscles. A subtle thing that he held well.

“You okay?”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

You paused, in two minds before asking, “do you want me to prop the door open?”

“No.” He shook his head. It was obvious that he was lying. “Don’t want to attract unnecessary attention, do we?”

“No one knows we’re here.” You spoke softly.

“Don’t want to risk it.”

“Okay.”

You managed to tear your eyes away from him for long enough to go back to the task at hand.

There were no locks here, and it was easy enough to open the fifth drawer, take out the replica of the ankh in your bag and replace the real thing with it.

You felt, more than heard, Jake move near you, hovering just behind.

“Here,” you turned, smiling, and holding the ankh out to him. “Does this meet with your approval?”

You placed it carefully in his hands before going back and closing the draw.

Jake ran his fingers over the etched hieroglyphics, nodding.

There was a small change in the air, a momentary breeze. You frowned. There must be something wrong with the air conditioning.

“Shall we go?”

Jake finally looked up at you and nodded once again before slipping the ankh into his inside jacket pocket.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it, but you lightly took hold of the wrist of his free hand and guided him gently to the door.

The pounding of his heart ran up through your fingers. He didn’t try to pull away.

You let go the second you were both out, your thumb tingled where you had brushed it over the back of his hand.

Heat has risen to your cheeks. You breathed in, a little too deeply, trying to get a hold of yourself before you turned back to Jake, your mouth open to speak.

The words never came out.

Jake’s face was tense, alert, his jaw clenched and his head bent to the side. Listening.

It was only then that you heard it. The faint crackle of a radio and booted footsteps. A guard.

Your eyes widened at the realisation. A brief flare of irritation ignited in your might. This wasn’t what was meant to happen. This wasn’t part of their protocol. Why the hell did they have to be wandering around now?

The emotion was quickly swallowed down and overcome with a spike of fear. This was what went wrong.

Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you down the corridor, his footsteps light and quick. You followed close behind him as he opened a door and hauled you both inside, shutting it just in time as the corridor came into the guard’s line of sight.

It was dark, but the faint light from outside was enough to illuminate the room. You glanced around quickly, the schematics for this building that you’d poured over playing out behind your eyes. This was a guest bedroom. Too high to jump. No way out.

Jake kept your hand in his as both of you listened intently for any sound in the corridor outside. The music from the garden floated in, barely audible over your racing heart and breathing.

There was another crackle of the radio. Footsteps. And the sounds of doors opening and closing, growing closer and closer and closer.

Jake tensed beside you.

This was not good. You both needed to be out of here without any altercation.

While there was a good chance that the both of you could incapacitate one guard, it wouldn’t be long before there’d be more. With guns.

Besides, even if you did get out, Malay's reach was wide, escaping his radar was something very few did.

Another door opening. Footsteps. It seemed like he wasn’t just doing a once over either. The guard was searching the rooms, not that there was much to hide behind in this minimalistic nightmare anyway.

Seeking passed him while he was in another room seemed too dangerous, but what other option did you hav-

A thought sparked in your mind. You winced. Internally trying to push it away, to think of something else. But you came up empty.

Another door opening, so much closer now.

You turned to Jake, pulling at his hand to get his attention. You could see the frown on his face even in the weak light.

“Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.

But it seemed like Jake was on the same wavelength.

His lips crashed into yours. His hands coming up to cup your face and guide you backwards, pushing you up against the wall. The speed in which he moved took your breath away.

He swallowed down the small gasp of surprise that escaped your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You grabbed at his biceps, screwing up the material of his jacket as he leaned in closer to you. You tried to push down the heat that flared along your skin, the longing that threatened to explode in your heart and overload your mind. This was just cover, this was just cover, this was just-

Jake pressed his body flush against yours, easing himself between your legs and sliding his hand down your right thigh. He took hold just behind your knee, his fingers warm and sure but so careful not to bruise despite the almost fevered rush in which he moved.

He groaned into your mouth as he lifted your leg up and over his hip, keeping his hand on your skin and holding it in place as he rocked against you, licking further into your mouth and-

The door opened. There was a flash of light.

You had briefly forgotten the whole point of this exercise.

Jake turned towards the light as you shied away from it, tucking your face into Jake’s neck as it blocked you from the intruder’s vision.

The guard made an apologetic sound. “Sorry, erm,” his Italian accent was strong, but his English was perfect. “This area, is off limits, I-”

“Oh, we are so sorry.” Jake smiled; the rumble of his words reverberated through his chest into yours. He sounded so confident, composed and sure of himself. Charming. “Just looking for a little private time.” He still hadn’t let go of your leg.

“Of course.” The awkwardness in the guard’s voice was enough to make heat rise to your face, as if it hadn’t already. “But I have to ask you to-”

“We’ll be out. Momentarily.”

The urge to hit Jake for that was so strong you nearly didn’t stop yourself.

The guard began to speak again before Jake cut him off.

“Just need a moment to look presentable.” Another dashing smile. “We won’t be a second.”

The guard paused before he nodded. “Of course.” And closed the door.

You both stayed still, Jake holding his breath as you heard the guard’s footsteps move away and a door open further down the corridor as he continued his patrol.

Jake put your leg down slowly, as if his touch could break it. You hurriedly smoothed down your dress, preferring to look anywhere except the man in front of you.

“Sorry.” He whispered. The sincerity of his voice was shocking in the quiet.

You stared up at him, confused.

He waited a moment before he grinned wickedly. “I smudged your lipstick.”

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites @jake-g-lockleyy @raven-rkn-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem @oscarisaacsspit @welcometostayingawake @mbakubabe @solobagginses @melodygatesauthor @dumdaradumdaradum

#fanfic #jake lockley #jake lockley x f!reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #x reader #x you #x female reader #x f!reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #my writing

103 notes · View notes

dialovers-translations · 2 years

Text

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD ”Ryoutei Academy’s ★ Nocturnal Mystery-Solving Exploration Team”

Original title:「夜の★嶺帝学院の謎解き探検隊」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This is probably the most enjoyable tokuten CD I’ve listened to in a while! I really liked the vibe the boys had going on and the whole ‘school mysteries’ is a very popular topic in Japanese media so I’m not surprised that DL decided to cover it as well. My favorite part is the end though. I absolutely love how the whole North Pole thing continues to be a running gag ever since the early years of the franchise.

→ LIKE MY TRANSLATIONS? SUPPORT ME ON KO-FI!

Shin: …So, why did you have us gather out here?

Ruki: My thoughts exactly. Depending on your answer, you might be in trouble.

Ayato: Haah…!? Oh come on, don’t get your panties in a knot! I was so kind to invite you guys for some real fun!

Kanato: Ugh…’Real fun’, huh? For some reason, I have a bad feeling about that.

Kou: Exactly! I doubt that Ayato-kun’s definition of ‘real fun’ is anything decent.

Shuu: Haah…Oi, Ayato. What is going on here?

Ayato: Ahー Ahem. I have decided to gather you all today for one reason and one reason only ー To investigate the mysterious phenomena which are said to take place at this very academy!

Ruki: Why?

Ayato: Because it sounds fun, duh! I was just feelin’ a lil’ bored and doin’ this sounds way better than having to sit through those borin’ classes, right? Besidesーー

The other boys sigh in unison.

Ayato: Wait, oi! Where are you fuckers goin’!?

Shuu: What do you mean? Home, obviously? …Such nonsense.

Ruki: Exactly. It’s so ridiculous, it’s not even worth wasting the energy by getting upset about it.

Kou: My thoughts exactly~ I mean, I’ve always known how childish Ayato-kun can be, but this exceeded even my expectations.

Kanato: Haah…I have to admit that I’m a little embarrassed.

Shin: Both of us don’t have it easy with our older brothers, do we?

Kanato: Yes, exactly. …Actually, I’m somewhat surprised that we can actually agree on something for once.

Ayato teleports in front of them.

*Woosh*

Ayato: Oh come on, don’t say that! Just wait one second, okay? You guys really don’t wait for the other person to finish talking, do you?

Ruki: That is not something I want to hear from you, Sakamaki Ayato.

Kanato: You claim that there’s more to your story, but what else do you want us to do aside from investigate this school’s unsolved mysteries?

Ayato: Hehehe…This stays between us, okay?

He steps closer.

Ayato: Truth isーー...

Shin: Ah…!?

Ayato: Oh come on, just listen!

Kou: Hm…~ What do you want?

Ayato explains.

Ayato: ーー And there you have it.

Kanato: …!! …Excuse me!? Our Father hid a secret treasure somewhere in this school…!?

Ruki: Furthermore, to pinpoint the location of this treasure, one needs to gain hints by investigating the various mysteries surrounding this school?

Ayato: Didn’t I tell you it’s a secret!? Don’t say it out loud!

Ruki: Heh. If past stories have told me anything, no secret can be kept forever.

Kou: Way to go, Ruki-kun! If it can’t remain a secret forever anyway, might as well just reveal it now, right?

Ayato: …You and your stupid reasoning…

Shuu: Ridiculous…

Shuu turns around.

Shuu: Who’s going to believe that when you’ve got zero proof? Haah…I’m leaving now, okay?

He starts walking away.

Shin: You try and cover it up that way, but you’re actually just trying to get a headstart on us and keep the treasure all for yourself, aren’t you?

Shuu: Hah…?

Kanato: Speaking of which, Reiji cut down on your pocket money the other day, did he not?

Shuu: …! …He didn’t.

Kou: Eh…!? Shuu-kun looks shaken up! Which means it’s true!?

Ayato: I mean, I doubt any of you guys know about this school’s mysteries, do you? They’re not that easy to discover, even if you were to start lookin’ into them right now. Therefore, it only makes sense to rely on Yours Truly as I’ve thoroughly researched all of them leading up to today!

Kanato: …You’re suspiciously well-prepared for once.

Ruki: I can only imagine there’s some kind of catch to this.

Ayato: Think of it whatever you want! Only those who actually agree with me should bother stickin’ along. We can split the treasure we find between us. …In other words, the less people join, the better for me. Hehehe…

The others gather around to discuss the matter.

Kou: You heard him. …What should we do?

Ruki: Personally, I can’t trust a single thing coming from that guy.

Shin: Good point. It also bothers me how vague everything sounds.

Kanato: Yes. Besides, whenever Ayato makes such offers, it always spells trouble. No exceptions.

Kou: Uwah! …Which means that something bad will most definitely happen this time too!? It’d be in our best interest not to get involved then!

Shuu: …

Kanato: What will you do, Shuu? Don’t tell me you’re actually in?

Shuu: Well…We can always just casually tag along as a way to kill some time, right?

Ruki: …What has caused this change of heart today?

Shin: He must be really upset about the decreased pocket money.

Kanato: Hm…What will the rest of you do?

Kou: Hmー I mean, today’s my day off so I don’t have anything else to do…While I don’t particularly care much about the treasure, I am kind of curious about this school’s mysteries~

Ruki: Good grief…If Kou decides to join, I’ll have no other choice but to do so as well.

Shin: Haah!? Did you guys hit your heads or something!? I mean…I guess the mysteries do sound kind of intriguing.

Kanato: In other words, you’re all going to join Ayato in his investigation?

Shuu: What will you do?

Kanato: …Haah. You leave me little choice. I’ll tag along as well. I could care less about these ‘mysteries’, but if it turns out that there truly was a hidden treasure, I’ll be the only one missing out on it.

Ruki: You heard us, Sakamaki Ayato.

Ayato: Heh…’Kay! It’s settled then! Let’s get straight toーー

Ruki: One second!

Ayato: …Ah? What?

Ruki: If we start investigating without a plan, we’ll only waste time. Tell us about the mysteries you have already researched first. I believe we will have more success if we first decide on the ideal way to go about the investigation, before taking any action.

Ayato: Is that how it works? I mean, sure…Umー I’m pretty sure I put it here…

*Flip*

Ayato: There it is! I took notes on this piece of paper!

Kou: Heeh…Taking notes and such kind of reminds me of a detective!

Ayato: Right?

Shuu: But what’s the point in notes when they’re indecipherable?

Kanato: The handwriting is so sloppy, I can’t make out a single word.

Shin: You got the kanji wrong over here though? …Haha, look at what you wrote! (1)

Ayato: …No I didn’t!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …God. I’ll read it out loud now, okay? ーー ‘Number one: Grunting sounds coming from the infirmary. Number two: Blood stains found in the storage room. Number three: A foul stench lingering in the backyard. Number four: Sudden laughter erupting from the music classroom. Number five: A wandering ghost in the underground library. Number six: The menu written on the cafeteria’s wall suddenly changing. And last but not least…A cursed video tape found in the audio-visual classroom.’ That’s all.

Ruki: You actually did proper research. I’ve heard rumors about a few of those before as well.

Shuu: Haah…They all sound ridiculous. …Anyway, Ayato. About this investigation…We basically have to unravel the mystery, right?

Ayato: I guess so?

Kanato: You brushed over the actual important part, didn’t you? …Besides, how will we get hints on where Father’s treasure could be hidden by unraveling those mysteries? What even is this treasure to begin with?

Kou: Hmー... Karlheinz-sama made many donations to this school in exchange for allowing us to enroll, didn’t he? So we can assume that he is involved with the management of this school to a certain degree.

Ruki: I see. That does sound like something he would come up with.

Shuu: What do you mean?

Ruki: Heh. I am surprised that you - his blood-related son - cannot read his mind. In other words, to ensure that the autonomy of this school is protected by its own students, he deliberately prepared a reward to push us to investigate the mysteries.

Shin: Seems kind of unnecessary though? Wouldn’t it be much easier to just straight-up ask people to solve the mysteries?

Kanato: No…I would not put it past him. He wants to make a game out of everything after all.

Ruki: Oi, Sakamaki Ayato. …That’s the case, isn’t it?

Ayato: Don’t ask me! I was only informed of these rumors by the Familiars.

Shuu: So you invited us to join you without actually knowing the full story yourself? …Actually, why us in the first place?

Ayato: I didn’t put much thought behind it. I mean, I couldn’t be bothered to call up the whole gang, so I just picked random members.

Ruki: Oh well. I believe that our hypothesis is most likely accurate. Let us get this investigation started at once.

Kou: Let’s see…Right now we’re on the rooftop, so the closest location would be the music classroom!

Kanato: Let’s go take a look right away.

Ayato: God…Look at them all excited now. Geez. I’m the one who brought this up in the first place, remember!?

They head towards the music classroom.

*TIMESKIP*

*Rattle*

Ruki: …There’s nobody here.

Shin: The mystery said something about a sudden laughing voice, right?

Ayato: Yeah! If you want a little more information…

*Flip*

Ayato: This rumor started just a few days ago. Apparently one of the students suddenly heard a male, laughing voice erupt out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

Kou: A few days ago, huh…?

Kanato: Anyway, Ayato, why did you take your research so seriously? Something smells fishy about this…

Ayato: Well, you knowーー

Ruki: If I had to guess…I’d say that you’re hooked on Friday’s late-night drama called ‘Vampire Detective’, aren’t you?

Ayato: …!! How do you know!?

Ruki: Last week’s episode happened to feature school mysteries as well, so I had a faint suspicion…but I guess I was right, huh?

Kou: Heeh~ Now that’s unexpected. I didn’t know you watch TV dramas too, Ayato-kun! Actually, one of the younger guys at my agency actually plays the role of the protagonist in that show!

Ayato: …!! For real…!?

Shuu: The way you got excited about that…It kind of makes me gag.

Ayato: …W-What’s the problem!? Anyway, that doesn’t matter right now! Let’s investigate the case of the laughing voice at the music classroom!

Kanato: What exactly should we investigate then?

Shin: Hmー Since they’re talking ‘music classroom’, the cliché would be something like the eyes of Beethoven’s portrait glowing or something, right?

They walk around.

Kou: A laughing voice, huh? I’ve never heard anything like that. I actually use this classroom by myself quite often, you see.

Ruki: By yourself? …Don’t tell me you also come here to skip classes?

Kou: Of course not! …Actually, we ran into each other here once, didn’t we, Shuu-kun?

Shuu: Now that you mention it, that did happen once…I came here to take a nap but I believe this guy…

Kou: I wanted to practice my lines! For my upcoming TV drama! This classroom is soundproof, which is perfect because it means I can speak as loud as I want while practicing.

*Snap*

Ayato: That’s it!

Kanato: Hm? What has gotten into you all of a sudden…?

Ayato: You know, I solved the mystery!

Shin: Ah…? Don’t tell me…Somebody overheard Kou practicing his lines and that’s how the mystery was born?

Shuu: Now that you mention that…You were practicing in the dark without putting the lights on, weren’t you?

Kou: I only did that because I find it easier to keep my focus that way.

Ruki: In that case, I suppose it’s only natural one of the human students would get the wrong idea.

Shuu: Good grief. What a troublemaker.

Kou: Eeeh…!? So I’m to blame!?

Kanato: I mean, you can’t deny that you did something misleading?

Kou: Hmー I don’t quite agree but…Anyway, we solved one mystery so I guess that’s what matters. Let’s move onto the next one! The next!

Ayato: The closest place from here would be…

Ruki: The audio-visual room. Let’s go.

*TIMESKIP*

*Rattle*

Shin: Ugh…Coast is clear once again. Here we have to investigate some kind of cursed video tape, right?

Ayato: Yeah! Apparently it can be found mixed in with the other tapes and if you accidentally watch it, you’ll get cursed!

Ruki: Video tapes in this day and age? That’s rather old-fashioned.

Kanato: So we’re supposed to find it on this shelf with tapes?

Shuu: Haah…This is too much trouble. I’m going to take a nap over here. Wake me up once you find it, okay?

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Wha…!? Oi, you bastard! Don’t be sleepin’ on the job!

Shuu: …Zzー … Zzー …

Ayato: That was hella quick! …We’re not sharing any of the treasure with you, do you hear me!?

Kou: …Oh!

Ruki: Hm? Kou, is something the matter?

Kou: Mmh…There’s a single tape stashed in between two shelves over here.

Kou tries to grab it.

Kou: …Got it!

Kanato: Hmー There’s nothing written on the label.

Ruki: Could this be the cursed tape?

Kou: Eeeh…!? I just touched it!

*Thud*

Ayato: …Oh come on! You won’t get cursed just from touching it! If it’s broken now because you dropped it, we’ll never be able to solve the mystery!

Shuu: Nn…Shut up…

*Rustle*

Shin: Hey, Shuu. Are you aware that your back’s covered in crumbs?

Shuu: Hm…?

*Rustle*

Shuu: Whoever sat on this chair must have been snacking on something…

Kanato: *sniffs* It smells sweet…and lovely. …This is the scent of macarons!

Kou: Wow, Kanato-kun, that’s one impressive sense of smell!

Kanato: Oh please, it was a piece of cake~

Ayato: Hm…

Shin: Ah? Ayato. Why are you suddenly all quiet? Did something click inside your head?

Ayato: No but…The audio-visual room, a video tape and macarons…I kind of have a bad feeling about this.

Kanato: What do you mean?

Shuu: Ahー I get it now…

Kou: Hm? What’s this bad hunch you speak of?

Ruki: Kou. I believe we should drop the topic now. …Oi, we solved the mystery now, correct?

Ayato: Pretty much. I’m pretty sure ‘that guy’ is behind it.

Shin: Ah…? Who is ‘that guy’ then?

Kou: I have no clue! Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun by considering its case closed before even watching the tape?

Kou plays the tape.

Kou: There we go… ーー And play!

*Beep*

Ruki: Oi, cut it out! Stop the video!

Kou: Eeh~? No way! It’s no fun when only you guys get what’s going on!

Kanato: Exactly! It frustrated me how you know something which I don’t!

Shin: What he said!

Ruki: Haah…Good grief.

Ayato: Not my problem.

Shuu: Don’t complain to us afterwards no matter what you end up seeing.

*TIMESKIP*

They are walking in the hallway.

Shin: That truly was a cursed video…

Kou: My eyes…have been tainted.

Kanato: Uuu…Hic…Uu…

Ruki: That’s why I tried to stop you.

Ayato: How come you couldn’t figure out that Mr. Shitty Fedora was behind this one by putting audio-visual classroom, video tape and macarons together? It was clear as day!

Shin: How was I supposed to know!? …Or rather, you should have tried a little harder to stop us! …No, actually, you could have just straight-up told us that Sakamaki Laito had been watching some questionable video at school!

Ruki: Anyway, let’s forget about that video and get back to business. We need to investigate the next mystery.

Shin: Wait, one second! Before we do that, let’s track back to what happened earlier one more time. I’m kind of starting to see a pattern here. Could it be that somebody we know is behind the next mystery as well?

Ruki: Now that you mention it…Shin might be onto something here.

*Flip*

Ayato: That being said, the five mysteries left are the following: ‘grunts coming from the infirmary, blood stains found in the storage room, a stench in the backyard, the always-changing menu at the cafeteria and a ghost wandering around the underground library.’

Kou: This is just a hunch but could the foul odor in the backyard be…

Ruki: Yuma is behind that one.

Kanato: Would you care to explain?

Ruki: He mentioned something about scattering compost over the vegetables in the school’s garden the other day.

Shin: Compost…!? Haahー …I mean, I figured that might be the case, and I guess it actually is.

Ayato: Then could the grunts coming from the infirmary and the blood stains in the storage also be…?

Shuu: I had a nightmare while napping at the infirmary the other day. I might have grunted in my sleep as well.

Ruki: As for the storage room…I’m sure that rings a bell for all of us, no? I can imagine quite a few of us have used that place to suck someone’s blood.

Ayato: …! Now that you mention it, I bit Chichinashi there just the other day…

Ruki: See?

Kou: Eeeh~? Which leaves just two…?

Shin: Now that I think about it, I remember spotting Reiji over at the underground library the other day. He seemed a little shaky on his legs, I also mistook him for a ghost for a second.

Kanato: Reiji likes to lock himself up in the library for days on end every once in a while, mumbling to himself while researching god-knows-what.

Ayato: Which means Reiji is the ‘ghost of the underground library’.

Ruki: Good grief…Which means us Vampires are the ones behind most of the mysteries surrounding this academy.

Shuu: I’m pretty sure the last one will be no exception either? Ridiculous…

Ayato: The final one left is the cafeteria’s menu which keeps on being rewritten.

Kou: Rewritten, huh? …Does anyone have an idea who could be behind this one?

The others start thinking.

Kanato: …What do you even mean by ‘rewritten’?

Ayato: Nah, I don’t know the details either, but from what I was told, somebody always changed the school’s staple dish of pork liver and chives stir-fry to a certain different menu.

Shin: Pork liver and chives stir-fry, huh…?

Ruki: I can’t imagine there’s a Vampire behind this one.

Kou: Hmー I’m pretty sure it’ll be closed at this hour but why don’t we go take a look at the cafeteria?

Shuu: Yeah…That seems like the quickest way to deal with it. Let’s hurry up and get this investigation over with so we can get a hint on where the Old Man’s treasure is hidden.

They leave for the cafeteria.

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Nobody’s here.

Ruki: The menu would be…That one written over there, right?

They approach the wall which displays the menu.

Ruki: ‘Special of the day: Pork liver and chives stir-fry.’ It’s still on here.

Kou: Which means if we hide somewhere and wait, we might be able to witness the menu changing!?

Shuu: Haah…What a drag.

Kanato: However, it’s the only way to end this whole ordeal.

Kou: Anyway, you mentioned it being changed to a ‘certain different menu’ earlier, didn’t you? What exactly is this other menu then?

Ayato: How should I know!?

Kou: Haah…!?

Ayato: I didn’t look into that part.

Ruki: Failing at the very last moment, huh?

Ayato: Oh shut up! I ran out of time!

Shin: Guess we have no other choice then. Let’s hide in the shadows and see how things play out.

Shin moves underneath one of the desks.

Shin: From underneath this desk, you have a perfect view of the menu.

The others join him.

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Hm…

Ruki: Ugh…

Kanato: …It’s cramped underneath here…Also, I’m feeling a little peckish.

Ruki: We’re Vampires. It’s all in your head. …Anyway, can’t you guys move a bit further to the back?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Don’t push me…!

Shuu: Haah…

Shin: …!

Ayato: I can hear footsteps…

Kou: Who could it be at this hour of the day?

Ruki: It must be the person changing the menu.

Shin: Okay, then…

*Rustle*

Shuu: Hm? What has gotten into you all of a sudden?

Shin: I’m going to catch the culprit, duh? That’ll save us the most time!

Shin moves from underneath the desk.

*Rustle*

Shin: ーー Oi! Are you the bastard always changing the cafeteria’s most popular menu item!? Reveal yourself! …Hey, I’m talking to yoーー

*Rustle*

Shin: …Wait!?

He blinks.

Shin: Eh? ….Eeeeeeh…!? Don’t tell me…No way…W-Wait…!

Shuu: Hm? They seem to be arguing or something?

Ayato: Shin seems to be losin’ it, but it’s too dark, I can’t see what’s going on.

Ruki: Actually, even from the back that person seems oddly familiar…

Kou: Wait…Huh!?

Kanato: Eeh!?

Everyone: Carla…!?

*BOOM*

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Ahー I’m a top idol, you know?

Ruki: I guess a Demon was behind the last mystery after all…

Shuu: Haah…So, why has Carla been sneakily changing the school’s menu?

Shin: Nii-san, you see…He hates liver and chives stir-fry.

Kanato: …!! …Over such a stupid reason!?

Ayato: Haah…Honestly, I should have looked up the dish it got changed to beforehand.

Shin: Exactly. If only you had done that, we wouldn’t have ended up all battered and bruised like this.

Kanato: Uu…Hic…He didn’t have to blow up the entire cafeteria just because we caught him red-handed, right? Uuー...

Ruki: Honestly, what a short-tempered man he is.

Shuu: Anyway, this solved the mystery. Now where’s this hint to the Old Man’s treasure…?

*Flap flap flap*

Kou: Oh…? A Familiar!

*Thud*

Kanato: …Hm? It dropped something.

*Flip*

Kanato: This is…A letter from Father, it seems.

Ayato: Which means he’ll tell us where we can find his treasure!?

Shuu: Oi, Kanato. Hurry up and open the letter and read it to us.

Kanato: One second, please…

*Rustle*

*Flip*

Kanato: Let’s see… ‘One must pay for their own mistakes. Demon partners in crime, you who had the audacity to wreak havoc at the Academy, you should be ashamed…of yourself. …F-From…Karlheinz…’

Shuu: Hah…?

*Flip*

Kou: Hm? Something fell on the ground…

Kou picks it up.

Kou: Eh? Plane tickets…?

Ruki: And the destination listed is…The North Pole?

Shuu: …!!

Kou: Ahaha…Hahaha…As to be expected of that man, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a direct flight to the North Pole before.

Shin: Good grief…In other words, the ‘secret treasure’ turned out to be a punishment from Karlheinz? Haah…

Shuu: Oi, Ayato! …How are you going to fix this?

Ayato: Me? …Not my problem! Anyway! You guys said you were on board for it!

Kanato: Uu…Hic…I really don’t want this! The North Pole is out of the question!

Ruki: You may say that, but we can’t exactly oppose him, can we?

Kou: Ahー God! This sucks~~~!!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) I had to change this part because I honestly have no idea what the mistake in Ayato’s writing could have been. Shin calls him out for having written ‘ふがっし’, but they never mention what it should have actually been and I don’t have a single clue. ^^;; It’s a running gag for Ayato to get the kanji of words wrong though, so I assume that’s where the problem lies.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers drama cd #diabolik lovers translation

318 notes · View notes

httpswwwtbhkcom · 2 years

Note

Hi could you do cheater hanako x fem!reader. Hanako felt that y/n was not paying him attention and he to get her back he started hanging out with yashiro more and y/n went in the bathroom to find them making out.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

A/n: OH MY GOSH THAT’S SO SMART- WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT– I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request!

THIS TOOK SO LONG IMSORRY– YOU PROBABLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! JUST FORGET THAT IT’S BEEN SO LONG KAY?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Title: Empty Promises

Pairing: Hanako(Yugi Amane) x Reader

[@httpswwwtbhkcom’s masterlist]

Warnings: slight ooc characters, not proofread, mentions of cheating, grammar errors,

In this story, all the characters are slightly older than what they canonically. Yashiro being 16-17ish, Y/n being Yashiro’s senior, is 17ish going 18, Teru is also 17 going 18, something like that. But you can ignore this as it isn’t much of a changer in the story(except the parts where Y/n going to college is mentioned- Just do whatever you’d like with this info)

Genre: Angst

Keys:

Y/n- your name, s/o- significant other,

Reader: Female

Click here to see the other part(s) - Part 1 (Here) - Part 2

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Good morning, my Y/n! How was your night?” He wrapped himself around you as you organized paperworks at the student council room. “Were you thinking about me?” He asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows.

You scoffed and chuckled. “Maybe.” He awed “You definitely did! Bet I was your knight in shining armor. And you were my damsel in distress.” Rolling your eyes, your mind immediately came up with an idea. You slightly leaned onto him as you looked up to meet a curious pair of eyes.

“Oh my knight in shining armor, please do help me, your damsel, in distress.” You added sarcasm to the last words. He grinned, now playing along. “Oh my lovely princess, what can I, your knight, aid you with?”

You handed Hanako a huge pile of papers and sat on your chair, filling out some paperwork. “Can you place them on the President’s desk?” You gave him a sweet yet smug smile. He groaned. “You baited me! Again!” He complained, pouting at you. You laughed, waving your hand. “You are going to help your damsel right? Well, off you go! I’ll give you a reward when you come back~”.

“Oh and greet Teru for me!” You exclaimed, giving him a kiss before continuing your work.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Hanako continued to frown as he fled towards the said president’s office. ‘I hate this.’ he grumbled to himself, before remembering he could teleport. He called out his haku-joudai and sent it to Teru’s office. It failed. “Huh?” He said confused. Then it dawned on him. “Right, that ‘School Prince’ placed a barrier. Great.”

He continued to float towards the office with a grumpy face.

Once near the destination, Hanako put on a happy facade and quickly knocked the wall, knowing that electricity was flowing through the door. “Come in!” A smooth male voice said from the other side. “I would if you take out the barrier!” Hanako exclaimed back.

A woosh was heard before the President himself came out with a faux smile on his face. “Come in. Hanako.” He said the name with venom that Hanako immediately obliged. Once inside, Teru frowned and crossed his arms, watching the ghost’s every move. Hanako scoffed then smiled. “No need to be rude, jeez. I’m just here to give you the paperworks from Y/n. She said hi.”

The blond male sighed. “Just place them on my desk. I really have to tell her to bring it herself next time..” He muttered to himself.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Hanako teleported back to your office to see that no one was there, he looked around. Were you hiding? Where did you go? He went around the hallways trying to find you and call your name.

“Y/n? Y/nnnnn- where are you?” He whined. “I sent the papers to him as promised. WHERE IS MY KISS?!”

Hanako looked left and right for you in the hallways. Each second, getting more and more worried. His worries were changed to relief then annoyed. You were with a student, who was close to you as he chatted with you. The student waved and bid goodbye after he needed whatever he asked from you.

You stood there, going back to the office until you noticed Hanako in the hallway. You sheepishly smiled and held his hand undetectably, then went back to the office. “Who was that?” He asked, as soon as possible when the two of you were in the room. “It’s a student asking for help about something.” You answered. He crossed his arms. “Asking you on a date?”

“What- No! He was asking for help with his assignment. We’re classmates.” He let out an ‘oh’, his arms falling beside him. You sighed and slightly shook your head. “I’m not going to dump you for someone else, Hanako. I only have eyes for you.”

He immediately smiled and tackled you to a hug. “Awww, I knew you wouldn’t cheat on me!” You hugged him back, smiling as well “Of course I wouldn’t.”. As a reward for helping you, you gave him the long awaited kiss, which he immediately warmed up to. After a long moment, you thought it was time to let go, once you did, Hanako whined, the warmth gone.

You sat back at your desk and began to write down on another worksheet. “Ugh, you’re always writing something.” He pouted, his translucent body resting on the table trying to cover the paper. You paid no mind. “I have to. It’s my college application.”

He shot up. “C-college?” You nodded. “Y-Y/n- you don’t need to go! Don’t go. You’ll have everything here- you can live here, you can- Tsuchigomori-sensei will teach you! You don’t need to leave..”

“It’s my last year here, Hanako. But don’t worry. It’ll be a few months more before I leave. I’ll visit you too if that makes you happy.”

He sighed, a frown still in his face. “You have to promise me that, Wouldn’t want your oh-so-lovely boyfriend alone do you?” You shook your head smiling, you and Hanako intertwining pinkies to bound the promise.

“I promise.” Hanako’s lips turned upwards to a grin.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Time skip to after school. Hanako hugged you from behind. “Finally! We can be together.” His voice was cheery. You gave him an apologetic smile. “I can’t Hanako. I have to continue to fill out my college application-”

“It’s always ‘Paperwork, paperwork. I have to finish my forms!’” He impersonated your voice. “I just want to hang out with you, is that too much to ask?!”

“I-”

“I just want to be with you! Since the start! I wanted us to be close! I thought that maybe after we got together, we’ll be together and you won’t leave me. Isn’t that how relationships work?!” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, while you watched him guiltily.

“Hanako I’m-” You reached for him but he slapped your hand away. He looked down. “I’m gonna get some fresh air. Give me time to cool off.” Before he could teleport away, he dared to look at you. Seeing the hurt and guilt in your eyes, he closed his eyes shut.

A moment after he left, you muttered his name. ‘I didn’t know this was affecting him that much.. I’m such a bad s/o..” You decided to do the form later and went to the bathroom, hoping to see Hanako there and apologize.

“Ah, Y/n-senpai!” Yashiro exclaimed, she stopped sweeping and noticed your sad expression. “Is everything alright? What’s wrong?”

You both sat on the cleaned floor, as you vented your feelings to Yashiro. She patted your shoulder for comfort as you sulked. “I’m sure you and Hanako-san will solve this problem soon. I know you both love each other so much.” She smiled, but her heart ached as she spoke.

“I guess.. But we’ve been a bit... We don’t hang out much anymore. I guess that’s mostly my fault because I’m always busy with work.”

“I’m sure he understands.”

The door opened to see Hanako. You quickly stood to your feet and tackled the ghost, muttering apologies. You felt Hanako slowly wrapping his arms around you, mentioning Yashiro and the mokkes to leave.

Once the door closed, he spoke up. “I’ve been a jerk to you too. You’re not the only one who’s regretting their decisions.” He stopped for a while, playing with the hem of your uniform. “Just please stay with me.”

“I will.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

After that argument, everything went back to normal. You continued to spend time with Hanako, and still managed to do your student council duties. With the help of Hanako, you managed to finish all your work for the time being.

But even after that, that doesn’t mean the other students won’t ask you for help.

“Why won’t they ask that school prince for help instead?” He waved his hand in front of the student, who was oblivious. “Maybe Teru’s busy. I’ll hang out with you later, Hana.” You muttered to Hanako.

“Did you say something?” The student looked at you from his paper, briefly pausing.

“Nope! Nothing.” You blurted out.

“Fine! I’ll hang out with Yashiro then.” Before you could bid him goodbye, he was out of your sight. You told the student to focus on his work while you thought about Hanako. ‘I hope I wasn’t too mean.’ You thought to yourself, brushing off the heavy feeling, as you told Hanako you’d hang out with him later.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You bid goodbye to the student before parting ways. You stretched your back, hoping to go back to your sweet-sweet bed and lie down. You yawned. “Going somewhere?” You jolted at the voice, turning around to see Teru smiling. “Yeah.” You quickly answered. “It’s late, you should rest. I’ll let Akane take care of the current work you have.”

You shook your head. “No need, I already finished all of them.” You turned your back, waving. “I have to go. You should go home Prez.”

You paused, before continuing. “And at least give Akane a break.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You opened the door, expecting to be greeted by Hanako’s arms. Instead, the room was empty. No one was there. “Hanako?” You called, looking around. “Where are you?”. Looking out the window, you saw Hanako and Yashiro at the garden making flower crowns. You focused your eyes on Hanako, seeing him smile, flowers on his head, and having fun.

You smiled, going down to join them.

“You guys seem to be having fun.” You grinned. Yashiro’s eyes widened in surprise as she didn’t notice you. Hanako jolted, before smiling wider and pulling you beside him. “I made a flower crown for you!” He took a flower crown of your favorite flowers and gently placed them on your head.

“A crown fit for a queen.” You felt heat rush up your face, smiling widely that you can’t control it. “Thank you, my king.” You tackled him and filled his face with kisses. Hanako laughed and tried to return the affection.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Yashiro sat there with her arms crossed. A frown on her face.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“What?” You said, staring in disbelief at the piles of paper in front of you. “I gave Akane a work off, as you said. But I’m really busy today so I can’t do this myself. Can you do it for me? Please.” You were one of the two people Teru would give work to. The other one is Akane, of course.

“I-” Looking at his eyes, he seemed a bit desperate. You sighed. “Fine.” His eyes shone brightly. “I knew I could count on you! See you!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You started going back to your habits- not like you wanted to anyway. You didn’t have time for Hanako. He felt as if he was just thrown to the side as you continued drowning yourself in work.

Another person Hanako would go to was Yashiro. She wasn’t in the student council. She was free. She and Hanako met way longer than you and him. She was the one he could trust when you weren’t there.

As he hung out with Yashiro, going on adventures and missions, you were at school stressing yourself out. You yearned to at least rest with Hanako and cuddle with him. The thought briefly calmed you.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Yashiro! Watch out!” Hanako yelled as a monster began to raise its weapon. Before it swung, Hanako managed to pull Yashiro to his chest as he threw the knife to the enemy’s weak point. He sighed in relief, looking at the girl.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking for injuries. She nodded, heart beating fast either from adrenaline or by how close she was to him. “That was fun!” He exclaimed. “Too bad Kou and Y/n weren't here.. Just you and me.” Yashiro muttered the last part of the sentence because she felt flustered.

“Yeah. I know Y/n would’ve liked being here..”

“Hey! We’re here. Don’t be sad. We can still have fun!” Yashiro’s words seemed to cheer Hanako.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

As time passed, Hanako noticed that Yashiro liked spending time with him, so he took advantage of her to make you jealous, hoping for you to pay him more attention. So they continued to hang out more, Hanako hoping you’d notice and do something about it.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Days turned to weeks. You finally noticed that Hanako slowly stopped coming to visit you. This was the last month before school ends and you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend before you have to enroll in college.

‘I don’t think I have seen Hanako for so long. Is he alright?’ You muttered a curse under your breath for being too absorbed in finishing everything and not caring for your boyfriend’s wellbeing.

You decided to visit Hanako and plan to spend your last moments before graduation.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Hey Hanako. Are you and Y/n still dating?” Yashiro blurted out of the blue. Then, her eyes widened, thinking Hanako might’ve thought the wrong idea. “W-well. I thought of it because I haven’t seen Y/n with you. So I assumed you both broke up.”

“We haven’t broken up..” He answered. “But we haven’t been together either. I don’t know what phase of the relationship me and Y/n are.. She keeps ignoring me.” Hanako frowned, trying to remember anything you and him had done over the past few weeks.

“You’re such a great guy, Hanako.” Her confidence seemed to skyrocket. “When we go on adventures together, with or without Kou and Y/n, you’re the one who keeps us safe and the one who makes us happy.” Yashiro smiled, as a blush spread across her face. “If we’re together, I’d...“ She stopped for a brief moment, intertwining their fingers and staring at his eyes with something he was familiar with. The same look you gave Hanako when you first started dating.

“I’d stay with you as long as I can.” She muttered sheepishly. His eyes only widened. His heart palpitating. He sat still when she slowly leaned onto him, chests touching, nose brushing each other.

With all the confidence and bravery Yashiro had, she closed in the distance she and Hanako had left. Hanako’s breath hitched when they kissed. But he soon melted into it as he craved for the feeling you couldn’t fill no longer.

Hanako tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Yashiro let go of his hands and sat on his lap, her hands on his shoulders to support herself.

For Yashiro, she thought her feelings were reciprocated. That Hanako had loved her while they were on their adventure.

For Hanako, he wasn’t thinking about Yashiro kissing him. He loved the attention and affection she gave him. But he was imagining you making out with him instead of Yashiro.

Too absorbed making out, they failed to notice a figure on the door watching. You clenched your uniform as your heart pounded crazy. Tears quickly blurred your vision as it fell down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you..” You sobbed. “You cheater!”

Your loud voice seemed to break the two’s moment. When he noticed you, he pushed Yashiro off him, going his way to you in panic.

“Y/n, It’s not what it looks like! She kissed me!" He tried to hold your arm, only for you to yank your arm away from him. “And you kissed back!?” You exclaimed. “I can’t believe you!”

“Y/n I was thinking of you that whole time! I swear.” You scoffed at his excuse, roughly wiping your tears. “And yet you kissed her? Hanako, what’s wrong with you?” You cried out. Yashiro quickly stood up and stayed there sheepishly, feeling guilty.

“I love you Y/n, you know that! It’s just because you’ve been so busy with everything that we can’t hang out anymore. My heart hurts because of it!” He gripped his clothes where his heart was located to show how hurt he is.

You were conflicted if it was your fault that this relationship didn’t work, but you told yourself that Hanako had cheated behind your back, anger quickly clouded your emotions. “Then why don’t you crawl to Yashiro and make yourself feel better?! Huh? You seem to like her more!”

Yashiro flinched when her name was called. Hanako became irritated. “Fine! I love Yashiro too. There, I said it! Leave her out of this.” Your heart broke. “Maybe I’ve developed feelings when you weren’t with me-” You slapped him, not wanting to hear another word. Hanako hissed out in pain as you screamed at him. “Don’t pin the blame on me!” You choked a sob, tears became uncontrollable as it continued to pour down your cheeks.

“You were the one who got feelings. If you do love me, you won’t fall in love with any other girl. I trusted you, Hanako.” You clenched your fist, looking away from him to something else. “Maybe we aren’t meant to be.”

He froze. Hanako wanted to move, to hug you and tell you to not leave him, that he still loves you, but his body was stunned. He was forced to watch as you walked away from his life.

Yashiro reached out a hand for the heart broken ghost, but pulled back. “Hanako, I-”

“Leave me alone. Get out.” His shaky, despaired tone didn’t help much for Yashiro to leave. She wanted to comfort Hanako from the breakup she had caused. When Yashiro didn’t respond, Hanako turned to her, showing his teary eyes and irritated expression. “I don’t want you here, I said get out.”

Without another word, Yashiro obeyed him. She walked to an empty corridor and leaned on the wall, sliding down to the floor. “What have I done?”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

A/n: it’s finally doneeee!! I really had fun writing the part where Hanako and Yashiro kissed (my favorite part in this fic tbh cause angst-). Thank you for being patient, and I hope you have a great day/night!!

#yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #yugi amane x y/n #hanako #hanako x reader #hanako x y/n #tbhk #tbhk x reader #tbhk x y/n #jshk #jshk x reader #jshk x y/n #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader

347 notes · View notes