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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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also i'm sorry i forgot to specify it but a scenario!! so, i'll do it again 😹 is it okay to req scenario + enemies to lovers + pocky game + mitsuya. like the game started bc of a dare SKDJDHFJRK OK THAT'S ALL SORRY I JUST WOKE UP

—mitsuya takashi // enemies to lovers // pocky game

☆ ˎˊ˗ HI MEI !!! ik u left tumblr but this combo was so cute !! if u see this i hope you are doing well :))) i kind of didnt follow the combo but i think it turned out alright !! i hope everyone enjoys ! xoxo

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“(y/n), i dare you to do the pocky game with the president!”

pausing your work, you took a moment to process what you’d just heard; there was absolutely no way you heard that correctly, right? you blinked, eyes flicking around the other various club members who had also stopped their work, instead looking up to stare at the girl who had burst into the classroom.

it seemed like she had been running, her breaths coming out in hot puffs as she looked at you with an excited look on her face. there’s no way she was actually serious, right?!

“...huh? what’re you talking about…?” you asked, frowning a bit at her strange request. “you do realize that you’re thirty minutes late to club, right? where’ve you been?”

yasuda marched into the room, walking right up to you and planting her hands on your shoulders. she was beginning to startle you a bit, though you had to admit that the excited sparkle in her eyes intrigued you; surely, she had a reasonable explanation for this, right?

“(y/n), listen!” she leaned down to match your height in your chair, cupping her hand to the side of her mouth to prevent anybody from hearing her as she started to whisper in your ear, “i just heard something crazy from hayashi-kun!”

“oh…okay? what is it?” you asked, albeit a bit hesitant. “you’re acting really strange.”

“he told me that the president has a crush on you!”

“...excuse me?”

“yeah!” she leaned back, awaiting a response from you. “isn’t that amazing?! you should go talk to him!”

you merely sighed, shaking your head and going back to working on your project. as you pulled your needle in and out of the fabric, you pondered for a moment, wondering where such a ridiculous idea even came from.

“yasuda-chan, there’s no way that’s possible. i’ve literally declared war on him because of how evenly matched we are in sewing. i’m not going to embarrass myself just because hayashi-kun thinks he knows everything! you should know better than to trust everything he says.” you chided.

all yasuda did was roll her eyes, her lips curled into a smug smirk.

“now that he told me, i totally see the chemistry between you two! and, since i dared you, you have to do it!!”

“we aren’t even playing truth or dare right now, what?”

“you know, just let me-” yasuda snatched your needlework project from your hands, “-handle this! i’m a matchmaker, and you two are perfect!” when you tried to retrieve it, she slipped out of your grasp, already running away and out of the classroom.

“you’re a highschool student, not a matchmaker?!” you yelled after her. she was long gone at that point, and now that she had taken your project with her, you were stuck.

you sat back down, sighing as you slumped down in your chair. you had absolutely no idea what she had been talking about, but now that she had gotten the idea in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. mitsuya? likes you? there was absolutely no way it was possible. after all, you had told him that you two were rivals, (you were only 50 percent serious about that) so why would he like you?

it wasn’t exactly like you were against the idea of him liking you; it was quite the opposite, in fact. you’d always thought that mitsuya was one of the kindest boys you’d ever met, and he was certainly easy on the eyes, (there had been more than one time when you’d caught yourself staring at him).

you weren’t about to get any hope over something like this though; there was absolutely no way.

not more than five minutes had passed before the door slammed open again, although this time yasuda wasn’t alone. along with her was a very confused looking mitsuya, who was currently being shushed in response to his inquiries as to what was happening.

“(y/n), c’mere!” you glanced around, wondering how exactly you were supposed to be acting in this situation. all the other club members just shrugged at you, going back to their own project. it made you want to sigh again, but you didn’t, instead getting up and reluctantly walking over.

i guess i can kiss my peaceful afternoon goodbye…please come back another day.

“yo…” you greeted, trying your best to shy away from yasuda. of course, it was to no avail, since you were immediately dragged into the hallway, the door shutting behind you as you nearly lost your balance from her surprising strength.

from seemingly nowhere, a pair of hands steadied your frame, holding you firmly by your shoulders to keep you from falling. when you looked up, you were met with mitsuya’s familiar gaze, his lilac gaze laced with concern.

“hey, you alright?”

of course it’s him. why would it be anybody else?

“yeah, thanks…” you mumbled, taking a step away from him, leaving a healthy amount of space between the two of you. “yasuda, what is this about-?”

“okay, here!” the girl damn near hurled an object at you, with you barely being able to catch it. “bye!” without another word, she immediately zoomed off, leaving you with a box of pocky in your hands and a very confused mitsuya.

he laughed a bit out of shock, which made you laugh a bit too; seriously, this was one of the most random situations you've ever found yourself in.

“so, do you know what’s going on?” mitsuya asked, his face a mix of amusement and confusion. “yasuda-san just mentioned your name then dragged me over here. is something wrong?”

“well, not exactly…there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, i think…” you explained, shaking your head. “yasuda’s got it in her head that you have a crush on me, or something like that. she said she heard it from hayashi-kun, so she burst in all like ‘i dare you to play the pocky game with the president’ and stuff, and that’s really all…i know…yeah…” your words tapered off as you talked, watching how mitsuya’s ears and cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink.

once you stopped talking, mitsuya’s eyes wandered to the side, his ears progressively turning a deeper shade of pink as you stared at him. he chuckled a bit, one of his hands moving behind his neck to fiddle with his hair.

“i guess i’m caught.” he admitted. “peh-yan can’t keep a secret to save his life, so i knew i would be outed sooner or later. jus’ didn’t expect this soon. ‘m not really prepared…” he muttered, seeming a bit annoyed. “i was planning to have this be a little bit more gentlemanly, but-”

“wait, you…you like me?” you interrupted, pointing to yourself. mitsuya subtly raised a brow at you, seeming confused at your question.

“didn’t i just admit to it?”

“i know, but…i just, i thought that she was being crazy or something! i always thought that there was no way…” when you realized what you had just admitted, you immediately tried to backtrack. “i-i mean! uh, not that you’re terrible, actually, you’re the opposite of terrible, i just meant that i…i…”

“can i?” mitsuya suddenly asked, gesturing to the pocky box in your hands.

“huh? uh, yeah…” you murmured, holding it out to him. the embarrassment flooding your body now was unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before; why were you bumbling like a complete fool?!

you watched as mitsuya opened the box, ripping open the wrapping and plucking one of the chocolate sticks out. he held it between his fingers for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something before walking a bit closer to you.

“just let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”

“o-okay…what’re you-?” mitsuya slipped the pocky stick between your lips, essentially cutting your words off. he waited for a moment, seemingly waiting for any sort of response as he looked at you. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears at this point; you’ve never had someone look at you with such intense eyes before.

when you didn’t seem to be rejecting anything, mitsuya moved just a bit closer, one of his hands moving to hover near your jaw. he paused for a moment, waiting before he did anything. when you didn’t move away from his touch, you finally felt his hand move under your chin, gently moving your head to tilt up.

without any more hesitance, he bit down on the end of the pocky stick, eyes locked on yours. on one hand, you wanted to look away from embarrassment, but on the other hand, you were anticipating and watching his every move, not wanting to look away even for a moment. his lazy lilac eyes were burning with so many different emotions, and you wanted to see all of them.

slowly, he took another bite, and then another, starting to move closer and closer to you as he kept biting down on the pocky stick. before you knew it, the two of you were face to face, and you knew that if he took one more bite that the two of you would-

a crunch! interrupted your thoughts, and just a moment later you felt velvety soft lips, pressing gently against your own lips. the taste of chocolate briefly filled your senses, and all you could think and feel was mitsuya.

and then it was over, the boy pulling away gently and giving a small smile. despite how cool and calm he seemed to be, you could tell that he was also nervous and excited from the flush across his cheeks.

“does that answer your question?”

“huh? what?” mitsuya chuckled a bit at your confusion; in your defense, you were still delirious from kissing him.

“remember? you asked if i was sure i liked you.”

“oh…” you mumbled, recalling that you did in fact ask that. “i, uh…i am definitely not convinced…you should try and convince me.” you tried to say calmly, (you definitely did not say it calmly).

“hah, i have to finish my tutoring session, but i’ll pick you up after club is out, okay?” he asked, seeming amused at your lame attempt to get another kiss out of him.

mitsuya seemed like he was about to leave, taking a few steps away and giving you a smile, but he stopped, backtracking to you.

“just to give you a little more convincing…” he murmured. before you could ask him what he was talking about, one of his hands slipped behind your head, gently pushing you forward a bit as he leaned down, lips carefully pressing against your forehead. he stayed there for a moment before he leaned back, giving you a warm smile. “i’ll see you in a bit, (y/n).”

“oh, okay…”

“bye.” he chuckled, seeming to be amused by your shell-shocked state.

“bye bye…” you waved as he walked away, his first few steps being backwards to keep facing you before he turned around, jogging down the hall and eventually out of sight.

as you kept standing in the hallway, you brushed your fingers against your lips, feeling like they were tingling and on fire at the same time. the taste of chocolate lingered on them, making you remember mitsuya.

wow…

almost as if you were possessed, you slowly walked back to the club classroom, sliding the door open. what you weren’t expecting was for almost all the home ec’s club members to be pressed against the door, falling back when you opened it. without any words, you all stared at each other for a moment in shock. in an instant, they were all scrambling up from the floor, scurrying back to their places as you continued to stand there, your jaw hanging open.

oh my god.

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milkywaygg · 5 months

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Confidential Affairs Chapter 10

Cosma interpretation belongs to @eripops. Ik there's a lot of chapters in this but I swear things will hit the fan soon lol. Might be posted later tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Month 5

Weeks had passed and Euphemia’s lie had gotten unnoticed. Despite her parents constantly trying to set dates with random business partners and having to come up with crazy excuses not to go, Euphemia was at least thankful that they’d start sending her money to help with rent once more. Because of them, they were able to shop around for baby clothes and had the ability to pay for a wedding cake tasting, where Jules basically inhaled all the samples, even from flavors she knew he didn’t like. She also got a kick out of his indecisiveness; battling between chocolate and vanilla before going with two halves with each flavor, alongside buying a pack of red velvet cupcakes for Jules to pig out on.

Meanwhile, Jules had finally reached the point where his baby bump was completely out in the open, his shirts barely able to still cover it. Throughout the days, Euphemia had also noticed Jules’ movement was slower and was now having trouble with simple things such as reaching for a cup from their cabinet, or bending over to pick something up. Occasionally, she even had to bridal carry him up and down the stairs, not that she minded. She smiled lovingly at him as she did so, imagining herself carrying him all the way down the aisle to the limo that said “Just Married” on the back.

Despite loving the fact that he needed more attention, Euphemia couldn’t help but worry as she watched his wobble around, barely able to move like he used to, She thought about his job and how he and his unborn would potentially have to stand on his feet for 8 hours, bending and hurting his back as he crafted beautiful bouquets for people who treat him like absolute garbage and having to stress out about multiple orders from people too lazy to grow their own flowers. Deciding to take a break from her secret job searching, Euphemia turned off her computer and left the room, taking a seat on the couch to watch TV as she waited for Jules to get home from work.

“Oh? Euphemia! I’m surprised you’re home.”, Jules’ voice suddenly made an entrance through the room, alongside the sound of a closed door, “You usually don’t get home until late.”

“Meh..they let me go early. We uh…ended up having some technical difficulties with the servers. Plus..we were slow.”, Euphemia said, kissing Jules’ cheek, before noticing his tired, and somewhat sad face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Bad day.”

“The worst.”, Jules sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to his fiance, “A lot of the customers today were just…so rude for no reason…I-my mind has been so scrambled lately trying to take care of this baby and planning our wedding, I-I’ve been messing up on taking orders and preparing them. I’ve lost count of how many times I had apologized to them, and a few of them even complained about me to my supervisor. Calling me stupid…useless…”

“Oh hell no…”

“That’s not even the worst of it!”, Jules sighed, wiping small tears off his cheeks, “She came back.”

“She? What are you-oh…you mean that bitch back from when I visited you at work?”

“Yes..I was barely able to block her wand spells. I think if I had just been a little bit bigger, then she’d probably have gotten me.”

Euphemia shook as she listened to Jules vent, her magical cores boiling and her blood fuming. If only she knew where she lived. Euphemia wanted no more than to turn Karen into a toad and keep her like that for the rest of her life. She knew her magic was powerful enough. Unlike most fairies, her transforming spells were permanent to her victims, regardless if their fagiggly gland was perfect or not. She remembers the time she had to turn one of her bullies into a fly in high school, not for pounding her or shoving her in the locker, but for smacking Jules’ behind in a flirty way. If only she could have been there for him now..

“Well..maybe it’s time.”, Euphemia started, “I’ve been thinking, you’re on your 5th month now, and..I think it’s time you talked to your boss about taking paternity leave, or quitting.”

“Quit my job? Why?”

“I can’t help but think about our baby, and lately, you just look like you’ve been struggling a lot.”

“Not more than I had normally been.”

“Well sweetie..it’s not just that.”, Euphemia started, massaging Jules’ somewhat tense shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about after the baby is born, and I just can’t help but wonder if you would want to become a house husband. You know, so you can take care of the baby while I’m working.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but you know, I’ve worked there for 5 years now, and I absolutely love doing it. It would hurt having to leave.”

“You have your flowers in your garden to still tend to. Plus, would you rather spend a bunch of money having a stranger taking care of your little baby rather than doing it yourself for free?”

“I guess when you put it that way..”, Jules thought.

“And it really wouldn’t make sense for me to quit because, no offense sweetheart, but I do bring in more cash than you.”

“Well..”, Jules pondered for a moment. He had loved tending to his flowers and watching fairies fall in love over red roses every day since he had started his job. He loved watching women present the roses to their husband and getting some rather passionate kisses in return. He event had the pleasure of watching a proposal right in front of the counter; his co-workers yelping and cheering for the eloped couple. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved working at the flower shop and no amount of Karens or rude customers could level out the love flowing through the air.

But the more Euphemia tried to explain to him, the more he couldn’t help but agree with her. Of course, leaving the flower shop would hurt, but his parents had often taught him that no family could be healthy or strong without a few sacrifices here and there, and knowing how much Euphemia had sacrificed since he had told her about his pregnancy, Jules felt as if it was his time to return the favor.

“Well…if this it what you want.”, Jules said, smiling softly but sadly as Euphemia returned the look, stroking his seaweed colored hair.

“Trust me. I only want what’s best for you and our little one. Just let me handle everything on the finance end from now on. Until this wedding and baby comes, I want you to take it easy for a little while. Just do whatever household chores you can without hurting yourself and you’ll be doing more than your share.”

“Well..I…ok but, you know I can still help out, right? I mean,I’m not THAT big yet.”

“Sweetheart, just do this for me. Please?” Euphemia begged as she squeezed Jules’ hand, before earning a nod, kissing his lips passionately before snuggling up against him, “You know I love you right?”

“Of course. I love you too, hunny bunny.”

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #fanfic #au

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delicatedandelion · 2 years

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I have been feeling like absolute crap ngl. Mostly because depression has been hitting harder and harder and my family is just asfhdjafdlmafdlab.

I finished my exams home cause my dad was like “oh why stay at uni’s dorms when you can finish up home since they are online” which fair point cause -> no useless money spendings in a pretty expensive city like the one my Uni is.

Now that I came home I feel like a burden constantly cause it’s like he LOOKS annoyed with my existence here. He wanted me to apply for my driver’s license but I didn’t because well…depresso. So if I wouldn’t have failed and taken the test, I would’ve probably had another meltdown and take the car and crash by impulse. Getting very CONSCIOUS about that thing, I decided not to apply

My relatives raised my anxiety levels to the moon. I’m 21 and next year finishing my Master’s and my fam acts like I am 40 living out of my dad’s salary in the house basement. I started getting a lot of white hairs cause of the stress and anxiety they are causing -besides ofc the way it affects my sleep and everything else- but at least I’m blond now so not as easily noticeable as before lmao. And like…I tried to find jobs but it’s a lil hard when it takes you 6h just to convince yourself to get out of bed to brush your teeth 😅 but ig those are just excuses so yeah…it’s fine and it’s my fault and like…ik that but do they really have to remind me daily tho…? Haha…

I wanted to quit smoking cause like…I’m stressed and anxious enough but with how it’s been going? Honestly cigs pretty much the only ones to keep me sane. And it’s either those or sh so yeah. I literally don’t have any other coping mechanisms. Except for maybe alcohol but I’m not going back to my teens nah ah. So probs will go this friday and buy some cigs

I either don’t eat or b/p or just eat a lot. But I have 0 energy to move whatsoever. And I mean…I actually tried. I put on my workout clothes and that in itself felt like it needed a 12h nap afterwards. I tried to workout but I end up either collapsing on the mat or just unable to move cause my body refuses and my brain dissociates. I feel drained of energy for any task mostly. I’m also afraid my fam will end up doing something stupid and take my books or something because honestly reading or mindless tiktok scrolling have been the only thing I am able to do lately. (1) to stay away and out of people’s business cause if I just don’t talk or do anything they won’t be mad at me and tell me cruel things on and on and (2) I won’t mess anything up like I usually do haha. They keep telling me how annoying I am basically and how I ‘need to be shaken up cause you live in another reality!!!’ and that I’m nothing and will do nothing and am too spoiled and don’t have any idea what life is and stuff like that and I think it’s a bit hypocritical to be told that from them who like…go on vacations abroad when they get bored or feel ‘under the weather’ 😅

I kinda gave up ngl. Just existing, sit there and smile and try to stay away, say the right things and one day…yeah

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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vignettes from a simple and good life ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: a year in review.

tag(s): fluff ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, kinda bad but i tried LOL ; wc: 1.3k

a/n: happy birthday to @bbytetsu ! ik i said i wouldn’t write anything but i’m a woman of my own word. also sorry this isn’t geto LOL. anyway this is kinda different from anything i’ve ever done but i hope you like it! love u

he walks past you and suddenly the world’s aflame.

“um,” you stutter, turning around with wide eyes. “excuse me?”

cool grey irises hold your gaze expectantly.

he’s gorgeous.

“i–” you falter. there’s no way you can describe the feeling that made you turn around. the gravitational pull that sometimes occurs between strangers. perhaps the clever tugging of two red strings. separate melodies that converge at whim on a concord. it’s all so abstract, but that’s what you’re good at.

to your surprise, he just smiles. “same.”

learning miya osamu is like learning to whistle: either you get it or you don’t.

you get it.

you get that he’s not at all the serious, stony-faced man he makes himself out as. that he’s hot-headed and petty but doesn’t want to be. that just because he’s not laughing doesn’t mean he’s not amused.

miya osamu is the dead of night and all the mischief that happens during it.

seven a.m. is too early. osamu isn’t sure how he used to get up even earlier for morning practice, but then he remembers that that was when he loved volleyball. either way, it’s seven a.m. and for some god-forsaken reason, miya osamu is going on a hike.

(god-forsaken is a bit dramatic. it’s not all that bad – he’s just grumpy in the morning. actually, to think of it, it’s not bad at all…)

“one cappuccino," he tells the barista. and then his eyes widen. smiling, he adds, “and a matcha latte, please.”

it dawns upon you in the passenger seat of his car.

“what?” he asks, feeling your eyes on him as he drives.

“… nothing.”

“tell me,” he laughs, squeezing your hand with his free one.

“later,” you promise, feeling giddy with realization.

osamu hums, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

the light from his laptop illuminates osamu’s darkened bedroom, bathing both of you in a subtle blue glow. osamu looks down at your body tucked into his side and smiles. he whispers your name. “are you awake?”

there’s no reply – just the steady stream of your shallow breaths.

maybe you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the middle of your movie night but now that you have, osamu doesn’t have the heart to wake you. it’s late, it’s still a little cold outside at night, and it’s not like you’re busy tomorrow morning…

and maybe he doesn’t want you to go. carefully, osamu shifts around to make you both comfortable, slings an arm over your waist, and closes his eyes.

you wake up to the smell of breakfast and the swingy tune of twenties jazz.

how do you know it’s love?

you tell him that he feels like a soft blanket and a rollercoaster ride at the same time.

he laughs and grabs your hand, placing it on his chest right where his heart is.

“that’s how i know,” he says.

when you step into his apartment, the first thing you notice is the mouthwatering scent floating out of the kitchen.

“babe?” you call out.

a muffled “kitchen!” reaches your ears.

the kitchen’s a mess of ingredients. and in the middle of the mess is your boyfriend. lo and behold, miya osamu is yet again experimenting with new recipes for onigiri miya, mixing potential fillings in a large metal bowl, wearing the “kiss the chef” apron you bought him a while back. he takes a bite of the stuff on his spoon and looks up at the ceiling in thought. not a single muscle in his face twitches, probably because he isn’t sure what to think of it.

you clear your throat. “hey, you.”

smiling, osamu spins around. “hi, angel. can you taste this and tell me whatcha think?” he spoons out some more of the mixture in the bowl, holding it out for you to try.

“sure,” you say, and you ignore the spoon, pressing your lips to osamu’s for a kiss instead. when you pull away, you lick your lips and hum. “needs more salt.”

the grin on his face is absolutely charmed. “i thought so, too.”

what most people get wrong about miya osamu is that he doesn’t talk much.

he does.

(“and i told her she had the wrong place, but that woman just wouldn’t leave,” he complains, pacing around your living room with so much force that you think you might have to check on the rug once he’s gone. “held up the entire line, too. so embarrassin’. and then she said she’d leave us a one-star review, which is ridiculous because it’s not like i could make her a burrito, right? jesus. so i told her to go fu–”

“babe,” you laugh, pulling him gently towards the sofa.

osamu sits down beside you and inhales deeply. “so i tell her to go fuck herself–” he pauses when your hand runs through his jet black hair. seconds later, you feel his firm body melt against your arms.

“well, go on,” you say with a giggle. “what happened after?”)

osamu just doesn’t talk to most people.

and when he isn’t talking, he’s thinking.

“i saw something funny earlier. if you were a tortured poet,” you ask on the walk home, “what would be the cringey quote people know you for?”

osamu raises his brows and looks up at the sky. “hmm,” he says, grinning. the two of you continue walking as he mulls over your question. a few minutes later, he says, “take not my silence for a lack of thought. i am always thinking. i am haunted by the magnitude of thoughts i can never put to spoken word.”

you stop in your tracks. “that was actually good,” you say in disbelief. “what the hell? ‘magnitude’? seriously?”

he shrugs and slings an arm over your shoulder. “i’ve been readin’ lately. forbes said somethin’ about good leaders readin’ books’.”

“are you actually haunted, though? ‘cause you can always tal–”

“no,” osamu laughs. “i like my thoughts. and if i really like ‘em, i just say ‘em. it’s a simple and good life.”

10.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, pressing kisses up your neck.

the air’s thick with tension and want and he needs to be closer – he needs every inch of your bare skin touching his and even then that wouldn’t be close enough.

but it’d be a great place to start.

“god, you’re so beautiful.”

11.

when he steps into your bedroom, you don't even notice.

“hey,” osamu says, knocking on the door.

jumping in your seat, you whip your head around to face the intruder. “you scared me,” you sigh.

“i texted you this morning and it’s almost midnight now,” he says, frowning. “had me worried.” osamu walks to your desk and observes your work over your shoulder.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, tilting your head back against his chest. “this is due soon and i lost track of time. i’ve been at this since midnight last night.”

osamu’s frown deepens. “what?” he spins you around in your chair and studies your face with disbelief. but seeing the bags under your eyes and frazzled hair, he suddenly completely believes you. of course you’d procrastinate for days and then work yourself to the bone.

his firm hands find your shoulders and squeeze. “take a break.”

“‘samu–”

“or at least let me give you a little massage.”

12.

“when i stopped you in the street,” you say, “what was going through your mind?”

osamu laughs, the light sound melting into the mellow atmosphere of the restaurant. “nothing. absolutely nothing.”

“how romantic.”

“for the first time in my life,” he says, grey eyes twinkling, “my head went silent.”

he raises his glass of wine and takes a sip.

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu scenarios #osamu x reader #miya osamu fluff

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kunimikat · 3 years

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hi! i'm having a hard time mentally lately and i recently found out that i kind of erm,,,,, when my mental health is really bad my brain is like "no!😀" and skyrockets me into absolute baby mode and just want cuddles and love and i feel really lonely and don't talk a lot. bokuto is my comfort character so if you woudlnt mind could you do some headcanons or whatever you want- about him helping? feel free to ignore this i know it's a bit strange💔 but i thought i'd throw it out there :) 💞

I really hope it gets better for you, I hope my shitty HCs somehow makes your day a little better. Lots of love 🥺🤲❤️oh and this might’ve come off more angsty but I promise I put fluff at the end. And listen to this while reading cause it just makes this- 💔🦟🦗🦟🦗❤️

Requests are open! And if you have requests like this I’m happy to do them :)

Also proof read but still might be mistakes.sorry, there might be some triggering things in here, but there is nothing crazy so I think it’s ok 🧍

Before you guys even got together he’d always check up on you.

To the point were he subconsciously did it anywhere, and anytime

He’d give you small owl knickknacks or a snack before school started, or when it ended. Making sure you ate something that day.

Or he’d just try to make you laugh as much as he could during then

But sometimes he’d drop everything, and just give you a tight hug. Anywhere, no matter who it was in front of. Holding you close to him, not saying anything but you could hear him tripping over the words he wanted to say but just couldn’t.

He could tell it was a bad day where you’d come in and just sit on the benches or bleachers with both in mind but staring at the bright fluorescent gym lights. Where you’d just zone out mid-conversation and look at your feet or phone in disinterest. When you’d throw in a sarcastic self-deprecation joke when someone would ask if you’re ok.

Or when you’d have days where you’d stay up studying, doing your homework, and not sleeping for who knows how long when you come in with the energy drink in hand. Or the days when you’d get nothing done, and just sleep everything away and just deal with it the next day.

It didn’t take a therapist or a mastermind to tell you weren’t ok.

The nervous tics, the small lip bites, the impulsive “Let’s do something and think about consequences later!”

Bokuto knew he was just like the latter but at least it wasn’t all the time, so when he saw his bestfriend and crush slowly killing themselves mentally (and maybe physically, he was hoping not), yet cracking jokes about it the next second. All he wanted to do was run in and kiss you until all you felt was loved.

He just wanted to see you happy again

He felt like fainting everytime he saw you giggle or laugh at his antics(knowing Bokuto that has probably happened)

Or when you and Ahgkaaashi would hang out with him at the Owl section of the Zoo and pick out your favorite ones

When you two would try cooking some dish either of you couldn even try pronouncing and it ending in a mess. One he didn’t mind cleaning up when he got to talk to you throughout the whole time.

The times you’d have to turn in your work a little late because you were helping Bokuto cope after losing a game, which he felt bad about but you brushed it off with a genuine smile saying “I can’t leave poor Akaashi with Bokuemo for the rest of the week can I?” “H-Hey!”

When you and Bokuto would hang out in the bird themed cafe on the end of the street from school. And just be yourselves without having to impress anyone.

How you excuse yourself from the group of people you barely knew the names of, to go cry in the bathroom then come back as if nothing happened.

Times where you both forget your in highschool with insecurities, voice cracks, stress, and having to make a decision regarding the rest of your life by the end of it. And just laying in some random parking lot, staring into the blaring street lamp light and the stars behind it.

Bokuto loved it when you didn’t use the jokes to cover up how you felt. Or how you jumped to another subject when he would ask. When you tell him everything you’re feeling.,

The confusion, the way you didn’t know why your mind worked the way it did and why you felt horrible all of a sudden but fine the next.

You wanted it to stop, to have an explanation for the way you think and why. Yet now you’re telling no one, and clearly holding it in. Bokuto was now watching you letyour emotions eat you alive from the inside out.

He just wanted the you he knew. The you that he had so many fun memories with. Not the forced persona you played when you needed a cover up for how you truly felt.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to confess but it was getting all too much for Bokuto to watch,

Bokuto’s tears were streaming down his face as he had you held out in front of him. His body was trembling and his grasp was so shaky it was easy to break away. But you knew you could ever do that to him, or yourself. He clenched his jaw , not being able to lock eyes with you, a painful tug at his heart everytime he locked eyes with your hopeless look. You felt tears brimming your eyes yet you didn’t even know why he sat you down here. But you felt it was your fault, so immediately you let out a ‘Sorry-‘

Instead of an answer Bokuto pulled you toward him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You let out a choked noise as surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Why...why’re you saying sorry Y/N? I should be saying sorry for not helping you, I-“

Bokuto lost his breath for a second as a silent sob wracked his body, bringing you closer to him. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you could barely feel them as they became a stream.

“Y/N, I love you, I love you so, so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you could come talk to me, I-I’m not the the best therapist but,-“

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you back out to look at you directly. You squeezed his arm that was holding you, reassuring him you felt the same way, but also to go on. Puffy eyes and a tear stained face looked at you sternly. “Please, please don’t keep these feelings to yourself Y/N. It hurts, it hurts me so much when I see you like this. Especially since you feel like you can’t come to me. I-, I-“

Bokuto bit his lip, clenching his eyes tight, forcing the tears that were already threatening to fall out. “I don’t want to see you like this. I love you, I love you.”The only thing lacing his tone is the sincerity in it.

He says it again to make sure you understood every word that came from him. But he didn’t need to. His grip so tight on your arms it almost hurt. But in a way, you didn’t mind it as it showed you how much more serious this was to him.

“You have me, Kaashi, the team, and honestly anyone! We all love you and what you have to say!”

You both give small shaky laughs, despite the situation, the tension slowly melting. He wipes the tears that were flowing down your cheeks, kissing each one after he did. You held each one of his hand. Squeezing them to give yourself courage, and to know this was all too real.

“Bokuto...I’m so sorry to you and everyone else. I- I locked myself away because I thought I would be bothering you and everyone and could just get over it then push the feelings down. But now seeing you...seeing you so much...pain, someone I love hurt because of me. I...I really realize how I was affecting everyone.”

Bokuto tried denying but you shook your head, your eyes that were looking down were now up at him.

“I’ve come to reality especially after seeing you like this Bo, I love you too, and I want to make it up to you this whole week! No, month...year? Whatever. I’ll be better for our future. And you know what, why don’t I help you with that math homework so we’re both gonna get better at something by the end of the week!”

Laugher filled the once cold room with a feeling of warmth that you couldn’t explain. Bokuto leaned in and gave a small peck. You were about to give a small hum in happiness. Until he pulled far back away from you in panic.

“I-Is something wrong Bo? Does my breath stink-“

“N-NONONO NOTHING LIKE THAT. ITS JUST...I just kissed you without asking...a-and I read in a magazine you’re supposed to do that or your crush won’t like you back!”

Silence.

But you interrupted it with your laughter, holding onto to one of his shoulders to not fall over. He had a confused look on his face as he fidgeted, not knowing what to do. “Y-Y/N! What?”

“You’re so stupid Bo,”

And like that you pulled him into a kiss, one he quickly melted into. He made a small surprised noise, but that was the only noise of complaint. The kiss turned into Bokuto giving you pecks all over your face. A giddy feeling in your stomach with each one. Between the kisses you say “Y’know I’m surprised you decided to sit down and read a magazine without testing on the real deal.” His face has a small flush, instead of saying anything he just kisses you aggressively all over, causing you to reel back and laugh harder. He pulls away from the assault and grabs your hand. He leads you over to the couch and hugs you as you both flop onto the couch. You looked at him confused, “Bo?”

But he just turned the TV on, clicked through the channels, until he found one he liked. He looked over at you excitedly, “Let’s cuddle and watch the movie I was talking about last week!”

The genuine excitement in his voice was all it took to have you wrapped around his finger. So now it was getting late and you were falling asleep to Bokuto gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. And his faint smell of cologne luring you to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if this is on the shorter side, but I tried packing as much emotion as I could into it to make up. I hope you enjoyed this, cause I added a few of my little issues into it so I hope you don’t mind. (Also along with some people ik) I really hope it gets better for you, hopefully by now even though this came out late (sorry really busy this month for some reason🧍) if you need anyone to talk to I’m always open to hear❤️..

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rintoorus · 3 years

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VALENTINE’S DAY WITH THEM—

ft. iwaizumi h. + miya a. + kita s. + suna r.

warnings: not proofread but besides that none that ik of

author’s note: very cliché sorry not sorry, also wishing i was their valentine dhmu ☹️☹️☹️, also i was imagining their 3rd year selves while writing so do what you want w that info lol,, i don’t think it’s major tho

—IWAIZUMI

+ ok ok he’s not super big on valentine’s day and lowk thinks it’s pointless

+ bc why does is this day more significant than the rest????

+ again, he’s not a fan of the holiday, but after he overhears you talking to oikawa about how you were excited to be able to have a valentine this year, how could he not want to do everything he could to make it special???

+ whatever iwa does, he puts a lot of effort and consideration into

+ including volleyball and DEFINITELY your relationship

+ so it takes a little while for him to decide on what to do, wanting it to be perfect for you

+ aaaand the day arrives, he had told you the night before to be ready by 6pm, not telling you what to expect

+ he picks you up at 6

+ he greets you with a smile, a kiss on the forehead, and a “happy valentine’s day baby”

+ you give him the gift you made for him and he absolutely loves it <3

+ okay now you guys are driving, you’re still in the dark about the evening’s plans

+ you’re both in the car, catching up on the day’s events while the songs on your guys’ playlist play in the background at a lowish volume

+ you both now arrive at your destination!

+ it’s your favorite café, a small family owned one, and it’s also where you and hajime went on your first date

+ he rented the entire place out as a favor from the owners

+ the place was slightly redecorated to fit the night—it was intimate and inviting

+ you both take your seats, to find the food is already served and iwa had cooked your favorite meal to perfection

+ this man gives off chef level cooking skills to me idk

+ dinner was perfect, filled with reminiscent conversation, laughter, and adoration

+ a romantic night overall and you ended the night watching romance movies back at his place

+ he is a huge romantic you cannot change my mind

—ATSUMU

+ this man is a huge softie okay? okay.

+ very much likes the idea valentine’s day bc it’s another excuse to shower you with affection

+ he wants to make sure you know he loves you a lot

+ he doesn’t do anything too flashy or extravagant

+ despite the attention he gets from being this famous setter, and his outgoing extravagant personality, he likes the relaxed and lowkey dynamic of your relationship

+ not to mention he’s been really busy with practice and you your studies so

+ so you both opt for a cozy night in!

+ he stops by your place with a shit load of snacks, plus onigiri that he asked osamu to teach him how to make

+ and you guys catch up your favorite show to watch together

+ you ended up getting a bit bored and decided to bake and decorate a cake together halfway thru

+ after you’re done, not even 5 minutes after finishing it, this mf starts eating it

+ he also gives you a necklace with his name on it bc YES PLEASE

—KITA

+ will definitely want to do something for you

+ you’ve been especially stressed with school and responsibilities lately

+ he’ll do anything he can to help, and figures he can make the day special and take your mind off of it and spend quality time together

+ the day is sunny and the perfect weather for an intimate picnic at the park

+ there’s not a lot of other people there, a few people strolling around but besides that, just the two of you

+ this man went alllll out

+ those pretty tiktok picnics? yeah that.

+ i’m thinking he has your favorite flowers laid out in the middle, homemade onigiri, a small cake that’s your favorite flavor, you get it

+ “happy valentine’s day my love”

+ you guys spend your date people watching and spending quality time together

—SUNA

+ he’s kinda known for making sure to capture the moment right

+ so obviously he has a ton of pictures of the two of you

+ all saved in a special album

+ so he printed a shit ton out!!! and put it all into a scrapbook of your memories and dates

+ he made sure it was pretty and looked nice

+ spent a LOT of time on it too

+ each page had pictures of either you both on dates or at school or at home

+ also filled with little momentos like the movie ticket from your first date (yes he took you to the movies)

+ this boy really put his mf soul into it LMAO

+ so the day comes and you guys are at his place

+ some music in the background bc he cannot do without it

+ you two preferred lowkey things when it came to events like this so you were more than happy just spending time with him and cuddling

+ but then he says “hold on babe” and gets up to grab a neatly wrapped square shaped item

+ he hands it to you and it’s not small so you’re like??? what’s this???

+ “just open it”

+ so you do

+ and there’s a big picture on the cover of the two of you, you remember it’s from the day he first said i love you

+ i am a sentimental whore i’m sorry

+ and i think he is too 🤚🤚🤚

+ you could tell he put a lot of love into this gift so you just get soft and you’re like ... rin .... wtf .... crying but not ....

+ and then he jokes around and tells you to shut up and stop being soft

+ but he lowkey loves it

+ so he pulls you in for a hug and you guys spend a large chunk of the evening going thru the pages and reminiscing

end notes lol: ok kita’s is rlly short i’m sorry i blanked KITA I STILL LOVE U ☹️☹️ and thank you for reading <3

—rintoorus

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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Miyuki x reader who is a martial artist and has a problem about motivating herself? Like she wants to stop training and just live a life where she can just slack but he encourages her not to stop? thank youuu 😄

ah. ik those ones, maybe not with martial arts but with everything else. but as long as we all survive the day, i think that’s what matters the most. im so proud of you guys <3 anyways, here you go !

warnings: slight angst if you squint super hard

miyuki kazuya x reader

back on your feet, right by your side

you didn’t know what it was; fatigue? lack of motivation? just a bad day? you just weren’t feeling it lately with the sport you loved the most. you’ve already skipped multiple practices, making excuses every single time until you ran out, and now you’re dragging your feet to the door in a slump. when you opened your door, miyuki was already standing there, preparing to knock.

“what’s up with you?” he eyed, scanning your figure. “you look like a zombie.”

you scrunched your face at him and sighed, closing the door behind you. “i really don’t wanna go to practice.”

“but haven’t you skipped already?” he asked, “what’s wrong?”

you shrugged, dragging your feet across the pavement, as if you were forcing some life into your bones. “i just want to stay home and do absolutely nothing. i want to eat, watch my shows, sleep and repeat. i want to be a complete bum. i don’t have that motivation anymore.”

because although you really did love martial arts, your body has completely worn out.

miyuki chuckled softly at your complains, shaking his head. “don’t be silly, y/n. you can’t stop even if you tried.”

“but it’s true! i just want to laze around. i’m so tired, and it’s just getting harder and harder to even show up.” you frowned. you dropped your bags and fell into your hands, signing over and over again like a broken record player. “maybe i should just quit.”

in mere seconds, miyuki’s face came close to yours which made you take a step back out of surprise. his face was serious, his eyes dark and his expression in concentration. you stared at him for a bit, waiting for some sort of joke he was going to poke at you, but all that came was his pursed lips.

“is that really what you want to do?”

the air was tense; maybe telling your boyfriend how unmotivated you were was a mistake— your passion for martial arts could not live up to his passion for baseball, and so what if he thought you were pathetic? stupid? or childish?

deep down you knew you wanted to continue, you really did, but you just couldn’t push yourself. you avoided miyuki’s gaze and looked down, feeling ashamed. suddenly, a weight was placed on your head, ruffling your hair a bit too hard.

“kazuya, that hurts!” you hiss, grabbing his wrist. he smirked as you looked into his eyes, “finally got you to look.”

he continued, “take a couple days off, maybe even a couple months. but don’t you dare quit on it, unless you really don’t want to continue. i’ll support you in whatever you do, but i’m not letting you give up just because you’re ‘not feeling it.’” he pulled you into a hug, not caring who passed by and stared. “even when it’s hard to keep going, i promise i’ll stay by your side to help you.”

you softly teared up in his sweater, your body finally relaxing into his touch. you were just so thankful that he understood you the most. because the truth is, not only was he your life, but martial arts was something that meant a lot to you too. as long as he was beside you, you weren’t going to quit on anything.

“fine, you win this time, kazuya.”

i hope this was okay for you love! if you ever feel in a slump, take some time off then get back on your feet! <3 at your own pace

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

#diamond no ace #daiya no ace #diamond no ace x reader #daiya no a act ii #ace of diamond #daiya x reader #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #kazuya miyuki x reader #kazuya miyuki #kominato haruichi #sawamura eijun #daiyadaily #kuramochi youichi #i love him #seido

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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congrats you angel, you deserve all the love and praise for your writing bc holy shit you’re so talented!!! for the soulmate au celebration, i’m thinking either javi or jack (your choice bc i can’t choose) with the soulmate goose of enforcement au 💕 ik it’s a bizarre au but the potential for chaos is insane 😂 anyways ily and i hope you’re having a great day honey

...not me, having JUST reread your javi/jack fic, considering both... definitely me

Anyway, thank you, jj, you absolute gem of a human. I swear I had to turn up the fan reading this I got so flustered. I hope you have a great day too! And I hope you enjoy- I had to do a little research, and made it shorter than I wanted to, so hopefully it fills your chaos cup still! (You'll understand, and hopefully forgive my delay when you see what's under the cut :) )

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: strong language, lil angst with happy endings all around. mild menace meeting menace shenanigans

Okay this is written as pt 1 Jav, pt 1 Jack, pt 2 Jav, pt 2 Jack, bonus pt 3. If you’re only in it for one of the boys, it makes reading a bit weird, but I liked the format for the whole thing. Sorry!

Javier wanted to hit it with a bat. Or a car. Or anything. All that mattered is that maybe then it would leave him the fuck alone. Of all the stupid, infuriating, ridiculous guides the universe could have given him to find his other half, he was sure this was the worst. Rumor was, he couldn't even kill it if he tried.

It's not that he didn't want to find his soulmate, but he... well, he didn't want to find his soulmate.

There were all sorts of excuses to spout - work, obviously a priority, inconvenience, not wanting to give up his way of life. Not to mention following a damn goose was an impossible task, plus the fact that the stupid thing didn't even like him.

It would appear seemingly at random, honking insistently or flapping erratically, and then be gone before anyone else could bat an eye. To say that he had become increasingly irritated would have been a huge understatement.

The truth of it was that Javier was afraid. No one in the world liked to feel like they were being controlled. People liked to know what was going on, and this just didn't fit the bill. He didn't like that he didn't know you, couldn't be chosen, by you.

His life was already complicated enough - messy enough - that a soulmate would only make it worse. He had made it this long, this far without needing one, so he was fine without, thank you very much. Even to himself, his lie sounded okay.

It was hard to face, the idea that there was someone out there, a relationship that he couldn't have control over. And someone who would love him unconditionally? Terrifying.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to do nothing, because it seemed like every direction he turned there was a goose from hell wreaking havoc on his life.

They had reached an impasse - glowering at each other as it had planted itself in front of his door. Little feet pacing angrily, unreasonably long neck, all of it was just begging to be kicked. Except, for all he was a seasoned DEA agent, Javier was almost afraid the thing could go a few rounds with him. Feet shuffling uneasily, his hand twitched for his gun, even though he knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t shoot.

It was stupid to have a staring contest with a goose. And even more stupid that the goose won .

Javier turned away, spitting spanish curses in a stream that would make his mama smack him. Maybe it wasn't too late to find a hookup he could use to crash, he was thinking, and that thought was apparently the final straw. The goose reappeared in front of him.

Hissing.

More curses, a quick turn on his heel. This time, it didn't move in front of him, it left a sharp peck on his calf, before dodging his kick.

It was herding him, against his will, to you.

When he saw the goose, Jack thought he was delirious. The Statesman lab must've screwed something up because he'd seen that horrible, wonderful, stupid goose once before, in another life.

And he never, ever thought he'd see it again.

He did a lot of thinking, that night and the next day and the next. Strangely, he did a lot of feeling, too, noticing how light his shoulders felt, how kind the ache on his heart had become. He visited their grave, pressed his forehead to the headstone, and breathed some deep breaths.

And when he saw the goose again, he lassoed it.

It wouldn't have died even if it was powered up, but he didn't take the chance, determination and longing filling his being like blood, pumping through his heart to each and every part of him.

Miracle of miracles, it let him, with all the glare a bird could give. Knees only making small pops, Jack settled on his heels, looking at it sternly.

"Can you take me to them?"

The expression on it's tiny, smug face didn't change, but it also didn't disappear to free itself, so he waited.

And he waited. And waited. And eventually, watching it with half an eye, he grabbed a doughnut and offered it to the stupid soulmate goose god.

It considered the doughnut, pecked it as Jack yanked his fingers out of reach, and apparently accepted. After it was finished, it began to tug him along, waddling on its makeshift leash as Jack's heart leapt into his throat. He grabbed the bag of doughnuts and his hat before getting dragged along, to you.

At his very core, Javier was a man driven by his personal sense of justice. Being herded by an immortal goose of mischief was unfair, it made no sense that he had to find you, somehow needed more, and wasn't allowed to choose. It pecked and honked and bullied him all the way to a crowded bar, which was a perfect example.

Just as he was thinking, trying to convince himself he would've come here on his own, it disappeared again and he sighed.

He needed a drink. And, he needed to make some of his own goddamn decisions. Defiance and determination, he told himself. Not stubbornness. There was nothing to prove, it was just defiance and determination, to take his fate into his own hands and make his own choices. And if he was going to do that, he wanted to look for someone who wasn't an informant or a one night stand. His gut was looking for someone he could pull to his side and to show the universe that the goose was right to give up on him.

You were a perfect fit. Slightly disgruntled for whatever reason, even through the crowd he could see the faint, telltale wrinkles of someone just as... determined as he was. Shoulders held the same defiance he was so proud of, and he would be lying if he wasn't physically drawn to you as well. The inconsistent lighting could make anyone look good if you wanted it enough, but you... were something else.

There was a line of pink neon reflection from the top of your ear, across your cheekbone, and just grazing the line of your upper lip as you looked thoughtfully at something he couldn't see. Javier thought he wouldn't mind tracing that path with his fingers, and then maybe his own mouth, and his feet were already carrying him to you to look for an open door. The rest of your form came into view, and Javier noticed the bass of the music was turned up a little bit more than necessary- he could feel it thumping in his bones.

Talking to you went smoother than maybe it ever had before. You seemed resigned, at first, which was a reaction that caught him off guard, and that combined with the weariness of his week, making him unusually candid. In turn, you opened up to him like a flower turning towards the sun, fun and thoughtful and refreshing.

He liked the way you laughed when his lines came out a little awkwardly - open and appreciative, and it made his chest puff out a little. He liked the way you spoke, too. There was kindness and romance in your soul, just whispering at the edges of the words, and while he didn’t pick up on that, per se, they made him feel special, handsome, worthy, but also trusted and comfortable and safe. Neither of you noticed at first, that you had shuffled into a quiet corner of the bar, that his body had moved close, a gentle shield boxing the two of you into your own little world.

When the question came - what brought you here, anyway? - he found himself answering honestly about half being led by his guide, then wanting to make his own path. His confidence faltered at your quiet laugh. His heart ached. A glance at the clock told him it had been two hours since he'd found you, and already he wanted to... choose you. To have you choose him.

He felt stupid that he had confessed so soon, but...

Oh, you were kissing him. There were hands shooting off sparks into his soul against his chest and his jaw and you were kissing him. Javier kissed you back.

When you pulled away, his mouth chased yours, not ready to give up the contact so soon, but you stopped him, laughing again.

"I have a confession," you whispered, and he paused.

“My guide led me here, too. I thought when it gave up on me when I saw you,” your next kiss was more chaste, “I think we got tricked.” Noticing he liked the feel of you in his arms, even if he didn’t remember pulling you there, he tightened his hold.

Javier felt light, understanding your laughter, and blissfully unafraid. “No,” he said, knowing already you’d understand him.

“I chose you.”

Jack was running out of doughnuts. It was easier, safer to have the dumb bird half hog-tied, but he still didn’t feel any closer to you, just halfway across town. He dug in his boots and sunk onto a bench, yanking the goose to a stop, too annoyed to beg for a break.

He wasn’t giving up and running away, absolutely not, he was just... running out of options. Or, doughnuts. And breath. If this pace kept up, he wouldn’t be able to tell you all the things he had planned out in his head.

Eyelids closing against the southern sun, he let out a long, slow sigh. His heart was still racing, and he wondered if he was really as ready as he wanted to be, to meet his next soulmate. A sturdier inhale grounded him. He was ready, he knew he was. Whoever you were, you had to have the patience of a saint - it would be alright, he just needed a breath. The ground under his boots was sturdy, the breeze over his skin cooling, and the goose was mercifully quiet.

“That’s one strange lookin dog you have there, cowboy,” The voice was teasing, but not malicious, and he grinned, eyes still closed.

“She’s a purebred,” he replied, and he heard a huff of laughter like the first few notes of music. Waiting for your footsteps to carry you away, he savored the moment, feeling silly as he hoped his soulmate would like to laugh as much as he did.

There was a weight on the other side of the bench, and he wondered at it, as you said, “Want to talk about it?” His smile was softer, this time, intrigued by the moment, but not wanting to be tempted into flirting, not when his soulmate was on the horizon.

“Nothin to tell,” he replied, feeling suddenly strange. Jack opened his eyes, looking at the rope in his hands, feeling the fibers run through his fingers. “Just a free range chicken... taking a break from tryin to chase down my second soulmate.” He winced, definitely not wanting to look at you, after the second had slipped out.

It wasn’t judging, though, the voice that said, “You seem like you want to talk about it.”

For once in his life, Jack didn’t know what to say, slipping off his hat to run his fingers through his hair before replacing it. He heard your half-laugh again, and it felt refreshing, like sweet tea on a southern summer day.

“Okay,” you said, and he heard amusement this time, like you had something to say, some thought you were chewing on.

Then, there was that terrible honk of the goose, not from his feet, but from where, assumedly, you were. Snapping his gaze to the other side of his bench, he saw a sight for sore eyes, half backlit, glowing like something he never thought he’d see.

There was an indignant goose in a cage at your ankles, now making grumbling bird noises in indignant conversation with the one at the end of his lasso.

“I thought you were never gonna look at me,” Your arm was across the back of the bench as you grinned at dynamite smile at him.

Jack returned it, feeling bashful and eager, dropping the rope to grab your closest hand.

“I promise I aint making that mistake again, sugar.”

bonus ending:

Jack was clinging to your hand, grinning like a fool as you introduced yourselves, when another movement caught his eye. There was a man, walking up behind you, a resigned look on his face. Whiskey’s hackles should have been all the way up, yanking you into his arms at the way this man was approaching you, but instead he was dumbfounded for the second time that day.

He was backlit, too, with shoulders that carried as much weight as the man in his mirror every morning, and he could see the shape of a gun as he knelt next to his soulmate. The stranger’s eyes when they looked at you... were as adoring as he was sure his must have been, a moment before, and he was familiar with you, like you’d known each other before now. Jack wanted to swallow, but his heart felt like it was in his throat, beating like he’d gone a round with a bull at the rodeo.

“This is probably a lot,” Javier said, taking you other hand and quirking an eyebrow. The geese made some loud, obnoxious noises and he looked at them appreciatively. “I wish I had thought of that,” he gestured at the lasso, and you smiled at him.

“This is Javier,” you said, and you let go of them both to stand up and brush yourself off. Warm hands and strong grips were exchanged, and you watched them curiously as they shook, murmuring names and titles again. They were sizing each other up, certainly, but you felt a rush of relief as you saw a familiar spark of attraction in Javi’s eyes.

“You got any more surprises for us, then?” you looked up at the cowboy, confused, only to realize he wasn’t talking to you. The goose in your cage was free halfway down the walk, the one in the lasso hissed. The poor man had been an RV in an earthquake and come out the other side overwhelmed and happy, of all things, but there wasn’t much more he could handle. To your surprise, he grabbed a crumbled paper bag and tossed the contents to the bird, before it gave a final honk, and waddled after it’s friend.

“I guess that’s a no,” you said, suddenly shy at the fullness in your heart.

“That’s alright,” Jack picked up his lasso, before looking at you and Javier, his eyes happy, and glinting with something stronger. “I think this is more than enough.”

And you agreed.

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years

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hello!! can i request a giyuu x reader soulmate au with the red string? maybe after they find each other giyuu avoids the reader and then the reader confronts him about it and turns out he’s afraid to get attached and lose them (like with his sister and sabito)

I did change the request a bit to pack in that extra angst but I must say (Ik I say this a lot but I mean it), this has been my favorite request/piece thus far. There is more I’d like to add but I’ll save it for the end, so please enjoy ~Amanda

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Swearing

“Promise”

(Longest one yet with 2k+ words)

The little red string that connected you to your soulmate has always laid limp, even when you were a little kid and had first noticed it. They said this happened when your soulmate was far from you and the closer you two got, the tighter it pulled until disappearing the first time you and your soulmate touched.

You found the idea of soulmates fascinating, it was amazing that something only you could see fated you to another. As you grew older and entered the corps, you never felt any pull from your string. Once while at the demon slayer HQ, you’d felt the faintest tug on your pinky where the string was wrapped. You’d been so happy to finally feel anything from them, but almost as quickly as you felt it, it was gone.

After that day, you were determined to find your soulmate because, finally, they weren’t so out of reach. You constantly joined group missions in an attempt to find them and when you weren’t on a mission, you lurked around headquarters hoping to feel anything.

You tried for a year straight and nothing happened. Any time you felt a tug on your finger, you quickly followed in that direction, only to have the feeling disappear. You were so close to giving up because it was beginning to feel pointless, really there are thousands of slayers, how could you find just one? That was, of course, until you met him when you were least expecting it.

Your years of service had allowed you to climb the ranks fairly quickly, so as a Tsuchinoto, you’d been assigned to captain a team of slayers on a mission. The mission had been brutal; you’d lost several members of your team in the fight against a high level demon, almost losing your life in the process. You’d managed to kill the demon of course, but the casualties were too high for you to feel like it had been a successful mission.

Despite having only been in recovery for two days, you insisted you attended the Hashira meeting you’d been invited too. Oyakata-sama had asked that you relay the details of your mission to the other hashiras because he believed there was some connection to finding kibutsuji. As you left, you ignored the protest of those taking care of you because if this was important enough to have all the Hashira’s present, there was not way you were letting some stupid injuries stop you from going.

It was exhausting to move but you still held your head up high. The closer you grew to where the meeting was being held, the more butterflies erupted in your stomach. It wasn't because you were about to be in the presence of the most powerful demon slayers (although that was nerve racking), but because with every step you took the string on your pinky grew tighter and tighter.

Upon arrival, you tried to unsteadily bow to your superiors but Shinobu quickly forbade it along with any other unnecessary movement, insisting you sit. “Thank you for your concern Shinobu-san, but I must refuse. It would be disrespectful to sit, beside these wounds don’t bother me” your explanation impressed the Hashira’s, even though it was easy to see that your injured leg and bandaged body were causing you pain and discomfort.

Your eyes followed the string that was pulling so tightly at your hand that you needed to force it to stay by your side, landing on the figure kneeling furthest from you. Giyuu, the water Hashira, sat facing away from you, staring at the floor. “That's strange, doesn’t he feel his pinky being pulled? Can’t he see how our strings are connected” you didn’t allow your thoughts to distract you though, you were here for a reason.

You carefully explained every detail from the mission, answering every question that was thrown your way; you were honestly impressed with how calm you were despite your situation. After the meeting finished, Shinobu requested (demanded really since she wouldn’t accept no as an answer) to walk you back to the estate. “Please give me a moment, I need to speak with Giyuu-san” you told Shinobu, who reluctantly allowed you to walk to him.

You reached him just as he was turning to leave, your string pulling so hard it was getting harder to keep your hand in place. You smiled, “excuse me” you called sweetly, eager to talk to him. Your enthusiasm faded though, as his cold eyes turned to meet yours. He looked almost upset to be talking to you, you gulped before continuing “I think we’re soulmates” your voice sounded so small under his intense gaze.

The remaining Hashira’s watched as the tension surrounding you two began to thicken. “I know” his words were so simple, yet so empty. You didn’t get the chance to respond to him before he continued, “Are we done here? I have no intention of getting to know you, you’d only get in my way”. Every word that slipped past his lips buried themselves deep into your heart, chipping away until it cracked in half.

He turned away without another word from either of you, you watched as his form grew smaller in the distance till it was gone. With each step he took, the string that was once pulled so tauntly, loosened little by little, till it sadly hung on the floor. The room was cold and quiet, no one really knowing what to do as they stared at your slouched body.

“I can’t let them see me like this, I’ll just have to wait till I’m alone”

You turned to face those behind you, feeling embarrassed as they watched with sorry eyes. You cleared your throat trying desperately to erase any sadness from your voice as you spoke “Shinobu-san, I’m ready to go now”, you bore a sad smile and lifeless eyes as you two walked away.

“Well that was a fucking wreck” Sanemi commented making the others hum in agreement.

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Weeks passed while you were still recovering at the Butterfly Estate. You’d been completely drained of life since Giyuu bluntly rejected you as his soulmate, feeling completely numb from any of the pain your treatment may have caused. You were miserable and anyone who saw you knew it; you never smiled, you barely spoke or ate, and your eyes were void of any life. Everyone tried to make you feel better, but nothing worked.

Shinobu (who had taken a liking to you) was desperate almost to make you feel better, she feared that if you didn’t cheer up soon, there’d be no bringing you back from the darkness that was drowning you. She’d seen something in you, an incredible potential that was too good to be wasted because of Giyuu’s insensitivity. She left to give him a piece of her mind, you at least deserved an explanation.

She found him training, swinging his sword in various directions. “Giyuu-san you’ve really outdone yourself this time, haven’t you. This is why you have no friends you know.” Shinobu’s tone was friendly, but her words were bitter. Normally, her words would have made Giyuu feel bad, but right now, he couldn’t feel any worse than he already did.

Giyuu actually wanted to be with you, you were soulmates afterall, but he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk losing someone else he loved, his heart couldn’t take it. Truth be told, he didn’t think his plan through, he didn’t take into account how it could affect you.”Shinobu-san please, not now” his response was so out of character that Shinobu was thrown off, she’d come to reprimand him but there was no need apparently. She sighed, “I don't know what you’re doing, but she’s heartbroken and barely eating. She could die if this continues” she walked away after that, she didn’t need a response because she knew what she’d done.

Shinobu had sort of stretched the truth, but for a good reason. She’d never admit it, but she knew Giyuu was a good guy, so the prospect of his destined love dying because of something he’d done would drive him mad. She was right of course; after a night of restless sleep, Giyuu set off to find you at the Butterfly Estate hoping you’d accept his apology.

“(Y/n)-san congratulations! You’ve completely recovered and are ready to head on your next mission, something simple to start no doubt.” Aoi cheered you on. You simply hummed with empty eyes as you finished getting dressed. “Thank you” you muttered, bowing your head as a sign of gratitude. You moved towards the door, failing to notice the strong pull of the string wrapped around you pinky until it was too late. The door pulled open just to find Giyuu standing there staring at you regrettably.

“Excuse me” your voice sounded foreign to his ears; those had been the exact words you said to him when you two met, yet the life and enthusiasm had been sucked away. He winced, realizing he was the one to take those away from you.

“No” his voice was deep and absolute. You didn’t move, didn’t blink, because you knew it was meaningless, so you just stood there staring back at him. “I’m sorry” he started awkwardly, he’s never been a man of many words but if it meant not losing you, he’d suck it up.

“I was selfish and avoided you for my own personal reasons. I didn’t want to let you into my life and have you taken away like the others I’ve loved” he sincerely spoke, trying his hardest to get you to listen. You’re breath hitched as he continued, “I’m an awful person for what I’ve done to you, but please, consider letting me into your life because there’s nowhere else I’d like to be” his words were genuine. You didn’t know when you’d started crying, but you had, and now your tears slid down your face in huge drops; all your bottled emotions rising to the surface and overflowing.

Giyuu wanted to wipe your tears away, but he didn’t want to touch you univinted. Your voice was heavy and choppy from the sobs you let out as you cried.”I forgive you Giyuu, but I need time”. You would never shove him away, but you couldn’t accept him back so quickly, these last few weeks had been a living hell and that wasn’t something you could just forget.

You composed yourself as best as you could, even though your voice was still shaky, you’d stopped crying. “Giyuu I’m leaving on a mission for a few days, that will be enough time for me to sort everything out, but you are forgiven”. Giyuu watched as you raised you pinky, the one that had the string wrapped around it, just like his.

“Giyuu I need you to make a promise to me first. Promise that no matter how it may seem, you’ll have faith in me. I don’t know what happened in your past, and I hope you’ll tell me one day, but I’m not going to leave you so easily. Promise that you won’t shut me out like this again and that you’ll be honest with me about your feelings as best as you can. And Finally,” you paused as you formed the faintest smile, “promise to never break my heart like this again”

Giyuu was stunned, you’d forgiven him and he was more grateful than words could explain. His mouth quivered as a small smile crept its way onto his face. His pinky, the one with the other end of the sting, wrapped around yours reassuringly. You two watch as the red string, the one that has tied you both together your whole lives faded away.

“I promise”

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Ahh this request made me feel all kinds of ways, but I’m so glad that I’ve written it. It made me feel so many emotions, so thank you for giving me the privilege of writing it. This is also the longest fic I’ve written on this blog so yay! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, if you did I’d appreciate it if you read my other work. Thank you ~Amanda

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu #kny giyuu #giyuu x reader

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beecherdrysdale · 3 years

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Hiii how are you ? I fell down the stairs today and cried for a minute straight #hormones. Dw I have a high pain tolerance but I just started sobbing lol. It happens. LONG post ahead, I kinda went off hehe.

Anyways let’s get started!! Yes quinton gets to be upfront because he would probably feel so uncomfortable(no offence) with all the sexual tension going on there if dyl or jamie were in the front hehe. But yes they would be bitchy about who gets to sit upfront “ no Jamie it’s mine turn to sit with Brigid” “ no it’s my turn dylan you just sat with her” so brigid would get fed up and banishes them to the back hehe. Lmao Brigid can we listen to Katy perry now? The silence!! And then no can we listen to Lady Gaga?. Quinton trying not to lose it in the front seat. If I had to chose tho I would chose lady gaga:) wbu?

Get ready to be beat! Yes Ryan is absolutely not sitting upfront w me! We would be crazy and I wanna win so. Quinner is sitting up front w me but he decided to be .... and I’m banish him to the back. Braden is the most chill so he’s sitting upfront and giving me directions!! Haha dyl yelling at you to drive faster, but no I will beat both hehe;). Kesh who’s sitting up front w you? Would Kirby be handsy😏?. We would have to make so many stops lol. Like it’s just nostalgic for us, but new for you so it would be fun to make pit stops. and we would just be taking so many Instagram photos as a group and w our boys and together ! We love that ! “Wait wait wait Lexi pull over, I remember this place I wanna take photos” lol this is bad hehe.

Lmao yes, your hair would be so tangled!! They would be panicking a bit because they’re like omg she’s gonna be so mad.... honestly Ryan would just take the photo and then post it but then Dylan would repost it and then Jamie and then me lol. Honestly I kinda love when people just take videos of being in the car w like the scenery showing, but this would include us laughing and listening to music! I hope they makes sense. Hehe Ryan or Dylan would probably take photos of Braden, cozzy and devon sleeping and would post it. Back to the hair: hehe yes I can see you giving them a death glare when you realize and your getting mad and would hide. I’m just imagining this in my head, like me pulling over and you running out of the car and quinton and devon fixing your hair lol. Somebody would be filming this no doubt.

Music wise, yes I love blasting music and people looking but it’s kinda a flex when they see who we are with.... I like rap too! What song do u like Brigid?. Country will be played and 2000’s which is fun! I’m good with anything !. Kesh I love hype up songs as well and bass heavy songs because they sound good on speakers hehe. I’ve been into Rihanna for the past week and I was working out to her music- where have you been, rude boy, bitch better have my money lol, pon de replay hit different but also S&M for some sexiness. Lmao sorry I’m just listing Rihanna songs that I love atm. What are your fav songs right now? Awww dancing on the side of the road is so soft, but everybody needs a dance break! Cozzy, Devon and Braden are some how still passed out, I admire that. Late night drives🥺 are we spicing this up 😏.

Hehe you and devon are swamped w emails and more and you’re like kirby can you please go w them we need somebody to watch them. Als yes quinton go take those hot photos . I admire Dylan’s sleep schedule, like good job on catching up on sleep. Kirbys just trying to sweet talk you and kiss you so that you wouldn’t be mad. All in all, kesh is just shocked like how is that possible? Lmao Brigid, Ryan and I w the shopping cart just stocking up on popcorn, chips m&ms, I love that. Jamie and Dylan are racing each other to see who can grab the most cereal and made sure that they are getting the correct ones for Brigid. Honestly all the boys are just confused about how grocery shopping works hehe. The crackhead energy. Kirby is panicking. We literally bought out all the snacks. Beaver tails are delish and I know where you can get them so 😃. I want to stuff Quinner’s mouth w beaver tails cuz that’s cute:) yes healthy food is a must, like fruits, veggies, rice cakes hehe. But remember that we are going to workout on this vacay hehe. After the grocery store we would go into the mall or something and the boys would just be wanting to buy video games 😂 and ps5’s. Also kesh I love how some of the boys are just trying on clothes. Why do I get a feeling that one of the boys would just be filming all of this?

The chirping will happen nonstop, I’m sorry it’s just to much inspo. Aww yes they are blushing real hard, cuz they like you soooo much. But Brigid is enjoying touching them so no prob.

The boat is a must and it is happening!! Hehe yes the tubing would be chaotic, everybody is just trying to get each other to fall in 😂. Ryan thinks that he’s getting away w pushing me in but SIKE you are coming with me. So then we’re just fighting in the water. Quinner would be like where did they go?. Hehe brigid gets so wrapped up in laughing at us that Braden pushes her in haha. Yes we all look super hot in our bikinis, and the boys are speechless! Like dyl and Jamie are just like wow, she looks so amazing! And Kirby is so in love w you, he’s like I’m the luckiest man ever. I’m still gonna make sure that I wear a non tie bikini so that it doesn’t untie, like one time I was in the boat and my friend pulled on the string and the entire thing untied and I just jumped in the water to retie. That is not happening again lol. Quinner would be mad hehe. Idk I’m seeing Brigid in a black bikini or maybe a dark blue one? It would match your eyes?. Kesh in a red one or yellow and me maybe in a green one or just black lol. Hehe yes kesh and Kirby are just doing cute couple stuff and keeping an eye out but we are to chaotic to maintain .

Hehe yes ig we are clingy but cute drunks but I get kinda wild when I drink so the body shots would def happen. It would be hot tbh. Yes somebody do body shots w Brigid. Dylan would step up first, and he would be enjoying it and then Jamie sees and is like no it’s my turn so he does it and in the end it’s just a competition and you all get drunk hehe. Kesh and Kirby are the parents of the clubbing trip no offence.. like wanna go help cozzy and devon? Hehe lol I could just be dancing w Brigid and the boys would get jealous and one of them would just come up and be like excuse may I cut in, and i would be like tf but then they give me a glare and I go dance sexy with Quinner or crazy w Ryan. Kesh and Kirby should dance at least at one point during this time. We all look hot btw :)

Hehe yay I can be friends w Dylan :) I want that friendship to happen tbh. but he’s getting jealous but I’m like let them have their moment, so I distract him a bit w talking.

Girls day is a must! I wanna hang out w you so badly. Some cute clothing will be bought! Ooo yes us modelling and them being in awe. Oo kesh a different modelling show w the boys 😏. The boys are getting handsy esp Dylan and Jamie hehe. And they are super protective so no other guy at the club gets any ideas. After tho it’s biker shorts, sweat pants and hoodies type of vacay lol .

Thank you for reading ! Hope you enjoy mes chéries💗🌸

yes ok so loooong post ahead people

oof that tough falling down the stairs lol. honestly i’m not doing to great right now bc i did not do as well as i wanted at my meet, so now i’m in a funky headspace. but hopefully answering this ask will help, and i can get my shit together before my events tomorrow (which are actually my important events)

haha yes dyl and jamie would just be arguing like “no it’s my turn to sit in front, no you just did it’s my turn” lmao. and then whenever they’re sitting in the front there’s just too much tension for quinton to deal with lol. so then i feel bad for quinton so i banish the other guys to the back and let him sit in the front hehe. and i’m just ignoring the other guys and refuse to play either of their music and i let quinton pick. and if we purposely pick songs we know the other guys hate, that’s a secret we’ll never tell. oof between those two idk, probably lady gaga, but again we’re not playing music jamie and dyl like lol.

haha no, you get ready to get beat. i’m like an INSANE driver when i want to be. and ofc dylan is just yelling at me “faster brigid, hurry tf up! we have to beat everyone” so then we’re just zooming. but then obviously you’re doing your best to keep up so you have to banish ryan to the back so he doesn’t distract you. and then you let quinner sit up front until he starts getting too handsy bc you’re like no i won’t let myself get distracted. so then braden’s up front giving directions and trying to get you to go faster, but i’m still winning lol. and then kesh is also still in the race, and she and kirby are just chilling in the front bc everyone else’s asleep. ooooh yes making lots of pit stops bc nostalgia for all of you canadians. and then me and kesh are just seeing all the sights for the first time. oooooh yes all the cute insta pics we could take

ooooh yes people taking vids of like the music and scenery would be so cute to post as stories. and ofc all of us laughing and stuff, that would be so cute. anyways yes, my hair would be a hugeeee knot. and i would just give them the death glare, like you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. and jamie and dyl just try to hide from me, like they run away as soon as the car is stopped. and then devon and quinton fix it for me, god bless their souls. like i’m sorry, bc even i wouldn’t want to deal with that. ik how my hair can get. and this would be allllll over everyone’s stories ofc lmao

ok yessss our music game is on point tbh. ok so for rap, the artists i’m really into rn are juice wrld (rip i actually loved him sm), kid laroi (who learned from juice, so he sounds a lot like him), trippie redd, mgk, and nf. also iann dior, but he’s not so much rap as r&b. honestly any of their songs slap. and then ofc country and early 2000′s. and any music with good bass, but i think a lot of the artists i said have that. ooooh yes getting out to have a dance party on the side of the road. hehe it could be really crazy. or alternatively, it could be when you’re out on a late night drive and there’s a slow song on the radio and you guys just get out and slow dance to the song together no this is not at all inspired by the song slow dance in a parking lot anyways yes late night drives are so cute. but then of course they can get spicy 😏 in case you couldn’t tell i’m always down for it to get spicy lmao

haha yes quinton and dylan c. honestly have their priorities straight. and devon and kesh are swamped with director duties, so that leaves kirby in charge. so then ofc when we get home kirbs tries to sweet talk kesh, but she’s just not having it. she’s just like how? anywaysssss at the store we have the most duo of ryan and lexi, plus now i’m added into the mix, and it’s just a mess. like we buy a shit ton of popcorn, pretzels, chips, candy, etc. and we literally bought half the store’s supply of everything lmao. and then dyl and jamie are just in the cereal aisle trying to grab as much cereal as they can. whichever one of them gets we chocolate mini wheats i will love forever. and then kirby’s getting healthy food bc yk he’s trying to be responsible. so then kesh has to explain that his whole job was to make sure everyone else was getting healthy food, not just get it himself lmao. but honestly none of the guys actually know what they’re doing lmao. and then we obviously have to get beaver tails to so lexi and quinner can have a moment, but idk where you get those lol. but yes we will be working out a ton on this vacay, so it’s ok that we have sm junk food lol. and then after we’re done with food, the guys decide to wander the mall and then they just buy a ton of video game and then they’re trying on clothes lol. and yes obvi they’re videoing the whole thing bc they’re secretly middle school girls who want to have a blog lmao

hehe yes me getting chirped the whole trip, esp the boat day. and the guys are getting so embarrassed about it, but i just don’t care lmao. and then the whole boat day is so chaotic obvi. when ryan pushes lexi in, quinner will come back and just be confusion lmao. like where’s lexi. and then i’m dying laughing and then braden sneaks over and pushes me in lol. but yes we all look amazing in our bikinis. like kirby is just so in love with kesh and thinks she looks gorgeous 😍 and then dyl and jamie are just like damn you look hot about me lol bc we’re horny ones on this trip apparently. and i’ll wear a tie-back jolyn bc they actually stay on lol. and then ofc quinner thinks lexi looks super good, but then she tells the story about the last time she wore a tie-back and he’s just like why didn’t you do it again? lmao. ooooh for bikinis i like a black top with a print on the bottoms idk why. and then you guys in whichever color you want. also yes kesh and kirby are trying to be responsible during this, but it’s just not working lol

haha yep i can definitely see you and quinner being wild drunks together (it’s more like when the alcohol is wearing off that you guys get really clingy) so obvi you guys start doing body shots. and ofc it turns into a jamie/dyl competition bc what doesn’t? and then me and lexi are just dancing sexy together, yk like two drunk girls do, and then dyl or jamie tries to come over and cut in and at first you won’t let them but then you finally give in and go dance with quinner instead. and then yeah, no offense kesh and kirby, but y’all are the parents here. like making sure we don’t do anything too too dumb lmao. and also being a wingman for some of the other guys. but you guys def dance together at least a little bit too. and obvi we all look hot

yessss i feel like you and dyl could be super chaotic friends too. so the two of you are just chilling together and then you have to distract him lol, but then after that you have a different chaotic friend for when ryan’s not available lmao

yes yes yes, girl’s day would be so fun. and then we get a ton of cute new clothes so obvi we have to model them. and they’re all just in awe, like those are our girls. but then we also do private modeling shows 😏 and we all know how that ends. and then when we’re in our clubbing clothes obvi they are getting super protective over us bc we look so hot and we’re their girls, so no other guys can get ideas. but then once they’re drunk they’re handsy as hell lol. but then the rest of the vacay ends ups spent in hoodies, sweats, and athletic shorts lol. and obvi some of the guys’ clothes

ughhhh i love this, the whole thing was amazing. 10/10

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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Hi loveee🥰 Mariam is back but this time for the Valentine’s Day special🥺. I’m requesting bakugou and kuroo I hope that’s ok if not just big but anyway. My pronouns are she/her and my favorite candies would be sour patch kids or sweetart ropes. For bakugou, I was wanting #2 and #13 and for Kuroo #11 and #17. I know they don’t really go together but I love how your mind works and Ik no matter what this will be beautiful . Also I hope this isn’t too much and I’m not bombarding you and if I am plsss lmk. And if I don’t say it that day Happy Valentines Day ❤️🧸

hi love!! ahh don’t apologize! im happy to do both☺️ (i can’t say no to kuroo or bakugou hehe) happy Valentine’s Day!! ❤️❤️

(btw for the second one im gonna assume you meant 15 instead of 17 since there were only 15 prompts lol)

(also so so sorry for taking so long!!)

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2.) “would you care to go dancing with me? in the rain?”

13.) “can i do your eyeliner?”

“Now I know why you take forever to get ready. You have like a million products to chose from,” groaned Bakugou as he pointed to your arrangement of makeup on your vanity. You chuckled, picking up your powder brush. You tapped his nose with it.

“It’s fun doing my makeup. You take forever to get ready too.”

“I DO NOT! Look, I’m literally waiting for you dumbass.”

Bakugou sat back down at the stool he had pulled up next to you. You were supposed to be off to the movies for your lowkey Valentine’s Day celebration but it seemed that the two of you would be running a bit late.

Bakugou picked up one of the products from your collection. He read the label reading ‘eyeliner’.

“Let me use that quick,” you said, snatching it from his hands. You did your own eyeliner just as you liked it. It perfectly shaped your eyes. Bakugou loved your eyes.

You peaked over at Bakugou who stared intently at that eyeliner. You chuckled.

“Katsuki.”

“What?”

“Can I do your eyeliner?”

Bakugou let out a scoff then smiled.

“Better not mess it up Mar.”

You smiled. “I won’t.”

You got up from your chair and stood in front of Bakugou. With one hand you held his face still and the other you began to draw a black line onto his eyelid. You attached both lines, one on his top lid and the other on his under eye. You repeated the action onto his other eye.

“Okay all done!”

Bakugou moved towards the mirror. He tried his best not to smile but there was no doubt that Bakugou enjoyed this new look. After all, he looked hot.

“I look better than you,” he smirked. You chuckled.

“Whatever. We can go now,” you said. As you went to grab your bag, the loudest crash of thunder rang. You and Bakugou looked at each other.

“Was it supposed to rain today?” You questioned. Bakugou peaked out the window, now seeing the grey sky and pouring rain.

“Shit I didn’t know it was gonna rain.”

You met Bakugou at the window, looking out to the now almost flooded streets. Bakugou had an idea.

“Alright screw the movies. Would you care to go dancing with me? In the rain?”

You looked a Bakugou. You took a hold of his hand.

“Absolutely I would.”

The two of you ran immediately out into the rain. The second you stepped outside, Bakugou’s hands gripped onto you as he turned and twirled you around. You both laughed as you danced uncoordinatedly in the rain.

“Oh no your eyeliner!” You said. Bakugou chuckled.

“Speak for yourself.”

Both of your faces streamed with the black ink as it melted from the raindrops. You didn’t care though.

“Oh well, guess it gives me an excuse to do it again,” you smiled. Bakugou kissed your cheek.

“I guess so.”

•

11.) “oh no there is only one bed...crazy...”

15.) “i cant believe you haven’t asked me to be your valentine yet.”

“Here is the key to your room,” said the front desk attendant. Kuroo grabbed the keys and thanked them. The two of you began to head up to your room.

“Lucky us to have snatched up the last room in this tiny hotel,” you said. Kuroo nodded.

“Honestly. I was worried we’d have to sleep in the car on Valentine’s Day.”

You and Kuroo were headed back home after your mini Valentine’s Day getaway. You had spent the day in the big city but it got far to late to be traveling so you decided to stop at a hotel just for the night.

Kuroo scanned the keys to enter the small room. Once inside, you looked at the king sized bed before the two of you. Kuroo chuckled nervously.

“Oh no there is only one bed...crazy...”

“Kuroo they said there was only one bed,” you laughed. Kuroo shrugged and jumped onto the bed. You followed along. He pulled you to lay onto his chest.

“Well lucky us,” he smirked.

You ruffled Tetsurou’s black hair through your fingers as he began to trace tiny swirls on your back. You were so tired but Valentine’s Day wasn’t over just yet.

“Did you have a good day Mariam?” asked Kuroo. You sighed dramatically, to tease him.

“Yeah...”

Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just yeah? What’s wrong?”

You looked at Kuroo, trying not to laugh.

“Well...”

“What?!”

“I can’t believe you haven’t asked me to be your valentine yet.”

Kuroo threw his head back onto the hotel pillow. He let out a small laugh.

“I assumed you were. I mean, we are dating.”

“You’ve still gotta ask.”

Kuroo sat up, having you sit in his lap. He literally looked at his watch, seeing that it was still Valentine’s Day.

“Well Mar, will you pretty please be my valentine?”

You pretended to ponder the question, before kissing the top of Kuroo’s nose.

“I would absolutely love to be your valentine Kuroo.”

“Good because I wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

•

valentines for you and you and you!! : CLOSED ❤️

#willow.🌸#valentines for you and you and you!!🌸#valentine’s day event.🌸

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hee-hee-loki · 5 years

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I’ll Guide You

Loki x Reader

A/N: So I was inspired to write this Fic from this post here! I absolutely loved the idea of a Virgin Loki Fic so I absolutely had to write one. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, and Smut!

Tags: @mochiator @yourquirkyminx @cora-notoverloki @bookish-bucky @marvel-fics3000 @madisonlupin

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You moaned softly as Loki sucked on that one sensitive spot on your neck, as your hand entangled into his hair. He softly kissed the spot before lingering back up to your lips, passionately kissing you.

At this point, your painters were probably soaked from how aroused you were at the moment. You needed him in you, and you needed him badly.

You let out a soft whine, as Loki’s lips left yours. You tilted your head in confusion, as he stood up straight and sighed.

“Why’d you stop? Is something wrong?” You asked concerned. Had you done something to upset him?

Loki shook his head, “It’s nothing. I just...I have work to do.” He replied, running a hair through his hair. He shook his head and started to walk the other way.

“Loki wait-“ You said, trying to stop him from leaving, but it was already to late, he was gone.

You let out a sigh of frustration. Even though he was the God of Lies, you could clearly tell that him needing to get work done was just an excuse to get away.

You walked over to your bed, and plopped onto it, thoughts racing through your mind. You decided that when he was done with his ‘work’ that you would try to talk to him and see what the problem was. But for now, taking a nap seemed like a good option, at least to try and get your mind off Loki for a little bit.

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Yawning as you woke up, you felt to strong arms wrapped tightly around you. You softly smiled to yourself as you turned your head slightly looking into Loki’s beautiful green eyes that you loved so much.

“Did you rest well my dove?” He asked softly.

“Mhm...Loki could I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Did you really have work to do? Or was it an excuse?” You asked him, as you squirmed in his arms a bit so you would be face to face with him.

“Pardon?”

“Well, it’s just that you pulled away so suddenly, and it just seemed out of place. I’m not trying to push you to or anything, but do you not want to have sex with me? Did I do something that turned you off?” You asked him, biting your lip softly.

Loki gulped and stayed quiet for a moment. A light, but noticeable blush on his face on his face. He sighed and freed you from his arms as he sat up, and stared down at the bedsheets.

“(Y/N) it’s not you. It’s just that...well,” He let out a nervous chuckle to himself. “I’m a virgin.”

You looked at him, and quickly moved yourself to sit up in front of him.

“That’s what’s gotten you nervous?” You asked him gently pushing a piece of hair behind his ear, so you could see his stunning face. He nodded, looking up into your dazzling (e/c) eyes. You smiled, leaning your lead closer to his, so your forehead rested on his.

“Well, I would be more than honored if you would let me be your first. I promise I’ll guide you through it, so it will be pleasurable for the both of us.” You told him, and a soft smiled spread onto his face.

“I would love that darling.” He said, and you connected the both of your lips into a sweet and gentle kiss. Though it so became more rough and needy as Loki’s hands travelled all over your body, sliding them gently up your shirt, feeling your soft skin.

You pulled back from the kiss for a split second, pulling your shirt up and tossing it aside, as your emerald lace bra was now in sight.

Loki let out a soft moan from the sight, his hands traveling all over the newly exposed skin as he reconnect your lips together. You gently pushed him down so he would be laying on the bed as you hovered over him. Your hands now we’re traveling down to his crotch, where you felt the huge bulge as you started to palm him. He groaned as he moved his hips upward into your palm, begging for more friction.

Breaking the kiss once again, you placed light kisses from his jaw and moved down to his neck. He had already been shirtless to begin with when he had joined you in bed, so that saved you some time as you quickly trailed kisses down his neck. You glanced up at him once you made it to his crotch, asking for permission to continued. He nodded, biting his lip as he watched you with lust ik his eyes.

You smiled, sliding down the pants he had been wearing, his boxers along with it. Your eyes slight widened at his thick and long length of his cock. You quickly got to work, starting off with kitten licks to his rosy pink tip, that had been dripping with precum. He let out a soft moan, wanting more extremely bad. You complied, as you wrapped your mouth around his fully, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you grabbed what you could fit in your mouth in your hands. You started to bob your head as Loki continued to let out moans, which sounded heavenly to your ears.

“O-Oh fuck, (Y/N). Just like that.” He moaned, gripping onto your hair. You quickened your pace, as you watched Loki’s face that was filled with pleasure. You couldn’t help but moan around his cock, as you were extremely aroused yourself.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum-“ Loki groaned loudly before spilling his seed into your mouth, and you swallowed all of it. You removed your mouth from his cock with a ‘pop’ and moved yourself back up so you were face to face with Loki. You placed a couple of light kisses onto his neck as he panted.

After a couple seconds, Loki quickly flipped the two of you over, so he was on top now. He passionately kissed you, as he moved his hands to the back of your bra, managing to unhook it. Tossing that aside, he stared at your breast for a moment, and looked up at you. You smiled taking his hand in yours and placing it onto your breast, guiding him. He inhaled sharply, before he started to rub your breast softly, pinching the nipple a bit as well. He then moved his mouth near your other breast looking up at you making sure he was doing alright. You nodded at him, and he quickly took the nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it.

Your moaned started to increase as he continued his actions, and as he continued to suck on your breast he let his other hand trail down to the waistband of the shirts you had been wearing, and started to slid them off as you arched your back up a bit making it easier for him. He unhooked himself from your nipple and moved downward to your soaking pussy.

He gently slid two of his fingers down your pantries, easily feeling how wet they were.

“Did I do this to you?” He mumbled contently glancing up at you.

You blushed darkly and moaned softly. He grinned as he became more confident in himself. He wasted no time sliding your panties off and began to carefully slide one of his long slender fingers into your pussy. You let out a moan as you gripped onto the sheets. He watched your face, as he pumped his one finger, seeing the pleasure on your face he decided to add a second finger. He started to pump faster, and rubbed your clit with his thumb seeing your pleasure increase by doing that.

“Shit Loki, please, add another. I’m so close!” You moaned out and Loki complied adding another finger, and pumping into you at a rapid paste.

You felt a familiar feeling start to form in you, and your orgasm suddenly washed over you, your legs shaking as Loki continued to pump his fingers into you.

When you came down from you high, Loki moved upwards lining his cock up with you slick pussy. He looked up at you a bit nervously, as he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you when he entered.

You gave him a reassuring smile, “Loki, if anything hurts I’ll stop you right away, okay?” You told him and he nodded, leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before he slowly entered you, and you both moaned in unison.

Loki slowly started to thrust into you leaning down to kiss you again, as you let out soft moans.

“Please Loki, faster!” You moaned to him, now that you were used to his large size.

Loki granted you request as he started to thrust much more quickly into you. His rapid pace was the most amazing feeling in the world, and you had never felt such a great pleasure from any lover you had before. Loki let out some groans and grunts as his thrust became a bit more sloppy.

You let out a loud moan as you came once again around Loki’s thick cock. You could feel him start to twitch inside you, as he moan thrusting hard as he filled you up with his cum.

He slowly pulled out and laid down next to you wrapping his arms around you. His cold body felt refreshing around your extremely hot one.

He nuzzled his face into your neck as you let your eyes flutter shut.

“That was astonishing.” You told him, your voice hoarse from how loud you had been moaning. He gave you a soft kiss on your next and sighed contently.

“Indeed it was. I love you (Y/N).” He said to you, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“I love you too.”

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heyhyunjiin · 5 years

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Demon!Hyunjin AU PT. 3

esketit lol

this part is soooo overdue holy shit lmao. I’m so sorry for keeping you guys waiting. If you see me in real life, you have permission to drop kick my ass. (unless you’re tyler and you’re gonna kiCK MY ASS ANYWAYS NO MATTER WHAT)

so! it has been a couple months now since you and demon!hyunjin are living together. as it turns out, this boy couLD ActuaLLY LEAVE the apartment complex.

you didn’t know he could do that.

you thought demons were meant to stay in one area for eternity to cause spoops but that’s not the case lol.

the way you found out was sorta wild

it was a really cold weekend and snow was decorating the environment outside.

you were on a day off from work and wanted to do a few fun things since free time was rare for your occupation. You had plans on visiting the library, cafe, small shops, and lastly your favorite restaurant for dinner before it was too late in the evening and your powerful roommate would be resting.

oh and you wore a thick black sweater (ik, sounds pretty random but it’s an important detail in the fic!)

the walk to the library was peaceful and nice since it most people were still sleeping and weren’t being rowdy yet.

an old woman bid you a warm welcome softly from her desk. you returned the greeting and began walking through the aisles of books, searching for any that looked interesting.

your eyes were glued to the back cover of a small book, reading the description when someone tapped you gently from behind.

a man who looked to be in his middle 20’s and dressed in a striped long-sleeve shirt with jeans smiled at you and said, “that book’s a good one! i relate to the main character’s father.” he was mere inches from you, being too near than what most would consider appropriate distance for a stranger.

you were like, “(ㆆ_ㆆ) why tf is he standing so close to me,” inside your head. on the outside, you politely smiled and said, “ah! really? I haven’t read this one before.”

he chuckled and paused to admire your face. “Y’know, you’ve got great complexion. i’d love to take a photo of your face for my photography class,” he pointed at his camera bag which loosely hung over his shoulder.

“no thanks, I’m not particularly interested.” you replied, putting the book back in the right place and moved along, having to scoot around the guy since he was sort of blocking your path.

a few minutes went by and no book really caught your interest, but your bladder got the best of you. the librarian said the restroom was just to the left of the biography shelves so you made your way there.

ahhhhhh the restroom was nice and clean so you had no problem setting your phone on the sink as you washed your hands after you had done your business.

the walk to the cafe was short as you hummed the tune to your favorite song.

you took a seat by the window since it had a nice view of the outside. the little bell chimed above the door, signaling that another customer had entered the cafe.

you glanced at them merely- a dude in a green jacket. not deeming them as interesting, you went back to watching the snow fall from the outside.

there was some fog on the glass of the window and suddenly, letters faintly started appearing.

“Be Cautious,” it said.

what the hell :-$

first, you’re living with a demon boy and now you think you’re being surrounded by ghosts.

what good luck you haaaave.

you were obviously still very shook after a minute or so of staring at the words that hadn’t faded away at all.

the employee who softly tapped your shoulder startled you so much, your gasp scared him as well. he had almost spilled your drink on you.

“are you alright, ma’am?” he had asked you.

You: O.O yeah, yeah. just a bit jumpy ahahahaha.

he probably thought you were a bit crazy but nevertheless bid you a good day after giving you your drink.

The warm brew felt nice in such a cold weather.

The town square was as busy as usual: people were scurrying along with their families and loved ones, children were holding colorful animal-shaped balloons, some lovers were fighting while others were doing hefty PDA, loud music blared from all over the place, and overall, the shops surrounding the square were having good sales.

you stopped by a small boutique shop, observing a set of earrings on display when the familiar voice of the man from the library came from the entrance of the store.

you could feel your heart beat quicken and the next thing you did was hide behind a rack of clothes.

“excuse me, did you see a person with this hair color, around this height, with a black sweater on?” he had asked the cashier woman.

a sense of suspicion laced her voice as she replied, “why’re you looking for her?”

he laughed awkwardly, as if the question made him nervous. “she’s my sister and i’ve been looking for her for a while. i lost her in the crowd at the square. mind helping me out?”

you silently crossed your fingers in hopes that the lady wouldn’t say anything.

“oh! since that’s the case, i recall her looking at the jewelry section一” he didn’t even let her finish and just sauntered over in your direction.

“shit. shit. shit.” you were thinking.

the only other way to get out of the store aside from going in the same walk-way as him was to run alongside the aisle of mirrors which would reflect you and alert him that you were leaving.

“fuck it. it’s all i’ve got.” you thought and made a bee-line for the exit as fast as possible.

the square is usually patrolled by policemen but for some freakin’ reason, nONE could be seen when you needed them.

you put on the hood of your sweater and started making your way to the restaurant that you’d planned on having dinner at as briskly as possible.

“early dinner it is then,” you thought to yourself.

TBH you were sorta down bc today was supposed to be relaxing BUT some stupid creep had to ruin it. NOW all you wanted to do was go eat some food, walk home and enjoy the safety of your apartment with your demonic roommate.

the sun was setting and the townsquare was getting less and less busy with people going home or having dinner elsewhere.

a rough grip latched onto your shoulder, and you were forced to turn around, coming face to face with the library creep.

he was scowling and obviously irritated.

“you’re the sneakiest bitch i’ve ever met,” he said through gritted teeth.

you were doing all you could to create some distance between you two.

“fuck off! let me go!” you demanded, trying to shove him away as far as possible but the man didn’t even budge an inch.

“oh, really sweetheart? are you sure you don’t want your phone back first?” he held up the device in his other hand.

you could feel the color draining from your face.

the phone was set on the sink of the bathroom while you were washing your hand and you must have left it in there.

which meant one thing: he had followed you inside the restroom, waited till you left, & took the phone.

for a moment in time, you were completely alone with this poor excuse of a man.

lord knows what could have happened...

your eyes landed on his outfit.

a green jacket concealing a long sleeved striped shirt.

if your eyes could get any wider, they would have.

that green jacket was the same as the one you’d seen at the cafe. it was used to cover up his striped shirt that you would have noticed right away.

this entire time, you were in his sight.

his clutch on your sweater allowed him to haul you to a vacant and dark alleyway.

you kept screaming for help but the loud music of the square drowned out your pleas.

his camera bag was unzipped on the ground of the alley and not a single camera was inside.

in it, there was a pocket knife, rope, tape, and a bottle of pills.

(hold onto your wigs ladies for these next parts :O)

WITHIN A SECOND OR TWO! the man’s grip on you loosened because his body was flung against a wall with such a violent force.

you were confused and still scared as fuck.

he was lost and in pain.

both of you glanced at the entrance of the alley.

to him, there were only people passing by, and nobody appeared to notice the scene.

to you, the shadow of a tall boy stood at the entry point of the alley with glowing eyes. you’d know those crimson orbs anywhere.

(this is basically what you were seeing.)

AAAAAAAAA IT’S YA BOY DEMON!HYUNJIN

a streetlight attached to one of the building walls turned on, illuminating the face of the demon.

his facial expression read anger, irritation, and murder.

he took one step forward:

hyunjin slowly pointed his index finger upward and the body of the creep raised with it in the same pace.

this absolutely scared the crap out of the guy because he couldn’t see who was doing this to him.

his body was probably a good 8 feet above the ground.

“w-what are you doing?” you asked your roommate.

“If this dick is into dangerous situations so badly, i’m gonna put him in one.” hyunjin barked out.

“h-hey! who the hell are you talking to?!” the man frantically asked you.

hyunjin used his other hand to make a choking motion.

the creep suddenly grabbed his throat, feeling it closing up with an invisible power.

hyunjin’s eyes were glowing redder and redder the longer he tortured the man and his scowl grew scarier.

the pocket knife from the camera bag also rose up and stopped a few inches from the man’s forehead.

things were escalating so quickly before anyone could really react.

you ran to hyunjin and clamped your hands onto his arm.

(it wasn’t extremely cold or burning hot as you’d imagined, it felt human-like.)

“stop! you’re gonna kill him!” you pleaded.

a devilish grin (ahahah get it?) was plastered on his face as he said, “that’s the plan.”

“s-sir, please have mercy, wherever you are!” the man coughed out.

whaaaat? he’d heard hyunjin’s voice?

“he…. heard一” you spluttered out before hyunjin interrupted you.

“demons can allow humans hear them if they have enough juice of power. i want this son of a bitch to know that this is his end.” he answered your following question.

“a d-de-mon? oh god, no!” the man shouted.

hyunjin smirked and mocked him, “sorry, but your god isn’t here right now. leave a message after the beep,”

you saw his hands move forward, and the knife did as well but you demanded for him to stop again.

“why should i, huh? he hurt you!” hyunjin was livid at this point.

“i have a little brother, sir! please don’t kill me!” the creep begged.

“well you should’ve thought about him before going after innocent women. remember lee mijung? choi eunbi? or kim seohyeon? those are the women whose lives you’ve fucked up. they’ve got families too. families who will never get the old mijung, eunbi, or seohyeon back after you were done with them.” hyunjin growled.

“how can you know those people?” you asked him.

“we can see in your past memories too. this guy is as sick as perverts get. you would have been victim #8 if i hadn’t done anything.” he answered.

“please! i’ll do anything!” he prayed.

“hyunjin, i know he deserves to be punished but not like this. please. there has to be another way. ” you said.

it took some time but the man finally ended up on the ground with his wrists and legs tied and tape around his mouth.

a swoosh sound came from somewhere and a young boy appeared before you. he had dimples on both cheeks, black hair, doe-like scarlet colored eyes, and wore braces.

hyunjin and the mystery boy did a small handshake and exchanged a few words.

“meet jeongin. he’s a soul collector.” hyunjin introduced the boy who held his hand out.

“a... a what?” you asked as you shook jeongin’s hand.

“a soul collector! i reap souls who do the dirtiest deed on earth and bring them to hell where they will be tormented in the worst ways possible,” jeongin answered and faced the creepy man, “you thought my friend was horrifying? wait till felix and jisung get their claws on you!” he said and winked.

the creep desperately tried to scoot away from the younger boy but failed. they both disappeared in a swoosh.

hyunjin’s eyes met yours and his showed a hint of concern.

“...are you alright? he didn’t hurt you too badly, right?” he asked.

you nodded in reassurance and also asked, “how’d you find me in the first place?”

he answered, “i’d been with you since you’ve left the apartment. who do you think left you the, ‘be cautious,’ message at the coffee place? i knew that guy was no good ever since he spoke to you at the library but i didn’t wanna interfere too much until you absolutely needed me.”

you smacked his shoulder in embarassment and shock, completely forgetting the fact that this kid was a DEMON. “DOES THIS MEAN YOU WENT IN THE BATHROOM WITH ME TOO?!”

the tips of his ears turned pink and he looked like he wanted to knock you out. “WHAT THE FUCK一 NO! i left for a bit while you were in the bathroom which is why i didn’t know he followed you inside or else i would have killed him right there!” hyunjin exclaimed.

“...well… i haven’t had dinner yet. how about we get some takeout and eat at home?” you suggested.

he shrugged and said, “sounds good to me.”

HOLY SHIT OKAY I WASN’T PLANNING ON IT GOING THIS WAY BC I’M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO. IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 4, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

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ashleylikeshorror · 4 years

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Positive by David Wellington: An Honest Review

So, I recently moved and my new place has a bath tub. What does that have to do with this book, you ask? It has nothing to do with the book; I’m just fucking stoked beyond belief that I can go back to reading in a hot, steamy bathtub full of salts and surrounded by candles. The reality of that has less candles and more of my husband barging in to piss, but nonetheless - I’m back to reading in a hot bath. First book I chose due to the recommendation I’d seen on Reddit was David Wellington’s “Positive”.

* * There’s going to be spoilers, so read ahead at your own risk. * *

This novel started off a bit slow then got heated quite quick. What drew me in wasn’t the writing - Lord knows it wasn’t that (I’ll elaborate later) - but how traumatic of an experience we started off with. The complications of this one moment sets the tone for the rest of the novel as well as opens our main character, Finnegan’s, eyes to the reality of the world and just how sheltered he is. However, once our character is “introduced to the world” (as I call it), nothing bad really happens to him. Wellington keeps our character in a nice little protective bubble, safe from harm and repercussions.

Red Kate, our first character introduced to us outside of the friends and family of Finnegan, talks a whole lotta cheesy “I’m a big bad guy” bullshit then runs off. This sets the stage for Adare, the next big bad guy to enter, but we don’t ever get to see WHY he’s bad. We just know he’s a pedophile with a harem of underage girls and he has loads of street cred with the Army and the other looters. No character development here - at all - so these characters are easily forgettable. So forgettable in fact, that the author feels the need to continuously mention them or have them pop up throughout the novel in a “don’t forget about me!” way that reads more “IT WAS ME! DIO!” instead of “Oh no! Not those guys!”

Speaking of character development, there’s only two characters in this novel who actually grow. Kylie and Finnegan’s best friend, Ike. Kylie is an understandably damaged individual when we meet her, and I fucking adore the fact that when the book ends, it ends as realistically as possible with her character by leaving her just as damaged but working through it. As someone with PTSD myself, I know if I was in a novel, I’d be emotionally disengaged in the beginning and just as compromised, but operating with a day-by-day mentality, She is probably the only rational character throughout the entire novel as well, which is supremely disappointing that Wellington doesn’t treat her as such, but rather writes her as a continuous damsel-in-distress type who needs a man to protect her (Adare first then Finnegan). Huge fucking WOMP WOMP that is.

Moving on, but also kind of backtracking: THE PLOT ARMOR IS FUCKING ATROCIOUS. Did Finnegan get stuck on a sign? Goody! One of the more well known, lethal looters wants him as a “son”. The ideal place he was struggling so hard to get to wasn’t as ideal as promised? Don’t worry! One of the major bosses within it takes a general liking to ya, Finn! That and your best friend joined the army and can help ya not fucking starve! Literally every single moment plot armor makes a HUGE presence that is both excruciatingly painful to read as it is dishearteningly predictable.

(Finnegan roaming the world’s post apocalyptic remains)

Even with plot armor aside, David Wellington has succeeding in making the most unlikable main character I’ve ever had the displeasure of following along. 500 plus pages of hard headed, blatantly stupid decisions. Granted, he is extremely ignorant to the ways of the world outside of where he grew up in New York, to just be thrown into the landscape as it is, is both intimidating and confusing. However, just because he has great intentions and is the leading man in our story, we’re supposed to believe that in the span of a year or so (two at the most) that he has become the fucking mayor of a makeshift city? Our character meets some pretty vile people along the way, yet he miraculously is kept alive on their behalf because... I genuinely don’t know why. There’s excuse after excuse, plot armor after plot armor, that keeps our leading ignoramus alive. “Exhausting” doesn’t truly capture the emotion of it all.

The most discouraging thing about this book is absolutely everything about how it was handled. Disregarding Finnegan, Kylie, the zombies, and literally every person and thing else in this book, let’s just discuss how Wellington chose to write this. Why, sir... Why did you decide to write well over 100 chapters consisting of no more than 8 or 10 pages that don’t really say much of anything at all? Let me put it this way: The events in Positive are so rushed that even Gohan couldn’t see what just happened.

Everything is briefly touched on and we’re constantly moving to the next thing with little disregard for what just went down. How the events that transpire in the book are written is more suited for a cheesy teenage drama on CW - not a book. Had Wellington taken his time, not tried so hard to pile up the drama (there's enough drama alone with being in a post apocalyptic environment) on top of drama, and actually invested in his character growing as a person instead of conveniently writing up a miracle solution for everything that happens, this book could have been a great novel.

The premise of him losing his family the way Finn did was great. Finn having to survive in the world on his own, and as someone who's seen as a risk? OK - tell me the deets. Everything else after Finn meeting Adare? If I didn't read this book for free, I'd be taking it back to the store. (Thanks, Scribd!)

Long post short (too late for that, but I digress). this book was a major bummer. I was hyped up for a intense, high-stakes journey involving zombies. In reality, that’s about 4,000 yards away from what I got. While I appreciate that the zombies were more of a background presence, and much like The Walking Dead - people are the real threat, it just didn’t scratch the itch I had in regards of wanting a great, even decent, post apocalyptic read..

2 out of 5 stars.

TLDR: Not the best thing to read during a pandemic, but it’s an easy read that can fill the time if you can get past the abundance of plot armor and lack of character development.

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Deal

Harold sighed, tapping on the wooden sides of his bunk bed in a random rhythm. He was nearly bored out of his skull, which wasn’t what summer camp was supposed to be like. It was supposed to be him and George all day every day, having fun and pulling pranks. But right now it seemed more like George and Melvin, while Harold got to sit around in the cabin being the third wheel.

He thought that when George said Melvin was gonna be their friend now that Melvin would be the third wheel. After all, it had been George and Harold since kindergarten, not George and Melvin.

Harold rolled over to face the underside of the top bunk and shook his head. No, that wasn’t fair to George, was it? He was allowed to have other friends. They both were. Just so what George was the first one to actually find a friend he wanted to hang out with alone?

...then again, it had been awhile. Maybe he should go get him- no! Harold flopped back down onto the bed he had gotten up from. He grabbed the sorry excuse for a pillow they had been given and groaned into it. This was torture! Harold tried desperately to calm himself down. After all, it wasn’t like they were gonna get together, despite Harold harboring a secret crush on George for years that he had been too much of a coward to actually tell him about.

…

That wouldn’t happen, right? They were just friends, right?

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George giggled as Melvin dramatically read the comic aloud, sometimes going as far as to stand up and gesture like the characters in the story. As much as George enjoyed reading and performing his own stories, watching and listening to Melvin read them was a brand new experience that he absolutely adored. Maybe it was why Harold loved when George read to him.

George laughed again and clapped when Melvin ended his performance with a dramatic bow. “You’re really good at performing, Melvin!”

Melvin blushed and grinned, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, well. Theater is such an important part of literature. It would be silly of me not to partake from time to time… although I must say, I’ve never performed a story so… well… immature.” He flipped through the pages of the comic. “It’s rather, ah… challenging.”

“Admit it, you like poop and fart jokes just as much as the rest of us.” George snickered, sitting back against the wall with his arms behind his head. He crossed his legs, setting one on top of the other.

“I never said that!” Melvin’s face burned, and he shoved the comic in the drawer beside his bed before sitting down next to George. “I’ve never… considered doing art like this before. It’s fun.”

“Haha! Told ya!” George grinned. Melvin rolled his eyes and stared at his lap, fidgeting ever so slightly. He looked over at George, who was stretching, and his eyes focused on George’s stomach that was visible when his shirt lifted. Melvin’s face burned hotter and he quickly looked the other way when George started to move.

“I should probably go, before it gets too late-”

“George I was lying.”

“...lying?” George gave him a confused look. “About what?”

“Wh-when I said- when I said that the reason I didn’t notice you were uncomfortable that first day, was that I was distracted by having a friend. I was distracted because-” Melvin gagged a bit, trying to form the words. “Because I liii- hack! I li-i-ike!” He squeezed the sides of his head desperately. “Ah, why is this so hard! Iiiii-” When Melvin hesitated again, George slapped his back to try and help. “I like you!”

Melvin immediately lit up red and slapped his hands over his mouth. He stared at the stain on his bedsheet just in front of his lap, far too terrified to dare looking up. For far too long, there was silence, and Melvin couldn’t help the tears that started going down his cheeks, from the fear that he had likely just messed up the first real friend he’s ever had, forever.

Despite the silence that filled the room, there was a full-on battle going on inside George’s mind. A battle between the fact that this was Melvin Sneedly, a boy who he had known to be quite manipulative when he wanted to, who he’d had a sworn enemyship with for years, ever since George first showed up in Jerome Horowitz (subjecting a 5-year-old ADHD kid with behavioral management problems to ten minutes of bragging and boasting did not end with a pretty picture)

And then… the undeniable feeling in George’s gut that… Melvin wasn’t being manipulative this time. He wasn’t after some bigger, unforeseen prize that would leave George and Harold to have to clean up after the mess. He also couldn’t just ignore the something that had been wiggling in his stomach ever since they started hanging out. There were feelings there too, he was sure. And he couldn’t exactly sit there and do nothing.

And then, George was never very good at analyzing his actions before they happened.

Before George could even realize what exactly what he was doing, he grabbed Melvin’s face and turned it towards him-

Only to smash their noses together when they got close.

“Ow!” Melvin snapped, pulling back and rubbing at his nose. “What was that!”

“I-I-I’m so sorry!” George fumbled, red and confused at what just happened. “I-I’ve never done this before and I don’t know what I’m doing and when I don’t know what I’m doing I just go really fast-”

“It’s alright, you’re fine.” Melvin pulled his hand away and looked it over. “No blood; it’s fine.”

George gripped his feet and rocked back and forth for a minute, avoiding looking at Melvin. “Can I… try that again?”

“Yes, just don’t break my nose, you used bandage.”

George nodded and- slowly, this time- turned Melvin’s face towards his own and pulled him closer. He froze when they were almost an inch away. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest at any moment, and his face felt like he had dipped it in the lava river in the Doom Dome, and was he sure he wasn’t somehow secretly related to Sweaty Stanley?

Apparently he had been frozen for too long, because Melvin rolled his eyes in irritation. “Typical George, you never finish anything. Here, I’ll do it.”

Melvin closed the gap, smooshing their mouths together. It was awkward, and weird, and clearly neither of them had any idea what they were doing, but wow. Holy cow, wow. George could get lost in this. In fact, he quickly was.

Eventually it smoothed out as they figured out what to do, and it certainly felt a lot nicer, and George felt like an icicle had dropped into his stomach when he pulled apart. They ended up staring at each other for a solid 10 seconds- long enough for George to realize he had never really made eye contact with Melvin, and long enough to notice that his eyes were mismatched too: green and blue- before Melvin seemed to almost shut down and fall backwards onto the bed with his arms spread out.

George followed his lead, leading back against the front of the bed, staring into nothing. Melvin, meanwhile, stared at the bed above them, his mouth moving to form words that George couldn’t hear, and wasn’t sure if he would even be able to focus on well enough to process if he could hear them.

“...I kissed George Beard.” Melvin finally broke the silence. He said it as if he was recording information for a science experiment. “I kissed George Beard, and it wasn’t awful. In fact, it was… pleasant.” George realized, after a minute, that that was exactly what Melvin was doing. Minus a recorder. “More research is needed, though, before I can come to a conclusion.”

George sat bolt upright, now staring at Melvin, who was still gazing upwards. He hadn’t moved. “You wanna do it again?”

Melvin’s eyes moved to look at George. “Don’t you?”

It felt, again, like something wet and slimy was squirming around inside George’s stomach. “Yeah. Yes. I-I do. ...does this mean we’re boyfriends?”

Melvin frowned a bit. “I don’t know. Does it? I’m not particularly skilled at… relationships. Is there any paperwork we need to fill out, or something?”

“No!” George snorted, wrapping his arms around his knees. “You just kinda… say it, I guess. Declare it.”

Melvin nodded. “Alright.” He sat up, holding out a hand for George.

“...what are you doing?”

“Declaring it,” Melvin said as though it were obvious. “We, George Beard and Melvin Sneedly, are officially in a romantic relationship.”

George smiled a bit, rolled his eyes, and shook Melvin’s hand. “Deal.”

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