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meiiie · 6 months

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dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.

ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.

“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice

this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”

“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”

this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?

while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.

beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-

your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.

those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?

your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”

it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”

you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering

“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things

she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”

“you said WHAT?”

“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously

after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“

“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?

a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭

oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭

Steven;

I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.

“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.

It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.

And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”

Marc;

Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.

“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.

You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.

Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.

Jake;

Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.

"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.

He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.

When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Hi. I’m delighted to hear requests are open again. Can I request general hcs for a Yandere Crimson? I may have some future ideas later.

Also, I noticed some of the asks I sent you went yeetus deletus. Did Tumblr pull a Kronos?

Sorry that this took a while to answer/post! But I probably accidentally deleted them or Tumblr did. I know I deleted some a long while back because people were spamming me with request even though my inbox said closed. So I apologize if you were one of the anon request I deleted, thank you for sending Crimson in because this is my first time writing for him, so I hope that you enjoy the story.

Yandere Crimson HCS

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✰- Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story that is hcs of yandere Crimson aka Moxxie's father but some of know that Moxxie's father is Crimson lol. I'm doing my best to get through these request so that it doesn't feel like ignoring anyone; because seesh my writers block has been kicking my ass along with my physical health but I'll do my best to deliver to you guys. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved. If you love my Helluva Boss content along with this post and want more then please consider commenting, tap that heart button or click it, reblog post with tags, or even blaze if you can. Remember to always support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Word Count: 1001.

✰- Story Contains: Gaslighting, Murder, Memory Loss, Gn reader, Yandere tendencies, Guns, Lying, & Death in the family.

✰- Posted: Sat, Oct 7 2023 at 9:05 pm

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Yandere Crimson who met you through one his workers you were the sibling of one of the demons that worked for him. Crimson thought you were beautiful and that he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Some of the demons in that room loved to stare at you. Crimson felt jealous because only he should be allowed to look at you so anyone who looked at you had their eyes removed and was thrown into the waters. Crimson planned to have to himself that he had your sibling convenience you to come by more often and you did.

Yandere Crimson who treats you like the rarest diamond in the world but also doesn’t want anyone stealing you away so he always has his best men watching you, no one knows that they are there even you. Anyone who has ever flirted with you or hurt you has vanished into thin air or ended up dead. Crimson watches you sometimes even when you are sleeping he is watching you, he thinks that you look so adorable when you sleep he just wants to snatch you away and give you a better life so he does.

Yandere Crimson who tries to calm you down when you wake up in a panic in his bedroom, even though he tells you that;s it 's alright and it’s just him. But that doesn’t help because he fucking kidnapped you, eventually one of his men have to knock you got and Crimson kills him for hitting you to hard over the head, He’s worried so he calls the black market doctor Rosemary who tends to you but when you wake up, Rosemary informs Crimson that you have memory loss. Crimson takes this as a win and pays the doctor; but he also pays your brother so that he could lie to you.

Yandere Crimson who lies about being your husband, he tells you that we were in a small accident and that he’s been taking care of you. And you believe but ask him about your wedding rings. “ I’m getting them cleaned, only the best for my jewel. “ Crimson would give you a sweet twisted smile. Something didn’t feel right but you believed him, he also told you the reason you both don’t have pictures together is because he wanted to protect you since he is the mob, Crimson had created a new life for you.

Yandere Crimson who keeps you trapped in the house telling you that it’s far too dangerous to go outside because his rivals would kill you. He even goes as far as telling you that your friends are working for his rivals so you cut them off. Crimson keeps you isolated from everyone but your brother who helps Crimson with his lies. Your brother tells you how the wedding was beautiful and that you quoted it was one of the happiest days in your life.

Yandere Crimson who tells you that Moxxie is your step son. You want to call him but Crimson tells you that Moxxie is too busy and has abandoned the family. You frown at his words.You wanted to meet your step son, but you listen to Crimson because he knows what’s best for you. He kills anyone that could refresh your memories or destroys anything that brings back your memories which is why he got you a new phone and made an email for you and watches your new social media accounts.

Yandere Crimson who gaslights you whenever you remember something he tries to brush it off or guilt trips you whenever you ask too many questions about the wedding and why can’t you meet any of your family or his family. But things don’t work out when your brother feels guilty and works behind Crimson’s back so when he helps you finally regain your memory you both try to escape but your brother meets his end with a bullet in the head.

Yandere Crimson who tells you to shut up and stop screaming when he tries to tie you up while his men are dumping your brother’s body in the river. Crimson tells you that you’ll continue your new life with him and that he’ll never let you go and if you try to escape that he’ll also kill you. You don’t want to die so you listen to Crimson and remain tied to the bed until Crimson feels like he can untie you.

Yandere Crimson who always has you by his side because he’s scared you’ll leave so you end up sometimes witnessing what he does in the mob. Sometimes as punishment for not listening to him or trying to run away he forces you to watch the torture that he puts demons through. If you end crying he’ll apologize and buy you whatever you want but it doesn’t make up for all the shit he puts you through.

Yandere Crimson who eventually breaks you down to where you now just listen to him and have grown numb to the things he does in front of you. Did he just cut open the throat of one of his men, you just sigh and go back to what you were doing. Did he give you a kiss, you give him a kiss back not wanting to fight. Does he want to cuddle, fine let’s cuddle if it will shut him up, and does he wants you to help get rid of a body, I’ll go get the chainsaw honey.

Finally Yandere Crimson who is finally happy to have you where he wants you trapped underneath his fingers he always reminds you that if you ever try to leave him, cheat on him, or challenge him that you’ll end up just like his ex wife and you don’t want that so it’s best to listen to him. He has eyes and ears all over Greed so it’s hard to know who you can trust that is until a certain cowboy imp wants to talk with Crimson.

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s1ater · 2 years

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crybaby.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. you’ve been hurt by louis many times, but you don’t want to let him go.

warnings. foul language, lil millie slander 😁, crybaby moment (not bad)

ricky rocks. this story was written at different points in time so 😭 forgive if it don’t make sense

you should have let it be.

ignorance is bliss.

but you weren’t ignorant. you never were and never would be and louis knew that since day one, but he always chose to ignore it, always hoping your love for him would blind you enough to let things go.

but he mistakes your love for something it isn’t, and time after time it kicks him in the ass

11:45 am — y/n: dinner at my house at six

he really only got back to you at later hours of the day due to his life conducting of sleeping, drinking, and sometimes working out if he really wanted; which was rare and almost never till his boredom killed his brain.

4:27 pm — lou: got it.

he didn’t show up. you weren’t surprised, but you still had hoped you would have caught him at a time where he was feeling considerate. guess not.

you didn’t see him for awhile after that, mainly because you were pissed and wanted to give him the silent treatment. otherwise you usually would have been at his house and in his bed within the same day he ditched out on you. the only thing that was different this time was the fact that he also ditched out on your mother too.

it was always hard to explain your dynamic with louis to people, especially your own mother, and even as she loved him dearly, she hoped better for you and urged you to end things with him. you had thought about it many, many times, but it just never happened.

you were attached to him, no matter how many times he broke your heart.

he called a week later, a call you missed, but lucky for you he had left a voicemail.

“eh, love, i’m going to be away from the next couple of days, don’t wait up on me, alright?” he laughs and you smile shamelessly at the sound while it echoed out from your phone for a good second. “i know you will anyways, but yeah, see ya, love ya.” the message is close to cutting off until it seems he remembers something just seconds before he’s about to hang up. “sorry about the other night. tell your mother i love her and your house is the first stop when i get back.”

lie. you knew he would forget that promise, but at least he apologized this time.

lou was an interesting person to say the least; he had no problem saying i love you, he said it before you did, but he hated affection outside of closed doors. any of it, there was a rare chance to ever catch him in such a touchy mood around friends, family, and in public.

he was shitty at communication, but almost couldn’t go a day without you when in the same rural area. he liked to flaunt your relationship all over the internet but got fairly embarrassed whenever the two of you went out on dates.

it was borderline hell.

sometimes you wondered if he even liked you, and you almost doubted it if it weren’t for times when you hung out and the reassurance was there… until he left again. you felt anxious without him.

when you first ever met louis, you tried hard for him. you were always on your toes about how you looked, what you did, what you said—all to make sure no bumps were hit. you spent a significant amount of time crying in the beginning, still did.

“lou, i’m calling,” you bit your lip hard, wondering whether or not you should even be calling. “calling, just wondering if you’re alright, it’s been a week and i just haven’t heard from you… bye love, call me.”

please call me.

he didn’t call.

“louis, calling again, please pick up.”

no pick up.

“i’m starting to worry for you, love. just send a message or something, bye.”

no message.

“louis, i have your life360 location on, you bimbo, answer your fucking phone.”

oh you were crazy.

things escalated fast after you recalled that you had his location, where you immediately checked to see that he was exactly at his house... and then her house.

millie, of course.

you had always had speculation that there was something going on between the two of them ever sense you had first met her and she could barely stay away from him for more than a minute.

he always denied, but you didn’t trust it. especially not now. millie was one of the most flirty girls you had ever met; she spoke with her hands, and could barely keep hers off his arms or shoulders, and even face.

they way he spoke about her never eased your thoughts. it seemed like he didn’t like her, but yet he always found himself at her house whenever he wasn’t with you. it was a punch in the face.

“louis, this is the last time i’m going to call you. i can’t do this. i know what you want, and it’s not me anymore.”

you were cursing at yourself for giving up already, so easily; without a second thought—but the thing was, you had given him so much time. you just didn’t want to let him go, no matter what.

the knock on your door was the answer to your prayers; because two days later, there he stood on your doorstep, smiling softly.

you were losing your mind at the sight, surprised, even though you should have expected him.

“hi, love.”

“oh, louis,” your hand pressed against your forehead, your eyes stinging from embarrassment knowing damn well that the only reason he was here was because of the voicemails.

“don’t cry,” he stepped in without invitation, pulling you to him with a sympathetic smile, “you’re worked up over nothing, baby,”

“oh, my god,” you shook your head, “i’m sorry.” you could feel your heart aching.

“don’t be sorry,” the hand he didn’t have around your waist was pressed against your cheek. his smile was soft but pressed into a thin line, not knowing what to make of you. “don’t be a crybaby, you’re okay.”

crybaby.

“you break my heart sometimes, lou,” you had your head pressed in the crook of his neck, regaining your composure. he held you, rubbing circles on your back as you spoke lowly.

“i know, sweetheart.”

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Secret love song (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader

Warnings: fluff to its core

A/N: It will be the first time I write a one shot from the male perspective and first time I write about Martin, so hope I don’t disappoint

Summary: First times are difficult. Even if that means saying three powerful words

“Come on Martin. What’s wrong with you? Just say it!” I say to myself, shaking my head, wanting to get my shit straight.

“What’s wrong man? Everything alright. You seem stressed” Ben White’s voice echoes in my ears, as I feel his arm on my shoulder.

“So it’s that apparent, huh?”

“You always are stressed but this time it looks like you’ve reached its peak. If I can help anyhow, tell me Martin”

My palms are sweaty and my throat is drying as minutes go by. This feels like torture and as I keep to myself those three little words, the more they haunt me in my sleep.

Tonight, Y/N, finally had time to attend a home game with Manchester City, as we battle for the first place in the league. The excitement I had when she broke the news, blasted all over the room.

Seeing her in the grandstands, wearing an Arsenal shirt, with my name plastered on its back, with her mesmerizing being brighter than every light in the stadium, gives me strength.

“Y/N is here today. And I think it’s finally time, Ben”

Not a lot boys from the team knew about Y/N. Only Ben, Bukayo, Aaron and Kieran. Besides Kieran, the other three had interacted with her many times whenever the England squad gathered.

And the reason I say England squad, is because she is Aaron’s sister. He was the one who introduced us at first place and from the very first night, she absolutely took my breath away.

“So that’s why you’ve been sweating as if you’ve been walking on hot sand at the Sahara.” Ben let out a small laugh, but seeing how worried I was he instantly stopped.

“Dra til helvete, rasshøl” (Fuck off, asshole) I say as I give him a slight kick.

“At this point, I know when you talk shit about me, Ødegaard. So, instead of insulting my grace, go talk to her!” He jokes around, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but clearly doesn’t.

“It’s not that easy. She’ll hate and avoid me if something goes sideways. How will I ever face her again if she shows up at more games?” I go back and forth, trying to reason myself in order to calm down.

“Hey hey hey! Look at me!” Ben held me still and shook me so I looked him in the eyes.

“From the way she talks about you, I believe that everything will be alright” Wait…what way? And how does Ben know? Does she talk about me to her brother or someone else?

“What do you mean? Spill or I’ll kick your leg even harder” I wouldn’t actually do it. It was my nerves talking. I was even more flushed and anxious right now.

“Whenever the squad meets, she always asks where you are, as if she doesn’t know that it’s only the England boys. We all tease her and then Aaron calls you out of nowhere”

That explains everything now. I’ve been receiving calls from the boys over a few Saturdays after the games, with all of them laughing and a woman’s voice in the back. It was her!

Flashback, to Valentines Day, a few months ago…

I was home alone after practice, with no one, but Netflix playing a stupid movie Erling had suggested me.

I just needed it to get my mind off. I was a coward once again. Today I had a great chance at telling Y/N how I feel and I blew it. I chickened out and left the very moment with a lame ass excuse.

“I’m so sorry. I need to rush home. My dad fell off the stairs”

My dad was in Norway, miles away from here. And was probably fishing. But she didn’t know that.

When I was almost falling asleep, my phone rings and wakes me up abruptly.

It was Aaron.

“Everything okay mate?” I say, looking at the time. It was 11 pm.

“Surely my guy. What about you? Happen to have any beautiful girl over there?” Aaron voice was dubbed by the yelling and laughing of the other England players. They were definitely all drunk.

“If he doesn’t, let’s give her to him. I’m sure they’ll get busy with one another.” Ben Chilwell screamed from the background and a woman’s voice followed.

“Find a girl first and then talk about me, Chilwell” she replied snarkily, although I couldn't understand who she was in between the loud music and shouting.

"Do you want me to pick up any of you guys? Seems like you've had a fair share of drinks, huh?" I say letting a soft sigh escape my mouth.

"Nahhh, we are just fine. Although someone definitely would want to be picked up. Hey-" and Aaron's sentence was cut in the middle as he hung up.

I shook my head disappointingly and went to bed that day, with the biggest heartache and three words ghosting over my head.

I love you

End of flashback

"Let's go out there and win this. If you score a goal, dedicate a celebration to her. I am sure she will appreciate this afterwards" Ben hit me a few times on the back and pushed me forward, as the Captain of the team had to go out first.

My nerves were all over the place and very clear to everyone else too. Okay Martin. Dype åndedrag (deep breaths), like Ben said, alt kommer til å ordne seg (everything will be alright).

The fans went wild as the game started very strong with the side of City, immediately going full on attack with all their defenders marking us.

They had a few chances of scoring but thankfully Aaron deflected all of them perfectly. So far, things were going okay, but the score still was nil-nil, with the ball possession being in favour of City.

It was now a few minutes before the end of the first half and the ball was around Erling's feet. When he is about to reach the net, I kick the ball in the air and Haaland ended up falling messily on my leg.

I let out a massive yelp, holding my leg with my hands, somehow wanting to ease the pain. The referee doesn't blow the whistle, which means the game still goes on with me and Erling helping each other get up.

"Beklager, men dette kunne ikke ha skjedd på noen annen måte" (Sorry, but this couldn't have happened any other way), he says to me, reaching for my hand and picking me up.

"Been through worse. It's okay", I say back and run as fast as I can towards my teammates, who were trying to steal the ball from Walker's 'embrace'.

The first half whistle blows and it's still nil-nil. Fuck, we need to do better. I need to do better. I raise my head and my eyes immediately fall on Y/N, who has been caught staring at me, with her cheeks fully flushed and a worried look in her eyes.

To her disappointment, she can't come down to the changing rooms, so instead, in order to check on me, she points at her leg and gives me a thumbs up and down signal.

I smile shyly, with my heart fluttering, as I give her a thumbs up and a small wave, before heading back to the rooms. If only I could hug her right now and tell her that even if we lost, all I cared about was not loosing her.

"Martin, how is your leg? Can you continue or do you want me to sub? Your call." Arteta asks me looking one time in my eyes and the other down to my leg.

"I can do it, boss. No problem here" I reply to him, with a stern look taking over me.

"Please, don't gamble with your health. If you are not feeling okay, tell me." he says one more time, wanting to make sure I was fully agreeing with what I said.

"I can play. It was just at the spur of the moment. Doesn't hurt" I assure him as the ref comes up to call us back on the pitch.

He nods at me and the squad goes out for a final time this evening. We need to score. We can't give up. I shouldn't give up. I need to fight.

The only thing helping me carry on was the sweetheart going by the name Y/N, watching us from the grandstands and having every bit of her faith lying on us. Lying on me.

And the game is back on. We do better than the first half, with the possession of the ball being at our advantage. Everything is going from better to best as Martineli assist Bukayo and he scores the first goal of the night!

We all go around and hug him, as happiness can't be contained. The fans roar and wave their flags in honour of this amazing goal and Saka.

Unfortunately, City equalised a few moments later around the 83 minute, with Grealish being the surprise scorer of the match, as he avoids the defence of Saliba, Ben and Kieran and sends the ball right on the net, with Aaron being unable to react.

My eyes land on the time board. 88 minute. Shit.

I wave at Jesus to pass me the ball as I was the only one unmarked by the City players and closer to the net. There was a fifty-fifty chance I would catch the ball and be able to score. This time, I gambled and proved myself right.

I manage to get the ball my way and with a hard headshot I send the ball in the net, making it a 2-1 at exactly the end of the game! The whole stadium got up and started yelling from the explosion of happy emotions and we had won a massive derby against our biggest rivals of the season.

"You, fucking Captain Ødegaard, did this! Thank you" Ben says with a huge smile on his face turning me around and pointing towards Y/N's way, who was jumping up and down filming the whole moment. I take my chance once more and shape with my fingers a heart at her.

She pays me back with another heart, as the filming stops, whilst pointing at my name on her back, signing the number one. This, was my sign to tell her how I feel. It was now or I would forever hold peace.

After the celebration with the team, we all dress with dry clothes and head outside the stadium now that it had emptied from the crowds. Every player, run to either their family or girlfriend.

Aaron looked at me and mouthed "go talk to her", as he was walking towards his fiancée.

For some reason, I didn't feel nervous or scared. I felt confident and sure about what I was about to do. It was surely risky but I had a gut feeling, this would work out perfectly.

She looked at me as if it was only the two of us, surrounded by no one else, with her embrace fully open for me to land in. How I wish this would become my permanent safe place.

I ran up to her and gave her the biggest possible hug, I have ever shared with someone. I could feel her heart beating in sync with mine and I instantly knew, why I did love her.

I love her because she can turn ones day from bad to extremely amazing. She can make you laugh, without trying too much. Only with her wit and charm. She can create a feeling of safety with a simple touch. But most importantly, she can make you fall in love with her, with a single smile.

She doesn't have time to react after the hug, as my lips fall on hers softly. My one hand cups her cheek whilst the other is tangled up with hers. She doesn't fight me back as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate, as it was a way of saying how we both felt this entire time.

She pulls my hand and places it on the side of her heart, so I could feel how fast it beat. How fast it was beating, only for me. My lips form into a smile as we break apart and look at each other with full adoration. If I could, she would be the only person I looked at for the rest of my life.

I didn't care about any trophy or championship. If my career ended now, I wouldn't care, if it meant having her by my side.

"I love you. More than you can possibly imagine. Day and night, this was all I wanted to say but the fear of losing you, held me back" I admit to her, trying to catch my breath.

"Jeg elsker deg, Martin. And honestly, I can't love anyone more than you. It feels impossible. But I am glad it is. I never want this to change" she lands into my arms once again, this time with a soft feeling caving into my heart.

#martin odegaard one shot #martin ødegaard #martin odegaard fluff #martin odegaard fanfic #arsenal #martin odegaard x reader #martin odegaard

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baurbiediv · 1 year

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the group chat chronicles (2)

a/n: sorry i got a little carried away with this one, it’s kinda long!

wednesday, july 6th

[10:26 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

let’s tell scary stories

[10:28 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

nigga what are you?

[10:30 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

10 inches deep in yo bitch

[10:31 pm] sunni ☀️😝

LMFAOOOO 💀💀

[10:33 pm] jack 🥹💝

me personally

i’m not taking that

[10:36 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

jack baby

be quiet

they gon get on your ass and i’m not defending you

[10:38 pm] jack 🥹💝

wow

way to defend me y/n 🤨🤨🤨

[10:40 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i love you stinka

buy me a telfar bag plz?!

[10:42 pm] jack 🥹💝

what size and what color

[10:44 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

medium and baby blue

[10:46 pm] sunni ☀️😝

kick them out bruh

im not tryna see them on no lovey dovey shit

[10:48 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to you

ordered

[10:50 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to sunni

shut up

we know you miserable

[10:53 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n get ya boy

[10:55 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i have nothing to do w this

[10:56 pm] avatar copelan 💨

fights brewing 😛

[10:58 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

never did i believe the last airbender would be one to instigate a fight

[11:00 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

well isn’t there a first time for everything

[11:00 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

true

let’s go explore some shit

[11:01 pm] sunni ☀️😝

explore what exactly

[11:02 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

abandoned house

haunted house

abandoned hospital

[11:03 pm] jack 🥹💝

that’s that white people shit

[11:04 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

i did not expect that

but you got it with the abandoned hospital

[11:06 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

so the haunted house didn’t strike you as odd?

[11:08 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

[11:09 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

…

imma kick you in yo ass bro

[11:10 pm] sunni ☀️😝

🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼

[11:12 pm] avatar copelan 💨

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[11:13 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

nvm druski

copelan don’t make me get on yo ass

you shouldn’t be talking

i shouldn’t be able to stick a plunger to your head and be able to pull you along with it

[11:15 pm] jack 🥹💝

y/n 😭😭😭😭

[11:16 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yeah the plunger got it 😭😭😭

[11:17 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n gotta be one of the funniest fucking people i’ve ever met 😭

[11:18 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

sunni ☀️😝 removed urb 😛🤲🏽 from the conversation.

[11:20 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

HELP MEEEE 😭

add that man boy back, he gon start blowing up everyone’s phone in a minute

[11:21 pm] jack 🥹💝

fine 🙎🏼‍♂️

jack 🥹💝 added urb 😛🤲🏽 to the conversation.

[11:23 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

so are we actually doing this abandoned house shit

[11:25 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yes.

yes we are.

[11:26 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

🧍🏽‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️

—

you, jack, urb, and sunni all got out the car as you stepped down onto the run down road. “now if one of you goofy fuckers trip and fall, im leaving you behind.” you stated as you grabbed the flashlights from the back of jack’s jeep.

jack, urb, and sunni had looked at you as if you’d said something outrageous. “y/n, you cannot be serious.” jack told you, trying to reason with you.

you side eyed him and then closed the trunk. “what you should be worried about is how your car keys ended up in my pocket.” you said as you held them up and watched jack frantically check his pockets.

you snickered as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek before slipping the keys back into his pockets.

pulling away, you turned around and tossed the other flashlights to sunni and urban. “where the hell is druski, cope, and ace?” sunni asked as he leaned up against the car.

both you and jack shrugged before you leaned into jacks side and hugged him tightly.

the night was pretty chilly and jack told you to wear one of his jackets but you insisted that you’d be fine wearing a sweater. but he knew you all too well, so he always kept a few sweaters in his car.

—

“y/n your big headed ass doesn’t listen, i’m telling you, you should wear a jacket.” jack told you while getting ready.

you waved him off, “pssh, i’ll be fine, thank you very much!” you said nonchalantly.

jack sat on the bed and just looked at you in disbelief, “ight, so when your ass gets sick, i don’t wanna hear it.” he told you.

“man whatever, i’ll thug it out.” you snickered.

“oh my god baby can you get me some tea please? my throat is hurting really badly. can you also get me a blanket? i’m really cold and i also really need ..” you picked up a pillow and hit him with it as he dramatically fell over.

“first off jack, i don’t sound like that and second of all, do i really act like that?” you genuinely asked, jack huffed into the comforter as he replied with a somewhat incoherent, ‘yes’.

you laughed to yourself and shook your head.

—

you watched as cope’s car pulled up. you were surprised to see clay hop out the car along with druski and cope.

you smiled seeing clay, “now why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were going on a lil adventure!” clay said as he walked up to the rest of you.

“you know i didn’t think you would want to roam around an abandoned hospital.” urban laughed as he dapped up clay.

you all talked for a good minute before all entering the hospital. “i say we live-stream this.” druski said rubbing his hands together like he was up to no good.

“alright now, just so you know, if i hear any type of scream or growl, im booking it out this bitch.” sunni said as he shrugged.

“agreed.” you said as urban looked lost like he’d just seen a ghost, “look we didn’t have to do it, we can go home!” you laughed.

druski pulled his phone out and started live-streaming on instagram. “ight we back with a special ‘coulda been’ records live, we’re streaming live from waverly hills sanatorium.” he said proudly.

“do you have to slap ‘coulda been’ on everything you do?” you asked him. “yes.” he said, but as soon as you asked that, you all heard a scream with heavy footsteps following behind it.

everyone looked at each other as you all stood in fear, “don’t tell me that was a scream.” cope said as he narrowed his eyes at urban as he quickly put his hands up in defense.

then another scream but this time the scream got louder and closer.

you swore that you’d never run faster in your life.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE KEYS?” jack yelled after you.

“I DON’T KNOW I GAVE YOU THE KEYS WHAT THE FUCK.” you screamed as you made it to the car.

“JACK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” urban yelled.

“I’M DOING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN.” jack yelled back.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO THIS GOOFY SHIT.” sunni yelled as you all quickly jumped in the car.

“JACK YOU BETTER PULL OFF RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.” you said while looking around and checking that clay, druski, and cope had safely made it into the car and thank god they did because you wouldn’t believe the sight you were seeing.

a woman dressed in an all white dress with blood and dirt all over it. her hair was covering her face, no visible face features.

“jack drive off.” urban told him.

“if she hops on the hood of this car i’m never taking to you ever again.” you told jack. the woman began began approaching the car slowly but surely she gradually made her way closer and closer to the ground as she began crawling. that’s when jack made the decision to put the cs in reverse and back up as quickly as possible and high tail it away from the hospital.

—

“never again are we ever listening to your crazy ass.” jack said to urban as you all gathered on the couch of you and jack’s house.

“and i would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” urban cheesed.

“shut that shit all the way up.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #bf!jack #jackharlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #anon #jack harlow fluff

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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⟡ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓! ━━ 「 Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi. 」

gender neutral reader. ʚɞ college au. ʚɞ smth slight.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ RŌJŪRŌ RAN HIS hands through his messy blonde hair. The frustration of not getting this essay done was going through his head. He has been typing away on the computer for hours and hours, only to delete the paragraphs when they didn’t sound right to him. It was only 9 pm which means he still had plenty of time to complete the paper. But from the looks of it, this paper was never going to get finished. "God, why me?!" He slammed his head down on the kitchen table with a frown on his face. He groaned once he heard the ringing of his phone, he glanced at the caller ID that said 'Sweetheart ♡' and immediately pressed the green button.

"Good evening Darling. Have you made it home safe?" He smiled softly at your embarrassed giggles on the other side of the screen. "I have, good evening to you as well. Have you finished with your essay?" You laughed at the silly cartoons on the TV screen while Love cooked dinner. "No, it’s kicking my ass right now. I don't think I’ll be finished by the morning." He let a disappointed sigh and ran his hand down his face, it was nowhere near 11, but he was exhausted. Before you could respond he quickly changed the subject, "But anyway, let's not talk about me. Are you still getting your hair loc'd up?" He watched as you pressed your cheek against the bunny plushie he brought with a pout on your face.

"I don’t know, Love said the only thing he knows how to do is cornrows. And I don’t trust anyone else to do them." You held onto the bunny as Rōjūrō took a screenshot of your cuteness. "I’m sorry sweetheart, is there anything you would like for me to do?" He leaned his cheek on his hand and glanced at the blank computer screen. "Can you come over? I want you to spend the night with me." You sat up to reveal the Price of Darkness shirt that hung off your shoulder. The sight making Rōjūrō choke on his saliva, the dark bite mark making itself visible.

"Of course, darling. I’ll be there in 10." He turned the camera away so you didn’t see his pink cheeks. He still remembered the night vividly, the way you tugged at his shirt and begged for him to take it off, how you would wrap your legs around his waist when he tried to move, and those beautiful sounds that came from your lips when he—"Ok! Love you!" You kissed the camera of your phone which snapped him out of his trance. "Ah, I love you too." He kissed back and hung up. The tightness of his pants made him put his head down once more, "Damn it!".

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU SAT BETWEEN your boyfriend’s legs as he slid the rat tail comb through your hair, his attention focused on the detailed tutorial before him while following step by step. Rōjūrō fixed his glasses and worked his way to the seventh row. There was no way in hell he was going to let you sit around and pout for the rest of eternity because no one knew how to do your hair. This wasn’t his first time doing your hair either, back in high school he would either braid it or put it in twists so you wouldn’t have to worry about going through the trouble or sorting them out in the morning.

Your fingers typed away on his laptop as the lollipop rested between your lips. "Just a couple sentences left." You muttered, since Rōjūrō was working on your hair you decided to finish up that essay he was ranting on about. "Don’t overwork yourself, Sweetheart." He split your hair into another part, quickly working his way to the last row. He could feel the happiness radiating off you, for the longest you’ve always wanted locs but never got to them because of your busy college schedule and the fact no one knew how to do them.

Rōjūrō ignored the cramping sensation in his hand and grabbed the last metal clip to place it in your hair, once he was done he let out a loud sigh of relief and cracked his knuckles. "Are you done?" You excitedly turned around to your boyfriend who nodded his head. A wave of excitement came over you as you moved the computer to the side on jumped on his lap, your sudden weight making him hold onto your waist so you wouldn’t fall. "I love you so much! You can do anything, you’re the best boyfriend ever!" You kissed all over his face with the brightest grin plastered on your face.

"It's no big deal. Thank you for taking care of my essay. And be careful, those clips could fall out." He laughed when you nuzzled your nose into his cheek. The warmth of your body made him pull you closer till your chests were touching. "You make me so happy, I love you Rōjūrō." You looked into those deep purple eyes that stared back at you with love and adoration. "Ah, you’re making me blush! I love you too, Darling." He tried to hold back the goofy smile from spreading across his lips.

extended ending.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "NO WAY! HOW did you get all the Sailor Moon mangas? They’re so expensive nowadays." Rōjūrō looked at the colorful books with his mouth agape. It wasn’t a secret that he was a complete nerd for manga and collectible figures, if anything he attracted you even more. The way he jumped out of his skin when he first saw your manga and figure collection was a memory burned into your brain. "I won them during a bidding tournament! It almost cost me my wallet though." You shivered at the memory of middle-aged men glaring at you because after the fact. Rōjūrō eyes scanned the collection as a certain spine caught his eye.

"Is that K-ON?!" His voice shrieked throughout the entire house. You quickly put your finger to his lips and signaled him in a to quiet down, since your brother was asleep. And the last thing you wanted to do was to wake him up. "Sorry."

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚#anime #manga #animanga #bleach #bleach tybw #male reader #gender neutral reader #black reader #bleach imagines #bleach scenarios #bleach x reader #bleach oneshot #bleach x male reader #rojuro otoribashi #rojuro otoribashi x reader

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rhaemaya-valwynn · 1 year

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Don’t Settle for Less- 6taro/Star Platinum and Jolyne/Stone Free

Wrote quick fic that takes place way later in my fanfic- Void Walker. This deals with 6taro and Jolyne re-bonding after surviving the events of Made in Heaven. Their Stands are fully sentient and Star Platinum goes by She/her due to my personal head-canon that Jotaro values the women in his life greatly (mom, ex-wife and daughter) therefore his Stand goes by feminine pronouns.

This deals with time shenanigans and everyone is alive sort of deal.

Small CW of bad boss who treats his employees bad, other than that, mostly just soft caring bonding time.

about 2.1k words.

It was two-thirty pm on a Thursday night. Jolyne had a few weeks off while Gloria's restaurant was being cleaned and refurbished from the fire Anasui started and that Weather put out. It was a rainy day, so Jolyne decided to hang around her father's house as he worked in his office, texting her mom that she'd see her tomorrow afternoon. Jotaro was neck-deep in his paperwork, having missed several months of research due to having Star and his memories removed. Apparently, his boss was on his ass due to how much time was lost from his absence. Not even the Speedwagon Foundation could smooth it over due to how big of a prick he was.

Jolyne and Stone Free were mildly impressed. Someone that wasn't afraid of her terrifying behemoth of a father and his unwavering stubbornness? Impressive, but less fun and kooky than Synth. Much Less. Stone Free mentioned that Star Platinum could have easily broken the man's bones like a toothpick. Star didn't like that suggestion but agreed that this man had been awful since Jotaro met him. They laughed at the time, remarking about how the world was full of dense morons who couldn't tell they were close to getting their knees kicked in by an invisible spirit.

Still, Jolyne felt irked watching her dad get hounded, especially after everything that happened. Stone Free felt the same, complaining to her till she finally confronted Jotaro the previous night. They argued, though argue was a strong word. Neither had raised their voice, and Jolyne didn't get into his face like she used to. They had both talked calmly and reasonably for once, though Jolyne did vent some of her frustrations to her dad. "It's not fair to you, dad." she had stated, folding her arms as Stone Free nodded beside her.

"Life isn't fair, Jolyne," Jotaro hummed sadly.

Star, Stone, and Jolyne wrinkled their noses at that, all agreeing that it was a poor excuse. They then threw what Synth had said at him like a live grenade, "And that is not a reason it should ever be accepted. We can choose to change our world, and this should be one of the things changed."

"Give me a break," Jotaro had murmured before saying, "Let me think on it for a bit."

Jolyne was playing 'Go Fish' with Stone Free and Star Platinum as her dad worked in the office room down the hallway. Star could finally move past her two-meter limit and maintain form for about an hour or two. She was vicious at this game, somehow able to guess what cards were what with just a glance-

"You're cheating, aren't you?" Jolyne suddenly muttered, tossing another five at Star Platinum, who was smiling a bit too wide.

"No!" she defended, "I would never cheat!"

Stone Free rolled her eyes and looked at Jolyne, "She's watching the textures to the cards. Probably memorized them since these are Polnareff's from when Jotaro went to Egypt." Star blushed several shades of fuchsia at that and suddenly started averting her eyes. "See, told you," Stone Free clicked her tongue twice before reaching over and snagging an ace from Star's hands. "Don't worry. Two can play at that game."

Harrumphing, Star stuck her tongue out and snatched a card from Stone Free's hands. Jolyne chuckled as they both began carefully fighting over the cards, tossing her hand down once they started to wrestle gently. She would have quickly joined in if she knew she wouldn't phase through Star and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, given the nature of Stands and all. But the feeling of something large grabbing her while not physically being touched left her feeling awkward.

Still, Jolyne watched the entertainment as mother and daughter played together. A wide smile framed her face before she was pushed to the ground as Star Platinum pinned Stone Free effortlessly. Jolyne's Stand struggled for a minute, trying to get the upper hand, but Star was quicker and stronger than her, deflecting the attacks like they were nothing. 'Stone, you're not going to outpower her!' Jolyne shot across their mental link, 'You need to use your strengths against hers!'

'And what do you think I should do? Turn into string and net her-?' Stone Free fell silent before a soft 'Oh' rang out. Stone Free's body dispelled instantly, causing Star Platinum to crash into the ground. Stone Free maneuvered her string body within seconds into a tightly knitted trap, ensnaring Star Platinum. Looking around wildly, it took her a moment before realizing she couldn't move. Grunting, Star squirmed about on the floor like a caught fish.

Jolyne laughed and went to make a snarky remark when there came a loud crash from down the hallway. Everyone froze and slowly looked over to see Jotaro face fist on the ground, halfway out of the office doorway. "Jolyne...." came a muffled groan from the man, "Please let Star go. I'm on the phone in here...."

Gulping loudly, Jolyne reached over and tugged on the stunned Stone Free, who quickly unraveled and released the larger, more purple Stand before reforming into her more solid state. Jotaro grunted at the release of pressure and slowly clambered upward like a rising mountain. Ready for him to scold her as he usually did, Jolyne was shocked when all he did was turn around and go back into his office with sagging shoulders and tired lifeless-looking eyes.

"Jesus, that man really is taking the piss out of him," Jolyne murmured. Stone Free nodded in agreement before bending down to help Star up, who seemed suddenly melancholic. "Is it that bad?" she inquired to the great Stand.

Star refused to say anything, watching the door Jotaro closed with a haunting look, clearly in tune with her user. Jolyne harrumphed and folded her arms but said nothing. Though inside, she wanted to throttle the leech of a man and yank her dad free of his hold.

But this wasn't her fight. If her dad were so determined to keep this job, it would take an act of God himself to pry him from his chosen course. Still, she debated calling her ace up her sleeve to sway her father into being... less stressed. Especially after everything that happened

--------------- Quietly pulling the door shut, Jotaro returned to his desk and took a deep breath before picking up the white phone again. "I'm back. My apologies for that." Sitting in the chair, he tried to relax into the leather but found himself sitting straight up and picking at a small nick in the wood of his desk. A bad nervous habit he was picking up after the Pucci incident.

"What was that all about?" his boss growled, seeming even more irritated than before.

"Just my daughter roughhousing in the next room-" Jotaro explained.

"Your daughter? What is she doing over there? Isn't your bond in the trash can?" Matthew grumbled, the sound of something tossed in a metal bin reverberating through the phone. Jotaro wrinkled his nose. Clearly his boss was day drinking again. Star's irritation matched his own, but he could feel her thoughts suggesting to explain further, hoping to make his boss understand the situation or somehow read the room better.

Jotaro obliged to his Stand's suggestion, "Yes, we've just been working on our....relationship a bit." Looking over at his fish tank, he watched the tropical angel fish dart to and fro in the aquarium. Perhaps reading his agitation, Jotaro suppressed a 'good grief.'

"Ain't you a bit late for that?" his boss laughed dryly, making Jotaro grit his teeth in anger. Star prickled like a rising mother bear on the other end of his subconscious, fury coursing through her mind and comingling with his own.

Jotaro had wanted this job ever since he was a teenager. It was the highest-paying job for his specialty, with many world-renowned marine biologists hailing from them. It was his dream to be here. Funny how dreams can become nightmares. Even though he had made a name for himself in his research on whales and sharks, his boss Matthew fought him every bit of the way. Mocking, bickering, belittling, sabotaging. The piece of shit had done it all. They butted heads so often that most people fled when either of them were in close proximity. It was only in recent years that Jotaro mellowed enough not to rise to the bait every time Matthew tried to crawl under his skin.

Or maybe it was just the depression kicking him into the dirt, as Synth explained.

But right now, his anger was flaring to life like he was seventeen again. It wasn't so much the jab at his poor parenting skills that was gutting him, but more so that indication of him trying to mend the rift he caused was a worthy enough reason to laugh. Jotaro tried to calm himself, repeatedly counting the fish in the tank till his blood began to cool off. That's when he heard Jolyne ask Star, "Is dad going to be okay?"

His anger boiled over, causing him to snap like a rope pulled too taut.

Suddenly standing up, causing his chair to tip over as he rose, Jotaro tutted loudly and glared at his wall full of awards and achievements. Once, they were a source of pride and accomplishment. Now, they mocked him for time wasted.

"Don't settle for less," Synth had said once.

Matthew was still talking on the other side, blabbering on about how his kids were ungrateful little shits, utterly ignorant to Jotaro's wroth.

"I quit."

"What?" Matthew sputtered in shock. The sound of him dropping something, probably another can of booze, was loud and clear as day.

Jotaro stood there for a second, stunned at his own words, before they settled on him like a metal coat of armor. "I quit." he reaffirmed with more confidence.

"You can't-"

"I can, and I am." Jotaro eyed the Speedwagon Foundation's number with a hungry look. "Good grief, I've had enough of you. Finish the job yourself. I've got better things to do." Slamming the phone onto the receiver with a flourish before Matthew could say anything more. Jotaro put both his hands on his desk and breathed deeply. Star was buzzing on the other end of his mind, practically cheering at him.

He shook slightly for a second, letting the thrill of being free fill him up to the brim. Snatching the phone again, Jotaro dialed the number he knew by heart. It rang once before it was answered. "Dr.Kujo! What can we do for you?" Serenity answered. Her voice had never sounded so good before.

"I just quit my job and need a new one. Is that offer from before still available?" he calmly asked. The Speedwagon Foundation had wanted him for years, practically rolling over and begging him to join them. He knew they'd jumped at the opportunity to have the strongest Stand user fully employed under them. Hell, he was sure he could ask for a raise if he really wanted one.

Serenity gasped and fumbled with the phone, clearly astonished. "Y-yes! of course, Dr.Kujo! Shall I compile the applications- er- the jobs we have available for you?" She was floundering, clearly scrambling, but he didn't care.

"Yes, that would be great. Send them to my email, and I will respond by tonight." Jotaro reached down and grabbed his chair, hauling it back upward.

"Ye-yes, of course! I will send them immediately!" Serenity was practically abuzz.

"Thank you." and with that, he hung up. Sitting down in his chair, Jotaro pulled his hat off, ran a hand through his hair, and stared up at the ceiling as he reclined backward. "Shit, that felt good," he murmured before looking over at the door and the hushed whispers leaking down the hallway. "Mmmm."

Standing up, Jotaro readjusted his hat and exited his office. Jolyne and Stone Free were trying to pry information out of Star Platinum, who was practically dancing in place. His daughter looked up at him with worry and a bit of trepidation. "Do you remember the number for that Chinese takeout joint you like?" Jotaro asked. Jolyne nodded dumbly, clearly confused. "Good, I just quit my job, and I believe that requires a good meal in celebration."

The way her and Stone Free's eyes lit up in delight, both of them bolting upright and racing off to grab the phone in the kitchen, was something he'd never forget, a memory ingrained in the back of his eyelids to combat even the worst of days.

#jotaro and jolyne #Jotaro Kujo #jolyne cujoh #Stone Free #Star Platinum #re-bonding #everyone lives au #mentions of my oc Synth #sentient stands

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we met in september - chapter 2

Two weeks have passed since Y/N’s arrival. She’s adjusted to home life with her new family and just finished her enrollment to the high school in the town. Tatyana is still in middle school, so there is no way that she’ll be able to help her there. Y/N was extremely nervous about starting the new school year. Knowledge Day has already passed, and she is expected to enter school tomorrow.

The girl has been pacing around her room for the past thirty minutes. When she arrived at her new room, it was empty, say less for the bed, dresser, closet, a shelf for books, and a study desk along with a chair. The wallpaper was a tint of yellow with floral designs, and the curtains were a lacy white. Now that she’d adjusted it the way she wants, it almost looked like home. Her tops and dresses are stored in the closet, her bottoms, socks, and undergarments are in the dresser, and she has a little box to store away her accessories and jewelry. She brought along her Switch, laptop, phone, and tablet for drawing, as well as her art supplies. Canvases of various sizes, different mediums, her pencils, pens, erasers, all of it! She also brought along a few framed photos of people that she’s close back at home.

Y/N had double checked in her bag that she had everything that she needed.

Notebooks? Check.

Pens and pencils? Check.

Items of entertainment? Check.

Snacks?

Damn it! She forgot the snacks!!

Oh well, she’ll do it in the morning. She’ll ask Natalya if she has some snacks she can provide.

Y/N looked at her window; the night is out and the moon is more radiant than usual. She looked at her phone for the time; 9:32 PM.

She double checked if she set three alarms for the morning, and she did. Y/N flopped down the wooly bed and breathed in. It smelled like soap and a tad bit of dust. She turned and looked at the ceiling and started to blink quickly. She overheard a while ago that if you blink at a fast pace, you have the chance to fall asleep quickly. Y/N saw a couple of spots while blinking, then a bit of fluff… then the fluff formed into a face. The face looked at her with a bored look, its eyes blackened and cheeks covered in freckles. The face then gave her a soft smile.

Y/N’s eyes shut down.

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Y/N flinched as a jingle woke her from her slumber. She tossed and turned to look for her phone, realizing after a minute that it was under her head. She looked at the time, it was 6:30 AM.

She rose up from her bed and stretched. She cracked some bones and hoped off. She began her usual morning routine; showering, doing a facial, brushing her teeth, and picking out her clothes. She managed to pick a comfortable look for her since fall has begun.

Y/N heads down the hallway and enters the kitchen. Natalya prepares breakfast and lunch while Tatyana and Olga sit down eating.

“Good morning dear! Would you like to eat?” the mother asked.

“Yes please,” Y/N replied.

Breakfast mainly consists of pancakes, butterbrots, kasha, fried eggs, tea, and coffee. Y/N grabbed a plate of pancakes, eggs, and tea. She sat across Tatyana and began to eat.

“Hey Y/N,” Tatyana began, “What do you usually eat for breakfast at your home?”

“Uh… if my family is awake in time, then we usually eat [insert cultural breakfast dish of your choice]. If not, then it’s cereal or some fruit.”

“Nice to know!”

The family concluded breakfast with cleaning up their mess. After that, Y/N and Tatyana headed outside saying their goodbyes to the women. The duo walked on the sidewalk on their way to the bus stop. Y/N took in a breath of the morning air; it was chilly yet crispy. Tatyana looked at her with concern.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little…”

“Don’t worry about it! Just pay attention to the teachers and try not to get in trouble. There’s a lot of those assholes around here. If someone’s bothering you, let me know so that I’ll kick their ass.”

“Heh, thanks.”

Y/N liked Tatyana’s spunky spirit.

The bus arrived and the girls quickly ran. They entered the bus and sat down on an empty seat. It was loud, with primary aged kids taking in the majority.

Just like home, Y/N thought.

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The bus stopped at the high school. She looked at it in awe as it was three stories tall, a more modern building than the rest across the block.

“Bye Y/N! See you home!” Tatyana yelled.

Y/N smiled back at her and waved. Clenching her school bag, she walked towards the glassy entrance. The lobby only consists of two doors and hallways from left and right. She looked at the signs only to see that there were Russian letters. Damn it, forgot what it means, she thought. She pulled out her phone and opened the stupid translator app. After using it, it translated as Office and Counselor. Y/N entered the office room and was met by a group of teachers. She tensed up and her face was flushed.

A big lady with glasses and buck teeth licked her licks and sneered at her.

“So, you are the exchange student?”

Y/N, extremely flustered, responded with a yes.

“Very well. We have your textbooks, map, locker, and schedule. Go on with your first class of the day.”

Y/N collected her items and headed out of the room. She let out a large exhale and touched her cheek; it was very hot. Great job dumbass! You’ve made your first impression and that’s what they’re going to look at you for the rest of the year!!

She looked at the map for the locker area. Walking down the hallway, there were a few students. Some were waiting for class to start, some were just hanging out, and some were making out. Y/N was grossed out.

Then, she heard some whispers. She could only make up some words like foreigner, new kid, and weirdo.

She stopped at her locker and opened it. The girl then looked at her schedule; she has English for her first class. She put away the rest of her items besides her textbook and closed the locker. Y/N looked at the map again for the class number.

207.

She groaned. That classroom is on the second floor!

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Y/N was on her way to the classroom, only to see that the door was closed and class began.

Shit! Already?! I thought it was supposed to start at 8:30!!

She panicked and nearly fell to the floor. Her breathing became uneven and she could feel her eyes becoming wet. Don’t cry damn it.. Don’t cry!!

Then, the door opened. It was a young woman with glasses. She had medium length black hair wearing a white sweater and black pants.

“Oh, hello! You’re the new student!!” she beamed.

Y/N and the teacher entered the room, and she became the center of the class’ attention. All eyes were on her and it made her shake.

“Class, please give a warm welcome to our exchange student for this year!”

She transitioned to English.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Y/N took a breather and looked in front of the class.

“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. I’m from [insert country of origin] and I hope to get along with everyone.”

Some students gave out their welcome with their broken English. The teacher, Mrs. Semyonova, clapped her hands.

“Thank you dear. Please take a seat next to Dee. Dee, raise your hand please.”

A hand rose up. That’s when he saw him.

Dee, a lithe boy with blond hair tied up to a ponytail, dark makeup, ear piercings, freckles, and staring at her with his resting bitch face. His eyes are what caught her attention, as they were icy and piercing.

Y/N flushed. He’s kinda cute.

She strolled to the empty chair and sat down.

“Now class, we will begin with understanding the basic rules of English…” Mrs. Semyonova rolled on.

Y/N pulled out her materials and followed the lesson. Her mind was mostly on autopilot, as her seatmate is what is in her mind. He looked handsome just by looking at his side profile. She looked away quickly and continued taking notes for the lesson.

Just ignore him. He’s probably like everyone else around here.

#metal family #metal family dee #metal family dee x reader #dee x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #milo writes

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Chapter 3 - String of Light

Summary

You and Allison rekindle as Allison seeks your help in rekindling with Vanya as you’re introduced to her new friend.

Warnings? Click here

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Your very first performance at Club Galerie was one you never forgot about. You had prepared all week, ready to dazzle. When you first approached Hera about using your powers, she was hesitant, worried that some of the other performers might grow jealous. Eventually, she relented, hoping that--at the end of the day--it all be about preference.

And it worked out that way. Everyone was supportive of each other, including you. It was a feeling that was foreign to you. Words of encouragement and appreciation without ever having to hear your father bring down the mood about how you could’ve done this that way or done that this way. No backhanded compliments just…being loved for who you are and the art you create.

You were allowed to just bask in the afterglow of so many people liking you. Not as The Light or Number 8 but just…Y/N and Sister Iris. It was a wonderful feeling. As you lay there on the stage, you wondered if your siblings were also chasing this feeling, in their own ways.

“You just gonna lay there or are you gonna help?” Beth laughed.

“Can I just enjoy the moment?”

“You can…after we clean this place up.”

You groaned as you sat up. You were still in your white sequin debut attire with a nice headdress still secured on top and a pair of knee-high boots.

“Ugh, it should be illegal for me to have to still do this.”

“Mother did tell you that performing is not gonna get you out of newbie duties. You wanted to be the hardheaded one.”

You walked up behind her, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t think of it as being hard-headed as much as it is…leaving responses up to interpretation.”

“Mmhmm, being hard-headed.”

The entrance to the open was slowly opened with a few soft thuds as if the person coming in this late was already.

“We’re closed!” You yelled without turning back to face the person. “Come back at 5 pm tomorrow and you'll get a drink.”

“Glowbug?”

The voice was out of it, slurring their words. There was only ever one person that called you that. You turned to see an intoxicated Klaus leaning against the door for support, a cigarette hanging on for dear life between his lips and a black flask in his hand.

“Klaus?”

Beth focused her attention on him. “You know him?”

“That’s…my brother.”

“The strong one?”

“No, the one that can see ghosts.”

“Ohhhh. Well, he still can’t be here.”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take care of it.” You went over to Klaus who looked at you like you were a ghost that came back from the dead.

“I can’t believe it’s you~. Look at how grown up you are!” Klaus squished your cheeks which allowed the cold flask to touch your skin.

“Klaus, what are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“I was just…hanging with some friends and we got kicked out. I was just heading home then Ben saw the poster and we had to see you.”

“Well, you’re a little late for that performance. Also, I thought you couldn’t see ghosts when you were high.”

“Yeah…well…Ben’s become a pain in the ass in death.” Klaus leaned in closer, giving you a whiff of the alcohol on his breath. “Doesn’t know how to take a hint.”

“Well, as glad as I am to see you…you still can’t be here. We’re closed.”

Klaus looked past you to the messy stage. “Aww…but I wanted to watch your show.”

“Like I said, come back tomorrow and you can. Go home. Get some sleep and eat something.” You gently pushed him out of the club, closing the door behind you. “Bye Klaus~”

He gave you a limp wave as he was left outside.

“Glowbug is all grown up.” He pouted as he wandered off, smiling to himself like an idiot. He was happier than you know to reunite with you.

——✨——

Soft knocking on your door woke you up. You slowly slid out of bed, nearly tripping on your suitcase as you walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Allison.

“Oh.”

You tried shutting the door on her face but she stopped it, forcing you to open the door. You leaned against it in a nonchalant manner.

“Can I help you?”

“Look, yesterday…was not good.”

“No shit.”

“But for a moment, during that fight, there was this moment of us just…not fighting.”

“How short-lived it was.”

“I’m going to visit Vanya. Do you wanna come with?”

Your brows raised. “You want me to come with you?”

Allison flashed an awkward smile. “I thought about what you said last night and…maybe you’re right.”

“.......uh-huh…”

“So I might need your help in…not saying the wrong thing to Vanya. You have more experience than I do. So please?”

“.......Let me get dressed.”

“One more thing.”

You turned back around.

“It’s mom…”

——✨——

The cab ride between the two of you was awkward as hell at first. Even the cabbie didn’t know what to do with all the silent tension. It wasn’t until Allison spoke up first.

“So, I heard from Klaus that you’re a dancer now.”

You nodded. “Burlesque, hyper drag, the works.”

“Wow…I…never would’ve guessed that performing is something you’d be into. I always imagined that if we weren’t forced to be heroes, you’d go somewhere with your art. You were always really good.”

“I was. Still am. I never wanted to make money off of it. I just needed an escape.”

The conversation fizzled out as the both of you avoided each other’s gaze by looking out your respective windows. Allison glanced over to you. Last night’s argument was…not what she wanted when she envisioned reuniting with her family, especially her sisters.

She didn’t sleep too well about what you said. Not particularly about her marriage but more about her treatment of Vanya. When she first watched the surveillance footage, she had thought back to how you all excluded Vanya when you were younger. She told Pogo that she’d never want Claire to be treated that way.

Even as an adult, she was falling into the same pattern. When she sided with Diego last night, she thought it was for Vanya’s protection but throughout the whole night, hindsight told her that there was a better way to convey that message. She could’ve defended Vanya like you did. She could’ve offered to walk Vanya home. She could’ve asked Vanya to stay just so they could protect her better.

There were better options and she fell back on old habits. It cut deep. She swore off using her abilities because of how they hurt the one she loved the most but what good was it if you made no change to anything else?

“About last night…you were right.” Allison finally spoke. “I shouldn’t have sided with Diego…in that way.”

“By that way, you mean completely hurt her feelings, yeah?”

Allison nodded. “These past few years, I realized that I haven’t been the best big sister and I want to change that…and maybe I can’t do it alone. So whenever I mess up, I would love it if you and Vanya told me. I want to be closer with you both.”

You reflected on Allison’s words. You could be a brat, or you could be mature. No one likes a brat…outside of the bedroom. “You know, I was really happy that you wanted to talk. I just let my sort of festering emotions get in the way of having an actual conversation. I didn’t really know how to start that topic.”

A smile formed on Allison’s face. Progress.

“To be honest, I’m not sure if I’m even still mad at you…or anyone. Especially not dad, since karma's finally caught up with him.” You joked.

Allison was shocked but also slightly amused as she playfully hit your arm.

“What? Luther might not like it, but he was bound to be murdered by someone. He didn’t fuck either of us up enough for us to do it clearly. But seriously…”

You reached your hand across the seat and gently took Allison’s hand in your own.

“I’m happy that you want to make growth and I don’t mind being the angel on your shoulder. I really do wanna be a family with you guys again…well…as much of a family as we could possibly achieve.”

Your sister let out a soft laugh. The silence came back but this time it was less constricting.

“So, Vanya’s seeing someone.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, some guy named Leonard.”

“Oh yeah? You met him?”

“Once…for a little bit.”

“And?”

“I don’t know how I feel about him yet but she seems like she might like this guy.”

“Is this a don’t be weird conversation we’re having? Are you worried I’m gonna scare the boyfriend off?”

“No, I was just letting you know. She’s never been in a relationship and I don’t want her first one to be…a disaster.”

“I see. We can always stalk him.”

“Y/N!”

“What? It’s public information. It’s not a crime, we do it all the time at the club to make sure customers aren’t wanted serial killers or something. A lot of folks wanna feel protected at our club.”

“That doesn’t--”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. What’s his last name?”

Allison stammered as she took in this new information about you. At least when Klaus toes the line of illegal activities, it’s because he’s not sober. You’re doing this in a perfect state of mind.

——✨——

The cab dropped you off in front of Vanya’s apartment complex. You and Allison exchanged light-hearted small talk as you made your way to Vanya’s apartment. It was a nice feeling. Just being able to get along.

However, the both of you slowed down as you noticed Vanya’s door was opened slightly. Allison pushed you behind her instinctively as she inched closer toward the door, pushing on it slightly.

“Vanya?”

There was no answer. You both exchanged looks before fully entering the apartment. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, giving the both of you some peace of mind as Allison walked over to the small circular dining table, placing her purse on the surface.

Shadows moving in a backroom caught your eye. Something about how the figure moved didn’t sit right with you. You reached out a hand to Allison and pointed in the direction of Vanya’s bedroom. Without saying words, both you and Allison got into positions that allowed you to strike first and Allison being able to help subdue whoever this was.

As the mystery man exited the room, you were able to get a better glimpse of his features. It was a white man that looked like he could be around your age wearing casual civilian clothes. He didn’t look like he was with the two intruders that attacked last night.

Once he walked past you, you threw a leg out to trip him to the floor with a loud thud. Then Allison grabbed onto him causing the man to shout out her name.

“Allison! Wait!”

Allison stopped once she recognized the voice, she loosened her grip. “Leonard?”

“The guy Vanya’s been seeing?” You chimed in, still staring him down.

Allison nodded. “Sorry about that. We thought you were a…um…where is Vanya?”

“She’s at rehearsal,” Leonard replied, getting back to his feet. “She…she left her keys at my place last night. I was just returning them.”

The tension seemed to leave Allison’s body but the reasoning was confusing to you. “And now you’re in her apartment?” You questioned him.

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve left the key with the landlord or you could’ve waited for her at the theater to give them to her but you straight up came inside her apartment.”

Leonard stammered, trying to find the right words. Trying to appear as harmless as possible to two former superheroes that could kill him in under a second. “I’m sorry if I scared you two.”

Allison nodded, appearing cordial. “Why were you inside her apartment, though?” Finishing your interrogation.

Leonard laughed nervously. “It’s kind of embarrassing. I had to use the restroom.”

There was no immediate response as the both of you eyed him suspiciously, your gaze seemingly putting him under more scrutiny as Allison folded her arms.

“If you don’t mind me asking…why are you two here?” His eyes darting between the both of you.

You shot him a look that blatantly said excuse you. Allison was also thrown off by the question.

“Excuse me?”

“No, it’s just…from what I heard, you didn’t want anything to do with Vanya yesterday. So, I was just wondering--”

You inched forward, your hand circling out and catching Leonard’s attention. “Woah, woah, woah, woah! I don’t know where you got the audacity, but I need you to take it back to the store you got it from cause you don’t have ANY business running your mouth like that about shit you don’t know, got it?”

Allison was taken aback by your words but nodded in agreement. It was one thing for arguments with each other but watching the same girl that froze up whenever she was being scolded tell some dude off was an entirely different ballgame. Even more, which sibling did she learn that from, if at all?

Leonard was stunned before flashing a smile. “You’re right.” He chuckled. “Probably not.”

“Not probably, DEFINITELY.” You corrected him.

“Right. Uh, it was nice seeing you. I guess I’ll just…drop these off to Vanya at rehearsal like you said.” He motioned in your direction.

Allison raised a hand to stop him. “You know what? I’ll take the keys to her.” She held out her hand, waiting.

Leonard shot her an odd look before putting on that same smile and dropping it into her palm. “Sure. Whatever’s easiest, right? It was nice finally meeting you, Y/N.”

You watched as Leonard left the apartment, closing the door behind him. Once the both of you were sure he wasn’t in earshot, you turned to one another.

“I don’t like him.” You were blunt. “He’s weird, he’s creepy, and he’s rude.”

Allison chuckled, looking back towards the front door. “Yeah…he definitely is a weird one.” There was a pause. “We should probably get these to Vanya.”

——✨——

You had arrived at Vanya’s rehearsal building. Allison flipped through the pages of a magazine with her husband and Claire plastered on the front with the phrase we’re doing fine in bold lettering. As you leaned against a nearby wall, you realized you hadn’t really apologized for what you said to Allison last night.

“Y/N?”

Vanya called out to you as she approached you two as Allison folded the magazine in her hand.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Looking for you.” You answered.

Allison spoke up next. “We wanted to let you know about Mom.”

Vanya looked between the two of you. “What happened?”

“Vanya, she’s…she’s gone.”

Vanya looked in your direction as if she was expecting this to be some sick practical joke. You merely nodded, allowing it to sink in.

Vanya looked back at Allison. “I thought we were gonna wait a bit.”

“It was those psychopaths last night. They killed her. We found her this morning.” Allison’s eyes glanced at you for a moment before you urged her on with a head gesture. “Listen…last night, what I said--”

“No, no, don’t…don’t worry about it.”

Your sisters simply stood there so you decided to cut in and break the silence, dangling Vanya’s keys in front of both of them.

“We have your keys.”

“Why do you have my keys?”

“It’s a long story.” Allison sighed.

Another awkward pause between the two.

‘Way to make a girl feel like the odd one out.’ You started walking off. “Let’s go get drinks!”

——✨——

Meanwhile

If you listened in to one of the motel rooms, you’d hear a vacuum blaring through the walls. If you had really good hearing, you’d hear a man struggling inside the room, tucked away in the closet. Tied to a chair with a combination of blood, sweat, and tears covering his body.

Klaus has been through a lot. Not just today but ever since the day he was born. The one day of his childhood that changed the entire trajectory of his mental stability being the day that Reginald locked him inside of a mausoleum. All of those spirits were just so…angry at him. He was just a child, what could he possibly have done for them? Especially when he’s locked away like this?

Whenever his mind was clear enough, before the nightmares came back, he often questioned why they didn’t just talk to him. Maybe it’s because spirits are assholes that had nothing better to do than to scar a child. Could anyone really blame him for turning his back on them? In his absolute moment of weakness, they made him experience such a level of distress that even nowadays, he’s never dealt with before.

Sure, maybe drugs and liquor wasn’t the right answer but it worked. Worked in a way therapy never and self-help never could. He could only keep himself busy for so long until the nightmares came back. He didn’t want to deal with them then and he damn sure didn’t want to deal with them now.

None of the others really understood it, each of them offering something their own empty encouragements and rules to living a better life. Klaus loved his siblings he really did…but they didn’t deal with anything. Reginald Hargreeves fucked them all up and it showed in different ways. In a way that he noticed but no one else really seemed to and because of that, he felt somewhat responsible for getting them to loosen up more.

Luther practically tailed your father around like an obedient puppy with separation anxiety. Diego needed to feel important because he was always just Number 2, in the eyes of Sir Hargreeves. He never accepted that your numbers were simply an indicator of who got picked up in what order. Allison always wanted some sort of acknowledgment from your dad. She just wanted to be told that she was doing a good job. Then there was Vanya, who only knew how to sink out of view. Hell, even Ben, ghost, and all had his own issues. Covering his hurt with bitchy woe-is-me. Sure being dead’s gotta suck but Ben was always pushing and pushing and Klaus, being the brat he is, pushed back even harder. Anything to make up for the fact that he was dead.

Then there was you. You who gave off the feeling of someone recovered from their trauma. You were glamorous. A far cry from your former demeanor. But who Klaus could see through easily whenever he came to watch your shows. You wanted to be seen, wanted to prove that you could stand on your own. Prove that you were a big girl. You didn’t need Dad’s resources, you didn’t need the comfort of Ben, you’d find your way.

Sometimes he thinks you did but other times…there were cracks. He notices it all the time when he crashes at your place. Where you’re overly nurturing towards him. You make him food, keep his clothes cleaned, and even pay out of pocket for the rehab centers he got checked in but never made any real progress. You were his safety net…and it was another aspect of his life he felt shitty about.

He’ll never tell you that. He doesn’t know if it’ll make you feel like garbage or make you upset. If you were mad at him, he could handle it but if you got mad at yourself after everything you’ve done for him, he doesn’t know how he could possibly drown that out.

Being tied up was making him think a lot. That and…Ben. He was panicking his ass off and the only words of advice Ben had been stay calm. Withdrawal be damned. What he wouldn’t give to be out of it right now.

“You know what the worst part of being dead is? You’re stuck! Nowhere to go. Nowhere to change. That’s the real torture, if you gotta know.” Ben droned on and on. “Watching your brother take for granted everything you lost and pissing it all away. Watching your sister give him too many chances when he doesn’t deserve it.”

This was all just overwhelming for Klaus. He didn’t really believe in a god but if there was someone listening he prayed they find a way to tell his siblings where he was exactly.

——✨——

You, Vanya, and Allison had found a bar nearby that had a comfy atmosphere with its dim lighting, murmured conversations, and smooth jazz playing in the background. You had sat next to Vanya while Allison sat across from y’all. Allison had taken it upon herself to start filling in Vanya about what had transpired earlier today. Unsurprisingly, Vanya didn’t believe it.

“Leonard wouldn’t. I mean, I can’t even imagine.”

“How long have you known this guy to say that, Vanya?”

Allison tried a more understanding approach, not really having the same privilege to be so casual in the same way you could.

“Uh, I get it. I don’t wanna believe it either, but why would he tell you he’s going to work, and then letting himself into your place?”

Vanya shrugged. “To use the bathroom? Like he said?”

“Or to be a creep.” You threw out, Allison agreed.

“He wouldn’t.”

“Again, how can you know?”

“Rifling through your stuff? Planning on stealing something? I mean…jerk off on your Mr. Snuggles teddy bear?”

“No! No, stop.” Vanya took a swig of her drink, pushing the image out of her head.

“Look, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but sometimes, men are unredeemable shits.”

Vanya looked to both of you before relenting. “Well, maybe, but…I like this one.” Allison let out a defeated sigh as Vanya kept on going. “I know it’s weird, ‘cause we only knew each other for a few days, but…Leonard felt real. Like he saw something in me no one else did.”

A feeling of sympathy washed over you, of course, making you think of you and Ben during your youth. Coupled with Vanya’s treatment over the years, it wasn’t hard to see where she was coming from. You gave her a gentle pat on the back.

“I know the feeling.” Allison let out a laugh. “God, I haven’t felt like that since I was a kid.”

“Luther?”

Allison shook her head. “Does everyone know?”

A soft chuckle escaped Vanya’s lips. “I’m the last person who should be speaking for everyone, but…I always suspected. You two were so close.”

You giggled. “That’s putting lightly, you guys were about as subtle as a peacock in a padded room.” You told her nonchalantly, bringing the glass up to your lips. The two laughing at your bizarre comment.

Once the laughter died down, Allison’s smile faded away. “Yeah, well, he’s not speaking to me, either… Here we are.”

Vanya raised her glass. “Yay sisters?”

The both of you joined, a lovely clink of glasses commemorating this session of sibling bonding.

——✨——

Then

Reginald Hargreeves never viewed you all as children and he never would. Those are the thoughts that filled your mind back then. A sea of countless books in the library of varying genres wasted no time in letting you figure out that you and your siblings were lab rats for this man. Sold off by your mothers, who never intended on having you in the first place.

Which meant that you were legally under Reginald Hargreeves’ “care” and that meant that he could to push each and every one of you to limits you didn’t know you had. All in an attempt to master your abilities and leave with you with a therapy bill.

For you, this treatment meant you’d spend days sitting your hands in large bowls of ice-cold water. Being forced to constantly endure hours of keeping that damned barrier up despite how much it hurt your hands, your fingers especially. At first, it was a sign that you could go back to your room and cry it out. However, at some point, it meant that you would be put in the bright room.

A room especially made for you, filled with fluorescent lights. If you couldn’t actively improve your powers then you were made to do so passively. The others were under strict orders to never enter without Reginald’s permission. The time spent there varied. Sometimes it was only until your hands felt better, other times it was a whole night. On one terrible occasion, you were left in there for a whole week.

It was like a padded room without the cushiony walls and floors. The walls were coated with white paint and the floor was fitted with white tiles. There was a twin-size bed in the corner with white metal framing and white sheets. The sheet meant to “cover” you were thin and allowed the lights to bleed through, never giving you an escape. Lastly, there was a small square table with two chairs seated across from each other. Of course, all were white as well.

You were so confused about how this room was supposed to enhance your powers since the only thing coming out of this whole experience were the headaches it was causing. Did your dad care? Of course not. Means to an end.

You were in the bed, covering your face with the pillow to block out the lights, attempting to get some sleep.

The sound of the room door unlocking caught your attention along with the sound of shoes clicking against the tiles.

“Number 8!” Your dad’s voice boomed throughout the room. “How do expect to improve your capabilities if you’re hiding in the dark?!”

You sat up, holding the pillow over your head, still blocking out the light.

“I wanna go back to my room.” You sounded like you were tired and crying.

Reginald stared at you for a moment. “And what progress have you made since you’ve entered the bright room?”

You were stumped. Fumbling to think of an answer. “I don’t….my hands still hurt.”

“Number 8, you and your siblings are meant to save the world. How can anyone rely on you if you spend more time thinking of excuses than bettering yourself? Is that a hero?”

“I wanna play with the others.”

Reginald huffed. “You will stay here until tomorrow. Do remember what you were put in here for, Number 8.”

Reginald marched over to you, snatching the pillow from your hands and heading back to the door. Your heart sank as you watched the door close, not even having the energy to cry out for him to come back but the distress made itself noticeable through the flickering lights that picked up in frequency when you started crying. Of course, you didn’t even realize it.

——✨——

After everything, you ended up using your uniform blazer to cover your eyes. It was the next day when you heard the door open again, slowly this time. You peeked out from the jacket to see a familiar face poke his head through the door. Ben.

“Hey.” He called out to you in a whispered volume.

“Ben?” You groaned. “How…how’d you get in?”

You watched him as he placed a thick book down between the frame and the door, making it impossible for the door’s close-to-lock feature to activate.

When he turned and walked over to you, you saw he was holding a small blanket in his hand.

“Dad went out so I wanted to bring you something to cover your eyes.” He sits down on the bed next to you. “You just gotta make sure you hide it whenever dad comes into the room.”

You placed the blanket and your lap and gave Ben a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“Dad’s not letting you leave again?”

You shook your head. “I don’t even know what to do.”

Ben observed the room in thought, his eyes squinted when they moved past the light. “Do you wanna try something?”

“Like what?”

“Well…what if you could…turn off the light?”

You shrugged. “I can’t do that. I can only heal people and make shields.”

Ben gave you a reassuring smile. “Let’s try it.”

The two of you moved to the table, you had placed the blanket around your shoulders, letting it cover the back of the chair.

“What should I do?”

“Try…focusing on the lights. Maybe imagine them turning off and see if that works.”

You looked up at the lights with a strained look before shutting them, the image of those lights turning off repeated in your mind.

“Did I do it?”

Ben went to shake his head but remembered that your eyes were still closed. “No.”

You let out a defeated exhale and you reopened your eyes, looking at Ben in defeat.

“Try with your hands, everything about your power seems to be connected to your hand anyway.”

“Ben, I’m tired.”

“Come on, if we figure something out you can go back to your room, ok?”

You gave him a nod before raising a hand towards the lights and closing your eyes once again, envisioning the lights turning off. Ben kept watch and sat in awe as your hand began glowing its signature white hue and the lights’ brightness began to falter.

Almost like watching sand falling, Ben kept on looking as specks of white dust descended down from the bulbs to your fingertips, the glow going back and forth between dim and bright with a casual fade. Eventually, the light went away as you lowered your hand and slowly opened your eyes.

“Woah…” Ben silently let out as you looked over your hands.

The faint stinging was long gone and your skin felt rejuvenated. In fact, you soon realized…you were feeling rejuvenated. The fatigue from crying and the pulsing headache faded as if the day never happened.

Ben leaned in closer. “You ok?”

You smiled and nodded. “I feel great.” You squinted up at the lights before returning your attention back to your palms. “What just happened?”

“I think you took energy from the light.” Ben gave you a big smile. “Maybe it heals you? Hey,”

You looked back up at him.

“Try…doing it…faster?”

You tilted your head in confusion, causing Ben to slide the chair around the table and get closer to you.

“Like…” He rapidly tapped his foot, thinking of the right words. “Imagine the lights like a bunch of string and you're pulling it. Remember when we kept pulling on the string of that scarf and watched as it got smaller and smaller?”

It took a moment to remember but when you did, you nodded in his direction. “Yeah?”

“Try thinking of the light like that. Maybe that’s how you can turn it off.”

“Ok, ok.”

You closed your eyes once more and held out both of your palms. In your mind, the long light bulb turned into a fabric. You envisioned grabbing at a loose string and began pulling on it. Meanwhile, Ben watched once more as soft white hues covered your palms and small specks of the light came drizzling down.

His focus switched between you and the light as the brightness began to dim. Ben smiled as he looked on.

“You’re doing it, Y/N.”

Within your mind’s eye, it was like you were standing on a table, continuously pulling the string allowing for a pool of white fabric to fall to the table’s surface. You noticed the room dimming as well and you got excited.

Maybe a little too excited. There was a brief pause before you threw caution to the wind, getting a tight grip with both hands on the string and yanking it down with such a strong force. Loud glass popping noises snatched you out of your thoughts with a scream as Ben covered his head with his hands.

The bright room was now quite the opposite. With only one window, the only light was the sun outside as you and Ben looked at each other in shock before looking up at the broken lights above you.

The room was quiet for a moment before soft laughter filled the room. Ben watched as you giggled. “I think I took too much.”

With that reassurance that you were ok, he started laughing along with you. “I guess you don’t have to worry about the bright room anymore.”

The giggling between the two of you picked and was only halted when the door swung open, revealing your father standing there with his famous disappointed look. It managed to undo all of that joy in a matter of seconds.

“Number 6, this room is for Number 8 only! You have no reason to be here!” He pushed the door open more, giving Ben space to exit through before turning his attention back to you and looking at the lights.

You were stuck sitting there with your mouth slightly open as you waited for him to say something. Reginald straightened his posture.

“Number 8, you’re allowed to leave for now until the lights in this room have been repaired.”

You were relieved. Quickly running out of the room with the blanket Ben offered you trailing behind you as you shouted for Ben to wait up. For Reginald, this marked another semi-successful method for upgrading your abilities, mental turmoil be damned. By the time it was time for you and your siblings’ first mission, you’d be ready.

#ben hargreeves x reader #flourescent fic #tua x reader #ben hargreeves x you

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lilian-adamson · 2 years

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@monstersfear [pm] Well, appreciate it anyway. Think whatever favor you owed me is paid off now. Ah, don't worry about it.

I'm sure if I passed out at your place, you'd let me sleep for a while, too. Looked like you probably needed it. Might be good, having somebody stay with you. Being alone isn't [...] great in this town, sometimes.

You doing okay outside all that, too?

[pm] I think I can agree to that. Still if you got a ghost or possession problem and you don’t call me I am going to kick your ass. I’m serious. I will drop kick you.

Yeah I probably would. I’m not a proponent of waking people up from naps that they need. I [...] did. Yeah, I mean it was nice to have someone living with me again. It’s still better he got back to his own house though. I’m not around much at home anyway.

[...] Probably not at my prime no I’m going to be honest. [...]The ghost problem hasn’t really settled down like I hoped it would. It’s getting harder to do my job. It feels like I’m breaking down if I’m going to be honest. I’m not sure any exorcist is built to just be surrounded by ghosts all the time. I’m not good at saying no either. [...] It should be okay though.

#emilio #:/ Lil's just like maybe don't ask me questions

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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@graveswrites here it is, the story that I look back on and laugh about but at the time was very confused and slightly scared.

ALRIGHT!! Buckle up buttercup because this is literally the weirdest thing to ever happen to me! I literally cOULD NOT make this up this is a real thing that happened I shit you not. I apologize to any followers who thought I was a normal person…I am not lmao.

Tw for those who read this: drugs (just edibles) and blood (not mine) mention.

Alright so let me set the scene for you: Last year my ex and I went to a renaissance festival, we got a hotel because he wanted to watch the fireworks display they do at closing each night. We spent the entire day at the festival and decided to got back to our hotel for a few hours to cool off before the fireworks, it was about 6 pm and fireworks started at 8. So we go back to the room around 4pm, watch some tv and head back out at like 7:15. We get back to the festival and stop at a booth selling puzzle rings (something he’s always wanted).

Here’s where it starts getting weird. So we ended up buying rings for each other and while the lady is telling us how to put them together and take care of them my ex makes some innuendo or whatever and they lady thinks it’s the most hilarious thing she’s ever heard so she calls over her friend working the shop with her. Now these women are both in there like mid to late 30’s so not just some little teens and I say this because of what happens next. The friend comes over, hears the joke, and then LOSES HER SHIT! She’s like red in the face laughing and then apologizes in a normal tone and whispers “I’m a little high” the lady selling us the rings is like “oh did you take one of your gummies” and the girl goes “no it’s one of Jerry’s” and apparently Jerry has some strong shit because the girl was baffled by that. Then somehow (I don’t even remember what happened) the lady selling us our rings goes “you guys want a gummy?” My ex looks at me for permission and I was just like yeah sure as long as I get some. The lady tells us to split it because “it’s really strong” now mind you I’ve played with the devil’s lettuce before but this was my first gummy, my ex however was well versed in most types and wasn’t that worried. So we take the gummy and split it. “Kat don’t take edibles from strangers that’s rule number one!” I write porn for demons but that’s where you draw the line? Anyway.

So we finish buying our rings, the lady gives us her card with info if we ever need to reach her and we go to the fireworks show. Fireworks are dope and now the festival is over so it’s a mass exodus to the parking lot, drunk people dressed as pirates and medieval people all collectively heading home. The edible is sort of kicking in but not in the way I expected so we’re both just chillin. We stop at McDonalds for food, talk about how the “edible AINT shit” and head back to the hotel. Now mind you: our hotel was literally 10 minutes from the festival, we left the faire grounds at 8:30, we left McDonald’s at 8:45. We have been gone from the hotel for roughly 2 hours maybe.

We pull into the hotel parking lot and I see 1 cop car, I jokingly go “Uh-Ooooh, someone’s in trouble!” Thinking it’s just a typical minor thing.We drive to the side of the parking lot and see another cop car at the front, I’m now thinking “someone got too rowdy while drunk and probably got into a fight” we then pull into a parking spot and there’s 2 MORE COP CARS making a total of 4 and we both go “OH” now mind you this is my first edible and I have anxiety so my brain automatically goes “they know”. We walk up to the front of the hotel and there’s a lady cop standing at the front, my high ass is cradling our bag of food like a baby in my arms and my ex goes “is everything all right?” To which the lady cop says “oh, yeah, everything is fine, of course.” Making it sounds totally not fine.

We enter the lobby and the lady behind the counter is watching a wall of security cameras with a different cop, my ex and I are now concerned but more worried about not being arrested, we quietly walk by and head upstairs. I should note this here: the hotel was only two stories, you went up the stairs, turned right and a brisk seven second walk later our door was right there. We go up the stairs and at the very top are two cops both standing with their hands on their hips in like a power stance, they say good evening and we both just squeak in response now a little more worried about why there are so many cops.

AS I SAY HELLO!!! I turn to face our room and there is a trail of blood splattered all over the floor. My ex and I both very loudly go “OH?!” And a fourth cop comes running from around the corner holding his nose and sniffing while saying “oh sorry about that I had a nose bleed!” We both scurry inside our room, lock the door and stand in complete silence for a good 20 seconds before I say “that gentleman did not have a nose bleed” My ex gives a nervous laugh and we turn the tv on to eat. mind you my ex suffers from chronic nosebleeds and gets them randomly so I know what a massive nosebleed looks like. We have been gone for only two hours and now the hotel is swarming with cops and there’s blood all in the halls

We stayed in the room all night scared the cops would somehow know we took an edible and just watched B99 (yes I know cop show while cops in the hall) SO I finish my food and lay down next to my ex while we start a new episode, I blink and now the middle of a different episode is playing, I blink again and suddenly we’re on the next season?? I’m very confused as to what’s going on but my ex isn’t concerned. I finally decide I want to get up and put my pajamas on BUT my bag is across the room, not super far though no big deal right? Wrong. I stood up from the bed and felt like a new born deer trying to walk, it took me so long to make it to my bag, I’m laughing hysterically, my ex is laughing hysterically, this gummy is kicking my ass! It takes me like 10 minutes to put on shorts and try walking back to the bed, I feel like I’m inside of a hamster ball and some kid just kicked me and sent the ball spinning into the void. I finally make it back to bed after changing and just face plant. I rolled over and said “I think it kicked in” we both bust out laughing, the time was now 11:45 pm so I had been fading in and out of consciousness for the last 3 hours basically but just thought the tv was skipping through episodes. The cops were still in the hall at 12:15 am because we heard their radios going off when we turned the tv off finally.

We wake up the next morning and are like “hahahah what a wild night can’t believe that all happened” we collect our things and go to check out, I commented “I wonder what happened for all those cops to show up?”my ex makes the statement “surely they’ve cleaned everything up by now” we open our door and there on the white wall across from our room is another HUGE splatter of blood. And we just go “or not” we checked out, got in our car (still slightly feeling the edible effects), started driving home and my ex goes “next time I’m paying the extra $100 for a hotel we know.” And we NEVER found out what happened.

After telling some of my friends about it and laughing they were like ???? Why didn’t you just get your stuff and LEAVE? That’s so scary??? Looking back, yeah we probably should’ve just gone home but honestly I don’t know if we would’ve made the drive home because that gummy kicked in HARD lmao but also we were both more scared of the cops somehow knowing we were high than we were the possible murder scene going on. Anyway that was my first experience with a weed gummy and I will forever cherish that memory because honestly wtf.

TLDR; one time my ex and I ate a gummy from a lady at the renaissance faire and then there was a murder mystery at our hotel that night.

#I still laugh about this #it just got weirder as the night went on #tw blood #tw drugs #tw edibles

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cloudyyoungjaes · 1 year

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Despite it all, I’m still gaming

Content Warning: Vivid talks of mental health, suicide ideaion

A/N: I posted this on my self insert blog. Gonna post it here. Might’ve doxxed my location. idc atp. i’m tired.

I still agonize about being alive. Video games are a way to keep my mind off everything…even if it’s for a while. It’s not much, it’s distracting me from homework that I need to do. I’m actually considering going to the Redbird Gaming Center every day if I could.

I’m in 5 gaming clubs: Redbird Esports, Redbird Final Fantasy XIV, Redbird Yu-Gi-Oh!, Red Bird Fighting Game Club, and Board Game Club @ ISU, though I don’t consider myself a part of the Esports club. Out of the five clubs that I’m in, I’m only active in 3 of their Discord servers, and 2 that I go to meet in person…which is fighting game club and Yu-Gi-Oh! Club. Sometimes FFXIV clubs meet up in the gaming center. All three sometimes meet on the same day. It’s a lot. It also makes me feel like I’m wanted, that I actually want to be around people even if it’s only for an hour or two…or five sometimes. Normally, I would avoid going or if I do go, I only stay for an hour or two. My social battery is always on the fritz unfortunately. It’s always one use away from exploding.

But being around people while playing games? Seeing people play in person? It makes me feel alive. For once in my dull life, the rush of colors fills my eyes. Monochrome slowly turning into this natural sunlight as I enter Schroder 210 at 6pm on a Saturday night. The room is dark as Doc’s sitting near the door on his phone. Car Fax and another dude battle it out in BlazBlue Cross Tag projected on one wall. Ethan is off in the corner playing Dengeki Bunko FIGHTING CLIMAX IGNITION on his usual set up. I’m about to pull out the laptop and ask Doc if I can borrow his fighting stick for the nth since the club’s formation because I want to get on the Bridget grind in Guilty Gear Strive.

I’m about to get my ass kicked in Strive by Car Fax again.

I play against Car Fax and get my ass handed to me, again. Ten times in a row. Against his Leo. Because it’s Car Fax and no one dares to win against him nine times out of ten (he is really that good). I block and I get a few hits in; my left hand rotates the stick while my right mashes the face buttons trying to remember Bridgett combos. Yells of pain from our characters on screen ring in my ear as Bridgett flies across the screen, swinging her yo-yos at Leo only to get blocked and then my ass proceeds to get beat.

(“Learn how to block”, he says to me, going for yet another fucking mixup.

‘I’M FUCKING BLOCKING!!!’ I cry back as I get attacked again, struggling to hold backwards on stick while getting blasted by said fucking mixup. Doc’s holding a lecture on Red Ranger combos in the background.

‘Not on wake up you don’t!’ and I lose. Again.)

My left wrist is in pain, unfortunately Strive’s movements take a toll on my wrist, but a smile appears on my face. I’m having fun. A high if you will, like my heart feels lighter…the sadness disappears for that one moment. (I just want to feel happy again)

I’m at the gaming center yet again on a Tuesday at 12:15 pm after my Linguistics class. Debating whether to skip my Rhetoric class again as I boot up Final Fantasy XIV. I don’t want to go to class…But I also don’t want to fail that class. But having to feel stupid in that class—

The game boots up and I hum. What do I want to do today? Continue Hildibrand’s wacky ass adventures? The Heavensward patches are only two quests a piece totaling 8 quests but I’ve done 2 of them so that’s 6 quest left. But the cutscenes…and I don’t want to skip the cutscenes. The cutscenes look so good with the gaming center’s computers; like I can turn the graphics up to max settings and not worry about lagging.

Level up Dark Knight to 70? All the roulettes are always full of “Tank in Need” but…tanking gives me anxiety. Having to remember to press my mitigations so I don’t overwork the healer, unsure on what I’m doing as a tank rather than a DPS doing only damage, not to mention the last time I tanked…I got goaded pulling big piles of enemies. It was horrifying, I don’t want my party members to die--

Level Bard to 90?? There are barely any “DPS in Need” popups in roulette. Also leveling from 80 to 90 is such a pain in the ass. I don’t get any of the higher level dungeons, but I somehow get the higher level raids and I don’t want to go through that. I died several times to Omega because I don’t remember the fight. At all.

I lean back in my chair, watching my character just stand there as one of my chats pop off. Tired…I’m so tired. Maybe I should just vibe? The room’s plenty dark with only red lights lighting the room. It’s not blaring too; it doesn’t give me a headache.

…I’m going to skip class today. I don’t think my heart can handle being in there right now. A sigh. I check Discord to see if anyone pinged to do anything today. No one did.

Another sigh. Alright, today is a day of fucking around in roulette with Bard and Crystalline Conflict with Black Mage, I guess.

At least I get to see explosions go boom in Crystalline Conflict. I mean. I die a lot like usual, but the explosions and getting my skills off was nice. Roulette as Bard, on the other hand…

Well, at least I have my three songs; I can at least be at full power (or as I can, as I get my ass beaten by Omega. Again. I keep forgetting the knockback exists and I fall off the edge, screaming for a healer to revive me). I mean. We defeated Omega, but I’m still fucking dead. I go into Alliance Roulette, and I get Weeping City of Mhach and I fucking hate this raid because the first boss gives me so much psychic damage because it’s a spider of all bosses I hate this boss I hate this boss I hate this fucking boss; whoever has their Item Level set to Weeping City I hope you don’t get high parses if you do savage you fucking IDIOT I HATE IT HERE--

I’m already tired after NOT dying after that first boss, but regular dungeon roulette is a pain and I certainly do NOT want to do 50/60/70/80 dungeon roulette; I do NOT have the spoons to deal with dungeon roulette. Love this game, hate how I’m about to explode because of that raid I got. I would’ve preferred Algia because at least I got to die to Thal’s Balls and God do I fucking love balls. Especially dying to them; those are always fun. Love getting the balance mechanic right and Nald’Thal saying “Well Done! You are deserving of a Reward!” gives me so much fucking serotonin you don’t understand.

(I wish someone gave me a headpat and praise like that. I think that will make my life a bit better.)

…

Yeah, I’m just going to fuck around with Hildibrand and his whack ass adventures until like 1:30 and then go home and nap…Don’t want to deal with anything today.

(Or ever. I don’t want to deal with anything ever. I just want my life to be over with.)

It’s this extreme high of happiness that keeps me going up and up. So high up I can taste the cold rushing into my lungs until I crash in the ground. Hard. And I start isolating myself from everyone again.

I wish I was dead.

I wish I was dead

I don’t think anyone understands how much I hate myself and I wish everything would stop but I can’t do anything about it and how burnt out I am just for existing. It’s like I’m a puppet on a string and some higher being is my puppet master trying to poke my ass to do something. I guess playing games gives me some form of normalcy…or self. Because what does me screaming while tanking or me constantly losing in Guilty Gear Strive say about me? I dunno, and I don’t want to fuck around and find out if we’re being honest.

Video games gave me something to look forward to but it’s false hope in my eyes. Final Fantasy XIV has patches planned while we wait for the next expansion. Fighting game tournaments are always popping up; I want to get better at them so I can compete and represent the fighting game club. I want to commentate a Guilty Gear tournament; I want to be like the legendary commentators like Bronston Tran and D1 and Croney. I want to be able to be able to just play and not worry about anything ever but everything happens and it sucks; I want to experience that childlike joy again and again and

I—

I want to live. I want to live to do those things. To compete, to see the newest expansion, to be able to commentate a match or a livestream. I want, I want, I want—

But at the same time…I’m tired of being alive. It’s this pull between wanting to live because of games and dying because I’m a failure at everything else. I’m teetering at the edge of staying alive long enough to see those things and dying to hide my failures from my family because I would rather play games and learn about gaming than doing my degree.

But I can’t tell them that; I’m already seen as the family disappointment. I can’t bear it; I know I’m a failure in life…I don’t want to be reminded again. No one else knows that gaming is one of the only things keeping me alive; they don’t know that I want to die oh so badly.

Despite it all, I still have to march on. If I can’t live for myself, at least for the games I can still play. For their stories and communities to etch in my still beating heart.

#swing.mp3 (Writings)#shesintherain.mp3 (Sad Talk)

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jyoon3 · 2 years

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Home

Today was rough—I felt all the emotions I could feel from sadness of leaving my niece and nephew to sadness of having to face reality of home.

I laughed and cried. I got frustrated and overwhelmed. I got scared and worried. Today was a lot.

I left Ohio around 9 am and drove straight to Quantum Movement. It was a long drive—6.5 hours. An hour longer than what I’m used to but I’m glad I made it. Yelena definitely kicked my ass with our workout and I’m so grateful for her and the relationship we have. She could tell that I was still afraid to jump and run after my ankle injury and she could tell that doing the penultimate jump was also another fear of mine after running into the wall last time and getting concussed 😂. I went from clearing 30” to going back to the basics and just jumping 18” and I still got scared. I got scared of messing up my ankle again and I got scared of running into the wall or missing the block. Many fears. Then I was hit with frustration from not being able to get my mind-body connection with my jumps. There was so much frustration. 🙃 Yelena always makes me laugh and we always have a wonderful time. Truly appreciate her friendship and the honesty she brings to my life. After my session with Yelena, I drove my ass to Tropical Smoothie to get some sustenance in my system after being in a caloric deficit—from driving all day. It wasn’t enough cause I was still hungry before football practice. But I ignored the hunger and ran for what felt like five hundred hours. Just kidding but it felt like a long time but I guess that’s what happens when you haven’t worked out in weeks and then do a two-a-day workout. 🥲

It was nice to laugh with friends and go back to doing something I love. I am truly blessed and thankful for the friendships I’ve made through flag football. I can honestly say that flag football has changed my life—for the better. I don’t see myself quitting any time soon—but I guess it’s also cause I just want to be great. I really sucked today though. I got frustrated with myself and not being able to catch the ball. Granted I didn’t come prepared at all given that I didn’t go home on Friday like I was supposed to. No gloves. Just cleats that I ended up buying suddenly between Quantum and practice 😂. I jammed my finger and my body is sore. But I’m grateful for being able to laugh and spend time with friends. Still frustrated but it only means that I just gotta work harder.

I got home around 10:30 pm and was able to eat and talk to my mom. It was nice to catch up with her. I think my Korean is getting better too. We spent about an hour just talking and catching up. Grateful for these moments. I hope that she’ll remember these times too warm and beautiful memories.

When I got home, I texted him to let him know I made it back. I still don’t know how he feels or what he’s thinking. I wanted to say more but decided against it. I love him and I miss him but I know I need to respect his time and space and continue to work on myself.

Hoping that I’ll be able to actually sleep tonight. Straight through without waking up. I’m sure I’ll wake up sore tomorrow but right now, my eyes are tired and I want some peace. Hopefully, I’ll be able to calm my heart as I lay in bed and get some rest.

Good night.

-J

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: there’s no one you hate more on this earth than your school’s cocky volleyball captain, and being paired with him for a class project just honestly takes the cake.

genre: college au, enemies to enemies fucking au.

warnings: 18+. hate sex (oiks is a meanie here but so are you, kinda), slight size kink, against the wall sex, facetiming (noncon to dubcon), exhibitionism (noncon to dubcon), voyeurism (noncon to dubcon), dacryphilia, ass play, multiple orgasms (oiks has mad stamina), degradation, slight praise, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), tit-fucking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, dirty talk, humiliation, dumbification, spitting, cumplay, creampie, hair pulling, pet names (bunny), implied seijoh four x reader

word count: 6.9k

author’s note: not much to say about this other than i’m a SEIJOH FOUR WHORE!!!! (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI)

[2:11 PM]

you honestly think the world hates you.

you tried your hardest to stifle your groan and not slam your head on the desk when the professor called out your name with your self-proclaimed “enemy”, oikawa tooru, for the project that was worth forty percent of your grade this semester.

when class ended, you marched ‘respectfully’ to your professor to negotiate if you can work on this project alone, but even before a word even slipped out of your mouth, your professor raised their eyebrow at you, sensing what you were going to say and just said “just deal with it” and “stop acting like a high school student”.

well, that was an ice cold bucket of reality that was just poured on you.

you were definitely acting like a high school student, and the cause of your behavior was none other than one of your school’s most obnoxious athletes, oikawa tooru.

seriously, there was just something about him that irked you so much. maybe it’s an accumulation of all his actions, his smugness, and the way he turns his nose on everyone, but all the girls and guys seemed to keep running back to him. everyone saw him as the ‘perfect king’, but you knew better. at least, you seemed to think so.

sometimes, you’d feel embarrassed at the way you were feeling and acting. you were raised to be a respectful person with good manners and conduct, so every time you get the pep talk from the imaginary angel on your shoulder, you’d try your best to be amicable with oikawa for every interaction since you shared multiple classes with him. but every time you did so, oikawa would end up doing something that broke your resolve and you were back to square one again. it seemed like the guy got off to annoying the shit out of you and making your day terrible.

with the professor long gone from the lecture room, you were left alone with your thoughts, up until you heard someone click their tongue. you shook your head as you turned to the source of the sound.

“aw, do you not want to be paired with me that badly? i’m not that bad! i’m going to help you do the work if that’s what you’re so worried about, sweetheart,” oikawa taunted in that lilting voice of his, with brown eyes glinting in mischief as he tossed his hair back.

“fuck off, tooru. just don’t slack off on this project or i’ll kick your ass,” you threatened him, anger slowly rising. he laughed at you, mirth making his eyes disappear. your lips thinned to a line as your anger increased.

you called him by his first name, not bothering with the respect (if he even deserved that) that came with addressing someone with their family name since you ‘hated’ his guts anyway, but somewhere deep down, you called him tooru because you like the way it sounded.

you liked the way it fell from your lips with a sigh whenever you touched yourself in the privacy of your room. the post nut clarity always hits you hard after orgasming with his face in your mind. maybe that’s why you pretended to hate him so much, because you were really just like the other girls. you were just as enamored by him as the other fangirls were, only they embraced it while you still denied it. nevertheless, the hornier you felt for him, the easier it was to channel that into anger and exasperation against him.

meanwhile, you didn’t notice it, as you were too busy in your own bubble, but his eyes darkened when he heard his given name slip from your lips. he’s more accepting of his desire for you, fucking his fist nearly every night with the thought of you underneath him, begging him to fuck that naughty pussy of yours to oblivion.

oh he knew that you were just putting up a front, and he let you. he knew it in the way your stares would linger and change into something deeper—more carnal. you thought he wouldn’t notice.

but he did.

he notices everything about you just like how he notices every play on the court. he relishes in it, practically keeping a tally in his head, so when he finally gets to pound your cunt, he’d confront you about it, and there’s nothing you can do about but accept his cock and his words.

he shook his head from his dark, carnal thoughts and slowly walked towards you, shoulders tightening as he fought the urge to slam you down on the table and fuck your cunt and make you scream so loud that people will come running.

you stood your ground as you looked up at him, which is a feat because you were damn near shaking and the tightening coil in your lower stomach was not helping either.

damn you oikawa tooru, you growled in your head.

he leaned down towards you until your noses were almost touching, with his bubblegum breath fanning your face and chocolate eyes boring into your own. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’m not going to let you do this on your own. what kind of guy would i be if i let you slave over this without my help? tsk, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now would it?” he says as he straightened his body, with attitude and face going back to his usual demeanor, different from the one before.

you sucked in a breath as he pulled away and he smirked at you. “see you later at 7pm, sweetheart. you know where my place is, don’t you?” he asked you absentmindedly, making your blood boil at the audacity of him expecting you knew where he lived, and you did, but that’s besides the point. he was just so fucking obnoxious.

you scoffed an affirmative at him which made his smirk grow wider. “count the hours until you get to see me again, darling. i know i will,” he winked salaciously as he turned his back on you, wiggling his fingers as a sign of goodbye. you didn’t bother to grace him with a respectful farewell. instead, you raised your middle finger at him that was accompanied by a glare.

he just laughed at you, “always so mad at me, sweetheart. maybe you need to remove some of that tension,” his gaze smoldered, eyes turning into molten brown.

you involuntarily gulped as he slowly looked you up and down. he made eye contact with you, eyes still dark, as he licked his lips. he looked like he was about to pounce on you and devour you. It took him every ounce of his focus and self-control before his lips curved into his i’m so perfect and you’re not smile and blew you a kiss as he finally walked off to his next class.

you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming as you cursed oikawa in your head to hell and back. the nerve of this dickhead, you thought to yourself. you grumbled more to yourself as you hiked your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the lecture room. you were done for the day and despite what oikawa thinks, you weren’t going to count the hours until you get to be in his apartment with him. alone.

but then again, all you did was lie to yourself wherever he was concerned, because you definitely didn’t twiddle your thumbs for five hours, took a shower and shaved, basically pampered yourself to look good and decent for him. no, you definitely didn’t do any of that for him.

if you were paired with another person, you would have definitely arrived ten minutes before the set time, but because it was oikawa, you took your sweet time going to his apartment, annoyance brewing. what was so wrong with living on campus? you asked yourself along the way, which made you even more annoyed because he didn’t even offer to pick you up at the train station. not that he needed to, but the courtesy would’ve been nice and it would’ve made you see him differently, but he didn’t do any of that so you’re stuck stomping your way to his apartment building.

“are you sure about this, oikawa? makki and i don’t mind having front row seats to this shit,” mattsun smirked, arms resting on the back of the couch in the spacious apartment. oikawa invited them to hang out after practice because he said he had a “surprise” for them.

“don’t know about the other one there, though,” mattsun nodded to iwaizumi who was brooding by the floor to ceiling window, arms crossed as he raised his eyebrow at mattsun. “maybe he wants in on it,” makki piped which made all three of them laugh at iwaizumi while he just told all of them to fuck off. he didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to see you put in your place as well.

he wouldn’t have given a fuck about your petty and sexual tension-filled issues with his captain, but you also gave him grief whenever he was with oikawa and what better way than to witness, and probably have a hand in, seeing you begging and whining for your cunt to be filled with cum?

“don’t worry guys, you’ll definitely have your turns,” oikawa’s eyes glinted as he smirked at his friends. “looks like little bunny is running late,” he checked his wall clock and tutted to himself.

sheesh, guess the king really does live lavishly, you grumbled to yourself as you stared at the intimidating complex. most college students are broke, live in school sponsored dormitories, and survive on store bought ramen, but oikawa obviously isn’t like most college students. you shook your head at the clear social divide and pushed through the spinning doors, the cool air of the lobby blowing into your face as you shivered from the temperature.

you walked up to the receptionist’s desk–of course there’s a receptionist–and you asked her what floor and room number oikawa’s apartment was. you just about thanked her when your phone pinged so you took it out and checked the message.

“you’re running late, little bunny. might have to punish you for this.”

your legs squirmed as you felt your panties dampen at oikawa’s text. your clothes seemed hotter now and you pulled at your collar. you cleared your throat and nodded to the receptionist as you walked to the elevator.

before you knew it, you found yourself before oikawa’s door. you were about to knock but it opened, revealing his shirtless form. you gulped and couldn’t help but stare at his lithe body, with droplets of water slowly trickling down his abdomen and disappearing through the waistband of his sweatpants. you raised your eyes to meet his. he was smirking at you, his smug face satisfied with your perusal of him. he was drying his damp hair with a towel, and it made his biceps ripple. why does he have to be so goddamn obnoxious and hot.

“are you done staring at me bunny? as much as i love your gaze on my body, that’s not what you’re here for, unless…?” he taunted you, his body lazily leaning against the doorframe as his tongue slowly licked the bottom of his lip as he stared at you this time. you scoffed at him, and didn’t bother to wait for his invitation inside his apartment.

you lightly shoved him, careful not to make most of your skin touch, which was a feat since he was naked from the waist up. “you wish, tooru. stop being stupid and let’s get this done and over with,” you muttered in annoyance, standing in the middle of his living room with your arms crossed and quietly observing your surroundings. “and don’t call me bunny!” you snarled at him, eyes meeting his glowing brown ones.

“i’ll call you anything i want to, bunny, and seeing that you’re in my home, you don’t get to have the privilege to order me around here, understand?” he warned you, voice lowering by a few octaves. if you had a tail, it would’ve been tucked between your legs by now. you bit your tongue and nodded at him with your eyes lowered. he smiled devilishly at you and turned his still shirtless body in the direction of what you presumed to be his room.

“let’s do this in my room, bunny. i have everything we need there,” you followed him without a word, realising that you were indeed powerless here. you didn’t notice the smug smile he was sporting, however, because his muscular back was turned to you. each step to his bedroom was a step closer to what he and by extension, his friends, had in store for you.

you entered his room and you marveled at his king size bed that was covered in navy blue sheets. there was a tall shelf against the off white walls that was filled with a few alien and ufo figurines, trophies, and framed pictures of him and his team.

you turned to him to ask about what he wanted to do until you felt him loom over you. he looked at you like you were his prey and he was the predator, which was not a far cry because you really did feel like a bunny and he was the big bad wolf. his dark eyes seared into your body as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

in one blink, he had you on your back on the soft bed with your wrists pinned together with one big hand as he nuzzled his nose on your neck and inhaled. “you smell so good, bunny. did you clean yourself up for me?” he hummed and shamelessly snaked out his tongue to lick a stripe on your neck which made you squeal at the hot and wet muscle against your skin. “taste good too,” he chuckled, the vibrations and heat of his breath making your spine tingle and arousal grow.

his timing was impeccable, he pinned you down before you even had the chance to notice the phone propped on the table beside his bed, with a fancy desktop where a few books laid askew, and his friends staring intently from the small screen. mattsun opened his mouth and before he could break the tension, makki slapped his hand over it and quietly shushed him. iwaizumi was too transfixed at the situation before him to reprimand mattsun for almost interrupting.

“t-tooru! get off—” you weren’t able to finish your sentence before oikawa bit the skin of your neck to quiet you down. “you should be honest with yourself, you know? i know how you look at me,” he teased you, slowly kissing down your body through your shirt.

“not so feisty now, hm? you’re so putty in my hands,” he rose to his knees on the bed and let go of your wrists. you raised your arm to slap him on the face but he caught it, he also grabbed your other arm and slightly squeezed them as a sign of warning. “there she is, my feisty little girl,” he smirked down at you. his brown hair glistening in the low light of his bedroom as his dark eyes glinted at you.

he transferred your other wrist to his one hand as he slowly untied the strings on his sweatpants. you didn’t miss the growing bulge in pants, cock hardening at what was about to happen. you swallowed the lump in your throat because after so many nights of fantasizing and imagining, you’re going to finally see what he would look like under all those clothes.

“you want my cock? of course you do, your eyes are practically dripping with greed,” he mocked you, his hand slowly lowering his pants until his naked cock sprang free and bounced on his abdomen. fuck, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. your pussy gushed at the thought of him lounging around his apartment with only a thin fabric separating his cock from exposure.

“got nothing to say, hm? i was hoping you’d run your mouth just so i could have the excuse of shutting you up with my cock,” he taunted, eyes studying your face as a smirk stretched his lips. “did seeing my cock shut you up? i do have a pretty cock, don’t i?” he questioned you rhetorically.

you hated it because he was right. his cock was as pretty as him and it was enough to swallow on the words rising from your throat. it wasn’t overly girthy but you knew that it would still cause damage just by watching it pulse and throb, with pre-cum leaking from its tip.

“i’m going to let go of your hands now, slutty bunny, and you’re going to suck my cock until i fill your throat and mouth with my hot cum,” he told you in a matter of fact tone, and you really wished your weak self would protest and shove him away and bolt from his apartment to disappear from the face of the earth, but you couldn’t deny this opportunity, couldn’t deny yourself anymore, and oikawa knew that. he’s playing you like a fiddle and you’re absolutely falling for it.

he let go of your hands and you immediately gripped his cock, the other one holding on to his muscled thigh for balance. you licked one long line on the underside of his shaft before going back to suck the pre-cum on his tip. he tightly closed his eyes as he groaned, putting one hand on the back of your head and felt his thigh tense at the stimulation brought by your tongue.

your lips curled into a smug smile at oikawa’s reaction. he noticed it and glared down at you, he was about to say something before you widened your mouth to fit his entire cock in one go. you slightly gagged when he hit the back of your throat. oikawa threw his head back as he let out a long and loud moan, cock twitching in the heat and wetness of your mouth.

determined to make oikawa lose his shit, you started bobbing your head as you licked and sucked on his throbbing cock, maintaining eye contact with him. his lips were parted as he stared down at your moving head, eyes smoldering and grip tightening. you watched as his chest heaved up and down, his breathing becoming heavier.

oikawa lightly shook his head to get rid of the haze your mouth put him in and squeezed the roots of your hair. you moaned in pain while you narrowed your eyes at him. just when you were about to give him a lashing, he cut you off.

“my cock may be in your mouth but this is not your time to shine, bunny. you do have a good mouth on you, but i’m here to fuck that mouth until you learn your place,” he growled at you, the vein in his temple pulsing as he tried to regain control.

you didn’t even have time to think before he pulled out and slammed his cock back inside your mouth, balls hitting your chin. you cried around his cock as your eyes immediately watered at the sudden force of his thrust. you squeezed his thighs as a sign for him to settle before he fucked your mouth like a fleshlight.

unfortunately, he only gave you a few moments to get used to his size before his hands bundled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and used them as leverage to fuck his cock in and out of your mouth. he groaned as he watched the tears from your eyes fall around your full cheeks as you moaned like a whore with his cock in your mouth.

“i bet you touch yourself to the thought of me, huh?” he taunted you, not stopping from his thrusts. you whined pathetically and felt slick from your cunt wet your panties. “fuck, you do. just how much of a slutty hypocrite are you? all you do is lie to yourself-shit, that’s good–and pretend to hate me when you’re just like everyone else,” he growled, thrusting deep until he hit the back of your throat, clearly frustrated with your actions. you were slobbering all over his cock, saliva and pre-cum staining your face with how fast he was thrusting, while it dripped on the sheets below you.

his groans grew louder and his thrusts became sloppier as he neared his orgasm. you so badly wanted to touch yourself but with the way you were positioned, you’d end up choking on oikawa’s cock if you removed your hands from his thighs. instead, you tried your best to ignore the growing ache in your pussy.

“swallow all my cum, you slutty whore,” he ordered you, voice straining as he delivered one final thrust inside of your mouth before you felt the warm spurts of his cum paint the insides of your mouth and throat. you moaned at the heat, your mouth so full of his cock and cum that you tapped his thigh to give you room to breathe. thankfully, he pulled out his cock with a pop as you inhaled loudly, throat raw from the fucking it experienced.

even if he didn’t tell you, you would’ve swallowed his cum to try and make a statement. he gripped your chin as he inspected your mouth, eyes flashing in satisfaction when he saw your mouth empty. “that’s a good fucking girl,” he said, thumb going inside of your mouth as he pushed on your tongue. you closed your eyes as you breathed heavily, hands hanging limply on your thighs.

oikawa seized the opportunity to swiftly look at his phone, smirking at his friends when he noticed them shifting uncomfortably. iwaizumi flipped him off and oikawa just winked at him.

he turned back to you with your eyes still closed, stealthily blocking your view of his phone as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and licked it. his cock was still hard, owing to the pent-up tension that you have been giving him ever since day one.

he shoved you so your back landed on the bed as he straddled your waist, kicking off the rest of his sweatpants and chucking them to the floor. you opened your eyes as you yelped at the sudden movement, wondering what the fuck he was going to do now.

“what are you do–” you questioned him, but before you could finish, he ripped your shirt into two pieces. your eyes widened in protest as your sports bra-clad chest was exposed to him. “i’m going to fuck these pretty tits, whore,” he said as he squeezed your breasts together and groped them, making your nipples harden into peaks.

you moaned at his touch, finally feeling some stimulation on your body after aching for so long. he lowered his head down to your chest and started sucking on your nipple through the fabric. you threw your head back on his pillow and whined, his hard cock grinding on your thigh at the sounds you were making. he sucked and licked until your back arched to him, silently begging for more.

he raised his head from your chest which made you whimper at the loss of warmth. he looked wild, like he was a man on a mission.

his large hands reached for your bra and stretched the fabric until your tits were exposed to the cool air of his room. you moaned at the feeling of being exposed to oikawa, he stared at your hardened nipples, watching as his cock twitched against his abdomen. you watched his adam’s apple bob until you saw his mouth open. he spit on the valley between your breasts, string connecting from his lips. you moaned at the obscenity of his actions, spit feeling cold and thick as it ran down your chest.

he groaned at the sight, one hand guiding his cock under your bra and inserting himself between your tits. once he settled in between them, he squeezed them together to create that tightness. it wasn’t enough but he’s been wanting to fuck your tits, and it’s finally happening now. he thrusted and groaned at the softness of your breasts squeezing his cock.

his cockhead hit your chin, making it wet with your saliva mixed with his cum. your body rocked along with his thrusts, hearing him grunt and moan as he squeezed and fucked your tits. you wanted to touch yourself, but he was holding you down so you couldn’t reach your pussy. his thrusts became faster and your breasts became wetter as he neared his second orgasm of the night.

you watched him and you became even more annoyed because even in the throes of passion, he was still so pretty. pink lips parted as he breathed loudly, brown eyes darkening the more he looked at you, and that drop of sweat from his neck going down his defined chest.

“g-gonna cum bunny, fuck,” he grunted loudly, head thrown back as his cock spilled his cum and landed on your chin, neck, and chest. he stopped moving and stared at his work in amazement. you glared at him, because although he looked divine when he came, you still hadn’t experienced any type of relief for the night.

“tooru, i’m starting to think you can’t make a girl cum,” you raised your eyebrow in defiance, looking at him boredly, arms supporting you as you lifted your body in a sitting position. “all you did was pleasure yourself. do you even know how to pleasure a girl?” you taunted him, displeasure clearly written over your face. he watched your expression and smirked to himself.

the nerve of this guy.

“oh bunny, i can definitely pleasure you and make you cum. several times, in fact,” he said, eyes tracing his finger as he spread his cum all over your chest. “i just had the foresight to let myself cum twice because if i went straight to fucking you, you’d pass out before i even got my fill of you,” he purred, cock twitching again.

“and i want you to be aware of everything i’m going to do to your body,” he ended his statement with a pinch to your nipple. you yelped at the sting and swatted his hand away. he let out a low laugh before he grabbed your hips and abruptly flipped you over to your stomach.

“let’s remove these pesky shorts, shall we?” he said as he slapped your ass hard. you squealed at the pain, almost forgetting that he’s a volleyball captain and you’ve seen how lethal his serves can be. but you know that he’s not putting all of his strength in that slap. he laughed at your reaction and slapped the other cheek of your ass before pulling your shorts down and throwing it to the floor, eyes subtly flicking to the table.

“pretty ass wearing pretty panties,” he whispered, his index finger tracing the white lace of your panties. your face flushed in embarrassment because you know he’s thinking that you wore those for him. you did, but you’re never going to admit that.

never in a million years.

“your reaction tells me all i need to know, bunny. you definitely wore these for me,” he growled, his large hand coming down to your ass again as you cried at the pain. he watched the plumpness of your ass jiggle before he landed a few more consecutive slaps on the skin.

satisfied with the redness of your ass and the whimpering that came out of your mouth, he tore your panties into two flimsy pieces. he slowly removed them from your pussy, your wetness clinging on to them and forming a string. “can’t wait to fuck this dirty pussy, bunny,” he groaned as he watched it, cock pulsing at the tip.

he didn’t even bother removing your cum stained bra before he pulled your hips up until you were on your knees. he pushed his hand on your lower back, forming a deep arch until you bared your wet pussy to him. leaving one hand on your hip, he guided his throbbing cock to your clenching pussy and ran his tip along your folds. both of you moaned at the stimulation, sensitivity running down your bodies. you gulped at how he was going to make himself fit.

he stopped at your clenching hole before he pushed the tip in, squeezing your hip as he groaned, feeling the tightness around his head. you were about to thrust yourself on his cock because he was taking his sweet time before he shoved himself, making the both of you cry out as he bottomed out in your pussy. he gave an experimental roll of his hips which made your pussy flutter around his cock. he moaned at the sensation, bracing both of his hands on your hips.

he pulled back out and thrusted harder this time, drawing out a moan from you at the force and fisted the sheets in your hands. he began snapping his hips against your ass as you moaned louder.

“look at how my cock’s splitting you,” he grunted, eyes trained at how his cock was disappearing in your cunt. “swallowing my cock like it’s nobody’s business. your fingers aren’t enough. no, you need my cock,” he hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard thrust. he slapped your ass every time he thrusted back in, the double stimulation making you moan like a whore.

his obsession with your ass didn’t stop there. he stopped spanking your ass and centered on the puckered ring that was slightly clenching. he tilted his head to the side and stared at it in wonder. he gathered the saliva in his mouth as he spat on it. you squealed at the new sensation, body rubbing against the bed as he brought his thumb to play with the tight ring, an area you never dared to touch.

“t-tooru, that’s dirty!” you cried out in indignation, trying to squirm away from his finger, but you couldn’t because his cock was drilling your pussy to the bed.

“so? it’s perfect for a fucking dirty girl like you,” he growled, thinking twice if he should insert his thumb in your asshole, but he decided not to. he figured you weren’t ready for that, yet.

he removed his finger from your asshole as he gripped your hips to fuck you even harder, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t able to plunge his thumb in your ass. you moaned at the harshness of his thrusts as he pushed on the back of your neck to the bed. you whined at the pressure, switching your head to the side as you focused on oikawa’s brutal thrusts. that was when you noticed a phone on the table, seeing three red faces peering at you.

“oh my god, are they watching us?!” your eyes widened as you cried out. oikawa looked to the side and chuckled. “took you long enough. they were starting to feel lonely because you weren’t noticing them–fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he hissed as he felt your cunt tighten around his cock.

“why don’t you scream for them as well, hm?” he said as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that made you moan loudly while looking at his friends. iwa, makki, and mattsun groaned at your reaction, shifting their pants as they stayed in their respective places in the next room.

“t-tooru, please turn off your phone!” you cried, tears streaming down your face as you felt shame, embarrassment, and surprisingly, arousal creeping up your sweaty body. were you getting turned on by his friends watching your pussy get fucked?

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry,” he groaned as he spanked your ass once more, thrusting harder as he felt your cunt squeeze the shit out of his cock, clearly enjoying the fact that you were getting excited about being watched.

“and besides, i don’t think you really want me to. i think you like getting fucked stupid for my friends to see,” oikawa taunted you, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips. he moved your bodies so you were facing his phone head on, your fucked out face clear for them to watch. you lowered your head to save some of your dignity but he pulled your hair, neck straining as he showed your face to show them.

“tsk, don’t hide your face from them, bunny, let them see how good i’m fucking you,” he said as he looked at his phone, smirking at his friends who glared at him, clearly wanting to leave and bust the door down just to prove him wrong.

“after all, you are an attention whore. i’m just giving you what you want,” he whispered as he leaned down to bite the lobe of your ear. you whined at his strong thrusts, slick from your pussy sliding down your thighs.

“maybe you want them to come in here after i’m done with you and use you as a cum dumpster, do you want that?” he asks, hips thrusting hard as his balls hit your sopping cunt. you whined at his statement, hands gripping the sheets as your vision blurred from the pleasure.

“y-yes i want that! shit, t-tooru, feels so fucking good,” you whined, brain turning into mush as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. your legs were starting to tremble as your orgasm was fast approaching. oikawa knew you were going to cum so he pulled your hair harder and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his sweaty torso covering the expanse of your back.

“it’s okay, you can say it, tell me you love the way i’m fucking this filthy pussy. you’re the only one who doesn’t want to admit it,” he growled in your ear as he furiously played with your clit, making the knot in your stomach threaten to burst from his ministrations.

“i l-love the way you’re f-fucking me tooru! so fucking good, yes—!” you screamed as you came all around his cock, body shaking from the intense orgasm. oikawa groaned loudly as he filled you up with his cum, yours mixing with his. you moaned at the warmth in your pussy, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your senses. he came so much that it was sliding down your legs and staining his sheets.

you looked up at his phone and saw his friends staring at you with their jaws dropped. you would laugh at how comical they looked if you hadn’t just experienced the best fucking of your life, though you’ll never say that to oikawa. ever. you sighed instead, feeling icky with all the cum on and in your body.

you were about to lay on your back until oikawa carried you off the bed and slammed you against the wall, his hand cushioning your head from the hard cement. you yelped as your head spinned from the sudden movement.

“oh? you thought we were done? i promised to make you cum several times, didn’t i?” he smirked at you. you were amazed at his strength, his biceps flexing as he wrapped your still shaking legs around his waist. he didn’t even give you time to breathe before he plunged his hard cock inside your leaking pussy. fuck, this man’s stamina is endless.

you moaned wantonly as he pistoned his hips in and out of your cunt, hands squeezing the back of your thighs. your sweaty back was sliding against the wall as your body moved up and down, hands holding his shoulders for support. you noticed that you were still wearing your bra and it made you uncomfortable at the restriction it was causing to your tits.

“we want to see her tits, oikawa!” mattsun exclaimed. he was practically bouncing in his seat in excitement. iwaizumi didn’t stop him because he wanted to see your breasts too.

oikawa smirked, “you heard what he said, wanna show these tits to them?” you nodded frantically, embarrassment nowhere to be found as you removed your hands from his shoulders, finally removing the stained fabric from your chest. oikawa squeezed them with one big hand as soon as they were exposed causing all of them to collectively groan at the sight while oikawa continued fucking you.

“you walk around hating me only for you to end up getting fucked by my cock?” he growled at you as he ended his sentence with a hard thrust. “how pathetic and cock-hungry you must be. such a fucking whore.” you whined at his words, not being able to say anything because it was true. you were a cock-hungry whore for him, and you loved how he was fucking you with pent-up anger and frustration.

he squeezed your hips tighter, all the accumulated fluids in between you making lewd squelching sounds as you neared your orgasm once again. “to–tooru, fuck!” you screamed, cunt clenching as his cock hit your sweet and sensitive spot, walls fluttering around him.

“cum for me, whore,” he growled as he lowered his head to bite your neck. you came with a scream as you left red lines on his shoulders. his thrusts slowed down as he set your shaking legs down to the floor. he was still inside of you as he leaned his forehead down to yours, eyes closed as a drop of sweat fell from his hairline. his defined chest heaved as he fought to catch his breaths.

he carried you back to the bed with his cock still inside you. you thought he was going to pull out until he grabbed your limp legs and put them on his shoulders. you moaned at the new position, weakly trying to push him away because you were so tired. “n-no more tooru, t-too sensitive!” you weakly protested, hands trying to push yourself away from him.

“i think your dirty cunt can give me one more orgasm, hm? can you be a good whore and do that for me?” he cooed at you, thumbs slightly rubbing your ankles. you softly nodded at him, enamored by his sparkling brown eyes, or were you just drunk on his cum and musky scent? either way, his cock was too good to deny, even if your pussy was already close to being numb.

he smiled devilishly at you, he hugged your legs closer to his body as he started thrusting once more. you were practically incoherent, mouth sputtering unintelligible words and high pitched whines as oikawa rode your pussy. he let one leg fall off his shoulder as he gripped the headboard, mattress squeaking from his deep thrusts.

you watched as a drop of sweat fell from his neck and travelled down his chest and abdomen to mix with your joined bodies. you were so wet and slick down there that every thrust oikawa made only served to make your pussy throb and pulse around him more. you were moaning with reckless abandon, uncaring of the people that were watching your bruised cunt getting relentlessly fucked, only caring to climax one final time just so tooru would let you go and pass out on his bed.

oikawa was thrusting so hard and fast that the headboard was banging against the wall, with your breasts bouncing up and down along with it. you could tell that he too was at his limit, judging by how his thrusts became sloppier and erratic and his moans increasing in volume and pitch.

“t-tooru, g-gonna cum, please,” you said, he groaned as he brought down his arm from the headboard and played with your clit, pinching it with his fingers, making you scream and arch your back as you squirted all around him. he came with a loud moan as he saw the clear liquid shoot out from your pussy, drenching his abdomen. “fuck, did you just squirt?” he breathed in amazement, eyes widened and mouth dropped.

he set your leg down and pulled out as he watched your mixed fluids trickle out of your cunt. you were too fucked out to care as he played with your pussy, your mouth open and eyes drooping as you breathed loudly and heavily. he was pushing the mixed cum back inside your filthy cunt when you heard the door swing open to reveal your three voyeurs, all with tented cocks stretching the front of their pants.

“shit, oikawa. you actually fucked her dumb,” mattsun said in fascination, watching your chest heave up and down. makki hummed in agreement while iwaizumi just stared at your dripping cunt, watching your cum and tooru’s trickling out of your pussy and sliding down your ass, staining the sheets. you shivered at their stares and brought your hand to spread your folds, making them see your filthy pussy better. you smirked lazily as you heard the men in the room groan in unison while you swirled your finger, playing with the cum in your cunt.

“you got room for three more cocks, baby?” mattsun taunted you, three of them entering the room and standing at the foot of the bed. your smirk dropped as you watched iwaizumi take his shirt off, leaning your head back on the pillow as you moaned tiredly, your battered pussy quivering at the thought of more cocks making a mess of your cunt.

needless to say, you and oikawa didn’t get any work done on the project that night.

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