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rinbowaman · 1 year

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HHP - Chapter 11 Part 4

Yall...I literally made myself cry. Lots of deja vu moments (if you haven't read MGR, this chapter is going to confuse you so I recommend to read MGR first) lots of recalled moments and quotes to the very T. For those of you that read MGR...man...the nostalgia.

But um...this chapter is going to hit you hard so be prepared.

The text that is in purple is the lyrics of the song that i placed in here by Kiss. I input the chorus in the exact moments as i was playing the song while imaging the scene in my head...i recommend (for the full gut wrenching experience) start the song the moment you see the track preview. You can play it on youtube if the track i input in this box doesn't work.

The game was long, and intense, however, regardless that the rival team had put up a good and lasting fight, Decellis won the final streak. The level of sportsmanship displayed between the two teams was beyond the zenith of respect and admiration, as they cheered each other on, and the rival team captain remarking Heeseung’s ability as a natural born leader.

Of course, no one could tell, but as you watched the players performed, specifically Heeseung, you observed as he had crouched down before the game started. With his eyes closed, stretching his neck from left, to right, he faces towards the center, opening his eyes back up to reveal his Ethan side partially present.

‘Huh…is that how you win every game, husband?’ you mentally smirk.

If anyone had told you otherwise, you would have looked at them in disbelief. Heeseung was a beast, you’ve seen him play a game of basketball without his Ethan side. The man had stamina, skill, and a rage that was beyond even the toughest athlete.

But Ethan, he was different.

Ethan wasn’t a beast; he was a demon. The devil prince.

Each time he came out, even if it was just half of his presence, the environment seemed to have blackened as his aura just swirled a sense of uneasiness. Maybe you only noticed, considering you were the only one that knew about his alter ego, or perhaps other people noticed and just thought it was a strange phenomenon, not at all making connections to a random young male with a dashing face and a personality such as Heeseung.

After displaying such magnificent sportsmanship and bidding the other team farewell, the boys ran towards the bleachers. All sweaty, exhausted, and drenched, they quickly make their way to the locker room to shower and change.

“Baby, meet me and Jake at the parking lot. We’ll be there shortly.” Heeseung speaks in between his pants, clearly exhausting a lot of his energy from his impressive performance throughout the game.

“Yeah, I’ll be there, take your time. I”ll wait for you.” you smiled as you placed your hands on the back of his wet hair, pulling him down to kiss his forehead. His eyes close for a moment as he continued to breathe heavily.

You didn’t stop at his forehead, you couldn’t. It didn’t matter if he was all sweaty, you just had to hold him.

Embracing his cold and wet body to yours, you softly tell him how great he was, while feeling his chest deeply heaving against yours as you held him tightly.

“Heh..heheheh. Thanks baby.” He kisses on the top of your head, pulls back slightly as he takes a moment to look at you, grabbing a slight bit of your hair in his hand as he brings it up in between you two, rubbing the strands in between his fingers as he admires your face by gazing deep into your eyes.

He doesn’t say anything, he couldn’t. He was speechless during moments like this, where he is stunned and still somewhat, even after all this time, after all that’s happened, he sometimes finds himself in disbelief that you’re in front of him, staring right back. When you respond with a smile whenever he calls your name, or how you respond favorably to his touch, even after having matching rings, and being ‘married’ to you, he still can’t believe it sometimes. You’re all that he’s ever wanted and…

‘Here you are…’

It’s not hard to understand, with something so valuable and precious, sometimes it truly feels like a dream, until he wakes up and sees that you’re still there, and that everything is real.

If only you knew how you affected him. How he wakes up every morning, and upon seeing you, he replays the entire course of events from how you first met to the very moment presently, just to make sure that he was truly awake and that he really had you.

There are times when you smile, whether you’re both walking in the park, or having coffee at your favorite café, it didn’t matter, that smile of yours, it made him wonder what higher power above had the greatest idea to create you, to put you together and give you life.

The times when he touched you, felt the skin that he had often thought about before meeting you. Recalling the many times, he laid on his bed, when he should have been thinking about Vickey, yet all he could think about, was you. Only you. He couldn’t even bring himself to think of you in a sexual manner, it was always just pure, genuine curiosity as he yearned, immensely at that, for your touch. To hear your voice whenever you said his name. How soft and smooth your skin felt when touched.

Then there were those days where he wondered how you looked when you cry, or when you were saddened or feeling fear. How desperate your eyes would look whenever you were at his mercy, knowing that his wrath was that of fervor and twisted love.

Thinking back on those days, man, it seemed like it was only yesterday that the handsome young man had the world at his fingertips, yet he was willing to trade it all for just a moment spent with you. All those college girls, literally throwing themselves at him, whether it was bumping into him in the halls, on purpose, or sitting next to him in the library and pretending that they were studying as they eyed him up and down from the side.

Sure, before he saw you, and before Vicky, he had his fair share of girlfriends, and even flings. There were even times while he was with Vicky, after finding out of her infidelity with Gabe, and he was in college as she finished high school, they had a few ‘breaks’ upon her insisting that she felt suffocated by his lack of clarity for the future, always expressing that she was concerned about financial stability.

Had she been more patient and not forceful on the topic, she would have found out that there was nothing to worry about, yet she couldn’t find the will to trust him. So, upon her requests, they’d have their breaks while he was in his second and even his third year in college. All the pretty little things that frequented the college parties or the campus facilities were never safe. One look at him, they leaked their desire to have him, and they would, for one night. After that, he’d be around, but mentally, he was gone as the girls always tried to reach through to him, begging him to be theirs.

Even if he had no intentions of getting back with Vicky to work things out, even if he had decided to remain unattached, he couldn’t find anything worth his while in these girls, there was absolutely nothing they could present to him, convincing him to claim and keep them.

He just didn’t want them. As much as it pained them to hear it, he merely used them to release some sexual tension developed from his fights with Vickey, which he only took it out during the ‘break’s, or from the heavy workload of being a top student and assisting all the professors, nearly teaching the classes himself. If it wasn’t due to sexual frustration, he sometimes had the flings during the ‘breaks’ just to perfect his craft of being the ‘sex god’ that Vickey and his former girlfriends always referred to him as.

He'd watched their faces, listen to their moans.

Not impressed. They were either forcing it, too whiny, or sometimes…

‘…What the fuck did she just say?....God…shut up. You’re cringing this….it’s embarrassing.’

Even his closest friends, like Jake would always ask him ‘How do you do it? Is it the size? How do you move? I’ve never seen so many girls die over a man like they do with you. Not in my whole life bro.’

Perhaps he got lucky? Was just blessed? At least, he used to think so. Walking around, tending to his own business, loving life as he breathes in the air around him, choosing one pretty thing after another out of a wide variety, and then to never call them back after giving them the night of their life, then re-uniting back with the beautiful Vickey after her requested ‘break’ ended, all the while knowing that his future was solid, he had the life, literally.

Then he saw you.

Oh God…he saw you.

You.

You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. . You. You. You. You.

YOU!

-Flashback-

“Oh hey, that’s your girlfriend, isn’t it? Damn bro she’s beautiful. Good job man.

“Hmph. Yeah.”

“Dang bro. You hit the jackpot.”

“……Mmhmm.”

“Hey, isn’t that her roommate? I heard about her, but this is the first time I’m seeing her. If only she’d look this way so I can get a clear view of her face then-………Oh my God.”

“Bro….is…is that her??!”

Without turning, not even a care in the world, he didn’t even bother entertaining the idea of seeing his girlfriend’s roommate.

‘Probably just like Vickey. She just wants everything. Money, nice things, status…same shit.’

“Bro I can’t believe my eyes.”

‘They just gonna keep staring?’

“Shit man…”

“Ethan, my man. You gotta either turn around and see or move out of the way so I can get a better view.”

‘What the hell? What is it with this girl?, The goddess they call her? What is it-…..’

Finally, he turns around after getting curious out of frustration….

“…………”

“Bro, she has to be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Is she even real?”

“Dang Ethan, your girlfriend’s roommate is…. man…”

“Again man, all I can say is, is she real?”

“…….….”

‘….No….she’s not. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way that someone like her is real. She’s a figment of all our imaginations. She’s not a person. She’s not human. She’s….she’s….she’s….’

Hearing your tender voice as you laugh, staring and listening attentively to the girl standing next to you, your eyes reflected Heaven and Earth.

‘….What are you? Who are you?.....How do I get you? How do I get….you?’

The time he always ran into you as he waited, picked up, or was just hanging out with Vickey…it was excruciating for him.

Right before he saw you, when he was nearly about to break it off with his girlfriend after repeatedly trying, yet only to find her unchanged of her adulterous and distrusting nature due to her misguidance, he held off. He needed a reason to be close to you. Never even realizing or expecting that he would have a chance…him, the campus stud, wouldn’t have a chance with someone like you. Not only because you were out of his league, but the way he witnessed you love and cared for a man who clearly, in his and everyone else’s eyes, didn’t return it back.

Yet you were hopeful and remained faithful.

‘You stayed faithful…loyal…committed…true. God…how do I get her? Not someone similar to her, or someone exactly like her, but her?....I want her. I need her. I crave her. How do I become him? How? How am I going to make it knowing that I’ve seen her, heard her, and even met her….but I don’t have her…how do I go on? How will I live the rest of my life, knowing that she exists but isn’t with me? How?.....I’m scared of living, I’m scared of waking up to an empty bed, or a shared one, if it’s not her next to me, I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to live. I can’t, not unless I have her.’

That moment he walked into your darkened dorm room. Pitch black, only a single beam of light from your phone screen illuminates a small portion of your room. There you laid on your side.

‘There she is…hiding in the darkness of her tower.’

Approaching closely, the light from the screen provides enough glare to reflect the evidence of tears that stained your face, yet you still looked calm and peaceful, even with those harsh streaks that glistened with beads of despair.

‘W-why…are you crying? Who did this to you? If it’s not me, who? I’ll tear them to pieces. Don’t cry. Please…oh God…please don’t cry...not for anyone but me. So, unless it is for me….please…don’t cry.’

Composed, and ever so calm, he picks up your phone screen, he reads the contents and finds out the reason behind those shallow tears.

Approaching your bedside, he stands admiring the remarkable beauty before him. Sitting next to your bedside, he reaches out with his hand, without even thinking about it, he just acted out, and touched your face. Stroking so gently with his thumb, he feels your soft skin and watches as your eyes stun open as you ushered a shattered breath. He made you blow your cover.

‘Ah…so you were awake. Didn’t want anyone to find you, huh?’

“Who made you cry?”

“S-Samuel…”

“Yeah…I know.”

“…You saw it?...You read the email?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why did you ask if you already knew?”

“I wanted to hear what it sounded like when you said his name.”

“Why?...”

“To see if I could understand how he felt whenever you said it.”

“….do you?”

“Mmhmm.”

You cry, your heart is filled with pain from the betrayal and ultimate realization of hard effort, on your part, gone to waste.

“I think…that if I got to hear you say my name like that…I’d go mad too…knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hear you.”

‘I’d go beyond mad, baby. I’d go crazy. I’d kill if I was suddenly left without seeing you or hearing your beautiful voice.’

“I don’t have to be the only one to understand that type of rationality, Y/n.”

“I don’t…understand what you mean.”

“You want me to show you?”

‘Say yes….say yes. Say….yes. Come on baby, let me give you the world. Say yes.’

“Ethan…”

“Not that one. Not Ethan.”

‘Come on baby, say it. Say it. Say my name. I know you heard it back there. God…fucking say my name, my beautiful girl. My goddess. My everything. Say my name and I’ll give you the world right here, right now.’

“Heeseung.”

He could have sworn there was a crack on the earth, or maybe the universe. Maybe it was all of heaven’s angels falling and crashing down to the very ground the mortals walk on. Who knows. He snapped. There was happiness, joy, excitement, bliss, lust, euphoria, thrill…just everything.

After all this time, he finally got you.

‘….She’s…mine?....Yes…she is…she’s…she’s mine....she’s mine! I finally have her! I finally have her.’

He reaches around as his arm cradles around the back of your head and he kisses passionately into you.

‘God I promise…I’ll protect you. I’ll comfort you. I’ll live for you and only you. I don’t even think I could put my own kids before you. I will never let anything happen to you. You’ll never have to worry about anything beyond these walls. Let me take care of you. Let me show you the world. Let me keep you as my reason for living. Let me give you a reason for living. Let me give you everything, from the stars to the titanium plates beneath the ground, let me give you every..single…fucking….thing.’

Yeah...even after all that, and the months that followed where he had you, he still finds himself in disbelief. You were just too good to be true.

After the boys had changed, Jake and Heeseung made their way over to the parking lot. You and Emily waited by Heeseung’s car, conversing about the game. The others had left, opting to meet up later once Heeseung and Jake were changed over.

Seeing them from afar, you and Emily spot the duo as they walked in your direction, their frames looking small from the distance between you two.

“To me, Jake is so tall, but when you see him next to Ethan…or seeing anyone next to Ethan, they look so tiny. He’s so gigantic.” Emily remarks. You found it adorable the way she examined and noted the height difference.

“Heeey!! We’re over here!” Emily calls out, waving. You see Jake waving with enthusiasm as Heeseung merely walks. It didn’t matter how far he was; you could tell he was staring right at you. You felt his eyes on you.

Out of love, there's nobody around, All I hear is the sound of a broken heart Out of time, no more waitin' for you

Feeling his sights on you, your heart slightly sank. There was this excitement after being out and about, having to display yourselves appropriately, only to look forward to whatever he had up his sleeve once you both were behind closed doors. It was sexy and so thrilling to you. You smiled, your heart melting as you found yourself smitten over his image as he continues to walk towards you and Emily. So in love and so smitten, you didn’t even notice the sound of a vehicle pull up from behind.

“Hm? Whose this?” Emily calmly states with intrigue hinted in her voice.

Now the hurtin's through, and a new day starts And I feel a change in my life, I sailed into dark and endless nights And made it alive

A man’s voice, with various…numerous footsteps. They were quick and loud. Everything happened so fast, and since it was dark, you couldn’t quite make out the clarity of the scene as quick as you normally would, but it sounded as if Emily was shoved or pushed as you heard a sharp yelp coming from her.

You hear sudden yells from afar…it sounded like Jake and Heeseung. You wanted to turn to face them and see what they were yelling for…but you couldn’t move. There was someone…or some people….your arms were pinned against your body and…someone was grabbing onto your ankles. Suddenly, you feel yourself lifted into the air, nearly paralleled to the ground as the hands that gripped your ankles lifted them high. It was happening so fast, you struggled but barely as you felt more hands on you, restraining you, pushing, and shoving you into….

‘What is this? A van?’

You hear a man’s voice screaming out your name…it was blood curling and starting to draw in closer. But it was hard to make out as there were other voices… men’s voices.

“Slash the fucking tires!”

You hear air releasing from what you assumed is Heeseung’s car tires, with Emily screaming in the background.

‘Wh-what is this? What is this!? Wh….wher-?’

The sound of the sliding door to the van is heard as it slams shut. You feel your body being scrunched up next to a window seat, where there was no door or latch, just a stationary window. Tinted.

“Fucking go!”

You hear the screeching tires as the van moves with you in it. You hear Emily crying hysterically outside.

‘I’m alone?...No…Emily…where are you? Please…Jake….Heeseung.’

His Perspective

“What the fuck!? What the fuck just happened?!? What…the….fuck just happened!?” Jake screams, panting from running and yelling, looking deeply scared and confused. He starts to rush over to Emily, who lays on the ground in disarray, crying hysterically. Glancing back, he sees his best friend with the ultimate look of shock on his face that he had never displayed before. It was the first time he’s ever seen him like this, that calm, reserved, and confident nature just shattered within seconds.

You chase. You run. You sprint. You go as fast as you can. You watch the van that she was forced into, take off. It drives slightly towards Jake and yourself, but peers away to take the next turn.

Upon the van passing you and Jake, you see her hand slamming against the tinted window. Your heart dropped the moment you witnessed the flat surface of her palm, repeatedly making contact against the glass in a panic and desperate motion.

The van rushes through, speeding pass, nearly skidding and hitting Jake, had it not been for you to sprint and tackle him out, pushing both your bodies out of the way.

Kneeling down, panting out hard and fast, watching as her hand slams against the window, your eyes stare off in the distance as the van disappears….with her in it.

Everybody's got a reason to live, baby Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside Everybody's got a reason to live, but it can't be your love

“No…..” you whisper out.

“No…no…nononononono….no! Come back…..no come back! Come…back to me….not now…not after everything….we just…we just started……co-come back…..bring her back…”

“He-Heeseung….are you okay?”

“…..C-come back…..come back! Come back!!! y/n!!!”

You runs. You sprint. You go in the direction of the van. Jake calls out to you from the back as his voice fades out while you keep on running. You feel the expression on your face go from fear, to anger, to despair, and now…rage.

‘Keep running. Run for your life. For her life. Run! Run! Run! Fucking keep running! Don’t stop!’

“HEESEUNG!” Jake calls out.

‘Come back….please. Bring her back! After everything I went through to finally get her, we were just beginning to-…..this was just the start of everything….she told me she wanted to leave this place. She got those rings. She hugged and kissed my cold and wet body. She smiled at me. She told me she loved me. She told me she wants to be with me. You…you can’t take her away from me….not now….not ever.’

Her father’s voice echoes in your brain as you give the chase.

‘You know Heeseung, my daughter is the only light I’ve ever known. She’s the only good and pure thing I’ve ever done in my life.’

Out of touch, with myself for so long, Now a feelin' so strong comin' over me Down the line, there's a lesson I've learned

‘Please, make this easier on me. Make it easier for me to let her go….to give her to you.’

You can love and get burned, if it has to be And I see a change in my life, And I'm not alone when I'm strong inside And I realize

‘You would do the unspeakable…if it meant keeping her safe, wouldn’t you?’

Everybody's got a reason to live, baby Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside Everybody's got a reason to live, but it can't be your love

Chapter 12

#heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #Spotify #heeseung yandere

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bunnyanqel · 4 months

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A Simple Favor (1)

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Summary: Aliyah agrees to play D&D if only for Eddie.

Warnings: nsfw content, MDNI, 18+, a dash of angst, oral sex, vaginal fingering, profanity, mentions of drug use

Aliyah had always brushed aside Dungeons and Dragons as uninteresting and dramatic. But now she was reconsidering her stance on it for one reason alone: Eddie Munson. The possibility of being in his larger-than-life presence and being able to add more detail to her fantasies of him was hard to ignore.

“Let me get this straight,” she said to the two baby-faced freshman staring back at her with ill-disguised desperation as she rubbed her temples, “you want me to sub for my cousin because he’s at a basketball game.” She emphasized the summary with a small hand gesture as she leaned back in her chair, examining them.

Mike had an edge of anger to him that she didn’t particularly like but Dustin had pleading blue eyes that made it hard to deny them. Even with Mike’s little asshole routine that made her want to punch him square in his smarmy face.

The boys shared a glance.

“Basically,” Dustin admitted with a cheerful smile.

She set her chair back on all four legs, the small bounce of gravity jerking her breasts painfully. Both boys’s eyes darted down to her chest. Freshman. To be a fourteen-year-old brimming with hormones.

“Who’s the DM?” she asked like she didn’t know. As if Eddie Munson’s dimpled smile and his wicked tongue weren’t the stars in her fantasies late at night.

Mike, being the little shit he was, scoffed dismissively.

“Oh, okay, so you don’t need me to fill in for Lucas. Got it.” She watched as Dustin panicked, grabbing Mike’s scrawny arm to drag him a few inches away to have an angry, whispered conversation. While she watched them, she peered around the half-dead cafeteria and sneered at the curious glances being cast their way.

Having moved from New York to here had been the worst thing to happen to her. She’d lived in small towns before, sure, but Hawkins was something else as far as tiny towns were concerned. Like its own mundane, average version of Hell.

More than one student had mocked her looks, her accent, everything about her but she’d simply lifted her chin and laughed in their faces. So what if they didn’t like her dreads and dark skin? So what if they snickered at her well-worn sweaters that she’d thrifted and her skirt that were years out of season? None of that mattered. In a year, she’d be gone, and bumfuck Hawkins would be a distant memory she would forget.

Except for Eddie.

He would stay in her heart, her own little secret, a kindred spirit kept close, even after the memories faded.

“Look.”

She turned back to the freshmen. Dustin’s face was pink-cheeked, slightly dewy with perspiration. Mike’s entire demeanor was sullen and sour, a complete contrast.

Mike cleared his throat and muttered, “I’m sorry, okay? We just—we really need a substitute for Lucas, and he mentioned a while ago you play.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, kid. But who’s the DM?” She watched their faces, the long, nervous glance they exchanged, a silent conversation. Deliberating on giving her the information. Where they worried she’d be just like the rest of Hawkins High? “Boys, do you really think I give a flying fuck about what the idiots here think? I can, and often times do, form my own opinions.” She pursed her lips. “Outside of public opinion.”

She leaned back and crossed her ankle over her knee, ignoring how much unshaved leg it showed.

Mike wrinkled his nose.

“You got an issue with me, kid?” she asked as she lowered her boot back down and leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him. “Cause you might wanna rethink that considering I’m—”

Dustin cut in, voice cracking with panic. “No! He doesn’t! He—he—”

“Baby,” she said, “let him speak. He has a tongue, doesn’t he?” Aliyah kept her eyes on his friend, watching as his sallow face mottled red. “You might be coddled by everyone around you, including mommy and daddy, but I won’t. So maybe try to be a little more polite, and I might help you boys out.”

In the back of her mind, she knew she’d agree. How could she pass up the opportunity to be in Eddie’s presence? Up close and person? She was a sucker for him, through and through, but they didn’t need to know that.

“No.” Mike’s jaw twitched. “I don’t.”

The hateful glare said otherwise, but Dustin looked one second away from either shitting himself or bursting into tears so she let it slide.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“But—”

She looked at Dustin as she climbed to her feet and ran a hand across the back of her neck beneath the heavy hang of her hair. “You want me to recant my statement?” she asked and watched as panic filled Dustin’s sun-tanned face. “Good. I’ll see you boys at seven.”

“Wait, how do you—”

She picked up her purse and simply waved them off as she strode away. Her heart was beating so loud, she thought everyone she passed could hear it, and her blood had begun to rush at the idea of being so close to Eddie.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

#eddie munson smut #my writing #bunny's writing #bunny writes

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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summer of love. - quinn hughes. - pt 1.

Spotify playlist:

Pt 2. Pt 3. Insta edit.

warnings: swearing, mentions of toxic/abuseful ex's. that should be it, let me know tho!

word count: 5.3k+

Third:

Mable Barbra Bennett, 21 almost 22 year old out of dallas texas was somebody that now oozed confidence and collectivness. Never straying far from what was expected of her. She grew up in a hockey loving family, with two older sisters - counting her as the youngest. Her two sisters played basketball and volleyball, while she pursued the arts. She is an avid piano player and quite honestly an amateur professional at this point. She also is a poised painter, and has spent many summers dedicated to her practices. Her family is also life long friends of the Hughes, always meeting up in New Hampshire at their respective Lake Houses. Never daring to stray from any tradition, Mable did. She decided that after he freshman year at University of Souther California for music, she would stay out there every summer until the summer between her Junior and Senior year. Which meant she had missed out on so much, she had missed two summers away from the Lake. Much to her parent's dismay, they obliged and helped her every step of the way. So she was now fully, a Dallas,Texas transplant in the state of California. Her dream home, and a place where she could be exactly who she wanted to be.

Yet, this summer she decided to show up to the lake house unexpectdly. After spending the last few summers growing her practice with some of the best in the country, as well as dealing with much needed mental health therapy- she decided to on a whim to fly out there after speaking with her therapist. She knew she needed to go back at some point, and also deal with her past head on. Lake life is not for the faint of heart, she hated the clicks and the harrasment she recieved from the other kids on the lake. She was quiet, shy and so un competative which made her a avid watcher of games that she was unincluded in. She can't sit here and say she was not hurt, but she also knew she wouldn't be good at whatever game they decided to play. She accepted that, and the Hughes brothers + her sisters always made sure she was always included somehow. But, she spent many days in the house either practicing her piano skills or painting. What started as sad distractions of being left out, turned out to be some of her biggest passions. So when she booked her plane tickets for two days from now, she was nervous. She was excited. She was worried, that they wouldn't like her. The hughes wouldn't see her as there own anymore, like they had previously with her and her sisters. Yet, she knew she needed to face them head on as well as everybody else. She couldn't sit back anymore, and allow life to pass her by - outside of California and Texas.

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Mable walked out into the familiar airport, and hurried to grab her suitcase in the midst of summer chaos. Yet, being a once seasoned flyer here she navigated like a pro. Her uber came quicker than expected, so she dashed to the pickup spot and greeted the woman. She thanked her as she took her suitcase, and hopped in the suv. "So what brings you to new hampshire?" The driver questioned, as they pulled out to start there 25 minute journey. Mable shrugged, "Just a quick to visit some family and then i'll be back to California." She answered honestly. The dark haired girl,still didn't have an exact reaosn why she was here - she just booked the plane ticket. Her therapist was happy she did, because she would have never done it otherwise. Yet, remained close by incase it became too much and she needed to get out. The familiar lake homes and trees, she had adored so much dawned the window views. It took her breath everytime, they reached this part of the treck. Transporting her everytime, back to the second summer they had come out here. It was when she was 6 and had met the Hughes family for the first time. Well, apparently the Ellen and Jim had met her as a baby but since they were in Canada for a few years, they hadn't seen them since then. And since then, it's been an unspoken tradition to spend time with them out here. Before the chaos of hockey started back up. And as they grew older, there time in the summer meant more and more. Especially now that two of the Hughes were full fledged NHL"ers. Mable hadn't been to the lake since Jack had been drafter n.1. She hadn't been back since Luke started at Michigan. She had missed big mile stones in there lives, and vice versa. She feared, that all that time missed had ruined there relationship. She always saw Jack as her twin and bestie, and Luke as her younger brother. And Quinn as the older (only by half a year, she always reminded him.) broody brother. One that was quite reserved with her, but she didn't care after awhile. She just focused on her paiting and piano, and moved on. Never, worrying about him again. Her two older sisters; Ella-Mae who was the oldest at 27, and Tabitha 25, were always the ring leader in any and all chaos the boys started. Always, always taking over. Much to the boys dismay, ofcourse.

She sighed, seeing the familiar sign of the lake and felt the butterflies in her stomach grow more and more. Her leg began to shake, and she didn't want to do this anymore. She wished she had stayed away, and had never brought up the idea to her therapist. But it was too late, she was already at the lake house. No cars were in the driveway which signaled that the family must of been down the road at the Hughes or back in the town. She hopped out, taking out her keys and took the suitcase gratefully. She thanked the driver, and walked towards the door. She prayed to god, they had not changed the locks. Or she would have to walk to the Hughes with her tail between her legs, if they were even there. Which by this point, and her family's schedule, they should be. Thankfully, the lock was the same, and she rolled her bag to the living room and heard nothing. Which meant she was alone. She smiled walking towards the french doors and opened them and took in the lake smell. She walked outside, and towards the dock. That had seen many rough summers, back in it's hayday. She took a moment to enjoy the stillness of the lake, and the quietness because she knew, soon enough it would be chaos. She walked back inside, and walked over towards the grand piano they had had since she was a baby. She smiled softly, sitting down, opening up the key cover and tapping one of the keys. Still intune and itching to be player.

She strummed her fingers along, slowly falling into a simple melody. Her eyes shut, humming along and playing into the abyss. Her music, always doing wonders for her. She continued playing, adding in a upbeat tempo and her hand speed increased, going right into a Beethoven classic, that at this point was her staple. She had been playing the concerto for about 10 minutes before somebody tapping her on the shoulder. She flung around, ready to defend herself. But she was met with her older sister, Tabitha who was grinning and dawned confused eyebrows. "Any particular reason why your playing in the middle of fucking new hampshire and not california?????!?!?!" She screamed, playfully wrapping her arms around the younger sister. Mable laughed, as her the older girl pulled her up and started to jump with her in excitment. "I know I know! I have some explaining to do." Mable said stopping, and taking in her sister's demaneor. "God, I missed you girl." She said in perfect Flipino and pulled her sister in for a big hug. "I've missed you too." Mable said softly. "Well, let's get you changed and we can bring you over to the Hughes since mom and dad are there with Ella-Mae and Joshua." Tabitha said pushing her up the stairs. "Joshua??? Awe, ive missed him." Mable said excitedly, about her future brother in law. Tabitha nodded, whipping out her phone and pushing the facetime icon on her older sisters contact.

"What- did you get lost on the way there?" Ella-mae joked, as she picked up the phone. Tabitha rolled her eyes and walked outside to the deck, "No, but I do think Mable Barbra Bennett did." She mused, sitting on the steps. "WAIT!!!!!!!" Ella said jumping up and alerting the family. "Wait!!!!!" She said walking over towards the edge of grass, debating if she wanted to jog over the few houses to see her youngest. "Holy shit- no way she is here." Ella said no grinning, darting her eye sight towards the confused family. "She is, run on over before she leaves." Tabitha, didn't need to say that twice. "Ill be back!!!" Ella said to the family, using her cross country skills to her ability. Jack and Luke peered over confused, before heading back up to the deck as they all asked questions. Ella had made it over there, as Mable had walked outside to greet her. "AHHHHHHH!" Ella said on top of her lungs, being heard from well past the Hughes house. "OH MY GOD!!!" She said jumping up and down, causing Mable to laugh uncontrollably. "YES YES YES!" Tabitha confirmed, joining in on the chaos that consumed the two. "Why they hell are you here? Wait no, I don't care. You're here!" Ella questioned the youngest, who just shrugged. The three sisters had barely saw eachother as it was, always on different schedules when she came back to Dallas for Christmas or Thanksgiving, and the once a year trip to visit the girl at school didn't cover it. "A whim?" Mable said unsurely, but the sisters didn't care. They wrapped there arms around her, just thanking the universe she was back. As they should, they had worried about her when she didn't come back out to the lake. They understood why, but it still made them nervous about the details she had never disclosed. "Let's get you overe there." Ella said pulling the girl down the deck, or atleast trying to. "I don't know." The youngest said unsurely. Her anxiety beginning to rise even more, "I haven't seen them in two years almost three, what if they don't like me?" She rasped, as an anxiety attack began. "Hey look at me." Tabitha said trying to help her breathe. "They want you here, they miss you. The information and stories plus pictures don't cover it. Ellen and Jim miss their third adoptive daughter, Jack misses his twin and Luke misses his favorite sister. And well Quinn, well I still don't know how to read him after all these years." Ella said, half-joking about the last part.

Mable nodded, her heart beat slowly dropping, her sister Tabitha's mimicking was helping her. The words that came out of Ella's mouth, was somewhat comforting. "You got this, no self doubt allowed." Tabitha grinned pulling her into her side, as they walked down the deck and out towards the outer edge of the grass that doubled as a makeshift beach. Ella ran ahead of the two, alerting the family of the impending and long overdue arrival of Mable. Next thing you heard was shout's of excitment, with there mama leaping out of her seat to see her. There mama walked with Ellen towards the edge of the grass, waiting for her. The dads, throwing back another sip of beer, relishing in the fact that there families were complete with the arrival of Mable. Jack and Luke dashed towards the grass as well, with Quinn sitting with there dad's unsure what to do.

"If it isn't mable the munchkin." Jack grinned as they were now in earshot. Ellen gave him a look, but Mable didn't care. It was now engrained in her dna. "Hi mamas." Mable said as the two moms wrapped there arms around the young girl, before she parted to hug luke. "Okay, that's not fair you are this tall. I think you are almost exactly one foot taller now." She joked as they hugged. "And Mable has stayed the same." Jack threw another short joke out, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "Hi Jack, still a bitch after all these years. Huh?" She smirked as they threw there arms around one another. "And after all these years, still the same jokes." Jack said wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked up the grass to the deck. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." She said in her perfect- fake southern accent causing Jack and Luke to throw there heads back in laughter. "Okay, cheeky. Keep it up." Jack said shoving her in front of him, so she could greet Jim. "Hi, sweetheart." He said, and she parted smiling before moving over to her dad. He wrapped his arms around her, making her feel more at home then ever. After all, she was always closest to her dad.

"Hi dad." She murmured, as he kissed her head. "Looking like the true californian with that all year round tan I see." He joked as they parted. "Hmmm." She responded, walking over towards Quinn who had stood up from his seat. She smiled softly, giving him a quick stiff hug before sitting in her once, and now designated seat. That no one had sat in since the last time she was here. Josh walked out of the house, surprised to see the young one. She hopped up, jogging over and hugged the confused fiance. "Wait, did I miss a chapter or what." he joked causing everybody to laugh. She rolled her eyes playfully, walking back to her seat in between Jack and Luke. Preparing herself for the impending questions. "So why the hell are you here? Last time we heard anything, you had no plans to be back?" Jack said right out of the gate, causing them to chuckle softly. "Oh geez, lest we forget your punctality." She said resting her head on her propped up arm, giving him a funny face to mirror his. Mable shrugged, "Felt right. Finally had a chance to get away from San Diego. My permanent summer abode, and where I have been studying underneath some of the best pianists out there on the Southern coast." She said honestly, looking around. "Have you joined an orchestra yet?" Ellen asked, and the girl shook her head. "Not yet, I know at some point I will but not yet. But I know, I always have the oppurtunity to do so since I take all the worshops they offer there when I can. Sometimes spending my off days and weekends there, during the school year." She responded, to which Ellen smiled. "Well, from what you mom has been saying- you love it out there. And from what we've seen, it's true?" She questioned and Mable groaned. "Again? With the pictures?" The girl joked to her mom who only laughed. "Yeah, I love it out there. It's exactly where I am meant to be. You can't beat the dry heat." She mused, lacing her hands together to control her anxiety. Something, Quinn took notice of.

Mable walked into the Hughes summer home, looking for the washroom that last time had been decked out in beach theme decor. She found it swiftly again, taking her time to make sure she looked decent before going back out. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, as she walked out. She sighed, seeing it was from her ex- Lucifer. That name should have given it away, a walking red flag. Next thing you know, her phone was buzzing with a call from him. She sighed, picking it up, and making her way to the den that was off from the deck where everybody was. "Stop calling me." She started, as she paced. "What don't you understand about us being done, huh?" She questioned bitterly. "Well, im sorry that I want closure from a three year relationship Mable. Sorry that I want that." He bellowed from his end, causing her to cringe. She rubbed her hand over her face, sitting down. "Maybe if you hadn't acted the way you had, I would have given you a better answer. But no, you were mean Lucifer. Mean. And so, you don't deserve anything else." She said, feeling her lip begin to tremble. Her excuse for the past few years has always involved with painting and piano workshops. That was half the truth, unfortuntly. Her ex boyfriend of three years, Lucifer: the star hot shot of the men's basketball team, had been controlling of her summers. Only having her stay in the San Diego/Orange county area, where he spent his summers with his family. She didn't realize it at first, but he was toxic. Her second summer in, she noticed it. That's when she first began to go to therapy. She didn't realize that he was the reason why she didn't come back out here, that he didn't want her to. He didn't want her around the Hughes brothers who AGAIN were literally her brothers. She wouldn't think for the life of her, to have a crush on any of them. Well, that's half true.

"You were so incredibly toxic dude, I didn't realize until last summer. So no, I owe you nothing." She further explaining herself. "Are you gonna give me any examples, huh? Or are you gonna accuse me of something I know nothing about and bitch to me?" He spat, causing her to shake. Her lip trembled even more, as she felt a tear fall out. "You never..never-" She paused, barely whispering the words she had needed to say for over a year. "You never wanted me to see my family. You always wanted me to be near you in the summers so I wouldn't come out to the Lake. You did that, you told me numerous times and it showed in your actions, Luc." She said barely audiable, wiping her flowing tears. "Because I don't know? They aren't the best people to be around with? Did I ever exclude you from a game of beach volleyball? Did I ever exclude you from any other activity, simply because you were shy or not competative enough? I didn't, they did Mabes." He said, and I shook my head. "But it wasn't like that, they always had me be apart of things. They always did what I wanted to do-" She paused, sobbing. He was right in some twisted way, it was something she had gone over in therapy. But, he was using it to his advantage. She now knew, that he used her past summers to coax her back into his family's summer. Taking precedence, and promising a fun and exciting summer, that included her in everything. It was a way to assert dominance over the relationship, and make her think that coming back out to the lake was a bad idea.

"Yeah, you might be right in that sense, but I know what you are getting at. You think that they are horrible human beings because they were different than me. I chose to not participate, I chose to stay inside to paint, read and play piano. Like, how I decided to participate in volleyball, or fucking fishing with you even though I hate fishing. I willingly stood behind, because I was scared." She confessed, throwing the both of them off. Especially the dark haired boy, in the doorway. She sighed, wiping her tears. "Lucifer, please don't call anymore. I don't want to hear what you have to say or that you think it's best if I come back. Im not going back to you, ever. I am not going to be with you ever again." She said confidently, before ending the call. Her back hunched over, and she covered her eyes in exhaustion. The dark haired boy knocked softly on the wall, alerting the dark haired girl. She jumped up, seeing Quinn in the doorway. She wondered, how much he had heard. She hoped she didn't hear how she confessed that she was scared. Scared to be made fun of, by them. He stepped in, a foot at a time, unsure how to confront the situation. As he stepped closer, he saw the puffy nose, cheeks wet from crying, exhaustion creeping through her eyes. He saw the once-shy, always put together girl that he had secretly liked all these years, for once looking disgruntled and so not shy.

She wiped her undereyes, and sniffled before trying to walk out. "Wait. Are you ok?" He questioned, noticing the tears beginning to pool in her brown eyes. She debated on lying, but she didn't want to put on an act in front of him. She was tired, and simply over having to lie to her family and tell them how wonderful her life in California is, that she has the guy of her dreams and that she loves the idea of being part of an orchestra. Those three lies, crept in her thoughts each day and night. Her mind having enough now, left her with sleepless nights. Long, un fulfilling days in the sun. Quinn saw her shoulders slouch, before she broke out into a sob. He apprehensivly wrapped his arms around her, very confused at what was happening. "I hate my life. I hate it so much. I hate California, I hate my life out there. I- I - I've been lying to my family, when i've been miserable and isolated." She confessed, and he slowly rubbed a hand on her back. "Atleast they know, I broke up with my boyfriend but they don't know why or what he did." And with that, he moved back to study her face. She shook her head, "No he never hit me, I know that's what you are thinking." She said and he nodded, pulling her back in. "But he was mean, he was controlling. He was toxic and wanted the world to think we were a perfect couple, college sweethearts. But we were far from it." She continued on, "And you are probably wondering why I haven't been out here. I've never been honest as to why, always spewing lies." She added, pulling away from him to go sit back down. He followed her to the couch, as she confessed more. "He never wanted me to come here, Quinn. He wanted to keep me in California because he thought you three were mean, evil spirited and purposly isolated me as a kid." She paused, pulling some hair behind her ear. "But we weren't." Quinn retaliated, and she nodded. "I know that, and you were never mean to me. None of you guys. He doesn't believe me when I say I chose to keep to myself. He doesn't believe me when I say I enjoyed the solitude or doing my own thing, watching you guys at all hours. Because, he saw a different side of me. He always included me any game or activity during the summer. And so, he doesn't believe that as a kid I was vastly different. I changed a lot when I went to college, as college students usually do. And so, he saw a calm, collected and confidant Mable that you guys never saw. Well, the confidence part atleast. So when I took part in beach volleyball, I had fun doing it which was a stark differance than when we were kids. When I went for hikes, it was different than when I was a kid. And he's using the little information I had given him about you guys, throwing it back on me and telling me I shouldn't be around you because you guys are the one's who are toxic. Ironic, because he's the one that is." She finished, "Well he sounds like an ass." Quinn exclaimed, causing the sad girl to laugh. In agreemant, she nodded. She clasped her hands again, as her anxeity grew. Quinn noticing once again.

"Sorry uh, nobody really knows about all that besides my uh therapist." She sheepishly said, looking at the floor. He softly smiled, "Well thankyou for opening up to me, Im sure it hasnt been fun lying to everybody." He said and she looked up at him, and nodded. "Yeah, very." She smiled back before standing up. "Where are you going?" He questioned, honestly never wanting her to leave his sight ever again. And then potentially disappear for another two years. She grinned, "I think we have a frisebee competition to put on." She said walking out towards the back yard. You got it Mae!" He said jogging up to her, grabbing her, throwing her bridal style and running outside with her. "Frisbee-now!" He yelled out to the sibilings and they hurriedly got up to start the competition. Jack and Mable on one, Luke and Ella on one with Quinn and Tabitha on the last. Mable and Jack started off with the first win, every catch was 2 points unless it was a far or difficult one- that was 3. They beat Luke and Ella. mable stuck out her tongue to Luke as Jack lifted her up and spun her around. No longer a grudge for any of them, to have her on there team. She was somebody new, exciting and very competative. Her and Jack did there secret handshake from back in the day which now was no longer secret. "We got this J." She said starting to get into position to run after his throws. Her short but long legs, carrying her far landing the first point. "Who'd a thought munckin got skills?" He said as she threw it back to him. "Fuck off." The dark haired girl hollered causing everybody to laugh. Jack threw it again, and again and again. Beating Quinn and Tabitha by a long shot, which ended with Quinn getting his ass beat by Tabitha. Jack ran up to Mable and picked up up, as they screamed in excitment.

Luke finally got Tabitha off of Quinn, and they took part in the competition winning dance fest going on from Jack and Mable.

Mable was back, better than ever.

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Mable looked at the clock, it was now 4:30 in the morning and she could no longer sleep. She huffed, throwing off the comforter and getting out of bed. She threw on a two piece suit, and headed out to the lake with a towel in hand. She smiled, looking up at the stars that were beginning to lift. After a few minutes of taking in the sky, she dropped her towel near the end of the grass before walking into the lake. She had missed late night swims, and morning ones. Inch by inch, her 5'3 stature taken away by cool water. She began to swim out towards the middle between her family's dock and the one in front of theres. She moved over to her back, looking up at the sky and allowing the soft waves to move her every few minutes. She had missed it here, she had missed the warmth of Ellen, the Cheeky sassy side of Jack, the lovey dovey Luke (which made sense with the three girls, having the most influence on him), Jim's dad jokes and Quinn's mysteric, very moody of a personality. She was appreciative that he had stayed with her, allowing herself to be vulnerable and honest with him. It had meant the world, to both of them. She sighed, turning back over and began to do breaststrokes towards the Hughes house. If she was right, Quinn would of been awake by now- getting ready for his morning run. Like her, Quinn too could not sleep very well. He couldn't believe she was back, and wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. She was intoxicating in the very best way. And now that she was out of her shell? Unedinably radiant, and ever beautiful. Quinn walked out to the dock, stretching and taking in the morning sky before heading out for his run.

"Lookey here, if it isn't mr.brood himself." Mable said, pulling him from his thoughts as she swam to the dock and stared up at him. He smiled, before sitting down. "Don't you have a run to get to?" She teased, raising an eyebrow. He smiled, looking down. "Im glad you know my schedule, ms.mable." He joked and she giggled. "I know a lot more than you think Quinny. Think of all the times I "read" outside as a kid, you don't think I didn't pick up on anything?" She smirked floating on her back once again. So he too was not the only one that looked, that held a stare longer than he should have,or listened in on conversations that had nothing to do with him. "Besides, I always had to make sure Jack was not pulling anything out of his ass about me." She added causing him to chuckle. She had missed that laugh. "Right, cuz that was something that he never did." He mused, causing her to laugh along. "Defintely the opposite of me as a kid." She mumbled, thinking he couldn't hear her- but he did. "That's why you got along so well together, adding even more to the unspoken bond between you two." Quinn started, "Thick as thieves, with you being the most sneaky." He finished and she nodded looking back up at him. "Yeah, you shouldn't have ever underestimated my quientess." She mused, "Oh I didn't dont worry." He responded. "That's how you figured us all out. A skill that allowed you to get the most info from us. I applaud you, I really do. It takes much dedication around us." He joked and she shook her head smiling. She swam over to the dock and hoisted herself up onto the dock. Quinn watched as she did so, taking in the newly exposed stature. She had changed a lot, since he last saw her. Her bathing suit, only adding to that testimony.

"Well, im glad somebody noticed." she said shoving him playfully. "I did, always." He said softly, and she pretended she did not hear it. "You know, I never did tell my parents but you wanna know who I stumbled upon in L.A?" She grinned, and he looked over at her. "Who?" He questioned. "Somebody with the last name Brisson..." She trailed off, and his eyes grew wide. "Turns out they are pretty big deal in L.A hockey." She grinned, "Didn't care for the oldest but eh, they were cool." She mused and he chuckled. "You met them? When?" He asked, a little too excited at 5 am, for Mable's liking. She laughed, "Before I came out here. I went to Manhattan beach with some friends and they like came up and wanted to talk to my friends." She explained, "Brendan defintely got my friend's number while Jordan got an instagram. He was shy and, I did not expect him to be able to get one." She joked and Quinn laughed. "Safe to say, nothing ever happened between him and my friend, but Brendan and my friend Lexi hit it of well." she added. "That's funny, small world." He mused and she nodded. "Well, if I am correct- you are ten minutes late to you run." She smirked before diving back into the lake. "Maybe, if youre lucky, I might meet you at our secret hiding spot around 2." She grinned before swimming back, not bothering to get a verbal response out of him. They already knew the answer.

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joylinda-hawks · 23 days

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ZZH has always been and is a person who loves all kinds of physical activity. From a young age he exercised, rode a bike, played basketball, and later started playing golf. Thanks to this physical activity, ZZH gained a wonderful figure that we can only envy. But he got it thanks to hard work and determination. To achieve his goal and acquire better basketball skills, ZZH trained intensively for over 6 months. Even when he certainly felt tired after work, he went to training because he knew that only thanks to hard training he would achieve success. And ZZH succeeded, thanks to this he won the MVP title and was proud of it as ZZH himself and as a citizen of his homeland. Because his priority in the competition was to win on behalf of his country. ZZH is a true son of his homeland and believes in the justice he will receive. His dreams of continuing to play basketball were dashed by ZZH's injury, but he didn't give up and instead found a sport that was a little easier on his knee. And in this sport, ZZH decided to achieve success and win prizes. ZZH is not a person who gives up easily and always fights for what he wants to achieve. Both in personal and professional life. Here I chose a photo of ZZH that was taken of him while playing on the golf course. ZZH is dressed appropriately for this game - I think it is a golf set from the Descente brand. I associate this brand more with ski clothing, because that was its beginning, but as we can see, it is developing towards other sports. Their sportswear is simple and elegant and very suitable for the ZZH person. This white set with black inserts nicely highlights ZZH's silhouette. From several photos from the golf course, I chose the one taken by ZZH after hitting the ball, when ZZH still has the golf club raised and looks carefully at where the ball landed. The white color stands out clearly against the green background. The position of ZZH's body allows us to admire his perfect figure. ZZH has a focused expression on his face here, he is certainly wondering whether he made the right shot and whether the ball hit the target. I think that such sports activities allowed ZZH to break away from problems and focus on the game. Maybe it was for him to clear his thoughts and fatigue his body so that he could regenerate again after the ZZH game. His commitment to the game and striving for perfection shows us what kind of person ZZH is. He is a person who can fight and will certainly fight to restore his good name. Because it is a priority for him. ZZH will return to public appearances once he clears his name

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amityblu · 11 months

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Love Game, AoT Fanfic?

Eren J. x Black Reader

A/N: I’m mostly posting this to see the reaction. If y’all like it I’ll continue. This has been sitting in the drafts for about 2 or 3 months now. Might as well release it to the public! Let me know if y’all like it or not, I’m serious lol.

November 20XX

The air was cold and crisp as half of the men’s basketball team’s freshmen huddled together outside in an empty parking lot. A young man with long brown hair and a slim build was holding back laughter as he witnessed a slightly shorter young man with ginger hair stripping his shirt off. “C’mon Floch hurry it up we’re fucking freezing!” The tallest of the men spoke up. “Let him take his time Bert, this is for 50 bucks and his final paper.” The long haired man explained. Another young man with hair dyed light brown scoffed. “We’re out here because of your dumb ass idea, Eren.” Bertholdt nodded in agreement as Floch slung his boxers past his and Eren’s head. “You’re no fun Jean. What’s life without a little adrenaline?” Floch charged across the parking lot screaming as half of the men cheered him on. “Hell yeah Floch!” Eren yelled, causing Jean to punch him in the shoulder. “We better not get caught, Jaeger. Some of us don’t have daddy’s reputation to back us up.” The brunette rolled his eyes and slapped a heavy hand on Jean’s shoulder. “There’s no way we’re getting caught. Coach Smith has his little boyfriend on the trip with him. He’s busy getting busy, man.” Eren turned to see a stark naked Floch seconds from colliding into him. The men in fact do collide very hard, bringing them both to the ground. “Give me my fucking money Jaeger. And I want my final paper to be about Quantum Physics.” Eren rolled his eyes and slid Floch a fifty dollar bill before shoving him off. “Get dressed and then we’ll talk about your paper.” Bertholdt and Jean quickly dash off as Eren and Floch look on in confusion. Floch suddenly turns his attention to where his clothes once were, only seeing a pair of boxers. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

9 months later, August 20XX

You sat in the library rereading the same paragraph for the fifth time. Your roommate Sasha was loudly munching on a bag of chips. The sound almost bounced off of the walls of the shared study room. “Sasha could you please shut the fuck up?” Your mutual friend Connie was glaring at her from across the table. “If you ask nicely then maybe.” She took another obnoxiously loud bite of her chips. “Sasha I will spit in that bag and throw it away.” You closed your book with a soft snap of the pages. “Maybe I’m into that.” Sasha shrugged. Before she could reach into the bag again the door opened and a large hand scooped the bag up before crushing it. “I can see that you all are arguing over chips from outside. I’ll buy you more after we leave Sasha.” Your childhood friend Jean walked in and plopped into the seat next to yours. “Did I miss much?” He asked as he emptied his book bag. “No, you didn’t. It’s been an ASMR session for the past fifteen minutes.” Connie opened his laptop and shoved it towards Jean. “I’ve been waiting for you anyway. Solve for X.” Jean rolled his eyes before taking the laptop. “Whatever.” He took his wallet out and handed it to you. “I’ll pay for your drink if you get me a black coffee. Please and thank you.” Jean flashed a big grin as you hesitantly grabbed his wallet. “I’m getting whatever I want and it’s large.” You happily walked out of the study room and went to the elevator. You noticed a long haired man about the same height as Jean, a shorter blonde man and a woman with short black hair. You recognize the taller boy as Jean’s teammate, Eren. The other two were new faces.

The elevator ride down was quiet. The three of them kept to themselves and got off at the coffee shop too. You approached the barista, your classmate Christa. Her bright smile brought a sense of comfort to you as usual. “Are you ordering for yourself or Jean too?” She asked. “It’s actually on his dime.” You quickly flashed the small black wallet before taking the card out. You placed the order, a single black coffee and your favorite drink, and went to wait by the pick up area. A loud shout is heard from behind you, coming from Jean’s other teammate Floch. He and Eren were greeting each other… from other sides of the small cafe. Christa brought out the drinks and carefully handed them to you. “Please be careful. They’re hot.” You nodded reassuringly, “Careful is the only thing I know with this. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Christa waved as you walked away. Her face went from happy to shocked as the scene started to unfold in front of her.

Eren sprinted from his table with Mikasa and Armin to greet his teammate. He probably should’ve paid attention to his surroundings, but he never was the type to think first. He opened his arms to wrap them around his friend in an embrace, but suddenly felt something- no… someone get caught in his wide arms. He stopped dead in his tracks after hearing a crash and loud scream from the ground. You were covered in steaming coffee, cursing him loudly. Eren honestly hasn’t heard some of the words you used combined in such a… creative manner. “I’m… so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention-“ he started. “Obviously! Get out of my fucking way.” You shoved him out of the way and escaped to the bathroom.” Floch made his way over, holding back laughter. “Wow…” he said, “I don’t think that could’ve gone any worse.” Eren punched Floch in his shoulder as a response. “Don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one who gave a girl third degree burns.”

Jean came out of the elevator and stopped when he saw Eren and Floch still standing outside of the bathroom you scurried into. “What the hell happened? I got a text saying that you two almost gave her severe burns?” Eren’s shoulders dropped and before he could explain, Floch spoke up. “You know how we get. I riled this idiot up and your lady got caught in the crossfire.” Jean shot an annoyed at Floch, then Eren. “I said I was sorry and she told me to get the fuck out of her way!” A voice came from inside the bathroom, “I still want you far away from me! Get the fuck back!” Floch grabbed Eren’s hoodie, dragging him back to their table where a very confused Mikasa and Armin are still seated. “We’ll see you at practice tomorrow, horse face.”

Eren sat down, still in disbelief. “Dude I didn’t burn her did I? That’s a hospital bill. My dad won’t pay if I get fucking sued.” Armin spoke up, “I saw the whole thing happen. Most of the coffee landed next to her. You’re lucky she just wanted you to get away from her. I saw her punch a guy in the face last year at a party.” Mikasa simply shook her head in disappointment. “You could’ve just looked where you were going.” Eren buried his head in his hands. “Whatever, it’s happened now.” Armin and Mikasa gathered their things. “We’re heading to our class. See you tonight.” Armin said and the two were off. Eren peeked between his fingers, noticing Floch and his shit eating grin. “What? This is partly your fault too!” Floch took out his wallet and slid a hundred dollars out. “I have a deal for you Jaeger.” “Hell no man, fuck you.” Eren said flatly. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars. And you can come with me to my parents’ cabin in the mountains. You. Me. And whoever we invite during winter break.” Eren paused. “What’s the catch?” Floch glanced toward Jean and yourself, who just emerged from the restroom. “Convince that demon woman that she’s the one you want to bring to the cabin. You don’t actually have to follow through. You can bring someone else in the end,” Eren looked back at her, then at Floch. “You’re a dumbass Floch. I’m in. Maybe Pieck from Chemistry likes the mountains.” They shook hands and Floch rose to leave. “I'll give you until December. Maybe she’ll want to talk to you again in the meantime.” Eren crossed his arms, thinking about this situation. “Wait… how the hell am I supposed to get her to talk to me?” “Figure it out, that ‘Jaeger charm’ just might work for once.”

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100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

VEDY CHARACTER CARD #2

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The dark and eerie area of Votalia resonated with lively voices. There, what had caught my eye was Vedy, making a slam dunk on the street basketball court.

(Wow...Vedy just jumped so high up in the sky...)

Lost for words in astonishment, Vedy noticed me.

VEDY : Ah, Emma!! You really came!?

Expressing his joy with his whole being, he rushed towards me.

VEDY : You really came!! I'm so happy!!! You didn't get lost on the way, did you? Or get scared wandering around the city!?

He immediately fired off words like a machine gun, his tail wagging happily behind him, a clear indicator of his excitement.

(Being welcomed with so much enthusiasm...I can't help but smile...)

EMMA : Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine.

As I smiled back at him, his cheeks turned bright red.

VEDY'S FRIEND 1 : Why is Vedy blushing??

VEDY'S FRIEND 2 : Oooh~ Could this be Vedy's girlfriend!?

VEDY : Shut up! It's nothing like that!! Don't say such rude things!!

Teased from both sides by his basketball buddies, Vedy's face turned even redder.

VEDY : I'm really sorry, Emma! These guys, um... Well, in my country, there are a lot of rough types. But they mean well, really! They're my best friends!

As Vedy said that in the center of the circle, his friends playfully ruffled his hair.

(Vedy sure has a lot of friends...I can understand why. He seems like a really honest and nice guy. Just being around him makes me feel energized.)

VEDY : That's right, let me introduce you to these guys. I love street basketball, you see. Oi, Serro, come over here a bit!

As Vedy called out, a young man dashed over from near the goal.

VEDY : This is Serro, he's kind of like a sub-leader on my team.

SERRO : Yo.

VEDY'S FRIEND 1 : What do you mean by "kind of"? Give him a proper introduction!

One of Vedy's friend's joked and ruffled his hair again.

There was something odd about Serro...He was staring at me...

VEDY : Alright! Once the game is over, I'll show you around the city, so wait on the sidelines!

Though I felt Serro's gaze burning holes in me, I remained silent about it.

EMMA : Good luck with the game.

VEDY : Huh!? Yeah, of course! Um...

He slightly averted his gaze, his earlobes turning red as he fiddled with them with his fingertips.

VEDY : I-It means a lot having you cheering me on!

With that, Vedy returned to the court with his friends.

And at that moment....

SERRO : .........

(Serro...?)

As he turned to leave, I felt Serro's gaze linger on me for just a moment...

#Otome #yume100 #yume100 translations #夢王国と眠れる100人の王子様 #夢100 #100 sleeping princes and the kingdom of dreams #Dream Meister Translations #Vedy

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH2 TRAILER] CALL ME, BEEP ME

[★]; YOU'VE ALL HEARD THIS STORY BEFORE. The brothers best friend, the little sister, the googly, starry-eyed crush for the one guy she can never have. In the movies, her years of emotional turmoil are always rewarded with the romance to end all romances— spur of the moment declarations of love, whirlwind 'i've loved you all along's... but for you, your crush on Lee Jeno more or less fizzled out like the aftershocks of a seltzer in milk. When you don't talk to someone for a few years that's bound to happen, you guess; it only makes sense that those feelings dissipated into nothing but an embarrassing memory the moment you grew up a little. But old habits apparently die pretty damn hard. And as you're about to learn, one accidental misdial is going to remind you just how long a first love can last.

[MISDIAL MASTERLIST][PART 1][PART 2]

info; lee jeno x fem!reader, college au, slight slow burn, chaptered (more info in misdial masterlist!)

warnings; none for this trailer! // trailer wc; 1.6K

[a/n: ty for waiting so long for ch2!!! i'll be posting ch2 fully as soon as im done editing, which should take no longer than a few days :-0 to make sure you dont miss it, if you haven't already, comment on this post for taglist~

YOU ATTEMPT TO RETURN TO THE BLISSFUL, JENO-LESS EXISTENCE YOU LED BEFORE THE NIGHT OF OF YOUR LITTLE ADVENTURE. IT DOESN'T WORK.

Because your life apparently wasn’t hard enough, three and half weeks into the semester— around the time when everyone on campus should be settling into routine, not finding new surprises— you now see Lee Jeno around every corner of SNU.

(Figuratively and quite literally, if you’re counting a few days ago when he almost ran you over in Starbucks. His face had been buried in some schematic workbook as he wandered around one of the booths and, thankfully, he’d been too engrossed in the pages to do anything but stare when you yelped in surprise; and the moment of confusion had been just long enough for you to turn on your heel and dash out of that place. Why’d you run? You have no idea. Overkill? Probably. But when you think about what would have happened if you didn’t dip— some horrifying manner of small talk, no doubt— you’d choose to look like a crazy person a million more times if you had to.)

Places he hadn’t been before, Jeno now appears. He’s ahead of you in line in the cafeteria, playing games on his phone.

He’s in the campus quad, basketball under his arm, face alight with sweat as he laughs at something one of his teammates says.

Lee Jeno is in the library, trying and failing to catch the sour jellies Donghyuck is launching into the air via pencil-rubber band catapult. (And Lee Jeno is in your head for hours after they get kicked out, dumb croaky laugh floating around in your thoughts no matter how loudly you crank the volume of your headphones.)

He’s everywhere. Everywhere. A cruel joke played unto you by the heavens. And until today, it was your only mercy that the one place he suddenly didn’t seem to frequent, was the apartment in which you unfortunately lived.

When you got home, you’d been distracted. Too distracted to properly vet for any Lee Jeno-shaped figures the moment you opened the door. Outfit planning when Jeon Somi is involved is always a harrowing, full body experience, so your eyes (and unfortunately, attention) are elsewhere when you lock the door behind you and toss your keys on the kitchen island. You stop dead in the middle of the foyer to respond to the group chat, fingers flying across the screen in an attempt to veto all of her insane suggestions before they can truly take shape— Matching pink tube-tops?— so you don’t look up to see who’s in the living room.

“Rockstar!” a voice calls out.

Jaemin. Expected, because you’re pretty sure he’s here more often than his own home. His sing-songy voice is intermingled with video game sounds and Donghyuck’s curses.

Only two of them being around is rare, on oddity with the amount of them that have free time at this hour, but you're too busy frowning at your phone to think too hard about that.

[Somi Brat, 5:47PM]: IF NOT PINK TUBE TOPS THEN WHAT, BITCH????? DID YOU NOT HEAR ME WHEN I SAID SEONGWHA WAS GOING TO BE THERE

[You, 5:47PM]: wtf do you mean then what [You, 5:47PM]: literally anything else you psycho it’s a frat party not the met

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that, Na?”

“Oh, maybe a thousand,” he says innocently. “And I told you that I’ll drop it when you come up with something better. Rockstar has so much history. How old were you when I started calling you that, huh? Five? Six?”

You grunt in disapproval. “Try fourteen.”

[LIALOMLPERFECTANGEL, 5:47PM]: They would not let you into the Met in a tube top<3

[Somi Brat, 5:47PM]: I NEED TO STAND OUT THIS IS THE FIRST REAL EVENT OF THE YEAR [Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: AND ITS NOT A FRAT PARTY, ITS A BIRTHDAY THING, ITS WAY DIFFERENT [Somi Brat, 5:48PM]: ALL YOU DO IS WEAR YOUR DUMB LEATHER JACKET AND CALL IT AN OUTFIT [Somi Brat, 5:48PM]: BE SEXY WITH ME FOR ONE NIGHT! IT WILL NOT KILL YOU!!!!

[You, 5:48PM]: No

[LIALOMLPERFECTANGEL, 5:48PM]: But she looks hot in that leather jacket ;3c

[Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: YKW? IM COMNG TO GET YOU [Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: IM GOING TO MAKE YOU AN OUTFIT. YOU OWE ME. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER YOU'RE COMING TO MY HOUSE

[chaeyoung beloved, 5:50PM]: wait hold on. why do WE have to match for YOU to get laid?

[Ryubear, 5:50PM]: Are you trying to tell us that Seongwha wants to fuck a quadruplet?

[chaeyoung beloved, 5:50PM]: 💀

“I’ll think about it,” Jaemin simpers, which he always says when you scold him for that blasted nickname, so that really means that he’ll be doing no such thing. “Anyway! We’re going to eat out a little later, do you want to come? Hyuck was thinking hotpot but if Renjun finds out we had hotpot without him he’ll throw a fit, so you could be our tie-breaker. Other option is burgers.”

“Renjun getting angry is half the fun,” Donghyuck cuts in absentmindedly. “It’s cute when his face gets all pink and pouty— Damn it, piece of shit Mcree! Stupid fucking—”

Hotpot…? Hotpot. You’re only half listening to them.

You just hum in response, too preoccupied with trying to read the onslaught of texts the group chat is receiving; and to add to the distraction, Somi doesn’t seem to be bluffing about coming to get you earlier than previously planned. Which means she’s actually on her way here— and you’re not ready at all.

“I’m not going to be home tonight, Jaem. Actually, I’m probably gonna be out of here in the next ten minutes. Sorry.” With Somi behind the wheel, it actually might be closer to five. “But my vote would’ve been burgers.”

“Traitor,” Donghyuck whines.

Your phone finally stops vibrating with notifications and you begin to drift towards your bedroom. You guess you should be counting your lucky stars that Mark’s not here, honestly, because with the grilling he’d be subjecting you to right now there’s no way you’d be able to pack in time.

‘Leaving?’ he’d ask. ‘What do you mean you’re leaving? Where are you going?’

No answer would suffice. You could say you were headed to Rome to get blessed by the Vatican himself, and he’d still ask how well you knew the guy.

Did you at least check the traffic report?

How are you getting there?

Want me to drop you off? What about pick you up?

Don’t take Yeoksam, I heard that road was slow earlier.

Take a jacket. Did you check the forecast? What if it rains?

“Thunderstorms tonight.”

…Wait. That last one didn’t come from you. Mark’s nagging voice is almost comically high in your head, and that tone you’d just heard was so gruff that it was closer to bass than anything else— which meant it didn’t come from Jaemin or Donghyuck either. You spin around so fast that you almost slip on the hardwood.

Five pairs of eyes are staring back at you when you whip your gaze towards the living room.

“It’s supposed to storm tonight,” Jeno repeats.

He must take your stunned silence as disbelief, because he even reaches into his pocket to find his phone and dutifully check the weather. You stare at him as though he’s just materialized into your home, deer in headlights. “Pretty late, near midnight.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jaemin adds. “I heard it was going to be pretty nasty, actually. Where are you headed? You’re not going to be out in that, right?”

Jeno tilts his head back to look at you when you don't respond, and you look away after what feels like a second too long.

Suddenly you feel like you’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet; thoughts stumbling, overly aware of what you’re wearing, what your hair must look like after walking home through the blazing wind. “No… Uh, no. No, a friend is picking me up. I’m not driving.”

Chenle snickers. “Way to dodge the question,” he says snootily.

“And way to not mind your business,” you mutter back, expression instantly souring. “What, you don’t have any school children to dunk on right now, Lele?”

You stick your tongue out at him reflexively when he turns all the way around in his seat to glare at you. “Will you shut up about that? It was one kid. And my business? Your whereabouts are my business, fool, because if you die in some freak rain accident Mark will skin all of us alive for not at least asking you where you were going. So sue me for trying to self-preserve—”

Jisung smacks him.

He almost takes Chenle’s shoulder off with how hard he swings, tweety-bird pout taking up half his face as the other boy yelps. The attack surprises you as much as it does him. “Hey! Don’t say things like that! Haven’t you heard of manifestation!?”

“Manifestation?” Chenle repeats, eyes wide. “Since when do you know words that big?”

“Mark told me about it! He was telling me during dance practice today—”

“And so because he said it, it must be true? Do you believe in fortune cookies too, Jisung? Or do you only pretend to be stupid when Mark is around?”

Jisung’s ears go pink and he leaps onto Chenle, but the older boy is ready for him. The living room descends into the squabbling you’ve become so accustomed to in these last few weeks, and the moment Jaemin’s attention is no longer on you— “Don’t fight, children, don’t fight!”— you take the chance to escape. There are eyes on your back when you snatch your bag up from the ground (whose, you’re not quite sure, although you know who you hope it’s not) and you shut your bedroom door just in time to see a text from Somi’s come to life on your still-cracked screen.

God. You can’t catch a break.

[Somi Brat, 5:57PM]: TWO MINUTES AWAY, LOVERGIRL [Somi Brat, 5:57PM]: I HOPE YOU’RE READY, BECAUSE TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE ONE FOR THE RECORDS 😈

You stare at this text for much longer than is probably sane, lungs tingling in your chest when you realize you're holding your breath— and for some ominous reason, you have a feeling that she's not going to be wrong.

[♥︎]: and there it is, folks! please leave a like if you enjoyed! ch2 will be posted soon, and if you read this first from the tags or something and liked it, check out chapter one ;-P

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Air - Movie Review

AIR

A movie by Ben Affleck

These days people watch movies while commuting to office, during office hours (shocking, but true!), on road trips, in restaurants while eating, bathing…yes, the list is endless. With the advent of OTT platforms and cheap internet we watch anything, everything and all the time.

But I still prefer the “old fashioned” way of watching movies on weekends. To select something that will make a lazy Sunday noon interesting and entertaining is quite a task at times but I make sure it is worth the wait.

Last Sunday I saw “Air”, a movie based on Nike’s transformation from an also-ran sports shoe company to the leader in basketball shoe sales.

Initially I thought the movie was an adaptation of Nike founder Phil Knight’s bestseller memoir “Shoe Dog” but it isn’t. Instead, it focuses on one of Nike’s foremost employees, basketball talent scout Sonny Vaccaro, played by Matt Damon, who is hired to sign NBA players for marketing their basketball shoe line. Seeing Damon as a middle-aged man with a paunch and a weary face, in simple t shirts and pants working in a typical 80s office setting felt so refreshing somehow. Every other office-based movie or show these days has slick suits, ray-ban shades, super sleek bodies, razor sharp looks with employees looking more like models off the ramp walk than college graduates with degrees.

Along with Matt Damon, the movie boasts of an impressive star cast of –

Ben Affleck as Phil Knight

Chris Tucker as VP of Nike’s Basketball division

Viola Davis as Deloris Jordan, Michael Jordan’s mother

Chris Messina as David Falk, Jordan’s agent

Jason Bateman as Rob Strasser, Director of Marketing at Nike

Matthew Maher as Peter Moore the creative director

Matt Damon is at the top of his game in this sports drama while traits of understated elegance and nonchalance with an unexpected dash of arrogance in Ben Affleck’s Phil makes him a delight to watch. The argumentative verbal banter over telephone (yes, it is the 80s, remember?!) between Matt Damon and Chris Messina is thoroughly entertaining making you chuckle while the depth and grace portrayed by Viola Davis steals the show from everyone around her. Matt Damon’s short, game-changing speech addressing Michael towards the end makes you sit up to listen and process each word as future is unveiled in the form of newspaper cut-outs and headlines on the screen.

A casual scene in office where Jason Bateman as Rob Strasser, laments about his personal life to Matt is so realistic and superbly enacted, that though you may have heard similar conversation before, it emits a high emotional wave. It shows us how little we know about those who we work and spend time with 5 days a week and often for years at a stretch. It made me reflect upon the sacrifices made by so many of us at some point or the other, with respect to our family lives and our personal gratification for our organization, our jobs, for that monthly pay check.

And so, when Matt Damon says to Michael in the end, “Each of us sitting here at this table will be forgotten when our time over here is up but for you” it hits you all the more. It tells you in plain, simple words – most of us are replaceable, forgettable. It makes you realize that legends are born once in a while and are one among millions.

Apart from the serious dialogue exchanges, the movie has its fair share of laughs and witty one-liners as well, especially those delivered by Ben Affleck wearing a deadpan expression. The wonderful comic timing of Chris Tucker and his matter-of-fact life truths gives the movie many light moments. The banter amongst employees as they are discussing, brainstorming or arguing is so natural, you will be able to relate to it instantly if you have ever worked in a corporate environment.

Even though the entire movie is a pursuit of Michael Jordan, Affleck chooses not to show his face even once, adding enigma and arrogance to the then future legend.

Though we all know how the end will pan out, (who hasn’t heard of Air Jordan shoes from Nike, bestsellers since its launch?) the slick editing and smooth direction keep you riveted to the screen. Maybe cause somewhere behind all the negativity in life, we all believe in the power of dreams, no matter how absurd or unattainable they may seem.

With this movie, we get to know and carry with us a story about a legend, or maybe two legends. And isn’t that one of the reasons we watch movies for? To be a part of stories, to peek into the lives of people who seem like us in every way but still so different, so inaccessible, so inspiring.

Watch this movie for its story-line, acting, simple but thought-provoking dialogues, direction, and yes, to see Ben Affleck’s purple Porsche, or rather “grape” coloured Porsche!

#air jordan #nike air #ben affleck #matt damon #amazonprime #amazon #amazon prime video #movie review

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youtwitinmyface · 1 year

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NEWMEN #1

Written by Eric Stephenson and Rob Liefeld Drawn by Jeff Matsuda Published by Image Comics The Newman was a group of superheroes introduced in a crossover storyline called Extreme Prejudice, which ran through several issues of Rob Liefeld's Extreme Studios comics that were published by Image Comics in 1993. The concept is not exactly original to be honest. They're basically the New Mutants, the comic that launched Liefeld to superstardom. It was revealed that some humans are born with the "Nu-Gene", which eventually manifests various superpowers in them. And for this there are many humans who fear and hate all people who are "Nu-Gene Positive." So wise adult has gathered a group of Nu-Gene Positive teenagers to train them how to use their powers.

Yeah, like I said, not exactly original. John Proctor is their leader/mentor. He had a connection to the original group of Newmen who existed back in the 1960's, but eventually disbanded. The kids on this team are the children of the originals, who Proctor assembled to face a supervillain called Quantum, who was basically the Extreme Studio's equivalent of Magneto.

In this first issue, which was published in April 1994, the team are living in a house in Seattle. The story opened with the teenagers playing basketball in the backyard. This is an effective way to introduce the characters and display their powers for the audience. We've got REIGN, a boy with various telekinetic powers which are focused through some type of emerald that he wears on his forehead. DASH, a girl who can run at super speed. BYRD, a boy with wings on his arms who can fly. EXIT, a boy who can create mini-wormholes in the air which allow him to transport himself and other objects instantly from one place to the next, like teleportation. And KODIAK, who's a big strong bear-like creature. The kids engage in a lot of trash-talking and horseplay, with Kodiak, in particular, being the butt of most jokes. After the game ends, Proctor calls them inside to lecture them on the need to improve their teamwork. Just then a story on the news saw an unnamed supervillain as attacked Washington University, and erected a wall of dirt around the campus. So Proctor has them suit up and head to the scene. The villain causing the ruckus calls himself Elemental, and he has the power to manipulate the ground...and air, and stuff. He's searching for something on the campus, but can't find it. and was actually ready to leave when the Newmen show up. They fight, they defeat him, and that's that. And it ends with a slight cliffhanger, which hints at the next threat the team will face. Overall it's a pretty generic book. As a teenager who bought everything Image published at the time I'm sure I loved it, but looking back at it as an adult I can see its weaknesses. I think this was Eric Stephenson's first full series as a writer, and I can see what he was going for, but as yet the characters weren't fully developed beyond creative names. It's hard not to compare this to Wildstorm's Gen 13, which debuted a couple of months earlier and also featured five teenagers born with superpowers who were led by an older man. That book was much better and would go on to become one of the biggest hits of the original Image Comics line-up. I believe this was also Jeff Matsuda's first professional work as an artist, and you can see the raw talent he possessed, but his work here is still very...90's. NEWMEN #1

#image comics #rob liefeld #extreme studios #jeff matsuda #eric stephenson #newmen #rob liefeld's newmen #comic books #comic book reviews #J.R. LeMar reviews comic books

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brokenbowen-a · 4 years

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TAGGED BY: stolen TAGGING: @luthcrandsupcr @gotspirits @solarecour @starstaiined @choiicesmade @damagecompiilation @brokenisims @jealousypushed @hardfcclings @childrenofslumber @chrmiing @goseabrook & anyone else who wants to do this!

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

NAME - richard ‘ricky’ michael bowen EYE COLOUR - brown HAIR STYLE / COLOUR - messy curls/brown with even lighter brown highlights HEIGHT - 6′0′’ CLOTHING STYLE - lots of hoodies, long sleeves. has a tendency to layer, wear more than one jacket at once... has a very extensive van collection BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE - his smile or his eyes

LAYER TWO : THE INSIDE

FEARS - losing the people he loves, especially nini. ruining things. people leaving. not being good enough. GUILTY PLEASURE - musicals. i... don’t know, honestly? BIGGEST PET PEEVE - judgmental people AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE - to go to college. be a musician, maybe do theatre. marry nini and start a family.

LAYER THREE : THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS UPON WAKING UP: that it’s too early, especially if he got little to no sleep the night before. WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MOST: i... can’t even lie, it’s probably, definitely, nini. WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: too much, honestly this is when all his insecurities and sad thoughts really hit, and why he gets no sleep a lot of the time. WHAT YOUR BEST QUALITY IS: his heart and his loyalty.

LAYER FOUR : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES - single. he wouldn’t mind group dates with the other couples in the gang or anything though, to be honest. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED - to be loved. BEAUTY OR BRAINS - brains. DOGS OR CATS - dogs.

LAYER FIVE : DO YOU…

LIE - sometimes. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF - no. which hurts. BELIEVE IN LOVE - yes, purely because of nini. WANT SOMEONE - well, he already has someone, so no. he’s only got eyes for her.

LAYER SIX : EVER BEEN …

BEEN ON STAGE: yes. DONE DRUGS: no. CHANGED WHO YOU WERE TO FIT IN: no, i don’t think so.

LAYER SEVEN : FAVORITES

FAVOURITE COLOR - blue. FAVOURITE ANIMAL - dogs, probably. FAVOURITE MOVIE - it’s now a tie between spider-man: homecoming and high school musical FAVOURITE GAME - ... i don’t know video games outside of nintendo, but insert a popular one here a gamer boy would probably like

LAYER EIGHT : AGE

DAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE - march 15th HOW OLD WILL YOU BE - 18 AGE YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY - n/a. i don’t have a headcanon for this and i’m not sure if i will ever be comfortable having one. DOES AGE MATTER - in romantic relationships? yes.

LAYER NINE : IN A PERSON

BEST PERSONALITY - kind, caring, loyal, talented, soft, sweet BEST EYE COLOUR - brown BEST HAIR COLOUR - brown BEST THING TO DO WITH A PARTNER - literally, anything, as long as they’re together. though, he does really love cuddling and kissing and soft moments.

LAYER TEN : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE - nini I FEEL - sad I HIDE - my feelings I MISS - my mom I WISH - i was good enough

#( here’s a basketball to the face! // dash games )#( brave and strong and broken all at once // study )#(me: thank you @ cassie for tagging me in a ton of dash games)#(also me: does not do any of the ones she tagged me in)

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Hiii! I don't know if your requests are open. But i would still like to request one. I would a knb one where the gom+kagami gfs wore a skirt(which shrunk during washing and had no choice but to wear it) and every time they bent, their patience are tested until they couldn't take it anymore. Their s/o completed obvious to the attention they are getting from others.

GOM Boys + Kagami and Short Skirt Reader (f!reader)

Akashi

“[Y/N]-chan, lets go in here.” You pause in your walk with Akashi around town, spending the lovely outside, in front of a pose looking clothing store.

“Here? Why?”

“I thought you might like to buy something in here.” He replied with a soft smile.

“Oh...Akashi-kun...I don’t know. It looks awfully expensive.”

“It’s my treat.” He countered. The corners of his soft smile becoming strained. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

“I appreciate it Akashi-kun, but I couldn’t let you do that. Spending money on me like that would make me feel uncomfortable.”

“[Y/N] please.” Now not only were the corners of his mouth strained, but his voice as well. “I’m trying to put this as delicately as possible but, you’re skirt is too short.” You blink at Akashi. Not expecting that, nor did you really think your skirt was that short. Sure you’d had it since middle school but... “It’s incredibly distracting, and not just for me.” His mouth scrunched in an unflattering frown before it softened again. Those beautiful crimson eyes darting to the left, sending a pack of boys running off. “So please, let me buy you a new skirt or outfit. You look beautiful in anything, so you don’t need a short skirt like that to get my attention.”

That hadn’t been your intention in wearing the skirt today and you blush. “Well....ok.” It was always really hard to argue with him.

Akashi bought you a new outfit in the store; you dare not look at the price tags. You continue on your date hand in hand. Your skirt you had thrown in the shopping bag after changing mysteriously vanishing when you got home.

Aomine

The bell for second period ending chimed, and was soon drowned out by the sound of students shuffling through the halls. You were about to join them to your next class when Ryo asked if you’d seen Aomine. He wasn’t in class, apparently, and he took it upon himself to collect his teammate’s assignments to pass them on to him.

Such a nice guy.

You look towards the window, where the sun was shinning brightly, and sighed. “I’ll give them to him.” You knew exactly where he was.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, you of course find Aomine there. Stretched out like a cat in the warm sun, dozing the day away in the fresh air.

“Honestly Aomine, you couldn’t even make it to second period?”

The tall, tan basketball star opened his eyes slowly from his cat nap and grinned at you. "What up with your skirt?”

Your cheeks turn red and you tried to futilely pull the front down. “I-I-It shrunk in the wash! The school was supposed to get me a new one but they didn’t have my size!”

“Nah. Keep it. I like this one much better.” His grin grew wider. “Did you wear those blue panties just for me today? Since it’s my favorite color?”

Your blush deepened and your growled at your boyfriend. You swing your arm to swat at his propped up knee but he caught your wrist and pulled you down. Forcing you to fall haphazardly on top of him; just like he planned.

“A-Aomine! Q-Quit it!”

“Nope. No can do.” He replied. His hand on your thigh. “I held out as long as I could. You can’t expect me not to react when you wear your battle panties in front of me.”

Needless to say, neither of you made it to third period.

Kagami

Another lively afternoon at Serin basketball practice. You were sitting on the bleachers, watching your friends and boyfriend, play 2-on-2 games around the court for training. You would cheer Kagami and some of the others on. Doing your part to motivate the team as your way to show support.

Riko finally blew her whistle to call for a break and the team let out a collective sigh of relief.

“H-H-Here!” You look put at Kagami when he came up to you, cheeks flushed, holding out his warm up jacket. “Put it on!”

“I...uh..thanks Kagami-kun. But I’m not cold.” You assume that why he gave it to you.

“It’s not that! Just put it on! Don’t worry. It’s not dirty or anything.”

“Um...ok. But why?”

“Don’t worry about it!” He snapped. “Just put it on!”

You frown and grumble a little, before you demand, “no. Not until you tell me why.”

Kagami grumbled himself and looked away. “....your skirt....” He said it so quietly that you have to give a little ‘hn?’ and he repeated, “your skirt. It keeps riding up when you cheer. I can’t practice right.....”

You blink in confusion, then blush. You hadn’t thought about your skirt coming up when you cheered. Now you felt embarrassed.

You took his jacket and put it on. Obviously swimming in it with your boyfriend’s large frame, which was good for once because it fell past your skirt for coverage. “Is this better Kagami-kun?”

The red head’s eyes went a little wide, and his cheeks darked to almost the shade of his hair. “N-N-No!” He exclaimed, taking you by surprise, before he looked away and scratched his head. “Now you look even cuter......”

Kise

“It was so nice of manager-san to give me this skirt. I can’t believe I own something from a designer now!”

Kise grumbled beside you as you left his photoshoot. His hand attached to yours squeezing it tighter as you walked. “Kise-kun? Is something wrong?”

The blonde seemed to realize that he was frowning, and quickly bounced back to his jovial self. “What? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong [Y/N]-cchi. Just tired I guess.” You give a suspicious hum at Kise. Knowing that when he did 180s like this that something really was wrong.

“Kise, you know you can tell me anything. If something wrong, just tell me.”

“It’s....your skirt.” He finally confessed. Looking slightly to the left, away from you. “I’m all for fashion, and it was really nice of manager-san to give it to you, but....it’s too short. And I didn’t want to say anything because I sound like a cranky old man, but it’s true! [Y/N]-cchi’s perfect legs are only for me! I don’t want anyone else to see them!”

You snicker at Kise’s outburst. He could really be so silly sometimes.

“If you didn’t want me to wear it, then why didn’t you say anything.”

“I didn’t want to insult manager-san.” He told you. “He’s helped a lot with my career. And he really was being so nice to you. Plus, green is not my color.” Meaning he was jealous.

You giggle again and lean up to give him a kiss. “Lets head back to my place then and I’ll take it off. I’ll put on something more ‘appropriate’ for you.”

“Or....maybe don’t.” His hand squeezed yours again, only this time his face held on to a bright grin when he looked at you.

“We’ll see.”

Kuroko

You fiddle with the charm on your phone as you head down the street, leaving your apartment to go meet Kuroko.

He was supposed to meet you at your house, but when you didn't see him outside you just assumed that he got mixed up and went to the bookstore you had been planning to go to instead. Boys could be so spacey sometimes.

"Short," you jump a little at the sound behind you, seeing Kuroko there. "Your skirt is short."

"K-Kuroko-kun! Don't scare me like that! Wait....what?" It took you a minute to process what Kuroko was saying, being startled like that. "My skirt is too short?"

"Yes." Kuroko replied in his normal, soft tone, with a little nod. "It's too short."

You grumble a little and stamp your foot. "Who are you to tell me my skirt is too short??"

"No one I guess. But, I'm your boyfriend." He said. As if you needed to be reminded. "And I don't like other people staring at you, [Y/N]-kun." You blink once back at him. You hadn't noticed anyone staring. Nor had you noticed the slight tightening in Kuroko's fist until now. "It's why I've been following behind you for a while now. To keep your butt safe."

You let out a startled squeal and swat Kuroko in the arm as your cheeks turn red. "D-Don't say stuff like that!" You scold while he rubbed his arm. But...maybe he was right. Maybe it was too short. "Fine. Follow me home and I'll go change."

"Right behind you." Kuroko said with a smirk as he came along.

Midorima

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ You repeated over and over in your mind as you sprinted in a mad dash towards school.

You alarm hadn’t gone off, and it was honestly a miracle you had woken up even remotely close to the time with just enough time to make it out the door in a panic. If you some how made it to school on time you would never forget to set your alarm again!!

Cresting the hill, you see the gates to the school coming into view. And, more importantly, Midorima standing there. He was always on time, so he must have been waiting for you. Your heart swelled at the thought of it, and it gave you the extra boost to run fast towards him.

“Midorima-kun!”

“Don’t shout. In any case why are you so -- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!?!”

You come to an abrupt halt in front of your boyfriend. Not expecting that response when you got close to him. “W-What? My uniform?”

“That’s not your uniform! That skirt is too short!”

You look down and turn about as red as Midorima was as you realize the skirt you had pulled out of your closet was your middle school uniform skirt. Not your high school one. They looked close enough in color you hadn’t noticed, and thought the ‘breeze’ was from you running. Could this day get any worse!!

There was movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up from your moping to see a field of green being offered to you. “The Oha Asa is never wrong.”

“M-Midorima-kun.....” You feel like you’re about to cry as you take the scarf and wrap it around your waist. This would do, for now. At least until you could get to your gym locker after first period.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late for class.”

You smile at Midorima and fall in beside him as you head to class. Spirts lifted. Maybe you should listen to the Oha Asa more too.

Murasakibara

"What is the process called when an animal reproduces with itself? Is it A) Biomorphic reproduction? B) Symbiotic reproduction? Or C) Asexual reproduction? ....Mura-kun....? Mura-kun? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ccccccaaaannnn'ttt...." Murasakibara whined from his place across from you at the table. Looking rather comical scrunched up like that.

"Jeez Mura-kun. I offer to help you study. The least you can do is pay attention."

"Ehh.... I can't. [Y/N]-chin is trying to seduce me."

"W-What??"

The towering teen smirked before he licked the potato chip salt off his fingers, then tugged at the hem of your skirt. "[Y/N]-chin's legs look like tasty mochi. I can't resist."

Your cheeks turn pink and you bat his hand away before returning to your book. "Y-Your...You're not going to get out of this so easy Murasakibara-kun! You need to study!"

Murasakibara frowned with a low hum of disappointment before retuning to his potato chips. "I'd rather have mochi......"

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shoichee · 3 years

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how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

#knb #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #knb x reader #knb x y/n #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #haizaki shougo #haizaki shogo #kuroko no basket #knb fic #knb fics

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camels-pen · 2 years

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cuddlebug, stuck in a hug

Summary:

Danny and Wes cuddle on their first Valentine's day together. There's more revenge involved than you'd think.

also meant for my fellow lovely ufs clowns @redead-red @echoghost1 and @kawaiijohn

Ao3 Link

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“I literally hate you so much.”

“We’re holding hands. You’re cuddling me. I’ve been trapped here for two hours—”

“Did you want to leave?”

“Well, no, but it’s the principle of the matter.” Wes snuggled further into Danny’s chest. “You’re hopelessly in love with me. And you brought this situation on yourself.”

“Okay, yeah, but don’t you think this is a bit overboard?” Danny wound his tail further around Wes’ legs, tangling up their limbs and bringing them even closer. “I mean, I only really followed you this one time and I didn’t hide from you.”

Wes snorted. “Oh that’s a riot coming from you, Mr. I-can’t-let-my-boyfriend-out-of-sight-because-he’ll-die.” He sighed. “And again, principle.”

Danny frowned. “I just wanted to know you’d be okay.”

Wes rolled his eyes. “I was at a game.”

“An away game.”

“Yeah, an away game that was barely outside the city limits.” He scoffed. “Just say you don’t trust me to not get horrifically injured on my own already and then I can indignantly kick you out.”

“No, you’re too comfy,” Danny whined, curling further around Wes. “Stay with me. Stay safe in my strong muscle-y arms.”

“Muscle-y?”

“You know what I mean.” He flexed his arms enough that Wes could feel them around him. “My beefcake arms.”

Wes hummed. “I don’t know, they still look pretty noodle-y to me.”

Danny huffed. “You’re just saying that because you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.”

“You were the one who invited me to the game!”

“I invited Danny Fenton to the game, not Danny Phantom!” Wes reached up to tug a little at Danny’s hair, still irritated that most of the crowd’s attention had been on Danny instead of Wes and his teammates. “And you were the one who said you were busy.” Danny nuzzled his face into Wes’ hair and took a deep breath in. He mumbled something unintelligible. “What? Speak up, man.”

“I had a rough day.” Wes held in the scoff that he desperately wanted to let out. There hadn’t been a single report of any ghost attacks in Amity or Elmerton, the most rowdy ghosts having struck a deal with Danny a few days before so that Danny and Wes could have a ghost-free Valentine’s day. And Dash volunteered to help the basketball team as a substitute player and help with set-up and take down of the equipment. There shouldn’t have been anything or anyone left to really give him a rough time, but, he guesses, Danny’s parents always manage to find the worst timing.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

For several minutes, Danny stayed silent, breathing deeply into Wes’ sweaty hair, the red headed boy barely having time to close his bedroom door before being trapped within the arms of his boyfriend, not even let up for a much needed shower. And while usually it was normal for the two of them to lapse into comfortable silence while cuddling, Danny was clearly holding something back.

“Danny?” The ghost boy stayed silent. “Whatever it is, I probably won’t be mad.”

That earned a snort. “Only probably?” he said with a weak chuckle.

“Depends on how many of my cameras you broke and how many you’re trying to hide.”

Danny huffed a silent laugh, his breath tickling Wes’ hair. “Your cameras are all intact and exactly where you left them.”

“A likely story, but go on.”

“I just—” He paused, taking a breath and starting again. “It’s dumb.”

Wes groaned internally. Ever since they started dating, Danny practically said that about anything and everything. Almost every time he managed to use the words incorrectly, whether that’s using it to describe something incredibly sophisticated like the journalism industry or unknowingly downplaying a terrible injury. He had no way to properly predict whatever the ghost boy was trying to tell him. “Try me.”

“I can’t change back.”

Wes pulled away abruptly to look up at Danny. “What?”

Danny blushed and averted his eyes. “It’s not a big deal, okay? Mom and Dad roped me into helping them in the lab before school and I was trying to make it less lethal when they left, but, I don’t know, something happened and I got blasted into the wall in ghost form, unable to turn back.” He moved to rest his forehead against Wes’ and closed his eyes. “I had to ditch today—and I meant it when I said I was busy; I had a science test with Falluca that I probably got an automatic zero on—and when I remembered your game was today, I decided I might as well just go out and watch you play.

“Plus, when I’m in ghost form, my protection obsession is a lot stronger so…” He pointedly kissed Wes’ forehead. Wes didn’t bother hiding his smile, though confusion soon overtook his contentment.

“Wait a minute, why didn’t you just go to Foley or Manson? Couldn’t one of them have figured it out with you and changed you back?”

“As soon as my parents got back they watched that thing like a hawk. I told Tucker and Sam not to miss the test just for me so they went to my house after school. They’re still trying to get it, and I think they have Jazz in on it now, but it’ll probably take a while.” Danny sighed. “Sorry for ruining Valentine’s,” he mumbled.

Wes trailed soft kisses from his collarbone up to his chin before wiggling up in his hold to plant a long warm kiss on Danny’s lips. The other boy relaxed into it, chasing Wes’ lips as they parted. Wes chuckled. “Trust me, you didn’t ruin a thing.”

The tip of Danny’s tail curved around Wes’ waist, slotting their bodies against each other from where they had drifted slightly apart. “I had it all planned out, you know? Finish my test then fly over to catch the last half of your game. Then I would’ve taken you out to that one fancy restaurant, you know with the tiny burgers? And I would’ve had like, crab or something, I don’t know.” Wes' smile grew the more Danny spoke. “I had a bunch of money saved up from chores too so we could eat all we wanted, because you know their food is tiny as heck and I have no clue how you manage to feel full after only, like, two tiny plates, but—”

He placed a finger to Danny’s mouth, silencing him. The ghost boy blinked at him. “Danny, I know you had a plan, but honestly, just being with you like this is enough for me. This is probably the best Valentine’s day I’ve ever had.”

Danny opened his mouth, no doubt to protest, but Wes quickly cut him off. “I know, I know. This is the first year either of us aren’t single on Valentine’s, but really, I can’t think of anything better than cuddling with my boyfriend.”

They both smiled and spent a few more moments silently enjoying their closeness before Danny spoke up. “So… you’ll take down the Reddit posts, right?”

Wes smirked. “I don’t know, I think you’re gonna have to convince me.”

Danny mirrored his smirk, eyes flicking down to his lips. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that.”

Wes leaned in for another kiss before he felt gloved hands brush against his ribs and he let out a startled laugh, which quickly grew to full on tears-in-his-eyes laughter once Danny started attacking him on both sides and rapidly picking up the pace. “Okay, I give, I give! I’ll- I’ll take them down!” Wes said, struggling to breathe between his laughs.

As he calmed down and Danny kissed the tip of his nose, Wes couldn’t help but echo his previous words in his head. Truly, he couldn’t think of a better way to spend Valentine’s day than in the strong and caring arms of his boyfriend.

End Note!

Weston GRoOGs = Weston Gets Rid of Overprotective Ghosts

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