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mythical-song-wolf · 1 month

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Wish Rewrite: Some Worldbuilding & Magic (A Chaotic Ramble)

note: probably what I'm saying here will contradict the Characters post I made, but that's because another deleted scene has been found and I intend to incorporate the information from those deleted scenes as best as I can

Wishing Stars & Wishes

Wishing stars gain their power from wishes fulfilled and wishes granted. While granting a wish takes some of their power/energy, the return is more than enough to compensate the loss.

Depending on the age of the wishing star is how far its limits are. Their ages vary specifically on how long they've been wishing stars and not just regular stars. The two oldest wishing stars are the two stars, with the elder between the two being the second star to the right.

Aster is around Asha's age as a wishing star, and thus his power isn't that great. He can't grant as many nor as powerful wishes as his parents. He can't make a wooden doll into a living person. He can't grant blessings to protect people. And something his parents insisted he can't yet with his abilities, is become mortal and then come back to being a star after death.

Now, onto wishes themselves. The wishes that grant the stars power and the orbs Magnifico steal are made from one's true desire deep within the purest part of their hearts. Wishes are made from the strongest magic of them all, love.

When one has their wish taken/given to someone in the case of Rosas' people, it's like taking out their heart. An empty void is left where their wish once was, where their passion and love once was.

In history, people only gave such vital things to them to someone they love and loves them in turn as a sign of their bond and love for each other.

When a wish is removed from a person and they change because of it, the negative magic released from the void in their heart makes others not see the change. At least, not fully. They don't know what causes it, but they also don't believe it to be the wish removal in the case of Rosas, its because of something else wrong with them. For as people have the capacity for both good and evil, the purest wish in their heart is the deepest concentration of that good, and removing it disrupts that balance within them.

Asha has always been able to sort of see how having their wish taken away changes people in ways that others just can't. The only people that were ever the exception were ones who wrote their wish on a Wishing Tree, because the memory of their wish isn't confined and hidden away, it's constantly bathed and seeing starlight. The stars see their wish, but without the magic words, the stars cannot grant them.

Those magic words?

Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight.

World building/A History of Rosas???

Rosas is by no means an old kingdom, but nor is it that old. It's 6 generations of Royals looking after, protecting, and offering refuge to all those who seek it. The royals use the magic power they have to better their home and aid their people.

Surrounding Rosas are various hamlets not governed by the kingdom, but friends to them nonetheless through the hard work the royals and their heirs put into fostering good relations with them. Many of the hamlets request that their location be kept secret as both a form of respect and a safety measure should Rosas' crown ever land on the wrong heir.

King Magnus "Magnifico" De Rosas was only twenty when he was crowned king, due the unfortunate passing of his father, mother, and siblings in an attack from one of the neighboring villages.

On that day, Magnifico claimed all those neighboring hamlets as traitors that conspired together to eliminate the royal family. They had come across dark magic that lets them take away people's souls, and without the rest of his family by his side, Magnus has not the power to stand up against them. His people offered their aid in any way, but he insisted that the only way would be something lost to time and never done before. The people didn't listen and insisted.

In the end, that's how the people of Rosas started giving their wishes to the king once they were of age.

It wasn't a complete lie from Magnus.

The magic inherently within those wishes act like wireless charges for him. The more he can use to power up, the stronger he becomes.

The royal family was killed and the hamlets did betray the king.

Magnus was the reason for his family's demise, because his parents saw the darkness in his heart and knew he could never be the heir nor even considered it. Regardless of if something happened to the eldest, Magnus would've been skipped over for his younger siblings. Magnifico didn't like that and orchestrated their death.

The neighboring hamlets are in contact with each other, and one of the villagers who was foraging at the time saw the assassination go down and immediately went back to the village and warned the others. The hamlets are against Rosas' crown, but because the king that wears the title is a false one.

The people of Rosas never had much reason not to believe the royal family, and those who did voice suspicion would be ousted as a traitor and mole. In the end, any who do know better than to speak on it, for there are ears listening in the walls, floor, maybe even in the dresser of that inn you're staying at in an attempt to have a secret meeting to discuss such speculations

It didn't help the fact that more people flooded into Rosas in the following years due to a period of turmoil in the world causing many to flee their homes, and thus the only word and story can they hear of is of the king who's housing and protecting them without requesting any charge.

Lady Amaya was not one of those fleeing, but rather simply looking to move. The daughter of two incredibly successful merchants, who's business ventures have ran dry due to the aforementioned turmoil. She's a well educated woman, skilled and knowledgeable on potion making and alchemy, her family was hoping to find new ventures in the King's court as the royal potion maker.

Magnifico was stunned by the beauty before him when he first met with the wealthy family. He would've rejected their proposition if not for how gorgeous their daughter was. As a show of loyalty, from a citizen to their king, they would give up their wishes. Individually, and in private.

The moment he saw Amaya's wish, he knew that no other woman could ever be his Queen. Thus began their courtship, and while Amaya first did it for the wealth and power that comes with being Queen, she, too, fell for him.

The young couple confirmed their love and devotion to each other in a wish exchange ceremony in private. Magnus gave his wish to Amaya, and she did so in turn. He confessed that he fell in love with her the moment he saw her wish, and when she saw his, she said that it only made her love him all the more. That night, they announced their engagement to the Rosas, only so they can finally tell the world that they have each other's hearts (though the people may never know the true extent of it).

As the years went on, the evil couple destroyed the "traitors" until one hamlet stands. Magnifico would often keep "traitors" for his beloved to use as lab rats for her experiments, and in turn Amaya graciously allows him to hear them scream.

The two would use those innocent people as ways to keep a more youthful look or to power their magic. Children for youth, and those with the ability to use magic as power-ups. Others were expendable, nothing more than chew toys at that point.

Naturally, once the "traitors" severely dwindled in numbers, Magnifico no longer had a reason to hoard the wishes without potential uproar. So he started granting some of those wishes as a thank you from his beloved people, and that became a tradition that lured in more people to come and live in Rosas.

#disney wish #wish rewrite #wish magnifico #wish amaya #magnifico x amaya #(this has been seeing in my draft for like a week because I'm currently distracted by stardew valley 1.6)

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breedaboyd · 7 months

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Day 2 ~ Helloooo, Nurse~

(Gif by me.)

Prompt: Roleplay.

Pairing: Eli Klaber × Stephan Wolff (FTM!OC).

Word Count: 3.1k+

CW: Creampie, medical play, not even like body worship just like body appreciation(?), oral sex, roleplay, vaginal sex.

A/N: Translations for the German at the bottom of the post.

Whenever Cyrus or Hauke return from missions all beat up and bleeding, it's a familiar sight to see Klaber at Wolff's side, assisting in the makeshift sick bay they've set up in their hotel room.

Klaber's role as Wolff's nurse has evolved over time, born out of necessity and strengthened by trust. He's become adept at fetching and carrying, knowing instinctively where each tool is kept. Whether it's towels to staunch bleeding or syringes filled with sedatives and painkillers, Klaber moves with a surety that belies his initial nervousness.

Under Wolff's careful guidance, Klaber has amassed a significant amount of medical knowledge. He's learned to apply pressure to staunch bleeding, the importance of sterilisation and the delicate art of administering injections. The lines between their roles blur as Klaber becomes an extension of Wolff's capable hands, his intuition finely attuned to his mentor's needs.

Through the years, Klaber has developed a profound respect for Wolff's skill and composure under pressure. He's witnessed Wolff's steady hands save lives and mend wounds, and he's come to understand the weight of the responsibilities that come with being a medic. It's a vocation that demands precision, quick thinking, and an unwavering dedication to the well-being of others.

During those moments when Klaber steps into the role of nurse, he's often awash with a mix of nerves and determination. He knows the gravity of the work they do and he's acutely aware of the trust that Wolff places in him. It's a responsibility that he doesn't take lightly and he's learned to draw strength from the confidence that Wolff has in him. Of course, it helps that Wolff usually rewards Klaber after he has to play nurse.

In their hotel room, the scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as Wolff and Klaber work in tandem to patch up Cyrus's latest injuries. They move with a practiced efficiency, their hands moving with a rhythm that comes from years of experience.

As the task draws to a close, Wolff steps back to survey their handiwork. He's impressed, as always, by Klaber's growing proficiency in the field.

"You've got a real knack for this, Klaber." He remarks, a note of pride in his voice. Klaber, though bashful, can't help but feel a swell of pride at Wolff's praise. He's come a long way from the young, nervous recruit he once was.

"Thanks, Herr Doktor." He replies, his voice tinged with gratitude.

With Cyrus tended to, Hauke steps in to assist, gently lifting the sedated hitman into his arms and carrying him back to their own room for some much-needed rest.

Left alone with Klaber, Wolff takes a moment to appreciate the bond that's formed between them over the years. They've become more than just comrades or even lovers; they're a team, a unit that relies on each other's strengths. Wolff turns to Klaber, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Klaber, would you mind giving me a once over?" He asks, a hint of vulnerability in his request. It's a role reversal of sorts, with Klaber now taking on the role of medic. Wolff trusts Klaber implicitly, knowing that he's absorbed a wealth of knowledge and skill from their shared time treating their teammates. The request catches Klaber off-guard but he's eager to rise to the challenge.

"Course, Herr Doktor." He answers, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his chest. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before approaching Wolff with the same careful precision that Wolff has shown him countless times. He's determined to impress Wolff, to show him just how far he's come since those early days.

"Do you know what you'll need?" Wolff asks and Klaber pauses then nods as he reaches for Wolff's doctors bag. Stethoscope, tongue depressor, stopwatch, thermometer, pen-light and his own hands. He gathers his supplies and sets to work. But, before Klaber can start, Wolff pulls close, running his fingers along the blonde's jaw, making his heart skip. "Oh, and have fun with it, Liebchen."

Klaber, with his tools laid out on the table, watches as Wolff stands before him, looking down at him with that ever-doting look of his.

"Need you to sit down, Herr D— Stephan." He says, the name sounding almost foreign as it rolls off his tongue.

"Of course." Wolff takes a seat on the sofa and Klaber delicately grabs the thermometer. He steps before the older man and holds it up.

"I'll — uhh... — take your temperature first." He says softly, guiding the glass instrument to Wolff's lips and slowly sliding it into his mouth. Klaber can't help but let his gaze linger on the medic's lips; soft and pink and plump, his tongue slick and wet. He remembers himself, reaching for the stopwatch, as he grasps Wolff's wrist, fingers searching for the pulse point. He starts the stopwatch and starts counting but...the feeling of the medic's pulse throbbing under his fingers makes his own heart skip. Somehow, Klaber manages to get a reading despite the distraction.

Eighty-six seems a little high but, when he takes into consideration the blush that dusts the medic's cheeks, he supposes that could be accurate. "Pulse is fine." Wolff lets Klaber gently pull the thermometer from his mouth and the blonde can't help but admire the way his lover's saliva coats the instrument. He swallows audibly. "Thirty-seven. Good." Klaber bites his lip, fighting back a blush as he places the thermometer on the table. Next, the blonde goes for the stethoscope and Wolff glances up at him.

"Are you going to need me to take off my shirt?" He asks and Klaber nods.

"Yeah, pl-please, Stephan." The medic reaches for the buttons on his waistcoat, undoing them one-by-one before shrugging it from his shoulders. Wolff sets the waistcoat aside, his fingers then reaching for the buttons of his dress shirt. Klaber can't help the fumble of nerves in his chest. Sure, he's seen the medic like this countless times but, now, it's different. He's the one conducting the examination and the weight of that responsibility hangs heavy on his shoulders. He watches as Wolff slips the shirt from his shoulders and Klaber finds himself biting his lip again, swallowing down the lump of nervous arousal that keeps building in his throat. Wolff is gorgeous, as always, but today he looks particularly vulnerable, his body pale and lanky and thin.

Klaber slides in the earpieces and presses the bell of the stethoscope to the medic's chest, a few inches under his collarbone, and the medic lets out a soft sigh at the cool touch of metal on his warm skin. Wolff's heartbeat is strong and Klaber can feel the medic's eyes on him. "Breathe in." He says and the older man takes a long inhale, breathing life into his chest. "And out." Wolff exhales and Klaber can hear the even rise and fall of his lover's breaths, lungs and airways clear. Next, Klaber moves the bell to the other side, repeating the process. Still clear. He moves the bell onto Wolff's back, repeating the process two more times just to make sure. And also to revel in the soothing sound of Wolff's breathing, deep and slow. "That's all fine."

"You're doing wonderfully, Liebchen." Wolff says softly as Klaber places down the stethoscope.

"What kinda nurse would I be if I didn't know how to take care o' my own medic?" He replies with a shy smile and a warmth that surprises the both of them.

Next, Klaber reaches for the pen-light and the tongue depressor. He leans down and gently grasps Wolff's jaw, holding his head still, as the blonde flashes the light in one eye and then the other, watching the way the older man's pupils narrow and dilate. Wolff blinks a few times once Klaber pulls away and the blonde hums thoughtfully.

"Eyes seem fine." He says, pocketing the pen-light, and Wolff smiles, amused by his lover's studious approach. Klaber gently cradles the medic's head, fingers moving in circular motions to check for any lumps or abnormalities. Down the sides of his face, behind the ears, down his neck... Nothing. Good.

Klaber pauses then, eying the tongue depressor warily. He's been dreading this. He meets the medic's gaze, finding the older man patiently waiting, a gentle look in his eyes. "Stephan, you mind if I...?" He trails off, unsure if he should ask as he holds up the depressor, and Wolff chuckles softly.

"Do whatever you need to, Liebchen." Klaber can't help the sheepish smile that spreads across his lips. He's taken on the role of Wolff's nurse so many times but now, having the medic in the reverse position, leaves the blonde feeling a bit giddy. Wolff trusts Klaber and, though the blonde feels a bit self-conscious, he's determined to live up to the medic's expectations.

"O-Okay..." He says softly and Wolff hums. Klaber grasps for the tongue depressor, hands shaking slightly. He leans down, gently grasping the medic's jaw again, as he guides the depressor to Wolff's lips... God, those soft, pink, kissable lips... "Could you...open your mouth for me, Stephan?" He asks hesitantly and the older man instinctively parts his lips for him.

Klaber tries to think logically, scientifically (which is already difficult for a man like Klaber) but it doesn't help; he's staring deep into the maw that's taken his cock on many an occasion. The soft, silken tongue, the elegantly pointed teeth, the hot, wet throat... It makes him shudder with want, his cock throbbing in his pants despite his best efforts. "A — umm... — li'l' wider for me?" Klaber swallows thickly as Wolff obliges, sticking out his tongue obediently. Klaber has half a mind to toss the depressor aside and climb into the medic's lap, the urge to grind against him almost irresistible.

But, he doesn't. Instead, Klaber carefully examines his lover, looking for anything abnormal or concerning. Salivary glands look good, tonsils look normal, no sores or redness. Klaber curiously dips the depressor down further, grazing the medic's uvula, and Wolff lets out a soft moan as he gags, the wet noise sending a shiver down Klaber's spine, as the medic snaps his mouth shut with a shudder. "S-Sorry." Klaber murmurs, withdrawing the depressor.

"No, it's okay, Liebchen... Just a sensitive spot." The older man says as Klaber tucks the depressor away and Wolff gives him an appreciative look. Klaber can't help the way he's leaking into his pants. Christ, he's probably soaked through his briefs...

Dispensing with the tools, Klaber begins to pack everything away into Wolff's bag, giving the medic a clean bill of health (at least, in his novice opinion). He tries to stave off the heat that builds within him. This was nothing but a simple once-over just to make sure the medic is in tip-top shape and ready to tend to the team at a moment's notice. Sure, sex might happen later tonight but it's weird for Klaber to be so hard after listening to Wolff's deep, slow breathing, feeling the eager thump of his pulse and poking around in his mouth, making him gag—

"Nurse Klaber..." The voice is a melody in the air and Klaber turns, his eyes widening in realisation. Wolff is sliding off his pants and his underwear, parting his thighs and spreading himself open for the blonde, his cunt pink and swollen, dripping with need. Klaber swallows audibly, his cock aching in his pants, as Wolff beckons him with a seductive purr. "I think you missed a spot..." Klaber can't help but gawk, mouth suddenly dry, as the medic slips two fingers inside himself, the sound obscenely wet.

"Christ, Stephan..." He says softly and Wolff answers his name with a melodic hum.

"Please, tell me you have something to fix this. I'm burning up and I'm all wet and sticky." He sighs, a teasing lilt to his voice, and Klaber breaks out of his spell and nods eagerly, immediately forgetting about the doctor's bag and rushing to Wolff's side.

"Won't you take a look, Nurse?" Wolff purrs as Klaber settles between his legs, taking in the sweet, musky scent of his slick and drinking in the sight of his hot, wet, swollen cunt. Klaber decides to play along.

"Does it hurt?" He asks and Wolff shakes his head; no. Klaber braces his hands on the medic's inner thighs, heat radiating from the flesh as he pushes them further apart. Wolff lets out a soft moan as Klaber admires the medic's hole, glistening wet and begging to be touched.

"It's uncomfortable...and so hot." Wolff answers with a pout and Klaber nods.

"Maybe it needs a li'l' stimulation." He quips before he leans in, his tongue lapping at the medic's slick. God, he always tastes delicious but today it's so much more intense, thick and cloying. Wolff lets out a needy whine, his hips bucking ever-so slightly, as Klaber laps along his folds, his tongue grazing the medic's engorged clit. Klaber can't help the soft moan that wells up in his throat; the taste, the smell, the heat, it's all overwhelming.

"Ahhh... That's it... That's helping..." Wolff breathes as he passes a hand through Klaber's thick hair and the blonde shudders, his cock throbbing in his pants. He desperately wants to tug himself out and rock into his hand but, instead, he focuses on the task at hand. He seals his lips around the medic's clit, suckling gently between long, slow licks and, yeah, he's had way too much practice at this. He reaches up to slide two fingers inside and the older man lets out this desperate whimper that has Klaber moaning in sympathy. "Ohhh, Klaber..." Wolff rocks his hips against Klaber's face, the blonde eagerly lapping at him as his fingers curl and stroke.

"This helpin', Stephan?" Klaber asks, lifting his head for a moment, and Wolff nods desperately. "Can't have you under the weather."

"God, yes, Klaber, es ist perfekt. Du bist perfekt. Hör nicht auf... ¹" He replies and Klaber can't help but preen. To know that he can reduce the medic to a puddle of incoherence, his legs spread wide and his hole dripping with slick, has Klaber drunk with power.

"Y'know what'll help, Stephan? 'Ve got a very special injection for you." He purrs, pulling away for a moment and standing, shoving his pants and briefs down his thighs so his neglected cock is finally bared to the air. Christ, he's so turned on, pre-cum dripping from the slit in a steady flow. "Might be a li'l' big but we'll make it fit." He presses his hips forward, sliding his cock easily into Stephan's cunt. Klaber shudders, pleasure singing down his spine, as Wolff lets out this perfect, needy whine. "That feel better?" He asks and Stephan nods, his nails clawing at Klaber's forearms.

"Ja! Es fühlt sich gut an...!²" He cries, wrapping his legs around the blonde's waist and pulling him close. Klaber reaches for the medic's wrists, pinning his arms above his head, as the blonde sets a relentless pace, fucking into his lover's wet cunt with a desperation that ties them together.

"Fuck, you're so wet..." Klaber groans, Wolff arching underneath him, as the medic sobs with pleasure.

"Klaber, du von mich riecht... Scheiße, ich kann es riechen...³" He babbles and Klaber lets out a soft chuckle; yeah, he can smell Stephan's slick on his face, the musk coating his lips and clinging to his tongue. Klaber leans down, burying his face in the crook of the medic's neck, as his thrusts become messy and erratic.

"Stephan, you're... God, I can't... You're just... H-Hahh..." The blonde pants out as he snaps his hips against Stephan's over and over again, the both of them so close to cumming. "F-Fuck... Got your medicine, Stephan... I'll pump it nice and deep... You ready?" Klaber huffs out between gritted teeth as the medic's body begins to tighten and shudder around his cock.

"Ja , bitte...! Gib mir meine Medizin, Klaber...⁴" Wolff pleads and that's enough to push Klaber over the edge, filling the medic's wet cunt with his spend, Stephan whining underneath him as he cums. The world stops for a moment, the both of them awash with pleasure, before Klaber collapses on top of the medic, panting heavily...

The next morning, the corridor of the hotel is as quiet as one can expect, considering the previous night's...activities. As Wolff steps out of his and Klaber's room, he can't help but feel a mixture of contentment and a pleasant soreness that serves as a lingering reminder of the night before.

Cyrus is nearby, just closing the door to his and Hauke's room. When their eyes meet, there's an unspoken understanding that passes between the two friends. After all, they've both shared more than a few moments, like these, travelling together. Before Wolff can say anything, Cyrus shakes his head, a playful admonishment in his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much secondhand embarrassment I went through last night, Stephan?" He asks. Wolff can't help but smirk, amusement breaking through his usual composure.

"Whatever do you mean, Herr Langstrom?" He sighs and the hitman scoffs.

"'Nurse Klaber', really?" Cyrus teases, his brow arching in mock disapproval. Wolff's cheeks flush crimson, and it only fuels Cyrus's amusement further. "Don't worry, we had to listen to the whole fucking thing. So thanks for that, Doctor." Wolff's response is quick and a touch defensive.

"It's not like you and Hauke are any quieter, Cyrus." He replies and, as if on cue, the door to Hauke and Cyrus's room opens again and Hauke steps out. He raises an eyebrow at the ongoing exchange. Cyrus grins and nods towards Wolff.

"Stephan's physical went well, Hauke. Klaber can be quite convincing, can't he?" Cyrus announces as he turns a presses a hand to the larger man's chest. Wolff's flush deepens as he clears his throat, feeling a bit on the spot.

Just then, the door to Klaber and Wolff's room swings open and the man himself steps out. He's combing his hair back, blue eyes wide and sparkling with rejuvenation after last night's romp. Hauke joins in, wearing an amused smirk.

"Good night, Klaber?" He asks, knowing full well how embarrassingly thin the walls of the hotel rooms can be. Klaber grins, seemingly unaware of the situation.

"For sure." He nods, pulling beside the doctor with a sly grin. Cyrus feigns a dramatic swoon, falling back against Hauke's chest.

"Oh, but to be young and in love." He says, with a theatrical flourish. Wolff finally regains his composure.

"And to have colleagues who should've been resting, last night."

Translations:

¹ "God, yes, Klaber, it's perfect. You're perfect. Don't stop..."

² "Yes! Feels good...!"

³ "You smell like me... Fuck, I can smell it..."

⁴ "Yes, please...! Give me my medicine, Klaber..."

#character: klaber #source: indiana jones #misc: chariot writes #type: oc #misc: boydtober 2023

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alexiela73 · 1 year

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Hiii I’m new here! Do you have a rules list with things you will or will not write? Or just basic Info about your general rules?

Hello and welcome!

So on that note, I did put up rules a long time ago, but I realize that was years ago and I don't have them in my bio. Plus, they've changed based off personal needs and situations.

So general rules for me(which have changed throughout time) include and are not limited to:

-Three characters max for headcanons

-For fanfics, I prefer one, unless you are asking for the same story to include a few characters

-Please be as clear as possible about what you are requesting, and understand that what I write may not be what you expect or what you hoped. I tend to go a bit off course sometimes too.

-Be respectful. You don't have to like everything I write- I enjoy writing for people, and it makes me happy if they like it. At the same time, I also like writing because it makes me happy. Let it stay that way, even if you don't agree sometimes with how I write characters or scenerios.

-I don't write every day. I used to- there were days I'd obsessively write 4-7 asks and send them out that evening. I now know that is not healthy, and I don't have the capacity to do that anymore. I'm human, so I miss days because I'm tired, because I work 8.5 hours a day without commute time added and take care of 7 animals at home to care for in between and sometimes struggle to remember to care for myself. I try to send out 2-4 if I can at a time, but again- be understanding.

-I am okay with doing nsfw, but usually its light unless I'm feeling frisky. I also choose which nsfw I do and when based on how I'm feeling at the time

-If your request hasn't come up, don't panic- it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not doing them. When I write, I choose what I can focus on and handle that day. I am horrible for going out of order.

-On that note though, I pick and choose which requests I feel I can adequately convey. Sometimes I'm inspired and sometimes I'm not- so if I don't decide to write your request, please know that it has nothing to do with you. It means that I don't feel I am the correct person to write what you have asked.

-If I don't fully understand a request, I will message the person directly

I think that's it...if there are any more questions, anything about stuff you wanted to know that isn't in these rules, please don't hesitate to send an ask, message me or throw it down in the comments below.

I appreciate everyone supporting me and I hope that there is at least one piece I've written that has made your day, or made you smile or caught your interest enough that you are still here years later. And if you are new, then thank you for joining me. I hope to see what the rest of the year brings with you all.

#Alexiela73 Rules #General Rules

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mystic-monkey-express · 1 year

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Here's the Hyousuke post at the request of @dippy-space!

Have a concept sketch of Hyousuke's new design!

For the record I'm trying to avoid potential spoilers, so if it doesn't sound as in detail as Kyou that's why.

Hyousuke Fujimura is a 29 year old, 6', demi-god of war and lust who has major daddy issues and hatred towards his father. He is first introduced as the bartender at the Valerian bar, which is a bar Jun likes to go to.

Yoshino and Jun think that he is just a normal guy who wouldn't understand the dishonored "god" that keeps showing up and bothering them. However it gets revealed that not only does he know that Minori exists, he is a follower of Minori so he can get an extremely cheap babysitter for his 9 year old daughter Mitsuko Fujimura who could easily kill any demons who tries to eat his daughter. He's also a good close friend with Minori cuz of similar traumas.

Despite Hyousuke having a scar on his left eye and now wearing an eyepatch, he was born blind in his left eye. He now just wears an eyepatch so people stop thinking that he's not getting blind in one eye and getting mad at him for not seeing them despite him having the ride-a-way on the crosswalks. Due to him being born blind in one eye makes him not have to work on any perception problems. He just has to be more aware of his surroundings so no demon can take advantage of his blind spot. The eyepatch has Minori's Symbol on it as an extra warding mark for any demons who try anything.

Unlike his father, Hyousuke genuinely loves and cares about his daughter. He doesn't want her to have the same upbringing as him so he was quick to jump for Minori's offer of having her services for the small price of giving her offerings, which is just typically just cheap food. He wants the best for Mitsuko and even though she's a very scrappy child who loves to playfight him and argue with him he loves her and will just playfight back. Mitsuko is his whole world and he tries his hardest to be a good dad despite him having to work odd hours and only being able to see her on day offs, in the morning and right before she goes to sleep. Because of Minori's constant involvement and her symbol being everywhere on Mitsuko's clothes, Mitsuko does get to have a semi-average childhood and that makes everything worth it to him. Its why he goes absolutely apeshit and shows his true strength when Kyou comes around to try to kidnap Mitsuko. He will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even before he was an only dad and when he was just a dumb 20 year old with a newborn, he stayed home to constantly fight demons to keep her safe. No matter how injured he gets or how bloodied his hands are, as long as she's around and happy it'll all be worth it to him.

In the main group Hyousuke serves as not only the in between insight between the human world and the supernatural world, but he's also the muscles. Physically speaking he's the strongest to where Minori knows that if he wanted to he could easily kill her, but luckily he's a softy for friends and family. Even though he likes to threaten to throw Minori like a javelin if they decide to enter his bar. He's also quick to change between being the straight man or join Minori's antics.

Hyousuke and Jun have that jokingly gay bro relationship. They're not interested in each other romantically at all but they do enjoy jokingly flirting with the other. Stuff like: Jun: I wish I had a big titty goth gf :( Hyousuke: I can be your big titty goth gf Hyousuke: I've got big titties Jun: Put on the maid outfit and we'll see.

They've absolutely played gay chicken together.

Hyousuke absolutely won.

Also he's 6' now cuz I decided to make Jun 5'4 cuz we respect short kings and Hyousuke gets to absorb his height.

#OC: Hyousuke Fujimura #placeholders #one day I will get the energy to do character concepts on the computer #I just hate doing it #exhibit car #Hyousuke being born blind in his left eye is purely for representation for myself #So many blind in one eye characters #none are just born like that #So had to make homemade #Downside of Jun becoming 5'4 is that now out of the main cast #Minori is the second tallest #They now have bragging rights

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foeniculi--vulpes · 2 years

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omg all of them for spiced maple???

1- How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

spooning at unholy hours of dawn, tangled mess of limbs near midday. vesper makes a habit of checking alee's ears if they wake up first, to make sure the sleeping position won't hurt him. that's uh. the most i can say here at least-

2- How’s their team work? Do they share well?

uhhhhhhh they're. they're still working through things, they both have major trust issues after all; all things considered thouhg, they work very well together! don't wanna fuck with them AT ALL. and they do share nicely! ... between each other.

3- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

idk abt alee but once they actually get to talking vesper is alwayssssss flaunting their perfect prettiest bf <3 super clingy in public too

4- First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

"fuck, another booze thief." no. no it wasn't.

5- Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

straight from the dms: "number one is obviously pretty boy, sometimes even "my pretty boy" if they're feelin a lil possessive. otherwise,,,,, precioso, cariño, hermoso, sunlight, sunshine, little fox, angel/ángel, dearest, darling, any variant of "pretty boy" anyone cld come up with, and my heaven/mi cielo"

6- Any tasks that are always left to one person?

vesper always kills the roaches. and the creeps at the bar. and alee is designated mealtime reminder.

7- What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

for ves it's the way he'll just. start fights. for no reason. they work through it eventually though !!

8- What do the like best about their partner?

"oh i'm SO GLAD you asked *pulls out 50 slide long powerpoint presentation*"

9- Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

not at this stage of the relationship, no. butttt later down the line:

ves knows and acknowledges alee's faith, doesn't get into it, eventually THEY get worshipped too

they get married like two/three years from now <3

they adopt some kids and some others they technically don't but like they might as well be their kids

they can't die. also alee eventually sorta befriends mieran bc i deserve it as a treat.

10- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

vesper, both, both, both, vesper, vesper.

11- Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?

SIDEEYES THE WAY WE CLDN'T DO SHIT ABT THEIR ANNI FOR EBG... ANYWAYS... they celebrate finalist holidays once alee makes xem aware of them !! and anniversaries for both relationship and eventual marriage.

12- Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

YESSSSSS two in fact !! a wedding for them and their friends where they get like. legal married. and a wedding afterwards for the clans bc lucero wanted margarita and paloma to fight over the bouquet. vesper proposes !! takes alee stargazing away from the loud city and asks him to marry xem, genuinely, no flirting, no tricks, no spectacle, just an honest request for a shared life. the honeymoon is at paris, they're j cute ^^

13- What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

*sweats* ahem, they like doing a bunch of things! s/o to hanging out at the bar and highly dangerous bike rides <3

14- Anything they both dread?

their respective clans and "dark sides" getting in the way of their relationship

15- How adventurous are they?

Very.

16- Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

secrets? some, both. lie? not really on vesper's end, can't say the same about alee though. neither ever cheat though <3

17- What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

over "this past year" they've had their falling outs... but as you can see, not truly apart! they never actually break up

18- What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

varied, but they can always fall back on netflix and chill (in both sense of the saying). it was a year a few days ago! and nah, breaks were over fights, not "suffocation"

19- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

"trauma mostly" in mimi's words, they're rough, brash, cold, hot, and painful. they make up eventually, with either of them breaking down and apologizing...

20- What does their home look like? Their room?

very pretty ask mimi he made it on the sims

21- Do they share any interests or hobbies?

alcohol??? spell studies... nothing particular

22- Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

if anything, it aids it...

23- How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

tightly, warmly, like they don't wanna let go, probably bc they don't.

desperately, hungrily, asking for more.

with no bite, with love, with care.

dangerously, teasingly, to the point, with a need.

simply. with love.

24- Any doubts about the relationship?

nah. not at this point.

25- How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

they basically live together! but they're not. the MOST open abt their feelings.

26- How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families?

their friends are very happy about their relationship !! their families... well, the mixtios and garcias don't really mind... can't say too much of the same about the destans though

27- Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

so !! many !! kids !!! they don't. grow old. because they don't age. but they remain together forever <3

28- What are their vacations like?

horny...

29- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

healer heals !! and ves does xyr very best with what alee has taught him.

30- Could they manage a long distance relationship?

no fucking way lol

31- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

"huh, i never even-" " 'considered that?' yeah, we do."

possibly?? mimi what do you think. eventually they know :') <3

32- Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

they're criminals. what do you THINK.

33- What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

everythinggggggg and anytime !!

34- Do they have any pets?

a kitty and a puppy eventually ;;<3

35- Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

the best, they become the better versions of themselves thanks to one another

36- What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

their unity; if they could die for each other they would. their lack of communication... so once they're done w that they're basically unstoppable.

37- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

anything, really. though w ves it's mainly. yk. ed stuff. they'd rather avoid

38- What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do?

i'm like 80% deliverance over here can take care of that one.

39- Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

alee asked vesper out, but ves kissed him first! idk, i'm p sure vesper didn't like. Find Out yk??? they j sorta knew at some point.

40- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

so many... so many <3

41- Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often?

kinda, yeah !! vesper's uh. clingy. to say the least. takes a bit to get xem drunk though.

alee is an alcoholic.

42- Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?

sometimes !! such as fucking stalking

43- Do they talk often? What about?

anything. everything. they gossip a lot methinks. french 🤝 argentinian

44- Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

very much so !! vesper still would rather do xyr merc work alone, and i'm p sure alee wants privacy for practicing finalism stuff.

45- Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

"that they never hurt us or get in our way again.", it's on ves' wedding vows

#THERE #spiced maple

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cyarskj1899 · 1 year

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GMA’s shamed Amy Robach looks downcast as she’s spotted for first time with husband Andrew Shue since TJ Holmes ‘affair’

Caitlyn Hitt

Published: 17:42 ET, Jan 14 2023

GMA'S Amy Robach has been spotted in an awkward reunion with husband Andrew Shue amid the TJ Holmes 'affair' drama.

The embattled morning show host met up with her partner in New York City to hand off their family dog.

9GMA3 star Amy Robach was spotted during an awkward reunion with her husband Andrew ShueCredit: TheImageDirect.com

9The pair had not been seen together since Amy's alleged affair with TJ Holmes became publicCredit: Getty

9The Melrose Place actor looked serious, but in good spirits as his wife handed off their dogCredit: TheImageDirect.com

Amy, 49, looked sullen as she strolled down the street, leash in hand, to meet Andrew, 55.

The TV personality kept it casual wearing a two-toned brown sweater with a black shirt underneath and a form-fitting pair of jeans.

She capped the look off with a pair of brown high-heeled boots and a back hung over her shoulder.

Her husband wore a grey sweater with a slightly darker grey puffer coat over top.

He also had on a pair of black pants and track shoes.

The pair appeared to chat briefly as she handed over the dog.

Amy and her husband kept a slight distance between them.

Andrew bent down at one point to greet the dog while Amy appeared to look at her phone.

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They both walked off on their own after the hand-off.

9Amy and Andrew have been married for ten yearsCredit: TheImageDirect.com

9They share no children togetherCredit: TheImageDirect.com

9The pair chatted during the hand-off and went their separate waysCredit: TheImageDirect.com

FEAR OF FIRING

The reunion comes amid reports that Amy and TJ, 45, are concerned that they may be firedby ABC as the network's investigation into their alleged affair drags on.

A source close to the pair told the U.S. Sun exclusively that they are bracing for the worst possible outcome after their rumored romance was exposed.

Amy and TJ have brought on two high-powered lawyers to help them as they deal with ABC.

One insider alleged: "It certainly sounds like they are out.

"They've been off the air for nearly seven weeks. They would have been back on the air if everything was fine."

A second source said that despite a report that Amy and TJ have already been fired, the network hasn't made any conclusive decision.

They said: "It's not accurate to say they are out, since no decision has been made."

Meanwhile, another source close to them claimed that they have added high-powered attorneys to their respective teams because they're taking the investigation extremely seriously.

The insider said: "They feel this has dragged on absolutely way too long and think it's bizarre that there is no information about what's happening with the investigation coming from ABC.

"The couple believes there is no scandal, these are two consenting adults and had they been put back on air over the holidays, this would all be behind them by now, and nobody would care."

The same source suggested that while it's not typical to get lawyers involved in this type of situation, TJ and Amy may be considering a lawsuit.

Amy hired Andrew Brettler, a powerhouse attorney who confirmed to The U.S. Sun that he was part of her team.

TJ, on the other hand, enlisted the help of Eric George, who did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

ABC also did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

TMZ broke the news that Amy and TJ had lawyered up.

Back in November 2022, the GMA3 anchors were spotted on a series of PDA-filled dates.

Both were married to other people at the time.

IT'S OVER

While Amy and TJ's professional lives hang in the balance, the pair continue to spend time together.

Weeks after reports of an alleged affair between the duo surfaced, TJ filed for divorce from his wife Marilee Fiebig.

Us Weekly broke the news, reporting that the TV personality filed for divorce in New York City in December 2022.

When photos of him and Amy together began surfacing online both were still married and neither had filed for divorcefrom their respective spouses.

There are conflicting reports about whether there were separations in place, however.

There's been some speculation that Amy and TJ each left their respective partners as early as August 2022.

Both had been married for 10 years.

Amy shares no children with her former Melrose Place star husband.

TJ, however, is a father to a nine-year-old daughter, whom he shares with his estranged wife.

A source told Us of the alleged romance between TJ and Amy: "They always had a spark, and their work trips away together brought them even closer."

The insider claimed that their rumored romance "blossomed from a friendship."

They added that the pair "have been trying to keep their relationship a secret until they were ready to announce."

TJ and Amy began working together in 2020.

9Amy's reunion with Andrew came amid reports about concerns she and TJ haveCredit: TheImageDirect.com

9The pair have been off the air for seven weeks amid a network investigationCredit: GMA

9TJ recently filed for divorce from his wife, Marilee FiebigCredit: Instagram

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Since requests are open again, can i request a yan!bokuto developing a crush with one of the other teams' managers during their training camp? 👀

for: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa. hi bestie 😔 this is late (again), but i hope u like it 😍

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; underage drinking; (slight) sub!Bokuto👀; mild footplay

Three minutes.

Three minutes and forty-five seconds, to be exact, before the truth came for you like a ball careening towards your blindside:

You’re not supposed to be here .

Granted, the thought had already slinked its way into your brain ever since you’d overheard the coach crying on his phone, his wife on the other side of the line, that if he hadn't groveled and appealed to his college friend’s sense of honor, as he’d sniffled, they wouldn’t have even considered the team ( your team) to be worthy of receiving an invitation to this training camp.

Ignoring the worries that came after that was supposed to be easy. It shouldn’t have come at all . It’s irrational and it doesn’t help anyone. What was the point in fretting? Your boys are more than deserving— more than capable in fact —of going toe to toe with some of Tokyo’s best.

It’s also a given that those people don’t know anything about your team. You do live in a town half a day’s ride away from the capital. And how could you expect city folk to recognize a team that hails from a place where the cows outnumber the people three to one?

They’re bound to not know.

But the needless unease stayed and soon took a life of its own, the weight of it becoming heavier and heavier over the course of the weeks that you waited for that dreaded day, like a hungry beast that you diligently fed with your little what-if’s.

What if that place eats us alive?

What if they make fun of us?

What if, despite trying our hardest, all we do is lose?

What if these people take a single look at us and think that we’re not good enough?

What if they’re right?

The deep chasm on the scoreboard tells you exactly that, plain and without a hint of artifice.

Shinzen High has already scored five points.

Your team is still stuck at zero.

And the clock continues to tick.

“Chance ball!”

Your captain's voice was feeble against the noise of the ball being passed from one hand to another.

Odd, that.

Itsuki's not the type to pull his punches. Especially in the middle of a game; always one to use his entire chest when launching back at his enemies with a guttural roar.

You looked at the players standing on your side of the court— really looked at them, in a way that you should have instead of wasting your time entertaining those doubts— and found nary a trace of your teammates among those too-stiff, too-quiet boys that bore an uncanny resemblance to a bunch of rabbits caught in the headlights.

A chuckle erupted from your chest, surprising even you.

"Something funny?" the coach asked, his glance turning wary when you convulsed in a fit of shrill giggles.

"Yeah," you told him, shaking your head. “There is, Coach.”

From the bored expressions on your opponents’ faces to Shigeru’s (failed) attempt to set for Koyama, all the way to an audience that wasn’t even looking, who were, frankly, much more interested in what's on their phones than what’s in front of them.

How can you not find this funny?

You were worried about... this ?

You sighed, your head the clearest that it’s ever been in a long while, and stood from your seat on the bench.

The coach called out your name in a harsh whisper. You ignored him, not even bothering to explain yourself. After all, you’ve already spent too much of your energy on the wrong things.

And so, in the most polite way that you could, you shouted:

“Hey! What the fuck is this!”

Everyone might've gawked; the coach may have pulled you back to the bench with a strength that you didn’t know he possessed. There’s something much more important than being respectable, though.

“None of us ever cared about what these assholes think!” you pressed on, staring down at Takami, whose dad never fails to remind him that he’ll waste away his life fooling around with that useless club . “So, why,” you ask with a clear voice, “Why are we starting now?!”

Of course, just like any of your spur of the moment ideas, that hadn’t ended the way you hoped it would.

They still lost (they also did in the following game). All of the coaches (including yours and excluding the one from Nekoma High; that one just patted your back) had expressed their disapproval over what you did. You couldn’t regret it, however, no matter how humiliating their rebukes made you feel.

Because you don’t think you’ve seen any of your teammates look the least bit happy since you set foot into this place. But, now— even with the fact that all they've achieved so far is keep the floors clean with their diving laps— now, they do.

With that, it seems to you then that this place isn’t so bad, after all.

A day.

A day and ten hours, approximately, had already passed when Bokuto felt your presence acutely like the stinging red imprint a hurtled ball leaves on his skin. And just like the circumstances that lead to that bloodied, angry marking, you made your existence known with just as much force as a player spiking for the kill.

Some of them guffawed, out of disbelief and sheer delight both, because in all the years that they’ve trained together in preparation for the interhigh, they don’t think anyone has ever called them a bunch of “assholes” before.

They didn’t think much about that new team that arrived too late. So, yeah, Bokuto wanted to laugh, too, just like others. ‘ What a way to make an impression, huh?’ he wanted to say.

That wasn’t what he said, though.

Bokuto wasn’t even able to say anything.

He was too busy staring at your mouth, the resoluteness in your lips as if you knew exactly what to say; the way you looked at your teammates, like there was nobody else more astounding, more unbeatable at this game than the boys before you (though, surely, even you can see that they’re far from being any of those things).

And yet, there you were, your eyes incandescent; they might as well have been on fire, blazing with so much awe and unshakable faith and it was so clear for everyone to witness and— and Bokuto did not know what to do with it.

It was so embarrassing, truth be told. Bokuto may not be the most secretive guy around, but when the others eventually pointed out that he looked scared at the thought of facing them ( you ), he just couldn’t help but sulk.

“We’re not half the cheerleader she is, Bokuto-san,” Yukie teased him, patting his shoulder as she did, “but rest easy, we’ll try our best to boost morale.”

He just groaned, immediately locking his legs at a stand still when the others hooted, ‘Look at him! He looks like he’s about to piss himself bouncing his legs like that . ’ Really, what was he supposed to say?

Because, when he finally faced your team with that net in between and as he felt the ball against his palms when he aimed for a clean hit towards the floor, it’s not even fear that rushes through him.

Not even close.

Beyond the defeated faces, of the exhaustion slathered all over your team’s barks after each point he snatched under their noses, Bokuto saw you looking at him.

Just a flicker; a passing peek before that determined gaze settled back on the others. But it was there all the same: the pause in your breath as the ball detonated against your teammate’s frail arms, clutching the edge of the bench with your fingers as if it took everything in you to keep yourself from running towards the court.

To rush towards him.

To— to what ? Exactly? To scream at his face the same way you did earlier? That he's going too rough and hurting your precious friends?

There’s a part of him that wishes to stop. A strange, alien feeling that he supposes comes from the discomfort at the sight of you so troubled and wound up.

Oh, but you're just starting to understand!

That if there's someone who's truly astounding, unbeatable, and staggeringly brilliant at this game, it's him . And Bokuto wanted to drive that point home like he's never wanted anything else in his entire life.

His body stopped feeling like his own by the second set.

His legs were too light to be his, like there were coil springs underneath his feet that carried him higher and higher he swore he could brush the roof with his fingertips.

There’s a thrumming in his flesh that propelled Bokuto to move faster, to push that ache over the edge until there’s nothing left but the breathless exhilaration of seeing his opponents kiss the ground.

The air is getting thinner, like he’s scaling towards a mountain top as he sprints towards the other side of the court, long strides eating up the floor, uncaring for the sweat pouring down his cheeks.

Bokuto was willing to let this thing go on forever and ever and ever , for as long as he feels the searing heat of your eyes on him.

Until he turned his head in your direction.

You were smiling at something a spectator said.

He couldn’t hear it, but whatever it was it had pushed you to make a teasing remark to your team.

A banter ensued.

The referee blew his whistle as a warning.

You giggled.

Why?

“The ball, Bokuto!”

Why aren’t you looking?

His hands were two weights keeping him down, made heavier by that sinking sensation in his chest.

When did you stop looking?

It was too much, too unbearable that he could cry. The indifferent way you'd removed him from your line of sight was a sucker punch that's not as painful as the shame it leaves him with.

Were you even looking at all?

And he wonders with a shuddering exhale as he finally gathered the strength to raise an arm, Bokuto wonders what would happen if, just this once, he shot the ball towards y—

“Bokuto-san.”

Akaashi was calling out to him.

“Bokuto-san, we already won."

The ball within his grasp dropped.

Bokuto watched it bounce on the floor until it rolled over to somebody else's waiting palm.

He took a deep breath— in and then out, repeated it until everything came into sharp focus —and raised his head to squint at the scoreboard.

22-3

So they did.

The other side of the court was already empty, your team assembled to one corner; you were out of sight.

Everyone started to gather around him.

They took Bokuto along with their cheers and reprimands and accusations, like a strong current that carried him from the bench to the shower room, laughing as they handed him a towel, having noticed that he’d been too out of it to do anything else but stay half-naked in front of the sink.

“Are you alright, Bokuto-san?” he heard Akaashi ask over the teeming excitement surrounding them.

Blinking, Bokuto paused from wiping his bare torso as he replied, “Me?”

Their setter only nodded.

“Yeah!” Bokuto exclaimed, a tad louder than he ought to. “Yeah, dude! Of course! Never been better!”

“You were a man possessed," Masaki, still fresh from the shower, suddenly drawled from behind him.

“You were... quiet,” Ubugawa’s captain continued, reaching for the toothpaste laid next to Akaashi. “It was unlike you.”

Bokuto was about to say something, somewhere along the lines of “Really? I didn’t notice” when Daiki made his decision to wring the wet shirt in his hand, brandish it like a belt, and strike Bokuto’s back with it, the impact cutting across the room.

“You little..!” Bokuto turned with a snarl, poised and ready to throw the boy over his shoulder.

“Let it go, let it go,” Daiki chortled, grabbing Bokuto by his damp hair. “That’s for not giving us a warning, alright? Crazy bastard.”

Daiki shook his head as he walked away. “Never seen the idiot go hard like that,” he mumbled.

“That’s our ace for ‘ya!” Haruki echoed from his cubicle, to which the others responded with wolfish howls and sharp whistles, completely transforming the shower room into a tiled rainforest.

And Bokuto wanted to join along, because although the game still felt like an abrupt, fever dream, he’s well aware that he did something that he’s going to be proud of in the days to come. But somehow— for some unknown, beguiling reason, all he could do was stand there and make himself vulnerable to Kuroo’s antics.

The Nekoma captain looked at Bokuto through the mirror, clicking his tongue before lamenting about “ those poor country boys ” and their “ ill luck ”.

“Go easy on us small fries sometimes,” he added. “You were pretty scary back there.”

Kuroo gave his nape a quick pat before he went for the lockers, leaving Bokuto to stare at his reflection, features obscured by the fog.

Scary , he said.

Scary, huh.

A man possessed.

Bokuto wonders about its meaning, what coach had meant earlier when he’d jokingly called him a beast. He contemplated what about him had led them to think that way, tried his best to be perceptible of any changes.

His eyes were the same, although the pupils in the middle were large pools of tar, widened and leaving only the slightest space for the honeyed rim.

His hair was the same platinum color and still streaked with the same black lines, although untamed and in a disarray this time, with the strands sticking to his forehead.

Although flushed, his face was the same, over all.

Everything seems to be right where they’re supposed to be.

Although he’s huffing and puffing, creating more mist to cloud the mirror with. And when he tried to reach for the glass, he realized that his fingers were still trembling. His blood still surging as if his body had never left the court.

Then, it struck him.

Bokuto holds his breath in anticipation, the truth of it right in front of him.

There’s no monster here.

No man possessed either.

Only a guy who’s helplessly, foolishly in love.

Announcing to an entire room of strangers that one is of the opinion that they're assholes, as it happened, was an effective way of making new friends.

Of course, there was that awkward day-long explanation that you had to do for Yuki and Kaori and the others. An affair that wasn’t too different from a one-woman press conference that involved you expressing your regrets, revealing that, sometimes, when backed against a wall, you can be an impulsive clown with a glaring lack of filter (like: "No, no..! I didn't think you guys were actually- you know- ass- it just spilled-" and "Ah, geez, this is embarrassing.The heat was getting to me. I didn't mean it, really!" )

But the girls had been kind enough to let bygones be bygones, assuring you that all they ever felt was a joyous combination of relief and wonder. Ubugawa's manager, Eri, (who'd shook your hand while holding back tears) even told you that seeing another girl in a veritable sausage fest that is the training camp was a miracle in itself.

"It was fun, actually," Mako once said when the two of you were assigned to carrot chopping duty. "You gave us something to talk about for a while."

And even when the novelty of being a bumpkin with the mouth of a sailor soon faded, the bond that quickly bloomed between you and the other managers hadn't.

It was unexpected, although not unwelcome.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself. How silly you'd been: coming into the city expecting a den of wolves and hunters armed to the teeth.

In the span of two days thoughts of survival were replaced by the confidence that your boys would pull through; by a sense of ease that you didn't need to win all the time and that this place is not a battlefield, but a fertile ground for growth and learning. You didn't need to constantly be on your guard— knuckles up and gearing for a fight, you realized.

Well —

For the most part, at least.

Serving spoon in one hand and potholder in another, you reluctantly paused from preparing your team’s meal to whisper under your breath. "He's doing it again," you hissed.

Kaori only gave you a preoccupied “hm?” as she plucked the ladle to fill the plain white ceramic bowls before her. “Who is?” she continued.

“Your captain,” you replied, taking care not to let him know that you're on the verge of melting under his not so subtle scrutiny.

The lovely Fukurodani manager didn’t even miss a beat; without lifting her eyes away from the food, she raised her voice, just loud enough, to address the creature (spying) standing idly by the door.

“Say, Bo-kun,” Kaori called out and you watched, amazed, as he coughed out the water that he’s been making a great show of drinking. “Your mama must not have taught you that it's bad to ogle.”

Bokuto Kotaro, Fukurodani’s ace and captain— a volleyball player that sits atop everybody else in this training camp, whose name is almost always followed by “one of the very best in the country”— quailed as his manager, the Great Kaori Suzumeda, blessed him with a smile veering on beatific.

“Oh-who-me?” he prattled, hands pointing at everything and nothing as he choked on his own words. “Didn’t see you there! What’s up! I was just passing by!”

“In the middle of practice?” Kaori snickered. “ You ?”

The boy released a laughter that resonated in the empty cafeteria.

She sighed, dropping the ladle, and told him to “Just go, Bokuto.” He obediently complied, thank the gods, but not without an overzealous goodbye to Kaori, as if he’d never see her again when lunch was just half an hour away.

He didn’t say anything to you. He didn’t need to, anyway. The lingering gaze that he directed towards you was enough.

“Thank you,” you exhaled once you made sure you’re no longer within his earshot, plopping your head against Kaori’s soft arm.

Her chuckle fluttered towards you, causing you to smile as she asked, “Is it that bad?”

You could only nod, both as an affirmation and an effort to shake those golden, hawk-eyes out of your system.

“I’ll talk to him,” she said after a few seconds of comfortable silence, the firmness in her voice making you stand upright and level with her.

Common decency tells you that you should say no, to stop her and tell her that she didn’t really have to; that you shouldn’t make a big deal out of this. But, you’d never really been one to listen to what that part of your brain dictates.

Taking her hand in yours, you gave it a light squeeze, incapable of doing anything else to convey your gratitude with a sob lodged in your throat.

“He’s not a bad guy, our Bokuto,” Kaori soothed. “And for what it’s worth, he’s never been like this with someone he likes.”

A grin lit up her face as you snorted, remembering the time someone had finally caught on to Bokuto’s newfound fixation. The uproar that it’d cause in the field when everyone was out enjoying slices of ripe watermelon. The unnecessary and, frankly, embarrassing anger that it’d pulled out of your boys after it's been revealed to the whole world. The infamous blush on Bokuto Kotaro’s face as he desperately tried to deny the accusation.

And the cold, spent feeling it left you.

“Normally, he’d be all over them,” she continued, mimicking his owl-like way of moving, bobbing her head to and fro as she circled around you.

“Kaori!” you squealed, pushing her playfully by the shoulder.

“Bokuto would be like—” Kaori pumped her fists in the air, “ Hey, hey, hey! Talk to me! Talk to me! Compliment me! Love me! ”

You simply hummed, folding your arms against your chest as you commended her spot-on performance.

She didn’t need to tell you all that, though. The guy had a personality so big it’s a miracle how this city contains him. And you’d known from the very beginning that Bokuto Kotaro doesn’t seem like the type to do the whole “pining from a distance” thing.

But, they even said that he’s half in love with you already, with the way he follows you with his eyes and flails and stutters and acts like he’s never had a mouth and a pair of hands before whenever he’s around you. And that, somehow, he plays even better than he already does when you’re in the audience ( especially when it’s against your team).

You don’t bother to correct them and say that no, this might not be a silly little crush.

Because you don’t think that anyone but you would understand that there can never be any love nor infatuation in a stare that traps you with its expectations. Even if you did tell them that, you’re the only one who knows what Bokuto’s gaze really makes you feel like: A plaything that he’s been gifted to and was told would sing and dance for him just so he’d stop crying.

And you know what temperamental children do with toys that don’t work the way they want it to, don’t you?

“Trust me.”

Kaori’s gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“He’s just an idiot,” she told you. “You’ve seen him— especially last week!” Kaori’s eyes bulged out, leaning closer to you, both of you gasping at the memory.

Tears sprung out of your eyes as you laughed harder, your stomach aching when Kaori began to recount the events that had turned the entire training camp on its head, forever planting itself in its history as the worst ordeal it’s ever faced:

A piece of the wall in the girls’ sleeping room broke off, revealing a large, Lovecraftian nest of cockroaches.

“If you’d only seen his face!” Kaori cackled, struggling to finish as she clutched onto you for support. “He burs- bursted into the room only for him to- to-”

“Pass out when a roach flew to his nose! I know !” you screeched and slapped the table with her, ignoring that you’re almost knocking over the food and chortling until you were close to having a heart attack.

“Oh- oh , I can’t breathe,” she groaned. Your laughter tapered off into heaving as you fixed her mussed bangs.

You smiled.

“See,” Kaori finally said, pinching your chin a little. “Bokuto’s a meathead. Just a meathead. Guy can’t get a clue. But he’ll come around once he realizes that he’s being weird.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, giving her a weak nod. "I'm sure he will."

You didn't know if you meant to say that with a hint of irony; if that scared farm girl is rearing her ugly head again and pointing a pitchfork at a monster of her own making.

A monster that, you're convinced, would do something more than just look once you're within its reach.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Bokuto even had it all figured out in his head. C’mon, he's got the looks, doesn't he? And he's not lacking in charm. In fact, he's oozing with it! That's why Bokuto had expected that he had this one in the bag. His game plan was foolproof:

Talk to the girl. Get the girl.

After that, you’d be together for the rest of your lives and your fiery, unrelenting support for that lousy team of yours would never go in vain ever again. Because it’d all be directed to him. All that “ Good job! ” and “ You were amazing back there! ” and “ Don’t be scared! I’ll be right here rooting for you! ” would finally be given to someone who actually deserves it.

All you had to do was see what he had to offer and baby— oh baby , how you'd love him. No force on Earth could have prevented Bokuto from making you his.

So it's all the more sobering now that Bokuto’s witnessed that the said force turned out to be him of all people. And what he could actually give you was a few stumbling lines and compliments that didn't even make any sense (“ Y-your face smells nice ” for example)— all (preferably) uttered a few feet away from you.

The others teased him for looking like a jilted witch casting a spell on an indifferent lover. “What are you? Speaking in tongues or something? Is the Great Horned Owl that desperate?” they poked at him. He didn’t mind them before, but now he’s not so sure.

" Tone it down, okay? " Kaori had reminded him again earlier this afternoon. That stern talking-to from their manager was an ice-cold bucket of water that doused what’s left of his optimism.

But, tone what down? What , exactly, is left to tone down?

He couldn’t even talk to you without losing his ability to string coherent words together, let alone get close to you. Eye contact, too, he’d deliberately restrained himself from doing (if only you knew how much this is hurting him!) and not just because he’d been deemed a complete and utter creep.

Bokuto couldn’t look you in the eye ever since that incident.

“ She’s helping the other girls carry their stuff to the other room, I saw them just now ,” Yamamoto had discreetly passed on as soon as he woke up from a terrible concussion. “And if you want to redeem yourself, my friend, after that humiliating performance, you’d better go out there and lend a hand. ”

Because Yamamoto, being the love expert that he proclaimed he was, told him, “ Look, I feel for you. But it’s simple. You just gotta show her what you’re made of. That you’re a man she can depend upon, ” Bokuto then persevered to follow through.

Only for him to be met by an empty room with bits of crumbled plaster scattered across the floor. And your bag in the furthest corner just...lying there.

Maybe you’d forgotten about it. Maybe you were too busy catering to your friends' needs that you'd forgotten about yourself.

Either way, Bokuto promises that it wasn’t on purpose.

Bokuto had good intentions, really! He just wanted to take the bag with him so he could give it to you, is all! It wasn’t his fault that some of your stuff was peeking through the half-opened zipper. It’d already been in that state when he saw it.

And- and it’s not his fault that he adores you too much.

Bokuto reminds himself as much as he propped his forehead against the bathroom wall, water from the shower pouring against the taut muscles on his back as he wrapped your underwear around his cock.

The baby pink fabric, every inch of it soiled now over the days that he's used it, rubbed against his balls when he began fondling them, his other hand caressing his nipples, rubbing and pinching at the peaks until they stiffened between his calloused fingers.

His cock grew hard and heavy in his hand as he started pumping into his fist, fucking your soaked panties until precum dripped from slit.

And with nobody else in the shower room, Bokuto allowed himself to grunt and curse and call out your name, digging his nails into his skin until it stung and made him want to cry.

"Make me cum, princess," he whined, shutting his eyes to watch you on your knees, fingers between your legs as you looked up at him, never taking your eyes off of him even as you took his cock down your throat.

"Please, please ," Bokuto groaned,"Please let me cum."

Here, you don't turn away nor brush him off without even saying anything. Here, you call him your baby and you chuckle as you ask him, " Good boys deserve to cum, don't they? "

He bit his lip, pressing his cheek against the freezing tile. "Mmhmm, I-I've been-" Bokuto moaned, feeling himself creep closer and closer, the pleasure at the pit of his stomach building, "I've been so fucking good for you."

The contrast of your pretty little underwear around the thick veins of his cock made his head spin. And as he squeezed his shaft tighter, Bokuto knew that he did, in fact, deserve so much more.

Because he's endured so much just for you. Now, it's time to get what he's due.

Scouring high and low for a pair of cotton panties that have seen better days wasn’t how you wished you’d celebrate the last night with your newfound friends.

Yuki had advised that you abandon the ratty, old thing (though you did say it wasn't; ratty, that is) and leave it here as a parting gift— a mark of your impact on their lives, if you will— but you’d quickly laughed her off and set out to find it. She was drunk, anyway.

Although, so were you. If not, then just a tiny, itsy, bitsy, bit tipsy.

You hiccuped, giggling as the sound echoed through the poorly-lit hallway. The world was spinning beneath you and you prayed that it wasn’t worse for poor Yuki, having chugged half of that horrid concoction.

Kaori almost threw her out of the window after that stunt. Mako scoffed at her for being an arrogant ass. The girls who weren’t drinking sat back and chose to enjoy the unfolding chaos (while also being kind enough to be on the lookout).

And you...well...right now you’re on the verge of breaking down as you make your way to the shower room.

Mostly because you’re just realizing that you might never see them again if your team doesn’t survive the Inter High. Partly because you’ve been dumb enough to not notice that you’ve been missing an underwear for a couple of days now.

God, it's so ridiculous. You're ridiculous. You're glad that you went on your own and rejected their offer to accompany you. Imagine if they saw you like this:

Oscillating between sobs and strained laughter while swaying on your feeble legs; the very picture of a lunatic out in the streets in the middle of the night.

You only hoped that you're not scaring the living daylights out of that guy who probably just went out of the boys' room to pee. Maybe you have already spooked him, with how still he's gotten.

Cupping your palms around your mouth, you saw fit to save his sanity and cried, "Heyyyy! I'm not- hic - a ghost!"

"Oh!" you gasped, raising a pointing finger to shush yourself, "Oh, yeah, sorry, shhh-"

He didn't run the other way screaming and crying, which was good, instead he approached you hurriedly, making you squint to get a better look at him.

"Koyama?" you whispered, struggling to recognize the tall boy with a sturdy build, his navy blue hoodie casting a shadow on his face. It didn't help that your eyes were doing something funny, as if they were busted camera lenses that went uncontrollably in and out of focus.

"Good evening, my dear! I daresay you're looking quite bur- burl- blurry tonight."

You cackled, immediately following your greeting with a slurred apology.

"Why- Why are you still- um- up?" he asked. And before you could volley him with a question pointing to his weirdly different voice, he brought his head down to sniff at you. "Wait- have you b- are you drunk ?"

"What! No! Of course not!" You pouted and airily slapped his cheek, drawing a lopsided grin out of you when his skin glowed pink, bright enough to light up the entire place. It was so remarkably adorable that it made you squeal and pinch both cheeks, rocking his face as you did.

"Look at our big boy!" A sheepish, almost disbelieving chuckle shook his large chest as you resumed your baby talk, your grabby hands bringing his face towards you. "Who would've thought that our stwong, wowdy ace could bwush wike so? And what's with this siwwy hoodie, huh? Where did you get this, bunnycakes? I've never seen you wear this before!"

You wondered, also, why and how his jet black hair turned pallidly gray over the few hours you hadn't seen him. You even brushed the mildly damp locks out of his forehead, unsure if they're even real as you tried to right your smudged vision.

And you wanted to blame it all on the alcohol.

It's the reason for that dramatic change in his tone and manner of speaking and hair color and...those eyes .

The very same pair that followed you everywhere, sometimes even in your sleep.

"You love me, after all," he breathed, the statement a thin sheet of glass that could blow into smithereens at just the wrong response.

That had been enough to drain the inebriation out of your body. Like being branded, you pulled away from Bokuto with a harsh curse.

"I- I have to go," you said. "Sorry, I thought you were Ko- my teammate."

But Bokuto had already laid hold of your arm with no intent of letting go.

"Stay!" Bokuto called out, repeating it with please and listen despite your outcries, shouting for Kaori and Yuki and Mako and Shigeru and Takami and Coach and Koyoma and anyone, help me, anyone.

Until he tugged you to his chest, wrapping himself around you and turning his entire body into a concrete prison as he fervently told you, "I love you. I love you so much ever since the first time I saw you and I know, I know you feel the same so if it's the distance that's keeping you from me I can come to you I'll follo-"

"Nothing's keeping me from jackshit!" you gritted out. "I don't love you! I don't even care about you!"

He didn't say anything to that.

Bokuto had gone quiet. It wasn't only until he nuzzled your neck, pressing his face snugly down the crook, that you decided to kick him with all your strength, breaking yourself free as your heart thundered out of your chest.

You didn't look back.

You dashed through the long, endless hallway with the air in your lungs dangerously running low and keeping you from screaming.

But the remnants of the alcohol were lead that weighed your feet to the ground, betraying you further by morphing your surroundings into a hazy, dizzying scape. You teetered and wobbled, desperate to reach that staircase that will lead you out of this floor, but each step that you took was not fast enough, not nimble enough, as if you’re wading through knee-deep water.

And before you know it the monster has caught up and is ready to pounce from right behind you.

“Get your hands off me!” you wailed as Bokuto heaved you by the waist and carried you over his shoulder.

The sudden upending of your world was so nauseating, you didn’t even notice that he’d already taken you to an almost pitch black classroom, its heavy curtains drawn together and the empty chairs and tables pushed to the side.

His large, sprawling hand was gripping your ass, your stomach lurching when you felt him caress it. Yet that didn’t deter you from hitting whichever part of him that your knuckles and feet could touch, ignoring the trail of your own spit that dripped on your face as you howled and thrashed and fought to keep yourself together because no one was hearing you.

What’s left for you, now? Your captor was so strong, much stronger than you, that even when he tripped on his toes, Bokuto was able to catch himself and drop you on the nearest table in just a single breath.

“Stop fighting me..!” he panted, holding you down as he knelt before you. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I- ow! Don’t-”

Bokuto’s grip on your wrists was unbudgeable. So, you didn’t miss the chance to bite him when he covered your mouth with his palm. Teeth chattering, you broke the tough flesh, sunk them sharply until the taste of salt and iron flooded your tongue.

You expected that it would push him away. Give you the leverage to escape.

That turned out to be a mistake.

His honey-gold eyes glinted as he stared deep into yours. Every hair on your body stood on end when the corners of his lips slowly lifted, eyes still fixed on you as he released a bubbly, childlike laughter.

“I've always wanted to do this to you," he sighed giddily.

The helplessness chipped at your insides bit by torturous bit when all you could do was rock the table with your flailing, while Bokuto had already crouched lower— low enough to pull the hem of your thin shorts with his teeth.

He watched you weep with a sickening display of dejection, like he's some dog that's been shoved around by his master.

"Please don't cry," Bokuto whined, peppering soft kisses all over the insides of your thighs then licking off the beads of sweat that covered the goosebumps.

You’re not giving up.

You couldn’t give up.

You pushed and gnawed and tore skin that you’re sure every inch of his palm is littered with fresh bruises, but this only seemed to encourage Bokuto, drawing out his drugged out moans as he spat on your clothed cunt, drool leaking down to your folds before he lapped at the wet spot. The moistened fabric scratched and rubbed against your clit to the point of quivering and writhing in his clutch.

“Oh, I know , baby,” Bokuto murmured, using the tip of his tongue to flick at the swollen nub. “I’ll make you feel real good soon.”

Shaking your head, the unwiped tears gathering around your eyelids dropped to his long, calloused fingers. And you wanted to screech, to tell him to go to hell as he swirled his tongue all over your embarrassingly slick hole.

No, you wanted more than that.

You wanted to drive your bare hands into his chest.

But that’s not what you did, is it?

When Bokuto finally removed his hand from your mouth, what slipped past your lips wasn’t the sound of a woman ready to kill. Instead, you sounded like a little girl begging to be carried home. And that hadn’t been the part that scared you, really.

It was the fact that no matter how much you tried to scream, nothing was coming out.

“L-let me go,” you wheezed, your voice cracking. “Or- or else.”

“Or else?” Bokuto replied, eliciting a gasp from you as he sniffed your throbbing, wet cunt. “Look at me, princess.”

“ Look at me ,” he repeated pleadingly, frustration giving his tone a rough edge, as he brought the hand that once suppressed your attempts to call for help to skim past your thigh and stroke the sole of your feet. “Just this once. See me.”

You kept your eyes closed, even as he kissed your toes and brought it down to his crotch, forcing you to dig your heel into the bulge jutting out. He rocked his hips, gyrating slowly, his cock hardening under your feet, as he whimpered into your leg.

“Please, please fuck me, please ,” Bokuto mewled. “I’ll do any- anything for you.”

Profanities rushed out of you, but no one could hear them. Not even you. Perhaps that's why he didn’t flinch when he lugged you down to straddle on his lap.

“Use me, baby,” he whispered, grinning wide as he snaked his other hand to your back and dug his nails around your nape, laying on his back and taking you with him as he did, your tits crushed to his chest.

With your arms dying in his grip, Bokuto easily stripped his pants along with his boxers. Violent trembles wracked your body as he dragged your pussy along his thick shaft, back and forth, your damp panties riding up every time he thrusted upwards.

His hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine as he giggled lowly, “Wanna cum inside you so fucking bad . Will you let me, hm? Please let me.”

Of course you didn’t want to. It’s not like you’d stop struggling, either. It’s just that Bokuto would never listen to you. Even when he whimpered and babbled, “You don’t want to- fuck, your pussy’s all nice and wet - oh, you don’t want to? That's okay, that’s okay, baby,” Bokuto still slipped his cock inside your underwear.

It slid past your lips up to your clit. And you’d never hated yourself more in your entire life when all you could do was stay limp and cry as the fat tip finally nudged your twitching hole.

“No, no, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered, scattering kisses on your neck, “It’s just the head- just the head.”

As Bokuto groaned and rutted against you, all you wished for, in that moment, was for dawn to peek through the curtains and signal the end of this torment. But, still it went on with Bokuto stretching you open.

And as he split you in half, you detachedly realized that you were right.

This place did eat you alive.

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years

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hei i notice that your ask box are open! so can i request? maybe a hcs for oikawa, kuroo and bokuto reaction to his s/o leaning against them and falling asleep on their shoulder? maybe before they've started dating but the characters already have a crush on s/o? thank you and i love your writing so much❤️❤️

Thank you so so much for this request anon!! I had so much fun hehe and I hope you enjoy this because they’re all different and I love all three of these boys❤️

—Falling asleep on his shoulder

Bokuto x fem!reader, Oikawa x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Warning(s): FLUFFY AS HELL HEHE

He was babbling on about the game they just won because he was always eager to show off to you

It was a few moments later when he noticed your pretty little head rest atop his shoulder, strands of hair falling over your face

This was the first time Bokuto Kotarou was completely speechless

Did you always have that little quirk on your face that made you look like heaven on earth?

So instead of continuing on about his game, he proceeded to list the many things he loved about you in the quietest of whispers

He was about 50 traits in when his arms start to gesture wildly to more passionately convey his love for you

The movement obviously woke you up and you were able to hear the last part of his sentence going “... because your smile does things to me like how I find it impossible to look away and can’t help getting lost in it.”

Your giggle gave you away, but he was truly not embarrassed at all

Because you were smiling, and just like his last compliment said, that was what drove his heart to the edge and made him happier than anything in the world

Practice had ended late and it was dark so Oikawa would be damned if he let his “precious manager go home alone” (his words, not yours)

As you two got on the small and crappy bus, Oikawa pushed your head down onto his shoulder

“Rest, you deserve it.”

And who were you to deny the prettiest setter you knew

You trusted that he’d wake you up when you reached your destination so you let yourself drift to sleep

And even though it was Oikawa’s idea, he couldn’t help but be completely baffled by your actions

Why did he want to brush those stray hairs out of your face so badly?

and why was he scared that if he moved too much, you’d break

He takes a big gulp and opts for tapping his leg instead to not disturb you

Sure he’s always liked you, but why was he being so anxious, so nervous, so unlike his usual playboy self?

Your shallow breaths touch his neck at just the right spot and he shivers, reaching for your hand to adjust your position but when he sees you flinch and grumble in your sleep, he immediately retracts his hand

He leans back a bit into his seat, sighing because perhaps you being beside him is exactly where you belong

The team had just finished their long and satisfying meal at the new ramen place and you were sleepy from eating too much

You guys get into your respective rides with you, Kuroo, Lev, and Yaku being in one

You were smushed between Kuroo and Lev and frankly, you did not like being squished between these two giant bozos

But sleep was more important

As your head fell onto the captain’s shoulder, he began snickering, already planning all the different ways to prank your poor unsuspecting soul

“Oh ho ho chibi-chan, you don’t know what’s coming your way.”

But Yaku dearest abruptly hits the breaks at the red light in an attempt to stop Kuroo’s antics, ultimately shooting you forward but dependable Kuroo reached out just in time to catch your sleeping form to reposition you back on his shoulder

Fortunately, he was now resting an arm over your body to prevent you from hurtling forward again

He glares at Yaku but the libero keeps his eyes straight ahead to avoid the dirty looks

You were on the verge of waking up when Kuroo started to pat your head comfortingly and whispering into your ear that you’re safe now and to just sleep peacefully

The soft smile that remained on his face would’ve melted anyone (and it did because Lev is now a pile of mush on the ground after witnessing it)

And if you were awake then, he would’ve confessed all the feelings he’s been bundling up since he first laid eyes on you

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prettyvampiress96 · 3 years

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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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@ava-sr said: EE i do apologize that this is late, but maybe a small request because of my moblit-brainrot. which dates he would like to take you on? maybe like one of those guided painting classes? aGh all i know is that man is the absolute sweetest and i love him with all my heart

Types of dates with Moblit pt.1

{ Moblit x reader | tw:none | fluff | modern }

{ "Vanitas Still Life" 1662 by Edwaert Collier c. 1640 - after 1707 London or Leiden }

Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday.

I. Cuddling for hours at a time

you have to understand that in Moblit's overworked and stressful life, moments of respite are rare and far. He's so deprived of touch and love that it's a miracle how he has managed to function without even a beep. The thought of having someone to warm his bed, cradle his worries and put them to rest by simply combing through his hair, never crossed his mind despite having a hundred thoughts running through it per minute.

Some days he manages to forget your existence even, not out of some selfish desire or to belittle you, but out of disbelief, after all it's too good to be true.

You're too good to be true to him.

Your tender words pull him back each time he blindly steps closer to the edge, a never-ending spiral of self-destructive work tendencies awaiting him at the bottomless abyss. Your warm embrace shutting out the swarm of nagging voices meant to guilt him out of rest, to act as if the key to curing his sleep deprivation was to not acknowledge its existence, that fatigue symptoms could be erased by his own homemade placebo remedies.

As if your mere touch could turn anything to gold, and in his case, it did.

It was what made the difference between an anxiety inducing catastrophic day, and a mere rough stepping stone he could easily manoeuvre around leaving his pace steady and undisturbed.

Reminding that it's okay to fail, to give something your best only for it to crumble to dust. It's a process of trial and error, it takes time and patience.

You don't get to choose how well things end up working out, it's not up to you nor is it your place.

And that's why for him, his ideal place in the world is in your arms, to simply let the rise and fall of your chest lull him into comfortable numbness. His features softening as the oxytocin levels rise, courtesy of your warm embrace, soft skin providing just the right pressure against his own.

Laying on your shared bed together, the soft breeze coming from the open windows moves the thin curtains. Moblit is Holding you close as one of his arms sneak around you, fingertips tracing shapes up and down your back. Face buried in your shoulder as yours rests on top of his head, stray hairs almost tickling your nose when you brush against them.

The passing of time does little to his cotton filled mind, occasionally attempting to pull you even more closer as if it's possible. Legs tangled with yours under the heavy blanket despite him hogging most of it.

Every now and then, when a certain amount of time passes, he'd look at you with half-closed eyes, a lidded look of satisfaction before murmuring in his sleepy voice.

"Do you want to get up?" And despite his sincere words and warm tone, his body makes no move to detach itself from your side.

Does he know the soothing effect of the circles he keeps drawing up your back? Or how much him talking with his lips still pressed against your neck makes you melt just a bit.

Whatever it is, Moblit seems confident in his ability to keep you snuggled against him, tucked underneath the warm blanket and fluffy pillows almost muffling your answer.

II. Visiting a music bar

Preferably something with soft yellowish lights, small enough spaces not meant for dancing but to create an intimate atmosphere akin to a music venue.

A jazz club, maybe a brewery.

Dimmed sunlight seeping through the thin curtained window, shadow traces of people smoking outside while making small talk, cushioned bar stools placed around the long bar with a mirrored wall behind it as several aged bottles and fancy glasses with signatures decorate the wooden shelves.

The quiet chatter of people blurring behind the mellow music the band is playing on the nearby stage, smooth movement with relaxed postures as if they've done this a hundred times before, and they probably have.

You're sitting in one of the booths near the window, a private spot where you're far enough for people not to notice yet close enough to still hear the music flowing.

The beat is slow, hypnotising even that the minutes blur together.

Moblit giving you a smile as he comes back with your drinks, sitting opposite of you before handing you the cold glass, ice cubes clinking against each other as you raise the frosted rim to your lips, sugary sweet filling your senses, the cooling sensation of the drink slides down your throat.

There's a hint of citrus in it.

You've learned to trust Moblit's choice in drinks after being together for so long, he just knows what's going to taste good and which kind of drink you seem to need without having to say a word.

He seems comfortable here, even referring to the bartender by his name like they've been friends for a while, and maybe they have judging by the out-of-script welcoming he gave Moblit.

One conversation starts another and both of you find it so easy to talk to each other without boundaries or second thoughts, the smiles and occasional chuckles almost never leaving your features while nursing on your drinks.

He tells you stories from his work and about his co-workers. You find yourself entranced by his seemingly abusered line of work and the amount of chuckle worthy instances a single work day can offer.

That one time Hange knocked the liquid incense oils that someone Levi brought to freshen the place, well to their luck the oils fell directly on an open flame from the nearby scented candle which resulted in the fire spreading through the liquid alcohol between the broken glass.

And despite the feeling of dread, from seeing his files catch on fire this story brings him, the sound of your chocked laughter as you almost spilled your drink over your clothes, made it all worth it for him.

III. Antique shop

There was something to be said about Moblit's yearning for especially old looking things, trinkets, crumpled maps, tea stained letters and silvered mirrors.

You can't miss the gleam in his eyes as he opens the antique store door open for you the chime of the door bells following after. The smell of burning incense lingering in the air alongside the slow ticking of an old wooden clock.

The look on his face is of pure fascination, his eyes following the trail of the objects lined on the tables, from the old oil paintings with hand carved frames to the crystals reflecting sunlight next to the colourful stones. Observing as he carefully walks behind you through the narrow spaces between the tables and shelves.

Pulling your attention whenever he finds a particular curious thing to show you as if it's an offering, it can range from music boxes with a really familiar melody that you can't quite remember or a beautifully shaped rose quartz stone that feels cool against your palm.

Whatever he brings, it often manages to intrigue you in some way. Moblit could always notice things other people would skip over otherwise, scanning the tables was like a small treasure hunt.

He'd always pick one or two leather journals, almost filled to the brim with ink scribbled pages and tea stained spots, personal diaries dating back to the 90's and if he's lucky they might edge towards the 80'. He likes to read them, live in someone else's shoes even for a split second, puzzle pieces falling in place as he figures out what kind of person the author was.

Of course sharing his discoveries with you while having lunch later, not out of pride nor to show off, but out of genuine respect to other people's lives and their dedication for leaving behind a piece of their soul.

IX. Roadtrip

It's something he plans months ahead in advance, he genuinely wants to make the best out of the few weeks off both of you got to spend together. Making sure to plan a set of destinations, preparing snacks and food, packing your essentials and renting a big enough van.

A small getaway even, to completely leave everything behind and set out on a carefully planned adventure with the one he loves most, you.

Enjoying the fresh weather, the high sun and fast wind as both of you roll down the windows, fields of green and yellow meet you alongside the road the further away you move from the city.

Although be careful; the Moblit behind the wheel is a much much more different than the one you know, he's using all what remains of his self-restraint not to speed down the highway and swirl, the thought crosses his mind every hour or so and he's visibly agitated when you're forced to drive behind a particularly slow driver.

You might even have to remind him of the speed limit occasionally just so you don't end up with a pile of speeding tickets at the end of the trip.

It's like all his usually cautious and calculating demner evaporates into mist the second he touches the steering wheel, Temptations of just flooring it while high on adrenaline still linger in the back of his mind.

Beside that, the trip is a relatively calm one as you get to bask in all the new and different places you'll get to visit. Try new food and walk through different city streets, just the experience of something out of the usual is enough to satisfy Mobilt. Not to mention the fact he gets to experience it with you and just wander around without a purpose or care as long as you're together.

He'll definitely keep in mind what sort of things you seem to like, what intrigues you and the kind of reactions you show. He even started an album filled with mostly your pictures and the things you've seen.

It's most relaxing and filled with low stakes, nothing too fancy but nothing too boring either. Walking the thin line perfectly.

X. Visiting a museum

But not just any museum you see, one centred around natural history. Displaying everything from ancient fossils to full on skeleton displays of a 122 foot titanosaur, depictions of distant relatives of homosapiens and modern evolution trees of the current animals.

Moblit guiding you through the shiny tile floor and between the exhibits while holding your hand, eyes gleaming with passion as he goes on and on about each thing you glance at. Making all the trivial facts seem more fascinating than they have any right to be.

The squeaking sound of footsteps echoing on the too clean floors as four children pass you by, racing each other towards the iron suits of armour on display. They almost fall over the red ropes from leaning too close in, their caregiver seemingly busy talking with a security guard over the 'smoking not allowed' sign.

You spare them a final glance before following Moblit through the corridor leading to the world history & old inventions section. Soon enough he steals your attention again as he begins talking about the first airplane prototype that you can't help but be enamoured by.

Despite there being a sign framed on the wall that sums up the jest of Moblit's lecture, he manages to make it not only less boring but add his own twist and uncommon known facts to it that it feels less of a history trip and of an interesting conversation.

He has so much knowledge that he's so eager not to only share but hear your own opinion and take on it, valuing your view no matter what amount of knowledge you have over the subject.

XI. Painting together

It's an idea that you offhandedly suggested after your museum visit, after all spending an hour in the Impressionism era gallery did leave an impression on you. And so the suggestion of checking out an art store for some acrylics and a couple brushes left your lips on the way home without a second thought.

Well little did you know that the small suggestion managed to latch into Moblit's brain for weeks after, making him spend his free time searching and gaining information on painting and how to start, he even managed to find some really good classes having a limited time course sale

That's how both of you end up in a guided painting class, seated next to each other with aprons on and a pallet to mix paint tubes in. You'll find out how much of a fast learner Moblit is, so much that most of the class he spends guiding your hand through the steps and offering his help whenever possible, although he still remembers not to be overbearing and still gives you space.

Both of you are in your own bubble from the class, being with him makes you feel easy and more reassured. He's like your very own comfort corner that you seek in every party, except that he can walk around with you and always looks out for you.

And whatever you end up putting on that canvas, Moblit will cherish more than any renaissance painting, will even insist on hanging it somewhere in the apartment.

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pluto-writes · 4 years

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hello!! this is my first bsd req aha,, can i have hcs for the port mafia members (like chuuya or akutagawa) reacting to the reader revealing that they've been secretly dating akutagawa? thanks ^_^

Hello to you too anon ^^ Pleased to be the one to receive your first bsd request! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ (Sidenote: Apparently the human body needs these things called ‘vitamins’ and without them you ‘can’t function’ and ‘feel tired all the time you just sleep for more than half the day’. So now I take vitamins.)

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Reader revealing that they've been secretly dating Akutagawa/Chuuya.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Higuchi was on her way home, thinking about what to make for dinner for her sister. Until she spotted her senpai coming out of a store, his arm looped together with another person.

She froze, coming to a bunch of different conclusions, but then she remembered about the incident not too long ago with Gin, who ended up being his sister. ‘Maybe this is another relative?’ She thought to herself, hoping that she was right.

That hope quickly shattered when the person kissed Akutagawa on the lips and he returned it. Mouth agape, Higuchi could hardly believe her eyes.

“Akutagawa-senpai is dating someone??? And I didn’t know?” She continued to keep an eye on them, seeing how they act together, and debating if she should just barge in on them and save her senpai.

She refrained herself from doing so since she didn’t want her senpai to get mad at her again, he made it clear before that he doesn’t like receiving help when he doesn’t want it.

After an hour passed, the two walked away, presumably on their way home. She called it a day and decided to continue her personal investigation as to who that person was for tomorrow. When she got home, she couldn't think of anything else and left her sister to make them dinner.

Morning finally came, and she had a plan ready to figure out who the mysterious person with her senpai was. When she walked into the headquarters she saw you immediately.

“Ah, (Y/n)-san, can I have a moment with you?” She called out. Her being your superior, you obliged.

“Yes, what can I do for you, Higuchi-san?” You respond, being respectful towards her.

“You work as part of the espionage group, correct?” You nodded, wondering why she would need you, as far as you knew Mori hasn’t given you any work for a few days and you’ve been using that free time to spend it with your boyfriend. Gah! Even thinking about it gave you butterflies.

“One of the best!” It was thanks to your ability mostly, it helped you render yourself unrecognizable so you can be free to spy without your true self being seen. “What happened? Do you need my help?”

“It’s selfish of me to abuse my power this way… but I need your help. I want you to stalk- uh… follow Akutagawa for the rest of the day. Yesterday I saw a suspicious person with him, and I want you to figure out who it was…” Truthfully, Higuchi would’ve liked to be the one to get to the bottom of this situation but she knew that would upset him.

“Alright,” you agreed, “wait… yesterday?” That’s weird. You were with him yesterday, and you’re sure you would’ve noticed a person like that on your outing. Even if it was your day off your instincts would kick in and alert you of any danger.

“Yes. it was most concerning. Senpai didn’t seem to be aware of the danger that could be present. At first I had thought it was another relative I did not know about… but then… I saw the person kiss him! Clearly they have him under some sort of spell so that they can have him obey them!” The more she spoke the more her eyes gained a fire in them, “We have to save him! I’m counting on you!”

Oh. Oh. She must have seen the two of you yesterday. This was embarrassing but you can’t let her think that you were using Akutagawa.

“Um… about that…” You pulled at the collar of your shirt, clearly nervous. You would have liked to keep it a secret that the two of you were dating but you guess it was inevitable to try to keep it hidden. “The person you saw yesterday with him was me…”

You let your words sink in, Higuchi gasped. “Huh!? But you looked so different- the two of you were- you and him- I saw you kiss-” She jumped from topic to topic, stunned by the information you told her. After a couple minutes she composed herself, “You’re dating Akutagawa-senpai?”

“Yes… I’m sorry you had to find out this way. We wanted to keep it a secret since things would just be better without people knowing, so please don’t tell anyone!”

Higuchi couldn’t believe it. The truth was right in front of her but she still didn’t want to accept it. You? Dating her senpai? It didn’t make sense to her.

The thought of commanding you to stay aware from him briefly crossed her mind, but she didn’t want to indulge in that fantasy. She remembered how carefree her senpai seemed while he was with you. And how he smiled your way without hiding it.

He just looked overall calmer with you… and she didn’t want to take that happiness away from the two of you.

You waited anxiously for her response, if her earlier reaction was anything to go by, it was clear that the news didn’t please her.

“I won’t.”

“Please, I’m begging, don’t tell anyon- wait. What!? You won’t!?” You’re genuinely surprised by her answer, you thought she’d flat out deny you.

“I won’t tell anyone you are dating Akutagawa-senpai.” Before you could say thank you to her she cut you off, “But don’t be mistaken… I’m not saying this solely for your sake. Yesterday, I saw how he acted around you. He seemed happy with you… at peace by your side.”

Her words moved you and made you feel overjoyed. For her to say this to you was basically the same thing as a blessing.

“Know that if you cause Akutagawa-senpai any pain, I will return it ten-fold.” As she said this her eyes pierced your soul, it sent a shiver down your spine since you’ve never seen her like this.

Nodding, you responded slightly scared by her threat, “Of- of course! I wouldn’t dream of it!”

“Good.”

When she walked away, her words were still rooted in your head. You wouldn’t want to do anything that would cause him pain, not because of her threat, but the idea of causing him any suffering after everything he had endured would hurt you more than any beating, a mafia style execution wouldn’t be enough punishment.

Nakahara Chuuya

Kouyou noticed a shift in Chuuya’s behavior recently. He wasn’t as rash as he used to be, one could say he seemed to be calmer, but at the same time more on edge. As if something was bothering him.

He didn’t have a permanent scowl on his face throughout the day, whenever he was on the phone with someone, a gentle smile appeared on his face. And even after the short call was over he’d still have that same smile on until someone called out his name.

She thought it was strange, since before whenever Chuuya was bothered by something, he’d come to her and tell her his problems and she’ll be there for him and help him. But he hasn’t told her anything yet, and she’s worried about him.

When she was first told to watch over Chuuya, she wasn’t that interested in his well being. However, as time passed she came to hold a certain fondness for the boy and wished to be there to protect him.

Which was why now, she was trailing after him. Staying a little over a block and a half behind him so as to not be suspicious. Earlier, she had overheard him on the phone making an arrangement at a restaurant. While making that call he had that same stupid smile that infuriated her.

‘Why hasn’t he told me anything? He knows I’ll always be there for him… so why?’

All these thoughts rushed into her head, and confused her as to where she had gone wrong for Chuuya to not open up to her.

She had no more time to dawdle on these thoughts, when she saw Chuuya stop in front of the restaurant. In one smooth motion, Chuuya turned his wrist towards his face and checked the time.

“Good, I’m here a bit early. Wouldn’t want to make them wait on me,” A soft blush blossomed on his face as he thought about you. After checking in with the receptionist he came back outside to wait for you.

From the corner of the building, Kouyou listened in on what he was saying, “He’s waiting for someone? Just what could he be planning..?” She muttered to herself. Just as she was about to look over, a new voice entered the scene, causing her to retreat back to her hiding spot.

“Chuuya!” You cheered, unable to contain your excitement. “I’m so glad to see you!” You locked your fingers with his gloved one. “We haven’t been able to go out like this for a while.”

“I know, between our missions finding time to spend together was hard, but I’m glad too. Being able to see you today is the best part of my day.”

His comment made your face get warm and caused your heart to skip a beat, “ U-um,” you shifted in your spot, unsure how to properly respond. “Let’s head inside now… we wouldn’t want to be late, now would we?” You smiled at him in an attempt to calm your nerves but he just smirked back at you.

“Of course, whatever you want, my highness.”

“Chu-Chuuya! Please don’t tease me…”

As you moved to pull open the door, Chuuya was already there to open the door for you, “After you, your highness.” He bowed.

“Stoppp,” You groaned in embarrassment, but he knew you liked it when he called you that.

Once Kouyou heard the door close, she moved from her hiding spot and looked through the clear door. She could see Chuuya holding your hand as the waitress guided the two of you to your table.

‘Just who is he with? If I get a closer look…’

As if some being was heading her prayers, the same waitress that sat you down was walking towards the side door to throw out garbage. ‘Perfect.’ It was fortunate for Kouyou but bad luck on the waitress’ part.

After she knocked her out, Kouyou donned on the waitress uniform and made it back into the restaurant undetected. She picked up her pen and notebook and walked her way over to your table.

“What can I start with for the lovely couple here?” She wasn’t dense, she knew that the hand holding, the smiling, the looks she saw that the two of you shared, and the choice of restaurant must have meant. She didn’t want to face that reality, she wanted the two of you to deny it, tell her that she had the wrong assumption and that you two were just friends but that wasn’t the case.

“I’d have the...” Chuuya told her some name that you didn’t really understand. “And my lovely date here would like-”

“Chuuya!” You lightly kicked his leg under the table, and leaned over the table, “You can’t just say that! I thought we were keeping it a secret!”

“(Y/n), it’s fine. We have nothing to worry about here, we come here all the time and the staff have a no talking policy. Plus, it’s probably obvious by now…”

Even though the two of you thought you were whispering, Kouyou heard everything she needed to hear. Her suspicions were correct, the two of you were dating… She wasn’t sure how to take the news. So she continued to take your order and passed it onto the kitchen staff.

When that was done and said, she slipped out of the restaurant. “(Y/n), was it? Hmm, where have I heard that name before…” She mulled over it on her way back to the mafia.

She also thought about what to do, she had her own opinions with love, none of them positive. She had experience as to what love can do for a person, and she doesn’t want Chuuya to live through the same experience. It took her awhile to cope with her loss.

Back in the comfort of her office, she found a distraction to lose herself in, until a knock interrupted her. “May I come in?” The voice was simultaneously unfamiliar and familiar.

“It’s open.”

The doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal you, the same person she saw with Chuuya earlier that day. She hid her surprise when she saw you and put on a fake smile, “What do you wish to speak with me about?”

“I know you know… about Chuuya and I. You were at the restaurant…” Your words shocked her, she thought her disguise was enough to not get recognized. “I never seen you face to face before, so it would’ve worked. But your thoughts gave you away.

“My ability allows me to hear the thoughts of others. I heard what you thought about Chuuya, and your views on love and… I understand that you care about him and want to protect him, but know that I love and care for him too! He talks very highly of you, and I wouldn’t want to be the reason your relationship with him gets strained. So, please,” You kneeled on the floor and placed both of your hands in front of you on the ground, “allow us to stay together.” You placed your head down.

Kouyou wasn’t expecting a dogeza… She opened her fan and covered her face as she contemplated it. She was now aware of your ability, but it still comforted her by having her face covered. Once she came to her conclusion she walked over to your bowing form on the floor.

“Get up,” she put her hand under your chin to look at her as you started to get up, “Now listen cause I’ll only say this once.

“I may have my own opinions on love, but I trust that Chuuya knows what’s good for him. That you’re a good fit for him, and won’t be the one to bring him down, but that you’ll be the one who gives him strength.”

Elated by her words, and feeling as if a weight has been lifted, you go in for a hug, “Thank you! Ane-san!” You felt her stiffen under you as you said that, “...Too much?”

She hugged you back, “It’s… quite alright. Thank you,” she spoke softly. She didn’t say what she was grateful for, but you had an idea what she was thanking you for.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #chuuya nakahara #akutagawa ryunosuke #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #plutowrites #chuuya nakahara x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #I hope this was fine >_<;;

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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You Look Nervous.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (very much implied) .

Requested by @theeblueehazee : "I have a request if you're still taking them? It's another David request because I'm vampire trash basically lol maybe a story about David really liking or evening the reader, and he wants her to meet the guys. But he's super scared of them embarrassing him in front of her or afraid that they'll scare her, period, because she's a nice but really shy person? So David makes the boys swear to be on their best behaviour but Paul and Marko don't know the meaning of it lol I just love your stories!❤❤

A/N: I'm glad you like my stories! That really makes my day 😅💛 and thank you for requesting! I hope this works for what you had in mind❤

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"Stop picking."

I look up at the blonde biker as he reaches a gloved hand over, taking mine in his as he tries to pull my fingers from my sleeves, smiling slightly as he gives me a reassuring look, though there's something off about his behaviour. As usual, he stands leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette between his lips as he watches the crowd, but his demeanor seems tense, his eyes flicking over the writhing hoard of people almost nervously, neck muscles taut as he cranes his head around, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Sorry." I reply quietly, casting a look over his posture again, my brow wrinkling in confusion.

Noticing my gaze, David fixes his piercing eyes on me, cocking his head a bit as he exhales a breath of smoke, eyebrows drawing together curiously.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you look kinda nervous." I inform him, biting my lip as I turn my gaze away from him, worried that I've brought up something I shouldn't have, my free hand instinctually lifting to my face, where I start to chew on my fingernails, trying not to wince when I accidentally catch one of the already bitten-down ones.

"I do? How come?" The platinum blonde queries, visibly adjusting himself, though this only proves my theory.

I go to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of loud motorcycle engines revving to my right, the blonde to my left tensing again, his jaw clenching barely noticeably as he catches sight of the riders, my own gaze turning to the newcomers. Upon seeing them, my eyes widen, weight shifting inadvertently onto the balls of my feet, as if ready to up and leave.

The closest is a tall, tanned brunette with dark eyes, his expression seemingly neutral as he makes eye contact with me, barely reacting to my presence at all, his quietness as well as the fact he is shirtless beneath his leather jacket slightly unnerving me despite the very brief flash of a smile he sends my way. Just behind him is a shorter blonde with curly hair, a broad smirk plastered across his face as he catches sight of me, his doe eyes boring into me with a mischievous glint, eyebrows raised at my presence. As if mimicking me, he lifts a thumb to his mouth, where he starts biting at it, keeping eye contact the entire time, even as he leans back to speak to the last of them. This one is a lanky Twisted Sister lookalike, his dishevelled hair and choice of attire leading me to think this, though my mind briefly short-circuits when I notice him blatantly raking his eyes over my form, the action drawing a deep blush to my cheeks as I shift again, pulling the sleeves of my jacket over my hands in slight discomfort. Seeing this, David moves so he is standing closer to me, gently pressing his chest against my back reassuringly, his hand at my hip protectively. Looking up into his face, I realise he is carrying an odd expression, as if warning the others of something.

"Damn, who brought the eye candy?" The Twisted Sister lookalike remarks in way of greeting, winking suggestively at me as he dismounts from his bike, lip between his teeth, "I'm Paul, by the way."

Swallowing, I try to fight the rising blush again, leaning back against David as much as possible for support, the solidness of his chest behind me reassuring me a little.

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you." I make the mistake of offering him my hand to shake, surprised when the other, smaller blonde skips in ahead of Paul, scooping my hand up and lifting it to his lips, which he then uses to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. Shocked, I withdraw my hand quickly, the action far too intimate to have come from a complete stranger. Behind me, I feel David's chest vibrate as he lets out a cautionary growl of sorts, both of the other blondes giggling at this.

"I'm Marko." The short one informs me, taking my hand in his again as he uses it to pull me forwards slightly, Paul quickly slinging an arm around my shoulders as I'm helplessly dragged in towards them. I stiffen as I feel Paul nuzzle at my neck, the blonde deliberately sniffing at me, his breath hot against the skin there, though I don't feel it long, my instincts kicking in as I pull away again, accidentally knocking into Marko, who steadies me against his chest, drawing a surprised squeak from me as he smirks down at me.

"She smells great, where'd you find her?" Paul comments to David, whose jaw is clenched, his muscles rigid as he watches this exchange, reaching out to gently pull me back to him, wrapping an arm around my waist again, fingers pressing into me slightly in anger.

"Aww, come on! We won't bite..." Marko teases, bursting into a fit of giggles with Paul at some inside joke until their companion gives the latter a clip round the ear.

"Hey! I didn't make the joke!" He protests, rubbing his head a bit, clearly a bit disgruntled after this, though his friend can barely control himself.

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve it." The brunette points out, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the other two before turning back to me, "I'm Dwayne. It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/n), we've heard a lot about you."

"Y-You have?" I manage, still a little shaken after my encounter with the Terrible Two, surprised that they've heard about me at all: David doesn't seem like the type to share his feelings, seeing as he's barely told me anything about himself anyway.

"Oh yeah, we've heard all sorts." Marko butts in again, lifting an eyebrow at me as I feel my eyes widen.

"Yeah, David won't shut up about you." Paul chimes in, smirking at the platinum blonde behind me, who quickly tells him to shut up, though using much more colourful language to convey his point.

"L-like what?" Internally, I curse myself for stuttering again, knowing it's not helping my case at all.

Paul goes to respond, a smirk already pasted onto his face, only to be cut off by Dwayne.

"Nothing bad, don't worry." He confirms, looking over my head at David, who appears to send his friend a grateful glance, his icy blue eyes clouded with annoyance at the other two.

"Except that you're a bit quiet which I now see is totally true." Paul butts in again, chuckling and reaching over to tilt my head his way with one finger, admiring the deep red tinge of my cheeks, "You don't have to be. In fact, we know the perfect way to get you more...vocal."

At the insinuation behind his words, I flinch away from him, looking down as Marko and Paul erupt into fits of laughter, the two of them high-fiving each other triumphantly. A sharp crack and a grunt of pain informs me that Dwayne has once again delivered a whack around the back of each of their heads.

"Just shut up, will you? Show some respect." Dwayne scolds them, brow furrowed in irritation.

"Come on, (Y/n), let's go get some food." David finally says, having stayed quiet almost the entire time, except for the noises of anger that he let out every now and then, body becoming tenser and tenser behind me.

"Ok, sure." I agree, going to turn away from the others with a thankful smile at Dwayne, who seems the most controlled of all of them.

"Enjoy your bite to eat! Make sure you get something you can really sink your fangs into!" Marko calls after us, his laughter cut short by a screech of pain, Dwayne having finally stepped in, dragging the two troublemakers off by their ears. Beside me, David visibly stiffens, eyes closing momentarily, though I could've sworn I saw them flash yellow a second ago, the platinum blonde doing his best to remain calm as he directs me someplace else, clearly eager to get away from the others.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I wanted you to meet my friends tonight, but I didn't realise they'd behave so badly around you, though I guess I really should've seen it coming." David apologises, taking my hand in his as we walk, giving me a guilty look, "They're good friends when they're not being so inappropriate."

"It's fine, though I think they'll take some getting used to." I reassure him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I guess. That doesn't excuse their behaviour, though." He responds, frowning again, "I'm sorry, I should've warned you."

"About them being so physical, maybe, but not about them being typical friends. I'm sure I'll come to like them in time." I say to him, carefully coming to a halt beside the rear of one of the food stalls lining the Boardwalk, having figured something out, "That's what you were nervous about, wasn't it?"

"Hm? I wasn't nervous." David scoffs, smirking at me.

"You were! You were worried about how I'd react to your friends, weren't you?" I prompt him, crossing my arms over my chest with an unusual confidence I don't often feel.

"Of course I wasn't!" The blonde goes to argue, only to catch sight of my expression, rolling his eyes in defeat, "Fine, I was a bit concerned about how they'd act, and then about what you would think of them, but not a lot!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I tease, squeaking when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall behind me, his muscular body pressing into mine as he leans in close.

"Say that again, (Y/n)." He growls into my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver in anticipation as his breath fans hotly across my skin.

"Keep telling yourself-" I try to repeat myself, only to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure when he starts kissing at my neck, mouthing at my sweet spot as my hands snake around into his hair, his own gripping my waist, pulling my hips into his.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" David purrs against my jaw as he licks a stripe up the column of my neck, before he presses his lips against mine, deepening the kiss as soon as I reciprocate, knowing I won't be able to reply now, smirking against my lips in triumph.

What I didn't know (and wouldn't know until much later) is that he had made the boys swear to behave, only to feel a surge of possessiveness come over him when he sees Marko and Paul completely disregard their promises, now feeling the need to make it well known who I belong to, even if that means risking my dignity in public.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#kiefer sutherland #marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#request #ask #answer #answered

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fidelissimi-moved · 2 years

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‘ this is for you . ’ hands ruby a flat plate of rock . ‘ this is not coal ... — this is ... a clean slate . ’ #santa dean 🎅🏻

when 🎅🏻 SANTA DEAN 🎅🏻 comes to town

there's a long pause. a moment when ruby just stares at the flat plate of rock in his hand before he speaks, and wonders just what kind of weird magic he wants her to perform this time. it wouldn't be the first time his requests have come with an air of oddness, so she wouldn't be surprised. it's when he goes on to explain that her hand pauses on it's way towards the 'gift' and she looks from it, up to his eyes.

a clean slate.

it's uncharacteristically adorable, if she's being honest. but this moment means more than that. this is... kind of BIG. there's been a lot of bad blood — no pun intended — between the two of them for a lot of years. they've both been... trying... to be civil, for sam's sake, and the sake of getting along in front of lily, but ruby wasn't so oblivious as to think dean trusted her. and she's still not. trust and respect must be earned, but at least now, with this, it feels like there's not a concrete road block up in her way of redeeming herself. she finally takes the SLATE from him, and turns it over in her hands, a small grin forming at the corner of her mouth.

" i didn't know we were exchanging gifts this year. i didn't get you anything... " lies. his gift is under the tree with no name on the "From:" section of the gift tag. "does this make us besties now? can we have sleepovers and do our make up, and prank call our crushes??"

#tobeblamed #christmas 2021 #yes #she had to ruin the moment.

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uwua3 · 4 years

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Hello! Sorry to spring another request at you so soon, but those jealousy headcanons you wrote for me have got me hooked! Would it be possible to write a redemption/forgiveness focused "part 2" to those 3 HCs but years later, showing that they've both grown as people and wind up with happy endings together? (And heal my bruised ego, j/k 😆) If you would rather not revisit those stories, I completely understand + will think of something else 😁 TY once more for your immaculate creations 🙌🙏

yes! this will be the pt. 2 set years later from the first jealousy hc~ i know everyone’s a sucker for happy endings so i’ll try my best! aLSO YOU KNOW WHAT’S FUNNY!!! i remember when i got sent this ask and i just wrote immaculate in one of my writings omg!!! we are Connected

summary: time heals and people move on, for better or for worse

author’s note: this was less redemption, but more for forgiveness. sometimes, you can’t forget what someone did but forgive them after becoming changed people. being the bigger person, moving on, and being the best version of yourself is the sweetest revenge possible + taichi’s was the longest, i am the most proud of his!

there are some situations where it’s best to leave a person out of your life if they hurt you more than anything ♡ don’t feel like you are missing a part of yourself without them, you’re more than someone’s s/o; you’re you!

word count: 4,042 (total) — 1,297 (kazunari), 868 (tenma), 1,877 (taichi)

music: i don’t want you back – aj mitchell (kazunari), you could have been the one – coasts (tenma), wish u the best – blackbear (taichi)

jealousy (pt.2)

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it kept raining, but kazunari refused to let that stop him anymore

kazunari stood drenched for so long but his umbrella was by his side this entire time (he covered himself and watched the stormy clouds part to reveal streams of the sun)

kazunari wanted to love himself first, and then maybe he could come back to loving you

so he attended therapy. learned how to openly commuicate his feelings without constantly seeking attention. made real friends with a theatre company named mankai. found passion in another art form: acting!

kazunari grew as a person, developing into his full identity and he finally knew who he was. kazunari stopped forming unhealthy attachments onto people who showed any form of interest on him and even had a few successful relationships because of his mindset

(all of them ended maturely, respectfully, and without any of the drama being a teen had. it felt nice to be an adult for once)

kazunari was content with his own body, for once. he practiced taking breaks and understood his own limits (not weaknesses, his therapist reminded him, just boundaries). kazunari even started posting online again, making enthusiatic blog posts that were genuine this time

kazunari stopped obsessively checking comments left on his selfies and just deleted any that were negative. but most times, he didn’t even see them because he was proud of how far he came. it could only go up from here

kazunari was happy!

but, you weren’t. you lost your best friend who eventually stopped sending random late–night texts. the one who always had an adventure up his sleeve and always made you laugh. where did he go?

it wasn’t until you spotted an advertisement that had his name in the bottom part of the cast. you didn’t even know kazunari was interested in drama, though he did have the flair for it

(you were too busy with your partner to even come to his water me! debut)

when you attended the summer troupe’s second opening night, you couldn’t recognize the man standing before you on stage

kazunari wasn’t that meek barista who shut down every time he made a mistake. now, when he flubbed the script, he simply did improv and didn’t let his mistake hold him back. he matured to be an accomplished young man with the talent to boot and all the charisma in the world

when kazunari’s sight glanced past you, he barely noticed your presence. he just nodded and spared no more attention towards you, focusing on the play and giving it his all

to you, kazunari was a stranger. to kazunari, you were just somebody he used to have good times with, that’s all

after that, you left and didn’t bother seeking contact with him again besides the occassional congratulations to be civil. he didn’t need you anymore, it was painfully obvious how happy he was now

(much happier than when he was best friends with you)

kazunari didn’t notice and put his energy into becoming someone he was proud of, gaining popularity online for his infectious happiness and wonderful, creative edits

kazunari stopped trying to love himself so you could love him. he did everything for him because he wanted to

after seeing you in the crowd, kazunari accepted you weren’t the same person he became best friends with and that was okay. he had 20 best friends who he shared a house with, what more could he ask for?

(even when he saw your long instagram post about your engagement, he liked it and left a happy comment. there was no jealousy over what could have been, just complimenting the ring without any hard feelings)

kazunari knew he would never see you again, that you were intimidated by his self–love. kazunari wasn’t too sad, just posted a group photo with the caption: “my best friends ✨”

kazunari moved on easily, knowing there was no point to get hung up if you were happy. who was he to get in the way of a happy relationship?

so when you sent him an e–mail asking him to be the best man at your wedding, it didn’t phase him as bad as he thought it would. maybe, just a little surprise. kazunari didn’t hesitate to request practice off and click to confirm his rsvp

(maybe, this could have been his last opportunty to be your best friend)

if it was possible to outdress the couple, he did. kazunari showed up to the wedding in his best suit, gladly chatting up the party

(he knew he looked good, and because of that, he didn’t flinch every time he was mistaken as the groom)

(he didn’t want to be, anyways)

kazunari met up with you in your dressing room, watching you pace as you had pre–marriage jitters. but you looked pretty, beautiful even, but you didn’t look like his bride. that didn’t hurt him, he just smiled and offered his arm

“you ready, best friend?” kazunari asked and the smile on your face reflected his: hollow, but somewhat sad. you both knew you guys weren’t close like before, the same people before. you two were almost unrecognizable, but the love as friends was still there

kazunari couldn’t deny you made his life better at some point, people just change and that was that. he couldn’t fault you for that

he couldn’t blame you for his fear of confessing his feelings, his avoidance of any type of serious relationship. that was on him, and he accepted that a long, long time ago

he was gonna walk the first love of his life down the aisle to another person, and kazunari smiled, knowing this was for the best

kazunari was happy the person you met all those years ago was your soulmate, you deserved that

as the double doors opened, you two gracefully walked down the aisle as he noticed the person at the end was crying tears of joy. they were so in love with you, and you had the same look on your face

kazunari didn’t even react like that, just smiled and gave you a thumbs up

this was definitely for the best

as the room stood for you, you glanced at kazunari and whispered something that had no effect on him whatsoever

“i liked you, before all of this.”

kazunari just looked forward, feeling the rain finally come to an end as a sunny, summer blue sky was shining with puffy white clouds

the rain was gone for good, and 19–year–old kazunari finally had his closure

“i did, too.” kazunari simply said and you didn’t react. it was clear, you both moved on

before giving you away, kazunari smiled, making some joke about being careful with his “daughter”

the room laughed, and he did, too (he meant it)

kazunari was happy for you as he watched you two exchange vows. maybe his past self would’ve selfishly wished that was him, object when the officiant asked, and steal you away

but kazunari knew you were happy

(best man kazunari stood up at the dining banquet to deliver his speech, holding the mic up to his mouth and he shared happy memories between the two of you)

(kazunari almost talked about how gorgeous you looked in golden hour back then, but stopped. that was a memory only his teen self should have, and instead made a toast)

(“for forgiveness, moving on, and best friends!”)

kazunari watched you have your first dance and looked outside. it was golden hour, and you were just as gorgeous as before

but, kazunari didn’t have to be your #1 anymore. because in his heart, he was his own #1, and that would never become a joke

the rain ended, and wouldn’t come back as long as he lived in the sun

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

you and tenma were cast in the same movie years after your public break–up

it was an easy job and guarenteed summer blockbuster for best lead actor, tenma

he was entering university now for acting, keeping a clean image as the media slowly forgot about his playboy past as he shifted his efforts to more time with his true friends and being a regular, casual teen

(even previous co–stars admitted his personality did a full 180 and it was refreshing to see the young actor turn over a new leaf)

tenma decided after you, he deserved real love that wasn’t fabricated by a company

he left his label with a rip to the contract, flipped them off with both his fingers, and became an independent star that rose to popularity due to his honest and brash interviews on the industry

he took on projects he loved and tenma’s parents slowly came to respect him as an actor, giving him the freedom to do whatever mattered to him

(tenma even started reclaiming back his missed childhood, lowering the expectations he forced upon himself and letting himself make mistakes. he started trying again and again, refusing to give up for the sake of his team)

tenma expanded his talents to both on screen and stage, and found himself becoming more of a team–player who was confident in his abilities to lead and be taken seriously

mankai taught him love wasn’t just romantic. he received love everyday from his close friends and pushed himself out of his comfort zone to express his feelings and appreciation without feeling uncomfortable

as a result, tenma was loved for who he was, not some idol image

tenma loved himself all because of his love for acting, and knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it if it wasn’t for you, weirdly enough

you were the breaking point. you set off the chain of events that let him take back his own life and pursue real, authentic things. tenma was still a kid at heart, but he grew up

the next time he saw you on set after providing food for the cast to practice showing apprecistion, he towered over you and had to look down

this time, it seemed like he was the one who ruffled your hair and treated you like his younger sibling

you hadn’t realized it, but tenma wasn’t the little kid you liked making fun of. now he was a strong, independent, opiniated firecracker who wasn’t afraid of telling it how it is

tenma wasn’t scared to tell you when you messed up, but this time, he offered advice. he was a natural leader who provided multiple effective solutions and was interested in working with the directors and producers to make the best possible cut

tenma wasn’t some egotistical, self–centered jock his company portrayed him out to be. he was a childish, fun–loving, aggressive firework who was unapologetic about his true self and put his entire self into acting

it was a particular scene that involved romance, and you had to act as a couple with tenma, having a practice read as you went through the lines

“i’m sorry, i loved you so much, it would have killed me if i didn’t say something.” tenma recited, emotionally looking into your eyes as he made his voice shake. it almost felt too authentic, and you cleared your throat, continuing the line

“i did too... but you,” you glanced up at him, and suddenly you realized tenma wasn’t that young brother you thought he was. you regretted ever treating him like some dumb kid, he had grown so much

“you were so young... i judged you too quickly and never let you have a chance. i’m sorry, tenma.”

tenma didn’t break character, but he just shook his head and put his hand out, knowing you didn’t follow the script

“it’s okay. it is what it is.”

you shook his hand, and you never realized how well his hand fit in yours

from that moment forward, you two had easy chemistry and became friends again. but as you began to see him as a man, he always reminded you that it was never going to work out even if he forgave you

he made it especially clear when you guys came back to that one arcade. its games never changing and it felt like you went back in time. when he caught you giving him the same look 16–year–old tenma gave you back then, he sighed and stared at you with firm determination

“i get it, i’m different now. but you gotta give up, don’t even think about it. i forgive you, but we’re friends. that’s all we’ll ever be.”

tenma was older now, and he was grateful for all you did for him, but he already had real love

he didn’t need fake love, especially from you

after playing games in the arcade, it was tenma this time who commented how fun it was and you could call him up any time for acting advice. he saw you as a younger sibling

you watched tenma grow up, but didn’t realize maybe you were the one who was still stuck in the past

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

taichi, grew up

he refused to ever let anyone hurt him the same way for the rest of his life. he couldn’t believe he was so desperate for love that it blinded his view on common sense. taichi never wanted to feel like he was used, kicked, and abandoned ever again

taichi never wanted to see you again, you didn’t deserve to see him after all this time

taichi began to build up his self–esteem, knowing whatever happened, wasn’t his fault anymore. he loved himself, he was the best you ever had and you left him for someone you ditched later that week

in a way, he won. taichi was happy, confident, and grew up to the best actor possible as he was surrounded by the mankai boys who supported him to be content with life

so taichi forced himself to stand taller, started looking people in the eye, and being direct with his boundaries. taichi learned more about what he could handle, and it was amazing to see how having self–respect meant people backed off, knowing he wasn’t a victim anymore

taichi learned his self worth and moved on, his love for himself was greater than anything he felt for you

(during times when he relapsed, sometimes he re–read the love letters he wrote you. you would leave them behind, not even opening them. they were so honest, so vulnerable, it physically hurt him to know he exposed his heart to the public like this)

(he’d read but at the end, he’d always laugh at his stupidity. you didn’t deserve to have such nice things like his heart)

taichi became even more extroverted, making countless friends as he realized making lasting relationships was meant to be double–sided and not just an one–way effort. as a result, he made contact with people who actually liked him and valued him as a friend

taichi put out good energy into life, and he got it back in the form of fun, friends, and his family

taichi liked making connections with people in theatre troupes on veludo way, always staying back to applaud at street acts and exchange contact information

one day, he came across a recently up and coming troupe that nearly fainted when they caught sight of the bright red hair that distinguished taichi

(amongst troupes, taichi was even better than god troupe. taichi was a resident star that was so nice that everyone loved him)

now, they were his closest friend group outside of the mankai boys and noticed their street act, rushing over to congratulate them

“you guys did amazing! i’m so proud!” taichi fake–sobbed, running over and throwing himself onto one of them with a tight hug as the group of friends released a tight laugh after the nervewrecking performance

“ah taichi~ you have to stop before i fall in love with you!” someone said, pushing taichi off jokingly as he pouted like a puppy.

taichi was older now, less naive and innocent to the dating game, his heart didn’t flutter like it would’ve before when he was 16

taichi just laughed it off, and it didn’t affect him like before. he didn’t fall in love, he learned to tell the difference between friendly affection and true love

(but sometimes, taichi closed himself off in a room, listening to the playlists he made for you on loop for hours. but in his moments of weakness, taichi listened and listened and listened. he scoffed, you never even liked the songs to begin with. he felt silly for wasting his favorites on you)

(slowly, eventually, the songs sounded less like you. he began to enjoy them on the radio and sang along freely, your existence blocked from his train of thought)

taichi added to the conversation, putting in funny jokes everyone laughed at and it felt nice to be involved in other groups. they didn’t ignore him, or try to take advantage of his obvious need to be popular

(it was funny how taichi naturally became popular the moment he loved himself, like being happy was all it took)

he wasn’t clinging for the validation anymore, taichi knew he was funny. he was worth it. he was the best version of himself possible

the topic changed to the troupe’s show being premiered this weekend. taichi gladly accepted the ticket, promising to come and cheer on the cast the loudest he could

(he knew they’d do the same when autumn troupe performed. in fact, they did. it was so cool to see all the troupes on veludo way band together and support creativity)

taichi received a promotional poster, thanking the group as he headed back to the dorms. taichi glanced down at the names, nearing the door before skidding to a stop

your name was in bold, big letters. taichi almost didn’t recognize it, he nearly repressed you in his memory

taichi thought back on the love letters he stayed awake to write, nearly falling asleep as he forced himself to share his feelings honestly. remembered how you didn’t even look at them, how it looked like you’d rather do anything than try to understand him

taichi heard the playlists in his ears all at once, his favorite songs being dedicated to you and you hated them

taichi nearly opened his notebook to pen a letter for you, was about to start shuffling through the playlist before he stopped

he read your name. said it aloud. but that was it, taichi just stuffed the poster in his bag as he strolled in after his first year of university

you didn’t deserve any space in his mind after what you did, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t come support his friends

taichi refused to ever let you have the privilege of controlling any aspect of his life anymore, he was going to that damn show and would yell as loud as possible

taichi knew he wasn’t coming for you, but for people who actually liked him

when taichi went inside, he smiled as his friends greeted him enthusiastically. he was so lucky to be who he was today

on saturday night, taichi was on the edge of his seat as the play reached its climax. your acting, he hated to admit it, was almost on par with his. you were dominating the stage and then some, your energy easily bouncing off your cast mates. it’s like you were born for the stage

16–year–old taichi would have been insecure over his own abilities, sunk into his seat and reconsidered everything he did. maybe would have thought he should practice more, get advice, fix who he was

but 19–year–old taichi was older, wiser, better. just because you were good, didn’t mean he wasn’t any good. in fact, taichi smiled contently, he was sure he was just a bit better

(just a little, and his ego actually believed it)

taichi jumped to his feet to applaud rambunctiously when the cast came out to have a bow, whooping as he swung his arms around to get his friends’ attention

they all turned and waved, sending comedic air kisses as you finally recognized him, your face paling and hands shaking as you didn’t do anything

taichi just smiled, waiting as the audience cleared out and he was let into backstage only to be embraced by the sweaty, hyped cast

“taichi~ you made it!” they cheered and taichi grinned, ruffling the younger actor’s hair as his heart soared due to being seen as a mentor to the rookies. he noticed the way they admired him, wanted to be like him

(and for once in his life, taichi liked being his own person, too)

“of course! anything for my friends!” taichi returned the hug, being the last person to pull away as he individually greeted everyone with just as much excitement. backstage buzz was real and got everyone in the best mood ever

except, you

when taichi reached you, your face was nervous. almost, fearful. you looked wary, ready to bolt at any moment he opened his mouth

(and taichi realized he had the power. he could’ve exposed you right then and there. tell everyone what a manipulative, toxic, evil person you were for breaking his heart. for cheating on him when he did nothing but be loyal to you. you were trash, the gum at the bottom of shoe, and he could easily destroy your career if he just told everyone. they would trust him, you’d be over)

(if he was 16, he would’ve ended you. he would’ve shared all the awful, terrible, low things you did and you wouldn’t be anything anymore. the revenge was almost too good, he would actually win)

but... the hurt that was in him before, the pain that would’ve pushed him to have the upper hand, it wasn’t there. he didn’t feel anything towards you except he was sorry you weren’t with him anymore

(he was the best you ever had, he knew that)

instead, taichi smiled even bigger. he pulled a boquet of flowers from behind his back, the flowers he remembered were your favorite

“hey! long time no see!” taichi quickly pulled you in for a hug, your rigid posture against his chest as you awkwardly put your hands around him. taichi realized it was the first time you actually hugged him back, but he didn’t feel anything

taichi pretended that you stepped on his foot, pulling away with a dramatic “ouch!” as you widened your eyes, about to profusely say sorry before he waved it off

“come on, you don’t have to apologize for what happened! i forgive you, you know. we’re good.” taichi pretended to be talking about the minor issue, gesturing to his shoe as he handed you the flowers. but you understood he meant much more than that, and your eyes were brimmed with tears

“hey~ don’t cry! it was just a little boo boo, nothing time won’t fix.” taichi sympathetically pat your shoulder, knowng you didn’t deserve it. you were the one who wasn’t worthy this time, even you couldn’t believe taichi forgived you for all you done

but one smile and you knew he wasn’t lying

(even after all this time, he couldn’t hide his emotions. his heart was on his sleeve, but it was protected. it recovered. it healed)

taichi stood tall. stared you in the eye. stopped trailing after you like a lost puppy. you stepped back as the crowd took him back, inviting him to the afterparty as he happily agreed, knowing he was the life of the party

taichi didn’t even look back at you, like he completely forgot all about you

taichi didn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, but when he did, he was always the bigger person, acting like nothing ever happened

he really moved on, and he felt so sorry for you he had to forgive you

(you had texted him later that night, wanting to meet up to talk. taichi opened the message, almost laughed, and closed his phone. he left you on read, he deleted your number again)

taichi was his own person now; he wasn’t in love with you anymore, he was in love with himself

and he was enjoying himself

taichi didn’t look back, not anymore

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