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meatyarms · 9 months

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Imagine, if you will, wifey comes home late one night after a clearly long and stressful day. After she's eaten, you offer to go straight to bed with her. After all, she's clearly "too tired for anything else wink wink," and she just looks at you like this

Sleep will have to wait

Ah, I love your prompt-like asks that come in with suggestive pictures of bubu Sevy(I perceive them as prompts because I cannot keep my exploding ideas in for the life of me). Sorry if this is all over the place I'm just tackling writing again after a while.

ּ You'd never see it coming too! But on a somber note, after work for wify Sevika must be a mental mess. Given the treacherous nature of the job grounds, her endurance is often tossed in deep water, together with time. One coming home way after dark only promised another, then dinner’s overdue, routines, catch-ups. Between not wanting to come off ornery, and upholding the border keeping life in and out of the house apart, when the want to storm at the walls with her fists looms closer to enact each one of those nights. Sevika goes dead static, and all for you she..

She tries. Perhaps too hard. Puts on her best act...laying it on a bit thick.

Lands at your doorstep like a mourning dove perching in its roost, carried home by the wind. Consciously prudent, she disrobes from her cloak, loosens her shoelaces for just enough relief to make it to the table. What would come out of her this evening was far too unnatural to miss. A poise, too mighty; footsteps, featherly; and typical nocturnal table talk, outweighed by silence.

Sevika is tired. But holds out an easy front, lest her person sees through.

Signs of life ebbed off her face since you parted from the warm welcome, as did yours when subtle wrist joints cracking wavered your ears and concern snowballed the tip of your tongue.

Only you silently fall in with the mood. The last thing she wants is a wind of worry flickering your innate verve that never goes out, or to be broached on the day's burdens.

Then all’s in blue undertones as you bid your turning-in regime. Hushed hours pass dimming any hope of today, brightening that of tomorrow’s.

Until...........

Sevika's scoff tickles your spirit, stopping you in your tracks and jerking your face back halfway through the bedroom door. Something blended with the dinner or laced in the cups may explain the mystery behind her sudden show of elatedness, but not the mocking smug over the hair clip you only just hooked to the back of your head.

“....oh….”

Telling eyes suggest a different proposition from any plans to retire for the night, and the familiar beginning of an impending disaster waves in..

ּ *riffling through the nearest book I found and stopping at a random page* according to the gospel: Sevika absolutely uses sex as stress relief(you agree-you know you do).

ּ Instead of entertaining the thought of putting someone’s head on a spear as a hard day’s resolve, why not feed her soaring sex drive? Demands the same backbreaking, challenges her controlling emotions till they strip off, that way waking up with a fresh head and no regrets of rash bloodshed is guaranteed.

ּ Note that Sevika wouldn't think to pass on the weight of her day to you—albeit in sexual bliss—if you didn't make those faces. You put no effort into hiding anything(anymore), the back clasping with the legs you do in great relish which Sev denies it ever being why her cheeks turn rosy.

ּ You'd melt into the sheets under her, and Sevika sighs in solace at that.

ּ She'll recount the day's 'fuckery’, just as you hoped, but don’t be alarmed when the brain buzz resonates for a day or three more.

ּ Your pussy will be hurting as much as her head and bones were ⌣〃ᶸ〃⌣—was my original answer to you for this hehehehehehe.

#❥ thehollowartist #ask #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika fanfic #sevika imagine #sevika smut #sevika x reader #sevika x you #meatywrites

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lxve-and-lxght · 2 years

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why me? pt. 3

eddie munson/ reader

warnings: sexual tension, slightest bit of gore, blood, vampire!eddie, vampire!reader

a/n: shits getting interesting y’all. also i was listening to big time rush when i was writing this, in case you wanted to know where i’m at in life

“jesus christ will you fucking duck?” eddie whisper shouted while the two of you crouched in a bush outside in the suburbs in the middle of the night. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his obvious attempt to be “stealthy.”

“will you relax? worse case scenario I’LL kill whoever sees us and we can skip town.” you smiled, eddie just rolled his eyes.

“first of all, we’re not killing aaany of the townies. and before you say anything the dickface from the national guard and the truckers were different.”

“you’ve got some fucked up morals, munson.”

“and now you’re stuck with them forever. good choice, elvira.” he scoffed, army crawling into the yard of someone from his past.

“okay well “first of all”,” you mocked “elvira isn’t a vampire, you fucking doofus. and second if you’re trying to be inconspicuous, get off the ground.” you stepped over his head and opened the sliding door of some complete and total strangers home. “It’s even unlocked.” he rolled his eyes again and pulled himself off the ground.

“come on.” he whispered, leading you through the home. “this way i think.” he pressed his hand against a door in the middle of the hallway and stepped inside. you followed behind him. ohhhh. it was the curly-haired kid. sleeping soundly in his twinbed. eddie slinked over to the side of the bed and shook the kid.

“dustin.” he whispered. “dustin!” he tried again, shaking him harder. dustin’s eyes popped open and he went to yell as eddie covered his mouth. “Shhhh!”

“christ eds. you kinda suck at this.” you whispered.

“you shush too,” he pointed. you stuck your hands up in surrender and tried to refrain from giggling. “if i let go, you can’t scream.” he told dustin. dustin just nodded anxiously.

“holy shi-” dustin spoke loudly, sitting up in his bed. but eddie just smiled and hugged the kid. “what the hell happened to you?”

“good to see you too man.” the metalhead muttered, patting him on the shoulder. look who’s a softy now you thought.

“how the hell are you alive?” eddie looked back at you and then looked back at the kid.

“he’s not.” you shrugged. “he’s dead.” the kid looked back at eddie and then you and then back at eddie.

“where’d you find the shield maiden?” dustin pointed, obviously addressing you.

“it’s y/n by the way.” you chuckled while taking a seat on eddie’s lap.

“she found me,” he replied, “... and she’s a vampire.” dustin’s eyes widened and he repeated the whole looking back and forth thing again like he was waiting for eddie to sike him or something. “and she kinda brought me back." he was just going for it, wasn't he? jesus christ.

"wait wait wait, so she turned you into a dracula ripoff?" dustin giggled nervously

"noo, i turned him into an ozzy ripoff." you smirked, climbing off his lap and taking him by the hand. "and i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the sun's gonna come up soon, and if you'd like to eat before then you better move your ass."

"she's right man, i gotta go but we broke into the wayne's trailer if you wanna come by." eddie stood to leave, "but you cannot tell anyone. NO ONE can know i'm back."

"can i at least tell the party?" dustin gestured to the walkie-talkie on his desk. "i gotta tell them."

"not while the townies are still playing hunt the freak."

you and eddie walked through the woods, trying to get back to the trailer after you let some drunken idiot kiss on you in a bar alley till eddie killed him and you dumped his body.

"so am i old enough to know why yet?" eddie asked looking over at you.

"what're you talking about, munson?" you laughed, you could see the trailer in your view of sight finally.

"you know, when you... let me feed off you," he replied. almost blushing at the words leaving his mouth.

"ohhhhh," you laughed again, kicking leaves on the trail. "um, i don't know, think you can handle it?"

"i've handled being freak this damn long. what's one more ugly truth." you bit down on your lip and contemplated it for a few seconds.

"just wait till we're inside," you said pushing his shoulder with yours. he let out a sigh like a bored child so you sprinted towards the door. he ran after you, of course. and when you ran inside the house he tackled you to the stained mattress, still on the living room floor, making you squeal.

"gonna tell me yet?" eddie smiled pinning your arms down while you tried to fight him off through the laughter. you pulled away just enough to bite at his wrist. wiping his blood off your bottom lip with your tongue. "okay well you can't do that to me and still not tell me."

you just let out a sigh and chuckled a bit.

"look munson, i wanna preface this by letting you know that when i let you do that, you were... still dying basically?"

"... okay..."

"and i think- it tastes different because i'm giving you whatever's left of my... human urges."

"is that why i could see your memories and shit?"

"my memories?" you asked wildly confused. he looked down at you, then your mouth.

"nevermind."

"look what i'm trying to say is, i think when you did that, i gave you part of myself."

"i get that i'm new to this, but that still doesn't explain why you, tasted... like that." the metalhead tried his best to explain, but jesus it was hard when you looked at him like that.

"what was it like?" eddie couldn't think, he couldn't explain. it felt like he was fifteen again and wayne was sitting him down to ask why he found his porno mags under the bed. "... eddie?" so he went in for the plunge instead. he pulled your jaw to the side and bit down on your neck. you let out a small whimper.

and there it was again. that feeling, the adrenaline. and then the memories started flooding in.

"eddie please." you muttered against his ear.

#eddie munson smut #eddiemunsonxvampirereader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #vampire eddie x reader #x reader

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rrinsluvr · 2 years

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february! eleven— fresh start

essays

childe hates essays, especially if the topic is something personal. childe doesn’t like sharing his personal, innermost thoughts on paper, especially since someone who’s practically a stranger to him will read it.

he was brainstorming on how to make his essay more vague but still somewhat informative? if that was even possible

until he heard his phone ring

groaning, he picked it up and swiped on the ‘answer’ button without even checking who called

hello?

he said in a monotone voice

childe? are you busy?

he quickly stood up at the sound of the familiar voice and a small smile appeared on his face.

lumine! no im not busy at all, why?

he said as he shut down the laptop

in the past few months, childe followed yn’s advice and now he talks to lumine from time to time, wanting to find out if he still has feelings for the said girl

if he does— well he’ll probably confess to gain closure before wanting to confess and pursue yn

if he doesn’t then that’s just fine, he’ll still pursue yn anyway

do you know any of yn’s contact info?

yeah? wait, why aren’t you asking ayaka for any of this??

ayaka hasn’t been responding to my messages and its been like five hours, so since you’re close and all i called you

i also tried on twitter but she wasn’t replying

oh yeah, she said she needed a break from twitter so she deleted the app for now— god knows how long she’ll last without it

just send me her number!

yup, anything else?

nope, thanks

by—

he said as he was cut off by the beeping sound—signaling that the call had ended

he sighed as he turned off his phone, not noticing the messages being sent before the screen went black

you sat there in your room, procrastinating once again

taking a social media break was useless, you had a laptop anyways but still refused to open any apps— you were drained to say the least after everything that occurred earlier you truly needed a break

on your way to the kitchen, you heard people whispering and decided to listen

so we’re renewing their passports tomorrow right?

yes, we need to get ready for the move. we’ll probably leave most of our furniture here, we can easily buy new ones

let’s cherish our remaining three months here, there’s no guarantee we’re coming back unless it’s vacation

how do you think the kids will take it?

they’ll be just fine—

we won’t be just fine

you interrupted them

yn…

you weren’t planning on telling us till last minute again weren’t you?

no honey, we were going to tell you tomorrow—

i thought we weren’t to move until next year?

well we found a way to speed up the process, it’s not like it’s your first time doing this

the last time we did this i lost everything, do you know how hard it is to just suddenly start over??

how do you think my brother would feel about this?

we’re really sorry dear..

save it

you said as you stomped back into your room

which brings us back to now

i have social media now so it’ll be fine right??

it’s not like i’ll lose everyone in the blink of an eye

you bitterly laughed and proceeded to bang your head on the desk

i should tell them before it’s too late

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mycptsdstory · 2 years

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Just been to the doctors, since I'm having constant ringing in my ears and I'm having trouble of hearing. I MIGHT have hearing aids.

Just gotta wait till I have the hospital appointment and they can do a hearing test for me.

I don't know whether I will get hearing aids, I just know my hearing is bad and my bf pointed out that I turn everything up so I can hear better. Even when people are talking quietly, I legit cannot hear them.

It's why I never asked a person to repeat themselves because 1. They will be mad at me and 2. I don't want to feel embarrassed.

I've kept quiet about my hearing for a long time because I didn't want to be judged. However, at the end of the day, my physical health comes first. Thank God I have a loving bf who won't judge me for wearing hearing aids, IF I have them.

TW; Abuse.

I also kept it quiet because my mother would complain. She would make me not to clean my ears when they had full of wax, so the doctor would say "it's a wax problem". I wanted to clean them but I was never allowed.

When I had hearing tests at the hospital as a child, they would give me sounds and if I could hear them, I have to click the button. Numerous times I would click the button thinking that was the noise, but it's not, it's my ears ringing. Then they would ask my mother about my hearing and constant ringing in my ears, my mother would just say "she's just doing it for attention".

I was a fucking child!! Why would I lie about that and the worst part, the doctors and nurses fucking believed her! I'm still so angry at that. Like, what the actual fuck.

Then when I got home, my family would slap my ears again to a point they would ring. All because I pressed that stupid button, thinking that was the sound was from the machine, NOT my ears. I got blamed and then church would bully me because my sister and my family would say "she's doing it for attention". I swear they only said that, so they control over people and control me.

That's not love. That's not even love, not even in the slightest.

I remember being with "my" friends and I would tell them about the ringing in my ears and I couldn't hear properly. Again they would say "oh look at her, she's begging for attention again". Like, wtf.

When I was in church, again the kids and the adults would bully me because I had this constant ringing in my ears. I kept saying "I'm sorry, I can't hear you, my ears are ringing". They just laughed at me and said "omg look at her. She's not even a her, she's a thing. That thing just wants attention".

I cried and I said "even when the room is quiet or no one is talking. I just hear ringing in my ears". That's not normal right? But nooooo they would say "she's doing it for attention". Fuck off.

That honestly made me suicidal. No one cared about me.

I tried to scream, shout and no one listened. No one cared and the way they acted towards me, it showed that they didn't care. They fucking proved it, that they didn't care.

So I taught myself to listen to people, read their lips and watch their body language. When someone was ready to shout, ready to attack me (physical assault me) I was ready.

I hope I don't EVER hear from THOSE PEOPLE, EVER AGAIN.

#childhood trauma #childhood abuse #traumatic childhood #abusive childhood #cptsdhealing #living with cptsd #cptsd problems #cptsd thoughts #actually cptsd #just cptsd things #tw cptsd #actually ptsd #cptsd tag #cptsd vent

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cupcaketrickster · 18 days

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{[ @aschcregen continued from HERE ]}

Her words are soft spoken and yet so CLEAR and spoken with intent that they’re impossible to miss. Maybe he’d be able to talk himself out of this, to turn away and leave her behind, because he does still believe it would be better for her to live her life free of any burdens he brought along, but then again, she seems like someone who’s persistent, someone who, once they’ve set their eyes on something, do not give up. She would not still be here if she wasn’t. He thinks, and the knot in his stomach tightens just a little. “Jester.” Her name slips out before he can stop himself, before he can get it together enough to send her away. He’s tried, or he’s tried HARD, and yet she’s right here, her hands soft against his cheeks, and Caleb can’t help but feel tears rising in his eyes. “Please don’t ever think you don’t deserve me. If anything...I do not deserve someone as kind and loving as you.” He doesn’t think of himself as a good person, hasn’t for a very long time, though Beauregard will probably tell him different, and so will Vess. It’s strange, how he doesn’t manage to get Trent’s voice out of his head, even after not seeing him for such a long time, and it’s just another part of himself he hates. Still, the tears begin to fall when she talks about LOVE, like he cannot quite believe that she would love someone like him, and yet he doesn’t step away, even though he knows it would be for the best. Caleb doesn’t know how much time passes like this, how much time passes until he finally meets her eyes through his tears. “You’d let me love you, just like that?”

all of this has started at just a game, something to benefit them both in the long run, but all too quickly, something inside of jester knew this was her path. she tried her best to push it down. she tried her best to remind herself time and time again that it is an act on his part, any flirtation, any dance, any smile or stolen look has been nothing but a ruse but what she feels is anything but and she has kept it inside out of fear for long enough- too long if the tears that form in caleb widogast’s eyes have anything to say. she feels them form in her own eyes as she watches, trying to fight the urge to run to him, to cup his cheeks and wipe them away but for now, she holds back in wait.

the duke says her name as though it’s some sort of tender thing, and that’s enough to let the tears drip from her eyes but she doesn’t shy away or withdraw, not even as doubt fills her in response to his words. “ you deserve the moon. the stars. the sun. infinite smiles and joy and laughter and all the happiness in the world, your grace. ” you deserve so much better than me. but she leaves that unsaid, a faint smile stretching on her lips despite her thoughts but one that falls the very moment she notices the tears falling from his eyes.

he looks at her and he speaks at last and jester brushes both hands over his cheeks, feather light, almost asking if the touch is okay with her eyes as she lightly brushes away at the skin, trying to brush them away, ignoring her own falling. she answers his question with a nod and a sad sort of chuckle, staring at him till she finds her words.

“ if i am who you want, who would bring you that joy and happiness then yes. and it would not be something i am letting you do. it’s something i would see done with the widest smile and fullest heart. ” she sounds ridiculous and the lot of sounds perhaps too sappy, but jester is a romantic and that is her truth. “ caleb… no one has ever made me feel the way you do. and i feel as though no one truly sees me like you. but i will swallow all of it down if there’s someone else… ” she wants to ask about his doubts, about why he do he doubts himself, but for now she settles for reading his eyes not wanting to push this or him… though she fears she already has…

#we love regency PINING #{[ c al e b ~~~ aschcregen ]}#{[ scheduled ~~~ reply drop ]}

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wyrdo01 · 10 months

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Hydroelectric rocket science part 3

"...."

....

(The usually bickering duo are walking through kelper city, without speaking or shouting a single word, and with a awkward atmosphere bubbling them and the 2 Pokémon behind her and wyrdo's head)

"...alright we can agree that this silence is getting uncomfortable right?" Roya asked

Agreed...let's just talk about something. Like uuhhh... What happened after the 2 years since we went our separate ways? Wyrdo asked desperate to start a conversation.

"Well after we split off in galar and I went ahead an tried to turn a new leaf, despite my origins of being a rainbow rocket grunt. Its was... Difficult to say the least. the whole rainbow rocket incident reached far out each other region, had trouble with the gyms in most other regions and had to leave them eventually. That was until I landed in this region, the Torren region, it was not like the others especially with the environments here being a mix of some of other regions. And my life as weird and crazy as it was, was about to get insane." Roya explained

Do tell? Wyrdo listened on to her back story as she spoke

(She walked to the east in the city as she then looked at the head and asked it something)

"Ay you heard of regional variants?"

Well yes why wouldn't I? wyrdo replied

"Then you have you heard of Delta Pokémon?" She asked

Delta Pokémon? Wyrdo asked in confusion

"Take a look at my vespiquen, Reacta, and tell me what's different about her."

(She points at her companion that was holding Wyrdo's left and right limbs, Wyrdo upon looking at the Pokémon noticed its completely different from what they have seen before. Rather than it's black, yellow, orange color scheme, this one sports a metallic grey, black, and glowing yellow colors, with no wings to be found rather it was flying by rocket propulsion instead)

Well now that I notice her she's not like any of the ones i've seen before. Wyrdo answered with curiosity

"That's because she is what's called a Delta Pokémon around here. Years ago there was a cult group that created these Pokémon in the pursuit of perfection,the bastards created a gene called the "Delta gene" which make these Pokémon type, moveset, everything outside of stats RADICALLY different from what they have usually. Even the very nature of how they function changed. However this brought one issue, They cannot be bred by the respective regular Pokémon or another delta of the same species making them one of a kind." She explained

So they basically created lab modified clones so radically different biological wise that they basically neutered them by birth!? THE FRAG!? Wyrdo shouted in outrage upon hearing this.

(She chuckled at the bewildered robot head. As they walked down a few steps with the 2 Pokémon following as well)

"I know kind of shit ain't it rustbucket? However and recently, there was a way to populate them that eventually shook the ecosystem as we know it now, delta ditto came to play by being the only delta Pokémon that can be bred by both ends of the spectrum and sort of fixed the issue eventually reaching to a breeding point. And now all these Deltas are a lot more common to find, not by much but enough to no be considered legendary status. The ecosystem had somehow by surprise to all the scientists and biologist managed to adapt quicker than expected. Almost nothing has happened" Roya further expositioned.

Alright that's cool but what I want to know is where do you fall in all of this?

OH I'm getting to that now. The region was the new stay for me till I felt I was ready to go back to main regions again. At 1st I thought it would be a simple run through league here by oh boy I was soooo wrong. I ran into someone named Wiz who was a guardian of this region that was dealing with cultists-

WAIT CULTIST!?

(They reach a cave entrance and stopped as Wyrdo's shouted out in exclamation)

"Yeeap!" She replied "And don't get me started on the stuff that they do makes even team plasma seem tame by comparison..."

I'll not pry then. The bot quickly buried that idea in their processor

" I got roped up into the kid's mess and I helped her take down cultist that wanted to take advantage of the Deltas and occasionally a major one that wanted to wield a legendary Pokémon for their own means.... Huh its sounds really weird saying that given my past life." Roya mused to herself and Wyrdo

Means you became a much better human than the idiot you were before that annoyed me to no end.... Well for the most part you still annoy me to no end. Wyrdo commented with a bit of snark in their tone.

(Roya rolled her eyes at the bot's comment before wrapping up her story up)

"Whatever... Anyways after dealin' with the nightmare that is this league and wrapping up with rounding cults with Wiz, i managed to land a job around here after all of that, and here I am. Oh look we are here."

(They and Roya's Pokémon look at the entrance)

"Welp best to not beat around the bush and get inside to get this done and over with right?" Roya asked the bot

...agreed. Wyrdo simply said Before we do I have a question to ask.

"Shoot." Roya

Roya do you miss being around me?

...i honestly don't know anymore." Roya answered with uncertainty laced in her voice as her Pokémon look on with confusion upon hearing her answer

"Let's just get inside already. "

Right.

(They all quietly walked into the cave entrance without speaking)

#tw experimentation #ic #rotomblr #irl pokemon #pokemon irl #off rotumblr rp

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theshiteraturepodcast · 2 years

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The Dragon, the Princess, and the Navigator Knight

Hi, welcome to episode 2! It's been a busy week, but I'm functioning. So today's episode is named "The Dragon, the Princess, and the navigator knight"

“I do not wish to marry the prince.” The princess said, clearly on the edge of her tether. “Did I not make that clear the last three times I tried to run away?” She said venomously, turning away from the queen.

“I do not understand why you protest so, dear. Marriage will be good for you! Once married, you have a kingdom, security, and responsibilities to ground you.” Marina said with a slight smile.

“I already have a kingdom and security. You’re taking it away from me by sending me off to somewhere I don’t know.” Aurelia said, as if talking to a child.

“I will admit it is difficult at first, even for me, but after you get used to it, and are ready for the role, it is a delight. You will be a lady of the high classes, living in utmost luxury, having your every want catered to.” Marina’s tone didn’t change. She kept up her slight smile, impervious to the emotion that rolled off her daughter.

“And if my want is something else?” Aurelia asked sharply, “Will that be fulfilled?”

“Anything, my dear, whatever your mind can conjure up!” The queen said reassuringly. She did not know what was about to go down.

“Then, mother,” the princess said, “I wouldn’t like to marry at all! It’s quite simple, isn’t it?”

Her mother made a noise of disapproval. “Now now, darling, that’s not exactly ladylike, is it? And look at your rooms, so untidy, unkempt. I’ll send someone in to clean them while you’re asleep! You need to start behaving, Aurelia!” She said, and with a swish of her skirts, left the room.

“Thea!” Aurelia snapped, calling out to her best friend and personal assistant. She was getting out of here, ladylike be damned.

“Yes, your highness?" Thea asked softly, apprehensive.

"You can call me by name, thea, we're alone now. I need a way to get out of here." Aurelia whispered, deathly quiet but cutting. "They're all up on their high horse, marriage and kids and everything. What they don't realize is how someone wouldn't want that. Duties. Responsibilities. Kingdoms. I'm fine with it all, but is it too much to ask to be treated as more than a prop to a legacy?"

"There is a way, but it's quite dangerous."

"And what is it?"

"Well, I've heard of a dragon who's in the trade. Has an innocents policy, a paper trail thing, and a pretty extensive safety policy, but specifically takes away princesses to the land beyond the mountains when they ask him. I have it on good authority that he goes out of his way to protect people like us."

"How do you know?"

"He casts an illusion over royalty, but since the commoners are less strict about these things, he just comes and goes. I’ve seen him at barbecues here and there."

"Are they? I never really knew that." The princess smiled. "How about I just live with you, then? We will live as common people in another kingdom, together till the end of our days!"

"Only dragons can disable the magic around you that enables everyone to know where you are. You'll be found out within a day or two at best. Besides, you can't take anyone along. People can find out! The dragon could then be killed, all the princesses taken back, and the hideout would be impossible to use."

"I cannot believe the lengths they would go to! It would be heartbreaking leaving you, though. Fine. Send a message to this dragon. No wait. I'll do it myself. When I am there, I will have to do most things by myself."

And that's how, two days later, Thea was hauling two buckets of meat up the stairs to Aurelias tower. That was also how words smeared in meat appeared on the roof of the castle.

One week later, a dragon stood by her window.

"Princess, I got your message. We don't have much time, so listen carefully. You will be sitting on my back, holding on tight. Halfway along, all the magic that bound you and told everything about you to the king and queen will be taken off. You may feel a jolt then, but don't panic. It's perfectly safe. Don't let go of my spike under any circumstance. You’ll be good to go.”

Aurelia turned to Thea, who just fastened her cloak and kissed her softly. “I’ll miss you,” She said.

“Don’t.” Aurelia dismissed, and hiking up her nightgown, climbed up onto the windowsill, got on the dragon’s back, waved to Thea one last time, and rode off into the darkness.

Just like the dragon said, she felt a jerk halfway through. And soon enough, she felt free. Free and happy. And even though she was sitting on the back of an extremely slim dragon, holding onto his spikes by her fingers, she felt more secure.

No one could spy on her.

No one knew where she was.

She was out of there.

She was safe.

The wind whipped against her face as the dragon flew. Almost as if she was a little baby, it seemed to sing to her, and adjusting her grip, she leaned against the dragon’s spike with her full weight. The wind lulled her to sleep in no time. When she woke up, she was sore. The bed wasn’t soft, and the flight was rough, and the cave was rocky, but it was clean and well-lit. A small stand of every conceivable type of clothing stood by the wall, with a suit of armour by the door. Her bed was a small one, and her room was windowless, but she felt more at ease in this dragon’s lair than her own house. That probably should make a point about her castle, but she didn’t have time to think about that. She got out of bed and walked out of the room. The dragon was curled up around a rock, his tongue smoking lightly.

“Good morning, Sir!” She greeted him, unsure of how to address him.

“Hello, my dear. I didn’t know what you would like to wear, or what you would like to do, but I have set out a few options. What would you like to eat? We’ll have to hunt of course, but I can do it for you till you get used."

When the dragon was so careful of her needs as to ask her what she wanted, and how, she sat down on the hard stone settees with a thump and promptly began to cry. After a lifetime of choices being made for her, everyone telling her how to act and behave, she was finally allowed to do as she liked. She drew in a shaky breath, and looked up. The Dragon stretched out a bony wing to caress her back. And thus, the first day of her new lease of life began.

Her life wasn't a bed of roses anymore. It was gruelling, hard work, but she learnt to enjoy doing everything herself. It was a new definition of independence. She also started wearing different types of clothes. She learnt to fight. She also learnt that fighting and other things deemed feminine by her mother could go together. And one day, when it all got too much, she took a shard of glass and hacked off her long hair. She learnt to love herself. She also learned to live without Thea, the fresh wound now becoming an old ache. There wasn't a price demanded for her freedom. But, she thinks, Thea was the price for her freedom. Her freedom for the cost of never seeing Thea again. They would probably question her, scare her within an inch of her life till she confessed about their plan. But she assumed Thea was gone, and carried on.

One day, a prince arrived at the foot of the mountain, wounded. He clearly did not know how to navigate through the wilderness. The only things that pointed toward him being a prince were the royal insignias on his shoulders. Upon checking, she discovered a fact that she thought would ruin her life. He was the same prince she was told she’d be marrying. So, taking out a dagger, she holds it against his neck and pushes him to the wall.

“I am not coming back with you. Understand?” She says with clenched teeth, her knuckles straining as she tightens her hold on the dagger.

His forehead was covered with a rapidly growing sheen of sweat. "I'm not- I'm not asking you to." He said with a shaky but calm voice.

"Why are you here then?"

"I need help. They'll catch me any moment."

"Wait here, let me call the dragon. And if you even think of moving anywhere, I will make good on that dagger promise."

The Dragon slithered into the passageway, poking out his forked tongue at the prince. He had many snake-like habits. Asking Aurelia to bring him the medical kit from her room, he undid the location spells. A group of soldiers in the forest was now going to be aimlessly running around in circles. Except one knight. This knight is going to have significance later. Just know that one knight has not lost the trail.

Now that Aurelia discovered that the prince was just a normal person, rather than an idea put into her head, she found it quite easy to make friends with him. He was just like her, pushed into the roles deemed appropriate because he was a prince. He had a sense of humour, a knack with the ladle, and had a fresh, ever-smiling disposition. He also missed greatly, just like she missed her Thea

She did not know how many days passed living in their little bubble. She did so many things that the passage of time seemed to vanish. Her face had laugh lines, and it didn't seem like the world was ending when she got something on her face. Her room was hers not just in name but in terms of how she could keep it as well. Her friends, other rescued princesses, some princes happy with each other, content not to live life in a constant stage of vigilance, mountain creatures, smaller dragons, were the friends she made herself.

All that changed when a knight turned up on her doorstep. She thought no one could know where she was!! What was he doing here?? She rushed to a vantage point on a rocky ledge, and taking out her bow, she pointed it at the knight, aiming for the weak spot in the armour. However, she saw the prince running toward him and stopped short. Who was he??

On seeing him, the knight had taken off his helmet, falling prey to intense head-ruffling. She got down from where she was standing, striding closer to see what happened.

Dylan, the prince, was smiling at something the knight said to him. Though this was something that would seem ordinary, she watched in awe as they seemed to be perfectly in sync. Then the knight said something that made Dylan shriek with laughter and jump into the knight's arms.

The knight's eyes focused on her and he let Dylan go.

"Who's she?" He asked.

"Aurelia. Pleased to meet you." She said. "And you are?"

"Diar," He said, standing tall.

"How did you find me?"

"I just knew," Diar smiled.

"And what are you going to tell everyone when I refuse to come back?" Dylan asked him, his head cocked to the side.

"Well-" He started, smiling, "I will go back, bruised and bloodied. I tell them that I was too late, that the dragon just killed you in a merciless massacre, and to atone for my sins, I will be retiring to the land beyond the mountains." He ended with a poker face that elicited a laugh out of both of them.

"Hey- if- if you're going back, can you bring back a person?"

"Who is it?"

"Well, she's called Thea, and-" she started, telling him about how she told her about the dragon, and how Thea was a constant cause of concern for her now.

"Say no more! I'll find her." Diar said gallantly.

True to his word, the next time he came back, he was carrying an unconscious figure on a horse. Thea.

Thea was bruised and battered, but she was now with Aurelia, and may be, things would work out for the better.

As Dylan curled into Diar's side against the backdrop of the mountain sunset, the dragon worked on relaxing his terms, and Aurelia looked at Thea's sleeping body on the bed, a surge of hope shot through them. Their new life seemed exciting and this was a great way to begin it.

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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

#suicide squad #rick flag #y/n #rick flag x male reader #male reader

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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All The Colors

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Colorblindness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The colors are not always seen but rather felt. Just like Y/N feels the colors through their best friend and boyfriend Corpse. That’s how they realize that what they can’t see is the most beautiful and genuine feeling in the world. The feeling of knowing something and someone so deeply.

Requested by my dear friend Lulu, who you might have known as greenieofshield. Unfortunately she’ll never get to read this fic and I’ll never forgive myself for not putting it out sooner but I’ll also never forgive the universe for being so cruel as to take her away so early. She was one of the best people I’ve ever met, always so full of optimism, always there to brighten up my day and make me smile. Always so strong and brave, never falling victim to the hate she received despite not being deserving of it. The world lost an angel the day she died and I as well as so many other people will forever miss her.

Love you and miss you with my whole soul and hear, Lulu. Hope they’re treating you right in heaven ❤

For what it’s worth, Y/N has never asked people to describe the colors to them. In their eyes that seemed like the equivalent of poorly patching up a wound: they could hear thousands upon thousands of descriptions of each color and still wouldn’t be able to imagine it. The descriptions would only make that worse to them. So to avoid feeling even more like they’re missing out they never asked.

However, that doesn’t mean they haven’t developed their own way to ‘visualize’ and imagine colors throughout the years. They’ve tried loads of different methods, few of which stuck around and not for long either. That is exactly why they frequently used to tell their friends: “You can’t paint me a rainbow with black and white and shades of grey and expect me not to feel like I’m missing out on something. Paint me the gloomy sky on a rainy day and only then we’ll be even cause you’re seeing the same greys I am.”

Little did they know how drastically their logic was about to change in the following years.

Speaking of said following years - they met Corpse who became one of their best friends in practically no time. And within just a few months of that friendship’s blossoming, a romance sparked. A romance their friends would jokingly refer to as ‘romance of a lifetime’. Maybe it was said jokingly but Lord knows they weren’t wrong in saying so because the two were completely head over heels for one another -s till are to this day - and never shied away from showing it.

Y/N and Corpse met through Rae who Y/N was staying with while on a little vacation to Los Angeles. To be even more specific here, the two met through a game of Among Us, the game responsible for many wonderful friendships since its release.

“Guys, guys, guys.“ Y/N said after sparking up a bickering session for falsely accusing ‘blue‘ of faking a task in Navigation during the final round for the day, “Here’s a little rule of thumb for whenever we play together again: don’t trust me if I accuse a color instead of a name.“ It’s safe to say that statement rose a few eyebrows in the Discord call, the confusion serving as amusement to them before they explained themself, “Oh, why that is? Hm, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m colorblind.”

Rae who was in on the scheme the whole time and was struggling to hold in her laughter finally snapped while the rest of the players were left processing the information that had been dropped on them.

“But you practically kicked our ass every single round?!“ Corpse said, amazement and confusion in his tone.

“Expect the unexpected from this schemer, take it from someone who’s known them for a decade now.“ Rae said, winking at her friend from across the room. Not failing to notice the blush on their cheeks while doing so though.

“Corpse, are you calling me a good liar?“ They poked a stick at him teasingly, desperately avoiding Rae’s gaze which widened the second she realized why her friend was so flustered by Corpse’s remark.

“Practically a con artist.“ He replied to them with a laugh, earning one from them in return.

And so they practically conned him into falling in love with them with their quick wit, sarcasm and cuteness. If someone is to ask Corpse if he expected to fall for Y/N, he’d probably say yes.

“They were like a magnet the moment they entered the lobby and started talking.“ He said once on a live stream in response to a question he received in the chat regarding Y/N, “It wasn’t hard at all, falling for them. What took me a while was realizing it. While I was referring to them as ‘best friend’ all my friends were rolling their eyes and going ‘Sure, bud.’ Just took me a bit to realize why.”

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to grasp what his heart was actually screaming at him. Good thing they came to terms with it so soon too, otherwise they would’ve driven their friends insane.

Anyway, enough about what happened and what could’ve happened under one circumstance or another, what matters is the ‘here and now’ of their relationship. And trust me when I say it has never been better and it keeps getting better every day.

The beauty of what those two have is in the tiny every day things that they do for each other, the good morning texts even though the other person in probably just in the kitchen making breakfast while the other cannot find it in them to get out of bed; or it’s laced within the calls between them when neither of them are home or at least one of them is out and about, busy with a task they’ve probably been putting off for far too long. Don’t get me wrong though, the romantic gestures aren’t rare either. Random gifts are exchanged by them on regular intervals but one consistent and super romantic gesture that repeats a few times every year (of the two years they’ve been dating) is Corpse giving Y/N a bouquet of flowers.

A detail Y/N couldn’t help but take notice of was the fact that the bouquet was always made up of the same flowers with only small changes to the arrangement of them and maybe some tiny ones added too. Unfortunately, they aren’t artificial so they couldn’t have kept them thought they wish they could’ve. That being said, it goes without saying that those flowers mean the world to Y/N, the gesture actually - they know flowers are a common gift to give but anything they receive from Corpse is so special and makes them feel like the only person who’s ever received such a gift.

And so they got curious, they had to ask. They had to ask the question they never thought they’d actively ask considering their view of the topic. But they still did.

“Hey Corpse.“ Y/N spoke up out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen over them while they watched the movie they were only partially interested in given how exhausted they both were from devoting themselves to their respective tasks and responsibilities throughout the last few days.

Corpse hummed in response, the arm wrapped around their waist doing a little motion as if encouraging them to continue, his gaze immediately traveling down to his partner.

“What color are the flowers?“ They asked, gazing at the bouquet - a gift they had received from him for their birthday a few days prior - in the vase on the dining table.

They waited a few seconds but when they didn’t hear nor feel any sort of response from him they couldn’t help but look up at him. Upon doing so, they saw his small smile as his eyes too remained on the bouquet. “They’re black and white.“ He replied eventually, “Black roses and white daffodils.“ His gaze wandered away from the vase and down to meet theirs, “I don’t want you to think I’m seeing them in their ‘full beauty’ while you only see them in black and white. You are seeing them in their full beauty and not missing out on anything. They are absolutely beautiful black and white as they are.“

As a response to his answer, Y/N couldn’t suppress the growing smile on their face no matter how hard they tried. So they didn’t try at all, they let the smile lighten up their face before speaking up: “You’re a wonder, Corpse.” They said, pushing themself as upright as they could to be able to kiss his cheek. “However, you’re wrong.” They say when they pull away, smirking up at his confused expression, “My world was black and white until you came into it. You’re all the colors, Corpse. Your love’s red, joy’s yellow, sadness blue, chaos green. Love red. You’re all the colors and out of all the people that have tried to describe to me how they look, you have managed to do that just perfectly without even trying.”

Little did they know that’s exactly what he thinks of them - their world is black and white because all the colors live within them. Because they are all the colors.

And maybe they both are, seeing as how they came into each other’s lives exactly like the rainbow after the pouring rain.

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Oh, what am I supposed to do without you

Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Loki thought he was in a good place. He was married, happy and having a child. He should’ve known the universe wasn’t that kind.

A/N: God I’m so sorry about this one lol. Not much of the reader but I will be making a second part. I hope yall like this one though. Inspiration came from “Mr, Loverman” and this fic.

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The silence was rattling. It creeped into the room, slowly,menacingly. Threatening to make him go mad. It wrapped around his body like a familiar friend. Making it hard for him to breath as it suffocated him. He knew they were staring at him. Trying to figure out what he would do next, whether he would break or not. Truthfully he didn’t know what he would do. For now he just starred as well. Not at them, of course not. He stared at the one thing that mattered. His reason for waking up and living. The one person in this entire universe who gave his world color. He reached out to touch her. Touch the hands that were always so warm against his cold skin. Hands that held his firm and sure as she pulled him along behind her, a smile on her beautiful face. Hands that were now cold and limp, the radicant glow she had been known for gone dark. The colors she brought to his world dimmed to dull, gre, muted hues. Then a sound broke through the silence. two sounds actually. One a wail of new life, a baby taking her first breaths, and another. A wail of a man who has lost everything. A wail of agony and pain.

As the healers bustled around him, Loki had only one thought in his head.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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Three months later and Loki still felt the emptiness left by his love. He heard her at night, humming sweet melodies as she stroked his hair. He hears her heartbeat as he eventually falls asleep, worn out by his constant tears. His room is in shambles, his clothes strewn about the floor, furniture smashed, everything is destroyed. Except for the things that belong to her. Her silk dresses that draped on her body perfectly were still hanging, untouched. The books she spent hours reading and re-reading remained on the shelf, collecting dust as they were no longer used. He doesn’t let anyone in their chambers. The space where they both shared. Space where they fought, made up, made love. To let someone else in would be tainting it. Soiling the memories they made together. That was one thing he could never do.

Another was look at the little monster who is responsible for this tragedy.

It was a girl. The daughter of one Loki Odinson and his beloved.

Ironic. This child was supposed to bring happiness with its birth. Not even cleaned and it already managed to take away Loki’s light. He can barely stand looking at it. He tried, of course he tried. But within minutes he had to call the nurse to take it away. Why?

Because she has her mothers eyes.

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“Loki”

“Get out”

“Loki, it's been nine months since your child was--”

“THAT THING IS NO CHILD OF MINE”

Frigga was taken aback. She knew her son was heartbroken, devastated at the loss of his wife. But to disown his daughter, that was something she didn’t see coming.

“Loki, you are being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? My wife has died because if that creature--”

“It is a child. A babe who has no idea who her father nor her mother is.”

“And as far as I’m concerned she never will!” Loki shouts, finally looking up at his mother.

Frigga heart breaks for her son. She sees the utter agony he is in, the inner torment going on in his soul. Even if she didn’t see it in his face, the state of his room and self gives it away. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in the nine months that has passed. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled, hair unkempt and wild. His face was pale and hollow, as if he was only eating enough to survive. He had dark bags under his eyes that showed that he hasn’t been sleeping well. He truly was a man who was broken, almost beyond repair.

“My son” Frigga said carefully,” I can never understand the pain you are going through, I pray to Valhalla I will not have to anytime soon. But please if not for yourself or that child, for the memory of her, attempt to see your daughter before making a rash decision.” And with that, she walked out of his chamber, leaving Loki to the silence again as he stared at the spot his mother stood. considering her words, he got up. picked up his room, went to bathe and walked out of the room for the first time in nine months.

His face held no emotion as he walked down the hallways. He saw the servants stop and stare at him, shock filled their face as they saw the prince. He glared at them, sending them scurrying at the dark glance. He reached the nursery, the maid who oversaw the nursery tried to stop him.

“My lord, you--”

“Where is the child.” He said, calm and cool. The maid looked at him in fear, not knowing how to respond. At her silence, Loki scoffed and pushed her away, marching into the nursery. Upon entering he froze, memories of him and his beloved discussing the design they wanted for their child

**“Darling, why does the color shade matter? It’s not like the child has expectations.”

Laughter fills the air, “Loki, we must put every effort into showing our child they are loved. That includes finding the perfect shade of green to go with the room”

Loki looks at his wife, gently smiling.”If you say so my dear”**

The room was perfect. The walls were a beautiful shade of green that allowed the light into the room. There were vines and flowers crawling up the walls and draped over curtains. A white and gold crib stood in the middle of the chamber. A veil draped over it, preventing Loki from seeing the child inside. He was thankful as he worked up the courage to walk up to it. He looked out the window, seeing the stars that covered the sky, the lights of Asgard covering the earth.

She would have loved it.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the crib. He pulled back the veil only to see that there was no child in there.

“The babe is with your mother my lord.”

He turned to the maid. Embarrassed that she might have witnessed him reminiscing.

“And where is my mother” He asked

“In-in the dining hal--”

He walked away before she was able to finish her sentence. He took long strides to the hall, wondering his his mother had tricked him into eating with the family.On the way, he passed a window overlooking the garden. He thinks of the times where he used to sit in it and listen to her read.

*** “...exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows”

“My love, why do you insist on reading these midgardian stories?”

Her laughter reaches his ears, “Because beloved, it's a different perspective to something familiar”

“Oh? and what is that ?”

“Love” ***

“oki--”

Hearing his name, Loki is brought back to present times once more. He looks to see Thor, watching him with careful eyes.

“Brother, it is wonderful to see you.”

“I wish I can say the same.”

Thor laughs, a soft chuckle compared to the booming laughter Loki knows he is capable of.

“Ah Loki, your dry wit has been missed”

Loki rolls his eyes and starts walking and Thor follows. The two walking in silence.

“What is it like?” Loki says softly. Thor looks at him in confusion.

“It?”

“The child.”

“Oh brother, Y/n is--”

“Y/n?”

That was the name she wanted. If they were to have a girl. She was determined, seeing the name in the book she loved to read. He remembers when they were telling his family she was with child.

*** Everyone was seated, servants bustling around the long table. Laughter filled the hall as the sun was setting.

“Loki, you said you had news to tell us” Frigga said, taking a sip of her wine.

Loki smiled, looking at his wife. Her face absolutely radiant as she flashes a smile of pure joy.

“ Well,” Loki waits till Thor has taken a large swig of ale, “ My beloved and are are expecting a child.”

Gasps fill the room as well as Thor's hacking, ale being spewed on the table.

“Oh Loki that is wonderful!!” Frigga exclaims standing from her seat to embrace him. “Oh my dear, this is the most wonderous news,”

“BROTHER I can’t believe it!” Thor exclaims, lifting Loki in a crushing hug. And for once, he didn’t mind it. He turns to her and hugs her more gently. “ You are just full of surprises aren’t you, starlight”

Laughter, “Thor, I thought I told you to stop calling me that”

Silence fills the hall as Odin clears his throat, “ Loki, you have made me proud.”

Loki smiles as his love beams at him.

“Thank you father.”**

They reached the dining hall. A cold feeling formed in the pits of his stomach. He can see his mother, talking with a maid as she bounces the child. He can’t see it, as Frigga's back is turned to him. Odin’s presence is notably absent, a small relief on Loki's part.

Thor notices his brother’s nerves, he pats him on the back and says, “You can do this Loki.” Then walks off to join his mother. He kisses his mothers cheek and smiles at the child. He picks her up, bouncing her a few times prompting a small laugh. Loki gimances at the sound.

Thor walks up to him with the baby.

“Loki, this is Y/n Odinson”

He looks at the child. He takes in its features, Beautiful curly hair, already thick and voluminous even at this age. Brown skin, unblemished and clean. Cheeks, chubby with baby fat. And...its eyes. Those damn eyes, he could barely stand it, (e/c) eyes, the same as his lost love. In fact, almost all it’s features that once belonged to his darling. A pain filled his body. He really couldn’t stand looking at this child.

Not when his beloved wasn’t there to gaze upon their child as well.

No, this was not his child. Not anymore.

“Get rid of it.”

Shock filled the faces of both Thor and Frigga.

“Loki you cannot be serious.”

“Brother..”

“I SAID GET RID OF IT” Loki shouts. “I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT LITTLE MONSTER.”

And with that he leaves the dining hall. Leaving behind his mother, brother and the last piece of his wife he had. He hears it’s cries fill the silence.

He had only one thought in his head as he entered his chambers.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 3 years

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A Comedy of Errors. Chapter 3: The Way of the Aces.

Please read the previous chapters before proceeding!!

Click here to read Chapter 1: Negotiations.

Click here to read Chapter 2: Suga the Setter.

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Background: Y/N is a transfer student who joined Karasuno High in her second year because her family shifted to Miyagi. She is a volleyball player and plays as a wing spiker (ace) in the Girl’s Volleyball team.

Pairing: Karasuno x fem reader || Romantic Pairing: Asahi x fem reader

NOTE: Y/N plays volleyball in this. I am not familiar with all the rules of the game so pls 2 forgive if I get any of the technicalities wrong.

Genre: Fluff and comfort with sprinkles of comedy this time! || SFW

A/N: At last, the final chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I really poured my entire soul into this. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Say, since you guys are already here. Why don’t you stay and watch us practice?" Asahi's lifespan is being shortened with every word as Suga invites Y/N and Michimiya to watch them practice. Asahi waits with bated breath. Even though he is extremely nervous, a part of him does want you to stay. So, when you do say yes, he doesn't know whether to feel happy or run out of the gym screaming. As they walk off to warm up, Suga whispers to him, "I know you're probably thinking about how you're going to fuck up your play and embarrass yourself in front of her. But while you're at it, maybe you should also think about what will happen if you actually play well." Asahi nods. "Suga." "Hmm?" "Thank you. For everything you just did. I really do appreciate it." "Of course! I'm just glad it worked out well." "And you are right, I do like her. I don't know her much but I would like to." "Aha, finally some truth around here! Well, then we just gotta make sure you give her a show worth remembering!" Suga says, winking.

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Michimiya had been watching the game intently, as was evident by her gasps and comments on everything. But you? You hadn't been able to keep your eyes off of Asahi the entire game. So much so, that you had barely given a second thought to the first years' amazing quick attack or Nishinoya's outstanding libero skills.

Asahi's spikes, his serves, his receives, his posture, his spirit, and his determination had you just...rapt with attention.

"In case you are wondering, yes, he is single." Michimiya's whisper startles you.

"W-what?" you start to blush. "I'm just taking notes!"

"But I didn't even specify who I was talking about."

You turn redder.

"He's really nice too, you know. A very genuine and kind person. I think you two would make a cute couple."

Your face is so hot now that you're sure you'll hear a sizzle any moment. You turn your head back towards the game to avoid Michimiya's gaze.

"I- I don't know who you are talking about."

Michimiya chuckles. "Of course you don't."

Even though you can feel Michimiya's gaze on you, you can't help but smile as you watch Asahi land another beautiful spike in the opponent's court.

You didn't know, of course, that you being around and watching him had been a huge boost of motivation for him to perform at his peak. You didn't know how he had been wondering what you were thinking about him the entire game. You didn't know how hard it had been for him to not glance at you after every move he made, just to see your reaction.

But he didn't know how you had felt either. He didn't know how your heart rate sped up every time he came on to serve. He didn't know you had also felt frustrated whenever his spike got shut down, feeling as though you had been shut down. He didn't know how you had wanted to shout and cheer him on but you hadn't because you didn't want to come off as a weirdo.

Truly, you would make a good couple.

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Practice is now over. Asahi's team won both the practice matches (of course they did, Suga would not have had it any other way). You and Michimiya walk over to the third years. As Michimiya starts gushing to Daichi about their game, you turn to Asahi.

"You were really - glorious, brilliant, like a God, I wish you were spiking me instead - amazing out there," you say, your eyes full of admiration.

Asahi instantly turns a deep shade of red.

"Th-thank you." He says with a smile.

"See, I told you he is great!" Suga says with a proud smile on his face.

"You were right. Karasuno really has a very talented ace."

"No, it has two of them," Asahi says, looking at you with a smile.

Now it is your turn to blush.

"Aah, I wish. I'm not quite there yet. I'm definitely nowhere close to your level," you say.

"I would love to help you any way I can."

"I would be honoured to learn from you," you say with a bow.

Suga piped up, "It's Saturday tomorrow! The boys' gym will be free till 10AM. If you want, we can practice here early morning. Say, around 7? Asahi can teach you the techniques and I can set for you both. We'll ask Daichi and Michimiya too if they want to join." and before you can answer, Suga is off to ask Daichi and Michimiya.

Wow, he really doesn't wait for an answer, huh.

Asahi looks at you and he can see you're a little unsure. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I really don't want to bother you guys so early in the morning like that."

"It's no problem at all, we usually practice early on the weekends anyway." Asahi says with a reassuring smile. That seems to melt your doubts away.

Suga walks back to you. "I've spoken to the two of them, they will join us but a little later."

"It's sorted, then." you say, smiling.

Of course, Asahi was the one who ended up walking you home that night.

Of course, Suga was "late" for the morning practice the next day, giving you and Asahi a lot of time to get comfortable around each other get nervous and DIE.

Of course, situations like these happened more than a few times.

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Before you know it, two months have passed. With Asahi and Michimiya's help, you improved tremendously and the Karasuno Girls Volleyball team cleared the first set of qualifying rounds for the Spring Interhigh. And so did the boys.

During this time, you and Asahi have become really good friends. Since you two live in the same area, you often end up going to school and walking home together, giving you a lot of time to talk about every topic under the sun. It took a while but you are now very comfortable around each other. In fact, Asahi himself wonders how he is able to tell you things so easily.

Both of your friend groups (and your entire school, also the neighbouring schools, random passersby, street dogs, birds flying past - you know, basically anyone with eyes) can see that you two are absolutely head-over-heels for each other. The only two people who don't know it are you two.

The way Asahi had gone out of his way to teach you everything he knew; how patiently he had walked you through every technique, every mistake; how he had sweetly asked you for permission every time before correcting your posture and showing you the right finger placement (mind outta the gutter fellas, we talking about volleyball here); how every time he did that, you felt a jolt of electricity whenever his fingers touched you (I promise it is still about volleyball); how he cares about even the littlest things regarding you; how every time he smiles reassuringly at you, the world feels all right again; how supportive and encouraging he has been through it all: You have fallen for him harder than you have ever fallen in your entire life.

And you just keep falling harder and harder every moment you spend with him. He has become your comfort now. No matter how stressed or nervous you are, just having Asahi around makes you feel much calmer and confident.

Asahi, on the other hand, has smiled more in these last two months than he has ever smiled. He can't help it, being around you just makes him feel like he is floating. He was blown away by how talented and hard working you are and is so proud of the progress you have made.

The way you are so kind to him. The way you always speak up whenever someone makes fun of him. The way you always hype him up and believe in him. The way the world seems to stop every time you smile at him. The way your laugh has become his favourite sound in the world. Asahi could not be more enamoured by you even if he tried. You too, are his comfort now. He knows he can talk to you about every "sentimental" topic on earth without being made fun of.

The only problem is: You both are afraid that this comfort you find in each other will be ruined if either of you confesses and the other does not reciprocate your feelings. It is now a waiting game to see who spikes their ball into the other's court first, if at all.

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You are shaking. Partly with excitement, partly with nerves. After defeating Tohoku High, only one school remains between you and the nationals: Niiyama Joshi, one of the most powerful schools that always makes it to nationals when it comes to the Miyagi prefecture.

The boys' game had ended earlier than yours and they had already left the stadium. You were absolutely delighted to hear that they beat Seijoh. Now, they have to face Shiratorizawa, another powerhouse school that always makes it to the nationals.

You and Asahi both have your own mountains to climb tomorrow.

As you are walking out of the stadium with your teammates, you spot something.

"Hey, you guys go ahead, I will be right there." you say and turn back.

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It's been a very long day but you cannot sit still at all. You cannot stop thinking about the match tomorrow. Your hands are sweaty knees weak, arms are heavy because you keep clenching your fists open and shut as you pace around your bedroom. You had hoped to be able to meet Asahi and maybe feel a little better but by the time you had reached school, the boys had already left. You know how big a day it is for him tomorrow too so you don't want to bother him by asking him to meet. However, you should at least text him and congratulate him on his victory. You open your phone and see you already have a message from him:

Asahi: Hey, I heard you guys beat Tohoku! Congratulations! I knew you could do it.

You smile.

You: Thanks, I still can't believe we did that!!! Congratulations on beating Seijoh!! I heard it was a close match.

Asahi: Thanks! Yeah, it was anyone's game by the end. It was really intense. But we managed to win. Also, I had full faith that you would make it!

You: Damn, wish I could have seen it. Sooo, Shiratorizawa next. How are you feeling?

Asahi: Really, really nervous. They're really strong and I don't think anyone believes we can beat them.

You: Well, you just gotta prove them wrong, then! I truly believe that you guys can do it.

Asahi: I really hope so. Anyway, what about you? How are you feeling about going up against Niiyama tomorrow?

You: Honestly, I cannot stop shaking and thinking about tomorrow. We are so close and I just don't want to screw up and let my team down.

Asahi: Can you get out of your house?

You stare at your phone for a moment before replying.

You: Yeah, I can sneak out the backdoor. Why?

Asahi: Sneak out after 5 minutes. I'll be there.

You: You sure about this? It's late and you need to rest for tomorrow too.

Asahi: I'm sure and I'm already on my way.

You grab your schoolbag and quietly make your way out the backdoor. You see Asahi standing outside your house. He's wearing a purple t-shirt and is carrying a bag in his hand. He smiles and waves at you as you make your way towards him. The knots in your stomach are already starting to loosen.

"Hey, Asahi!"

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry for making you sneak out like this but... I couldn't help myself when I read your messages."

"No, it's completely alright. Actually, to be honest, I was kind of hoping to meet you too. I-I always feel calmer after talking to you."

Asahi blushes.

"R-really?"

"Yeah."

"I always feel better after talking to you too."

You can feel the heat starting to build in your face as you smile at him in response.

Asahi continues, "I-I know I am not good with words. But I want to tell you that I know exactly how you feel. You won't let anyone down. I have seen you play and really, you have nothing to worry about. You have made it this far and you are strong enough to take it further."

His words make you want to cry. He has always shown so much faith in you. You look at the ground and don't say anything as you try to hold back your tears.

"-And I - uh - got you something that I thought might make you feel better."

You look up in surprise and you see him reaching his hand into the bag he brought with him. As you watch, he pulls out a light blue cloth. It's a t-shirt.

You gasp as you recognize what it is.

He holds the t-shirt open by the sleeves so that you can read what's written.

It's a "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

"Oh my God!!" you say loudly.

He is completely thrown off by your reaction as you throw your head back and laugh.

Oh no. Does she think this is lame? Asahi starts to panic.

You reach into your own bag and pull out a similar looking light blue cloth. Asahi's eyes widen.

"I bought this today at the stadium for you. I know how important tomorrow's match is for you and I knew you'd be nervous so I wanted to give you this as a motivational sort of good luck thing." you say as you hold out a larger sized "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

All of your tension and nerves melt away as you both stand there laughing and holding the T-shirts.

"I hope I got the right size," Asahi says as you exchange the t-shirts.

"Same."

"It's perfect!" You both say at the same time and erupt into a hearty laugh again.

"Thank you, Asahi. I feel a lot better now. Really, thank you for everything. We wouldn't have made it this far if not for your help."

"It was all you, Y/N. All I did was show you the way. You walked it on your own."

"Yeah, you showed me the way of the Ace." you say, smiling.

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The score is 30-31 and it is match point for Karasuno Girls' High School against Niiyama Joshi for what seems to be like the 100th time. It has just been ties after ties after ties and every set has stretched well into the 30s. Somewhere at the beginning of the fifth set, you looked up to see the Karasuno boys piling into the stands to cheer your team on. From the looks of it, they won their match against Shiratorizawa.

Playing such intense 5 sets back to back has taken a massive toll and the players on both sides of the court are at their limit. However, it is now your turn to serve and if you manage to get this point, you will be through to the nationals.

"Y/N, GIVE US A NICE SERVE!!" the boys cheer for you from the audience.

Your knees are quaking and you feel like you can barely stand, much less run or jump. You are so out of breath that you feel like you are going to pass out any minute. As you somehow force yourself to walk into position, you can feel your knees buckling under you.

As you stand there, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, your eyes instinctively search for Asahi. Even though he is far, you can easily spot him due to his height and the familiar light blue t-shirt he has changed into after his match.

As your eyes meet, Asahi cups his hands around his mouth and BELLOWS.

"JUST ONE MORE. YOU GOT THIS!"

The whistle blows.

BAM.

You barely have time to realize what happened as you are tackled to the ground by your teammates. There's a lot of hugging and crying and shouting.

As you recover from your shock, it finally registers. It was a service ace. Niiyama's libero had tried to dig the ball but it had bounced out of bounds.

You've won.

Tears of exhaustion and exhilaration start to flow from your eyes as you hug your teammates.

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Your feet are killing you as you walk out of the locker room towards the bus, wearing your own WotA t-shirt. It's late and the corridor is silent and empty as you're one of the very last few people to leave.

"I told you you could do it."

You look up and see Asahi standing a little further ahead, smiling at you.

You don't say anything, you just walk up to him and hug him. He seems taken aback but only for a bit as, barely a second later, you feel his large arms wrap around you tightly.

You both stand there for a while, both too exhausted to speak but finding comfort in each other's arms. It just feels so...right. Like this is exactly where and how you are meant to be.

When you finally break apart, you can see that Asahi is looking a little nervous.

"S-say, Y/N. I was wondering... i-if you would maybe want to go on a- on a date with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"It is completely okay if you don't! I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anythi-"

"Yes, yes, YES! I will go on a date with you."

"Really? You really want to go out with me?"

"Yes. Honestly, Asahi, I fell for you a long time ago. I was just afraid of freaking you out and ruining our friendship. So, I didn't say anything."

Asahi let out a little laugh. "It's freaky how we think so similarly because same." He takes your hand in his. "I fell for you the day I met you. And I just kept falling harder and harder the more I got to know you. I just never imagined you would feel the same way for me too."

"I do, I do, I so do! I always have!"

Both of you have the biggest smiles on your faces as you stand there holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

You suddenly start to blush furiously.

"So...um...since we usually seem to be thinking the same thing. Um, would you like to kiss me?"

Asahi's eyes open so wide that you're worried they'll pop out of their sockets any minute. He is blushing furiously as he simply nods and leans in.

Your heart is thundering as your lips meet. But, it's Asahi. He kisses you with such tenderness and affection that you just melt into him.

The two aces of Karasuno walk out of the stadium hand-in-hand, wearing their matching WotA T-shirts. You're going to nationals, you've found some really great friends and you have found each other. Life is good.

FIN.

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Finally, I am so happy with how this turned out. I was stuck for a while trying to decide where to go with this story and I was panicking a little about not updating sooner. But I am glad I did not hurry this up because I really LOVE the turn this took in my head which it wouldn't have if I hadn't let the ideas stew in my mind for a while.

I know this was a long read but I really hope you guys enjoyed it and it was worth the read and the wait.

Likes, comments, reblogs and follows are always appreciated. Please DO NOT repost

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crispin-kreme · 3 years

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what an ending! : haruchiyo sanzu

warnings: cursing, light mentions of blood, angst no comfort, grammatical errors

note: this is a rewrite because i figured how to suit the scene lol. pretend you guys didn’t read anything that i posted last night-

based this of with that one scene in maurice (dir. by james ivory) wherein maurice heads to the door and calls ada but then clive stops him- then maurice kisses clive. its a pretty angsty scene so idk how to explain this KSDKSJSKSJ (for reference here’s the movie. go to 1:03:28 then watch it till 1:04:17). anyways enjoy! <3

tagging: @lawfullgood (bcs he wants to get hurt) and @prync3r3n , @atsuwiee for witnessing the brainrot happen <3

song rec:

if you had to describe your relationship with sanzu you would use the word risky. dating sanzu was a risk you were willing to take and you would gladly lose everything just for him. dating someone from a crime organization is obviously dangerous. hence, keeping your relationship with him in secret.

a lot have changed throughout the whole year of the relationship. feelings of love have been replaced with fear and anxieties. the love of your life is a possible criminal- it hurts you that you cannot talk about him in public. it pains you that you’ll never be able to defend him at a particular point. its insane that you’re dating him. thus, you fell out of love.

sanzu came home early than expected tonight. you stand before him as he sat on the bed. you were talking about your day, suddenly sanzu cuts you off “wait- senju is here?” he asks “yes. she’s probably just taking a shower. i spent the whole day with her again. i really like your sister.” you replied. sanzu furrows his eyebrows.

“you’re not seeing her, aren’t you?” sanzu asks. you gave him a confused look “no- sanzu, i’m not.” you tell him. “is that why you haven’t greeted me at the door? you were with her all the time?” sanzu interrogates as jealousy is evident in his words. “i’m not seeing your goddamn sister! fucking hell.” you exclaimed.

you sighed “let’s end this.” you blurted out. sanzu widens his eyes as he looks at you. “let’s end our relationship.” you clarified. “i like you enormously- i love you as a matter of fact. but things have changed. i would gladly risk every thing for you because i dread losing you but… you’re not the right person i would risk every thing to.” you explained with all honesty.

sanzu gets up from the bed “so you’re seeing with her? senju!” he exclaims. “sanzu, what the fuck are you doing?!” you muttered to him. he approaches the door but you block his way and held onto the doorknob for him not to open the door. “senju!” he calls. you try to restrain him and push him away from the door “goddamnit, sanzu. you’re going to make this worse!” you mumbled at him.

then he pulls you into a kiss, trying to make you stay and not leave him. your eyes widened and you gathered all your strength to push him away. but as he fell to the ground, he accidentally bit your lip causing it to bleed.

“i-i didn’t mean to.. are you alright?” sanzu stutters out. you touched your bleeding lip and nodded “i’m alright.” you replied. your words finally register into sanzu’s mind, making him tear up and sob. “what an ending!” he cries out. “what’s going to happen to me now?” he asks in between his cries. “i’m sorry.. but we’re done.” you said as you walked out of the room.

senju approached you and was concerned about your lip. “did my brother hurt you?” senju asks. “no. i’m fine..” you said with a tired sigh. on the other hand, sanzu reaches for the door and locks it as he sobs hardly. his sobs were heard outside. “oh shit, is he crying?” senju asks you. “sanzu?” you called out as you tried to unlock the door. you sighed and let go of the doorknob.

“i’ll go ahead. good night, senju. take care of your brother.” you tell her as you rushed outside, leaving sanzu broken.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokrev imagines #tokrev x reader #tokrev angst #tokrev scenarios #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

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bxngchxn · 3 years

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mutual || h. hyunjin

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

characters: hyunjin x female reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: smut

warnings: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18

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Okay, this was probably the stupidest decision you had made in awhile. Or rather, the stupidest decision Hyunjin had made that you agreed to. You knew the moment your best friend invited himself over to your apartment for a “movie night”, that there was something going on.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his boldness. Regardless, you made sure your apartment was visitor friendly, even though you knew he wouldn’t care. Hyunjin has been your best friend since junior year of high school. Now into your second year of college, the two of you have been through pretty much everything.

True to his word, five minutes later Hyunjin walked into your apartment and dramatically flopped onto your couch. You watched him while you walked into the living room, the blonde haired boy making himself comfortable before turning to you.

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“Look. Just hear me out,” he starts, and alarms immediately go off in your head. “Hwang Hyunjin what did you do?” You ask him, eyes narrowing. Sticking his hands out defensively, he sits up right on the couch. “I didn’t do anything !! I just… so the boys and I were talking about movies today, yeah?” He started. Unsure of where this was going, and why you were involved, you nod your head slowly.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

Yeah, you had heard of it. It was the biggest trend going around right now. Some movie about a guy that meets a woman, kidnaps her and wants her to fall in love with him within a year, and if not she gets to leave. Everything you’ve heard about it has been a mix of cringe and intrigue. The movie is extremely dirty, you’ve heard.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to see where the conversation takes you. “Ah, well, uh.. Ha-have you seen it?” He looks too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “No, I haven’t, Hyunjin. What does any of this have to do with me?” You question. Hyunjin shifts around in his spot on the couch. “Well, the boys..the b-boys dared me to watch it and I don’t want to watch it alone! Will you please watch it with me? Please?” He says quickly. Your eyes widen, not able to believe that this was the reason he was in your living room.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

“No! Y/N we’ve been friends for so long and it’s not like we’re not comfortable with each other!!” He reasons. “Hyunjin, it’s basically porn!” You laugh, unsure how to correctly convey your emotions. “Look, let’s watch like half of it. You know I can’t back down on a dare, Y/N please,” he begs. You weighed the options. Would it be weird? Maybe a little, but he’s right. You’re comfortable with him. What could go wrong, right? It’s just a movie.

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

This movie was way more sexual than you had originally thought. Yeah, you had heard the rumors about the infamous Boat Scene, where the main character finally gives in to her male kidnapper and they spend what seems like the entire day absolutely railing each other, but you didn’t think it would be this…graphic.

You were basically sitting on your couch watching softcore porn with your best friend. If someone had told you that this was how you would be spending your night, you’d laugh in their face. But here you are, sitting five feet apart from Hyunjin on the couch, both of you too afraid to make eye contact with each other as the two main characters have yet another round, this time on the front deck of the boat.

You were definitely hot and bothered at this point, how could you not be? You tried to be subtle, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t wait for Hyunjin to get out of here so you could take care of it yourself, his presence not helping you in the slightest.

Hyunjin is hot, everyone knows it. His long hair dyed a platinum blonde and always kept in a ponytail, except for tonight he decided to let it hang down around him. You tried taking a glance at him, afraid he’d catch you staring and make the atmosphere even more awkward than it already was.

Hyunjin was having a hard time. Figuratively and literally. He had no clue this movie would be like this!! He heard the rumors just like you had, but he figured that everyone was over exaggerating, wanting to seem cool for watching a “raunchy movie”, but no, they were all spot on. And to make matters worse, he was watching it with you. He had no idea why he decided this would be a good idea. Maybe get some laughs at how terrible the movie is, and then turn it off and order takeout or something? He’s really not sure. But now all he’s thinking about is the fact that there is porn playing on your tv, and your shifting back and forth has not gone unnoticed by him.

Would it really be bad if he…initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

Hyunjin can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as he takes a side glance at you. Your eyes are still glued to the screen, most likely due to embarrassment, but partially out of lust. He can see your pupils get larger slightly as you watch the scenes unfolding on tv. You shift your weight once more, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath as he turns to actually face you.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is…something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah…sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look…now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we…help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

“Have you heard of mutual masturbation?” you ask him. Hyunjin almost chokes at hearing those words even leave your mouth. He thought you were going to yell at him, push him out of your apartment and never want to speak to him again. You surprised yourself by being so forward, but it’s Hyunjin. It wouldn’t hurt.

“I..yeah, I have. Do..do you want to?” He asks, finally looking you in the eyes. Your gaze meets his, and the lust is evident in his eyes as he tries to discreetly check you out. This would change your friendship in a way that you would’ve never expected it to, but you don’t feel worried at all.

“You’re not gonna be weird about it afterwards, right? I mean, it’s not a big deal right?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “No! Not a big deal at all, as long as you’re not going to be w- oh, okay” he says, cutting himself off because you’ve now angled yourself in the corner of the couch to face him, your hands already ghosting the edge of your sleep shorts. You giggle as Hyunjin moves to do the same, and the sound is music to his ears.

Hyunjin sweeps his eyes over your form, and feels something spark in him. You look so small all the way over there, the giant tshirt you had on was not doing anything to help the sight. Hyunjin was starting to have ideas, and he decides that he wants to test the waters.

Before he can even get to it though, you let out a little sigh as your fingers tease yourself over your underwear. “H-hyunjin.. Can you like, say something? Maybe?” You ask timidly. You can see the mood shift in his eyes as he smirks.

“Oh, you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?” He chuckles, and with the way your chest hitches, he knows he’s headed in the right direction. You blush and nod your head, embarrassed to say anything else.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

Sliding his hands into his boxers, he sighs in relief at finally feeling something. “Do you feel good baby? Talk to me,” he tells you, and for some reason the new pet name sets you on fire. Following his lead you finally move your fingers past your panties, dragging circles along your clit and letting a soft moan slip past your lips. “Yes, God, so good” you moan. You look up at him and the feeling is magnified.

His sweatpants have fallen a little low on his hips, and the sight of his hips and the muscles under his tshirt has you wanting to see more. Hyunjin notices you eyeing him, and decides to take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. He’s absolutely gorgeous, muscles flexing as he works himself up.

“Now don’t let me be the only one getting naked baby, let me really see you,” he says, and the tone is just between demanding and almost condescending. This new side to Hyunjin instantly makes you want to give in, and you’d do whatever he asked you to as long as you got to look at him like this.

You watch his eyes go wide when you take your shirt off, and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t even in your bra. Chest completely bare in front of him, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as he slides his sweatpants down farther. You now have a perfect view of his cock, long and hard in his hand. This was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Jesus fuck-” Hyunjin groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. You match his movements, getting yourself worked up. At this point you take your shorts off as well, the two of you completely naked, on opposite sides of the couch.

“You can take a few fingers for me, right doll? Show me what you do when no one’s around,” He says, fucking up into his hand. You bring your hand up to your mouth and slide your fingers in, putting on a show for him. His eyes never leave your face, and you’re glad he’s as affected by this as you are.

You insert one finger into your core and your back arches, finally getting a taste of what you’ve been wanting so badly. Its nowhere near enough, you decide, and insert another finger. Hyunjin thinks that you look so, so pretty like this. He could sit for hours and just watch you, wouldn’t even need to touch you and he would be okay.

Getting lost in your own pleasure, you let your thoughts travel to the boy on the couch across from you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the times you’ve ever gotten off to the thought of your best friend flash behind your eyelids, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Hyunjin is almost there, too, and wants to make sure you cum before him, or at least at the same time as him. “F-fuck Y/N I’m so close. You can go a little faster for me, right baby? Make yourself feel good for me,” he says, and the request has you keening. “H-Hyunjin,” you moan out, letting the feeling completely take over as your reach down to rub circles on your clit, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Just like that baby, maybe next time I’ll let you cum on my fingers instead,” he says, voice getting breathy as he approaches his high. “Oh God, Hyunjin please,” you beg, even though you’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point.

It doesn’t take too much longer until the coil that was wound suddenly bursts, your orgasm taking over your senses. You lift your back off of the couch, whimpers coming from your mouth as you ride out your own orgasm. Watching you cum sets Hyunjin off, and he quickens his pace. Ribbons of white paint his stomach and his hands, and the sounds that leave his lips, deep and gravely are almost enough to set you off again.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, the movie completely forgotten. The credits were rolling in the background now, and Hyunjin has completely forgotten about the dare he was supposed to be doing right now. You look over at Hyunjin, his skin glowing and just looking absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin is thinking the same, taking in the way your hair has gotten messed up from running your hands through it, and the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧

@dom--minnie @sparklemin @minholuvs @hanflix @moonlit-lixie

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #bxngchxn fics #hyunjin

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Can I request a MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki, and Gonta? (separately)

hello! thank you for being patient with me < 3! here you go mod chihiro!! i hope you'll enjoy this :>! this is also my first time writing something mtf so if i got anything wrong i'm so sorry :(!

MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki and Gonta

chihiro fujisaki — the ultimate programmer

very nervous when you tell him that you two have to talk. his mind immediately goss to negative thoughts and he starts to worry :(

are u okay?? are u mad at him? are u about to leave him?!

he is so nervous up to the time that you two start to talk

he was ready to start bawling and asking you why you want to leave him but then—

"chihiro, i'm a transgender woman" "y/n why do want to lea— wait, what was that?"

you repeat once more that you are mtf and he visibly relaxes

"ah, i was so worried i did something wrong!! i'm so proud of how strong you are to come out :)!"

he's very supportive and not at all judgemental. he's quite curious about being mtf though. what is it like to hav transitioned from a male to a female? you don't get bullied whenever people find out, right? you better not be getting bullied cause chihiro isn't the strongest but he's friends with a biker gange leader and the school's ultimate moral compass :) (yes they are besties you cannot change my mind)

Chihiro's love for you doesn't waver at all!! In fact, he ends up loving you even more :)!!

mikan tsumiki — the ultimate nurse

just like chihiro, she's very nervous from the day you tell her you two need to talk till the day you two actually talk

she's fidgeting so much when you two are about to talk, she's ready to start begging for forgiveness for whatever she may have done wrong

"y-y/n i-i'm so sorry for whatever i di-did wrong!! i pr-promise i d-didn't—" "mikan, sweetie, relax. i just... finally found the courage to tell you that i'm trans ^-^"

she stops apologizing as soon as you tell her to relax and her face visibly lights up as soon as you tell her the news. you... you trust her enough to tell her something so important?? she's over the moon!!

she's bisexual but she has a preference for females not saying she wouldn't love you as a guy no no that's not it!! she's just happy that you had the strength to transition from male to female :>

baby is also very, very, VERY supportive of you! she's sure to show you that no matter what, even if you may have been a male at the start, that doesn't mean her love for you is going away < 3

ibuki mioda — the ultimate musician

was very willing and excited to talk when you mentioned you had something important to say

unlike the first two, ibuki can sorta read people very well! she can tell what type of person they are and knows when a situation is gloomy enough to need uplifting or jokes, or when a situation is sappy, so she could tell that when you told her you needed to talk, it wasn't going to be anything devastating

"hey hey hey sugar to my plum!!" she would greet you have excitedly as always, giving you a big hug and a a few kisses as part of her greeting. she could tell you were nervous from the moment she saw you fidgeting so she had to relieve some of the tension!

"sooooo what was this super duper ultra mega important thing you needed to tell me??" she asks and waits patiently for you to start talking. she listens intently and lets her jaw drop open when you confess to being trans and ask if she still accepts you despite this

girl literally scoops you up and starts swinging you from side to side in the air

"awww c'mere you little cutie!! of course i still accept you :)! banana or not, balloons or flat, i still love you just as much!!"

very very supportive, she's happy that you came out to her cause she knows that telling people information such as that takes a lot of courage and she's proud of you for it < 3

gonta gokuhara — the ultimate entomologist

immediately agrees to talk to you cause he's a gentleman and he can't say no to you :)

"gentleman listen to y/n talk! listening to loved one talk is proof of gentleman love :)"

so the day you tell him the news arrives and gonta and you are just sitting in the living room while he's trying to show you a butterfly that he placed in a container earlier this morning

you clear your throat and quickly grab his hands, you know that gonta most likely wouldn't reject you for being trans but there's still that underlying worry (that is utterly useless cause this is gonta we're talking abt bby boi wouldn't even dream of hurting you)

"so gonta uh... i was once a guy :)" "y/n... was guy...? but s/o is girl? gonta is confused, sorry!"

you'll have to spend a few minutes explaining to gonta what being mtf is and have to tell him how becoming a girl when you were a guy was possible

once he understands he's like ":0 gonta still love y/n! being boy before is okay, what important is y/n and gonta love each other :)"

please this boy accepts and love you so much he's so quick to protect you whenever someone makes fun of you for being trans and he's ready to show a more scary side to him

no one is going to mess with you, and that's because you got a wonderful gentleman who loves and accepts you to death :3

chiaki nanami — the ultimate gamer

is very calm when you tell her you two have to talk about something and immediately accepts

she has a feeling that this conversation you two will have will be something rather important so she tries not to distract herself with a game when you two speak

intently listens to you speak when you say that you're transgender and asks some questions to clear up her questions in mind

once that's over with, she expresses her acceptance as love by giving you a tight but loving hug and a kiss to the cheek

"i... hope you know that no matter what you are, i'd still love and care for you dearly. i love everything about you, y/n"

offers to play a game with you after your confession and even lets you win! (though you pout when you know she's purposefully trying to lose, it warms your heart to know that she's making you happy)

very supportive girlfriend! 10/10 would love < 3

ah I can't believe i'm almost done with requests!! i'll have a big announcement once i'm done with all of them so do watch out for that < 3!

please do take care of yourselves lovelies! autumn loves y'all very much!! stay safe and healthy my beloved maple leaves :)!

#chihiro fujisaki x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #ibuki mioda x reader #gonta gokuha x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #danganronpa x reader #mod mahiru writes #mod mahiru #mtf headcanons!

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