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ravenya003 · 7 months ago

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Puppet Show, E01E09

My favourite season one episode!

If Angel was a turning point in the show's mythos, then The Puppet Show is a standalone example of what the show can be on a weekly basis: high concept premise, clever twists, genuine pathos and a great guest-star. It’s also the only episode in this season (barring the finale) that moves away from the “high school metaphor” format and just focuses on being a fun supernatural murder-mystery.

These days it would be classified as filler, since it’s a Monster of the Week story that’s entirely self-contained, though it does herald the arrival of Armin Shimerman as Principal Snyder. And it’s about the time-honoured high school tradition of annual talent shows for students who have very little actual talent.

It starts off from the point-of-view of the monster, with a scary voiceover and a creeping “monster-cam” that crawls through the backstage dress rehearsals of the auditorium – and it’s a total cheat since we see Morgan, Sid and Marc from this so-called demon’s perspective. I mean, if it was just the first two, then it would be a clever indicator that they’re not in fact the demon that Buffy is looking for. But Marc is there too, so whose perspective is this scene coming from?

Ah well. Giles has been put in charge of overseeing the show by the new school principal (or as he puts it “our new furore”) and is slowly dying as he watches Cordelia’s terrible singing performance. I can’t fathom the thought process that would lead Snyder to deciding that “the school librarian should manage the talent show,” but he needs to be involved for plot purposes, so whatever.

Snyder arrives just in time to hear Buffy, Xander and Willow make fun of Giles for his new responsibilities, and promptly informs them they’ll be participating in the show as well.

Just to make sure we’re all paying attention, he also rattles off a boatload of continuity: reminding the trio that his predecessor was eaten, that the three of them left school yesterday (to fight the robot-demon in “I Robot, You Jane”) and that he’s sick of all the strange occurrences in the school, including: “suicide, missing persons, spontaneous cheerleader combustion...”

So I guess poor Dave is going to be remembered as the guy who hanged himself.

There’s a fun musical cue when Buffy sits down glumly right on the final note of the tuba-player’s performance, and Giles tries to hide his amusement.

The next act is a student called Morgan Shay with a ventriloquist dummy by the name of Sid. He’s pretty bad at first, until all of a sudden (which is made out to be part of the act) the dummy starts insulting him. Morgan’s lips aren’t moving, though the jokes still aren’t worth the amount of laughing that’s going on.

Meanwhile, Buffy says of dummies that: “they give me the wig.” Bless, they’re still trying to make “wiggins” happen. They’ve even shortened it.

Once rehearsals finish, we get the monster-cam vision again, as a ballet dancer packs up her stuff and then makes the fatal mistake of investigating a noise and calling out: “hello, is someone there?” instead of just booking it. Who cares if someone is there? Just leave.

The following day, our trio have decided on performing a dramatic scene from Oedipus as the least painful way of getting through the show, and once again Morgan – apparently – starts speaking as Sid in order to make some suggestive jokes. Thankfully, Buffy shuts down the horny dummy shtick (it was dated even in the nineties) only a few seconds before everyone hears a scream.

Emily the ballet dancer’s body has been found, minus her heart. Everyone is suitably sober, though because this is Sunnydale High, the mutilated corpse of a peer found on campus is not enough of a reason to send the rest of the student body home for the day.

Giles approaches the trio and tell them that Emily’s heart was removed, and that the murder weapon was a knife – which suggests a human culprit. Everyone is appalled at this, even though they’ve dealt with a human would-be killer in the past (the zookeeper from “The Pack”). Buffy doesn’t buy it, though given the location of Emily’s death, the obvious first step in any investigation is to question the rest of the talent show participants.

(As has been mentioned before, any police presence would obviously severely hinder the writers’ ability on a Doylist level to just let the show’s main characters solve this particular mystery, but their complete absence in this episode is pretty weird. They’re represented by a bit of police tape and a faceless extra and that’s it).

Everyone splits up to interrogate the rest of the talent show, and everyone from the juggler to the magician to the tuba player point the finger at a single suspect: Morgan. Apparently he’s been muttering to himself lately and acting like he’s in pain, and was the last to speak to Emily before she was found dead.

And hey, one of these characters in this montage is played by a Black actress, which takes the number of Black people living in Sunnydale up to a grand total of three (the other being Blayne’s friend in “Teacher’s Pet” and the girl whose mouth disappeared in “Witch”).

Seeking out their prime suspect, Buffy finds Morgan in the auditorium, seemingly in an argument with his dummy. He covers by telling her that he’s practicing throwing his voice, and there’s a nicely staged little scene between the three of them in which Morgan has to negotiate a conversation with Buffy while also pretending to be speaking for the sentient puppet that won’t stop interjecting!

Rich Werner actually does really good work in this role, having to act constantly distracted and twitchy in a way that points just as much to ill health as it does to demon-related shenanigans. As with Dave, I feel desperately sorry for Morgan in regards to what happens to him.

Buffy decides to break into Morgan’s locker to search for more clues, but is caught by Principal Snyder, who makes some thinly veiled threats. I’d totally forgotten that the script treats him as a candidate for the killer!

I support a girl’s right to wear whatever she wants, but wow, that’s a tiny dress.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Morgan and Sid are watching them from behind a half-closed door, and they’ve seen Buffy’s super strength in busting open the lock.

Throughout the episode so far, there’s been some cute double-meaning talk between them, from: “right now you and me gotta be on the lookout. Figure out who's gonna be next,” to “you saw what she did, how strong she is. She's the last! Just this one more, and I'll be free.”

It’s dialogue that matches either one of the theories that Giles and Willow have come up with: that the killer is a type of demon who must steal brains and hearts every few years to keep up their human visage, OR that a dummy like Sid “already possessed of consciousness” could act upon their desire to become human by harvesting organs.

And yet, not all the pieces fit. As Giles points out, Morgan is getting weaker, not stronger. And if Sid is the demon, why does he need to be in league with Morgan? Morgan certainly acts nervous and edgy, suggesting he’s afraid of his puppet, but what exactly is his purpose in this partnership?

The truth of what’s really going on makes all this clear, but for now at least, I love it when stories introduce theories that get discarded when the evidence doesn’t fit, when the audience is exposed to disparate clues that don’t add up; all leading to the characters finally reaching a solution that accounts for everything they've witnessed. For some reason, logical wrongness in fiction is fascinating to me.

In a bit of padding that also serves as a reminder that Joyce still exists, there’s a cute little scene between her and Buffy in which Buffy talks her out of attending the talent show. Later that night, she’s convinced something managed to break into her bedroom – and the open window supports that claim.

The next day I’m thrilled to meet yet another member of the Sunnydale High faculty: a history teacher called Mrs Jackson. She seems passionate about her chosen field and is nice to her students, so I hope she made it out of her teaching tenure alive and well.

In this scene Sid does a Natalie French-level neck-swivel to stare at Buffy, and when Mrs Jackson can’t get Morgan’s attention, she takes Sid from his desk to stash in a cupboard for the duration of the class. Once the period ends, Morgan attempts to retrieve him, and gets incredibly flustered when it's revealed that he’s disappeared.

This time the culprit is Xander, who must have performed a fairly impressive slight-of-hand to remove Sid from the cupboard without Mrs Jackson seeing him. He’s brought Sid to the library to ascertain once and for all that he’s absolutely a puppet, and though Buffy isn’t impressed with his fooling around, takes the opportunity to find and talk to Morgan without his appendage.

Unfortunately, all she finds is Morgan’s body backstage in the auditorium – his head sliced upon and his brain removed. (And a brief confrontation directly prior to this once again asks us to believe Snyder might be responsible).

Before she can do anything, there’s a snapping sound and the chandelier falls on top of her. Okay, why the hell is there a chandelier hanging from the ceiling behind the curtains of a high school auditorium? While she’s pinned to the floor, Sid rushes up and tries to stab Buffy with a knife – she manages to fend him off, lift the chandelier, and then pin the psychotic dummy to the wall with her arm.

Sid: You win. Now you can take your heart and your brain and move on.

Buffy: I'm sure they would have made great trophies for your case.

Sid: That woulda been justice.

Buffy: Yeah, except for one thing: you lost, and now you'll never be human.

Sid: Yeah, well, neither will you.

[beat]

Buffy and Sid: What?

It’s a great Bait and Switch, and it cuts through all the red herrings and misdirection that the episode has thrown at us. Sid is not a demon, but a demon hunter under a curse. Morgan wasn’t in the puppet’s thrall, but just a nervy teenager trying to assist Sid in his mission to kill the last of the demon brotherhood. Sid referring to “freeing himself” referred to his chance to lift the curse that turned him into a dummy. The reason they targeted Buffy was because from their point-of-view her super strength made her the prime candidate for the demon. It answers every question but one: if neither Sid nor Buffy is the demon, then who is?

Sid is sure it’s someone from the talent show (which is about to start) and so instructs Giles to form a “power circle” with all the participants in attendance. Since the demon has obtained his heart and brain, then whoever’s not there has to be the demon.

Problem: everyone is there. More red herrings: Sid disappears and Giles spots Snyder lurking around backstage. But he’s got no time to confront him – the show must go on!

And in her search for Sid, Buffy finds a brain. It’s obviously Morgan’s, who was a very smart guy, so why did the demon reject it? Willow checks his school records and discovers he was suffering from brain cancer – which explains all the headaches he was having and why the demon is still on the loose. It still needs a healthy, intelligent brain.

That’s easy, decide Buffy and Xander. All they have to do is protect Willow, the next smartest person they know. Unfortunately, this doesn’t take Giles into account, who is currently demonstrating that he’s not actually that smart by assisting Marc in his magic act by willingly allowing himself to get strapped down onto a guillotine.

Yes, the demon was Marc the whole time! Wait, who? Well, he was one of the contestants that the gang interviewed after Emily’s death, and he’s popped up a couple of times after that in a comedic capacity given that he’s absolutely no good at stage magic. I’d say his haplessness was meant to be a clue as to his true identity, but the episode has been at pains to demonstrate that none of these students have any talent.

Having realized that Giles is in imminent danger, the trio arrive just in the nick of time. As in, Xander catches the rope attached to the guillotine as it is falling, while Buffy fights the demon and Willow tries to loosen Giles’s bonds.

Um, where on earth are the rest of the talent show contestants while all this is going on?

Buffy manages to behead the demon with his own guillotine, but Sid reappears to tell her that he has to take out the heart for it to die properly. Then, his curse will finally be lifted. He does the deed, and the dummy slumps over. As he told her earlier, his body has long-since turned to dust. For him, “freedom” from the curse is the freedom of death.

I actually like how quiet and almost anti-climatic his final moments are: no drawn out speeches or flashing lights, not even a glimpse of his human self in spirit form before he ascends to the afterlife – just a methodical doing of what needs to be done. And the rest is silence.

Until the curtains open on Buffy holding a mannikin in the Pietà Pose, Willow brandishing an axe, and a headless demon. Snyder is not impressed. It’s such a great ending, that I’ll withdraw the question of where the heck the rest of the talent show participants disappeared to.

And hey – look! It’s a post-credit scene! This is the only episode in the show’s entire seven-year run that contains such a thing, and it’s the trio attempting to pull off their dramatic reading of Oedipus while Snyder and Giles (and the entire audience) watch to varying degrees of bewilderment and/or exasperation.

Xander forgets his lines, Buffy is utterly fed up, and Willow rushes off when stage fright strikes. It’s cute.

I love this episode because I generally love puzzle-box plots – when they’re handled properly and all the disparate pieces come together into a coherent whole. “The Puppet Show” pulls it off: the misdirection, the double-meaning loaded dialogue, the careful seeding of plot-points such as Morgan’s intelligence (“you’re one of the brightest kids I’ve seen in a long time”) and his waning health (all the headaches), the fun twist that’s predicated on our aversion to ventriloquist dummies. There's also a twinge of fairy tale ambiance about it, which is always going to get you extra points in my book.

I’ve no idea what exactly inspired writers Rob Des Hotel and Dean Batali, but other famous dummies of the era include Slappy from R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps books, and Scarface from Batman: The Animated Series. Both had their first appearances in 1993, predating Sid by four years – though obviously there have been hundreds of other examples of the classic ventriloquist dummies in pop culture before and since “The Puppet Show” first aired in 1997.

And Sid is a great character, so much so that if they ever make a Buffy the Vampire Slayer prequel (I envision a miniseries that focuses on one of Buffy’s distant predecessors) it would be very cool to see his backstory play out in full. The script wisely but tantalizingly only gives us a rough sketch of who he was as a human: a demon hunter who was cursed into the body of a dummy, and who has been hunting down the seven members of the demonic brotherhood ever since.

We don’t get much more detail than that, only that he was friends (perhaps more?) with a Korean Slayer back in the thirties. So he’s been around for a while, and for all we know, that was a love story of epic proportions. Talk about Hero of Another Story potential!

Has his backstory ever been explored in more detail in any supplementary material? Because I have the vague inkling he turned up in one of the video games. [Quick Google search: something called Chaos Bleeds, where his soul is put back into a dummy by the First (!!!) before he’s finally freed at the end of the game. Huh.]

They build a strong rapport between Buffy and Sid in a surprisingly short amount of time, so much so that I felt a feeling when he slips away.

While we’re here, let’s also pour one out for Morgan. I feel desperately sorry for this character for so many reasons. At first, we’re led to believe that he’s either a demon, or a guy in cahoots with an evil dummy that has some sort of hold over him, forcing him into being an accessory to murder. Turns out he’s a perfectly decent guy struggling with brain cancer and trying to do the right thing by helping Sid hunt down the final demon.

How’d he meet Sid in the first place? Was he involved in Sid’s successful killing of any of the other demons? Why was he so certain the last demon was in the talent show? Where were his parents during all of this? And what kind of psychological impact would all this have had on the poor guy? Imagine trying to hunt down a demon while fighting brain cancer and knowing that your bright future is in jeopardy on two fronts.

And then he’s horribly murdered, and no one even cares! Sid doesn’t mention him at all after he’s killed, and (despite setting up a preexisting friendship, or at least amiable acquaintance with Willow) the rest of the Scoobies only discuss him in regards to the ongoing mystery. Heck, they demonstrated more grief for Emily, who had barely any screentime.

We don’t even see his death – he’s last seen freaking out about Sid’s disappearance in Mrs Jackson’s classroom, and then he’s brutally murdered by Marc off-screen. Come to think of it, he was probably backstage because he was looking for Sid. It’s all very, very sad.

But I still love this episode. A great guest star, a twisty-turny plot, a fun subversion of the Demonic Dummy trope, and a solid introduction to a recurring antagonist. I’m still chuffed that Snyder was heavily hinted as being the demonic killer for a fair portion of this episode.

And like I said, it’s nice to move away from the “high school is hell” metaphor and just have a quirky murder-mystery for a change.

Miscellaneous Observations:

Early on, Giles is given the line: “A demon is a creature of evil, pure and very simple.” Um, really? Cos we’re eventually gonna meet a WHOLE lotta demons who don’t fit that profile.

Cordelia is on comic relief duty for this episode, and new viewers would be forgiven for wondering what the point of her is at this stage. But her time will come. Also, no Angel for the second episode in a row.

There is a particular emphasis here on Buffy, Willow and Xander operating as a trio, which I always appreciate, from Giles saying: “oh, you three” when they turn up to mock him, to Snyder pinpointing them as “those three.” That relationship really is the crux of the show at this point: those three against the world, who are identified as such by friend and foe alike.

Armin Shimerman is given a special notation in the title sequence, in which he’s identified as a “special guest”. Does he keep this honour for the duration of the show? I can't recall.

Xander jumps at the sight of a mime, which mildly foreshadows his fear of clowns in the next episode (which has otherwise never come up before).

Willow apparently plays the piano, something that has never been mentioned before, nor will be ever again.

In hindsight, it’s actually pretty funny at just how little Sid gives a shit when it comes to talking of his own volition in front of other people. He did it constantly. I suppose he knew Morgan was just going to take the blame, and what was anyone going to do anyway? Believe he’s real?

What do you think the Scoobies did with Sid’s “corpse”? Bury it? Mount it on the wall? Give it to a travelling circus? Kept it in Giles’s basement as a souvenir?

This is the episode that taught me what a “power circle” was – when you get everyone involved in a show to gather in a circle pre-curtain and rev them all up. I’ve since used it in real life.

A recurring feature of this episode was that Buffy’s instincts were consistently correct, despite everyone else’s skepticism. She doesn’t believe that a human being was responsible for Emily’s death, and she’s right. She thinks that Sid is a sentient being, and she’s right.

Later, she believes that neither Morgan nor Sid are the culprits behind the murders – and she’s still right. Usually a story would have the protagonist assert a belief in order to demonstrate how fallible she is by proving her wrong... but in this case, the Scoobies would have done well to trust her instincts from the get-go.

When Buffy, Xander and Willow burst out of the library and go rushing down the hall to save Giles, there’s a brief glimpse of someone in the hall behind them. A janitor? An extra? A crewman that wandered into frame? Until I got the screenshot I assumed it was Snyder and that a scene had been cut which featured him slowing them down somehow, but apparently... it's just some guy in the hall.

As stated, there’s not much evidence that Marc the magician is the demon beyond the fact he’s really bad at magic, which might just be the weak note of the episode. There’s no satisfaction to be found in the reveal – it’s just a random guy who made a couple of appearances throughout the episode. It could have just as easily been the juggler or the mime.

I enjoyed Giles psyching out Cordelia by staring at her hair, mostly because the idea was suggested to him by Xander, implying that a friendship is building up between them. Speaking of, Xander gets his first real Big Damn Heroes moment by catching the guillotine rope and saving Giles’s life.

In his confrontation with Buffy, Snyder tells her: “there’s something going on with you. I’ll figure it out sooner or later.” It’s a shame this never really goes anywhere, despite some later-episode hints that Snyder know more about the supernatural side of Sunnydale than he lets on... but we’ll get there.

Buffy gets the line: "OK, everyone look at me like I’m in a bunny suit 'cos I feel so stupid saying this." It’s funny because three seasons later, Anya will turn up in a bunny suit for Halloween.

Best Shot: Loved this one:

Best Line: After Snyder overhears the trio telling Giles they’ll be there to “watch” and “mock” and “laugh” over his efforts in the talent show, he tells them: “I know the three of you will come up with a wonderful act for the school to watch. And mock. And laugh... [awkward pause] At.”

It’s quintessential Snyder: summoning a certain degree of menace and then instantly blowing it. He’s so threatening and yet so pathetic.

Most Random Scene: When Buffy interviews Lisa, the tuba player, about Emily, the ballet dancer, they have this exchange:

Lisa: I didn't know her too well. There's that whole dancer/band rivalry, y'know? Buffy: I've heard about that.

HAHAHA. I want to know more about this dancer/band rivalry! They say it so matter-of-factly!

Best Reaction Shot: The Scoobies see Sid talk of his own volition for the first time:

Death Toll: Lisa, killed by the demon. Morgan, killed by the demon. Sid, sacrifices himself to kill the demon. The demon, killed by Buffy and Sid.

Grand Total: Fifteen civilians, fifteen villains, one ally (Sid).

#buffy the vampire slayer #rav's watching log #buffy rewatch

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mymainwastoocluttered · 2 years ago

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Can I ask for a plus sized reader trying to wear Azul's shirt only to need his help getting it off without popping a button? Take your time! And have a wonderful day 💕

Have a wonderful day, Anon, and thanks for the patience! I kinda made it more about putting the shirt than taking off, I hope it is ok?

Chin Up, Buttons Up! (Azul)

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Also, Azul using pet names in (BR) Portuguese. O polvo é brasileiro, pronto falei.

— (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)

Azul knows better than anyone how it feels to have no confidence in one self's appearance.

So when his lovely girlfriend—that sometimes he still wonders how in the world he managed to get—sighs wishfully at his shirts, he has a pretty good guess what it is about. Also helps that she had shown him some cute couples she follows on Magicam, and how she had lingered on photos about wearing each other's clothes.

"Azul, I can't–"

"You absolutely can, tesouro. And you'll look stunning like only you are capable of," Azul gently pushes his shirt on her hands, giddy with the prospect of seeing his dear treasure wearing his clothes.

He's a bit possessive, bite him.

(Y/N) looks from his face to his shirt back and forth, looking conflicted, before nodding and accepting the offering. Azul smiles encouragingly before turning around to give her some privacy. He's glad he locked his room's door when he invited her over, this moment will be his and his alone.

Who knows? Maybe he'll be the one dressing her up soon enough.

... maybe he'll be the one undressing her soon enough.

He feels the familiar blush rise to his cheeks, but he doesn't fight it. He's alone with his girlfriend, he's allowed to show a bit of his bashfulness. No eels here to be annoying, or freshmen to doubt his coolness.

"... Done."

The merman turns around quickly, and what greets him is what the world "divine" was created for, he believes. His shirt is tight on (Y/N), showing off her soft curves and rolls, making him want to sink his fingers on her supple flesh and... And even maybe bite her. Mark her with both digits and teeth, mark her his, make her his.

"... Azul?" How can she be so alluring while blushing so cutely? Azul finally understands when Idia says she has a 'high cuteness stats' and Azul has 'cuteness disadvantage'.

"... I need a moment," he covers his face, trying to calm the redness—blueness—before he overheats. Merfolk are not supposed to overheat. They're not really made for it. He might cook from the inside out. Floyd will be the only one happy.

(Ok, maybe that's not scientifically accurate, but humans have history of spontaneous combustion and he'd rather not test if that's true to merfolk human forms.)

"T... That bad?"

"No!" He's quick to answer at her unsure tone, taking large steps so he can finally hug her to his heart's desire. "Not bad. Not bad at all, incredibly good, in fact. I... I'm about to sound like an eel, but I want to bite you. Good bite you."

She giggles, and he's delighted to hear it, kissing her cheeks and then her forehead. They stay like that for some time, enjoying each other's presence. The minutes go by and Azul does not care. In the past, he'd freak out about the waste of time, but now he knows better than to waste time not being with his girlfriend.

"... I should take it off, though. I can't breathe properly, I'm afraid the buttons might pop off if I do."

"Oh, Great Seven."

They separate just in time for one of the buttons to give in and pop off, hitting Azul right on the chest. They both yelp, her because the shirt is now revealing her bra, and him because now he can see her bra.

"I'm sorry!" They both squeak. "What for?"

They blink.

They laugh.

"I'm sorry, Azul..."

"No matter, buttons can be sew back on," he makes sure to keep his eyes on her face and not the hand hiding her chest. What comes out of his mind surprises even him. "Do you... Want help?"

With what, Ashengrotto? Unbuttoning the shirt? He scolds himself in his mind for his boldness. She's more than capable of taking it off by herself. There's no way such simple movements could damage the shirt any more.

"Actually... Yes? I'm afraid that moving too much will make another one fall off..."

Oh, Great Seven.

Judging by her embarrassed expression, she knows exactly what she's doing.

She's not good for his hearts.

(That's a lie.)

(Later on she'll confide in him that she loves the way he looks at her, likes she's the most beautiful person in the world. He'll correct her by saying she's the most beautiful person in all worlds. They'll ignore the twins' giggling behind the door.)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #anon request #requested #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #plus size reader

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clumsyexpression · 2 years ago

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Rosinante Donquixote x Fluff Alphabet

I love this man with a burning passion - he lights my heart afire and kindles the fuzzies 🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm not very good at romance, but i still wanted to shoot my shot and give it a try c:

⇥ based on this fluff alphabet prompt found here

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Spontaneous human combustion. He doesn’t understand how he does it but he wish he could make it stop.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You know when you leave home, and you know you’re going to be awhile, so you double check EVERY known hazard that you’re aware of in case of some weird, freak accident happening? Well it’s especially anxiety-inducing for Rosinante because of his accident-prone self and even after triple checking all of his appliances and outlets and he sets off to go to Target or whatever, it’s only halfway through his commute that he realizes that he probably left the stove on after all and almost instantaneously as the realizations sets, a strident succession of beeps sound off, cause he’s sitting in the middle of traffic until BLAM! He jolts forward, sitting ramrod straight in bed as he awakens from the fire alarm going off, smelling something getting extra crispified as indicative from the sooty smoke coming up from the hall towards the kitchen and so he jumps out of bed only to see that apparently it was from the toast that had already popped up from the toaster and the crumbs were still toasting in the crumb collection tray and then bizarrely enough, when they were done toasting, they also popped up in the toaster like toast would do and eqaully as loud when you’re not expecting the toast to pop up when they go PFFT! And then he realizes that ‘no, there was no toast’ as he begins to wonder why the origin of the sound he heard is right above him – only to realize that he’s now drenched because you just hosed him down and the sound was definitely because the hose had too much air in the line and you admonish him for smoking while falling asleep and he insists that he wasn’t and then you realize he was right, cause he totally caught on fire because he just sat in sun and by freak chance – like an ant under a magnifying glass – he just kinda caught..fire..

Anyways, his worst nightmares consist of spontaneous human combustion and its quite understandable.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

YES. Definitely a family man. He yearns to know what its like to have somewhat of a normal, loving family without strife and would fight the world in order to make it possible for yall to live comfortably without the worry of the evil, hurt, and turmoil that runs amok in the world. It would also be very convenient and comforting knowing that there are people who will have his back unconditionally to douse him with water when he spontaneously catch aflame.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Not that he would try to baby you – he knows that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself – but knowing how many injuries he may have accumulated or ‘walked off’, he can be a little over protective but will still give you your space, if that makes sense. He’ll ask often if ‘you’re okay?’, or ‘have you drunken enough water today? You might be a little dehydrated’, or sometimes ‘I’m not saying that you need it, but if you’re not using it, I’ll hold on to that burn ointment for the time being..until you do, that is’. He just likes to make sure.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

You know when you make a mood playlist and you cant expect people to understand it completely? That’s how I see Rosinante – he’s so complex and reminds me of a variety of things, so hear me out:

Fireball – Pitbull

You can call him Mr.Worldwide cause he’s a marine and been places

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but I don’t care’ cause my boy is clumsy and that shit gets old after a while – the only thing that’s somewhat new is the new way he finds to be even clumsier

‘Momma said that everyone would know my name - I'm the best’ MM YEAH cause he used to be a celestial dragon and everyone knows about them

‘If you think I'm burning out, I never am - I'm on fire’ HLLE YEAH cause he’s literally on fire and there’s no definitive way of ever keeping him…not-on-fire lmao

We Didn’t Start The Fire – Billy Joel

My mans is trying to better the world and even joined the Marines in order to do so dunno if that was the right call or whatever but he did

Firework – Katy Perry

Okay but who cant relate???

And he’s trying his best.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Rosinante is just a naturally quiet person, devil fruit and covert operations aside. He occasionally glances at you, which causes his small smile to grow wider when you catch him watching you. He gives subtle affirmations, but is also very expressive; like, he can wear a mean poker face and all, but when his guard is down (which is typical when he’s around you), he’s not aware of how transparent he can truly be.

For example,

when he tries your cooking, he’ll be over the moon about it and will give you mad props for the delicious meal and will sincerely look forward to it again;

when he catches you making a pun, he’ll snort the moment he makes the connection;

when you stomp out his coat because the tail end has somehow kindled a fire out of thin air without him noticing, he’ll truly be confused cause ‘why are you stepping on my coat? I thought you hated my hat more, but..that’s a bit much, Y/N’

I dunno, but there you have it – my guy is pretty lit and wuv him so so much 💕💕💕

Jk this was not actually a fluff alphabet prompt but actually a SOS from yours truly cause he could really use a fire extinguisher right about now and hopes you got the message ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

#fun fact: the word 'jimmies' was gonna be used but i honestly didnt know if i would use it correctly and apparently its slang for sprinkles #so im glad i looked that up because WHOA couldnt make this anymore weird than necessary lmao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #pink thread of fate

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jboofan · 3 years ago

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim part 1

Yoongi x YN

Mr Grumpy meets his little Miss Sunshine

Bloody foreigners

Yoongi choked on his saliva, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Sorry what?"

"Manager. New. For you," Namjoon chewed his sweets, before offering him one.

"No thanks," he pointed to the packet, "those fruit sweets, have 99% sugar and 1% fruit, if that."

Jin shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well, more for us then," as him and Hobi grabbed a few more for themselves.

"Cmon, she should be at the dorm soon," Namjoon cleaned up the wrappers and handed them to Jimin closest to the bin.

Jin cleared his throat one more time, glancing over at YN with a small nod as she headed for the door before them.

"Where were you? You were supposed to be here before we got back," Jin pinched her arm before taking her suitcase off her.

"It's not my fault, I had to leave the flash cars and get a taxi as part of my cover," she flicked off her shoes and took the slippers he offered her.

"Yeah well, just so you know he didn't take it well. But I'm sure you can make it work right?"

"I guess we'll find out," she pinched him back and dodged a swat from him as they made it to the living room.

There, sitting pretty were the boys waiting for their new guest.

"Hi, I'm YN," she waved to them, Namjoon speaking up first.

"YN, welcome. We're BTS and happy you're here."

YN looked around the room, managing to make eye contact with almost everyone.

"That's who they sent? She doesn't look competent at all."

She looked up and met Yoongi's eyes as he stood, coffee on hand and walking off to his room.

"Ya, can you not be so rude," Jin said first.

Yoongi shrugged, "I'm just saying what I think. Besides, Namjoonah said she's from abroad, so she probably doesn't know how to say anything beyond hello anyway. Bet you she can't even understand us. Bloody foreigners."

He looked her dead in the eyes, hoping she would spontaneously combust once she looked back, but no she was still sitting there, next to Jin and Namjoon smiling at everyone.

The others looked at her unsure what to say, as she cleared her throat.

"I might have picked up a little Yoongi," she replied back fluently in Korean.

Jimin sniggered, and Hobi had his mouth open in surprise.

"Deabak," he clapped his hands in excitement.

Yoongi looked back, "You know my name?" Usually the newbies were too star struck to even make eye contact, let alone say their names.

"I know the name of every employee," she watched Jin's eyes open wide, worried she was going to give the game away and they would be caught. "Of course, and every band member too," she smiled quickly.

"Ah, ok," Yoongi cleared his throat, "Well, guess I should apologise then," and with a curt nod carried on to his room.

"Then go on," she replied standing up and looking straight at him.

Everyone else stood up now.

"Huh?" Yoongi looked back as she moved away from the couch and towards him.

"Then apologise. That actually means you have to apologise and say the words 'I’m sorry', Yoongi.”

He scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly looked at her.

“YN, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what you said or sorry that I heard you? Because I’m sure if I had happened to not hear you then you wouldn't have had to apologise would you?” Her big eyelashes blinked at him.

He looked at her, feeling uncomfortable at just how close she was standing to him, so close that he could make out her brown grey eyes staring into his; “for both actually. I shouldn't have said it.”

Jin neared them, unsure if he was going have to intervene.

Her eyes softened, “Ok then let’s draw a line under this incident OK.”

I don't want this dragging out for longer, especially with the top end talent. Dad will never let me pass if I fuck up.

“Hi.” Jungkook and Jimin said in unison.

“Hi Jimin, Jungkook.”

Taehyung managed to wave and join the giggling younger guys.

"Hi Taehyung."

Taehyung smirked, “You know my name?”

She smiled back, “Yes. I know your name.”

Taehyung had flirt mode on now, “I saw the prettiest girl in the Hybe cafe, and I'm so happy it turned out to be you "

“Thank you,” she smiled genuinely, “not bad for a foreigner, eh Yoongi?”

Taehyung proceeded to open then shut his mouth in shock and awe.

Yoongi handed his freshly made coffee to Hobi, and squared up to her, a little fright would sort her out. Too much attitude, he thought.

“You’re not afraid of a big man standing that close to you, are you babygirl?”

"Yoongi-ah, have some respect. She is living with us, I won't have you being rude."

"No need to protect her Jin Hyung," Yoongi smirked.

She smiled, “Do I look like I’m scared of a five foot eight one hundred and thirty five pound man?”

Hell no.

YN moved closer to him, his eyes widened not expecting to be almost touching, his breath almost on her neck. “I eat people like you for breakfast” she spoke clearly in his ear.

Her phone ringing in her back pocket broke the moment as she stepped back, wishing she wasn't so quick to attack, but in her opinion, he started it.

She'd decided the game plan on the way over; introduce herself politely, build a rapport with the guy and once they were are on the same page, rehabilitate and get this over asap. Then I can go back to doing what I do best; travelling, no responsibility, and making money.

"What's your name?" he refused to be the first to back away.

"YN."

"Just YN?" He looked at her suspiciously.

"Kim YN," she quickly added, seeing Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung all standing together and it was the first thing that popped into her head. The Kim Line.

"YN Kim," she repeated, whilst watching her brother face palm himself and question his existence.

In the first five minutes of meeting Kim YN, Yoongi had decided that being nice to YN wasn't gonna achieve anything.

Let's face it, he thought to himself, you can't reason with a crazy person. She'll only fall in love with me, like every other girl I've met and then that shit would just get weird.

He needed to get rid of her. Maybe playing up could get her fired and then he could go back to how he was; uncommitted and free. It had worked this long.

"Kim YN, it's going to be fun getting you fired," he told himself as he snatched back his coffee, stalking away.

@craftymoonchaos @bbl32 @ireadthensuetheauthors @pb-n-juju

#bts jin #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts min suga #yoongi imagine #bts #yoongi x yn #suga x yn #bts imagines #bts smau #bts social media au #bts smut #bts texts #yoongi imagines #suga imagines #enemies to lovers

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fernweh-writes · 3 years ago

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Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

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tsumucore · 5 years ago

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Request: ok headcannon this the tiktok trend of either climbing into your bfs lap/filming their reaction to you dancing/the walking in naked reaction Daichi, Kuroo, Semi, Bokuto, and Iwa??? or really any of them bc like honestly those reactions would be hilarious 🤣

A/N: I have so much fun writing tiktok requests :D

Warning: implied NSFW

Daichi

You were planning to spend some quality time with your boyfriend by having a movie night. As he set up everything in the living room, you were finishing up your shower. After drying your hair, you wrapped a towel around yourself which gave you an idea.

You had been seeing the trend of people ‘dropping the towel’ and walking in naked on their partners all over social media. You wanted to know how Daichi would react; obviously, he had seen you naked many times before, but catching him off guard would be interesting.

“Baby, are you almost done?” Daichi’s voice floated over to where you stood in the bathroom, spurring your eagerness to commence with the plan. You loosened the towel and got your phone ready to catch everything on film. You opened the door and emerged from the cloud of steam that had filled the bathroom.

“Daichi,” you drawled as you watched him prop up pillows and spread out blankets on the couch. You waited until he turned around to acknowledge you before letting the towel drop to the floor with one effortless flick of the wrist.

This man didn’t even bat an eye at your naked form. “Uh, babe? Make sure you’re completely dry if you’re going to be laying on the blankets.”

You felt like a clown; you were trying to catch him off guard, and instead, he had caught you off guard. You quickly stopped recording and saved the footage before stamping your foot. “Daichi,” you whined. “You were supposed to react more favorably - blush or stutter or something.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he chuckled at your slightly indignant expression. “Here, why don’t you sit on my lap while we go ahead and start this movie. I’ll show you a genuine reaction.”

Kuroo

Damn you, Kenma, you thought to yourself for what felt like the umpteenth time. Ever since Kenma had introduced your boyfriend to a new game, he had been hooked. You considered yourself to be a reasonable person, but if Kuroo didn’t give you some attention soon, you were going to spontaneously combust.

Lo and behold, you saw the trend all over your ‘for you’ page: people walking in stark naked to see how their partners would react. You decided at once that you were going to try it. If your boyfriend didn’t react favorably to this, you were going to scream into the void.

You wrapped a towel around your otherwise bare body and pressed “record” on your phone. You ambled into the living room, took a deep breath, and called his name before dropping the towel.

“Yeah, babe,” your boyfriend didn’t even bother to turn around as his fingers madly pushed the controller’s buttons. Unbelievable. He merely continued to talk into his headset. You were going to have to kick this up a notch.

You stopped recording and threw your phone on the couch. In case you failed again, you did not need your humiliation caught on film. You came up behind him, lightly massaging his shoulders and calling his name one more time. “Tetsurou...” You were now climbing into his lap.

Kuroo immediately dropped the controller in surprise. He took one look at you before pausing the game and hastily turning off the headset before lightly tossing it next to him. “What’s all this, babe?” He chuckled while roaming his hands all over you.

Bingo. “It’s for you,” you replied.” But if you want to get back to your game, that’s fine with me too.” You shimmied out of his grasp and started heading out of the room. You had to pull together every brain cell you had to suppress your laughter when you heard him tripping over himself to chase after you.

Semi

Your could hear the echoes from your boyfriend’s bass wafting from his makeshift studio in his apartment. He really was good - so good, that you could feel the energy his sound conveyed from where you stood in the kitchen.

The bassline tingled through your extremities as you felt it evoke a slight swaying of your hips. This gave you an idea. You pulled off your clothes and casually dropped them on the living room couch before opening the tiktok app and recording your journey to Semi’s studio.

You lightly danced your way down the hall and to the right where you paused briefly outside the door of his second bedroom-turned-studio. You knocked lightly and pushed the door open, continuing to sway your hips to the rhythm of your lover’s music.

Semi was still playing when he lifted his head to look up at you - and when he did, his eyes widened and crimson dusted his cheeks. “Eita, I just love your playing so much... Look what it’s making me do,” you giggled as you slightly twirled your torso, causing your breasts to bounce.

At this, Semi couldn’t meet your eyes as he stopped playing to use one hand to cover the embarrassed smile tugging at his face. Cute. You stopped recording and shook your phone at him. “Now everyone will know how talented you are. You’re welcome,” you declared teasingly.

He gave a slight roll of his eyes before setting aside the bass and pulling you on his lap. “Oh? I think you had an ulterior motive going on here... I find it hard to believe you did this out of the goodness of your heart.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before lightly slapping his chest and feigning shock. “I’m offended that you’re questioning my kindness.” This earned you another eye roll and a sweet kiss straight on your lips.

Bokuto

The second you saw the trend circulating all over social media, you knew you had to try it on your own eccentric boyfriend. You wanted to see how he would react - obviously, he would get excited (it was Bokuto after all), but you thought it would be funny to get everything on camera.

He was on the phone with someone - Akaashi, you presumed - as you dawdled in the bedroom. You stripped yourself down completely and hit the record button on your phone. Showtime.

“Akaashi, I swear! It’s all in the Chipotle sauce.” Your boyfriend was speaking through mouthfuls of sandwich when you walked into the living room. “No, it really does make a difference! Man, this re-” You rolled your eyes as you waited for him to look up at you. 3, 2, 1.

When he finally acknowledged your presence, his already owlish eyes widened even further and bits of sandwich were falling out his mouth as he gaped at your completely bare form. “Akaashi, I gotta go,” he practically screamed as he tossed his phone on the couch and eagerly ran towards you, banging his toe on the furniture in the process. This man really started limping in his efforts to get to you.

You decided to yank his chain even further by innocently asking him what was wrong and then glancing down at yourself as if realizing for the first time that you were naked. By now, he was practically frothing at the mouth. “Woah, can we do it right now?”

You stopped recording because his hands were getting - ahem - grabby, and you were sure tiktok’s policy wouldn’t take too kindly to what was about to commence.

Bonus: He pulled a fast one and did the exact same thing to you a few days later.

Iwaizumi

You had been seeing the trend all over your ‘for you’ page for the past couple weeks. At first, you disregarded it as just another corny gimmick for couples chasing clout. However, your curiosity got the best of you as you wondered what your own boyfriend’s reaction would be like.

You commenced your plan of action by staying in your bedroom when he came home from the gym. He always made a protein shake in the kitchen after working out, so you knew this was the best time to catch him.

The only thing you had on as you made your way down the hallway was a towel wrapped precariously around your body. Your phone was on and recording your journey to the kitchen. Once you reached the kitchen, you saw that his back was turned to you as he was pouring the shake into a glass. Perfect.

“Hajime,” you called in the sweetest tone you could muster before dropping the towel on the floor. Your boyfriend was in the middle of taking a swig of his shake as he turned around.

When he saw that you were completely naked in front of him, he spluttered and choked on his shake, which sent him into a coughing fit. It took a whole minute for him to recover. His cheeks were red and his hands were wiping away at his mouth.

You teased him incessantly after ending the recording. You had successfully captured what you were looking for.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” While you gleefully examined the footage, you didn’t notice your boyfriend inching closer to you and grabbing your hips. “Maybe I need to teach you a lesson.”

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cassanovancats · 3 years ago

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felicitate. four.

three < current > five

March 2017

White Day is only a few days away when you begin to notice Rika’s form is absent from your training sessions lately. There shouldn’t be any reason for this, at least not one you’re aware of. Your class celebrated Yuta’s birthday just two days ago, and both the curse and cursed seemed fine, great even. You decide it’s best to bring this up casually - Yuta was still so skittish and Rika would be able to hear whatever you said anyways. So while you lead Yuta through a yoga session, you ask, “How’s Rika?”

He flusters and falls from his side-plank variation pose. The band he was using as an aid tangles around his calf. You debate and decide to leave him. If you touched him now, he might spontaneously combust. That thought makes you giggle a little. You move to change to a position that meant you weren’t looking at him. Hopefully, that’s less pressure.

Yuta speaks up when you’re fully downward dog, leading you to believe your plan worked. “She’s fine, yeah, fine. Just uh - tired?” You nod but inwardly roll your eyes. You shift your hips in to move to upward facing dog and make eye contact again.

“Just checking. I miss her hanging out, you know?” It’s obvious Yuta just lied, curses don’t get tired, but it’s better to not call him out this time. You just have to hope it wasn’t anything you did. “I know you fell but at this point you’re just slacking. Get back on your mat,” you say, changing the topic to something safe.

You’re back in downward facing dog when the door slides open. A familiar voice drawls, “Why are you still working out, dummy? Forgot our plans?” You scramble to your feet.

“Gumi!” You rush to hug him despite his obvious distaste. “What time is it? Do I still have time to shower or will we be late?”

Your little brother snorts and pushes you away, “Please do, you smell. You have,” he checks his watch, “fifteen minutes.”

“Gumi! That’s not enough time!” You yell, already sprinting towards the showers at the back of the gym. Yuta pouts at how quickly you seemed to forget his presence. That face doesn’t escape Megumi.

“So, you like my idiot sister?”

“W-what! No, no no no, it’s not like that! She just helps t-train me and -!” Yuta knows he’s rambling but he can’t seem to stop talking.

“Whatever,” Megumi has better things to worry about than repressed hormones. He's known that Yuta had a crush on you since the first time he came to campus to train with you after Yuta arrived. Your classmate couldn’t stop staring and seemed disheartened by the fact that you called Megumi by a shortened version of his given name. He had pouted until Satoru showed up and made a spectacle of ‘Team Gojo’ being all together again. Like you three didn’t, at minimum, have a weekly dinner together.

“If you ever want to acknowledge them, you’ll have to get approved by Satoru.” Yuta feels like he also needs the approval of this boy, but he leaves that unsaid. Just nods dumbly. Probably a good thing he didn’t respond, because you barrel through the doors you disappeared from.

When you rush past him, Yuta gets a strong whiff of the floral scent he’s come to associate with you. Megumi laughs under his breath at the blissed out look. Your hair drips water onto your tee shirt and it’s clear you rushed. “Really, really sorry to dip, Yuta. Run through those stretches we did last week to cool down!” Your fingers distractedly pull your wet hair into a braid as you instruct him. “Oh! Tell Maki I won’t be at afternoon training, Satoru already knows and gave permission. Megumi, grab my duffel?” Already carrying it, he rolls his eyes. “I should be back tomorrow morning, but don’t count on it.”

“Wait, but why -?”

“Gotta dash. Bye, Yuta!” You run ahead of your brother, headed to your room to grab Tsumiki’s gifts. Megumi gives a nod and follows after you. Alone and without anyone around to judge, Yuta groans and buries his face into his yoga mat. God, why can’t he just be normal.

When he looks back up, Rika has taken your spot on your mat. You left in such a hurry, you didn’t even clean up. He’ll have to drop it off in your room. “Ya’ know, it’s not that I’m mad about you liking her,” she begins. “It’s just…. I know we can’t be together so I do want you to be happy. I just feel jealous. Especially since you got her that super fancy chocolate for White Day,” Rika finishes with a pout.

Yuta doesn’t really know how to reassure her. So he does what he promised when he was ten, and is just honest. “I’m here to learn how to let you go, Rika. Neither of us know how to do that yet. I can’t be in any kind of relationship until I learn. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.”

Rika hums and picks at the corner of your mat. “Well. I think it’s more than just us two you’re worried about.”

“What?”

“Inumaki seems pretty interested in the both of you too. You may not see it, but all three of you are pretty smitten. It’s actually kind of gross.”

“That’s - he - no!” Rika just laughs and dissolves her form. Yuta, still flustered, continues to mutter as he collects the things you left and wipes down any used equipment. When he finally leaves, it’s just his luck he runs (literally) into Inumaki who looks unfairly handsome in a fitted tee and sweatpants. Even his markings are uncovered, which makes Yuta groan, tuck tail, and run away. Yuta can hear Rika laughing in his mind.

“Tuna mayo?” Inumaki tilts his head to the side but shrugs off the odd behavior.

July 2017

JJH Thots the good gojo: guysss help which tie do i get :( fushiguro: isn’t satoru with you the good gojo: yea but u know he’s shit at gifts maki: Both of those are ugly, (y/n). Do you hate the man? osamu: the cheetah print trophy husband: I like that one too! the good gojo: this is why you two are my favorites

From a few cities over, Yuta flushes at your words. Inumaki notices and kicks his foot. He’s laughing when he says, “Nori,” but Yuta can spot a faint pink over the hem of his collar too.

You turn around in the middle of the street when you hear a loud, “(y/n)-chan!” Satoru is speed-walking towards you, waving an arm that is covered in different shopping bags. His long legs have him beside you in a split second, even without the use of cursed energy. “Are you done yet? Nanami won’t even thank you properly you know. Why don’t you just get gifts for your precious Nii-chan?” He pouts and takes the two bags you’re carrying.

“One, it’s not your birthday. Two, you could buy anything you want already. Three, who's to say I didn’t already get you one?” You pull a box of macaroons out from one of the bags he took. Satoru moves to snatch it immediately but you put it behind your back. Of course, if he wanted, he’d just grab it, but your Nii-chan would never deny playing a game with you. “You can’t get it until we’re back on campus! I’m already tired and this is my bribe to go home early.”

“But (y/n)-chan,” he whines.

“Nu-uh. I promised a movie night with Toge and Yuta and I don’t wanna be late.” You realize too late you revealed too much, because your brother suddenly looks like a very successful cat.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I would never make my little sister late for her first date.”

You blush furiously, “Who says it’s my first?”

“It better be your first.”

“It’s not even a date,” you roll your eyes. “Neither like me like that, and if it was a date, wouldn’t one be a third-wheel?”

“Tricycles are pretty fun.” Your brother says casually. You roll your eyes again and add a gag for good measure. “Seriously, (y/n). You should know you have my full support to love anyone and everyone you want. Not that you need it, though. You’re a Gojo. We do as we please anyways.”

You tear up at his sincerity and throw your arms around your brother, or at least the best you can with his bags in the way. The two of you are frequently physically and verbally affectionate but not often in such a serious manner. You know there’s a deep love between you; for a long time, the two of you only had each other. Eventually, your family expanded to include Megumi and Tsumiki, but neither ever took the Gojo name. You and Satoru had a special bond. “Thank you,” you stutter around tears. You hope he understands it’s not just a thank you for the reassurance but a thank you for giving you such a life.

“Come on, no crying. You can’t go on your date with puffy eyes, you’ll scare both of them away.” He pats your head softly and just laughs when you punch him in the gut.

#felicitate #cass.writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader x yuta #female!reader #jjk spoilers #jjk volume 0 spoilers #in ao3 this is two chapters but theyre real short so #combined with my author powers

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itsbenedict · 3 years ago

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I just finished hosting a 15-person game of Mafia for some friends. One tradition we have for these games is that every death is accompanied by some themed narration, so for my game I opted to spice it up with some art on top. Had to draw it real quick since I didn't know for sure who was going to die next until it happened.

The game's theme was "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", with the hidden subtheme that all the roles (stands) were named after They Might Be Giants (@tmbgareok) songs! A list of their powers, links to songs, and a recap of the game under the cut.

01) Mogis - 「Flo Wheeler」

02) TD260 - 「Working Undercover For The Man」

03) JGH27 - 「Good To Be Alive」

04) Raya - 「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」

05) KK / Sahrimnir - 「Thinking Machine」

06) Spontaneous Combustion - 「The Statue Got Me High」

07) Leviwulf - 「Push Back The Hands」

08) DarkFalco - 「I Am Alone」

09) Deli064 - 「Doctor Worm」

10) Fedaykin - 「Letterbox」

11) Surge - 「I Am Alone」

12) Wikxen - 「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」

13) Minby - 「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」

14) Bel - 「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」

15) SnakeInABox - 「By The Time You Get This」

Bold roles were Jotunheim (Mafia), normal roles were Johnsburg (Town), and italicized roles were third parties. (Jotunheim is the realm of giants from Norse mythology! The mafia were, in fact, giants! And the town's job was to figure out who might be giants! And the two sides were Jo and Jo! JOKES!)

「Flo Wheeler」 was a town role with a power that was pretty dangerous to the user- if anyone happened to be watching or tracking when a kill took place at night, Mogis would look like they'd visited the target that night in addition to whoever actually did. It could potentially be used to catch a mafioso in a lie, but otherwise it was more of an obstacle for the town to overcome- a miller-type role.

♪ You can't do the time, therefore you didn't do the crime ♪

「Working Undercover For The Man」 was a third-party role working for the Speedwagon Foundation to perform a threat assessment. TD could win with the town, but could win and leave early if he could guess all the names or powers of every other stand in the game. He could scan a name every night, to help that along.

♪ Planning midnight raids / On our unsuspecting fans / While the roadies rig / The video surveillance van ♪

「Good To Be Alive」 was a spin on the usual town doctor role- normally, a doctor can target a player and prevent their death if they would die that night. But... JGH couldn't actually prevent deaths- just fake it. The dead would become ghosts, who couldn't vote and couldn't be killed but were still allowed to talk as if they were alive.

♪ Hello leg / such a shaky leg / Just barely more than decoration ♪

「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」 was a third party with an unusual win condition. They had to recruit a certain number of people to a private side-chat- and then make sure all those people got killed. Plus, she could redirect anything that happened to her at night to her recruits. If the recruits figured out what she was doing and got rid of her, they'd get a boost to their power.

♪ The bark now commands the trees / The queen is overruled by the bees ♪

「Thinking Machine」 was a town role with a mysterious purpose that didn't seem to make much sense at first. Sah would get, every morning, a strange series of numbers and letters of uncertain origin. It was information, somehow, but how to use it?

♪ Tape has brightening arm connect (Wait, that didn't make sense.) / Self-paint lever itching does! (That made even less sense!) ♪

「The Statue Got Me High」 was a mafia power. As the song describes, the victim is enthralled by the monolith and forced to obey its commands, until their eventual death. That is, Spont could recruit a player to the mafia, but they'd die one night later- and if he wasn't careful, he could die and his recruit would flip back.

♪ And now it is your turn (your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn) / The stone, it calls to you (you can't refuse to do the things it tells you to) ♪

「Push Back The Hands」 was a passive ability that caused anything that would happen to Levi- a nightkill, an execution, some other power- to be delayed by one day, giving him some time to react. He'd be told who it was that targeted him, so going after him as mafia was risky.

♪ Screeching tires but never a collision / Endless day without a sunset provision ♪

「I Am Alone」 was a weird one. See, DarkFalco, who was mafia, didn't have a stand as such. She was the stand- and she was the stand of Surge, who was town. They were linked together in everything, meaning the mafia had to work to keep Surge alive on top of their own people. She could send messages to Surge at night to mess with him, though.

♪ Before you fire I should inform you / One of us is a double ♪

「Doctor Worm」 had no real special abilities. His ability was to be pretty good at playing the drums, a power that had absolutely no relevance in a game of Mafia.

♪ I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm I am an actual worm ♪

「Letterbox」 was a mafia ability that let Fedaykin pick another player, and offer that player a chance to deliver a private message to one other player of their choice. He could see the "secret" communications, though, and once per game he could edit the message before delivering it.

♪ I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow ♪

「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」 is a classically mafia ability, but in the hands of a town player: the ability to force another player to vote for another. Normally the manipulated person isn't allowed to say what happened, but there was no such restriction here- confusion's no good for the town.

♪ Memo to myself: do the dumb things i gotta do: Touch the puppet head ♪

「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」 let Minby pick someone else to watch him at night. If anyone visited him to target him with an ability, the person he designated would be told the names of those people. A nasty trap for the mafia, as long as Minby doesn't pick a mafioso to share the information with.

♪ Where your eyes don't go, a part of you is hovering / It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering / You're free to come and go / Or talk like Kurtis Blow / But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head ♪

「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」 was a very powerful town role- Bel was the cop, and could scan another player's alignment at night, plus track or watch them. Except... not directly. She couldn't scan players- she could scan hotel rooms, and if other players didn't check into the hotel at night or give up their room numbers, her information was useless.

Here are the room numbers, in order: Levi (1) Snake (2) JGH (3) TD (4) Spont (5) Sah (6) Deli (7) Fed (8) Minby (9) Falco/Surge (10) Raya (11) Wikxen (12) Mogis (13).

(Oh, and Thinking Machine's codes were actually encoded versions of her results, and Sah would get a weaker version of her power if she ever died.)

♪ She's got her ear to the walls / And she's tappin' the calls / If you've got a secret, boy / Forget about it! ♪

「By The Time You Get This」 imbued its wielder with the incredible powers of... an estate lawyer! Which meant Snake could leave a will behind when he died, naming another player and casting a vote on them from beyond the grave the next day.

♪ By the time you get this note / We'll no longer be alive / But our skulls are smiling still / At the thought of things to come ♪

So! Here's how it all shook out.

Day 1: The first day is always kind of a tossup, since no one has any information yet, and everyone's just trying to verbally stir the pot. Levi soft-claims his role right out the gate, warning town not to try targeting him or else. Mogis is executed, casting a vote on himself to save the town the trouble of dealing with Flo Wheeler.

Night 1: Spont uses the statue to recruit Wikxen, at the same time that Wikxen forces Snake to vote for Levi. So, now the usually-scum power in the hands of town is in the hands of scum for real. Bel scans room 3, and learns that its occupant is innocent. Raya recruits DarkFalco, and accidentally recruits Surge alongside her, to her surprise. JGH tries protecting Levi, to test if his claim was a bluff.

Day 2: Levi tries to push JGH on the basis of having targeted him last night, but everyone agrees to wait and see if Levi actually dies first. Votes circle around Wikxen and Raya for suspicious-seeming defensiveness on Day 1, and ultimately, when it seems like Wikxen's about to be executed, a small group of players flip their votes at the last minute and vote Raya out while she's asleep and can't defend herself. Rude! She was poised to win the game for herself and the town, since she'd convinced Falco that the mafia would benefit somehow if they were all recruited.

Night 2: The mafia kills Minby- and Minby opts to tell have Fed watch him, wasting his power. Lucky for town, though, Bel happens to scan room 8, confirming Fed is mafia since he volunteered his room number. Wikxen's coat contains a furnace where there used to be a guy.

Day 3: Wikxen forced Snake to vote for J, making him look bad- but Sah begins sharing his bizarre results from Thinking Machine, and Bel confirms that they're a log of her detective power. Then she points out that Fed is mafia, and the town falls in line behind the accusation with Sah to confirm.

Night 3: Spont uses the statue to recruit Bel, to keep any more problematic scans from ruining them. Bel, before being recruited, scans room 10, though- and now the town knows there's something funky with Falco and Surge, because Sah gets the results and knows what they mean. Due to their mismatched alignments, though, the encoded version is still misleading, so there's wiggle room. TD scans Spont and learns his role name.

Day 4: Spont concocts a daring scheme. He has Bel lie and claim to have received an incriminating result on him- so that Bel will be caught in said lie when Sah produces his own results. The plan is to frame Bel, who's a dead girl walking anyway, and clear Spont's name going forward. But the town talks themselves into explaining away the contradiction- even when TD reveals Spont's stand name, and Spont denies it outright and claims 「Combustible Head」, a fake vigilante (town nightkiller) role instead, the town explains away that, too. After a few more people claim, TD260 has completed his mission- his correct guess wins him the game and he leaves. Spont cleverly excuses himself by claiming that TD lied about his role to get him to claim his "real" one. Afterwards, the town ends up executing Deli064 instead, for some reason- poor Doctor Worm!

Night 4: The evidence vanishes from Bel's charred and smoking chair- because JGH tries to protect her at the same time the mafia are killing him! Bel is a ghost now, and the town never finds out her alignment.

Day 5: Bel not dying poses a problem for the mafia, because Spont was supposed to prove his own innocence by pretending to kill her! The mafia tries to misdirect by having Bel lie again, claiming to scan room 10 when she actually scanned room 6, Sah. Ultimately, though, the town is able to coordinate behind killing Surge and Falco, which- because they're linked- is a compromise option that both parties are happy with (when perhaps they shouldn't be).

Night 5: Since Bel is technically dead, Spont recruits again, grabbing Sah and removing the threat of scans entirely. If he'd recruited Snake instead, they'd have won on the spot, since only his will-vote prevented them from winning instantly due to outnumbering the town. We move on to a somewhat redundant...

Day 6: It's now down to five players- Spont, Sah, and Bel vs Levi and Snake. The mafia technically outnumber the town, but Bel's vote doesn't count, and Sah's going to burn the next night- so the town can still win by forcing a tie and then using Snake's By The Time You Get This power to place a vote on Spont. But that's if they can figure it out and get on the same page, and... they don't. There's no way there could be three mafia still alive, so the mafia are able to sow total confusion and ultimately get the town all voting for Bel... who's a ghost, and can't vote or be executed, which the town doesn't know because JGH died before he could fully explain. The execution defaults to Snake, and the mafia win the game.

#mafia #they might be giants #tmbgareok #jojo #jjba #benedict art

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years ago

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Even You

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Part 3

Read Part 2 here

Summary: You kill Bo with kindness.

Warnings: Dubcon, slapping, spitting, biting, choking, daddy kink, praise kink, oral, dominant-ish reader. Starts out extremely dubious but quickly slows down. Heed the warnings please.

“Get yer shoes on, let’s go.”

You look up at Bo from your spot on the couch, a half-folded shirt in your hands. Laundry is scattered all around you in heaps. Lester rests in the chair opposite you and glances up from the magazine in his hands.

“Go?” You ask, slowly folding the t-shirt and placing it in a basket.

“We’re goin’ to town. Gotta pick up a couple a’ things.” You frown. He’s…taking you to town? That’s hard to believe.

“Uh…. You sure that’s a good idea?” Lester asks, sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes flicking from you to Bo.

“Next time I need yer opinion, I’ll ask for it,” Bo spits, adjusting his cap and fishing the truck keys out of his pocket. You figure it’s best not to argue.

Hastily, you toss the laundry back into the basket and hurry to the door to slip into your shoes. You meet Bo in the truck, sliding into the passenger seat as the pick-up roars to life. You sit quietly, occasionally glancing at Bo out of the corner of your eye, waiting for him to tell you where you’re really going.

He’s silent, mouth twisted in a scowl. Great, he’s in a bad mood. Again.

“We’re…uh…not going to town, are we?” you ask. It’s phrased like a question, but you know he knows you aren’t asking. He answers anyway.

“What do ya’ think I am? Stupid?” He turns off the main road onto a dusty dirt trail. The pick-up lumbers down the path, bouncing you in your seat with every lurch of the cab. Bo must find the spot he wants because he pulls off the road entirely, parking under the shade of a massive locust tree.

The second the truck goes quiet he’s on you, crawling across the seat to shove you back against the window. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, teeth knocking into your own and biting your bottom lip until you taste copper. His hands shove your legs apart before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against him.

You gasp and shove against his chest, anything to get him to slow down a little. He’s everywhere, hands in your hair, at your waist, groping your ass, tongue in your mouth, on your neck—You can hardly breath.

“Bo—

You try but gasp in shock when he slaps you across the face, his palm leaving stinging redness in its wake. He grips your jaw and forces your eyes to meet his. There’s so much burning anger in those baby blues it scares you into silence.

“I don’t wanna hear a sound outta ya’ unless it’s a ‘Please’ or a ‘Thank you,’ got it?” You nod, biting your lip.

“Open yer mouth,” he orders. You do. Without warning, Bo spits. Thick saliva lands on your tongue and splatters on your parted lips. Before you can react, he smears it across your cheek, laughing cruelly when you jerk away, disgusted.

A cry leaves your throat when he leans down and sinks his teeth into the flesh where your shoulder meets your neck. He growls into your skin and you wonder if you’re going to be okay when this is all over. You don’t dare speak again, but you’re beginning to panic. He might really hurt you.

What you decide to do next may be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life, but you figure it’s you’re only shot. While he’s distracted with your shirt, you grab his forearm and bring his wrist to your mouth, placing a tender kiss to the angry, red scars curled around his skin.

Everything freezes; Bo, you, time itself. You hold your breath as Bo stares, wide-eyed and shocked. You watch in slow motion as the shock morphs into anger, his blue eyes growing dark as his brow draws down.

The hand you aren’t holding darts out and latches onto your neck, squeezing until you release him and grip the wrist around your throat. You cough and he squeezes harder until your mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to draw in air.

Only one thing to do.

You reach out and lay your palm against his sweaty cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Immediately he releases you and sits back, looking at you like you’ve grown another head. You gasp and hack, gripping your sore throat and moving to your knees. You swallow thickly a few times to lubricate your dry throat before speaking.

“It—it doesn’t always have to be like this, Bo. Everyone…listen, everyone deserves some gentleness. Even you.” Boldly, you take his hand, fingers sneaking under his sleeve and tracing the scars you just pressed to your lips. His own lips thin into a line and he jerks his hand out of your grip.

“Don’t believe me? Fine. Then…then I’ll just have to show you.” Heart hammering, every fiber in your body screaming at you to back off already, you crawl forward until you’re seated in his lap. He huffs through his nose, eyes narrowing in warning, but you persist.

Gingerly, you lean forward, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss back, but doesn’t pull away either. Your fingers slide down to trace his jaw, then the shell of his ear, before carding through the damp hair on the back of his neck.

Infinitesimally, you feel his shoulders relax. You continue to stroke his hair, the back of his neck and eventually his lips move against yours, lightly at first, skin just brushing, cigarette-scented breath ghosting over your face. His hands come up from where they’d been clenched at his sides to rest on your hips.

Your lips move to his cheek, tenderly caressing, before kissing along his jaw, fingers slipping under his chin to tip his head back. Bo allows it and you blow lightly on the dewy skin of his neck before leaning in to kiss, to lick, to nip. When your teeth graze his racing pulse a little broken noise escapes his throat. The sound goes straight between your legs and you reward him with a little roll of your hips.

Bo’s hands slide under your shirt to grip your waist and pull you closer. You grind your hips down against the hard length in his jeans and he inhales though his teeth, hips bucking. Your mouth returns to his and you suck on his bottom lip while your fingers trail down his chest to unbuckle his belt.

You swallow another of his tiny whimpers when you reach into his boxer briefs to give him one, slow stroke. You hum against his mouth, lips trailing across his cheek to his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe, you whisper, “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, daddy. Wanna feel how wet you make me?”

Bo’s hand flies to your hair and he groans. You take that as a, “Yes”, so you tease the head of his cock with your thumb while unbuttoning your own shorts. You slip off his lap and shimmy out of your bottoms before straddling him once more so you can slide his hot length along your slick folds.

Mouth returning to his ear, you purr, “Please, daddy, can I fuck you?”

“Jesus, fuck, yes,” Bo whines, his dirty nails digging into the meat of your hip. Eagerly, you position yourself over his cock, slowly sinking down until your slippery muscles swallow every inch.

Torturously slow, you roll your hips. The desperate noise that you pull from Bo’s throat makes you clench and grind into his lap. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, tipping his head back so you can suck a deep purple mark just above his collarbone.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy. I love how full you make me. Please, I wanna go faster, can I fuck you faster?” Bo’s voice breaks when he tries to speak so you buck your hips until he’s moaning and gripping the back of your neck to ground himself.

You lean back and tip his head down until you’re looking into his eyes. He’s a wreck; sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks tinged pink, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving. He’s putty in your hands and, for a moment, you understand why he likes the control. It’s a power trip, to be sure.

You kiss him again, whisper against his lips how good he looks. You thank him for his cock, for allowing you to fuck him so good. He lets loose a whiny, “Fuck,” that makes heat spike through your gut until you keen. You’re sure you’re going to spontaneously combust if he makes one more sound.

“Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum all over your cock, please, I want to, please can I cum?” He doesn’t even try to speak this time, just nods, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan his name and crash into ecstasy. Your spasming cunt milks his throbbing cock and you feel the telltale jerk of his hips, signaling his own end is near.

Hastily, you slip off his lap and squeeze down under the dash so you can suck his cock into your mouth. You take him until your nose meets the dark curls at the base. Bo fists a hand in your hair, a strangled shout ripping from his throat as he slams into yours. Salty warmth spills onto your tongue and you make sure to swallow it all. You hollow out your cheeks as you resurface, coming away from his twitching cock with a quiet pop.

“Thank you, daddy,” you murmur, placing a gentle kiss on his softening length. Panting and slack-jawed, Bo shudders and lets his head fall back against the headrest, groaning quietly. Without another word, you crawl back onto the seat and curl into his side.

Bo drapes his arm over your shoulders and you take his other hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to each fingertip. Heaving a shuddering sigh, he lifts his head and peers down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He seems guarded, maybe, and possibly a bit confused.

You offer him a small, reassuring smile. Bo clears his throat and sniffs, seeming to come out of his trance. He slides back into the driver’s seat, hand going to the keys in the ignition.

“You got a filthy mouth, ya’ know that? Got damn, girl.”

You snort and roll your eyes. Bo Sinclair, the poet.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years ago

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 8

(Y/n)'s POV

I know someone at camp resents Percy and me because one night, I come into the cabin alone and find a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article takes me almost an hour to read, because the angrier I get, the more the words float around on the page.

GIRL, BOY, AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

By Eileen Smythe

Sally Jackson, son Percy, and daughter (Y/n) are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding.

Mother, daughter, and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his sister's and his mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson, (Y/n), Percy. Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free Crimestoppers hotline.

The phone number is circled in black marker.

I wad up the paper and throw it away, flopping down on my bunk on the far edge of the cabin under the window facing the sea.

I remain silent as Percy walks into the cabin, flopping down onto his bunk as well.

That night, I have the worst dream yet.

I was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind me. Not New York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance.

About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked, and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose.

I had to stop them. I didn't know why. But the harder I ran, the more the wind blew me back until I was running in place, my heels digging uselessly in the sand.

Over the roar of the storm, I could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one, Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting over a toy.

The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying me with salt.

I yelled, Stop it! Stop fighting!

The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned my blood to ice.

Come down, little hero, the voice crooned. Come down!

The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. My feet slipped, and darkness swallowed me.

I wake up, sure I'm falling.

I am still in bed in Cabin Three. My body tells me it's morning, but it's dark outside, and thunder rolls over the hills.

A storm is brewing.

I hadn't dreamed that . . .

I hear a clopping sound at the door, a hoof knocking on the threshold.

"Come in?" Percy asks, sounding uncertain.

Grover trots inside, looking worried. "Mr. D wants to see the two of you."

"Why?" I ask, peeking through the curtain separating mine and Percy's side of the cabin.

'He wants to kill . . . I mean, I'd better let him tell you."

Nervously, Percy and I get dressed and follow, sure we were in huge trouble.

For days, Percy and I'd been half expecting a summons to the Big House. Now that we were declared children of Poseidon, one of the Big Three gods who weren't supposed to have kids, I figure it's just a crime for us to be alive. The other gods had probably been debating on the best way to punish us for existing, and now Mr. D is ready to deliver their verdict.

Over Long Island Sound, the sky looks like ink soup coming to a boil. A hazy curtain of rain is coming in our direction. I ask Grover if we'd need an umbrella.

"No," Grover says. "It never rains here unless we want it to."

Percy points at the storm, 'What the heck is that, then?"

Grover glances uneasily at the sky. "It'll pass around us. Bad weather always does."

I realize that he's right. In the week I'd been here, it had never even been overcast. The few rain clouds I'd seen had skirted right around the edges of the valley.

But this storm . . .

This one's huge.

At the volleyball pit, the kids from Apollo's cabin are playing a morning game against the satyrs. Dionysius's twins - Castor and Pollux - are walking around in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow. Everyone is going about their normal business, but they look tense; they keep their eyes on the storm.

Grover, Percy, and I walk up the front porch of the Big House. Dionysus sits at the pinochle table in his tiger-striped Hawaiian shirt with his Diet Coke, just as he had on my first day. Chiron sits across the table in his fake wheelchair. They are playing against invisible opponents - two sets of cards hovering in the air.

"Well, well," Mr. D says without looking up. "Our little celebrities."

I wait.

"Come closer," Mr. D says. "And don't expect me to kowtow to you, mortals, just because old Barnacle-Beard is your father."

A net of lightning flashes across the clouds; thunder shakes the windows of the house.

"Blah, blah, blah," Dionysus grumbles.

Chiron faints interest in his pinochle cards and Grover cowers by the railing, his hooves clopping back and forth.

"If I had my way," Dionysus says, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm."

"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron puts in.

"Nonsense," Dionysus says. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father."

"Mr. D - " Chiron warns.

"Oh, all right," Dionysus relents. "There's one more option. But it's deadly foolishness." Dionysus rises, and the invisible players' cards drop onto the table. "I'm off to Olympus for the emergency meeting. If the boy is still here when I get back, I'll turn him into an Atlantic bottlenose. Do you understand? And Perseus Jackson, if you're at all smart, you'll see that's a much more sensible choice than what Chiron feels you two must do."

Dionysus picks up a playing card, twists it, and it becomes a plastic rectangle. A security pass. He snaps his fingers. The air seems to fold and bend around him. He becomes a hologram, a wind, then he is gone, leaving only the smell of fresh-pressed grapes lingering behind.

Chiron smiles at me and Percy, but he looks tired and strained. "Sit, Percy,(Y/n), please. And Grover."

We do.

Chiron lays his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use.

"Tell me, (Y/n)," he says. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

Just hearing the name makes me shudder.

Chiron probably wants me to say, Heck, it was nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I don't feel like lying.

"It scared me," I admit. "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead."

"You two will meet worse. Far worse, before you're done."

"Done?" Percy asks. "With what?"

"You're quest, of course," Chiron says. "Will you accept it?"

I glance at Grover, who is crossing his fingers.

"Sir," I say, "you haven't told us what it is yet."

Chiron grimaces. "Well, that's the hard part, the details."

Thunder rumbles across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. As far as I can see, the sky and the sea were boiling together.

"Poseidon and Zeus," I guess. "They're fighting over something valuable . . . something that was stolen, aren't they?"

Chiron and Grover exchange looks.

Chiron shoots forward in his wheelchair. "How did you know that?"

"The weather since Christmas has been weird, like the sea and the sky are fighting. Then I talked to Annabeth, and she'd overheard something about a theft. And...I've also been having these dreams."

"I knew it," Grover says, his eyes bright.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron orders.

"But it is his quest!" Grover's eyes sparkle with excitement. "It must be!"

"Only the Oracle can determine," Chiron strokes his bristly beard. "Nevertheless, (Y/n), you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen. To be precise: a lightning bolt."

Percy laughs, looking nervous, "A what?"

"Do not take this lightly," Chiron warns. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zigzag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."

"Oh."

"Zeus's master bolt," Chiron says, getting worked up now. "The symbol of his power, from which all other lightning bolts are patterned. The first weapon made by the Cyclopes for the war against the Titans, the bolt that sheered the top off Mount Etna and hurled Kronos from his throne; the master bolt, which packs enough power to make mortal hydrogen bombs look like firecrackers."

"And it's missing?" I guess.

"Stolen," Chiron corrects.

"By whom?" I ask though I guessed what he was going to say.

"By you two," Chiron says and Percy's jaw drops.

"At least"—Chiron holds up a hand—"that's what Zeus thinks. During the winter solstice, at the last council of the gods, Zeus and Poseidon argued. The usual nonsense: 'Mother Rhea always liked you best,' 'Air disasters are more spectacular than sea disasters,' et cetera. Afterward, Zeus realized his master bolt was missing, taken from the throne room under his very nose. He immediately blamed Poseidon. Now, a god cannot usurp another god's symbol of power directly—that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

"But I didn't - We didn't -" Percy goes to say.

"Patience and listen, child," Chiron says. "Zeus has good reason to be suspicious. The forges of the Cyclopes are under the ocean, which gives Poseidon some influence over the makers of his brother's lightning. Zeus believes Poseidon has taken the master bolt and is now secretly having the Cyclopes build an arsenal of illegal copies, which might be used to topple Zeus from his throne. The only thing Zeus wasn't sure about was which hero Poseidon used to steal the bolt. Now Poseidon has openly claimed you two as his children. You were in New York over the winter holidays. You could easily have snuck into Olympus. Zeus believes he has found his thief.

"But we've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy!"

Chiron and Grover glance nervously at the sky. The clouds don't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They are rolling straight over the valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid.

"Er, Percy . . . ?" Grover says. "We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky."

"Perhaps paranoid," Chiron suggests. "Then again, Poseidon has tried to unseat Zeus before. I believe that was question thirty-eight on your final exam...." He looked at Percy.

"The Golden Net?" I guess again. "Poseidon and Hera and a few other gods trapped Zeus in it and wouldn't let him out until he promised to be a better ruler?"

"Correct," Chiron says. "And Zeus has never trusted Poseidon since. Of course, Poseidon denies stealing the master bolt. He took great offense at the accusation. The two have been arguing back and forth for months, threatening war. And now, you two have come along—the proverbial last straw."

"But we're just kids!" Percy protests.

"Percy," Grover cuts in, "if you were Zeus, and you already thought your brother was plotting to overthrow you, then your brother suddenly admitted he had broken the sacred oath he took after World War II, and that he's father, not one, but two mortal heroes who might be used as a weapon against you . . . Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?"

"But I - we didn't do anything, Poseidon - our dad - he didn't really have this master bolt stolen, did he?" Percy asks, and I remain silent in thought.

Chiron sighs. "Most thinking observers would agree that thievery is not Poseidon's style. But the Sea God is too proud to try convincing Zeus of that. Zeus has demanded that Poseidon return the bolt by the summer solstice. That's June twenty-first, ten days from now. Poseidon wants an apology for being called a thief by the same date. I hoped that diplomacy might prevail, that Hera or Demeter or Hestia would make the two brothers see sense. But your arrival has inflamed Zeus's temper. Now neither god will back down. Unless someone intervenes, unless the master bolt is found and returned to Zeus before the solstice, there will be war. And do you know what a fullfledged war would look like, Percy? (Y/n)?"

"Bad?" Percy guesses.

"I'd guess that it would be like nature at war with itself," I say and Chiron nods.

"Olympians forced to choose sides between Zeus and Poseidon. Destruction. Carnage. Millions dead. Western civilization turned into a battleground so big it will make the Trojan War look like a water-balloon fight," Chiron adds to (Y/n)'s statement.

"Bad," Percy repeats.

"And you, Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, would be the first to feel Zeus's wrath."

And then, it starts to rain. Volleyball players stop their game and start in stunned silence at the sky.

We had brought this storm to Half-Blood Hill. Zeus was punishing the whole camp because of us.

"So we have to find that bolt," I say. "And return it to Zeus."

"What better peace offering," Chiron says, "than to have the son and daughter of Poseidon return Zeus's property.

"If Poseidon doesn't have it, where is the thing?" Percy asks.

"I believe I know." Chiron's expression is grim. "Part of a prophecy I had years ago...well, some of the lines make sense to me, now. But before I can say more, you must officially take up the quest. You must seek the counsel of the Oracle."

"Why can't you tell us where the bolt is beforehand?" Percy asks.

"Because if I did, you would be too afraid to accept the challenge."

I swallow thickly. "Good reason."

"You agree then?" Chiron asks.

I exchange a glance with Percy, then Grover, who nods encouragingly.

Easy for him, I think. We're the ones Zeus wants to kill.

"All right," Percy says. "It's better than being turned into a dolphin."

"Then it's time you consulted the Oracle," Chiron says. "Go upstairs, Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, to the attic. When you come back down, assuming you're still sane, we will talk more."

. . .

"Well?" Chiron asks us.

We slump into our chairs at the pinochle table. "She said we would retrieve what was stolen.

Grover sits forward, chewing excitedly on the remains of a Diet Coke can. "That's great!

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron presses. "This is important."

My ears are still tingling from the reptilian voice. "She said we would go west and face a god who had turned. We would retrieve what was stolen and see it safely returned."

"I knew it," Grover says.

Chiron doesn't look satisfied. "Anything else?"

"No," Percy says. "That's about it."

He studies Percy's face, then meets my green gaze. "Very well. But know this: the Oracle's words often have double meanings. Don't dwell on them too much. The truth is not always clear until events come to pass."

I get the feeling he knows we're holding something back, and he's trying to make us feel better.

"Okay," Percy says, looking anxious to change topics. "So where do we go? Who's this god in the west?"

"Ah, think, Percy," Chiron says."if Zeus and Poseidon weaken each other in a war, who stands to gain."

"Someone else who wants to take over?" I guess.

"Yes, quite. Someone who harbors a grudge, who has been unhappy with his lot since the world was divided eons ago, whose kingdom would grow powerful with the deaths of millions. Someone who hates his brothers for forcing him into an oath to have no more children, an oath that both of them have now broken."

"Hades," I say, raising an eyebrow.

Chiron nods. "The Lord of the Dead is the only possibility."

A scrap of aluminum dribbles out of Grover's mouth. "Whoa, wait. Wh - what?"

"A Fury came after Percy," Chiron reminds him. "She watched the young man until she was sure of his identity, then tried to kill him. Furies obey only one lord: Hades."

"Yes, but - but Hades hates all heroes," Grover protests. "Especially if he has found out Percy and (Y/n) are children of Poseidon . . ."

"A hellhound got into the forest," Chiron continues. "Those can only be summoned from the Fields of Punishment, and it had to be summoned by someone within the camp. Hades must have a spy here. He must suspect Poseidon will try to use Percy and (Y/n) to clear his name. Hades would very much like to kill these young half-bloods before he can take on the quest."

"Great," I mutter. "That's two major gods who want to kill us."

"But a quest to . . ." Grover swallows. "I mean, couldn't the master bolt be in someplace like Maine? Maine's very nice this time of year."

"Hades sent a minion to steal the master bolt," Chiron insisted. "He hid it in the Underworld, knowing full well that Zeus would blame Poseidon. I don't pretend to understand the Lord of the Dead's motives perfectly, or why he chose this time to start a war, but one thing is certain. Percy and (Y/n) must go to the Underworld, find the master bolt, and reveal the truth."

A strange fire burns in my stomach. The weirdest thing is, it isn't fear. It's anticipation. The desire for revenger. Hades had tried to kill me two times so far with the Minotaur, and the hellhound. It is his fault my mother had disappeared in a flash of light. Now he is trying to frame me, my dad, and my brother for a theft we hadn't committed.

Grover is trembling now; he'd started eating pinochle cards like potato chips.

The poor guy had to complete a quest with me and Percy so he could get his searcher's license, whatever that is, but how can I ask him to do this quest, especially when the Oracle said we were destined to fail?" This is a suicide mission.

"Look, if we know it's Hades," Percy tells Chiron, "why can't we just tell the other gods? Zeus and Poseidon could go down to the Underworld and bust some heads."

"Suspecting and knowing are not the same," Chiron says. "Besides, even if the other gods suspect Hades—and I imagine Poseidon does—they couldn't retrieve the bolt themselves. Gods cannot cross each other's territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they're bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero's actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?"

"You're saying I'm being used," Percy says.

"I'm saying it's no accident Poseidon had claimed you and (Y/n) now. It's a very risky gamble, but he's in a desperate situation. He needs the two of you."

My dad needs us.

Emotions roll around inside me like bits of glass in a kaleidoscope. I don't know whether to feel resentful or grateful or happy or angry. Poseidon had ignored me for twelve years. Now suddenly he needed me.

3rd Person POV

Percy looks at Chiron. "You've known I was Poseidon's son all along, haven't you?"

"I had my suspicions. As I said . . . I've spoken to the Oracle, too."

(Y/n) gets the feeling that there is a lot he wasn't telling them about the prophecy, but she decides that she couldn't worry about that at the moment. After all, she and Percy were hiding back information too."

"So let me get this straight," Percy says. "We're supposed to go to the Underworld and confront the Lord of the Dead."

"Check," Chiron says.

"Find the most powerful weapon in the universe."

"Check."

"And get it back to Olympus before the summer solstice, in ten days."

"That's about right."

(Y/n) looks over at Grover, who gulps down the ace of hearts.

"But I mention that Maine is very nice this time of year?" he asks weakly.

"You don't have to go," Percy tells him. "I can't ask that of you."

"Oh . . ." He shifts his hooves. "No . . . it's just that satyrs and underground places . . . well . . ." He takes a deep breath, then stands, brushing the shredded cards and aluminum bits off his t-shirts. "You saved my life, (Y/n), Percy. If . . . if you're serious about wanting me along, I won't let the two of you down."

Percy feels so relieved that he wanted to cry, though he didn't think that would be very heroic. Grover is the only friend she'd ever had for longer than a few months. Percy isn't sure what a satyr can do against the forces of the dead but he feels better knowing he'd be with them.

"All the way, G-man," Percy turns to Chiron. "The Oracle just said to go west."

"The entrance to the Underworld is always in the west. It moves from age to age, just like Olympus. Right now, of course, it's in America."

"Where?"

Chiron looks surprised. "I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles."

Percy's POV

"Oh," I said. "Naturally. So we just get on a plane -"

"No!" Grover shrieks. "Percy, what are you thinking? Have you ever been on a plane in your life?"

I shake my head, feeling embarrassed. My mom had never taken me and (Y/n) anywhere by plane. She'd always said we didn't have the money. Besides, her parents had died in a plane crash.

"Percy, think," Chiron says. "You are the son of the Sea God. Your father's bitterest rival is Zeus, Lord of the Sky. Your mother knew better than to trust you in an airplane. You would be in Zeus's domain. You would never come down again alive."

Overhead, lightning crackles and thunder booms.

"Okay," (Y/n) says, not looking up at the storm. "So, we'll travel overland."

"That's right," Chiron says. "Two companions may accompany you. Grover is one. The other has already volunteered if you will accept her help."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Gee," I say, feigning surprise. "Who else would be stupid enough to volunteer for a suicide quest like this?"

The air shimmers behind Chiron.

Annabeth Chase becomes visible, stuffing her Yankees cap into her back pocket.

"I've been waiting a long time for a quest, Seaweed Brain," she says. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up."

"If you do say so yourself," I say. "I suppose you have a plan, wise girl?"

Her cheeks flush. "Do you want my help or not?"

The truth is, I do. I need all the help I can get.

"A quartet," I say. "That'll work."

"Excellent," Chiron says. "This afternoon, we can take you as far as the bus terminal in Manhattan. After that, you are on your own."

Lightning flashes. Rain pours down on the meadows that were never supposed to have violent weather.

"No time to waste," Chiron says. "I think you should all get packing."

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mammonshuman92 · 3 years ago

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- Freckles -

(Yamaguchi x F!Reader)

Warning: none. fluffy stuffs.

NOTE: I kinda went my own way a little, and kinda made our shy boy a tad more nervous and such than he’s usually portrayed. Hope I didn’t fuck it up :)

“I’d like to see you after class.” Mrs. Saito said quietly, laying his test paper face down on his desk. Once she moved onto the next student, he flipped the paper over to reveal yet another failing grade.

He sighed, slightly sinking down into his seat, wishing he could hide. English was definitely his hardest subject.

When class was over, Yamaguchi reluctantly made his way to the teachers desk.

“Tadashi, with the score you made on the last test, you’re grade for the class has fallen into the failing range.” She explained.

F-failing..? He thought.

“As you know, extracurriculars require you to maintain good grades. I understand you’re on the volleyball team?” Yamaguchi nodded anxiously.

“Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of time to raise your grade. However, per the rules, I did have to inform Mr. Takeda, since he’s your head coach.” She said apologetically.

This is bad...

He left the classroom in a slight daze. Not only was he failing English, he could also be removed from the team..

Takeda sensei has always been very understanding, and has done his best to help the team and the players as much as he could, but as a teacher and the actual head coach, he couldn’t just over look failing grades.

Lost in thought as he walked to practice, a nervous wreck after talking with his teacher, he didn’t hear the footsteps of the person coming around the corner until it was too late. He lightly bumped into them, knocking some papers out of their hands. He immediately apologized, bowing to the other person, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

“I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! A-are yo-” When he stood back up, he froze.

It was you.

One day in seventh grade as he walked home from school he dropped his bag, causing all of his textbooks and papers to spill onto the sidewalk.

You had been walking by with your friends when you saw what happened. You knelt down next to him, helping to gather the bags’ spilled contents. He began to say thank you as he turned to the stranger, but ended up stuttering incoherently and turning bright red when he met your e/c eyes. You were so beautiful; angelic. Even in your small interaction, he could feel your warmth and kindness.

He’s had a secret crush on you ever since.

Well, almost secret. Tsukishima was the only one who knew, quickly figuring it out when he noticed how his friend reacted whenever you were nearby. He teased him about it occasionally.

He was sure you didn't remember his existence though. Sure, you were in the same grade and even had a few classes together since that day, but he tried his best not to stand out. Anyway, you helped him in passing that day after school. Not like a timid, insecure, freckle faced boy would make a lasting impression.

You are friendly, and beautiful and really smart. Your laugh is like music and your smile is radiant. You easily stand out in a crowd. You are angelic, ethereal.

And he is, well, he is average.

There’s no way he would ever be brave enough to tell you that though. Someone as amazing as you wouldn’t want to be with someone like him. Out of immense fear of rejection and humiliation, he kept his feelings to himself.

He was pretty sure his brain was short circuiting. Surely, this wasn’t happening right now. He just wanted to spontaneously combust.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” You asked, studying his face, eyes bright and full of concern.

“O-oh, um, yes. I-I didn’t mean to run into you, I’m really sorry!” He stuttered, gathering up the papers you dropped during the collision, cheeks burning as blood rushed to them. “A-are you hurt?” He asked as he handed them back to you, heart pounding so hard the sound filled his ears. He’s never felt more embarrassed.

“No, I’m okay. I wasn't paying attention either, so no worries.” You said, taking the papers from his trembling hand, giving him a small smile. His chest ached at the sight of it.

Thankfully, someone had called out your name from behind him, potentially saving him from embarrassing himself any further.

“Coming!” You called to your friend before returning your attention to him once more.

“Maybe next time we run into each other it won’t be literally.” You said, smiling at him before walking off to meet your friend.

He just stood there a minute, not quite believing what had just taken place. The interaction was over as quickly as it had started, but he was ready to combust.

Please, please tell me that that didn’t just happen..

He flushed red all the way to his ears, and all but ran the rest of the way to the gym.

“I talked with Mrs. Saito today. She said you’re having a hard time in English.”

When Takeda sensei made it to practice after his meeting, he pulled Tadashi aside.

“Uh, y-yes sensei. I’m trying, but I don’t understand it..” He explained sheepishly, Takeda nodded.

“There is no shame in asking for help.” He said quietly, placing a hand on the boys shoulder.

“That being said, I’ve asked one of my best students to tutor you. She’s going to come by after practice today.”

A tutor? Wait..today?! Oh, man..

Yamaguchi has been insecure since he was a kid, always being bullied for his freckles and such, so meeting new people always caused him anxiety.

This can’t be over fast enough..

After practice had ended, everyone started their cool down stretches and began cleaning the gym.

“Hey, who is that girl? She’s really cute.” Nishinoya asked, elbowing Tanaka to get his attention as they carried equipment to the storage room.

“Huh? Whoa.” He said, eyes landing on the girl standing in the entrance of the gym, “Never seen her before. Uh, random question though. Can you feel this?” He held the bottom of his shirt out to the libero for him to touch it.

“What about it?” Noya asked, giving his friend a confused look as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

“That, my friend, is boyfriend material. Watch and learn, dude.” He said, confidently, taking a couple steps in your direction. Nishinoya started laughing.

“That was a good one!” He said, complementing his friends cliche line. ”But, what if she doesn’t like bald dudes?” He asked, slightly cocking his head to the side.

“Hey! I am not bald!” He yelled, cheeks turning pink.

Their not so quiet conversation was starting to attract the attention of some of the other teammates. Including Daichi, who scolded the two boys.

“Oh, that’s Y/N L/N.” Kageyama said. “She’s in my homeroom.”

Nearby, Yamaguchi was assisting Ennoshita in taking the volleyball net down. At the sound of your name, he turned to see that it was in fact you, now standing inside the gym talking to Coach Ukai. His heart beat accelerated.

W-what?

Previously not caring about Tanaka and Noya’s conversation, he felt a slight pang of jealousy, now realizing you were who they were talking about. It was quickly overshadowed but the flashback of your earlier encounter, which made him feel humiliated all over again.

Coach Ukai scanned the group of boys, looking for one of them in particular.

“Yamaguchi!” He called, waving him over.

Me? He thought, quickly being snapped out of his daydreaming.

Your eyes, along with several others, landed on him. He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating momentarily.

What did you being here have to do with him?

Then it clicked.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no..this isn’t happening..

As soon as he made it to the front, Coach Ukai switched spots with him, going over to help Ennoshita finish taking down the net, and leaving the two of you alone.

“Hi again, um, Takeda sensei sent me. He said you need help with English class." You said with a smile.

All he could do was nod. After what happened earlier, and now finding out that you of all people are going to tutor him, there’s no way he could talk to you again so soon and actually form coherent sentences.

"I’m free all afternoon, so if you have time after practice we can go ahead and get started."

This is so bad.. What if I say something stupid?

"O-okay, yeah." He said quietly.

"Cool! I'll just wait over there." You said, gesturing to one of the tables outside of the gym.

After giving him a small smile, you disappeared through the doorway.

Once he knew you couldn't hear him, he sighed heavily.

There's no way this is happening.. It's a joke, right?

He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through a study session with you without combusting. You talked to him for a minute and a half and his heart was racing and his cheeks are an embarrassingly bright red. Not to mention he was still mortified about what happened in the hallway.

A playful slap on his back, quickly brought him out of his thoughts.

“Dude, when were you gonna tell us you had a girlfriend?” Tanaka asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“W-what? No! W-we’re not, I mean-” Tadashi stammered. The redness of his cheeks was starting to creep up to his ears.

“She’s way too pretty to be kept as a secret, my guy.” Nishinoya chimed in.

“Oh, totally. Not to mention it’s rude.” Tanaka nodded in agreement.

“I-it’s not like that! S-she’s not-”

“He wishes.” Tsukishima said as he walked past the group on his way to the club room.

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi whined, wanting nothing more than to crawl under a rock. Hopefully you were far enough away that you couldn’t hear any of his teammates’ conversation.

He was glad practice was finally over, as well as the barrage from his teammates, but now he had to meet up with you. He was somewhat excited, but definitely way more nervous.

Aside from other people at the library, he would be alone with you. No one to act as a buffer, all the attention, your attention, would be on him. It made his heart flutter before it fell into his stomach.

When he left the club room after dressing out, he found you exactly where you said you’d be. You were sitting at a table underneath a tree, a book sprawled open in front of you. Even doing something so basic, so common, you were so beautiful.

After practice, everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get home. He was never more thankful. No way did he want Tanaka or Nishinoya talking about you where you could definitely hear it this time. The thought alone was terrifying.

He usually walks home with Tsukishima but now that he was going to be doing tutoring after school/practice, his best friend gave him a quick “don’t be lame” and left. He knew the meaning behind it essentially translated to “you’re finally getting you’re chance, try not to screw it up.”

You looked up as he approached the table, most likely alerted to his presence by the sound of his footsteps. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you heard his heart hammering away.

You put the book you were reading into your bag and got up, rounding the table until you were next to him.

“Well, at least we only figuratively ran into each other this time.” You said, laughing lightly. The bubbly sound made his heart squeeze.

Just breathe, Tadashi. You’ll be fine, just try and calm down. He kept thinking over and over.

If he was ever going to get through this tutoring with you and pass his class, he at least had to learn to talk to you without stuttering, and blushing so hard he thought his face would catch fire.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I guess I can forgive you.” You teased, gently elbowing his arm. The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly, but on the inside he died a little from the brief contact.

“So, the library down the street has rooms specifically for studying. Unless you have somewhere else in mind, we could go there.” You suggested.

“O-okay, yeah.”

“Awesome, come on.” You lead the way, gesturing for him to follow you.

She’s so outgoing. I wish I could talk to people as easily as her..

“So, English, huh?” You asked, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah...I just can’t understand it.” He said, laughing weakly.

“We can fix that.” You assured him.

“Um, t-thank you for helping me. I’m sorry Takeda sensei drug you into this.” He said apologetically, looking at his feet while he walked. He knew how relentless Takeda could be, it’s how they’d gotten quite a few practice games.

“He didn’t.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Huh?” He asked confused, lifting his head slightly to look at you.

“Takeda sensei? He didn’t drag me into anything. He didn’t have to.” You said, voice dropping to a whisper at the last part.

Didn’t have to?

“What do you mean?” He was sure he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Anyway, he asked and I agreed. Simple.” You explained, quickly waving your hand dismissively.

He let it go, but was sure there was some hidden meaning in there.

He didn’t have to talk her into it? Maybe tutors get extra credit.. That would make more sense.

“Okay, instead of doing it this way,” you pointed to his answer, “try doing it this way.” You said, writing on his paper. “It makes it a little easier to remember.”

It had been nearly two hours since you got to the library. It was surprisingly going well. He was beginning to understand some of the material, and from the forced one-on-one time, he even felt just a little less nervous around you.

“Oh, it’s getting late. We should stop for today.” You said, checking the time on your phone.

You gathered up all your things and made your way to the exit. Once outside, you turned toward him as you began walking down the sidewalk. “Do you feel like it helped so far?”

“A little? It’s still kind of confusing, I’m sorry..” He apologized, feeling defeated.

“That’s okay! You don’t have to be sorry. I’ll help you as much as you need.” you reassured him with a smile. The small gesture was enough to get his heart racing again.

“R-really?” He was a little shocked. Not only did you spend two hours tutoring him today without having to be convinced, but you also wanted to continue to do so?

I know she didn’t mean it like that, but still..

“Of course. It’s only day one, after all.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Hmm. Day one.

The implication of more days like this gave him butterflies. It didn’t start out the best, but it turned out pretty okay. Even if you were only studying, he really enjoyed being around you.

You stopped walking when you were about a block away from the school, Yamaguchi following suit.

“This is my turnoff.” You said, pointing toward the street to your left.

This is it, Tadashi. You can do this. You can’t be scared forever.

“Oh, um, d-do you mind if I walk with you? It’s getting kinda dark, y-you shouldn’t go alone.” He couldn’t bare to see your reaction, instead choosing to look at the ground. His heart was pounding.

He was mostly afraid for your safety, but he also didn’t want to part ways yet. Although his heart raced the entire time, he really enjoyed the last couple hours that he’d spent with you. His nerves kept getting the best of him; getting inside his own head. Preparing himself for the rejection that would leave him feeling like a kicked puppy.

“I’d like that.” You said quietly.

He looked at you, surprised that you actually agreed, let alone saying that you’d like it; and something seemed different. He went rigid when it clicked.

Is she...blushing?

Your eyes were averted and attention focused elsewhere, as if you were embarrassed. A light dusting of rosy pink on your cheeks. The sight of it gave him butterflies.

Still trying not to look at him, you led the way. Yamaguchi quietly walked beside you, trying to hide the small smile that crept onto his face.

“Thank you, Yamaguchi. For offering to walk with me.” You said quietly, breaking the silence as you walked side by side down the street.

“O-of course. Anytime. Oh, and um, you can call me Tadashi, i-if you want.” He said with a smile, blushing at his own forwardness. You smiled back at him.

“My house is just up here.” You said, pointing up the street. “Oh, before I forget.” You handed him your phone, “We should exchange numbers in case one of us needs to cancel or something.” He nodded, taking the phone from you, returning a few seconds later. You immediately sent him a message.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, “There. Now you have my number too.” You said with a smile, sliding your phone back in your bag.

“This is it.” You said as you turned to him, gesturing to the house on your right. “Same time tomorrow?”

He nodded, maybe just a tad too eagerly, which made you smile.

“Can’t wait.” You said quietly, giving him a quick smile and waving good bye before walking up the pathway to your house. Once he saw your door close behind you, he made his way home. He was so lost in thought the whole way, still not quite believing this day actually happened, but thankful that it had.

Over the next month or so, he was able to get over most of his nervousness about being around you. It became easy and refreshing to spend so much time together. He’d learned so much about you, which only made him fall harder.

You were his complete opposite, and although you made him more nervous than anyone else on the planet, you were like a breath of fresh air. You always initiated conversations, asking questions or talking about something random, so he never had to worry about trying to fill awkward silence. You were so easy to talk to, when he wasn’t getting flustered by something that is.

You studied at the library nearly everyday after school, followed by Yamaguchi walking you home. It had quickly become the new normal. Thanks to you, he’s able to understand the material now and has even brought his grade up to a passing level.

Deep down, he was scared though.

Scared that when you no longer had a reason to be around him, you wouldn’t be. That the nature of your relationship resided solely on the fact that you were just doing what your teacher had asked of you, and it would end as quickly as it had begun. Scared that he’d foolishly let himself believe you would ever be friends with him outside of school stuff, much less like him.

And now that his grade had improved, tutoring would be coming to an end soon. He didn’t want to stop meeting you after practice; always sitting at the same table reading. Or walking you home everyday. Watching your face light up when he showed you his good grade on a test. How you’d go over something he didn’t understand as many times as necessary, never once getting annoyed.

He’s spent so long admiring your light from afar, that once he got the slightest chance to feel the warmth you radiated, he didn’t want to lose it.

“...ashi. Tadashi?”

“Hmm? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention..” He smiled apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you okay? You’ve been spacey all afternoon.” You looked up at him, genuine concern in your eyes. He’d been feeling kind of out of it; lost in his thoughts about the possibility of not spending time with you anymore.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.. I was thinking. My grade is an A now, so before long tutoring will come to an end..”

“Oh, well that’s great though!” You exclaimed, “I thought something was wrong.” You laughed, glancing over at him; but it was cut short when you took in his gloomy expression.

“Uh, is there?...Something wrong, I mean?” Your voice was softer now, concern washing over your face.

“Not really, I guess. It’s just that... not spending every afternoon together studying is gonna be..weird.”

“Tadashi! Are you going to miss me?” You gasped dramatically, lightly bumping his elbow with your own; he scoffed sarcastically.

“Anyway, just because tutoring is over doesn’t mean we can’t still hang out.” You said casually.

“R-really?” He asked surprised. He honestly wasn’t expecting that.

“Umm.. yeah? Are we not friends?” You laughed lightly.

“W-well, I wasn’t sure if you thought so or not.. Since you’re just tutoring me and all..” He said, fidgeting with the strap on his bag that hung over his shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Your persistence in questioning the “why’s” was starting to get to him. He was trying to be careful of his word choices, as to not end up confessing to you accidentally.

“I don’t know.. because you’re you and I’m me.”

“Wait..what?

“You’re outgoing, and funny, and smart. And I’m.. not.”

You stopped abruptly on the sidewalk; Yamaguchi following suit, looking at you in confusion.

“So...you think you’re not good enough to be my friend?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. He remained quiet; looking away from you. Something stirred inside you.

“Tadashi..” You began, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you looked away from him.

He looked like a kicked puppy. Worse, even. The slight hesitation, how you immediately got nervous when the subject was brought up; he knew what was coming next.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have to say anyt-”

“You are smart and funny. Outgoing even, around the right people. And also thoughtful, and a really good listener. And literally, the cutest freckles.”

It took a few seconds, mulling over your words, before they made sense.

Wait...

Oh.

...OH!

Judging by the look on your face and the shade of red your cheeks turned, he was sure you didn’t mean to say the last part out loud. Regardless, it caused him heart palpitations.

“No turning back now.” You laughed nervously. “Tadashi, I really like you. I don’t want tutoring to be where it ends.”

He was sure his heart stopped as soon as your words reached him. However, the loud hammering sound in his ears proved otherwise.

Calm down. She means as a friend.

..Right?

He hadn’t quite come to the solid conclusion if you had meant as a friend or not, before a wave of courage washed over him, giving him exactly what he needed to be able to speak the words he’s always wanted to say to you. Whether you meant as a friend or not, it was now or never. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get another opportunity like this one. He needed to make the most of it.

With a deep breath to help calm his racing heart, he turned his gaze on you. Words began flowing completely uninhibited; and getting straight to the point.

“Y/N, I really like you too. I’m still not certain if you meant that you like me as a friend or like-like me, so if it’s just as a friend my confession is probably gonna make this pretty awkward, but I definitely like-like you. I have since that day in seventh grade when you helped me. I’ve just never been able to work up the nerve to tell you.” Yamaguchi was practically winded from talking so fast, in an attempt to get it all.

The reality of the situation, and the fact that he just spilled his guts to his crush, caused his face to erupt into a shade of bright red, practically turning him into a beacon in the night sky like the ones signal a superhero for help.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should’ve been more specific.” You said.

Oh no.. this is bad. It’s not mutual. I should’ve kno-

“I like-like you too. Also since that day in middle school.”

Excuse me?

His heart definitely stopped this time.

Where was Yachi with the AED when you needed it..

S-she..likes me back?

“This isn’t happening..” He whispered quietly, squeezing his eyes shut. He still didn’t fully believe your words; didn’t believe this wasn’t all a fever dream or something.

He was slightly taken aback when you closed the gap between the two of you and reached for his hand, slightly rough and calloused from volleyball, and intertwined your fingers in his.

“It is. But, only if you want it to.” You said gently, once again meeting his gaze.

He’s on cloud nine. He’s absolutely sure he’s died and ascended.

“I-I’d like that. A lot.” He said, face lighting up; a fresh round of blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smiled his favorite smile at him and gently pulled him by the hand, leading him down the sidewalk along your normal after-tutoring-route.

Tutoring and hanging out didn’t have to come to an end after all. Instead, a whole new chapter was beginning for the shy, freckle faced boy.

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daydreaming-away-reality · 4 years ago

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Don’t Recall [3]

Tom Riddle x Reader | ☔ + 🌠 + ✨ | 2k [ Don’t Recall Masterlist ]

The sound of whimpering filled the air as you stood with your arms crossed, (E/C) eyes narrowed as you looked down at the girl before you. A trail of blood was running down the arm that she clutched onto, as she tried to make herself smaller to avoid your gaze.

Tom stood next to you, holding onto the letter that had arrived for you a few days ago. The brown haired boy let out a huff, annoyance evident on his face.

When Tom heard the scared whispers of the other orphans as they walked down the hall, he didn’t pay them any mind. He never cared about what the others had to say about him and knowing that he would be attending the Hogwarts in less than a month had solidified that for him.

Both you and Tom had received letters recently about your acceptance into the school. An attached note explained how someone would escort you both to shop for supplies as well. Getting these messages finally made that visit from the professor feel real. Relief to get away from Wool’s Orphanage was a shared unspoken feeling between the two of you.

A chance to start again.

Trying to ignore the hushed words of usually useless information from the others, Tom continued on his way.

At least until he heard them say your name.

His footsteps abruptly stopped as he stopped only long enough to catch the important details before picking up a brisk pace to find you.

The other kids scattered when they saw the determined presence of Tom as he made his way towards where he heard you were. Something about the aura around him scared some of them.

As he approached the room where you were supposed to be, Tom felt goosebumps as he drew closer to the deserted space. Despite it being summer, the temperature was dropping to a chill with every step closer to the room.

Spotting the back of your figure, Tom entered the room, feeling the cold that originated from this room. Your face held an unreadable expression as you stared at the girl with cold eyes. If you knew that Tom was beside you, there was no indication given. When he shifted his gaze, he spotted the new girl who arrived at the orphanage. Grasped in her hand was the familiar sight of waxed sealed letter.

“T-Tom,” the girl’s voice exclaimed. When she noticed his eyes on the letter, her entire expression to one that looked more pitiful. Tears began to well up in her eyes. “Help me, it’s not what it looks like.”

Not fully understanding what was happening, Tom looked at her suspiciously.

“Why do you have (Y/N)’s letter?” he asked in a stiff tone.

“I...”

That sentence was never going to justify her reasons to Tom, even if she were able to finish it.

As he took a step forward, your gentle touch on his arm halted him. Looking into your (E/C) eyes, he watched as you mouthed the word, don’t.

Giving you the smallest of nods, Tom was startled when he heard the shriek by the girl.

“Don’t touch him!”

Both of you were redirected to the girl as she glared at your hand on Tom’s arm.

“Tom doesn’t even look my way because of you,” she hissed. “Leave him alone.”

Although Tom didn’t quite understand what she was getting at, he knew that whatever this was about was petty.

A pure look of disgust appeared on your face as a cracking sound filled the air. As the temperature dropped another degree, the cracking stopped ominously.

The window behind the girl shattered, glass flying everywhere.

On instinct, Tom pulled you back to keep you a safe distance from the spontaneous combustion.

When Tom looked back at the girl, she had dropped the letter in favor of cradling her injured arm - a piece of glass had imbedded itself in her arm. Lucky for her, all the shards were small, so nothing but a bit of blood would be the only thing she would see today.

Moving to pick up your letter, Tom could see the nonverbal exchange between you and the girl. Whimpers began to fill the air and when you took a step forward, the girl immediately tried to shuffle back.

Fear filled her eyes.

Letting out an annoyed huff, Tom looked at the girl with no sympathy for her.

“Leave both (Y/N) and me alone,” he stated.

Turning back to you, Tom reached out and nudged you to encourage you to go with him. You glared a final dagger the girl’s way before walking beside Tom away from the scene. The air finally warmed, returning to the normal room temperature.

Following Tom, you soon found yourself guided into his room. The door pushed so it wasn’t closed but offered the two of you enough privacy.

“Here,” Tom offered, handing your letter back to you. You accepted, staring at the wax seal. Not much longer before you’d be gone.

Tom’s hand on your back gently guided you towards his bed where you sat down and let out a sigh. The brown haired boy sat down next you.

“You okay?”

His question prompted you to nod. Besides hearing an onslaught of accusations from the self-centered girl who baited you out by taking your letter, nothing was wrong. For someone so new to Wool’s Orphanage, the girl clearly had no idea that there were rumors that circulated about you and Tom. If anything, the only part of the rumors she heard were your name and Tom’s.

If she knew what was good for her, she’d stay away from you both now.

“Anything you want tell me about?” Tom asked. “What happened?”

You gestured to the paper on his desk and he immediately fetched it with a pencil. You paused to think, then wrote down just enough words to get your idea across.

Selfish brat.

A chuckle came from Tom when he saw your words. “Yeah, it definitely sounded that way.”

Shifting the conversation elsewhere, the rest of your day was spent listening to Tom. No one came looking for you about the new girl’s situation. No one mentioned you when they talked about the broken window.

Although one comment managed to reach your ears among the hushed whispers.

Ice princess.

To everyone except Tom, that sounded like a fitting title for you.

You quietly followed after Tom through the bustling streets, eyes filled with wonder as you watched all the magic happening around you. Not far behind you was a witch who was supervising and assisting the two of you.

For your first experience at Diagon Alley, you were absolutely captivated by the sights around you. There were witches and wizards all around you. Everything magical seemed... so normal.

You felt Tom grab your arm and gently pull you aside when a group of wizards loudly paraded down the streets, jerseys adorned, and faces painted in bright colours.

“Carefully,” Tom murmured. “Don’t want to lose you in that crowd.”

You smiled and gave Tom’s hand a reassuring squeeze. It was nice to have someone who cared about you around like this. Things at Hogwarts might be different for the two of you later on, but you appreciated these moments now.

Unknown to you, Tom’s cheeks heated up a little when he realized the two of you were holding hands out in public. While he mental panicked, your focus was elsewhere on the various shops that were located on this street.

Having already gotten your wands, robes and other material, the only things left were the textbooks.

(E/C) eyes spotting the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts, you pulled Tom in the direction of the shop. The witch accompanying the two of you seemed to have noticed the store as well.

“That should be our final stop for the day,” she said.

As your trio wandering into the store, the witch offered to help you both find all the textbooks and let you roam around freely. Wandering away from Tom, you peered at all the different shelves and books in curiosity.

Browsing through some books, a title caught your attention.

The Daily Prophet Archival Collection 1930-1935.

Pulling the book off the shelf, your eyes skimmed the back cover.

…most notable articles... important information... best writers.... murders...

Siting down, you flipped to the table of contents. Finger gliding across the dates and article titles, you froze when you found what you were looking.

Arson of the (L/N) Household - March 20th,1931

You could feel your pulse accelerating as you flipped through to get to the article. No one seemed to ever know the true reason why you had lost your parents - assuming it was just a bad fire. You had desperately tried to seek out information only to no avail. But now that you knew about the magic community, you had a feeling you’d be able to dig up something - anything.

You were right. To think it would take seven years for you to find it.

Eyes barely taking in the moving images for the passing pages, you could barely focus on anything else but the book before you.

Stopping at the right page, you felt your heart suddenly stop.

The sight of the burnt remains of the place you called home with fumes of smoke still filled the top of the page.

“Take (Y/N) and get away from here!”

You pushed the uncomfortable feeling back and continued to read the article.

Late last night, on the outskirts of London, the (L/N) household experienced arson and with left both Roy and Pearl (L/N) deceased. It wasn’t until smoke had filled the sky that the neighbours had noticed the fire and called for assistance.

Roy (L/N) was a top auror within London, famed for his ability to help capture the worse criminals of the magical community. Often working with the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, (L/N) was an up and coming wizard expected to great things.

He and Pearl were well known through the magic community as the young couple that were destined to do great things - as their colleagues noted.

Their young daughter (Y/N) (L/N) is the sole survivor of the fire.

This tragic event appeared to be linked to Roy (L/N)’s work as one of the wizards responsible for the arson, Argon Nott, was captured fleeing the scene. Timaeus Rowle is believed to be his companion that managed to escape and is still at large.

Nott, along with Rowle, were affiliated with the group, Crux, an underground crime organization that has recently been brought into light by the work of (L/N). Cases around the Crux are still waiting for trial in the coming months.

Due to the roles that Roy and Pearl (L/N) held within the Ministry, their funerals and memorial services are set to be held later next months.

Gently tracing the image of your parents, you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen their faces. Years had slowly taken away their details, leaving behind the only the traces of their haunted screams in their final moments. Trying to commit this image to your memory, you watched your parents wave at you cheerfully, their fate unknown to them.

Finishing the article, you blankly stared at the moving picture of Timaeus Rowle. After reading through all that information, you weren’t sure how to feel anymore. Numbly flipping to the back in search of the index, you checked for any additional entries on Rowle.

Nothing.

Your parents were amazing people who had their lives cut short and one of the criminals were out there, living his life.

This was not the sense of closure you had always hoped for.

Slowly shutting the book and letting out a shaky breath, you held back the tears that threatened to fall.

Life wasn’t fair.

You knew that ever since moving to Wool’s Orphanage, but finally knowing about your past brought these feelings up once more.

Getting up, you put the book away.

Just as you put the book away, a familiar figure approached you. Tom had a relieved smile as he approached you.

“Finally found you,” he said. “Ready to go?”

While your thoughts were all jumbled up with this new information, you knew that you shouldn’t say anything to ruin this day with Tom. Things were going to get better.

Meeting Tom’s dark eyes straight on, you gave him a firm nod.

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waiting4inspiration · 4 years ago

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A New Life? (Bucky x Phoenix!Reader)

Summary: Bucky’s been having dreams of a woman bursting in flames, but is certain that there is no chance she can be alive. During a mission at a familiar HYDRA base, Bucky finds the woman, and figures out what she really is. Especially after he finds her in the ashes as the blown-up base.

Warnings: angst, strong language, magical elements, phoenix!reader, not really much

Word Count: 2,070

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Bucky’s used to having nightmares almost all the time. He’s used to waking up in a cold sweat after dreaming about something that has to do with HYDRA. He’s had dreams about killing innocent people, about having no control over his actions, about being the Winter Soldier again.

Lately, he’s had the same dream over and over again. A new dream. One he hasn’t had before. A dream about a woman on fire. It’s a short dream, but he knows the dream like the back of his hand; both flesh and metallic.

It starts with him waking up from cryo, after his memory had been wiped. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he knows that he’s going to meet with his partner; The Flame.

The room is freezing, it’s a wonder how anyone can survive in a room this cold. But there in the corner is a female figure, knees held close to her chest but not shivering. Not even slightly.

In the dream, Bucky blinks and he’s behind a glass window. The woman is in a new room now, a warmer room, but the temperature on the monitor shows that it’s like a hot day in a dessert in the room. And yet, she doesn’t appear to be sweating. That’s when he notices the wings from her back, how they burst into flames when you stretch them out, how the fire engulfs your entire being.

And when he sees a pile of ash on the ground after the spontaneous combustion, that’s when the dream ends.

He’s done research, knowing that it’s no normal for a human to just combust like that without any reason. And because it’s HYDRA, chances are that this female, his partner, isn’t completely human. Perhaps, a mutant.

But all he’s come across is one thing; a Phoenix.

He doesn’t think it’s a Phoenix. A Phoenix is a bird, a mythical bird. It can’t be the answer he’s looking for.

So, he puts off researching for his answer and focuses on the current mission to take down a HYDRA base.

“Barnes, focus,” Tony snaps him out of his own thoughts about the woman in his dreams. “We can’t afford any mistakes here.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and steps off the jet. “I know this base like the back of my hand. I got it,” he says, knowing that Tony heard him over the comms when he flies overhead.

This base was his home for a while when he was working with the woman in his dreams. He wishes he could remember a name, but he can’t think of one. Not that it would matter. If his dreams are true, she must be dead. He can’t remember when his dream took place, but no one walks out unharmed after bursting into flames.

When the mission stated that the base is still occupied, Bucky didn’t think it meant that the total number of occupants are less than 50 people. Just enough to keep a base running. But for what reason?

As he scouts through the halls with Steve, he passes a hallway that makes him freeze.

“You okay, Buck?” Steve questions, his head turning over his shoulder when he hears his best friend’s footsteps stop behind him and then turns when he finds him staring down a hallway.

Bucky recognizes the hallway, not from his dream but from his memories as the Winter Soldier. The sign on the wall says ‘Fire Room’. In his mind, he can hear the heavy footsteps of him and the agents following him down this hall.

Now, his footsteps are lighter, almost like he’s scared he’ll frighten off the memory growing in his mind. Steve follows behind him, unsure of where Bucky’s leading him to or what a ‘Fire Room’ is.

Hearing hushed voices around the corner, Bucky stops and holds his hand up to tell Steve to stop too. They glance at each other, nod as Steve pulls the shield off his back and gets ready to throw it.

As they step forward, they see two men standing guard in front of a door. Steve aims, and throws the shield, knocking both men out without either of them realizing it. “That was easy,” Steve mentions, walking forward with Bucky to collect his shield off the floor.

“Because they weren’t the best on the team,” Bucky mentions, nodding to the numbers on their uniform. High numbers, but a lower rank. “Still, they were guarding something,” he whispers, staring at the door with a frown on his face before slowly taking a step forward.

Reaching out with his flesh hand, he feels the coldness radiating off the door.

Bucky thinks of his dream again, about that freezing room. And he can’t help but wonder why this room would still be running after all this time.

Steve reaches out to stop Bucky by grabbing his arm. “Maybe we should call the team in on this,” he suggests when Bucky glances at him. “We don’t know what’s behind there-”

“I have a pretty good idea what’s behind there, Steve,” Bucky cuts him off, pulling his arm away from his grip to pull on the handle of the door.

Why didn’t he think it would be locked?

“One of the guards must have a key,” Steve mutters, glancing down to the two unconscious men.

But Bucky doesn’t want to waste time looking for a key. Taking a step back, he kicks the door in and lets the coldness escape. And without a second thought, he steps into the room.

It’s like he’s dreaming again. But, instead of a non-shivering female figure in the corner of the room, his eyes land on a terrified, wide-eyed woman.

“(Y/n).” The name just rolls off his tongue when the memory hits him like a truck.

You sigh, your breath evident from how cold the room is, and the fright on your face turning into relief as you push yourself to your feet. “James,” you whisper, stepping forward slowly, unsure of the man behind him. But he doesn’t seem to be part of HYDRA, and you can see two men unconscious on the ground, the ones guarding your door.

“You’re alive?” he questions, stepping forward with you and frowning how you seem to be the same as when you two worked together. You haven’t aged. But you’re not in cryo. “But the fire. I saw you go up in flames.”

You stop walking, a breath catches in your throat as you blink in shock. “You don’t remember, do you?” you softly say, wrapping your arms around you as you step backward. “James, I’m a-”

You’re cut off by a blaring alarm.

“Oops. That was my fault,” Tony speaks over the comm, but it doesn’t break Bucky’s stare on you. “Everyone might want to get out of the base, say in the next 3 minutes.”

“We have to go,” Steve says, stepping forward and making your eyes snap over to him.

Bucky steps forward, your eyes shifting back to him and he holds out his hand. “Come with us. You don’t have to be under HYDRA’s control anymore,” he urges.

A smile grows on your face as you drop your head between your shoulders. “A new life,” you whisper, turning your head over your shoulder as you flex your back muscles.

That’s when Bucky sees them. Wings rising away from your back and black feathers rustling together. Wings like the ones he dreamed about.

“You should go. I have something to do first,” you encourage, but Bucky shakes his head. “James, I want you to get out of here and come back to look for me in ashes,” you whisper, reaching out to touch the side of his face. And for someone who’s been in a freezing room for God knows how long, your skin is pleasantly warm to the touch.

“Ashes,” he whispers, remembering the last part of his dream of seeing nothing but a pile of ashes after your spontaneous combustion.

A smile grows on your face as you run your hand down his neck and shoulder before letting it rest on his chest. “You remember.” He shakes his head and breathes out a laugh. “You will. Now go. Time is running out,” you remind, pushing him back out the room and into the hall.

He runs with Steve towards the nearest exit, but when he gets to the corner of the passage, he turns to look back at you.

You have your wings stretched out behind you as you fire the other way. Towards the ‘Fire Room’. “Bucky, let’s go.” Your head snaps over your shoulder to look back at him when you hear those words. Giving him a reassuring smile and nod, the black feathers ignite and turn into wings of fire. Just like in his dream.

It spreads to your body, but he doesn’t stay to see you combust and turn into a pile of ash on the ground.

And just as he and Steve get to the jet, the base explodes like a bomb was placed in the middle of the building.

Bucky insisted on doing clean-up duty, and Steve knows why. Of course, searching through rubble isn’t a one man job. So, the two super soldiers go together.

“So, who is she?” Steve questions, thinking that it’s a good time to find out from him who you are and what you have to do with HYDRA.

“She was my partner,” Bucky states, answering more than one question in Steve’s mind. “I wasn’t told much about what she is. HYDRA didn’t know much about her. The only one that knew everything about her, was the man that brought her in. He was killed so that she could belong to HYDRA completely,” he carries on, speaking his thoughts, his memories out loud.

He can trust Steve with that.

“Who’s she loyal to?” Steve questions, wanting to know if there’s a chance you’ll still ‘belong’ to HYDRA after this.

Bucky shakes his head, frowns to himself and tries to remember the answer to that question. “Herself. She only acts to survive. If doing what HYDRA wanted her to do means that she lives, then she’ll do it,” he states, turning his gaze up to Steve as they come to a stop in the place where the hallway where he last saw you would be.

“What is she?” That’s the question on Bucky’s mind too.

Then, he spots a body. Two. The guards.

Stepping forward, his eyes move slightly up to find another body, wings wrapped around them. It’s you.

Ashes. He remembers ashes. Rebirth. A new life.

His research.

Touching your shoulder, you jump and turn over onto your back. Pushing yourself away from him, you stare at him and Steve with wide eyes and fright on your face, like when he kicked down the door. “Who are you?” you spit, bringing your wings around you to hide your naked body from them.

You don’t remember him?

Bucky holds up his hands to show you he doesn’t mean you any harm. “We want to help you,” he softly speaks, shifting forward and making you move back away from him.

But the longer you stare at his face, the more familiar it seems to be. You tilt your head to the side and frown. “I know your face,” you whisper, your eyes slowly moving to his hands that he holds up. One of them is metal. “James,” you say the name on the tip of your tongue before lifting your eyes to see if you are right.

He smiles and shifts closer again, holds out his flesh hand for you and nods his head. “(Y/n),” he whispers in return.

Hearing him speak your name makes you relax and you place your hand in his, allowing him to help you to your feet. You then notice your surroundings and glance around you. “Where am I?”

Of course. You’re a Phoenix. Bursting into fire to start a new life means that you forget everything that happened before. It’s why HYDRA forced you to do that every time he was brought out of cryo. It was an easy way to wipe your memory.

You remember him because he became a constant factor in your life. Or, lives. You were the last person you saw before combusting and the first person to see when you are reborn. You remember him.

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