#(we got last names for both of them woop woop!)

[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia Au (Part Three)

Mr.R

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, crying, eating of goldfish, mentions of 'stalking', just the boys being fluffy

Notes - IDK if I like this one, it's gone through a few re-writes, but I'm putting off other writting and my ADHD took that as a cue to get back on this instead, so I hope you enjoy!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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“Boss!” A loud voice boomed, Steve and Bucky both waking up with a start, their necks strained. “Boss!” The voice called again, though this time closer. “Boss!” 

“Wha’s going on?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up slightly. 

“I don’t know yet, Little Dove.” Bucky turned to them, Steve standing up to address whoever woke them. 

“Boss!” 

“Peter! Do not repeat yourself.” Steve said sternly as he opened the bedroom’s door, a weary Peter on the other side. “Have you ever heard of a phone call?” 

“I have.” He said timidly. “Which is why I called you twenty three times before barging in.” His words got more confident as he continued. 

“Right.” Steve sighed, his phone in his room, Bucky’s too. “Okay. Okay, what’s going on then?” Steve asked, his hands whipping down his face, trying to get rid of his tired expression.

“It’s about, about, you know.” Peter tried to keep the conversation light in front of Y/n. 

“No Pete, we don’t know.” Bucky chimed in, turning the corner, Y/n in hand. 

“It’s about R U M L O W.” He spelled the name out. 

“Oh! R U M L O W that’s how you spell our last name woop woop!” Y/n sang a little jingle and did a little shimmy, Bucky smiling at them, as Steve looked to Pete with anger in his eyes. 

“Very good little dove.” Bucky cooed, swinging their hand a little. 

“Why don’t we take this to an office?” Steve asked Peter, his arm gesturing for them to leave the room, Y/n frowning as she saw the two begin to leave. 

“Wai’ Steve!” Y/n called out unexpectedly. “Don’ wan’ you t’leave me!” They broke free of Bucky’s grasp, rushing to Steve instead. 

“We have to go talk business, My Dove.” He softly smiled, bending down slightly to give them a forehead kiss. 

“Righ’.” They frowned and let go of him, walking back to bed without another word. 

Bucky and Steve both watched confused, Y/n’s shoulders curled in slightly, yet no crying or protesting in sight. “We’ll meet you in my office, Pete.” Bucky cut in. “Close the door Steve.” He said as the boy walked away, the two men realized that something was definitely wrong. “Dove?” Bucky questioned, him and steve both standing in the archway, Y/n curled up in bed, a stuffie in hand. 

“Is th’ business over?” They asked hopefully, perking up slightly. 

“Not yet.” 

“‘kay, I promise I’ll wait really good.” Y/n nodded their head, curling up even tighter. 

“You don’t have to stay in bed, Dove.” Bucky shook his head, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him, something that seemed to happen too often. 

“Yes I do.” They said, confusion lacing their words. “‘Babies stay in bed while the big boys talk’” They recited in a monotone voice. 

“Buck, I can’t.” Steve whispered, unable to stay calm, Bucky nodding his head knowingly, taking control of the situation instead of it being a joint effort. 

“I didn’t think you would want to sit in a business meeting, Dovey.” Bucky admitted. “We don’t have any toys in our offices yet.” 

“I don’ wan’ toys, jus’ wan’ yous.” Y/n teared up. “‘m jus’ scared.” A sob broke through. “I don’ know the house, or anyone here, an’ I jus’ ‘m really scared, and I wan’ go home.” 

Steve couldn’t help himself, he climbed into Y/n’s bed and scooped them up sitting them in his lap, their head in his neck as tears fell down their cheeks, little hiccups could be heard. “You can’t go home, Little Dove, It’s not safe.” Steve said, his words soft and comforting. “Why don’t you sit with us in our meeting? And then after breakfast we can go to that little toy store you used to pass.” He offered, knowing that maybe adding some more of their past life into their day to day could help the sudden transition. 

“Really?” They pulled back, whipping their tears with their hands, hope splashed across their face. 

“Pinky promise.” Steve smiled, the two sealing the deal. “But let’s find you a sweater, it’s cold upstairs.” He stood up, Y/n in his arms. 

“‘Buck, I can’t’” Bucky teased under his breath as the two walked past him. 

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The sight was yet again one that the Mafia bosses usually wouldn’t have been found in before today, Y/n sat on Steve’s lap, green sippy cup in hand, Bucky next to them holding a bag of goldfish, handing a few to Y/n here and there, and sneaking a few for himself. “Hi Peter!” Y/n whispered, waving to the familiar face. 

“Hi.” He whispered back, already loving the addition to the group. 

“Pete.” Steve’s voice was loud, everyone in the room listening intently the moment he spoke. “What’s going on?” 

“Right, right.” Pete was fidgeting slightly, hating being the one to break the news. “Well, Mr.R was seen on the property’s cameras last night.” 

“What?” Bucky sat up straight, Y/n looking to him, worry in their eyes at his sudden moves, though the conversation was going straight over their head. 

“He was seen taking pictures of both the front, and back of the house.” Sam finally cut in, handing a few photos to Bucky, who showed them to Steve, the man’s hand covering Y/n’s eyes as he looked them over, Y/n’s giggle at least lightning the mood. “We’ve upped the security, both inside, and outside the house, plus there are extra men posted in our territory, we made sure to call anyone we could to keep.” He cleared his throat. “To keep the bird safe.” His words hiding the true meaning. ‘To keep your new found little, who was and is in need of a safe place to live, unharmed from their brother.’ 

“Thank you, Sam.” Steve nodded, knowing he was right to appoint Sam as head of security, his skills clearly proven to be efficient and helpful, even though they are the result of a hiccup. 

“I suggest you three go up to the lake house, no one knows where it is, you can let the bird settle in without a bunch of our men watching their every move.” Sam added, his words quiet knowing that the suggestion was the opposite of what Steve and Bucky wanted. Dove was supposed to be able to grow comfortable with them in their forever home, with the newly made bedroom, surrounded by every day life, and yet a bump in the road made all of those things almost impossible. 

“Thanks Sam.” Bucky said clearly agitated. 

“Anything else, Pete?” Steve asked, hoping to change the subject to something more hopeful, and to stop the insanely petty staring contest both Bucky and Sam were participating in. 

“Nope, nothing else.” Peter smiled, though he hoped to be allowed to go soon, the conversation stressful and boring. 

“Everyone’s dismissed.” Bucky said in return, a handful of goldfish outstretched to Y/n, them picking a few goldfish up, waving as everyone left the room. “How are you feeling, Little Dove?”

“‘m fine.” They answered, looking back and forth at the two men. “We go to the toys now?” 

Steve sighed, looking to Bucky before speaking. “We’ve got to eat breakfast now.” He convinced himself it wasn’t a lie, he was just withholding the truth a little. 

“We did!” Y/n giggled, holding their hand up to Steve, a few goldfish left. 

“Crackers aren’t breakfast!” Bucky said in a dramatically silly tone, Y/n placing their hand on his head as they nodded. 

“Yes, i’s breakfast!” 

“We’re going to have some waffles, Dove.” Steve interrupted, a smile plastered on his face at the image, two people he loved being silly with one another, something he would get to see for the rest of his life. 

“Wha’s a waffle?” They asked, puppy eyes out, mouth open in excitement. 

“It’s like a pancake with little walls for your syrup.” Bucky explained. 

“What’s a pancake then?” 

“Dove.” Steve said in a more authoritative tone, wishing the silliness away. 

“What?” They asked. “I don’, why’s you mad?” They asked, hands in their lap fumbling with their fingers. 

“Dove, look at me.” Bucky asked. “Have you ever had a pancake?” He spoke with a genuine tone, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’ in response. “Okay, that’s okay.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, his chest suddenly heavy, realizing that maybe his Dove really did think crackers were for breakfast. “I think you’ll really like them.” Bucky picked Y/n up from Steve’s arms. 

“I’ll be down in a second, I have some things I need to do.” Steve was clearly seething, about to do something regarding someone all three of them knew, Y/n all too well. 

“Don’t do anything rash, Steve, just take a few breaths.” Bucky tried to sooth him, rubbing circles on Y/n’s back to keep them calm too. 

“I should have been rash months ago, Buck, I can’t just sit here and pretend like this guy hasn’t ruined people's lives.” Steve was on his phone, no doubt calling in backup for whatever plan he had coming. 

“Does Steve’s rash hurt bad?” Y/n whispered to Bucky, him smiling at their words, reveling in the softness they exuded, and the pure kindness that radiated off of them. 

“It does, Dovey, but he’s going to fix it.” He walked out of the office, Y/n snuggling closer. 

“Good.” They whispered.

#stucky x little reader #stucky x little!reader #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers age regression #steve rogers x little reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barnes age regression #avengers #little reader #little fic #mafia!steve rogers #mafia!stucky #mafia!bucky #mafia au

[reallyromealone]

Hello, can I request a smut threesome with Draken x reader x baji

A little like the bonten story with the innocent reader sending them a naughty text and then them getting hard and turned on and fuck reader till he's a mess

Gotchu 💖

♥️ warnings ♥️

Male reader, bottom reader, smut, nsfw, gay, threesome, double penetration, blowjobs, sex toys, videos, pictures of the sexy variety

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It was honestly surprising that (name) somehow got Baji and Draken to date him...well its not like they could resist the beauty that was (name).

The three were in a throuple, Baji and Draken currently at their respective jobs and (name) had a day off so he relaxed in their room, bored.

Missing his boyfriends he slowly let his hand travel down last his navel and into his pants, groping at his cock when an idea came to fruition.

Taking his phone he took a few pictures of him playing with himself and then got up to grab a dildo from their special box.

Four months ago Baji got these 'clone a cock' things from the internet and had them make dildos of their cocks.

And (name) was going to use his boyfriends to be a tease.

Taking a video of him prepping himself, he hit record and sunk down on one of the dildos.

Baji and Draken watched as each picture and video came in, both uncomfortable as their pants tightened and respectfully left Chifuyu and Inupi to watch the shops as they raced home.

"He send you those fucking videos too?" Draken panted out and Baji nodded the two busting into the apartment to hear faint moans and the two were already stripping down and storming towards their boyfriend.

The sight was wonderful.

(Name) lay on their bed with a dildo in him with his phone on a phone stand, gasping and moaning as he pushed the toy in and out.

"God you're such a slut" (name) snapped his head up to see the two men saunter over to him and crowd him, Baji grabbing the toy and seemingly pulling it out, only to slam it back in "woops~" he grinned as (name) tossed his head back "couldn't handle waiting till we got home so you had to fuck yourself on plastic" Draken rumbled while Baji continued fucking poor (name) on the dildo.

"He seems awfully happy with this...maybe he doesn't need out cocks"

"No! P-please, need your cocks..." (Name) begged, drooling as Draken lifted his head up by his hair "then get sucking baby" Draken commanded as he slapped his cock on the others cheek before pushing the tip in his mouth.

(Name) would be a liar if he said he wasn't a little obsessed with sucking the others cocks, his boyfriends weren't lacking by any means and always stretched his throat deliciously.

(Name) began slowly bobbing as Baji stroked (name)s cock, slowly removing the toy to see his stretched and gaping ass "don't even need to prep ya..." Baji mumbled as he lined his cock to the others entrance and pushed in "fuck..." He grunted as (name) let out a pathetic moan around Drakens cock, his nose pressed against Drakens pubes as Draken gently fucked his throat, being careful with their precious boyfriend.

"I think theirs enough space for both of us" Baji mumbled "he did send a Video of himself fucking himself on both toys..." Draken mumbled still fucking the others throat "lift him up"

Draken took himself from the others mouth and (name) felt himself get manhandled until he was in Bajis lap, legs hooked up under the black haired mans arms as (name)s head lulled on Bajis shoulder "definitely enough space, our sweet boy stetched himself so well for our cocks" Draken mumbled as he touched the rim of (name)s stetched ass, Bajis cock still seated in "take deep breaths alright angel?"

(Name) nodded as Draken crowded them slightly, guiding his cock to the others entrance and slowly pushed in, (name) letting out a cry as he clung to Drakens bicep "shhh, you're doing so good baby" Draken mumbled as he grabbed (name)s cock and began pumping it to distract the other, Baji kissing at his neck lovingly.

When both were fully seated, they waited till (name) gave the O.K then slowly began thrusting, finding a rythem of one in and one out as they began leaving Hickey's on (name)s neck while Draken took hold of (name)s legs from Baji and hoisted them over this shoulders, giving both men access to touch and play with poor (name), bajis fingers tugging and teasing his puffy nipples as Draken tugged on his cock with the rythem of the thrusts.

"Hey (name)" bajis left hand left his lovers chest to pull (name)s jaw to look at him and pull him into a deep kiss as the thrusts got harder and faster as the two alternate on who kissed poor (name) and who left hickeys "gu-gunna cum.." (name) mumbled as he moved his hand behind and gripped bajis hair "then cum, cum like the whore you are" Draken said with darkened eyes as the two pistoned into him and watched (name) fall apart.

But they didn't stop "what? We have all night to make up for those slutty pictures and videos" Baji said almost mockingly as they continued fucking.

By morning (name) couldn't move and his boyfriends spent the day caring for him "but seriously please send us more videos like that oh my god" Baji said as he massaged (name)s poor bruised hips.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #smut #baji x male reader #draken x male reader #baji smut #draken smut

[blacklegsanjiii]

Hanhawk!Sanji with the crew after he joins. Drawing fish between cooking and taking care of the chores. He starts dating Luffy(of course he does) and they keep it to themselves mostly because the Merry is small and he isn't exactly keen on someone walking in on them. He draws his crew on lazy days and the dishes he makes. The fish and animals he finds. His mom got him into drawing for a good reason so he's going to use it by God.

Sanji enjoying his new friends and being around people his age, even if the mossball makes him frustrated. Everything is still going according to Canon and Sanji knows the two who raised him are from the new world and spent enough time there to not be surprised at what's happening, also they're warlords so like, it's normal. For them it's normal. Sanji knows how to use haki and does, especially when it comes to finding Zoro, his armament can be hit or miss depending on if he remembers it.

Then Sabaody happens and Sanji reads the news about his parents helping Luffy and while he's thankful, he is so fucking thankful. But it was supposed to be the crew. It was supposed to be him. He already has that feeling of being a disappointment for a lot of reasons(giving up swords, his parents not being together because of him, Germa, Judge) so this just compounds on it. He just vows to get stronger and be there in the future. So he does. He learns to skywalk and the attack cuisine and goes through the bridal arts training. He gets stronger and taller.

The crew reunites and still everything is the same. Luffy still loves the idea of sneaking around because it's like playing spies despite the fact they could go sleep in his room. They could do a lot of things in his room. Luffy just loves playing spies too much and Sanji is absolutely weak for the captain. Still everything is normal for the crew as they continue on.

When WCI happens Luffy convinces Nami to marry him and Sanji as they sale to Wano. She's confused, very confused but does it. Sanji then explains to her they've been together since he basically joined the crew and they weren't necessarily hiding it but the Merry was so small and Luffy loves sneaking around like it's a game so they just kept going like that. Sanji thanks her by making her favorite treat and she smiles happily.

Wano happens and Sanji wonders as they leave if his parents are looking at his bounty and wonder why it's not as high as the others and why his last name is back to 'Vinsmoke' when it should be either Mihawk or Hancock. The crew bids their goodbyes to the other crews as they sail on. Eventually they're teaming with the Cross Guild on Karai Bari and while Boa isn't on the poster she is there. After she got away from the Marines and Teach and that whole thing anyway, after the dissolution of the warlord system.

Boa is swooning for Luffy when they arrive and Mihawk is hiding his annoyance but Sanji is rolling his eyes. They're negotiating their attack on Teach and what they could provide to each other to come to an agreement when Usopp looks at Luffy and his whining that he's bored and just wants to fight.

"What is your future spouse going to do with you?" Usopp sighs.

"Future pouts?" Luffy ask.

"'Spouse', like husband or wife." Chopper clarifies.

"I'm already married?" Luffy answers in a questioning tone.

"You never told anyone because you're you, Luffy." Nami sighs.

"Oh, woops." Luffy laughs as Sanji sighs.

"That's also my fault, I assumed he would tell everyone because he's Luffy." Sanji explains as the meeting room goes ballistic. Luffy laughs as he climbs Sanji and Mihawk looks to Boa.

"Well now that you're both married you can stop acting like that." Mihawk chides his wife.

"Are we not going to talk about the fact our son is married?" Boa asks him incredulously.

"I think we need to have several conversations with our son and his newfound husband and their crew." Mihawk answers as he stacks the paperwork and Crocodile joins into the chaotic yelling at the new information, Buggy leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling.

"That's what you were talking about Marineford." The clown says blankly as the chaos rages on.

#hanhawk!sanji #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #dracule mihawk x boa hancock #mihawk x boa #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #boa one piece #boa hancock #sanlu #lusan #luffy x sanji #sanji x luffy #strawhat pirates #cross guild

[oreharuuu]

Summary: Seonghwa couldn't help but feel annoyed when the other boys enjoy setting him off with their antics.

Pairings: yandere!seonghwa x reader, backgroundpoly!ateez x reader

Warnings: yandere themes obvi, suggestive themes, no respect for personal boundaries, the boys being a menace to hwa

A/N: woop woop! Second request incoming from @anyamaris Hope y'all like it :)

"Hyung, where's (name)?"

Seonghwa eyes Mingi suspiciously, cocking his head to the side as he shrugs. "I don't know. Last time I saw her she was in my room."

"Great! Thanks, hyung," Mingi smiles as he walks to his room, a step in his walk as he calls out your name.

Seonghwa leans back, eyes watching the movie in front of him, yet he couldn't focus as his ears catch the sounds of your laughter from his room. His fingers twitched at his sides, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes.

He huffs when he can't focus, standing up and walking to his room to find you laying down on his bed, Mingi propping his chin with his hands as you talked about something.

"Hwa? What's wrong?" You asked, waving him inside as he walks inside, noting the smug smirk on Mingi's face.

"Nothing much, just bored. What were you talking about, hmm?"

"Oh, we were—"

"Nothing! We're talking about nothing," Mingi smiles innocently, ignoring Seonghwa's glare as he stands up, walking backwards whilst his eyes move from you to Seonghwa. "We're just talking about the weather."

"R-Right! The weather," You laugh nervously, moving your head when Seonghwa turns his gaze to you. Mingi chuckles to himself before walking away, leaving you to deal with Seonghwa alone.

"Sweetheart?" Seonghwa slowly moves closer to you, brushing your hair away from your face as you tried not to cower under his questioning gaze. "You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

"No, I swear! It's just—Uh, a very complicated thing to talk about."

"Complicated? What do you mean?"

You opened and closed your mouth numerous times, before letting out a deep sigh as you tried to smile at him. "Sorry, Hwa. I can't tell you."

Well, isn't that just a shock for Seonghwa.

He pursed his lips but nodded, laying down on his bed before pulling you as well. "Alright, I won't force you to tell me. But don't do this again, alright?"

You nodded. "Got it."

But of course, things aren't so easy when the other boys seemed to like setting him off with little things.

Seonghwa was what the boys call your 'main boyfriend', even though all of them are dating you. Their reason? Well, Seonghwa was the first one who founded you. He's the one who asked you out on a date first and inevitably made all of the boys started dating you.

So in someway, Seonghwa's the one who's most likely in control at all of your relationship, especially regarding yours with the other boys.

So he can't help but feel annoyed when the boys are doing things behind his back, with you.

And you're willingly going along with it.

Seonghwa was shocked when you didn't tell him your conversation with Mingi, but he won't push so he doesn't look like an asshole of a boyfriend.

But his patience is running very thin.

First, Mingi. Now it's Wooyoung and San asking you to join them shopping. When asked where, both boys only shrugged while you answered with a vague answer.

When Seonghwa checks the GPS he placed discreetly on your phone, his eye tic with annoyance when he realized that you're lying to him.

Then it's Jongho whispering things when eating dinner, making you smile as you whispered back whatever you're talking about.

Yunho grabbing the packages under your name before placing it inside his room, saying to Seonghwa that he just borrowed your phone to buy stuff.

Yeosang calling you out before proceeding to show something on his phone. When Seonghwa asked and tried to peek, he just turned his phone off with an innocent smile.

And the person he can't believe is on it as well was Hongjoong.

Who invited you to his studio to talk about private matters. Seonghwa blatantly glares at him when Hongjoong asked you to come to his studio tomorrow when you're watching movies with Seonghwa.

As in, he just broke the agreement that all the boys had on private time with you.

"Hongjoong? Seriously, what's your deal?" Seonghwa glowers at him when he entered the kitchen, humming innocently as he cocked his head to the side. "What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" Seonghwa asked back with heat, exhaling as be noticed Hongjoong trying to hide his smile with his bottled water. "You guys are all planning something, without me. You're involving (name) as well might I add. Now, you better tell me or so help me I'll—"

"Hwa?" Your voice echoed throughout the dorm, your figure slowly appearing as you yawned before rubbing your eyes. "What's wrong? I heard something."

Seonghwa huffs, signalling to Hongjoong that it's not over. The latter only smirks as he moved away from the kitchen, kissing your head as he walks back to wherever he came from.

"Nothing, sweetheart," Seonghwa sighs. He pushed you back towards his bedroom, making you sit down on his bed as he crouched down in front of you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm, sure."

"Don't lie to me," Seonghwa placed his hands on your waist. "You never lie or hide secrets to me, so I wouldn't appreciate it if you do now because of the other boys. Now...what's going on?"

You pursed your lips, nervously playing with the bracelet Seonghwa gave you. "There's seriously nothing wrong, Hwa."

"Hmm, obviously," He sarcastically replied.

"But, I'm not lying. We're planning something for you!'

Oh?

"About what?" Seonghwa asked with interest in his eyes, but you only shook your head with a small smile. "Sorry, can't let our hard work go to waste!"

"You sure you're not lying to me?" Seonghwa huffs, caging you in as he laid down on top of you, ignoring your whines of protest.

"I'm not!"

He hums, closing his eyes as he sighs for the final time. "Fine, it better involve me and only me. Because not gonna lie, the boys are little shits right now."

"Don't worry, Hwa," You cooed at him, playing with his hair. "It's gonna be very special."

Too bad he can't help but glare at whatever show the boys are putting on in front of him, whispering or exchanging glances with you.

Because of this, he instantly latched on to you wherever you went. Bathroom, convenience store, the park; wherever you're going, he's going.

Even when he needs to hide himself as he monitors your every move when going out with the other boys. Sure, he has questions. But he needs to lay low if he doesn't want you to be suspicious.

Too bad Wooyoung noticed him.

"Hyung! You're so horrible, stalking us like a creep."

Seonghwa glares at Wooyoung beneath his hat, the latter only smiling smugly as he clicked his tongue. "What would (name) say if she finds out you're stalking us?"

"Not my problem. And why are you here? Thought you're going to the bathroom?"

"Ooo, eavesdropping as well," Wooyoung cackles. "I excused myself from her when I noticed a man, all dressed in black, following us suspiciously for almost an hour. I'm only acting as a concerned boyfriend."

Seongha rolls his eyes before pushing Wooyoung back towards your direction, the younger man only smiling at him before running back towards you. He sees you asking something to Wooyoung before looking around, Seonghwa flinching in surprise before hiding himself by going inside a store.

He quickly texted Wooyoung some very nice words before checking again, following you both as he tried to understand what you're doing.

Fast forward a few days, Seonghwa finally let himself relax for a bit. The boys are still going at it, but not to a degree where it annoys him anymore. Nowadays, Seonghwa just trained and spend his time with you and the members, pinching a few of the members who tried to annoy him once more or maybe place them on a chokehold.

He's surprised when one day, when he's waiting for you to come back from meeting your friends, Yuno barged in with a smile. "Hey, hyung. How about we go for a ride?"

"A ride?" Seonghwa asked suspiciously. "What for? I'm waiting for (name)."

"Don't worry," Yunho waved his hand, grabbing Seonghwa as he pushed him towards his closet to change. "I've already contacted her to meet at the place, she's already going there."

"Without my confirmation?"

"Yes, without it."

Seonghwa only hums, following along as he did feel curious as to what he's planning. Maybe the other boys are in it too.

Maybe even you.

"Come on!" Mingi's voice echoed throughout the dorm. "You're so slow, old man."

"Yah! What did you just—"

"Alright! Let's go, best not keep the others waiting," Yunho claps, dragging both of the men outside to the car he borrowed from the agency.

Seonghwa asked them multiple times on where they're going or what's going on. Only to be met by vague answers and subtle smiles and smirks from Yunho and Mingi.

Seonghwa turned on his phone to see where you're at, but frowned when he noticed it turned off.

"Hyung, don't be so nosy. Just relax."

"What are you talking about?"

Mingi turns from his seat, pointing towards his phone with a smug smile. "You're checking her locations. Thankfully, Jongho turned it off."

"What?" Seonghwa hissed. "How did you—"

"You're not that subtle, hyung," Yunho chuckles. "We see it every time when you're checking it out, pretty brave when you're placing it on her phone case."

"Gotta admit it was smart though," Mingi hums. "I thought it was an app, but it's actually inside of her phone charm."

"Thanks, I guess," Seonghwa huffs, ignoring the loud cackle both of the men let out as he tried to see the surrounding scenery if anythings familiar to him.

He did recognize a few of the stores and places they went by, making his head hurt as he tried to remember why he's feeling deja vu all of a sudden.

"Here we are!"

Seonghwa lets out a confused noise, following both of the men as they exited the car. He followed them with hesitation and tense posture, but he relaxed when he saw you sitting on a bench, hurrying himself to walk as he pass by Yunho and Mingi.

"Hwa! You're here."

"What's going on, sweetheart?" Seonghwa asks, but not before kissing you and proceeding to sit down besides you.

"Whipped," Mingi commented.

"Like you're not."

Mingi raised both of his hands, smiling to Yunho before shifting his gaze to you. "Well, he's here. Have a great time, guys! Do tell stories after this, okay, babe?"

You sheepishly smiled at him. "Sure, Yuyu."

"Wait, what—"

"Bye, Yuyu! Bye, Mingi! See you in a few days," You waved at them, Yunho and Mingi waving back as they made kissy face towards Seonghwa.

"Alright, I'm very confused," Seonghwa shakes his head as Mingi accidentally tripped, making Yunho laughed loudly. "Where's everyone?"

"Well," You started. "I felt bad that we never really spend time together anymore since you came back from your tour. So, me and the boys made plans!"

"Plans?"

"Do you remember where we are?"

Seongha looks around, noticing that he's been here before.

When he met you.

Sure, a few of the scenery are different like the shops and trees; but it's still same nonetheless.

"Yeah, this is where I met you."

"Well, turns out there's a lot of things we could do around here. And I thought that maybe we could spend time away from the boys."

"So..."

"So, we're staying here for a few days. Just us," You finished with a smile, holding his hand with both of your hands.

Seonghwa's heart swells with fondness, smiling widely as he nudged your shoulder with his. "So, all this time you're with them—you're actually making plans just for me?"

"Yes, Hwa. Just for you. Happy?"

"Hmm, very very happy indeed," Seonghwa hums, kissing you on the lips as you both laughed.

"Come on," You stand up, still holding hands with Seonghwa as you both walked through the streets. "We have lots to do before we go back to our hotel. I have a surprise for you!"

Seonghwa chuckles, poking your sides as you yelped. "Is it a sexy surprise?"

You only rolled your eyes with a fond smile. "Be patient, Hwa. Maybe I'll give you a bonus surprise."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #yandere ateez #yandere #yandere seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #request💌

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

—

“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #fluff #royjamie #thanks for the ask !! #again I bitched out and didn’t write it #but someone else totally could *wink wink*

[someone1348]

Im joining Fizz's Lee Tommy Week!

It is also my birthday!! Woop woop! And Tommy is my favorite streamer/comfort streamer! So this is my own little birthday treat! /hj /pos I am so excited!!

Thank you Fizz! @fizzthelee for creating this amazing week! go check him out! And give them your support and love! /p /pos /gen He is great!

The people in this: Lee!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Tw: nothing! This is very soft!

Each day is a new theme! From August 2nd to the 8th! I hope you all enjoy

-K :]

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Day 1- Sleepy Tickles!

Tubbo went out for the morning so it was just him and Ranboo at Tubbo's place as the sun took its place in the sky and the moon shyed away until the night fall back again.

It was a peaceful morning. The birds were singing their beautiful songs, the sun was just barely hitting the blondes face through the blinds, it was calm.

Ranboo had already been awake, He was doing some Mcc practice on stream about to end it soon when the chat heard Tommy's sleepy voice in the background,

"Ranboo?"

"Good morning Tommy im streaming"

Tommy pulled out his camera and vloged this moment "can they hear me?"

"Yeah"

"Aw! That's even worse, uhhh" Both Tommy and Ranboo started giggling before Tommy explained to the vlog what just happened before turning it off and yawning once more.

"You gonna end soon"

"Mhm!"

"Good, m'going back to bed"

"Sleep well Tommy"

"thank you" and just like that he was fast asleep once more, it didn't last long though, Ranboo saying bye to chat woke him once more.

The minute he heard Ranboo click the end stream button it was time! "Rannnnnn"

"Im coming Tommy geehez" Ranboo climbed onto the pull out bed next to Tommy with a raised eyebrow "You gonna get up soon Tom's?~"

Getting Tommy out of bed was the harder part to the mornings spent with Tommyinnit. Getting him up thats good, but getting him to leave the comfort of his cozy and warm bed now that takes talent!

"Mmm not yet" Tommy smiled softly and sleepily as he flipped softly onto his stomach, face engulfed in his fluffy pillow softly snoring as Ranboo sighed playfully shaking the blonde and getting some giggly responses "nohoho" Ranboo's hands seemed a bit too close to Tommy's sides for his comfort,

"Tommmyyy~ you gonna get up hmmm?~"

"Noho! Not Happening" the blonde's giggles didn't stop he just smirked on the pillow and tried sleeping again

"Oh Tommy, we both know that's not true, I'll get you out of this bed one way or the other, I have my ways~"

"Nuh huhuh!"

"Yeah huh!" Ranboo giggled before lowering his body and voice to whisper in Tommy's ear "You want me to prove it giggles?~"

"SHHH!" Tommy shushed him and scrunched his shoulder up to his ear his giggles more prominent than before

"Alright thats it!" Ranboo giggled before skitering his fingers gently but swiftly up and down the boys ticklish ribs "no one tells Ranboo to shh!" He joked playfully as his tickly fingers traced the outline of every bone

"Tickle Tickle Tommyy~"

"AH-HAhaHAHaha!! Noohohohoho"

"Yehehesss~" Ranboo teased matching his energy before moving his tickly fingers up to scribble all along the sides of his neck causing the boy to scrunch up even more and wiggle around a bit from side to side

"Rahahahanbohooo!"

"Yes Tommy? Thats my name don't wear it out!"

"Yohohohou're so mehehean!"

"Oh~" he paused before dragging a single finger down the length of his spine "you want to see mean?~"

"Nonononono wahait! I didn't- WAIT!"

Ranboo giggled evilly as he darted his hands quickly to Tommy's sides before pausing just inches away from the now visible skin that got exposed from his shirt riding up with the wiggling he was doing earlier

The squeak that left his mouth was all the more satisfying,

"Ranboooo!" Tommy whined as Ranboo bursted out laughing "Nohohot Fahair!" Tommy joined in his laughter as Ranboo got himself together squeezing Tommy's ticklish sides.

"EEP! HEHEY!"

Ranboo couldn't help the flow of giggles that left his mouth as he scribbled all along the length of the sleepy and giggle Tommy's sides,

"Tickletickletickletickle awwww!! Im gonna getcha'! Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ so adorable!"

"IHiIhihi AHaHam! nOt! Ah! ADORAHAHA- RANBOOHOHO!" Tommy flipped himself over in the process to try and weakly push his hands away.

"You gonna get up giggles? Hmmmm?~"

"Neheheve-AHAHAHAHA RAHAHANBOO! NOHOO!"

"Aww what's wrong sleepyhead? Does someone have a ticklish tummy?~ I think he doessss~"

"IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIRR!"

"Hmm I wonder what this button over here does hmmm?" Ranboo thought out loud circling the area as Tommy giggles increased the closer he got to his bellybutton

"Plehehease! Ihihill gehehehet U-HAHAHAP NAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Dawwww!"

"HAHAHA RAHAHANBOO!!"

"Alright Alright! Hehe you're free"

Tommy giggled as he caught his breath; Ranboo rubbed away the remaining phantom tickles smiling down at the giggly blonde that lay next to him.

"You ready?"

"Mhm!" Tommy slowly sat up yawning once more before getting up and out of bed.

"Where's Tubs?"

"Shopping"

"Sounds good"

The two smiled at each other before getting some breakfast, this was a great way to start the day, Thanks Ranboo!

"Race you to the TV!"

"Geez- TOMMY!-"

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This is so exciting! I hope you all enjoyed and have a great day today because you all truly deserve it! Take care of yourselves, drink some water, Eat something yummy! And give yourself a pat on the back! You are doing an amazing job! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

#fizz's lee tommy week! #k writes tk things #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!ranboo #allium duo tickle fic #mcyt tickle

[avengedbiologist]

Introducing the OC's I forgot I had made in the past 2 years. I'm sure there's more from earlier but we shall simply ignore them.

Siobhan Halley is part of my story I was making (currently on hold cause again I forgot about it) called project ares, she and Mr Hubble down there both are part of the project. (just now in writing this I remembered a third OC that's also part of this series woops, I'll picture her below it's fine)

This is AV, also from project ares.

Anyway back to the babbling.

Viktoria was one I literally just made on the spot, she came from me after I shaved my sides and dyed and green, she's what I fully thought I looked like, fun fact, I did not, but one day I shall just with nerdier tattoos, probably Anderson ones, I've already got two please send help.

So the reason I redrew all of em is cause someone reblogged or liked my first drawing of Isabella so I decided to redraw em all and she is lookin a lot better than that first round and she is a thunderbirds OC that I simply have not used cause I realise I hate writing OCs in to things.

Despite that I did write Fletcher in to a fic, most may not have noticed cause A) he was mentioned in one line and B) I'm p sure I put him down as Captain Yellow, so if u see me chattin about a captain yellow it's this lil rat man, jk he's a gent.

Last, but definitely not least is Stella, she doesn't have a last name yet even though she's a lockdown baby, she was made back in 2020, I think I was gonna write a story about her but not sure, I have absolutely no notes or anything about her besides she loves the colour yellow and is gay, which as u can very well see, all of these OCs are queer lil rats.

#anyway thats me done #hope u like #OC #OCs #original character #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain scarlet

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

#sapnaps child #sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #quackity x you #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot #tommy innit #kinoko kingdom #dream smp prison #las navadas #child reader

[215-luv]

may i request kita, kuroo, osamu, semi, suga, and iwa calling just to say i love you?? i’m sorry if it’s a lot, you can remove some of them!! thank you sm ^^

KITA, KUROO, OSAMU, SEMI, SUGA AND IWAIZUMI CALLING JUST TO SAY I LOVE YOU

kita shinsuke

kita just thought about it during practice

he suddenly felt thankful for a moment and excused himself to call you in the locker room

he taps on your contact name and waits for you to answer

“hi shin!” your voice rings from the phone

kita smiles, “hey, love.”

“why’d ya call?”

“i just wanted to say that i love you so much. you mean a lot to me, and i’ve never told you this but you made me so happy eversince we both got together,,

you freeze, cheeks dusted with a blush of pink

he continues. “so thank you, y/n. i promise you that i will keep our love forever.”

there was a brief pause before he hears you stuttering

“s-shin...”

“yes?”

you sniffle, “I LOVE YOU TOO BABY! SO SO MUCH!!” the tears sprints out from your eyelids in a heartbeat

though you were crying like a baby, kita couldn’t help but grin

he thinks you’re so adorable

he honestly couldn’t wait to have you in his arms by the time practice ends

kuroo tetsuro

this mf just wanted to fluster you

so why not call you out of nowhere in a hot saturday

knows the exact words to tease you. it’s in his nature to give you a whole ton of pick up lines

so he calls you

apparently while kuroo was waiting for you to pick up, he suddenly had a thought

maybe he didn’t want to tease you

maybe he just wants to.. be serious about what he feels for a moment

he got kinda emotional but let’s pretend we don’t know that

you finally pick up, “hey b-

“i love you. so much.”

“t-tetsu..??”

he smiles, “i said i love you.”

“.....”

“kitten, say it back.”

he knew how baffled you are by now as the line stays silent

“i-i love you too..”

plus points to your boyfriend for making you flustered

miya osamu

osamu was laying his bed while having atsumu snoring from the other bunk

he had his arms behind his neck, and for a while he’s been bringing back some memories shared with you

some made him smirk, chuckle, and some gave him a huge grin

and he’s just like, yknow what? i miss y/n. i’ll call them and tell them how much i love them

when he calls, you pick up almost immediately

“samu! wh-“

“y/n. i love you. so fuckin much.”

“w-“ “i will marry ya someday. i swear.”

the moment you heard those last words you felt your vision blurring, “s-samu..”

he chuckles, “aren’t ya gonna say it back?”

“i love you too! so so so so so much!”

your reply made him cackle, ignoring the short murmur of atsumu calling him a simp

woops

semi eita

semi is so romantic

when he saw you being surrounded by his teammates, who’s completely enjoying your presence, he just spaced out for a while

he’s completely baffled, like wow. i’m so lucky to have you.

he kept on thinking about it until he plops himself down to his bed, looking up the ceiling and still having the thought of you being his s/o

so he decided to tell you about it. he wants you to know that you mean so much to him

“hey baby.”

“hi eita!! how are you??”

“i’m great babe, how bout you?”

“doing as great as you!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, “i’m going to tell you something. you better keep it a secret, kay?”

“hmm, okay.”

he puts his phone close to his lips before whispering the words, “i love you.”

you laugh, “you called me just to tell me that?”

“am i not getting an i love you back?” he pouts

“of course you are! i love you SOO MUCH BABY!”

god, he loves you so much for that

sugawara koushi

the sweetest boyfriend alive

suga loves doing affectionate things in the most random times

he does it on a daily basis

so it wasn’t a surprise, but it’s just that he really does it in the most unexpected times

for example, today

he calls you as he’s taking a break from studying for an exam

suga surely knows you’re studying too!! so he wants to reassure you that everything is okay

“sweetheart? why did you call? are you okay?”

“it’s nothing!” he exclaims. “i just want to tell you something.”

“what is it?”

he grins, “i love you, y/n l/n. more than anything in the world.”

all that made you blush like a tomato, without having to think of an immediate reply

“s-shut up..”

“hm??”

“...”

“....???”

you pout, “..i love you more..”

“that’s what i needed to hear!”

iwaizumi hajime

the moment iwa saw you waiting for him to finish practice he was honestly touched

imagine the way his mind went crazier when you hand out an energy drink for him and his favourite snacks

you got him so soft for you, you don’t even know :(((

he’ll kiss your forehead when you separate ways, then think about it as he enters his abode

still thinks about it during dinner- then when he takes a shower- then when he’s about to sleep

iwa COUDLNT SLEEP. its been in his mind ALL DAY

“fuck it”, he murmurs. then reaching his phone to call you

suddenly regrets it when he hears your soft yawns. he frowns at the thought of waking you up at this hour

but he has to do this. or else he’ll actually explode and go crazy again :,)

you stifle another yawn, “hajime?”

“hi baby. i’m so sorry to wake you up.”

“iths owkaaayy....” you slur, “why did you call honey? is everything alright?”

he exhales, “it’s just.. i wanted to tell you how much i love you.”

“i love you y/n. so much. thank you for being with me.”

you grin, “i love you more hajime, thank you for being with me too.”

that night, your boyfriend sleeps in peace with a lil smile etched on his face

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyuu #inarizaki #karasuno #aoba johsai #nekoma #shiratorizawa #kita shinsuke #sugawara koushi #kuroo tetsuro #miya osamu #semi eita #iwaizumi hajime #kita x reader #sugawara x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #semi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #kita fluff #sugawara fluff #osamu fluff #kuroo fluff #semi fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

[queerquintessence]

heyo

so i recently have been obsessed with the idea of the voltron paladins living in the same house together sooo

i may or may not have spent the last like 3 hours working on headcannons

the characters in the house are keith, lance, hunk, pidge, and allura

(since they’re all relatively similar in age)

so sadly no shiro or coran but

anyway

yeah here they are

(once again a bit unorganized but it’s whatev)

• first off allura and lance are both housewifes

• and neither of them take any shit from the others

• allura: keith, could you pick your feet up? i’m trying to vacuum down here

• keith, sitting on the couch: couldn’t you just do it later

• allura:

• allura: move your feet or i’m telling lonce you have a crush on him

• hunk does the dishes most of the time because he’s mainly the one who cooks their food

• but they also alternate on a schedule

• lance, sighing dramatically: i do everything around here! keith, when was the last time you washed the dishes?

• keith: i literally washed them last night

• lance: well you missed a plate so it doesn’t count

• keith takes out the trash a lot except he doesn’t wear shoes so his feet are always dirty

• lance yells at him for it

• whenever lance takes out the trash he puts on whoever’s shoes are closest

• pidge: lance are those my shoes?

• lance, tiptoeing in sneakers that are 3 sizes too small: maybe

• the couch that they own is too small to fit everyone

• they either argue for 10 minutes over who gets to sit where or they just pile on top of each other

• pidge usually lays on top of someone’s lap when it gets crowded

• she can just flop on top of someone and they’ll just let her- no words spoken

• keith sits on the armrests and everyone gives him shit for it

• lance: aren’t you uncomfortable?

• keith: i like sitting here

• lance: alright edgelord

• lance lays with his legs sprawled on top of the couch

• sometimes pidge will lay on lance who will have his legs on keith

• hunk is fine with sitting on the floor but even he’ll start arguing over the good spot on the couch

• hunk: lance, buddy, you sat there last time- why not give someone else a turn?

• lance: hunk when was the last time you did your own laundry? huh. that’s what i thought

• dinners pretty chaotic

• that’s usually when they have their debates

• lance, pounding his fist on the table: mac and cheese is to be eaten with a fork and that’s that

• pidge: why the hell would you use a fork? spoons are just fine in my opinion

• keith, silently munching on his food knowing he eats it with a knife:

• pidge: alright, we need to acknowledge the elephant in the room

• everyone:

• pidge:

• pidge: keith, you gotta stop putting corn syrup on your peanut butter sandwiches it’s fucking weird

• allura: everyone in favor of limiting lance’s shakira privileges say I

• keith, pidge, and hunk: I

• lance, who’s totally offended: wh

• luckily, they all have their own rooms

• except the walls are super thin

• lance scream singing beyoncé: GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW YOUR LOVES GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW

• keith: why has god forsaken me

• even when they try to play music relatively quiet it can still faintly be heard

• muffled music from keith’s room: when i was, a young boy

• pidge: HA fucking EMO

• they all have Alexa’s in their rooms

• and pidge has access to all of them on her laptop

• pidge: psst- hey lance, watch this

• pidge: *fast typing on laptop*

• blasting from keith’s room: COUNTRYYY ROAAADS TAKE ME HOOOOME

• muffled keith screaming: pIDGE I SWEAR TO GOD

• in the morning during breakfast

• allura: why has lonce not come out of his room yet?

• pidge: hang on, i’ll wake him up

• lance’s alexa in the distance: I’M A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH YOU’RE A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH

• lance’s startled scream is then followed by a loud thud

• once a week they have a movie night

• keith: lance i am not watching a cheesy romcom for the 2nd week in a row

• lance: i have to listen to ‘welcome to the black parade’ eighteen times a day sit the fuck down

• keith, crossed arm for the duration of movie night: this love story is completely unrealistic

• everybody shushes him on cue

• they also have monthly sleepovers in the living room where they giggle like middle schoolers

• keith knocks over an entire bowl of popcorn

• allura discovers the concept of a pillow fight and effortlessly knocks everybody to the ground

• lance flops on the air mattress and launches pidge across the room

• while everyone is trying to sleep

• lance: guys guys i’m gonna say something

• lance:

• lance: mayonnaise

• everybody loses their shit laughing because it’s 2 in the morning and they’re sleep deprived

• the bathroom sink is a mess

• their toothbrushes are color coordinated

• since they have to fit so much shit on the sink they have specific spots where they put their stuff

• pidge: hunk, your toothbrush is in my spot

• hunk: what? no- this corner of the sink is mine

• the debate results in all of them crowded in the bathroom arguing for 10 minutes

• keith: i don’t even remember having a designated spot on the sink

• allura: we need a toothbrush holder

• sometimes they do their nightly routines together

• which is also chaotic

• lance is applying a face mask, which drips onto pidge’s arm

• pidge then jerks her arm away- hitting keith’s toothbrush

• it then catapults off the counter and sticks to the wall

• keith: i left the room for one second what the hell did you do

• i’ve seen this headcannon somewhere before and i love it so i’m elaborating

• whenever keith is tired he’s giddy and hyper and loopy

• keith after not having a good nights sleep for 3 weeks, getting a running start and flipping onto the couch: a woop

• pidge: what in fucks name are you doing

• lance is the same exact way when he’s tired so they act like complete and utter idiots

• keith: lance, hey lance guess what

• lance: what

• keith:

• lance:

• they both burst out laughing

• lance: keith, omg you know what- keith rhymes with teeth

• keith:

• keith: holy shit

• eventually they both burn out and are just exhausted

• lance with his face planted in the carpet: uuuggghghggg

• allura: you finally done?

• lance: *angry muffled grumbling*

• pidge tends to fall asleep anywhere in the house

• usually with her computer on her lap or nearby

• she’s usually discovered the next morning

• hunk walking into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing his eyes: kinda want some orange juice

• pidge is just asleep on top of the fridge

• everyone else eating breakfast at the table

• keith: has anyone seen pidge?

• soft snoring is heard from under the table

• keith: ah

• they just put up with each other’s bullshit all day everyday and i love it

• lance, slamming his bedroom door open: everyone in my room i had a nightmare and need affection

• everyone emerges from their rooms grumbling and all file into lance room with their pillows and stuffed animals

• pidge trying to keep the remote away from lance: go long, hunk!

• keith appearing in the doorway and getting hit straight in the forehead with a remote: fUCK

• lance: are those my socks?

• keith: huh? oh, i dunno they were in my laundry pile

• lance: no those are totally my socks give them back right now

• when they all moved in together it was before keith and lance started dating so obviously there was shipping

• pidge, bursting into hunk’s room: i have klance tea

• hunk: spill

• lance: wh- keith and i are NOT dating

• pidge: you guys literally live together!

• lance: WE ALL LIVE TOGETHER

• allura, to hunk during dinner: i don’t know about you, but it seems to me like keith has a thing for lance

• keith: princess you’re not even whispering we can all hear you

• keith and lance secretly holding hands under the dinner table while lance is telling a story

• lance, being dramatic and expressive, lifts his hands in the air to accidentally reveal that his hand is intertwined with keith’s and its immediate chaos

• keith letting go immediately: wH HUH HOW DID THAT GET THERE

• pidge: I FUCKING TOLD YOU

anywayyy that’s all

i literally love this so much so don’t be surprised if i come up with some more later

yeah

bye

#lmao whoops i was so tired when i posted this i forgot to tag it #in my defense #it was 1:30 am #vld #voltron #vld headcanons #queerquintessence hcs #klance #kl #voltron funny #voltron legendary defender

[bluexiao]

Destiny & Fate

➜ Character/s: venti; g!reader

➜ Word Count: 578 words (drabble)

➜ Theme/s: soulmate au. angst. hurt/comfort. mentions of reincarnations. where venti dreads for the day of your death even if he hadn’t seen you yet.

➜ Warning/s: mention of his true name. mentions of death. spoilers for act 3: song of the dragon and freedom.

➜ Note/s: i was actually debating whether i’d give venti the angst ending or the last character but well here we go. and omg i just got jean on my 22th pull on my f2p account i’m so shocked rn. i was planning on just doing solo hutao there since i also got her but woop- my unnecessary luck just said no. anw second to the last entry for the soulmate series! guess who’s the last one hehe.

➜ Part of the Series:

Home - Albedo | Love or Hate? - Childe/Tartaglia | No Love Left - Aether | Your Name - Zhongli |

Destiny and fate are two different things, Barbatos knew that.

Blessed by destiny, cursed by fate—what else was he supposed to do just to not lose you?

He tried. He tried each and every time he hears your voice through the wind, when he feels the tug on his finger, urging him to come close, to come find you once more. A red string of fate connecting you and him, a reminder of what had been, a reflection of what could have been.

Venti never really intended to give his Gnosis, no, he wasn’t that easy to back down. Yet, all of his strength were sucked by the painful memories of the past, and just by your memory, he knew that it was time to fight back.

You were a mere mortal. In all of your lifetimes, you had always been a mortal. And yet, you were stronger than everyone, in terms of your dignity, sense of freedom, and pride. You were a fighter, and you were one of his inspirations.

It didn’t matter that he had to wait for a couple of years before seeing you again, not at first, that is. He didn’t see any wrong with it, but after witnessing your death several times, all with the same age, same day, and same loss of life in your eyes, he knew it had to stop.

It hurts so much.

No matter what, you two always found each other. Both would create happy memories for awhile, but the inevitable will always come.

At your 18th birthday at the 18th hour, Barbatos, a god, dreads that very specific moment. Because it was at this moment that you’d perish and he would have to wait for your other life. He was tired of it.

“Maybe I should go with you, what do you say?”

“What do you mean, Venti? This commission is just simple, I’ll be back before you know it!”

He was always too late, always left hanging surprised despite already knowing what was to happen. He always hoped that something will change, that your love was enough for you to live.

How foolish of him.

“Why do you not want me to go, love? Is there a problem?”

He held on to your waist, refusing to let himself be engulfed in the negativity. He’s with you, what could happen, right?

It was inevitable.

Death by a fight, an illness, an accident, it was inevitable.

Venti gave up his Gnosis not because he couldn’t take it.

He gave it as a rebellion.

Whoever was the god of fate, he was willing to fight them. It was selfish, he knows, but who cares.

He just wants to live with you. Fate and destiny be damned.

A tug on his finger lits his eyes up, a smile forming at his face all of a sudden.

“Hey why are you smiling like that, tone-deaf bard?” Paimon asks him, but his grin merely widens.

“Nothing. Hey, what do you say I tell you of the story?”

“What is it about?”

There was a bittersweet feeling in his chest, but the smile retained on his face, just a little bit different than before.

“It’s about the story of the bard and his fight for his people, and his lover.”

And for some reason, the traveller and Paimon felt the pain in his words as he sang a song about the blessings of destiny and curses of fate.

About the ending? Who knows.

#venti x reader #genshin x reader #genshin venti #genshin oneshots #genshin drabbles #venti drabbles #venti oneshot

[fandom-blackhole]

Okay you have no idea how excited I was to see that you're open for requests! I love your Mando stories so could I please request my big boi Paz? I'd love to witness you do magic with prompts : 14 (bodyguard AU) and either 49 (fake marriage)/63 (mistaken for couple)/80 (green-eyed epiphany) *can you tell I couldn't decide* *I'm a Libra* *I do apologize*

Im honored that you love my mando fics and that you got excited about me opening requests 🥺💕Also, as a Sagittarius sun and moon, I relate on not being able to make decisions 😔, but I have a great idea for:

14. Bodyguard AU 

63. Mistaken for Couple

80. Green-Eyed Epiphany  

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: roughly 2k, woops

Send me some AUs/Tropes??

Note: So I just wanted to start this off with what I'm thinking about this mash-up, like whats going on and the situation. A little backstory/world building, if you will. So, im seeing this as after the tribe on Nervarro scatters after the fight with Grogu, Din, and the Stormtroopers. Paz is by himself and in need of work for credits, to both support himself and save up for when/if he is reunited with his tribe he can help rebuild and contribute. That leads him to a small midrim planet that is pretty divided. You are the head of the government, but there is a group of people who keep trying to kill you and harm your supporters because they want the "true ruler" to be in your place. Said "ruler" is part of a bloodline of radical tyrants that had been controlling the planet until around the same time the empire fell, their downfall resulting from being too involved with the empire. SO, the head of your defense team brings in Paz to protect you, because not only is he a big scary dude covered in big weaponry and armor, but also because you keep insisting that all the soldiers and guards should be protecting the people not you, so bringing in Paz was his little loophole. Now on to the story!

You were not happy with this arrangement, and you had told the head of your guard just as much. You didn't need a protector, it only showed your rivals that you were scared of what they were capable of, that they had the possibility to win this war they were waging. The man- the mandalorian that had been hired was unfazed by your indifference towards him, always just trailing silently behind you look just as menacing as mandalorians were said to be. It was easy to tell that he knew his way around a variety of weapons, it was easy to tell that he had been through battles and suffered their consequences. And it was easy to tell that this job seemed to be a bit boring for him. He didn't have any excitement, most days the mandalorian was stuck following you throughout the capital building, attending meetings that he could care less about, standing guard to your study as you paced around in thought. Nothing much happened, but as time went on and the war worsened and the threat of your rivals loomed over your head you started to notice that the mandalorian would do little things that shaved a little of your stress away, or would brighten you day if only a little. Little treats would show up on your desk, or cups of teas or caf just the way you liked them, walks through the garden would result in a vase of flowers- handpicked and cut with a sharp knife at an angle, delicately- placed in your room. The first time you broke down in front of him, the stress of loosing nearly an entire village not far from where you were to the grievous ways of your enemies broke you to the point of sobbing hysterically and the mandalorian surprised you with his gentleness, as he softly grabbed your arms and made you look up at him, his blue helmet staring down at you as he said, "You will get past this...you...you are a good leader, you care for your people more than yourself, and in the end, that is what will have you coming out on top."

After that night, something changed between the two of you. Instead of following behind you silently, you started walking beside the mandalorian, in meetings instead of letting him stand silently behind you, you started asking his opinions on the battles or if he had any suggestions to help combat. The two of you got closer, and you weren't sure when, but eventually you found yourself calling the mandalorian a friend, and you liked to believe he thought of you as one as well, he at least trusted you enough that he told you his name, which you only used in the private of your quarters or study during your late night talks. When you started to show signs of the stress becoming too much, or that you were nearing another breakdown, he would gently lead you away from whatever you had been doing. More times than not he lead you to the gardens and sat you down as he would tell you stories of his childhood or of his people and culture. One evening, he went as far as to set up a little spot for you to relax and eat a little snack with tea, to give you time away from everything, to give you a break from holding your home on your shoulders. It had been nice, and it helped you clear your thoughts, the gesture had you smiling fully for the first time in months, and it was one that was not quick to fade. As thanks, you had asked Paz what you could do, to which he only replied, "Seeing you smile is enough." So you did, you smiled at him and gently reached out and placed a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

The smile Paz had gifted you stayed for a few days, your people noticed the happiness and it it seemed to affect all of them, each person growing their own little smiles. Melancholy still hung in the air, but you felt like you had the energy and will power to deal with it now. But as all good things must end, this happiness was ripped from you, when the head of your guard rushed into a meeting with the delegates of the planet, his face was crumpled in worry and he whispered apologies as he reluctantly handed over a letter addressed to you. Your heart pounding, you opened the letter only to freeze at the sight of a photo taken of the moment that had only radiated happiness until now, staring down you only saw yourself pressed close to Paz’s form with lips pressed against his helmet. The moment now felt tainted, and you felt sick to your stomach, the happiness that was shown in the picture gone, only replaced with pure terror. Glancing at the man stood before you, he took the picture and flipped it before handing it back with a somber look. On the back, in deep red ink and scratchy handwriting read:

Now, do you really think courting a mandalorian is going to protect you from your death by my hands? Ill make sure to kill him in front of you so you have to watch as he falls.

Yours loving,

The True King

You hadn't even realized you were shaking, nor breathing heavily, until a gloved had reached into very and took the note away from you. You watched as Paz looked the note over before passing it back to your head guard. He told him something, but you could not hear as your eyes started ringing. Gently Paz helped you stand, before leading you away from the meeting. You didn't care where he was taking you, at that moment you couldn't think straight, couldn't get past the thought of, how did they get so close to take a photo without anyone noticing?

After the letter had been delivered Paz took care to never leave your side, he became more overbearing and involved with planning your schedule. No longer were you allowed in the gardens, or outside for that matter, for the time being, Paz only really allowed you to go to your quarters, your study, and the meeting room. You didn't fight him, too tired from the lasting conflicts and worry over what would happen next. A month went by, and everything quieted, the attacks stopped, and it almost felt like your enemy had gone into hiding. You didn't relax though, the note still whispering in the back of your head. Paz found himself often sleeping in the chair beside your bed, after too many nights of having been awoken to you yelling out his name and finding you rushing to his room to reassure yourself that he was safe.

Then it happened. You knew the quiet was only leading to something, but you weren't prepared to be a woke in the middle of the night to Paz scream to you. It had been the first night you had been able to fall asleep and stay asleep without nightmares of Paz’s death, but you were only thrown into a different nightmare as your eyes few open and you saw Paz fighting off an attacker. You yelled for you to run, and as you hesitated he only growled your name and told you to go, so with a heavy heart you did, you ran. All around the capital you could seem fires burning and hear your guards fighting with silhouettes your tired eyes could not make out in the low light of night. You did not know where to go, only letting your feet carry you, only stopping when you were out of breath. Looking around, you found yourself in the garden, feet from where you gave Paz the soft kiss, the memory still churning out a small amount of happiness, but quickly turned sour once more when the grinning face of the man you loathed most in the world stood from the bench hidden in the shadows.

"My dear, I was hoping you'd come here. I know you are especially fond of the gardens, most certainly this area."

"What do you want Alun? Why wouldn't you stop this fighting? People, my people, our people are suffering!"

He scoffed and turned to look at the city burning around you both. "The people deserve what they are getting for forgetting their true leaders. And you for forgetting what you once were."

"Stop this. You are doing nothing but destroying the planet!"

Alun turned to look at you, small smile curling onto his hate filled face. Slowly he reached out and placed the rose he had picked behind your ear, the thorns pricking your skin, one digging in enough to make a drop of blood run down your ear.

"When I have control again, and we are again together, things will go back to the way they were. I promise you, love. You just need to stop fighting me."

Disgust formed on your face as you stepped back, "We may have been engaged before you fell, but I never loved you. I was forced into that position by you and your father, and I do not regret being apart of how he and you fell from grace. I will never stop fighting you."

"Oh, but I love you, and I will have you, my love."

"Not if I have any say," a voice growled from behind you. Whipping around, relief flooded you at the sight of Paz marching towards where you stood. He was covered in blood from fighting, but seemed like he was uninjured himself much to your relief. But he seemed angry, livid almost as he pushed you behind him, standing toe-to-toe with Alun. "If you want them, you will have to get through me, and I will not stop fighting until my dying breath for them," Paz’s words settled into your chest, warmth flowing through you as the next few second moved in slow motion. Paz reached out, before Alun even had a chance to grab for his weapon. Paz lifted him like a rag doll to his height, making direct eye contact, before growling out, "because I love them, and you will never have them."

And with that said, Paz simply slammed his forehead into Alun's forcefully knocking him unconscious, then carelessly dropping him to the ground where he laid unmoving buise already forming on his forehead. Paz then turned to you and reached for you, but you simply flung yourself onto him. "You're okay, i was so worried, I didn't want to leave you, I was so scared that something would happen and that Id...."

"That you'd, what cyare," Paz whispered as he held you close, arms wrapped around you as if he'd let go and you'd disappear. Looking up and into his helmet's visor you were quiet for a moment, before speaking up softly, "I love you too... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I loved you."

Gently, Paz pressed his forehead against your own, before whispering, "You don't have to worry. I'll always be around to protect you. And," a teasing note coming out in his voice making you smile, "You can tell me how much you love me anytime you want. As long as you don't have anymore previous fiancés out there professing their love to you. I don't think I could hold back from ripping off their heads like I did just now."

Giggling you shook your head, "No more love professions, I promise. Only yours matter."

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[thevoidscreams]

ok, so can i request quentin,yui, and felix with a survivor s/o! that’s a killers ex? like they’ll be in a chase together then the s/o and killer will stop and talk shit for 30 minutes while everyone else works on gens. or even worse if they are friends with ex (friends is pushing it, they’re on good terms because they’re scared for their frickin life), and will get along with killer during the trial and try to sacerfice them last. it can be any format, whatever works for you! have a great day/night! ❤️

(Sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors. Also the wait.)

Quentin: 

It would be an understatement to say that you were the world to Quentin Smith. You were his go to pillar for support and he was yours. Life outside the realm had been hard but existence in the Entity’s realm was a whole over nightmare and it was one he couldn’t wake up from.

Despite all that, there was one good thing about this new nightmare, and that was that he got to spend it with you. 

New people arrived periodically, as did new killers, but none of that seemed to bother you. Quentin had heard about the new monsters all the time from other survivors. Knowing that soon enough it would be something that he’d have to face. So he did his best to prepare. Staying with you when the Entity allowed, being calmed by your presence.

He despaired of being put in trials with you, the thought of hearing your screams as you were hooked, or watching you get downed by a killer’s weapon, it was simply something he could not become accustomed to. He loved you after all and seeing you hurt, especially by freddy, was unbearable. So his heart grew heavy as the fog that rolled over the camp swallowed you as well, depositing you alongside himself, Ash and Claudette in the AutoHaven. Grasping your hand he pulled you closer. “Come on, let's stick together.” You didn’t argue, squeezing his hand and giving him a soft smile. 

That plan quickly went to absolute hell. The Entity’s unfortunate choice of killer this round made you want to pull your hair out.

Rin Yamaoka. 

You'd dated briefly during your time as an exchange student in Japan. She was so beautiful and You'd fallen for her so fast. But it became too difficult to hide the nature of your relationship from her family and her father just about lost his mind when he discovered the two of you alone in her room holding each other. The jerk didn't even have the decency to knock, just burst in right as you kissed her cheek.

His yelling was still ingrained in your mind. His harsh biting words and the way he roughly grabbed you and quite literally threw you out of his house. Rin begging and crying the whole time for him not to hurt you.

You weren't allowed back over to their place after that.

The relationship petered out despite your best efforts to keep it alive with secret meetings in the park at night.

You cried when Rin officially broke things off. It was at one of your secret  rendezvous, she kissed you one last time and told you that despite how her heart was so full of love for you that her parents disapproved and the students were starting to catch on. She didn't want that kind of ridicule to fall on you.

You remained close for the whole of your time studying in Japan. When you left she saw you off and you gave her one last hug. Then she was gone and you got on the plane and flew away, but you left your heart in Japan.

Seeing her now you were frozen, stuck in place as your mind flashed through all your memories together and the tragic news of her death. Tears streamed down your cheeks and fell heavy to the ground below.

Likewise she stood frozen in place just staring at your face. "Rin��" the sound of her name was heavy on your tongue but even heavier on your heart.

Slowly your hand lifted to reach for her so close you could almost feel the chill of her ghostly form.

Your body jolted as you were pulled away and forced into a run. The heat of the hand holding yours was so very unlike the chill of Rin's body. 

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Quentin gasped, panic dripping from every syllable.

"a long time ago." You whispered as you ran with your boyfriend, through the exit gate and far away from the phantom from your past.

Yui:

Yui was a tough nut to crack but when she finally opened up you found a sweet and very loving interior. She was everything you could want in a girlfriend. The others remarked on the relative ease with which you had gotten her to fall.

All of the other survivors took up a bet whether or not you could romance her before you had managed to get all the killers in a trial.

Turns out those betting on before were right on the money. At first you had thought it was fine to not have had to face all the creepy monsters this place had to offer. Turns out not knowing made things all that much harder, or rather, more awkward. 

Staring down Philip Ojomo was surreal to say the least.

Even as transformed as he was there was no doubt about it. The tall tree looking monster was your old boyfriend. To be honest he seemed just as lost for what to do about the situation as you.

"Uh… hi Philip." You waved a little, shyly almost and took a step forward. He shifted his feet as if to take a step back but stopped himself. "It sure has been a while huh?"

Your break up had been amiable, he was leaving to start a new job and your work was calling for you to leave as well, far away from the town with the junkyard and bloody car crusher that he had been called to. 

"May we talk?" The question was completely unorthodox, and probably not a good idea.

Sitting down to speak with a man meant to kill and sacrifice you to the Entity. But you asked him nonetheless.

To your surprise he did. He sat with you on the damp earth and you both spoke for a long time, until the exit gates opened and you had to leave.

He offered you his hand cordially, and you accepted it happily.

At long last you had managed to catch up and had learned about what happened to each other. His story saddened you but it was good to finally know. 

When you told Yui about it she was more worried than you'd ever seen her outside the trials. She drilled you for all the details about what happened. Only stopping when you managed to asure her that you weren't hurt.

But then her face took on a look you had never seen before. She look uncertain and almost insecure.

"You aren't still love in love with him are you?"

The question left you floored.

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh. "No Yui I love you. My feelings for him have long since passed. I promise."

You kissed her hard and the tension melted from her shoulders as she kissed back.

"Good," she said when she pulled away, "because I don't plan on sharing you." 

Felix:

"For fuck's sake! Chase someone else for once!" You shouted over your shoulder. 

Ghostface apparently didn't care about doing anything for the sake of fuck because he didn't ,infact, stop chasing you.

You heard your name being shouted from the other side of the map. Felix was helping Meg off a hook. He was calling out to you. "Just a bit longer, we're almost done."

You nodded and pumped your legs harder. Hopping a pallet you laughed as Ghostface swore behind you. "Sorry Danny guess you just can't keep up…. Like always."

"Just you wait sweetheart. Once I get my hands on you..." He growled as he crushed the pallet with a few heavy stomps.

"I don't think I have much to be worried about." You laughed.

"Oh yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. I mean if you're as bad at killing as you were in bed then I'm gonna get out of here scot free." You cackled.

"EXCUSE YOU!?" His mask may not have been able to change but the rest of his body said it all. He was both offended and pissed.

"You take that back this instant you know damn well that that isn't true I was always…" he was absolutely raving behind you. Going on and on about how he had been attentive and how he always made you cum and on and on.

The last generator popped and you wooped happily. 

"Oh you little fucker." Danny shouted as you made for the gate. "That is what I was!" You called back.

"I will hook your ass don't think I won't!" 

He never got the chance as you dashed past the escape gate and out into the field beyond to join your loving boyfriend. "You okay?" Felix asked, taking your hand as you both slowed, nearing the survivors' camp.

"Yes I'm okay. Are you okay? I know he got a few hits in during the match."

His smile was warm and reassuring. "Yes I'm okay. Cluadette had a good med kit."

You leaned up to peck his cheek. "Good." You walked with him hand in hand into the camp and forgot about anything that wasn't being in his arms.

#my writing #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #quentin smith #quentin smith x reader #rin yamaoka #rin yamaoka x reader #yui kimura #yui kimura x reader #philip ojomo #philip ojomo x reader #felix richter #felix richter x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #the spirit #the spirit x reader #the wraith #the wraith x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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Chasing Ghosts (Johnny Silverhand x V/Reader)

Imagine Johnny waking up to find that he’s no longer an engram and alive in his own body no less. He doesn’t understand how, but figured that you had something to do with it.

The rocker tries looking for you, but discovers that so much time has passed while he was rebooting and recovering, that you died living out the remainder of your days making sure that he had a good transition in his second life.

“Despite all of our efforts to reprogram the ware, removing the engram wasn’t enough to stop the deterioration on V’s-“

“Why don’t you just fucking come out and say that I killed my best friend? ‘Cause that’s exactly what fucking happened, right?” He wasn’t angry at Viktor, but his voice came out in low, steady, furious rasps as if he was doing his best to reign in the feeling of losing you. As always, everything Johnny touched was either tainted, broken beyond repair, or simply gone forever. He did all of that to you. And you were the best thing that has ever happened to him.

“Listen. Before V died...” The ripperdoc sighs, reaching in his back pocket and slowly pulling out a data shard.

“This is for you.”

“What the hell is that?” Johnny already had an idea and didn’t want to hear it.

“A set of instructions to help your transition,” explained Viktor. “A lot has changed since your stunt with Mikoshi and Arasaka, V wanted to make sure that you were taken care of.”

Johnny seethed through his teeth, “And what is that supposed to mean? You saying that-“

The doc nods slowly as if barely accepting it himself, “Consider it V’s last will and testament, kid.”

When Johnny didn’t reach out for the shard, Viktor placed it in his hand before wordlessly getting up from his seat and walking away, giving the other man space with his thoughts. All the former rockstar could do was stare at it with a deep frown.

A moment passed. Two. Finally, Johnny reached for the back of his head, feeling for the slot that was no doubt implanted onto him to keep up with this new era. With shaky breath, he carefully inserts the shard. His eyes pick up nothing but static for a moment, then numbers and a bar. It’s loading before everything settles and his vision is clear again. He’s taken aback. It’s you, sitting before him with a big smile across your face.

Johnny calls out your name before desperately reaching for you only for his hand to catch nothing but air. Right... A holomessage... Just data. It’s not really you. You’re very much de-

“Hey Samurai. You got a bunch of questions and you’re probably mad as shit. But don’t worry, Imma answer them all. How do I know that I can, you ask?” Your hologram tapped the side of their head before tapping their chest where their heart rested. “I’ve had you in my head, Johnny. Know your soul as much as you know mine. So trust me when I say that you’re gonna make it through this. You’re not alone.”

Your hologram holds out an arm to him, putting the tattoo of your shared names on display. Although he already knew that it was pointless to try touching you again, he extended his arm anyways until it looked like he was. It took everything in Johnny not to cry or scream. He killed you. No matter what everyone said, he did. You both agreed to that as much in the end. And yet, knowing all that, you went through the trouble of making something like this for him. And with a damn smile.

“I got you.”

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To be continued?

A/N: Rough draft of what I thought of the other night. Was thinking of making it into a series but we’ll see? Got inspired by a movie that I can’t remember the title of. Anyways, you’re probably going to see this editted a lot. Thanks for reading, Samurais.

A/N 2: Woops. We got a title now. Oh no.

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Ready for zombies, Zoro, and some hurt/comfort? Then take a swig of this potion for @quirkyseastone ‘s “Brew a Love Potion” event! (But please read the warnings first!)

Characters: Zoro x Reader; appearance by Bartholomew Kuma

Genre: Zombie/Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort (a bit light on the comfort though, woops)

TW/CW: Violence, guns and swords, blood, light gore, mentions of cannibalism, undead bodies

Inspiration: The concept for zombies in this fic is inspired by the novel Breathers by S.G. Browne (at least, what I remember from having read it over 10 years ago...)

Word Count: ~3.1k words

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"Hold still, we're almost..." You apply the last bit of blush before appraising your handiwork. Not bad, if you said so yourself. At a glance, Zoro doesn't even look dead. "There. Want a mirror to see?"

"I trust you not to doll me up too bad." Roronoa Zoro yawns, even though the legendary zombie hunter no longer needs to sleep, having recently been turned into a zombie himself. Which, contrary to popular belief, is not in and of itself a death sentence. Most zombies act as they did in life, even if their bodies no longer recover the way a living human's does. The danger comes from the zombies who try to stop this decay by feasting on human brains...and sometimes more dangerous are the humans who've decided that every zombie is a ticking time bomb regardless of said zombie's intentions. 

At least Zoro had never been that way, but now he's got to hide from the hunters who once considered him a legend. Sure, it wouldn't be hard for him to fight off hunters, even if you've had to stitch each limb back on at least twice (and you're still not sure where one of his eyes ended up). But you'd rather your newfound partner in protecting innocent zombies not cause a scene simply by walking through the market.

"Remember, don't rub your face. This makeup cost me a fortune. And try to fake breathing this time, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I got it." He manages to take a breath that's believable but isn't so deep that it rattles the loose bones and organs in his slowly decaying chest.

Both of you get to your feet and finish the rest of your preparations for the outside world. Your clothing hides as much skin as possible, even with the warm temperatures outside. You spray Zoro down with cheap cologne so he smells less like roadkill and more like a teenager trying to cover up a bad case of B.O. And you slip on filtration masks in a vain attempt to avoid the ever-present smoke and dust beyond your walls.

No one's sure if the zombies came about because of the bombs, or if the bombs were secretly launched because the powers-that-be learned about the first nascent zombies and failed with their pre-emptive strike. But now much of the world is a wasteland, and bargaining for resources is bad enough without half the population lobbing accusations of cannibalism at the other half. You can't hold off this trip any longer, because you've ended up looking after a number of innocent zombies, and they need medical supplies before they fall apart any further.

You shoo Zoro away from the driver's spot on your motorbike. "Nuh uh buddy, we aren't getting lost today." You've heard a new band of hunters is coming to town, and the last thing you want is to run into them before you have a chance to secure your supplies.

"I don't get lost! They just keep changing where the market is." Zoro still reluctantly waits for you to take your place at the front before he sits behind you and firmly snakes his arms around your waist. You pretend you can feel his pulse when he holds you, even though you know the heart in his chest has long stopped beating.

Markets are supposed to be neutral ground. Everyone needs resources to survive after all, and one of the few things that bombs and zombie outbreaks couldn't kill is commerce. Stalls line the aisles of what was once a grocery store, faded advertisements promoting foods that no one's seen in years, and someone has fixed the speaker system to play the same old pop hits in a vain attempt at normalcy.

You hold tight to Zoro's hand, both to keep him from getting lost and so he stays close in case of danger. He obliges, and even holds bags for you as you pull him around. You might've called this romantic in the times before, back when your purchases would've been far more frivolous than bandages and shelf-stable rations, but you're unsure how close you and Zoro would've been without being thrown together by circumstance.

You pause by one stall, eyes wide. Zoro doesn't notice and keeps walking until he notices that you won't budge. He raises an eyebrow when he finally joins you. "What, some kinda' plastic plant?"

"Not plastic. It's real." You forgive him the mistake though, as the plant has sturdy, waxy leaves that almost look sculpted. It feels like so long since you've seen anything green (aside from Zoro's hair), much less an actual plant. But you note the name scribbled in tape on its battered plastic pot. It's nothing useful, not medicinal or edible in the slightest. Just a begonia that hasn't even bloomed yet.

The shopkeeper asks, "Gonna gawk, or you gonna' buy?"

You know you can't afford a plant, what with how rare they are. You might be able to bargain and beg if it were something more useful, but...

"We'll buy." Zoro slams something down on the table. "This'll be enough?"

You catch the glint of gold peeking from between his fingers. Jewelry isn't useful anymore, but human greed has a hard time giving up old habits. The shopkeeper smiles wide and practically shoves the begonia at you with one hand while snatching up Zoro's earring with the other. You thank him and depart the stall without another word, clutching the flower close to your chest.

"What was that about?" You hiss at Zoro.

"Looked like you wanted it," he says with a shrug. You squint up at his remaining earrings, only to realize that in his haste to remove the one he traded away, he tore the hole in his ear a little in the process. Probably didn't even notice that he'd done so, the stubborn fool...

Well, what's done is done. "Thank you. I'll make sure to take excellent care of it."

"Don't mention it." Which you know is Zoro-speak for "you're welcome". So you smile back at him without saying anything more on the subject, and continue the rest of your trek through the market.

You make the mistake of thinking this is a surprisingly nice day. But you don't realize that someone has noticed how Zoro isn't bleeding.

When Zoro pulls out one sword and tightens his grip around your midsection, you don't have to ask why. You're being followed.

You absently wonder what gave you away. Never removing your masks? A smudge in Zoro's makeup that revealed the deathly pallor underneath? It doesn't really matter, you think. Whoever is after you will chase you down until they can swing their weapons and play at being heroes, so all you can do is fight on your own terms. You avoid going home and swerve the bike toward the burned-out husk of an abandoned store that not even the most desperate zombies would hide in.

You glance at the tilted rearview mirror on your bike. The figures chasing you are hulking brutes, but nothing compared to their ringleader. He's built like a brick house with legs, and his imposing figure is thrown off by the pristine white hat topped with small bear ears. Instead of a holstered weapon, he has a bible strapped to his side. You've heard of this man. Judging by the look in Zoro's eyes, he does too. One of the most notorious zombie hunters in the country: Bartholomew Kuma.

What is he doing here, of all places?

Zoro says, "Soon as we touch down, hide. It's me they want."

"I can't just leave you. You know who that is back there?"

"Doesn't matter. I already died once. They can't do worse than that to me. But they could still hurt you plenty. 'Specially if you came back before they were done with you." In the rearview mirror, Zoro's eyes are sharp and cold as his blades.

You know how to handle a weapon in self-defense, but you're nowhere near the master that Zoro is. And he has a point. You're still human, you can bleed, you can hurt. And that might chew Zoro up worse than anything Kuma and crew could throw at him. You resign yourself to your fate and think of where in that burnt-out building you might be able to hide, preferably while still keeping an ear out for danger.

You speed on, trying to shake your pursuers, but soon the road runs out. The bones of burnt buildings jut out before you like oversized tombstones. You remember scouting here before, trying to usher out displaced zombies before the remnants of the building could collapse on them. Much of the ruins have fallen since you were last here, but there's still a concrete bunker that was once a stockroom, and it's mostly intact. You can lay low there until the fighting's over. 

You relay this plan to Zoro, and you tell him, "I'll be safe there, don't worry about me. Once the fighting's done, I'll come back down and patch you up. So don't die on me again, alright?"

Zoro nods, even though he surely knows the claim is more for your comfort than anything. He's a zombie, after all, and they don't heal the way humans do unless they devour human brains. He won't bleed, but if he looses a limb, or even his head? There's nothing you can do to fix that. And to be honest, you're not sure if that'll do him in, or if he'd continue living in pieces. You don't want to find out.

You park. And you know you should hit the ground running, but your heart is hammering in your chest. You turn to Zoro as he pulls out his blades.

You quickly put your warm hands on his cold cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. You two never attached words to what's simmered under the surface for so long, but in case of the worst...you couldn't handle him not knowing how  you truly felt. He blinks as you pull away, briefly stunned. You wonder if he'd blush if he could.

You run into the burnt-out husk of a building. The touch of your lips on Zoro's is replaced by a sword between his teeth.

In another lifetime, before people stopped dying right and the world went to hell over it, this building was a clothing store. You shopped here for outfits you haven't seen in years. Once, a friend who worked here snuck you into the back room, and you ate cheap takeout while surrounded by wall-to-ceiling racks of clothing and shoes. If you took time to wipe away the dust, you might still find graffiti left by the workers during their final shifts. You wonder if your friend left one.

You cannot look because you are huddled on a shelf and trying not to make a sound. The shelves are sturdy metal and easy to climb even without the rolling ladder. You're hidden high above the heads of anyone who might come in and pressed against a wall. No one should find you here.

For awhile, you heard sounds from outside. Speaking at first, though you couldn't make out what was being said. Then battle, swords colliding and guns firing. Screams. Then...nothing. You don't know if it's safe to come out. You'll find out soon. There are footsteps approaching.

A voice you do not recognize says your name.

"Roronoa Zoro is dead. Again. I am sorry that it had to happen." Heavy footfalls contrast a voice that is soft, almost even kind. "I understand why you might want to save him. You've built quite a reputation for that, you know. But I'm afraid it ends here. We cannot allow you to keep any more abominations alive. You understand that is what they are, don't you?"

You know he's trying to goad you into revealing yourself. It takes everything in your power to hold still and silent.

Metal crumples nearby with a shrill squeal, as if it could protest its false bones being broken.

"If you were to go on a trip...where would you like to go?"

The question throws you off guard, almost enough for sound to escape your lips.

"We do not have to kill you. All the government wants is to talk. If you cooperate, you'll be transported somewhere safe. Free of zombies, even." More metal crumples, and you wonder how Kuma is doing it. Does he have a weapon, or is he strong enough to break the storage shelves with his bare hands? "All you have to do is come willingly, and when we're done, you can go wherever you'd like, and you'll be kept safe."

But the only place you can think of is home. With Zoro. No matter what might come after you there.

The shelf under you shifts, and your body spasms as if you fell in a dream and awoke with your mind still lurching. You reach for anything to grab onto, but your fingers only touch air. (For the briefest instance, you spy graffiti drawn by a familiar hand upon the wall.)

You do not immediately recognize the feel of the arms, because they are warm and pulsing with life. You stare up at Zoro's face in disbelief. He's missing an eye and his face is smeared with blood, mouth drawn in a thin line.

"You survived," Kuma intones softly. "You ate them." And you wish you could refute him, but even before he spoke, you knew it to be true. Zoro's bloody fingers dig into your clothes to hold you tight. You hear his heartbeat for the first time, and it rarely skips a beat. Kuma says, "Let your friend down, Roronoa. You don't want to do this."

"Think I'm some mindless cannibal? Think again." Zoro sets you down and looks  you dead in the eye. "Told you I wouldn't die. And neither will you. Now, get out of here." Half a second before returning his sword to his mouth, his tongue flickers over his blood-stained lips. "Hurry!"

You do as he asks and flee to the doorway of the building. You know you should run to the motorcycle and drive out of here, but there are two problems with that. One is how you don't want to leave Zoro again. The other is that even if you admit the truth to yourself, that he finally gave in and consumed the brains of his enemies like the zombies he used to put down...you don't want to turn around and see what he did to the corpses of Kuma's followers.

The fight is swift and brutal. You've seen Zoro fight before, but while he's normally a whirlwind with his blades, now he's a demonic torrent. Much as he tries to stick to his traditional fighting forms, they slip into more instinctual slashes when Kuma pushes back, and the only thing that keeps Zoro on top is sheer ferocity. He moves so fast, you swear he's slashing three times faster than a normal man, leaving the afterimages of a three-faced demon. (You've heard rumors of zombies growing entirely new parts when they've eaten too much mortal flesh, but surely those are only rumors, survivors not understanding what they're seeing...)

Kuma is far quicker than his size would suggest. But even he begins to buckle. He blocks one blade with a bible far sturdier than it appears, and then lunges forward in a final desperate attack. Zoro braces to parry an attack, but is taken aback as no blow comes. Something metal and blinking is clasped onto his wrist.

"We will not meet again."

And Kuma is gone. You blink in surprise. You swore you didn't see him leave through the other holes in the building, didn't feel anyone pass you, and yet...

The normally composed swordsman growls as he sheathes his swords and tries to pry the blinking metal bangle (a tracking device, what else could it be?) off his arm. You want to approach him, but are unsure if you should; all you can do is watch as he uselessly paws at the bangle. Until he stops suddenly. You catch a glimpse of fresh crimson.

Zoro freezes as the reality of what he's done, what he's become, finally settles in. He's a statue slowly dripping red, most of which isn't his own. His breath shudders, and that too takes him off-guard. He sways where he stands, almost falling to his knees but somehow staying upright.

Before you can stop yourself, your feet carry you toward him, and you reach out. Your fingers brush against his back. He growls, "Don't. I'm not..."

"It doesn't matter what you are. You're still Zoro." 

Gentle pushes at his shoulders turn him around so he faces you. His face has more color than you've ever seen, blood red and flesh pink and mottled blues and violets of bruises. His closed eyelid twitches as the eye underneath regenerates. How long will it be until all the color's gone, and electrical impulses run short to leave his heart to hang heavy and empty in his chest, and how much longer than that until he gets a taste for life again regardless of the cost?

That doesn't matter right now. The future looms taller and more frightening than Kuma, but right now, you're two scared humans in a broken warehouse. You wrap your arms around Zoro and pull him close.

For the briefest moment, you feel his mouth open, hear the click in his jaw. His teeth brush against your ear. You close your eyes and refuse to think about it.

His chin rests on your shoulder. Mouth closed. Arms wrap around you right and your hearts beat together, lungs scramble for air together, blood and worry (and tears, you think, but you're not sure whose) intermingle and crawl to a slow stop until only a numb and temporary peace remains.

"You'd be forgiven for walking away." His voice is raw and tired with the weight of living again and all that took.

"Maybe. But someone has to keep you from getting lost." You give him one final squeeze before letting him go. "Come on. Let's go home and get you cleaned up."

When morning comes, you'll have to face what the future holds for a brain-eating swordsman and the one who looks out for him despite it all. But tonight, the both of you are miraculously alive and breathing, and there's a green new plant in the window ready to soak up all the sunlight tomorrow can offer.

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SUMMARY |  y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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hongjoong had gathered everyone around, gaze settled upon his members. “this mission is very important. we’ve managed to get a good deal. he says if he manages to make a good first impression with us, he’ll be willing to work with us at a smaller price.”

everyone nodded along, understanding what he was trying to say: don’t mess this up. 

the leader continued as everyone seemed to catch the drift, “but we’re going to be very careful with this. we don’t put ourselves out there, so i don’t know how he knows our reputation enough to want to further business before we’ve even started.”

seonghwa perked up, arms tightening around himself, “that means old business is talking.” hongjoong nodded, letting him know they were both on the same page.

after a moment of silence, hongjoong sucked his teeth and looked up at y/n, eyes holding an emotion the older couldn’t read. the two held eye contact for barely 3 seconds before hongjoong spoke in yeosang’s direction. “i want you to stay here with y/n,” at those words, the younger gave a look that explained his feelings very well, y/n thought.  

yeosang thought this was bullshit, but he couldn’t speak out on it because he trusted hongjoong knew well enough. “don’t take it personal, i don’t trust y/n fully. we don’t know what can happen.”

yeosang could only nod, deciding against disobeying hongjoong’s orders. 

“alright, everyone get ready. we leave in an hour, i wanna get there early. scope out the place.”

y/n felt ashamed and angry. 

ever since the group left for the mission, almost an hour ago, yeosang has been rude and treating him like he was the cause of all his problems. he felt ashamed because yeosang’s bruteness made him feel, somewhat, small and embarrassed, like it was his fault they were in this situation.

“get out of my way,” yeosang had shoved y/n on the way to the kitchen. the older stared dumbfounded, patience wearing thin.

“a simple excuse me would’ve been nice.”

yeosang scoffed, opening the refrigerator. if there was one thing that bothered him, it was being on babysitting duty. 

“yeah, well i’m not exactly in the mood to play around and be all goody-two-shoes. so you know what would be nice?” he directed a sharp glare to y/n, not giving him a chance to answer his rhetorical question, “if you would fuck off.”

y/n bit his tongue, sizing up the smaller. his thoughts blocked his irritation, taking in the fact that yeosang was a gang member. he’s pretty sure size wouldn’t inconvenience the younger when handling a physical situation, much less a verbal one.

the doctor went to walk away as yeosang placed a plate in the microwave, until he noticed red markings on the skin of yeosang’s wrist, his shirt sleeve sliding down as his arm lifted. “are you okay?”

“last i checked, i didn’t ask for some psychological evaluation. so for the love of god-”

“no- i meant your wrist… is your wrist okay?”

a barely noticeable blush covered yeosang’s ears, “i’m fine. it’s nothing.” 

y/n’s head tilted, an unsure look on his face.“do… do you mind if i take a look at it?” 

yeosang stilled, the low hum of the microwave filling in the silence. he hesitated, but decided against it, knowing yunho had told him he needed to get it looked at because there wasn’t much he could do.

his eyes drifted to y/n, his arm slowly gravitating in the direction of y/n, a silent approval. the doctor carefully walked forward, gently grabbing yeosang’s hand and pulling the sleeve slightly. a small gasp left his mouth, the sleeve barely pulled back but the wound already looked pretty bad. “do you have a first aid kit?”

the metal lid of the small trash can clinked as it swung back and forth, ointment-clotted swabs and bandage wrappers crinkling within the confinement. “thank you,” yeosang’s voice was small, his upset mood dissipating as time went on. 

“it’s no problem,” y/n finished wrapping yeosang’s wrist, careful not to make it too tight, “that was a second degree burn though… how’d you get it?”

yeosang looked down, a blush settling on his cheeks. his head dropped and his feet swung under the medical cot he sat on. he mumbled something, biting his lip afterwards, and y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. “i’m sorry, what was that?” and yeosang mumbled once more, y/n still not hearing what he said. “huh?”

“i said i burned myself trying to help seognhwa hyung make your meals!”

y/n blinked, “oh.”

and for the next few moments, it was deadly silent, the ticking of the wall clock echoing. y/n couldn’t take the awkwardness any longer, clearing his throat, “well, next time you get hurt, please don’t be afraid to come to me. it’d give me something to do, i already feel pretty useless and lonely here, to be honest.”

yeosang looked up, his feet no longer swinging, and a confused look on his face. “you’re not useless. we wouldn’t have kept you alive if you were.”

at that moment y/n inhaled, not knowing how to respond to that. “uh, jeez, that uh… hm, that makes me feel better… i guess?” a moment passed before the two chuckled, a comedic break turning out to be a lot more comforting than they expected. 

minutes passed, their conversation dying down into light replies and subtle smiles when yeosang asked a question that threw the doctor off. “do you know anyone by the name of heeseung?”

dozens of thoughts raced through y/n’s mind; why does he want to know? is heeseung okay? did he do something he wasn’t supposed to? 

“. . . yes.” but y/n couldn’t ask any further because before he knew it, yeosang had nodded and gotten down from the cot, walking out of the infirmary area.

meanwhile, miles away the others had arrived at the meeting spot, every member cautiously looking out for anything strange. seonghwa began pulling in closer to the black van adjacent to theirs, letting hongjoong and wooyoung scout to make sure this was the man they were meeting with.

after confirmation that this was dongwoo, they holstered their weapons within the waistbands of their trousers and exited the van. 

“have you got it?” hongjoong cut to the chase; he was quite a brute person when it came to work. and dongwoo and his people wanted to make a good first impression? he’d see how well he could handle him.

“yep, got a truckload of ak-47’s, m16’s, and a couple 9mm’s. all smuggled from america.”

hongjoong pursed his lips, an impressed nod making dongwoo’s ego subtly inflate. word on the street said no one had successfully managed to smuggle weapons, specifically guns, to ateez without the korean law getting too heavily involved. the trader always got caught, and ateez always made sure to utilize their connections and silence those who they couldn’t trust to keep their mouths shut. 

hongjoong had to go to some expensive lengths just to get the glock 17’s they used now. the quality of the gun proved its worth though, they learned. however, it was rare that they resorted to guns—they didn’t rely on them unless they themselves were in danger or if someone needed to be silenced quickly.

“looks good to me,” hongjoong complimented, turning his head slightly toward wooyoung, “bring out their payment.” 

wooyoung nodded briefly, bringing his hands from behind his back, a large herbal drink-branded bag being showcased. dongwoo raised a brow, peeking over and catching a glimpse of the rolls of cash that filled the bag to the brim.

“thank you for your service,” hongjoong beckoned wooyoung to hand the bag to dongwoo, before he went to step toward his shipment.

“wait, what?”

at dongwoo’s abruptness, san stepped forward, “what do you mean ‘what’? take the deal or leav—” his words died down and he cowered back when hongjoong’s sharp glare met his eyes, immediately silencing him. 

the leader clasped his hands behind his back and made a sharp turn toward the man. “is there something wrong?” his head was tilted and a curious look was on his face, there shouldn’t have been anything wrong with this offer and if there was, there was only a problem on dongwoo’s side. call it being ignorant, but hongjoong didn’t say he never had a problem because he wanted to be cocky and egotistic. it was simply the truth. 

out of every issue he and the others had encountered with a deal, none had gone wrong on their part. it was part of the reason their group was at the top—they were efficient business partners and leaders. something only went wrong when non-mutual expectations weren’t met.

“there’s no ‘we’re looking forward to doing future business with you’?”

a small smirk had taken over hongjoong’s lips, hidden by the hanging of his head. “mr. yoo, we further business with those of the same intentions as us. do you, perhaps, know what those intentions are?”

dongwoo stood dumbfounded; of everything he heard about ateez and their leader, he didn’t think to find out just what their goal was.

“it seems you don’t know, so i’ll tell you. we, ateez, have come this far from one thing and one thing only—loyalty. when i heard your proposition of your first impression leading to cheaper traders, something was a little off,” his eyes squinted and he bought his pointer finger and thumb to barely touch, “you know a little too much, don’t you think?”

dongwoo’s eyes widened slightly but he recovered, however, it was noticeable. “what are you talking about?” 

“someone’s been talking, haven’t they? leaking information about us that they, most certainly, weren’t warranted to give, but you probably don’t know much—you’re not the loose tie that needs to be cut off,” he looked dongwoo dead in the eyes as his own narrowed, “i hope.”

his intimidating stare lasted for a few moments more before a light smile covered his face, eye lightening. “take your payment, we’ll be taking our things and leaving.”

hongjoong gave a nod of his head, him and the rest of ateez splitting up to hook the small weapon-filled-trailer to their own vehicle, dongwoo and his men pulling off once it was unattached. 

“boss, i don’t feel so good about this right now. i think we should hurry and get out of here.” yunho spoke, a hand rubbing at the hairs that stood on the back of his neck. hongjoong didn’t question further, sharing the suspenseful feeling that creeped up his spine, giving a prompt nod.

after 5 minutes were spent attaching the trailer and making sure they were ready to go, seonghwa started the engine and waited for everyone to get in. just as san and mingi were about to get in the van, the screeching of tires sounded nearby.

“get down!” and bullets went flying.

“do you like raisin bran?”

y/n gave a slight nod, folding his hands in front of him. “sure!” yeosang held the box in the air, stopping mid-grab.

“aren’t you a doctor? raisin bran has a lot of sugar…”

y/n shrugged his shoulders, standing to get bowls for the both of them, “i’m a doctor, not a dentist. besides, i’m quite the sugar addict. with the injuries i see and multiple hour surgeries i perform, i need some type of a high—so sugar high it is!”

yeosang laughed, shaking his head and setting the cereal box on the counter before grabbing the milk from the fridge. “quick question doc,” yeosang began and y/n looked at him, setting the bowls and spoons down. “milk first or cereal?”

yeosang held a laugh in when y/n had a visibly offended look on his face, a hand pressing to his chest. “yeosang, please tell me you put cereal fi—”

“shit! y/n where the fuck are you?!” someone had frantically shouted from the front of the house, yeosang and y/n giving each other a worried look before tripping over their own feet to reach the living room.

“oh my—what happened?!”

“fuck,” hongjoong let out a belligerent roar, “get him to the infirmary!”

y/n panicked, grabbing onto the injured man and hoisting him up into his arms, rushing to the infirmary. he looked down at the paled man in his arms, huffing out a breath of air, “don’t worry san, i’ve got you!”

san lies on the medical cot, eyes still and closed and chest rising and falling in a calming pattern. y/n is sitting next to him, checking his vitals every few minutes and making sure his labs are okay. after verifying everything is stable, he sat the clipboard down, closing his own eyes and lying his head in his arms on the cot, dozing off. 

it’d been about 3 hours since san was bought in like this. y/n could’ve laughed at how freaked out he was earlier—san’s injuries weren’t even the worst he’s ever seen or treated, but your emotions and professionalism change when the person lying on your operating table is someone you have a nice relationship with… and when said patient’s fellow gang members are breathing down your neck, reminding you that there’s no other option than survival for him...

“how is he?” hongjoong’s voice startled y/n out of his exhausted haze, the older jumping in his spot.

“he’s fine now. if you’d have been any later, he would have coded… and i can’t do much for coding outside a hospital.”

the leader nodded his head, his chest and shoulders dropping slightly as if he could finally breathe. y/n watched him, watched how hongjoong toed around the cot, staring san’s unconscious form down.

y/n fumbled with his fingers, running over his next words in his head before just blurting them. “is it hard?”

“what do you mean?”

he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the shorter, “being a leader… having to watch over everyone,” he held eye contact with the leader, trying to read his expression, “it must be suffocating when something happens to one of them.”

hongjoong’s tongue swiped over his teeth as he stared the taller down. the air around them was tense—hongjoong knew y/n meant good by his words, but he’s not the type of person to just get emotional with people, especially those who aren’t exactly close to him. the others may see y/n as someone more than a hostage, but to hongjoong, he was just that. a person they were taking advantage of—a person who was only cooperative because his life was on the line.

“we’re going to head back to the shooting scene and see if we can find anything that’ll lead us to dongwoo, son-of-a-bitch. wooyoung and yeosang will stay with you and san… so let them know if you or san needs anything.” y/n cleared his throat, giving a curt nod before standing up and walking toward the cabinets, desperate to escape the awkward and tense aura. 

when he heard the door to the infirmary shut, signaling hongjoong had left, he let out a sigh before starting to occupy himself again. he opened a cabinet, grabbing a roll of gauze—it was time to change san’s dressings.

as he made his way back to the cot, he noticed san was now awake and it caused him to stop in his tracks. “when did you wake up?”

“unfortunately, when it got awkward,” san watched y/n’s face fall, a look of embarrassment overtaking his tired features. he held back a teasing smile, leaning back on his arms, although hissing in pain and sitting back up when the pressure sent a stabbing pain through his side and shoulder. he watched y/n walk toward him and lift his clean shirt to start snipping at the dirtied gauze anchored around his naked shoulder.

a few moments went by of y/n re-bandaging and wrapping san’s wounds before the injured boy’s head tilted to the side. he didn’t know if it was because he was high off pain meds or if it was because he’s been so deprived of seeing an unfamiliar face… but y/n looked really handsome and flattering. even thinking about feeling that way sent a drunk feeling to san’s head, his mind getting lost and going blank in the echoing cavity of his skull. it was no secret to himself that he was rather flexible when it came to his romantic relationships and feelings, but he was still foreign to it.

he decided to push it to the back of his mind, feeling rather rushed and irrational at the moment, “y/n hyung… are you feeling better now?”

the older turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “i should be asking that—you’re the one who got shot in the shoulder and stomach,” he pulled san’s shirt back down, careful not to put pressure on his shoulder. he turned around for a moment before turning back and wrapping san’s arm in a sling.

“thank you,” the younger softly spoke, before continuing, “i just noticed you’re more at ease with all of...this. it’s almost a complete 180 from when we first met.”

the doctor’s hands froze against his own lap, a sigh leaving his mouth and his eyes fluttering in a blink of realization, “i guess so.”

“they’re not here—”

hongjoong sighed through his nose, looking rather composed; and the others thought it wasn’t much of a deal until the leader kicked the seat in front of him, scaring seonghwa, who was in the driver’s seat. “call yeosang.”

“been here for a while, what’s up.” said male spoke through their communicator, sounding calm and unbothered.

“can you please stop doing th—can you find anything about dongwoo’s whereabouts?”

“give me a sec,” the boy registered, the clicking of a keyboard sounding into the communication device.

“alright so while yeosang’s doing what should have been done, please tell me why there wasn’t an extensive amount of research on this client?” hongjoong was pissed. not only did their transaction end in a one-sided gunfight, it ended up with one of their own having more than one bullet wound.

wooyoung swallowed, knowing damn well the question was aimed at him. “hyung, i did do research. i made sure to look up what links he has with other businesses and everything that i could think of. i’ve never failed at doing so-”

“then why did you fail this time?”

it got heavily quiet, seonghwa looking at his boyfriend through the rear-view mirror. no one uttered a breath and looked away from a fidgeting wooyoung.

“aight i’m back.”

hongjoong ignored seonghwa’s prompting  gaze, “what did you find?”

“nothing. they’re good at covering their tracks and maybe that’s why wooyoung couldn't find much. usually, we resort to hacking, but i’ve never seen these sorts of codes before and if you want me to break the wall down it will take longer than what you’d want.”

the leader sighed once more, pinching the bridge of his nose while bouncing his right leg. “No it’s fine, we’ll just hope dongwoo and his crew don’t appear again.”

“but hyung, isn’t that a little reckless-”

“you shouldn’t be one to speak right now.” hongjoong turned to glare at wooyoung, the younger male pursing his lips and nodding. “everyone get in the car, we're going back.”

“...so i’m not going to try and hack this? aw.”

“what’s wrong?” san frowned as wooyoung sulked while sitting next to him on the cot.

“hyung’s mad with me…”

y/n had his back facing them, trying to arrange the mess that was on the counter where all the ointments and supplies were. yunho had came in earlier to apologize for not keeping it organized, his exact words being “i just clean up their wounds as best as i can, and i’m not really in here unless it’s an emergency.”

san lingered a glance at y/n as if the older would do the same. “is it because of dongwoo?”

the younger nodded with a pout, leaning on san’s side. “mhm, and he hasn’t talked to me since.”

“well you know joong-hyung, he’s…” san thought for a few seconds, and when he couldn't find the words, he bit the inside of his cheek. “ he’ll get over it, just give it time. or talk to seonghwa-hyung, he’ll know what to do, he always does.”

wooyoung whined, “i already did! and he said ‘i can’t do anything’ with that pained smile of his!”

san blinked, “what? you’re lying, hwa-hyung would never fail us-”

“no no, i was there. he talked to hongjoong-hyung before wooyoung came up to him...or at least tried. joong-hyung isn’t talking to anyone right now. that’s why hwa-hyung told you he can’t do anything.”

“yeo, i swear you’re the nosiest person ever. like, please, i’m not sure if that’s good or bad sometimes.” san grimaced after processing yeosang’s comment through the earpiece.

“as far as i know it’s done us more good than bad. plus, it’s my job to be nosy, remember? we all get paid for things, and i get paid for sticking my nose up yall’s business.”

“wait you do that 24/7?” wooyoung frowned.

“uh, no. sometimes i don’t even intend to do it, ya’ll loud as fuck so sometimes i don’t even need the communicators. and i only comment on things that mean something. and before you ask this did not mean anything, i just wanted to join in the conversation.”

san snorted, “then why didn’t you just walk in here?”

“cus i’m busy right now.”

“doing what?” wooyoung grabbed san’s hand and played with his friend’s fingers.

“doing what i was not authorized to do—hack that wall.”

“won’t you get in trouble?”

“maybe,” the sound of him smacking his lips sounded, “but at least i won’t be given the silent treatment.”

wooyoung sat up. “yah! yeosang i will come down there and kick you!” when he heard no response he jumped off the cot and walked out the room, “yeosang i warned you!”

while hearing his best friend yell down the hall, san laughed. his attention returned to y/n who had his head tilted and a confused look on his face. “what’s wrong, hyung?”

“how...were you two talking to yeosang?” 

san hummed, smiling while tapping the clear earpiece in his ear. “we have them on unless we’re showering and sleeping or something. but when we’re on duty we have them on, speaking of that, i’ll tell jongho to get you one-”

y/n shook his hands in front of him as san was about to move, “you shouldn’t move too much, you might reopen a wound. i’ll call him…” y/n’s voice died down when he realized what he was volunteering to do.

at the sudden look of horror on y/n’s face, san laughed. 

“don’t worry, jongho’s just a buff teddy bear unless in danger. but for now, i’ll call him over.” san raised his hand to his earpiece, making y/n question why he couldn’t do that before. “jongho, can you bring an earpiece for y/n?”

san nodded when the younger agreed, saying he’ll be there shortly. he lowered his hand and rested it on his lap. “have you gotten along with anyone here yet?” he tried to spark conversation with the doctor, highly interested in him and feeling the need to know more about him.

“aside from yeosang, seonghwa and you, uh, not really. maybe yunho? i mean, he’s never showed any sign of hatred towards me so i guess we get along decent too...but i haven’t really had a chance to meet the others.”

the younger nodded, “well we may look tough and all, but i promise we’re all chill. hongjoong-hyung is only tough and straightforward when he’s on the lookout. just give him some time and you’ll see how nice and caring he is.”

y/n hummed, “i guess..”

“i have arrived with the product~” jongho smiled while walking inside the room, a box in hand. “once you put it on it will send yeosang a message and he’ll grant access to it.”

san watched jongho gesture y/n to grab it, but he took it before the doctor did. “here, i’ll put it in for you.”

jongho did his best to not snort or laugh, leaning against the wall instead. he watched san help y/n with setting up the earpiece, amused at how san seemed interested in the doctor.

“ok done, yeosang should grant access soon.” san smiled at y/n, the doctor returning it with his own.

a few minutes of quiet tension passed and jongho felt the need to do something; he pressed the button on the side of his earpiece. “yeosang-hyung, are you not going to-”

“give me a second, i just kicked wooyoung out. if he goes up there with a black eye don’t question it, he’ll say what happened without you asking.”

“you didn’t actually give him a black eye did you-”

“if he did then that can easily be taken care of…” y/n commented while watching jongho roll his eyes.

“yeah i did-”

“no he didn’t.” wooyoung butted in, it sounded like he was munching on something. “it was the other way around-”

san chuckled, shaking his head at his friend's bickering. he realized y/n’s earpiece was successfully connected when he saw the older grin. 

“i bet they both have a black eye.” y/n nodded to himself.

jongho rose a brow, a grin prominent on his features. “and how much are we betting?”

y/n hummed, “thirty bucks.”

“i wanna bet too~,” san grinned, “let’s check it out then. can i move now?”

“hmm...i’d say no but you probably wouldn’t really listen to me so... as long as you don’t make sharp movements.” 

san cheered, extending his free arm to get help in getting off the cot. “let’s go then!”

“hello?” 

“mrs. l/n! how are you? it’s heeseung...lim heeseung.”

the woman on the other end of the phone gasped in what sounded like happiness, “heeseung! It’s been a while since i last heard of you, is something wrong?”

the nurse leaned back into his couch, “well i called to ask if you've seen y/n…”

“i see...well we haven’t heard of him for quite some time now. we thought it was because of work you know? but you two are close aren’t you, i assumed you would know about his whereabouts”

heeseung sighs softly, “well we were close before we broke up...i called because he hasn’t appeared at work for almost two weeks now. everyone knows y/n is a workaholic so it’s rare for him to miss days. and i wanted to ask if i can go to the police and file a report.”

“have you checked his apartment? you do know where he lives right?”

“i do...”

“well if he isn’t there then yes, go to the police station. please let us know if you find anything!”

“of course, thank you.” heeseung smiled painfully to himself, bidding farewell to y/n’s mother before hanging up. soon after he turned off his phone and sighed, he really hopes y/n is at his apartment and only took a vacation.

y/n couldn’t help but bust out laughing when the three of them walked inside the kitchen. wooyoung did indeed have a black eye and so did yeosang. 

"darn it." jongho huffed as y/n ended up winning the bet.

seonghwa stood there confused, spatula in hand as he's setting out their plates for dinner.  "and what's this about?" 

san grinned, "we made a bet to see if yeosang and wooyoung gave each other a black eye or not. and luckily y/n ended up winning." 

"would that be called a doctors intuition?" yeosang rose a brow while glaring at the plates seonghwa handed him. 

"good question." y/n chuckled while walking up to the second oldest. "need help?" 

"oh, yeah, thanks." seonghwa smiled while gesturing to the drinks. "set them on the table, everyone will serve their own drinks."

"got it. oh, and after dinner, i'll need you two to come with me so we can take care of those shiners." 

“yeah yeah...”

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