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bunnyywritings · 3 years ago

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true love’s kiss

tenya iida x gn!reader

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requested by @coleluuviida : So may I request a iida tenya x gn! reader? The plot I want is where reader likes reading a lot of books and comics, they will read romance, action, horror, etc. So then one day reader and the dekusquad are eating lunch together, reader was quick eating their lunch so that they can continue reading their book but then iida ask about what their reading and reader go on and on how, and why they like the story with passion iida was listen with joy even the dekusquad are listening in. After that reader let iida borrow their book the rest is up to your imagination!

[a/n: thank you so much for trusting me with your request sweetheart!! i’m sorry it took so long but here it is, i hope you enjoy! I kinda got carried away...it’s been a while since i’ve properly written so i apologize if it’s not very good :/ without further adieu, here’s some adorable iida content cause he’s the best and deserves the world - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

It was never strange to see you with your nose buried in between the pages of a book. Your friends found it endearing.Some people, literally just Bakugou, found it a bit ridiculous.

Denki and Kirishima made a game out of it. They would bet on the genre you were reading purely based on your reactions alone. If your cheeks ever got flushed and your eyes wide, 10/10 it was probably a cheesy romance manga. If your brows were furrowed and your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, it was a mystery novel. A forlorn look in your eyes ment it was some type of magical book with Knights, Wizards, and Dragons (oh my!)

But somebody in particular, albeit enamored by your love of literature, was also concerned.

Iida was in your group of friends and so he had witnessed first hand your obsession with finishing a book. Sometimes you wouldn't eat during lunch because you were so enthralled and when he did get you to eat something, you raced to finish your food so you could grab your book once more and pick up where you left off. You weren't much of a talker and no one at the table really minded your lack of conversation and let you be.

However, this time around, it was different. Iida noticed the bags under your eyes and knew that you hadn't been sleeping. You had been engaging in class and you were keeping up with your studies but the second you guys were allowed a break or you all were let out for lunch, you picked up your book and resumed reading.

Even as you walked with them to the cafeteria, your eyes hadn't left the page. You had your book in one hand and your other was gripping the end of Shoto's blazer, leading you to where you needed to go.

"It must be a really good one this time." Kirishima muttered to Denki, both watching in amusement as you were being led around by a nonchalant Shoto.

So as you sat at the lunch table, Iida watched in concern. Even with your favorite food in front of you, you still hadn't put the book down. As much as he hated what he was about to do, he just couldn't do nothing.

"(Y/n), as much as I hate to disrupt your reading...I must know, is a book really more important than sleep? Or more important than eating a healthy meal?"

All conversation came to a screeching halt. No one had ever really disrupted your reading before...so no one knew what to expect when Iida spoke up. The seconds were tense as they ticked by and as you moved your hand, they all held their breath, but instead of bookmarking your page, your finger deftly slipped under the corner of the page and turned to the next one.

"Huh...they didn't even hear you." Ochako giggled.

Sighing, Iida reached over and placed his hand flat on the pages, successfully obstructing your view of the letter on the pages.

"(Y/n)..."

Normally, you'd be a slight bit annoyed that someone had interrupted you but it was Iida. Sweet, sweet Iida.

"Oh. Sorry." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, "I must've not heard you. What's wrong?"

Iida sighs.

“I'm just concerned, is all. What's got you so interested?"

"You really want to know?" He noticed how your eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Yes, I really want to know."

And with that, you went off on a whole tangent.

Explaining the story from the very beginning. Giving character description with wild and elaborate hand gestures. Even going as far as adding sound effects to fight scenes. This was nothing new for Shoto or Midoriya. They had often asked about the stories you read and quite enjoyed hearing you re-tell them. Shoto never had anyone tell him bedtime stories but he assumes

this is what they would've been like.

Iida was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He's never seen you speak about something so passionately, other than the time he had asked you why you wanted to be a hero.

So as you went on and explained what you've been reading, he felt himself fall even more. He was intently listening.

You had been reading a rom-com style, action book about two knights going on a quest to slay a dragon to break an evil curse. There were wizards and mystical forest creatures. Once you finished, you had asked if he wanted to read it once you were done.

Now...this wasn't really Iida's cup of tea. Don't get him wrong, he loves sitting and enjoying a book but fantasy books

aren't really his style.

"So..? Would you want to read it? Ya' know, see for yourself?" The look in your eyes was absolutely adorable, he couldn't possibly say no.

"S-Sure, I'd love to borrow it."

He wasn't too worried though, you still had a few chapters to go and surely you'd forget about it.

Boy was he wrong.

As he was getting ready for bed, the knock on his door confused him. Upon opening the door, there you stood in your pajamas

with the book tightly clutched in your hands.

"Sorry I took so long but here you go. Let me know what you think." You had an excited smile playing on your lips.

"Oh...thank you." He reached out and took the book from your outstretched grasp.

He read through the first chapter before going to bed, slightly intrigued.

It took him about a month to read, maybe a little longer since he definitely took breaks and focused more on school than anything...but eventually, he finished.

You had been hanging out in the common room when Iida had walked in, book in hand. It took you a while to notice since you had been buried in another .

“Oh, hey Iida!” Ochako grinned.

You turned and took notice of what was in his possession and your smile grew.

“You finished! What’d you think?”

“Uhm well, it was quite...quite interesting-” He was fumbling with his words, something that’s a bit unusual for him.

“Oh...you didn’t like it?” your face fell and his heart dropped a little.

“No, no! What I mean is that-!”

“It’s okay, you can be honest. It’s not for everyone.”

“I did like it but there’s something that I didn’t quite understand. Why would they risk leaving the magma gem? From my understanding, it would’ve given them the abilities needed to slay the dragon.” The complete and utter confusion on his face was adorable.

“Come on, Ingenium!” You chuckled quietly. “If they had gotten the gem, they wouldn’t have been able to save their partner. Remember, sometimes the best strategy is to run and get help instead of fighting a fight that you can’t win.”

“But they didn’t even slay the dragon!”

“They didn’t because that wasn’t needed to break the curse. The only way to break the curse was with true love’s kiss.”

“That’s not very logical. How would that break a deadly curse?”

“Don’t underestimate the power of love, Iida. It’s quite strong.”

Upon hearing those words he looked up from the book and into your eyes...had they always been that mesmerizing? His heart hammered in his chest as he parted his lips to speak once more.

“W-would you show me?” This was a big leap of faith for him. He had confided in Midoriya a while ago when he realized his feelings for you, and ever the observant one, Midoriya had a feeling that you felt the same way. There had been multiple times where he had caught you gazing longingly at the class rep.

Now you...you were stunned. Your cheeks had flushed red and your mouth was agape. Taking your silence as a rejection, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head.

“I apologize, that was quite forward of me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He placed the book down on the couch and got up. Once he turned away from you, you had realized that the words in your head never left your mouth so you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait…” your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you and turned back around. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just surprised that you feel the same way I do.”

There was a small silence that followed but your body seemed to move on its own. You held his face in your hands, the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones sent the butterflies into a frenzy.

“Can I still kiss you?” Your voice was hesitant, quiet, and it made him smile, gazing into your eyes with such a fondness that it made your stomach do flips.

“Yes...please.”

That was all you needed before leaning in, his eyes and yours fluttered shut as your lips met. Both of you were unsure but he trusted you and you trusted him. The feeling of his lips moving languidly with yours was absolutely euphoric. He tasted like mint and black tea, and his lips were soft. Gaining confidence, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

After finally pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Believe it’s strong enough now?”

“Hmm…” His chest vibrated as he hummed in feign thoughtfulness. “I may need more convincing.”

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animedaddymilkers · 4 years ago

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Kinkmas 2020: Day 17

Prompt: Age Play w/ Shikaku

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Age Play, Boss/Worker, Mutual Pining, Shower Sex, Creampie, Vaginal Sex || Characters: Shikaku Nara, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

"(Y/N). My office. Now,” the gruff, irritated voice of your boss broke you from the paperwork you were attending to and you stood, quickly following after him.

You closed the heavy oak door behind you and smoothed your skirt out as you stood in front of his desk. Shikaku was glaring at the window, his hand stroking his facial hair. It was obvious he was fuming from something, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn’t irrationally take any anger out on you. That was just part of his personality that you adored, always so thoughtful for others and in control of his emotions. This week was rough enough for him, the anniversary of his wife’s death having been at the beginning of the week. Now, added to whatever he was upset about currently was sure to be too much for him to handle, especially alone. So, you stood there, waiting patiently and without pressure for him to speak, letting him be ready at his own pace.

“I was assigned the mission,” after five minutes of standing in silence he spoke, the words mumbled so quietly that it took you a moment to process them.

“You… that mission? Alone?! But that was supposed to be assigned to-”

“The strongest shinobi besides the Hokage. Yes. And apparently, that would be me. It’s an honor.”

“It’s a suicide mission! Surely you can’t really be expected to go alone!”

Shikaku finally turned from the window to face you, his expression as stern as always despite his initial unrest, “There’s no one else to accompany me.”

“I can go. Let me be your partner on this mission,” you were adamant in standing your ground on this, unable to accept your boss going out on such a risky mission alone.

“You’re too young.”

“And you’re too old!”

He scoffed before chuckling, catching you off guard as he heartily laughed while sinking into his office chair, “Every time I see that look in your eye and hear that fiery attitude I’m reminded of why you’re a perfect fit here,” he sighed, “I know I’m not going to change your mind on this, no matter how much I’d prefer you stay here safe and sound. But, I admire your tenacity, my little fawn. We leave in four days.”

You sighed and sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk, taking in the fact that he agreed to your offer before continuing, “Thank you, I’ll do my best to support you. We’ll come back. Together.”

“Mm, with you by my side I’d fight to the ends of the earth. But, you have been neglecting your training since being promoted to my assistant. We’re done with work for today, come to my house at dawn, I’ll personally oversee your training. It will be beneficial for us to become more...in sync before the mission as well.”

With a nod, you agreed to his conditions, not about to turn down one on one training with one of the best shinobi in the village, let alone one of the most attractive. After finishing what you were working on before being interrupted, you both packed up and left the office for the day. That night, you tried to go about your routine as normal but couldn’t help your mind from wandering. You thought about the events of the day, that brief moment where he used a pet name for you replayed a million times over, your cheeks heating up each time. Then, your mind would picture the possibilities that tomorrow morning might hold for you. Cheesy visuals filled your head of Shikaku wrapping his arms around you to show you proper form, an idea you no doubt got from cheesy romance movies. As if you need help perfecting your form. You were more than capable of holding your own in a fight and this training was simply to get you back in the swing of things.

The next morning came simultaneously too fast and not fast enough. You showed up at the Nara house, taking note that the house would be more appropriately labeled as a mansion. Dawn had yet to peak across the horizon, but Shikaku was already in the courtyard, kicking the air. Making your presence known, you set your supplies down on the porch before meeting his gaze. His face brightened when he saw you, sending a strange feeling to your chest.

“Ha! Figures you’d show up early. You’re too ambitious for your own good, kid.”

You grinned back at him as you started stretching, “Hey, you started early too, old man.”

He shook his head jovially, always amused when you dished back what he gave you. Without much more small talk, your training began and from then on you were focused on furthering your abilities. After all, the success of the mission was depending on both of you being at your absolute best for the entire duration. Shikaku knew better than to take it easy on you, instead treating you as any other opponent, and more importantly, treating you as an equal. It was a mild relief, but you were confident in your abilities to the point where you knew if he didn’t give it his all you’d lay his ass flat.

Two hours in and you were both fighting like a well-oiled machine, he went in for a hit, you blocked and parried to which he deflected. It ended up in you both barely being able to land a blow because the moves were just too predictable. Another half-hour and you agreed on a break, sitting on the engawa while catching your breath and chugging your water. You glanced over to Shikaku to find him already looking at you and suddenly you realized just how sweaty the training had made you. Alternatively, you also realized just how sweaty training had made Shikaku. The mesh shirt that was usually worn under his vest left little to your imagination, sweat glistening through the thin material. Silently, you thanked whatever gods existed and forced your attention back to a random tree in the courtyard.

“We should...clean up before work. You can use my shower,” he stood up after you agreed and led you inside, “Don’t worry about being quiet, Shikamaru’s on a mission of his own.”

You nodded and took note of the fact, still generally quiet though as he led you through the house to the bathroom. The place was even bigger from the inside and the bathroom itself looked like the size of your bedroom. Without much more thought you stripped once the door was closed and went to step in the shower. Blinking, you stared blankly at the shower knob, why the hell was each shower designed so damn differently? This shit looked like literal alien technology. You groaned and looked at your discarded clothes, there was no way in hell you were getting those leggings on while you were still so sweaty, let alone the sports bra. Grabbing a towel you wrapped it around your body and said a prayer.

“Shikaku…?” You called out tentatively, one hundred percent sure if you weren’t careful you’d get lost within the house, “Shikaku?”

“(Y/N)?” The door ahead on your left swung open and the older man appeared, currently shirtless and Kami, his hair was down.

“Uhm, I can’t figure out your shower…” admitting it out loud was mildly embarrassing and you could see the newspaper headline flash inside your head, ‘local shinobi gets stumped over fancy shower’.

Shikaku chuckled and rubbed his neck, “Forgot about that, yeah it’s a bit intimidating, isn’t it? I’ll show ya.”

You nodded and turned around, leading the way back to the bathroom, leaving Shikaku to trail behind you. Unintentionally, it was a test of will, his eyes desperately avoiding the sight of the towel barely covering the bottom of your ass. His eyes stared a hole into the back of your head trying to avoid your body. He was not going to objectify you, not now, not ever, he was better than this. Yet, he couldn’t help how his thoughts always wandered to you, though thankfully most of them weren’t dirty, or else he probably wouldn’t ever be able to look you in the eyes.

The bathroom couldn’t come fast enough and even as he leaned into the shower to turn it on you had to pry your eyes away from his backside, ignoring the way your eyes could spend ages just taking in all the scars that adorned his torso. He straightened himself out, standing tall again as the water began to spray. Well damn, he made it look so easy. You sighed and nodded in defeat, shower: 1, you: 0.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t worry about it. You gonna need help with anything else, kid? You know how the shampoo works, right?” a shit-eating grin spread across his face and you huffed before shooting him an innocent look.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’m not quite sure I know how, I think I need someone a bit older and wiser to teach me how,” you twirled your hair and batted your eyes, your voice an octave higher, really dialing up your little girl act.

The reaction was instantaneous, if ever there was a moment where you could pinpoint when a man’s willpower broke, this would be it. Shikaku unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving you the deer in the headlights now. The both of you played off the other too well, each pushing it just a bit farther, both refusing to be the one who backed out. That game of constant cat and mouse led you here, standing in the shower as the head of the Nara clan affectionately cleaned your hair. Not like you were complaining, though.

“Such a good little fawn, always eager to learn more. Are you taking in this lesson? Have you learned how to wash your hair, young one?”

“Yes sir, thank you for teaching me. Can you teach me how to wash my body now?” Pushing, nudging the boundary line further you rested your hands on his toned chest.

He smiled softly and grabbed the washcloth. There was no nervousness, most likely thanks to these roles you were both embracing. Instead, you felt confident. If the way you asked for him to wash you was any indication. His hands gently caressed your skin, lathering the soap over your body. Boldly, his hands lingered on your tits, brushing the rough material of the cloth over your nipples, making you arch into him. Your hands rested on his biceps, marveling in the way that they flexed just from washing you. After your torso was scrubbed the cloth wandered to your thighs, silently coaxing you to spread them.

Once you spread your legs his hand cupped your sex through the washcloth, another hand gently holding your face, keeping your eyes locked on his. Your hips instinctively rolled into his touch, a small gasp leaving you as the washcloth grazed over your clit. He grinned and finally leaned in, capturing your lips in his, thumb brushing over your cheek. Kissing back you slid your arms around his neck, keeping him there to kiss you more. His hand rubbed a bit harder before leaving altogether, washing the rest of your body while he kissed you. If his lips wouldn’t have been on yours you would have whined at the loss of contact. Luckily for him, he finished washing you soon enough, not leaving you enough time to complain.

As he hung up the washcloth, you refused to accept that was the end of your physical contact with him, “Can I practice what I learned on you, sir?”

“Well, of course. Learning by experience is always best. Go ahead, little one.”

With his affirmative answer, you reached up, scrubbing his long hair and massaging his scalp. Meanwhile, his hands wandered your sides, rubbing up and down as you tended to him. You made sure to condition his hair thoroughly, it’d be a shame to see those locks of his get dry. When it came to his body you washed it in record time, though you purposely avoided his crotch, saving it for last. Now, it was your turn to tease him, gently rubbing the washcloth over his half-hard cock. His eyes closed and he sighed deeply, trying to resist the way your hand wrapped around him through the cloth.

“Fuck me, Shikaku.”

Slowly, his eyes reopened and he looked at you, almost expecting you to be joking, or maybe he was hallucinating, but you repeated yourself, “Fuck me, Shikaku.”

He let out the breath he was holding and his hands gripped your hips, mouth leaning in to latch onto your neck this time. Carefully, he coaxed you to let him lift you, to let him show off those muscles he worked hard to earn. As if you really needed coaxing to let him do that. Your back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist, holding his hips close to yours. His cock nuzzled against you and he groaned, nipping at your neck. A moan left your lips and your hands went to his hair, tugging on it gently just to get him to groan again.

“I can’t wait any longer to have you, little fawn.”

“Mmm, figures, the old man doesn’t have any patience left in his old age,” you giggled softly, though, in reality, the feeling was mutual as you were more than ready to get railed by him.

“Hmph, damn kids and their smart mouths,” he mumbled into your neck but still reached down, pushing his cock into you slowly.

Your head leaned back against the wall in a silent gasp as his member spread you, deliciously sliding deeper until he hit your cervix. His arms wrapped around you like he was going to lose you, letting you get adjusted to his size before slowly thrusting. He groaned and kissed you as his hips moved at an agonizing pace to the point where you began to move yours forward just to meet him faster. Eventually, he got the hint, though he did prolong it a bit further just to tease you. Finally, he fucked his cock into you like he meant it, quick, deep strokes that hit you in all the right places. With every thrust, you could feel the prominent veins on his cock drag along your walls driving you, almost literally, up the wall.

The first time Shikaku moaned your name you nearly came right then, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. How many nights had you imagined what this would be like? Now, to have him fucking you like you were a goddess...it was overwhelming. As he continued to slam in and out of you, your nerves went wild, feeling like your whole body was on fire and the steamy bathroom didn’t help. One of his rough fingers met your clit and you knew you were done for. He rubbed quick and rough in time with his hips and you found yourself falling apart in his arms.

You cried out his name, clawing your nails down his back as your pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock. He held you tight, riding you through your orgasm, fingers still rubbing your clit as your thighs continued to shake. The son of a bitch sent you straight into a second orgasm, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. Your whole body tensed and Shikaku buried himself deep inside of your pussy before he groaned and emptied his load. The feeling was heaven, his warm cum filling you full and as you came down from your high you found you couldn’t wait until tomorrow’s training session.

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thedevildomdaily · 4 years ago

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Demonic Possessions Ch 3.Mr. Happyface Sunshine Boy & The Best Route Responses

NOTE: I hope you're enjoying the new fic. I feel much happier and less exhausted. n_n Let me know in the notes or via private message your thoughts on anything related to the fic and/or my characters. I do want to develop relationships between all of the characters before the NSFW stuff happens. I hope y'all are cool with that.

Warnings: Just typical swearing this chapter

Lena was reluctant to say, “I think our exit from your bedroom this morning gave Levi the wrong impression...and it made him uncomfortable.” Lilly and Asmodeus had completely different reactions. The human was concerned, knowing how much anxiety Levi could have in situations that made him feel awkward. His younger brother, however, thought it was hilarious!

And of course he would. He interacted with the nephilim as intimately as possible, purposefully allowing his brothers to assume something happened with her. He didn’t realize just how strongly Leviathan would feel about it. It was quite amusing.

“Uhm...Lucifer?” Lena hesitantly called to the eldest demon. He, of course, looked irked by his brother’s exclamation and exit from the group. “My tour guide just ran away. What do you want me to do?” She accepted Lucifer as her ‘boss’ while staying in the Devildom. There was something about his demeanor, his smug expression, that irritated her a little. The way he looked down at her (quite literally) with an indifference.

“Satan. Escort Lena to her first class.” The blonde’s face was stuck in a book as he walked behind them. He sighed, and nodded, “Right. Follow me Lena.”

Lucifer continued before she could walk away, “Leviathan will be in each of your classes. Follow after him, even if he’s reluctant to walk with you. If he tries to actually abandon you, remind him that I told him to escort you and there will be consequences if he fails.”

Her eyes widened at that statement. That was a little extreme. It made her think that Lucifer really didn’t like or trust her at all. He absolutely wanted the indigo-haired otaku to stick with her, even against his will. “Ugh...okay…”

After agreeing to relay the message, Lena and Satan divided from the group. He at least had this first class with Leviathan and herself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so awkward? It was definitely premature to be getting jealous over her; they’d known each other for less than 24 hours. She’d really hoped to run into her brothers, but she’d settle for seeing them at lunchtime.

“How should I approach Leviathan?” Lena finally asked Satan. He seemed so absorbed in his reading that she didn’t really want to bother him too much.

Satan snapped his book shut in a nonchalant manner, and looked upwards as he thought. “Why would you want to approach him? He’s pretty much the greatest shut-in I’ve ever seen. He’s not one for making friends unless they are 2-D characters in his video games.”

Lena frowned, “Well for one, that’s really harsh. Two, that’s exactly why I’d like to talk to him. I want to be his friend, especially since he’s my ward under command of Mr. Happyface Sunshine Boy…” The nephilim mocked Lucifer’s stance and Satan froze for a moment.

“Did you just…?” He couldn’t believe someone referred to Lucifer as ‘Mr. Happyface Sunshine Boy’. Satan was on the verge of dying and sinking into Oblivion over that. He had to cover his mouth with his fist, trying his best to refrain from revealing the true joy he was feeling.

Of course caught on to him trying his best to hide the laughter. “What, is that not accurate? How about Sir Jubilant VanLaughs A Lot? Dr. Giggling WonderHugs?” she smirked and tried to peek at Satan, to see the tears beading-up around his eyes. His ears were red too and it was so cute and hilarious.

“S-top it..” he murmured. There was very little air left in Satan’s lungs, “I can’t. I think I will always refer to Lucifer as Mr Happyface Sunshine Boy...it’s so wrong…”

The two made the rest of the trip to the third floor alchemy lab mocking the eldest demon brother. Apparently he and Belphegor weren’t huge fans of his. Lena would take note of that as leverage for getting Belphegor to warm up to her later on if necessary. She wanted him to just give her a small chance if possible. Leviathan too. She thought she’d gotten off to a good start, talking games and anime the other evening before dinner.

Speak of the devil(haha)! Leviathan was sitting alone at a potions table, his face still glued to his phone. There was an empty seat beside him, so Lena actually bolted to it just as the bell rang. The demon’ eyes widened beneath his long bangs at her suddenly beside him. And since the bell rang, he couldn’t get up. Not that there were any other seats available now anyways.

“Looking to escape me?” Lena whispered, “too bad son! You’re stuck with me like glue until my time in the Devildom ends. Your delightfully charming brother Lucifer wanted me to let you know.” This caused his face to glow red and he gripped his DDD tightly. She couldn’t even tell if he was angry or embarrassed. She assumed both, but decided not to let up. If he was going to run, she would chase until he caved in. It was a little exciting.

As soon as alchemy ended, the third oldest brother tried to bolt, but Satan and Lena both took his arms. The blonde decided to help out in exchange for the laughs she gave him at Lucifer’s expense earlier. She may be worthy of his little club ya know? Besides, he would somehow get blamed for leaving Lena otherwise unattended to if Levi didn’t cooperate.

“WAAAAGH!!!!” he exclaimed, “Let go! Physical contact is a no for me!”

“Will you please listen to me for a moment?” Lena asked. He shook his head ‘no’. It made her sigh and she let go of him. “Fine...I wish you’d just talk to me for a moment. I mean, wouldn’t Ruri-chan give me a chance?”

That caused the demon to freeze. What did she know about Ruri-chan!? Still, even though she was taking a wild guess, Lena was right. Ruri-chan always gave her friends the benefit of a doubt and was eager to hear anyone out.

The third oldest looked first to Lena, and then to Satan. Where she was looking dejected, his brother looked pissed. He’d tell Lucifer in a heartbeat if he were to run off again he was sure. He was already going to hear about it when he saw Lucifer next anyways and he was afraid he was going to get grounded from purchasing anything on Akuzon for a month.

“W-wait.” He stammered as Lena started to pull away from him, “That was a low-blow using my precious Ruri-chan against me!” He eyed her sternly and sighed, “What do you have to say to a shut-in like me anyways?”

“Firstly, I want to say this: Stop talking down about yourself. There’s nothing wrong with being an Otaku or an introvert. You’re way too hard on yourself and if it’s because your brothers make fun of them, then just ignore ‘em. They all have flaws too. Some of which are way worse than nerdy obsessions…” Lena gave a side glance at a knowing Satan. He had gone on a solid tangent about Lucifer earlier, and then remembered his anger towards Mammon.

Lena continued, following the brothers into the hall slowly, “Next, I want to address what happened with Asmodeus.” She couldn’t believe she was having this talk with a grown-ass demon. “Not that it is ANYONE’S business, but nothing happened between us last night. He was just being his flirty self. His implications were to just play a joke. He’s rather mischievous isn’t he?”

“You’ve got no idea…” Satan grumbled.

“I may be 5’4” and I am a half human. But I am probably older than Solomon himself and I don’t feel threatened at all by Asmo so you have nothing to fret over if you’re just concerned for my safety.” She knew that wasn’t the case. It was really cute knowing he was a little smitten by her in such a short time.

Leviathan saw the chance to get through this embarrassing event and move on. “Yes...I was just concerned about you and didn’t know how to address it. Asmo can be extremely lecherous and I didn’t know if a nephilim could resist his charm abilities.”

“Well I couldn’t deny that I was a little curious…” Lena snickered, “I’m just not that easy. And it's really nothing to get worked up over. His and my relationship is of it’s own and I wouldn’t let it stop me from pursuing others…” The brothers paused and blinked before looking at each other, not quite understanding what Lena meant. The expressions made her laugh some more.

“What does that mean exactly?” Satan asked. He’d glanced at the time and motioned for them to hurry on to their next class.

Lena played it coy at first, “I dunno..you tell me.” The blonde frowned and glared at her. She was just as bad as Asmo it seemed. “Fine. it’s means that I’m non-monogamous. I believe in open relationships…”

Leviathan’s brows raised and Satan got a little embarrassed for pressing the matter. “I see...well then I’m certain Asmo wouldn’t mind if you did decide to…you know what? Never mind. We’ve no time to discuss this. Get to class and I’ll see you both later. Leviathan. Don’t abandon her again or Lucifer will tie you up like he does Mammon…”

That made his older brother gulp and start picking up the pace, “C-Come on Lena!”

The nephilim laughed and followed after Leviathan to Advanced Demonology & Ethereal Beings. It seems that she had managed to fix things with him, only to embarrass Satan next. These demon lords were such easy targets and she wasn’t even trying. The only reason Leviathan didn’t get further involved into the conversation was because he wasn’t entirely sure he grasped what she was saying for one, and the fact that he swore he saw Lucifer in the distance glaring at him caused Leviathan to be distracted for another.

The two barely made it to their next class. Both Belphegor and Beelzebub were in there as well. After welcoming Lena and reviewing the material from the previous day, the instructor had the class silently read a couple of chapters and answer the corresponding review questions. Typical school stuff.

Bored, Lena decided to take her new DDD for a test drive by chatting with Levi who looked as extremely bored as her. She also noticed that the youngest brother was sound asleep and drooling so much. She snapped a picture of it for a later date. Too cute!

Lena:“So are you going to go shopping with us after school today?”

Levi: “Yeah I guess. There's a comic shop I want to show you that has crane games I want to try my hand at again.”

Lena: “Sweet! Should I invite the twins as well?”

Levi: “Lol you can try. Beel will go if he can eat somewhere. Belphie is totes salty w/ you still I bet!”

Lena: “Well he is the baby I guess? Lol I don’t want him to hate me though!!! T_T ”

Levi: “ROFL!! 1000% The baby! Idk how to get him to like you. Start with Beel first. He only listens to him.”

Lena: “Totally get it! My bros & I won’t listen to anyone else. Lol well, we only listen to Azri. He’s Boss Level diva and we don’t want him nagging at us! Kinda like a certain big bro of yours amiright!?! ;D”

Levi: “OMD!!!! ROFL!”

Leviathan actually chuckled a bit in the quiet classroom and Beelzebub took notice. Actually a couple others noticed. It made Lena giggle under her breath too and she put her head down on her open text book.

When class ended, Leviathan waited for Lena to get some additional assignments from the instructor so she could catch up. She didn’t look like it, but the nephilim was a solid A student and enjoyed learning new things. It came with being one of the oldest females alive in the human world, and going through the struggles of inequality. Like hell was she going to let her gender decide her ability to learn. She was glad her father was so progressive and allowed her to go to school and do pretty much anything her brothers did.

“It looks like the two of you are getting along better.” Beelzebub said to Leviathan as he nudged Belphegor awake.

Leviathan was going to choose the tsundere path during this play-through. “I don’t know what you mean. We’re fine. It’s not like I was personally upset with her, a 3D world member.” Sure. Sure.

“So you’re just afraid of Lucifer’s punishment?” Belphegor asked with a huge yawn between words, “Then why were you two giggling and texting each other during class?”

His two brothers stared at Belphegor dumbfoundedly, “how could you possibly know that?! You were sound asleep!” Levi exclaimed.

“You were snuggling your book as a pillow and now it’s covered in drool again…” Beel added. He held it up by the ‘dry corner’ to show a long slime trail dripping off the bottom. “Satan is going to be mad because he just got you this replacement.”

“Oh hey guys!” Lena interjected as she joined them, “Sorry it took a moment Levi.” He waved it off. “So did you ask them?”

“Ask us what?” Belphegor gave the nephilim a suspicious look. He still didn’t trust her and of course he was still salty about losing his clubhouse in the attic to her.

Lena took the opportunity to actually get a chance to talk with Belphegor, “Last night Lilly, Asmo, and Mammon decided to take me on a big shopping trip to get a few necessities and to show me around the downtown area.” She tried to gauge his face for a mood change, “I wanted to see if you two would like to join us?”

The twins thought for a moment. Clearly Beel was waiting on his twin’s response because he was being supportive of him and his feelings. It was extremely sweet. To nudge them into agreeing, Lena decided to pander a little.

“Lilly told me that you would be the perfect person to show me where to get some good local food, Beel. Oh, uhm is it okay to call you that?” She asked cheerfully.

Beel’s full attention quickly shot to Lena, “Yes! I can definitely take you on a food tour through the city!” he chuckled, fully game to dine with her and totally forgetting his brother in the process. “And you can call me Beel, that’s fine!”

Belphegor could see what Lena was doing. She was clearly trying to charm the both of them like Asmo or Mammon when they wanted something badly. He was definitely not going to fall for it…

“And Belphegor...Asmo said you were the one to help him pick out those extremely soft pillows he’s got; the comforter too! Now, I’ve never been into the Celestial Realm or anything, but I imagine that must be what a Heavenly cloud feels like!?” Lena boasted, “Could you pretty please help me find something like that? You must be an expert finding the right fit…”

“Of course I am. I have a huge collection of different types of pillows…” and he fell for it!

By the end of their discussion, Lena had both Beel and Belphegor agreeing to tag along after school. Leviathan told her she chose the best Route Responses for the both of them and the Event would be successful.

They went on to their next class, and agreed to join the twins and others at lunch time to discuss the trip.

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sunarou · 4 years ago

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♡Kageyama, Tsukishima, and Osamu when the reader is secretly a really good vball player♡

Requested: Yessir!

Word count: 2k

A/N: This is requested by my lovely mutual @kageyatsu ! She writes for haikyuu and mystic messenger as well and you should totally go check her blog out!~ also I changed some things out for Kageyama if that's okay (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

Also also! Sorry if any of these terms sound.. wrong? I don't play vball and I tried to research about it first eek!

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Kageyama Tobio

Being the captain of the girl's volleyball team had its perks, like for one. You and the boy's volleyball team got to go to a volleyball training camp, it was all very exciting for you. You were ready to polish your skills, "Y/N-chan!~ We're here!" Your friend shook you awake, "Oh, thanks Miyu" You said, stepping out of the bus together. "The girl's are staying over there, let's go take a quick break before playing practice matches with the boys.

After stretching, you and the girls walk to the large gym where the boys were playing a practice match with Karasuno. "Y/N-chan! You finally woke up from your nap" Lev says, making Nekoma turn their heads to you. "Oh yeah, I was pretty tired.." You said walking towards the bench, to sit but Kuroo calls out to you. "Y/N! Come play with us! We're missing a player" he said, the other players nodding along.

"Alright I guess," You said, jogging up to the middle, since you were also a middle blocker. "Okay, go serve!" A small gingered hair boy says as he gets into position. Kuroo, serves over the net, a boy with spiky brown hair receives it, making it bounce over to a black haired dude, where he sets to the ginger. After a lot of matches with different people, you've grown to be a lot more alert with their hits and tactics, so when you saw the ginger's arm go up, you go to the spot where you guessed the ball was gonna go, turns out you're right. You bump passed to Kenma who sets it over the court. Most of the Karasuno boys were shocked at how you saw past their tactic, mostly the ginger and black haired, they didn't know someone could actually receive their quick attack at first try.

After a few more fierce back and forth action going, you started noticing a certain black haired boy sneaking glances at you, after the game, resulting in victory. The two teams high fived each other under the net, when you and the raven-haired high fived, you caught his gaze, as his eyes followed you. "Thank you for the game!" You all said synchronized. "U-Uhm Y/N-san!" The same raven haired boy approached you, your heart started beating faster, "I just wanted to say that you were really cool on the court and-" he was cut off with whistles and howls going across the court, he turns back at them, giving them a scary face before turning back to you.

"I'd like to play with you more!" He says, bowing. You were growing flustered by the sudden contact, "O-Of course!" You squeaked out, "Thank you!" He said, "I'm Kageyama, Kageyama Tobio" He says, putting his hand out, "Y/N, L/N Y/N" you shook his hand, the handshake lingered longer than usual. "I uh, gotta go! See you Y/N-san!" He says jogging back to his team, his face clearly red. Volleyball camp just got more interesting..

Tsukishima Kei

"Watch it" Tsukishima says, staring you down, you didn't look up as you were scared to. "S-Sorry!" You meekly said, running around him to go inside the gym. "You got the towels?" The coach asked you, "Yeah.." You said, still flustered by the tall intimidating boy. "You look like you just ran into a ghost, what happened?" The other manager laughed, "I just ran into someone on accident" you laughed it off, sitting beside her. "Y/N!" You hear your friend Bokuto yell out.

What you didn't know was a certain blonde boy was just outside the gym doors, watching the game unfold. "Why am I here?" He tsked, rolling his golden eyes. You got dragged onto the court by Bokuto as he split the team into two to get some practice. "Bring it on!" He yelled, "Bokuto-kun, it's literally middle of the night" you hushed him, "Sorry Y/N" he said, still pumped up. Yamato gives a good serve over the net, "I got it!" You yell, bumping it back to the opposite team.

"She actually hit that..?" Tsukishima said, still leaned against the doors, Akaashi sets Konoha up, he spikes the ball with you quickly moving to the position where the ball was going to hit, the spike was very strong as you counter their attack with passing it to Bokuto, he does his infamous spike and gets your team a point. You turn back, seeing the same tall boy watching you, as you two held eye contact, the both of your froze, "Hey hey Y/N, did you see that?! Oh? Are you okay?" Bokuto pokes your cheek. "I'm fine!" You yell, Bokuto smiles, "Alright then let's get back to the game!" He says, getting back to his position. But when you look back to the door, he was gone.

"I'll play again later!" You wave your hand as you run out the door, "Hey! Where are you going ACK!-" Bokuto yells before getting absolutely WHACKED by the volleyball. You see the blonde boy walking back to the dorms, with headphones on. "Hey! You bean pole!" You yell, but to no avail his music is too loud that he can't hear you. You march over to him, resulting in him halting. "What do you want shortie?" He says, bending over, "Why were you watching?" You asked, "Am I not allowed?" He smirks.

"No! But.. but-" you really didn't know why you ran after him, but your body just told you to. "What? Cat got your tongue" he remarks, "Shut up!" You yell, "Or what?" He said, standing up straight, completely towering over you. "I-I'll, you know what whatever!" You said angrily, walking back to the gym. "It was an interesting scene to watch," he suddenly said, making you stop walking. "Huh?" You turn back to him, "Are you deaf? I said it was interesting to watch, a manager was actually good at volleyball?" He said, turning his head to look at you. "Of course I am! I am Akaashi's sister after all! He taught me everything I know, I'm simply just looking for the right time to join the club" you say.

"I see," he mumbled, as he starts to walk away, "Hey! Is that all you've got to say?!" You said, your body now fully turned to him. "What? You wanted me to say 'good job!'" he asks, "N-No.. but I didn't want to hear just a I see" you said, Tsukishima sighs, "You're quite the silly kind huh? Fine, good job, you did great out there" he sarcastically said, but inside he meant it. "If you may, I'll be going back to my dorm" he said walking away. "What's your name?!" You yell out, "Tsukishima Kei" he simply said as you said yours, after that he pops his headphones back on and leaves.

"What an intriguing guy.." you tell yourself, "What are you doing out here by yourself?" Your brother suddenly pops up behind you making you scream.

Osamu Miya

"Huh weird.." He said to his twin brother, "What's up samu?" Atsumu said, following his brother's gaze. He was looking at the other team's manager, "You checkin' her out aren't ya?" He nudged Osamu's arm, "As if, it's just weird that they're letting their manager play." He said taking a sip of his water, "Are ya dumb? Their team takes managers that actually have some knowledge about volley ball" Atsumu said, sticking his tongue out at the end of his sentence.

"I know that much," Osamu rolls his eyes, wiping his sweat off his forehead, the same stoic face kept looking at you while you worked on your sets. You were setting to Oikawa, "Great toss Y/N-chan~" He said patting your head, "Alright, let's play?" Oikawa asked their coach as the whistle was blew the two teams began with Oikawa's grand serve. Akagi just barely receives it, bumping it to their setter, Atsumu. He sets it up to their ace, where spikes it but gets blocked by your blockers, making the ball bounce back to their side.

Their Libero bumps the ball back to your side, you started running up, getting ready to do a cross court shot, Yahaba sets you up, lining up perfectly into a vacant spot on their side of the court. Putting all your power in the spike, the ball flew straight into the floor, as the other Inarizaki members felt wind when the ball flew past them. They stood still for a while as you just got your team the first point.

"She's quite interesting eh?" Atsumu pats Osamu's shoulder, "Yeah, quite.." he said, getting his head back to the game, trying not to get even more distracted by you. "That's our Y/N!" Oikawa says as he high fives you.

Getting back to the game, the other team more weary and alert, as the practice match ends in Aoba Johsai's victory. "Great win guys!" You say as they give you a big team hug, you look back as you felt someone stating at you, you saw a grey haired guy, his grey eyes bore into yours. Even though you've caught him, he still didn't look away, he only did look away, was when his team called him.

"Something the matter?" Oikawa asked, slinging his arm around your shoulder, "Nah, just someone was staring at me" You smiled at him, "Someone's got a crushie on you?" He laughed, "Ugh quit it" you said playfully pushing him away. "Okay okay, I'll help you out" he said, putting his hand up to defend himself. "Who was the one that has a staring problem?" He said looking over to Inarizaki, "The grey haired guy" you said, "Oh the other twin, don't worry I'll go over there and beat him up for you" He said already marching over to the team, "Hey hey!" You said halting him, "I'm just kidding, you go over there then" Oikawa said pushing you all the way to the team, "Y.. you just n-need a little.. push!" He had trouble speaking as you were resisting.

"S-Stop Oikawa!" You tried leaving but the team was already looking at you, "Do you need anything?" A blonde muscular guy towers over you, looking quite intimidating, his twin brother standing right beside him. "N-No..?" You weakly said, Oikawa already gone from your sight, you were surely gonna give him a beating later. "I..I gotta go!" You said, as you turned someone grabbed your wrist. You quickly look back seeing his grey eyes again, "Don't go so fast, we're just getting to know each other" He said, his expression not changing. "U-Uhm, sure.." you said, relaxing your wrist.

"What's yer name cutie?" His blonde brother asked, "Y/N, L/N Y/N.." you answered, refusing to meet their eyes. "Cute name, My name's Atsumu, Atsumu Miya" he said, smiling. "Osamu, Osamu Miya" Osamu said after, "Great to meet you guys, it was a good game" you managed to say without stuttering. "Yeah it was, didn't know their manager was so good at volleyball as well," Osamu says, "Thanks, you guys were good too" then there was a silence. "Ugh! If you want her number just ask her straight up Samu!" Atsumu bursted, Osamu jabbed his side, you gaped at the two as they start arguing. "If you want my number here.." you said, taking a pen out, and taking Osamu's hand to write your digits out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy?" Atsumu laughed, "Shut up" Osamu replies, as he looks at his hand, "Thanks, hope we can get to know each other more" He says as he gives you a small smile, it was a very brief smile but you'd do anything to see it again. "I'll see you around Y/N-chan~" Atsumu waved as he left. "See you, Y/N" Osamu patted your head, leaving with Atsumu. "Oi! Did it work?!" Oikawa yelled all across the court. You angrily charge at him, as he starts running away from you, "Come back here you little shit!" You said chasing after him.

I'm deprived of Osamu gifs T^T

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~Love Lola 🦋

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crumburoo · 4 years ago

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It came in 3 unassuming moments in his life. If asked, Pro hero Ground Zero will deny the possibility of a guardian angel until his dying breath, but the 3 letters he so carefully stored away in a shoebox inside his cabinet beg to differ.

The first letter he received was way back in middle school. It came the morning their homeroom teacher was due to discuss their selection for high school choices. Katsuki woke up as usual, had breakfast with his dad and his usual screaming match with his mom. After his bath, he went upstairs to prepare for the day. There, sitting unassuming in his desk, was a letter addressed to him. A girl did give him a letter yesterday. Probably another confession letter, he thought smugly, but then he remembered that he exploded that thing yesterday, causing the girl to cry and run away from him. Curiosity now piqued, he opens the letter and on it were written the words "Don't be an ass. Don't let them tell him that he can't make it."

"The fuck!?" was Katsuki's first thought, but he was quickly taken out of it when his mom yelled for him to hurry up, otherwise he will be late. Tossing the letter inside his drawer, he quickly gets himself ready for school. "That shit can wait" he mutters to himself.

In school and to no one's surprise, Izuku raises his hand and says he plans on applying to UA as well. Immediately, his classmates start snickering and makes fun of the "quirkless wonder." Katsuki used to bully Izuku in the past, and still does on occasion, but him taunting Izuku has since lost it's appeal. He doesn't start them anymore, but when prompted, he always gives out a little insult here and there.

Izuku stammers and nearly shakes, but he doesn't back down even when his homeroom teacher tells him to select a more "realistic" school of choice. It was then that Katsuki remembered the mysterious letter he received that morning. "Don't be an ass" the words kept repeating itself in his head.

-- "atsuki, what do you think!?" One of his classmates bumps his shoulder, likely trying to get him to make fun of Izuku. Izuku, who was crying silently but hasn't made a move to concede his dream of going to U.A. Izuku, who used to be his childhood bestfriend. Izuku, who was since diagnosed quirkless and has since been the subject of ridicule at his school.

In a strange mix of pity and reluctant awe, Katsuki opened his mouth and said "Tsk, leave the loser alone. If he wants to get killed that badly, then let him apply for U.A. As if he'll get in anyway." Izuku looks at him slackjawed, but as an impromptu leader within the classroom, all of his classmates decide to drop the subject.

After school, Katsuki goes straight home and takes a nap. When dinner time came, his mom casually mentions that she and her friend, Midoriya Inko will meet tomorrow night for some spa date. Katsuki just dismisses his mom's rant, but then Mitsuki casually says " Oi brat, Izu-chan called too, says he wants to say thank you. I didn't wake you up cause I know you'll be pissy. The hell did you do?"

"I didn't do shit, old hag! He said thank you to me, why are you assuming I did something wrong!?"

"Because you're you" is his mom's retort. After dinner, Katsuki locks himself in his room and thought back on Izuku's phone call, getting a weird sense of accomplishment all the while.

The second letter came during his 2nd year as a high school student. Katsuki and Izuku both got into U.A. It was a surprise to everyone when Izuku somehow passed the entrance exam. Still quirkless, Izuku did poorly on the physical part of the exam, but aced the written part, barely scraping enough points to get into the hero support courses. Katsuki and Izuku have since developed a tentative sort of understanding regarding their "friendship." If asked, yes they knew each other, but other than that, they never sought each other out. It was a weird thing, being apathetic to the existance of your once childhood bestfriend, but Katsuki and Izuku make it work. Even though Katsuki hears Izuku's name in passing, he never seeks out the nerd.

At U.A., Izuku's penchant for anything hero-related was considered endearing and not a total nerd-alert, so much so that Izuku has grown comfortable in his own skin. Before long, he started having friends of his own. Izuku has long since accepted the fact that he has no quirk, but still wants to do work in the pro hero circuit, so he decided to enroll in the hero support program at U.A.

During their second year, Katsuki's homeroom teacher mentioned that in preparation for their future pro hero careers, they need to get acquinted with other works related to their chosen field, which means that tomorrow, they will be working with the hero support students to work on possible support items they can use.

Katsuki trudges to his room at Heights Alliance and decides to do his homework before hitting the gym. There, stuck between his math and hero history notebooks, was a letter with his name on it. Immediately remembering the note he got in middle school, Katsuki hurriedly opens the letter and reads it. It was a lot longer than the first, with notes on always being careful and not being complacent about his own goals. What caught his attention though, was the footnote. Written in red ink were the words "it's okay to be confused at times. You're still young, so you got time to figure it out."

Katsuki hurriedly calls his homeroom teacher and asks permission to leave the dorm and go home for the weekend. Aizawa doesn't see any harm in it, and quickly agrees (if only to get Katsuki off the phone).

Morning comes and Katsuki is bored out of his skull. When Aizawa-sensei faced the class and started introducing the support course students, Katsuki was casually listening but felt himself bummed when Izuku wasn't with the class. Perhaps he was doing this shit with class 2-B, Katsuki wasn't sure. "Well, I can just make fun of Deku's scrawny little ass next time", Katsuki thinks. Aizawa then starts assigning their class with their support course partners, when a mop of hair pops inside their classroom and asks if this is the 2-A class. Katsuki looks up just in time to see Aizawa use his capture weapon to shush the mumbling support course student who was spouting excuses as to why he was late. Aizawa then releases his capture weapon and loudly exclaims "and just for that, you will be assigned to my problem child. Row 4 aisle 3, you'll be working with Bakugou Katsuki."

This is it, Katsuki thought to himself. He's screwed. As Aizawa lowers his capture weapon, Katsuki is immediately assaulted by Izuku's blushing face, likely embarrased from being called out by a pro hero for his clumsiness. What he was not prepared for, was the sight of his childhood friend. No longer a scrawny kid, Izuku has hit a growth spurt and has since learned to do basic toning exercises by the looks of it. Somehow, he's also developed a sense of style cause his hair is no longer an unruly mess of green hair, but it was shaved a bit at the edges and is parted, accentuating his dimples and the freckles on his cheeks.

Izuku hesitantly walks up to him and gives him a tentative smile. "H..hi Kacchan" Izuku stammers. Katsuki was not prepared for Izuku's smile. Not wanting to show his internal freakout, Katsuki says "you got tall, but I'm still taller, nerd" and then Izuku full on laughs at him. It was then that Katsuki realized that Izuku's laugh maybe has a nice ring to it. It was literal years since he heard that laugh, and he was not assaulted with good childhood memories. Nope, not at all.

The thing was, Katsuki has since come to terms with his sexuality. Sure, he dated men and women before, but he somehow leaned more on the masculine side when choosing his dates, and he is starting to realize that his once scrawny childhood bestfriend's smile makes him feel prickly but in a good kind of way.

Katsuki was brought out of his musings when Aizawa began to drone off on what they should do for the next hour of class before zipping himself up in his sleeping bag. Izuku then picks up Aizawa's queue and starts asking Katsuki questions about his quirk. It was then that Katsuki started to notice the little things, like how Izuku's drawings and note taking have gotten more meticulous over time. How his line of questioning about the intricacies of his quirk were more profound. No longer was Izuku always rambling about how cool and powerful his quirk is, he's now able to spout information on how he thinks Katsuki's present hero costume can be altered, so that he can get rid of his bulky gauntlets while still maintaining the same level of firepower he always had. Katsuki was left with nothing, but to answer the questions thrown his way. Before he knew it, the one hour mark was up, and Aizawa-sensei was emerging from his sleeping bag on the floor.

"Uhm, thanks for not exploding me there Kacchan" Izuku rambles. Wide-eyed at how the (not) nerd looks, Katsuki just grunts and says "whatever." Izuku takes it as some sort of sign and just smiles and says "So I'll need your number so we can meet up next week." That got Katsuki's mind reeling and immediately tries to think of reasons why Izuku of all people will ask for his number. He's taken out of his internal monologue when Izuku says "Oh wait, it's probably better if I email you using your school email handle, atleast I can send you progress reports on your costume upgrades. Well, I'll talk to you next week. See ya!"

With that, Izuku and his entire class all bow their heads and Aizawa sheperds them outside the classroom, probably to talk to them for a bit.

After class ends, Katsuki decides to forgo his training and holes up in his dorm room, just staring at the anonymous letter in his grasp. He's kinda screwed. He knows, but he grins despite himself. He's looking forward to the weekend, when he can keep the second letter he received together with the first.

The third letter came that morning. Fast forward 7 years, with lots of problems, misunderstandings, and a whole lot of crying (on Izuku's part, Katsuki swears), he and Izuku have managed to repair their ruined friendship and has since learned to exist together in the same room and even work together on occasion. Katsuki graduated as one of the Big 3 at U.A. and Izuku was scouted by a support company during his third year internship, and has since been working with a reputable support item company right after graduation.

Katsuki has come to terms with the idea that yes, his longing for his childhood bestfriend was not as platonic as he used to think (I'm just making up for lost time), but rather because he may or may not have developed romantic feelings for the (not) nerd. After finding out from class 3-A that Katsuki was bi, Izuku has been smiling at him more, and has even invited him out several times, always in the guise of "Kacchan, I want to discuss some possible costume upgrades, are you free?" And if they just so happen to meet up at some chic coffee shop or a cute cake shop, then it is what it is.

7 years into their tentative "friendship", Katsuki was hit with the realization that he really likes Izuku, and wants to ask him to be his boyfriend. So last week, he casually invited Izuku to their favorite izakaya that's situated in between his hero agency and Izuku's company. After arriving at his apartment to prepare for his "not date", he notices a letter in his mailbox. Seeing the same envelope and lettering, he quickly runs inside his room and opens his cabinet. Underneath his spare boots, he takes out the shoebox containing the first 2 letters he got. All the same envelope, same handwriting, and Katsuki has yet to figure out who sends these to him. Not wanting to jinx it, Katsuki sits on his bed and opens the new letter. The only words written inside was today's date, the restaurant he was supposed to meet Izuku in, and the words "Go to the other place" in bold black letters. Katsuki snickers and calls Izuku and tells him to meet him at that restaurant that serves Katsudon instead.

Later that night, while Izuku snuggles with Katsuki on his couch, Izuku jumps up and says "Oh yeah Kacchan, I forgot to tell you, but that izakaya we were supposed to go to got attacked by a villain earlier! Good thing Red Riot and Uravity were on patrol so they got everything under control! Can we drop by tomorrow? Check things out" Katsuki just snuggles into Izuku more. "Sure nerd, whatever you want."

-- end

PS: Now if only I can work out some details as to who is Katsuki's mysterious letter sender. A Katsuki from an alternate universe? Katsuki from the future sending his past self some dating tips? I'll leave it to your imagination 💚🧡

#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #fanfic ideas

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mammonspeanut · 5 years ago

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Movie night with Mammon (Mammonx Reader fic)

It was 10:30 pm, you were eagerly awaiting Mammon as you sat in your room with a hairband in your hair, wearing sweatpants and a hoody Mammon hat purchased for you reading “Mammon’s first” in big bold letters. Earlier that day he had burst into your room demanding you’d have a movie night together.

“You, are going to have a movie night with The great Mammon one last time before..! “ he trailed off “...before what?” you asked confused knowing that he wasn’t going to disappear suddenly because not even Diavolo himself could keep you two apart. Which you knew for a fact because they had tried it more than once before and he would still stomp down your door after a few hours.”.. before... before I-I don’t know.. I just wanted it to sound dramatic.” he tried to play it off waving his hand as if it wasn’t important.

Worried you picked up your D.D.D, no message, maybe if you’d text him to see where he was, after all, he was an hour late.

- Hey Mamoney boi where art thou-

the second you pressed send Mammon bust through your door arms full of junk food and a bag full of movies. You knew by now you shouldn't be impressed anymore yet, you were still deeply impressed; about how solid the door was and the hinges and your entire room for a fact. “Hey, sweet-cheeks can ya get my D.D.D out of my back pocket someone texted me.”, he said turning around. “I already know what it says.”, you rolled your eyes “Well, if you are so smart what does it say?”, he teased. You repeated your text as you pulled out his phone and opened the message showing it to him. “Whaaaaaaaa.. H-How do ya know that? “, he shouted dropping the bags at the sight of the text “Look at who texted you, dummy.” you laughed as you watched his face blush in shame “Well...Well..”, he stuttered looking for a comeback “At least ya were missin’ The great Mammon, I mean who wouldn’t miss this face.” he said folding his hands under his chin a batting his eyelashes. Now looking at the mountain of junk food you asked: “Who is supposed to eat all of this, I’m already fat are you trying to make me even bigger?” It was true you were the furthest from an average girl but the comment seemed to have hurt Mammon more than yourself. Shocked by what you said he looked at you “Yer perfect, so soft, especially your squishy thighs.”, he swooned, realizing what he just said he quickly added “I-I mean yer okay.. I guess.. I-I don’t mind at all, I guess.” Sometimes he was just too sweet.

“Mammoooonnnnn.”, you cried holding your arms up like a child wanting to be picked up as you pouted. After literally training him like a puppy he knew exactly what it meant and jumped on you hugging you tightly forcing you to giggle as he laid on top of you. “That will cost you, ya know damn well my hugs aren’t for free.” he mumbled, teasingly you positioned your mouth next to his ear and moaned:” I’ll give you anything you want.” You knew it was mean but that meant he’d bury his face even more into your shoulder so you couldn’t see how red he was getting as he incoherently mumbled something into your neck. You noticed, that he was wearing a different aftershave, one that you knew was only available in the human world. Did he?

After setting everything up and Mammon changing into sweatpants he stood in the middle of the room “Phones?”, he asked “Off! DOOR?! ” you replied ecstatically “Locked!”, he replied while shaking the door handle “Lights?!”, he yelled “OFF!”, you yelled back as he flipped the switches “Movies, Movies, Movies.”, both of you chanted as he made his way to your bed and sat on the other side. It didn’t take long for Mammon to wander from his place over to where you were and after the second movie, his head was on your lap as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. Looking down you felt your heart warm, his soft white hair was all messy by now as you had been playing with his for a while so you carefully began to untangle this mess you had made. Watching him closely you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows would furrow when something happened in the movie or the way the corners of his mouth would curl upward when your fingers would touch an especially ticklish place sometimes licking over his pinkish full lips. You’d notice the way he’d clench and unclench his jaw when scenes got exciting and the way his eyes would widen when something unexpected would happen. You slowly let your fingertips glide over his freshly shaven face the softness reminding you of a delicate flower, his eyes slowly closed as you caressed his face enjoying how gentle you were with him. Even illuminated by the artificial light you couldn’t do anything but be in awe of his beautiful tan skin with warm golden undertones, which went wonderfully with the golden jewelry he loved to wear, and his ice-blue to deep yellow gradient eyes with which he pierced you at times, robbing you from the air you breathed. You remember the first time meeting him, the excitement in seeing someone else with the same skin tone and the way his face lit up as he noticed how similar your skin was to his.

“Do you even like this?”, you asked “What?” he replied watching the movie as you looked down to him “Me running my fingers through your hair and scratching your head. “ even in the light of your laptop, you could see him suddenly turn red “Well... I..” he trailed off as he mumbled something you couldn’t understand “Since you don’t like it I guess I have to stop.” you teased as you put your hand onto his shoulder “No.”, he replied grumpily as he took your hand and put it back onto his head. “Keep doing that.”, he said more begging than anything else. Suddenly he turned so he was laying on his back and looking at you, without looking down you began to smile “What’s wrong?” “Uhm.. Can I stay over tonight? Not that I need yer permission I’d do it anyways but ya know. I wanna give the human a chance to say som’in’. “, he asked while taking your hand and holding it against his cheek. “Well, if you are asking like that....”, you softly began and smiled

“No.” “Excuse me what?”, he jumped up yelling “I-I’m still stayin’ you can’t kick me out the door is locked!” “Give me one good reason why you topless nerd should stay in my room.”, you teased “Well..”, he began looking around and then spotting the monster on your laptop.”I don’t want to be the reason ya can’t sleep after seein’ all these monsters and since yer one scared human I will show mercy and bless ya with the great Mammmon’s presence so ya can feel safe.” he proudly explained as you tried not to burst out laughing “No, laughing at the great Mammon!”, he laughed as he jumped on you though you aren’t really ticklish you acted as if him tickling you is actually doing something. The fun was cut short when you accidentally swung your head back a bit too hard and hit it against the wall shocking Mammon.

“Oh no, did ya hurt yourself.”, he asks concerned “It’s okay it’s my own fault.” you said rubbing the back of your head until you felt his hand touch the spot “I’m so sorry. I didn’t.. I”, he tried to apologize. Trying to lighten the moment you laugh it off “It wasn't your fault, you know I always hurt myself.” you explain “Maybe it is time for us to sleep.”, you quickly add after looking up at him for a minute too long while as he softly rubbed the back of your head “Yer know it's gonna leave a huge bump. Ya humans are so delicate.”, he said, concern swinging in his voice. “Well at least my GIGANTIC brain has more place now.”, you joke as he shakes his head at the comment.

After finally laying down and turning on some music, lowering the sound to barely audible, Mammon continued to ask if you were really okay and if it was his fault. Rolling over you lay your head onto his chest, “If you are so worried you can rub my bump and wish for something.”, you whisper. As he softly rubs the back of your head you gently make circles on his bare chest, listening to his heart thumping slowly. ”So what did you wish for?”. you whisper once again, his heart suddenly speeding up “N-Nothin.” “Liar!” you call out pinching him in his ribs. “Okay okay, no need to be so mean to me.” he fake cries making you laugh “So ya want to know what ya boi Mammon wished for.”, he repeated. You can feel him sit up in the dark right before he softly cups your face and pulls you closer, the heat radiating from his face as well as his warm breath on your lips make you slightly shiver in anticipation. He hesitates for a second, possibly rethinking what he is about to do. Suddenly he leans in pressing his lips against yours. His fingers clumsily finding their way over your skin to the nape of your neck, pulling you in even more. You let your fingers slowly stumble over his bare chest until you reach his jawline, your tongues play with each other almost as if they were dancing, each twirl a silent confession of love.

His strong hands holding you firmly yet ever so gentle as to not to break something fragile he had just won. You can feel the rush of adrenalin from him pour over to you, forcing your heart to beat even faster, threatening to burst out of your chest into his hands. He breaks away for not more than a second only to have your lips crash against each other once more, continuing this exchange of raw emotions. The world has disappeared around the both of you and time is nothing more than a concept as you continue kissing each other. As the initial rush slowly dies down you breathlessly break away from each other. Almost missing it you hear him barely audible whisper: “I love you.” “I love you too.”, you whisper back afraid that anything louder could bring misfortune over the both of you.

“Well I guess yer bump really has magical powers ‘cuz I wished that you’d tell me that ya love me too.” he chuckled right before you softly hit him in the dark. As both of you lay back down he wraps his arms tightly around you and kisses your shoulder. “I’m so lucky.” you awe at his comment since it sounded simply too sweet. “No, I mean I’m so lucky that I didn’t eat anything weird before kissin’ ya.” after a moment of silence you both burst out laughing.

#obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon avatar of greed #obey me #my fiction #obey me fanfic

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tortorou · 4 years ago

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If you could stand one night

Tw// Drowning, concussion, blood, Ximena being a bastard. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy.

After some fervent, carefully worded persuading, Elaina had convinced Ximena to bandage up the man's head. It would be troublesome, after all, if he fell into some sort of coma before she'd had any chance to make use of him. Ximena would admit, Elaina was a crafty thing. It was why she liked her, to take something so crafty and make it feel dumb. There was an accomplished feeling in it.

So Ximena rounded her way down the grim hallway, where shuffles and scrapes and muttering voices could be heard behind thick doors. Sometimes screaming, although the screaming was muffled enough not to cause her much issue. Emery's door was near the end of the hall, and Ximena busied herself along the walk by flicking through his wallet. It had fallen into the trunk of her car, likely amongst the tussle, not that she could bother herself in remembering. Emery Dalton, aged twenty-nine, just two years older than herself. An organ donor as well... at least he'd be useful to someone once she was done with him.

She poked his I.D. back into its little slot in the wallet as she reached the door. Elaina had left the light on for him and she sighed. She'd have to fix that...

The door creaked open, and she spotted him still lying against the floor, looking like he'd fallen in and out of consciousness, smudged red stains trailing along beneath his head. It seemed he'd been squirming about, trying to get up or get out. The poor thing had barely even reached the door. Maybe she'd been a bit rougher than she thought...

"Hey, baby," she grinned, watching his head bob, looking up at her and squinting against the bright light above him, reaching out like she might be an angel cast in the fluorescence of the room.

"He...l... help..." he wheezed, struggling to try and sit himself up, fingers scraping uselessly along the ground as he lumbered up a few inches and then dropped right back into place on his elbows.

"Shh shh shh..." she soothed, kneeling to cup his cheek in one hand, making him look at her as she peered into his eyes. One pupil was bigger than the other... it seemed like he did, indeed, have a concussion, "Oh, poor baby," she smoothed back his sweat-soaked hair, "Don't worry, I'll help you. Put your arm abouts my shoulder, would ya'?" she instructed, helping him along as he barely moved, limp as a boiled noodle as she draped his long, scrawny arms around her shoulder, "That's it, baby, just like that," she rose, struggling a bit beneath his weight, finding her balance before helping to lug him off down the hallway and into the main entrance of the lavish basement. Elaina stood in the middle of the room, hands crossed neatly over her skirt, eyes partially aimed towards the ground, right where Ximena had left her. Right, she'd say to 'stay-put', she forgot just how literally Elaina had come to take her word.

Ximena certainly wasn't complaining.

The pale girl perked up once Ximena entered, going back to that eager look of waiting, knowing she'd be asked to do something or other. Well, may as well give the girl what she wanted.

"Come take him for me, will you?" Ximena asked, wobbling him about to emphasize, smiling a bit at the way he so limply complied.

Elaina came forward, though there was a distant fear in her arms, afraid to drop him, "Uhm... How, how should I...?" she hovered about like a confused bumblebee over wax flowers.

"Just take him, doll, it's no science," she practically tossed him onto her and her knees buckled under the weight, letting out a high pitched yelp as she collapsed to the floor with him, pinned beneath his weight.

"Don't go damaging him any more than he is, Lai," Ximena scolded, hands on her hips as she peered down at Elaina.

"Sorry! I'm s-sorry, I'll, I'll get him, I'm sorry...!" she softly rambled her panicked apology, scrambling to get out from beneath him, trying not to seem too pained as she twisted herself oddly to get up quicker, trying to pick him back up.

By some miracle, she managed to drape him over her back, hardly standing so much as squatting when she finally got to her feet with him, clearly shaking under the weight, "Sorry..." she said once more, barely a whisper, strained as she tried to focus on holding him up.

"Come on, then" Ximena continued to hurry her along, making her way towards an opposite hallway, not bothering to slow her pace.

"Uhm..." Elaina staggered forward, "Where... Uhm, which, which room are we...?"

"Bathroom, Lai, you see how dirty he is," Ximena replied in a tone that made Elaina feel rather silly for asking, just as much as it made her wide eyes go wider at the prospect of walking all that way.

"That's... Uhm, I, I don't know if I ca- can, uh..." she stopped when Ximena glanced back at her, the subtleties of her expression making Elaina's blood run cold, "Never- nevermind..." she corrected herself quietly.

~~~

They reached the bathroom, Elaina feeling like her slim legs may just break, almost numb from forcing herself from falling again and fighting against the burning in her calves. She felt her heart jump a bit once they were done, in a good way, setting him down as gently as she good with a rather proud look in her eye, "I did it...!" she whispered to herself, having so truly thought that she wouldn't manage, that she'd sooner pass out than manage to carry this large man. It may not seem the biggest task, but for her, as weak and small as she was, so used to failing, she felt uncharacteristically happy.

"Would you like a gold star?" Ximena mocked as she knelt to run the bathwater, and just as soon as Elaina's emotions had soared, they came crashing back down just as roughly.

Elaina fell silent, expression falling as she bowed her head and folded her hands again, an empty pit forming in her stomach.

Ximena tested the water, turning to Elaina and chuckling at her expression, "I'm kidding, doll," she laughed, standing up to pull her into a loose hug, Elaina feeling her wet hands at her back, "Good work."

The new praise rose her spirits a bit, but they'd already been quite thoroughly shattered, "Thank you..."

"Now help me lean this babe against the side, we need to wash that bloodied scalp of his," Ximena was quick to move on, and Elaina followed her lead in propping Emery against the tub. He was still conscious, Elaina noticed, though it didn't seem like that was saying much. The two of them washed him, or more accurately, Elaina washed him while Ximena enjoyed the sight of watered-down bloodstains against Elaina's pale skin, somehow speckling along her bleach white hair and flecked over the ends of her short sleeves. Elaina worked gently to pull small bits of gravel from the gash in the man's head, brow furrowed with sympathy now that she could get a better look at the wound, the way it still bled and didn't seem to want to stop, head bent back over the edge, the ends of his hair kissing the surface of the water, trailing the blood down with it like some morbid water park.

"What should we name him?" Ximena mused, quite sure he wasn't paying enough attention to hear anything more than running water in his ears.

"Uhm..." Elaina thought carefully as she carded through his hair, cupping up water in her small hands to better wet it. She thought of one answer, but it was an awfully bad one and could get her in a lot of trouble. Even still... she wanted to help him keep his real name, "What, what about... Em-Emery?" she glanced at Ximena, the back to the water, only catching a brief look of her face, unable to tell if there was anything different in her expression. Her heart pounded in her ears and the room stilled and froze around her, cheeks prickling with terrified anticipation, and when Ximena reached forward Elaina flinched, only to melt when she realized Ximena was just brushing some hair back that had begun to dangle in the bathwater.

Now, Elaina turned to properly look at her. She was smiling, so Elaina smiled back, "... So you did talk to him," Ximena finally replied, and what little color was left in Elaina's face drained away entirely.

"Wai-!" before she could finish, Ximena had her face shoved beneath the water, holding her there as she struggled weakly against Ximena's grip on her hair, flailing, splashing bloody water across the floors, staining them pink, her white dress soaked in the same color. Her scream muffled and bubbled up about the water, turning to something more waterlogged before the girl struggled harder.

The promptly began to go still, shivering instead of flailing, small bubbles rising before they stopped.

Beneath, Elaina tasted the stale water and the faint metallic taste of blood, water running up her nose, down her lungs, burning her eyes, her throat, her chest, everywhere. She felt her chest tighten as the water went to fill it, that was when her struggling got worse, when she couldn't breathe any longer, and when the burning seemed to spread along with the buzz down her fingertips, and she'd run out of air to exhale, her head felt full of cotton and she slowly stilled, knowing she wouldn't be let up if she struggled, not knowing if she would be let up at all.

And finally, just when her vision was beginning to go dark and her lungs felt empty and full all at once, she was yanked back up from the water and tossed across the floor, where she struggled in the puddle of her own flailed water and choked up the red-stained bathwater that had so blocked her from breathing, eyes bugging and blinking out the stinging water in them as she tried to hold herself up and slipped, hitting her elbow rough against the tile and watching as a new, brighter little puddle of red began to blend with the rest. She collapsed there, blurred vision looking towards Ximena, who was finishing in cleaning Emery up as if nothing had happened at all, twirling his damp hair around her finger with a smile.

"I think I'll call you Micah," she sang, and with that, Elaina blacked out.

#ximena #whumplr #whump scenario #whump drabble #whumpee #whump tropes #whump #whump community #whumper

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ryncorrect · 6 years ago

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university!au: day6 young k

hello this is my first attempt of writing scenario or imagine or whatever you want to call it bshsnsnsbd and yes it should be young k bc i love him so much

actually i wasn’t sure if i should do college or university but because here in my country we don’t really have colleges (i think???) idk how they work so i’ll just go with university lol i hope this isn’t too bad ok lezgedit

WARNING: THIS IS LONGER THAN I WANTED IT TO BE IM SORRY SHSJDNDJDB

name: kang younghyun

major: business administration

other activities: bassist and vocalist of university band, part of faculty’s basketball team, vice president of music club, member of creative writing club

let’s be real kang younghyun will definitely be that Popular Student™ even though he’s not trying to be one

it’s just that he’s been and always will be a social butterfly

he can be easily found everywhere

sport events? he’s in

festivals? he’s performing with the band

speech competitions? count him in

seminars and all those stuffs? there he is

he enjoys being actively involved in a lot of things and everyone loves his enthusiasm

also he’s hot so there’s that

trust me he’s the embodiment of attractiveness i mean h a v e you seen him—

and despite of all his activities, he still manages to get decent good grades

of course there are days when he’s so exhausted from all the work it seems like he’s gonna pass out anytime but even then he still looks like he just showered under the fountain of youth

how is this possible

ngl half of the students have crush on him

the other half either haven’t realized it yet or just in denial

you’re the in denial part

i’m lame as fuck

you’ve heard a lot about this younghyun guy and you’ve even watched him performing once last summer

but,,,,,,, what’s the big deal

yes you admit he’s kinda cute

and kinda hot as well

too hot holy frick those thighs—

he sings well

also smart and hardworking

he’s fluent in english because he attended high school in canada

it must be nice being his friend ugh

but you’re too shy to approach him and you don’t think it’ll be worth the effort anyway

most of popular boys are so full of themselves and younghyun is probably no different, so you leave it as that

gotta save yourself the heartbreak oops bye

anyway whatever major you’re in, the first time you actually meet younghyun is in the writing club

there’s nothing wrong with being both a business major and a member of creative writing club, really

but honestly you don’t know why younghyun joined when all he does is literally nothing

he doesn’t show a lot of interest in shakespeare or stephen king or anything

he doesn’t even seem to like reading either

he’s just kinda

be there

everyone welcomes him anyway so whatever

and after some time you see that he’s actually really friendly and kind

needs help to translate anything from or to english? he’s always ready

wants to discuss some business issues and marketing strategies for your paper? he’s all ears

sometimes he cracks a joke at serious time which makes everyone laughs in the middle of book discussion

dork

you laugh along anyway although his jokes are somewhat lame

just like this au

oh right have i mentioned his voice

that deep, smooth, sexy voice? yeah

no you don’t like him no you don’t no you—

however you and him barely interact because you’re not really good at chit-chat or small talks

if you’re an extrovert who likes chit chat then sorry my bad

the conversation you two usually have is like

“hey what’s up” “how was your day?” “the weather is nice today” “did you have lunch yet?” “see ya”

until one day you accidentally get a look of his notebook (in your defense, he kinda dozes off so you just want to check if he’s actually sleeping and the notebook just happened to be there, opened)

he’s?? writing a poem?????

“uhm no, it’s lyrics from my song…”

hE??? WRITES HIS OWN SONG????? AND IT LOOKS LIKE A LEGIT POEM?????

you’re amazed

yes we’re that easy

“is that why you joined this club? to help you writing lyrics?”

he nods and smiles sheepishly

soul: sold

uwu: spilled

so yeah from there you two start to talk a lot more

surprisingly you two have similar taste of music thanks god

he tells you that he’s into composing these days and he wants to perform his own songs in front of people one day

you recommend some books that you hope can help

he admits that he never finishes any books you lend him because he ends up falling asleep but okay we know boi is busy af

you and him spend time together outside the club either watching movies, books or CDs hunting, or just hanging out for coffee

sometimes you ask him to sing you a song because whenever he plays guitar he’s like all focused and his fingers move so prettily and honestly we you will Die™ for his singing voice okay he’s really that good if you disagree you’re an alien

he says you have to pay for it

don’t worry he knows we university students are broke he just wants jjajangmyeon

he eats five portions of it and has stomachache later what a loser

you cry hard watching sad movies and are embarrassed, also your face is swollen oml

“it’s okay, you still look cute”

you outside: shut up younghyun

you inside: SJNSHNAHDNSKNAYD

him calling you cute whenever there’s a chance and you dying

HIS. FUCKIN. SMILE. DAMMIT MY HEART

him spamming you selcas he takes in class secretly, in the bathroom (im not talking about dick pics dw), and in the band practice room

“my phone lags younghyun pls stop”

*he sends 27 more*

“okay who’s that behind you?”

“huh? it’s jae”

“wow he’s,,,, really cute. say hello to him for me”

he ignores your reply and resends the selca after he cuts jae off it

“how about now? does he look cute?”

...really younghyun

at this point no one ever says “just date already” because everyone thinks you two already are

but you aren’t dating

just being younghyun’s friend is enough for you

really

or perhaps it isn’t but apparently tumblr has 100 blocks limit on phone so i can’t write more than this ahsjsnhansjsnnsh

oooookay that’s all I have im sorry for the shitty content i just love day6 and i barely find anything about them here so i just,,,, want to contribute,,,,,, excuse my mistakes and grammar errors as im still learning english lol and if you happen to read this until here,,, kindly leave me some words maybe? oK BYExzcx

#day6 #young k #kang younghyun #brian kang #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #what else should i tag this #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #idk bye

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2 - The Rogue and The Bard

“Okay, so…You really go play board games with 12 year olds?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow, not believing what I was saying. “Yes. Dungeons and Dragons, it’s called.” I tried to explain to him. “And you’re…Uh…Part of their ‘Party’ ?” he continued, looking at me in disbelief. “Yes. Mike is the Paladin, Will is the Cleric, Lucas is the Ranger, Dustin is the Bard and El is the Mage.” I smiled, looking at him as he drove us to school. “And what are you, babe? The charmer of the group? The Fox?” he chuckled, looking at me. “There’s no Foxes in DnD, you, idiot.” Max grumbled from the backseat. “I’m the Rogue…A Tiefling Rogue. That’s why they called me Fox. Rogues are sneaky and sly.” I grinned at him and continued.“I think you’d make a fine Bard. You have charisma, dexterity and strength.” I try to hype him up, but he only smirked at me with a confused look. “Uhm…You can go around and smack people in the head with a lute.” I grin at him, making him slowly start smiling at how weird it sounded, then chuckled. “I’ll buy a lute just for that.” he let out an amused breath before looking back at the road. “Why did they let you in the Party and not me?” the poor redhead pouted. “Would you want me to talk to them? You see, some of them may have some…Issues, but it’s nothing personal. El, our Mage…She disappeared just a few ago and we kinda miss her. I guess they may be reluctant to have anyone else join us because they miss her.” I told her in a soft voice. “Why couldn’t they tell me that in the first place?!” she leaned frontwards, between mine and Billy’s seats, looking at me. “Well…To put it simple, Max…It’s a problem among all ages. We lack one fundamental skill that could solve more than 80% of our problems and that is, drum roll…Communication.” I say dramatically, making her giggle confused. “What do you mean by that? We all talk so much, don’t we?” she asked again, very curious. “Yes, but that’s different. When you talk, you can either hear, just like you do with any noise, or listen, which you only do when you actually use your brain. Thing is, Max…Most of us don’t know how to Communicate. Your problem with the Idiot Party could have been solved very easily if only they were up for communication, but they’re a bunch of silly nerds. Really. Many people pretend to listen, but they don’t and you realise that only when they get busted.” turning to look at her, I smile and pat her head. “I’d say don’t take it personally, they’re just boys, they’re stupid…But I can talk to them. Believe me or not, I know how to make them listen.” “Whoa, really? You can do that?” she gleamed and practically radiated joy. “That’s why they call me Fox, remember~?” I wink at her with a chuckle, before realising we’ve already arrived. “I say, the way things are, my sister’s gonna charm you before I do.” he scoffed, seeing Max skateboard to her classes. “Awww, come on, Billy, don’t be like that. She’s a real sweetheart. I like her around me, just like I like you.” I nudge him slightly, despite not even budging him. “Besides, it’s nice to finally have proper conversations, y'know?” I shrug a bit, looking away. “Say, babe, wanna see me at practice today? You can cheer for me as I beat the shit out of that Pussy Harrington.” he boasted, putting an arm around my shoulder. “I…Hope not literally, but at the game.” I chuckled nervously, looking up at him slightly. “Fine, fine, whatever you want.” Billy raised his arms in defeat in a joking manner. “Billy! That was mean!” I grinned, trying to stifle my laugh. “Now, there, toots, is where you are wrong and you don’t even believe yourself. I heard your sweet giggle.” he poked my cheek, making me blush slightly and look down. “What time?” I asked, sighing, hoping that nothing will interfere. “First class after lunch.” he flashed a charming smile my way. “I guess that can work. Sure, I’ll be there. But, uhm…Apart from the fact that you gotta score…I know literally nothing about Basketball.” I confessed awkwardly. “Well, you got the gist of it. Leave the rest to me.” he winked, putting his shades on his head. “Project, after?” “If you want to, sure!” I smiled

With that, I went on with my daily at classes, and gotta say, time flew by pretty fast, and before I knew it, lunch began and I went outside to eat, just as I always do, listening to music on my cassette iPod. An hour went by fast and I had to go see Billy’s practice match, his team against Steve’s, and for once, I was a tiiiiny bit intrigued by sports. I enter the P.E. room shyly, seeing how everyone was busy doing the warming up, and I sit on the bleachers, opening my book and reading “The Lord Of The Rings”, my absolute favourite fantasy book, before the match began.

“Hey, Black, this place is for sweating, not reading! Give that here!” a voice yelled in my ear, making me yelp, before they took the book from my hands. “Give me my book back, please!” I stand up quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. “Why are you here? This is hardly a proper place for you.” Steve scoffed, looking at the book. “Psh, what’s this rubbish? You’re really reading this? Nerd.” he rolled his eyes, holding the book above his head, barely out of my reach. “If you want it back that badly, reach up!” he continued, laughing. “Come on, please, give it back! I didn’t come here for trouble, I just wanted to cheer for a friend!” I tried to say, trying to reach my book. “Friend? You? Of all people? Don’t be kidding.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Hey, lookie here, King Harrington! Too afraid to face me and you prefer harassing a girl? You’re such a pussy.” Billy’s voice echoed from behind Steve, as he easily got the book from his hand. “Why don’t cha come on the field and fight someone your size?” he smirked, getting in his face. “I won’t let you win, Hargrove.” Steve sneered, annoyed, before bumping his shoulder into Billy’s and going to field to his team. “So, you came to cheer on me. Guess now I can’t lose, huh?” he smirked, flexing a bit as he took off his shirt. “Be careful out there. If you flex and show off too much, you might forget you’re playing and not trying to find your next hook up.” I smirked slightly, gingerly taking my book from his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate you standing up for me…Again.” I smiled softly, rubbing his arm a bit, as a way to both say Good Luck and Thank you. “Who needs a hook up when I have to charm the pants off of ya?” he got closer to my face, in a teasing manner. “Go fuck them up…Babe.” I whisper lowly in his ear, as the smirk never left my face, and yet, I back down and looked away slightly. “Great, now I’m turned on and it’s entirely your fault.” he shook his head, biting his lip as he jogged to court, ready to start the game.

The game soon started, and while I have to admit I had no idea what was going on, I would cheer every time Billy would score. I think that’s what I’m supposed to do, right?

The whistle blew and Harrington had the ball, dribbling left and right, until Billy came in front of him, looking intimidating as ever, and they seemed to be…Talking? Do people talk during games? They would bump into each other a lot, before Billy somehow threw him to the ground and got the ball, showing off again as he marked yet another point for his team, then turning to wink my way as he saw I was clapping.

What a jerk.

The whistle blew again, one of the shirtless guys was dribbling the ball and Steve was blocking him, but, of course, since he’s the best player in our year, Billy managed to easily secure the ball and dribbled it away from Steve, but then stopped and started taunting Harrington.

“King Steve! King Steve, everyone! I like it, play it tough today.” he got closer to his face, annoying Steve. “Jesus! Do you ever stop talking?! Come on!” Steve tried to make Billy shut up, but to no avail. “What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I am here? Huh?” Billy laughed as easy going as usual, then dribbled and pushed past Steve and stop ANOTHER point.

This time, instead of looking at me, he went to Steve, offered to help him get up, but told him something in a very intimidating voice and let him fall to the ground again, before coming in front of me, putting his arms on his hips, smirking cockily and panting.

“Liked the show, babe?” he asked, his chin up. “I have no idea what I watched, but hey, I think you won, right? Congrats! It looked like you did all the job, so I guess I know why the teacher likes you.” I clapped my hands in front of my chest, praising him. “Look at her being so cute. Didn’t I tell ya you were melting my heart? Come 'ere, gimme a hug!” he approached me, but I yelped, giggled a bit before stepping back. “No, no, no. Go take a shower first, then I’ll hug you, okay?” I put my hands up to signal him to stop moving, but he only chuckled. “One of these days, I won’t be the only one sweating, babe.” he teased in a low voice, making me blink and tilt my head in confusion. “I…I don’t do sports, Billy, what do you mean?” I smile at him. “You…You didn’t get that, did you?” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Uh…No, sorry.” I grin awkwardly. “Never mind. Wait for me by the car, will ya? Unless you wanna join me in the shower.” he winked, giving me a charming look. “Okay, I’ll wait you outside. See ya!” I said cheerfully, walking to his Camaro.

However, before I reached the car, I saw Max and Lucas arguing and I ran to them, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, guys! What brings you here?” I asked, trying to calm down the waters a bit. “Lucas, here, and the rest of his stupid party, don’t understand anything! They act like they want me to be their friend, but then they treat me like garbage!” she yells at him, annoyed. “That’s not true!” Lucas tried to defend himself, but Max refuted with a simple “Yes it is!” “Is this about the AV club meetings?” I went between them, looking left and right. “Yes! They can’t stop keeping secrets from me and it’s so annoying! We’re not in 2nd grade anymore!” she shouted, very angry, making me sigh. “Okay, kids, calm down. First of all, Lucas, I really need to talk to you guys about this. Max deserves to be in the party too, okay? She’d be a great addition. Secondly…Is this about…About Will?” I ask the second question a bit quieter. “Yes, yes it is! Don’t get me wrong, I want Max in our party, but we’re 6 in our party, not only me, and I can’t decide by myself! You, me and Dustin want her, but Will is barely around anymore and Mike declines every time, because of El!” he raised his voice at me, making me smile in annoyance and sign for him to calm down. “Okay, kids, okay, I understand your problems and while I do think Max should be in our party, I think we should talk, the 6 of us…Like, have a REAL talk, because things have gone out of control these days and I wasn’t able to stay in contact with you too much because of school stuff, as you know. Now…Uhm…You should have told me Will wasn’t okay. El is not the only one like that, if you remember. I will tell Max everything that happened to us so none of you will be able to complain again.” I said sternly, looking at Lucas, who widened his eyes. “Wait, why would you do that?! We’re supposed to keep it a secret from everyone! We’re already 6 people and Will’s mum who know these things! You know how words spread! It’s a small town!” he tried to protest, worried, but I only shook my head. “I trust Max with my life and I vouch for her. She won’t spread our secrets, I’m sure of that. She just wants to be your friend, morons. Oh, Max, your brother is here. Let’s go home, shall we?” I asked her softly, leading her to the car. “Sure. Oh, and, you still stink!” she shouted past he shoulder, letting him panic there all alone. “Boys can be real jerks, huh?” I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Don’t worry, I will show you something you’ll never forget.” “Yes, please~!” she grinned up at me until we got in front of Billy, who looked pretty annoyed. “Hey, King Billy, how are you feeling after such a glorious win? I mean, I think it was glorious, considering how relaxed you were every time you showed off so shamelessly.” I teased him, motioning to Max to get in the car. “With you cheering for me oh so pretty, what was I supposed to do?” he asked, flexing a bit. “Mind if I come over? Or are your parents home? Max asked me to chat and do some girl stuff. Is that okay with you? If not, she can come over at mine?” I smiled at him sweetly. “Awe, come on, toots, stop smiling at me like that, y'know I can’t refuse you. They ain’t home yet, you can come over. But don’t think the little twerp can have you all for herself all day.” he winked in approval, which made me hug him tightly. “Thanks, Billy! You’re the best!” I say, kissing his knuckles before rushing to the passenger’s seat. “Whoa, babe, what was that? Shouldn’t I have been the one to do that?” he asked slowly as he got in his seat, looking at me a bit weirdly. “Does it matter? I think it’s sweet no matter who does it. It was my way of thanking you.” I give him a soft smile as I lean back on my seat, closing my eyes. “Hmm…Hey, toots, can ya hold somethin’ for me?” he asked as he started the car and left the parking lot. “Of course.” I replied absent-minded.

Without realising, something warm softly lifted my hand a bit, and as I opened my eyes, I see Billy’s hand pressed to mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. He wasn’t looking at me, instead, his eyes were fixed on the road, an almost invisible blush gracing his sun-kissed cheeks, making me smile at him. I was debating whether or not I should say something or not, but I settled for just squeezing his hand a bit and turning the music volume a tad higher, which made him grin.

We sang the lyrics to the songs, which made the ride home pretty fast, like usual. When we got out of the car, Max went to my side and dragged me inside, making me chuckle at her eagerness. We both sat on her bed and she looked at me with such curious eyes that she made me want to hug her constantly.

“So, uhm…This is all gonna sound very crazy. It’s gonna be SO crazy that you will think I’m lying, but honestly, out of all those idiots, I’m the person you’ll believe and I’ll show you why, at the end.” I began, smirking a bit at her reactions. “The secret the guys hide is…Like a real life DnD campaign. With the Demogorgon and all that. I know, I know, bullshit, huh? Well, I can’t show you one YET, but by the time I grind some sense into those idiots…Well, I mean, hopefully you WON’T get to see any monster, they are super scary, but like…Basically, there’s this monster that kidnapped Will and got him in other world and uh…We found his body, but this one is the real one, and uhm…Well, we managed to get rid of the monster…I and El, more like, and the way I saw Lucas today, I think something’s happened to Will. Bad enough that maybe the monster managed to find another way here.” I took a deep breath after ranting all that out, making the girl look at me like I just said the Earth was flat. “Okay, okay…So then…Let’s say I believe you. You have no reason to lie, unless you’re schizophrenic or something. First of all, who is this El? And secondly, how did you stop the monsters?” she asked skeptically, but wanting to be proven wrong. “Well…El…El is short for Eleven. She was an experiment who managed to escape and we found her.” I explained to her with a big smile. “You expect me to believe that?” her incredulous look only made me chuckle at her. “Do you know what my real name is…Well, was, actually?” my smile turned into a smirk as soon as she shook her head. “My name was Three. Do you wanna know why?” again, her vigorous nod made me continue my story, as I pulled up my Tshirt sleeve, revealing the “3” tattoo. “Because I, too, was an experiment who managed to escape…That was 5 years ago.” I explained with a chuckle, seeing her mouth agape as she gingerly touched the tattoo. “Whoaa…And what did they do to you?” she asked again, looking as she was going to jump up and down from excitement. “What they did to me…Well, a lot of things. But that’s not the right question, Max. Y'know what the right question is~?” I teased her, before continuing. “What resulted after what they did to me~!” I smirked at her. “What happened? Did you get super powers or something?!” she screamed before I shushed her. “Do you see that notebook on the desk? Well…” I chuckled lowly before I made the notebook come into my hand. “It’s not there anymore, now, is it?” I winked at her when she started cheering and jumping on me. “OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO COOL! DO THAT AGAIN! DO THAT AGAIN!!” she yelled excitedly, making me open her wardrobe’s door, before slamming it back and then opening the window, making her literally jump and clap at me. “THAT’S SO COOL!! WHO NEEDS WONDER WOMAN, WHEN WE HAVE YOU?! Imagine that! America’s Hero, Katrina Black, otherwise known as The Fox! Oh, look at her, she’s saving the day again! Whoooo!” she made a superhero pose, but I told her to stop in her tracks for a second. “I haven’t really used my powers in a very long time because…Well…It’s not really something you’d want to go out in the open with some people. But…Uhmm…Let me try to make you fly, or, uhm, well, float. Want that?” I asked shifting in a better position so I won’t screw up or anything. “You. Can. Do. That?!” she jaw-dropped, making me blush a bit. “Well…Kinda? Like…Just like how I managed to get the notebook, I can move you in the air. But it’s more difficult so it takes a bit of a strain, so if my eye or nose start to bleed, don’t worry, it’s normal, okay?” I assured her.

Taking a deep breath, I extend my arm towards her and focus, making her slowly raise into the air, moving her left and right as she giggled and pretended to be a superhero or that she was swimming. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, but I had to put her down before a headache would hit me and I could lose focus and drop her.

“Sorry I got you down, I was afraid I might drop you. I can do that again a bit later, if you want.” I cleared my throat, before ruffling her hair. “Is there anything else you want to hear? I should go to your brother and ask him if he’s up for some tutoring. I mean…I was supposed to give him a test yesterday, but I couldn’t come over yesterday, so I told him tomorrow…But I said that not realising tomorrow is Friday and he has a Basketball match, so that’s out of the question.” I scratch awkwardly at my neck. “Say…Do you like my brother? He’s more tolerable to be around since you appeared and…When you’re with us, he’s weirdly nice. Like…I would have never expected him to hold a girl’s hand like that. He’s such a man whore and he’s so violent! …But I guess I kinda get him, in a way. His dad is really…Really…A huge asshole.” she murmurs the last part before flinging herself down on her bad. “Do you…Want to talk about it?” I lean on my arm, petting her hair softly. “If you want to listen…Yeah. Maybe this way you’ll understand Billy better. Who knows, maybe you can tame him or something, I dunno.” she sighed, burying her face in her pillow. “You know…Billy has saved me from bullying twice since you came. And he’s been very sweet with me so far. I…I know he whores around a lot and he’s very violent…And gosh darn it, he flirts with me more than he breathes, I think…But I really appreciated that he didn’t beat up a guy when I asked him to. He had him by the throat, and I begged him not to punch him…And he didn’t.” I confess, putting my head on the pillow next to her. “Woaw…Sure that was my brother?” she chuckled, turning on her side. “Haha, yeah, I promise, it was him.” I grinned softly. “So…So, I don’t really know everything, okay? But…But Billy is afraid of Neil. He’s always screaming very aggressively at Billy and it can’t be a recent thing. And I think he sometimes hits him too. He can’t accept my mum as his mum, which I can understand, but he hasn’t had someone in his life who has been as nice as you are since his mother left him.” she explained, smiling sadly. “Well…To be fair, I was expecting something like that. Childhood trauma usually manifests in two ways…Either like me, or like him. But…But I think…Maybe I can somehow handle this.” I brought her into a hug, which she reciprocated. “He’s been a part of my life all this time and I don’t know him as something more than a violent guy…But can you help him? I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Don’t worry, Maxi, I will see what I can do. I’m kinda stuck with him the whole year whether I like it or not, so I won’t let him get worse than he is.” I giggled at her, but before she could say anything, the door opened, revealing Billy, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “There’s so much love in only one room, but what 'bout lil’ ol’ me~?” he slurred in a supposedly sexy way, leaning on the door. “Billy! Remember how yesterday I was supposed to give you that test, but I couldn’t come over? Like, I said I would give it to you tomorrow, but I didn’t realise tomorrow is your match and…And like, you have to celebrate your victory, so I won’t stress you with a test, clearly. But like, you want to take it today, or do you want on Sunday?” I ranted on as I got on the edge of the bed, but before soon, he just chuckled and picked me up bridal style. “Let’s take that test. I’ve been staring at your lips all day, Kitten, and today I’m even more motivated to find out their taste.” he laughed, getting me to his room and gently pulling me on the bed. “Are you sure, Billy? There’s no rushing…I mean, you can have a few days more to revise…And this chapter is not the easiest one, so I won’t blame you.” I smiled nervously, looking away. “Nahhh, s'okay. I was prepared for the one yesterday, so bring it on.” he told me with the most confident smirk in the world, as he sit down on his desk chair. “Okay, so uhm…Yesterday I stood after class with Mrs. Green to create the test for you in a way that it would be structured the same as the final exam is, which is why I couldn’t come over. But…Here you go. You can write in your notebook and I will correct it afterwards, I have the point-grading right here. I’m asking again, Billy - Are you absolutely sure you’re up for it?” I asked him for the millionth time, putting the test in front of him. “Yes, babe, I am. I’m a man of my word. Responsibility and Respect.” he muttered, scanning the test paper. “That sounded a bit robotic…But I won’t ask you about it now. Good luck and focus. You have 2 hours from…Now.” I told him, getting on the bed and doing some improvements to the project.

Two hours passed by faster than the blink of an eye, making me get up and go to Billy, patting him on the shoulder and telling him that time was up. He looked at me since we were about the same height with him sitting down, and in his eyes I could see a certain…Restlessness. Like a fight of emotions was going on, but he didn’t know what to do. I blinked at him twice before cupping his face and frowning.

“Are you okay, sweety? You look upset. Did something happen?” I said in the most gentle voice I could managed. “It’s nothin’, babe, don’t worry for nothin’. Go check my test and tell me if I’m worthy of you or not.” he grumbled, puling away from me. “Billy…If you want, I won’t look and you can retake is on Sunday. It’s okay if you fail from time to time, it’s not the end of the world, you can always try again later.” I try to reach out to him, raking my fingers through his soft hair. “Nah, babe, failing isn’t manly, it’s for pussies. I can’t afford that.” he sneered, gripping his hands into tight fists. “That’s not true, who told you that? To fail is human and it can happen to everyone. It’s not a masculinity meter!…Billy, look at me, please…Billy. Please.” I pleaded again, putting my arms around his neck, but he only got up and went away. “That’s what he always said, okay? So what the hell else am I supposed to fucking DO?! If I don’t listen, I’m fucked! That’s how it’s ALWAYS fucking been! But you wouldn’t get it, would you?! Your parents probably bought you that house so you could stay alone and study at your leisure, their pretty little treasure, and you could fuck everyone you wanted there and nobody would say anything! Why the hell are you even here?! Huh?! It’s only 'cause of that teacher, ain’t it?! And 'cause I’ve always been the idiot to save your weak and pathetic ass! Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you DID boast that you fucked me!” he raged around the room like an angry tiger in his cage, trapped. “Wh-What do you even know about my life…?” I managed to usher softly, as tears welled up in my eyes and I backed towards to wall opposite of him. “Well, fuck, Katrina, I don’t know, it seems like after today, I know absolutely NOTHING! Care to fucking enlighten me? Care to tell me why are you the high school’s fucking whore?!” he yelled, stomping towards me, which only made me glue myself to the wall, sobbing. “I-I’m not…I’m…Not…I…I…” I choke out, but since I couldn’t say anything coherent, Billy slammed his hands on either side of my face, trapping me, screaming “WHORE” in my face, which made cower and shield my face with my arms. “Don’t hurt me! Please, please, please, don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me! I promise I’ll be good, please, don’t hurt me!” I barely managed to squeak out between my sobs, my legs shaking like mad and I could barely breathe.

My ears were ringing from the silence in the room, save for my pitiful sobs, flashbacks flooding my head so much that my throat and lungs were burning like a wild fire. After what felt like hours, he slowly guided me the bed, making me sit down, and by instinct, I let myself fall down and started unbuttoning my shirt, with trembling hands. I didn’t even dare look up to meet his face, but his hands gripped my wrists all of a sudden, which made me meekly raise my gaze a bit and see he was frowning, but somehow, confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low, somehow dead-pan voice. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? Rather than doing it by force, just do it with no violence. I told you I won’t bother struggling, it’s meaningless anyways.” I whispered softly, biting my lip. “Did I say I wanted to fuck you right now?” he sat down on the bed as I cringed at his question, only shaking my head slightly. “Then why did you do this?” he asked, but since he saw I wasn’t answering, he continued. “I’m not mad, I’m not going to hurt you, ever, so just answer.” “I’m sorry I upset you…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” I whispered as he lifted me into a sitting position. “You’re the only one who puts up with me, and if you got angry at me, I deserve it. I’m sorry, so please, don’t get angry at me and leave.” I continued, closing my eyes. “Kat, come here.” he patted his thighs, motioning me to sit on his lap, which I did, but I still wouldn’t look at him. “Kat, look at me.” he said softly, putting his hands on my face, as I previously did to him. “Who hurt you so much, Kat? Tell me. I’m not angry at you and I won’t leave you, either.” he uttered, trying to calm me down. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or said those things to you. I know they were lies, but I got frustrated. I should apologise, not you.” he confessed, making me look at him with glistening eyes, shaking my head briefly. “Kat, tell me. Please.” he whispered in my ear, making me start to cry again and throw my arms around his torso, crying in his chest, still trembling slightly. “I don’t know, Billy, I don’t know! It’s always been this way! I don’t get it, what did I do wrong? Why does everyone hate me? Do I look that weird? Is my personality that garbage? I-I don’t understand!” I began, feeling him rub soothing circles on my back. “I never had a family, Billy! I’m a runaway freak! I ran from an experimental base 5 years ago! I didn’t even have a name, I was just a number for them! And…And I ran here, and a policeman found me and put me in an orphanage under a name that I made up! Katrina Black, not Three anymore! And…And when I got with my new family, it was no difference than in the orphanage! Always the same thing! Nobody wanted me, I was just a waste of time and I did nothing good to contribute to my family!” I managed to say, clutching his shirt tightly. “Shhh, it’s okay now, Kitten, I’m here.” he whispered in my ear kissing my head. “Don’t be afraid.” “I worked a lot for 4 years, and with the policeman’s help, I managed to get my own little house and a motorbike. Not the perfect family anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a choke. “And…And…I…I just…I just wanted my Happily Ever After, Billy…I…I didn’t want to be alone anymore…They faked it…They faked everything just to fool around with me…They pretended to love and care about me…They pretended that they were good and protective boyfriends…But by the time I realised that what was happening wasn’t normal, it was too late and the damage had already been done. And I can’t erase it no matter how hard I try…” I put my hands in my hair, pulling at it in desperation. “I just want to forget all the disgusting things that happened, all the lies I heard, all those hands on my skin…I told you so many times before, no matter how much you struggle, it doesn’t do any good. Well, now you know the story behind it.” as I said that, he gently pulled away my hands and made me raise my head up again, and I could see anger and sadness in his eyes…He, too, seemed to want to cry, but tried very hard to stop it. “Tell me who did this to you and I’ll kill them. I’ll get revenge on them for you. If you couldn’t get out, neither will they.” he growled, looking me in the eyes, but I only shook my head and hugged his neck. “Don’t…Don’t go…Don’t leave…Don’t bother…What’s done is done. Yeah, of course, he only fucked me once, did other super gross things, whatever and now I’m somehow the biggest whore of the high school, whatever. Hey, really, I somehow magically fucked you in your sleep, or something, hell if I know. And if that wasn’t enough, after that first guy, two more came by. 'Know what happened?” I looked at him with a self-deprecating laugh, making him motion for me to continue talking. “The first one made me realise what happened wasn’t okay. Thing is, I told him I wasn’t interested in any fucks. What he did? The next day he started asking me about what positions I liked and stuff. And the next thing I know, he realised that I’m not a virgin, but he is, and says something along the lines of…How did he say it, now…Ah, yes. 'Why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?’. Yeah, like, thanks mate, very smart.” I rolled my eyes, every word completely dripping with sarcasm. “I kinda like it when you finally talk from your heart and you’re not scared of everything around you.” Billy said with a small smirk. “Well, then maybe you should love me by now. The third guy was very sympathetic with me and supposedly very protective of me. Turned out he was high-key flirting with my then-friend, making out/fucking her, all whilst continuing to insult me, but never letting me break up with him. He was a notorious liar. The biggest liar in the world, I kid you not.” I snorted bitterly. “Did they beat you?” he asked in a very low voice. “No…But…They would get overly possessive and jealous and would argue with me big time. It’s not like I have many friends, y'know? Just the kids. And Jonathan Byers, kinda. They would yell at me a lot and get super moody and mean. Hell, even on my birthday. Really…Fuck off.” I scoffed slightly, pouting as I leaned back a bit. “Did you calm down, Kitten? Feeling any better after letting your feelings out?” he caressed my cheek softly, which made me look down and snort a bit, trying to stifle my giggle. “What’s goin’ on, Kitten? Why you laughing?” he asked with a soft smile. “I…Well…It might sound super weird, okay, but…But I can’t stop laughing thinking about it. Just…He…He always boasts around how much of a mess I was because of him, but, like…I literally didn’t even realise when he got inside me and when he finished, like, what the hell!” I started laughing loudly, wiping my tears with my wrists, which made Billy start laughing as well, not having expected me to say something like that. “So my little Kitten can have a sense of humour when she wants to, huh? I never expected you to say any of the words you said the whole day, I swear, you’re surprising me with each day.” he put his arms around me, hugging me tight as I put my arms around his neck and calmed down. “I know I’m a mess, and as I said a million times, I’m sorry that you have to put up with me. But, Billy, if it were after me, I’d have already given you a chance by now, but really, I’m just scared that the whole chaos is going to happen again. And I’m just so tired of everything that I don’t think I could handle another betrayal.” I confessed softly, putting my forehead to his. “I said I was gonna prove you that you’re not wasting your time, and I’m not backing up from that promise. If it’s time you need, we have all the time in the world. I won’t be a shithead again like today. I lost control and it was my fault, I’m sorry.” he promised, looking me in the eyes as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you have it rough too. I don’t know the details, but I can sense what’s going on. You don’t have to tell me, but I know your father is a…A douchebag. I’m sorry for using that word. But, really, it’s one more year and you’ll be free of him! You’ll have a scholarship and you’ll be studying at a cool University whatever you wish to study and…And…I…Well…Maybe…Maybe we can…Y'know…We may be able to study in a place close to each other. Maybe even the same city. Hawkins Scholarships are usually more or less addressed to certain Unis in certain states.” I said with a shy smile, which in return, made his features soften up like never before. “Sounds good to me, babe.” he said, before burying his face in my neck, holding me tight as I played with his hair, calming him. “Billy.” I called out after a few minutes, when I felt his heartbeat calm down a bit. “Would it be okay with you if I corrected your test now? Don’t worry about the result, it just means that I will have to explain some stuff better, so it’s no problem. It’s as you said, we have enough time for everything. I don’t want to hold you off for too long since tomorrow’s your match and you should sleep well.” I say gently, making him sigh and nod.

I told him to stay in bed and lean on the bed post before I got up, took the test and a red pen from my bag before hopping next to him, cuddling to his side. We corrected the test together, explaining to him each mistake he made and why it was wrong, how to address the question tasked and so on, and it seemed like he understood and he was aware of his mistakes and how to solve them. It’s true, he didn’t make it to 75%, but it wasn’t too far away from that mark. He was frustrated, but I managed to calm him down and tell him that he will definitely do better next time and that first tests are always so bad. By the time we were done, outside was pitch black and we realised it was already past 10pm, which made me bite my lip.

“It’s okay, I can walk home, it’s no big deal. Just stay here and sleep well, okay?” I smiled at him reassuringly, but he only shook his head. “Just sleep over, I’ll sleep on the floor no big deal.” he proposed, shrugging, making me gasp. “Are you insane?! You, sleep on the floor? It’s YOUR house! Damn it, Billy! I should take the floor! Well…I could sleep in Max’s room, actually.” I realised, but he shook his head. “No, no, no, I’d rather sleep outside than seeing you do either of those two. I said it before, didn’t I? She won’t have you all for herself.” he said, making me chuckle. “You could just say you wanted to sleep cuddled with me, y'know? You liked that hug more than you’d admit in your life.” I teased him with a soft smirk. “Fine, babe, y'got me. So, what band do ya want?” he asked, going to his wardrobe to look for a Tshirt for me to sleep in. “Woaw, always ready to give a girl your band Tees, huh?” I chuckled, hiding my mouth slightly. “Nah, not 'a’ girl. You. Anyone touching my band tees will get burnt.” he smirked, leaning on the door. “Flattering, Billy. D'you have AC/DC?” I asked softly. “Do I breathe air?” he asked very dramatically, throwing the Tshirt at my head, making me laugh. “Thank you. I love the design…Oh, Jesus, how much cologne and cigarettes did you have while wearing this?” I laughed, hugging it too my chest. “Too much, maybe.” he shrugged. “I’ll turn around so you can change. Don’t worry, I won’t peep. Yes, you can kill me if I do.” he chuckled as he turned around, stretching a bit, giving me enough time to change and remain into his Tshirt and lady boxers only, thanking every deity existing that he was much larger than me and the Tshirt went mid-thigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Thank you…And, uhm…This is really weird and embarrassing.” I sighed as I put my clothes neatly folded on the chair. “Ah, fuck, you’re so hot, I knew it.” he smirked, raking his fingers through his hair. “Okay, fine, my turn. But I don’t mind if you watch.” he winked at me, making me hmpf a bit as I got in bed, putting the blanket over my head. “All clear, I can’t see a thing!” I chuckled, giving him a thumbs up with my arm out of the blanket, making him sigh.

It took less than two minutes for him to snatch the blanket from my head and snatch me into his arms tightly to his chest, playing with my hair loosely. I smiled softly and snuggled to his side, feeling warm and safe in his arms and I completely ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Godamn it, Billy.

With a kiss on my forehead, he muttered in a low, guttural voice a simple “Good night, Princess” before closing his eyes and going to sleep. In return, I could only smile and kiss his neck, being closest to me, and wished him “Good night, Billy” before I let sleep take over my senses.

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navalcriminalimagines · 6 years ago

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Carisi’s Wedding, part 1.

This will be a two parts things don’t worry! I really hope you enjoy it!! ❤️

“Hi dolly, how u doing? I’d like to call soon, tell me when it’s possible? Sooner the better, please. Take care!”

You have been in Japan for about 3 months now, for work. You barely had news from your best friend-ex-first love Dominick Carisi Jr so you knew this was important. You texted back through WhatsApp to let him know that you can take a break right now if he wanted. You are a customizer, makeup artist in movies, series and also theater, since you are 20 years old. You kept traveling since then, which prevent you from having a real life, especially not a serious relationship. This is actually the only reason you aren’t married to Dominick right now.

It was 10pm in Osaka, Japan so it was 8am in New York. Shortly after you texted him, Dominick called you.

“Hello Junior,” you smiled through the phone. You heard him laugh. Only you always called him Junior.

“Hi dolly. How’s Japan?”

“Exhauting but wonderful. Still on set right now actually,” you said as you watched over you, seeing the set, the staff, the actors. Your job, your love. “How things in New York?”

“Good, good. Uhm...” he stopped. He had something to say but couldn’t figure it out how to say it.

“What’s going on, Dominick?”

“Would it be possible for you to come home for a few days in a month?” he finally asked.

“Depends on why- why?”

“My wedding.”

When those words came to your ears, your heart stopped. Your legs gave up on you. You had to sit on the ground, in the middle of nowhere. Your first love, the only one you ever loved is getting married. Not with you. You knew he was dating that girl the last time you came to New York. He looked happy and in love but how could you imagine him getting married to her? Or any other girl? And he is invited you to see that. To see your Dominick giving his vows to someone else.

“Y/N? You still there?”

“Y-y-yes. Uhm, I’m not sure I- can take a few days- off,” you did your best to hold your tears and breath normally. But Dominick knows you better than anyone.

“I want you with me, Y/N. I know it’s kinda irrational, surely weird to ask for your presence. But- I can’t imagine that day without you,” you could hear in his voice it was hard for him too.

“Can I have a few days to think about it?”

“Sure. I need an answer before next Friday if that’s okay to you?”

“Will do my best, Dominick. I’ve got to go, bye.”

You didn’t want to sound mad to him but you couldn’t take it anymore. When you hang up, your broke down in tears, right there on the ground, in the middle of a foreign country. Did you make good decisions in your life? Are you where you want to be? You aren’t sure about anything right now.

After you built yourself up, you had to call Rafael. He became your friend when you met him a few months ago.

After spending five months in California, you were back in town. You expected to rest at your family house with your dad but when you got into your bedroom, you were surprised how it looked. Your father’s new girlfriend and her kids moved in. Her teenage daughter literally moved in your room. You needed a place to stay for a few weeks, that’s why you went to Dominick’s work place. He was surprised to see you but always happy.

“Can I take you out for lunch?” You asked, happy to be around him again.

“Huh, I can’t right now. Raincheck?”

“Yeah sure. Tell me when,” you tried not to look disappointed.

“Will call you, okay?”

“Alright. But can I ask something quickly?”

“Always, tell me?”

“Do you mind if I stay at your place a few days? Dad literally threw me out.”

“Gosh, seriously?” Dominick nervously rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Y/N-“ you looked at him, confused. It never was a bad idea before. What did change? “I have someone. And accommodating my ex wouldn’t be nice. Especially you, ya know?”

Of course you know. Every time you are in town, the two of you end up together. Like a real couple. Do things together, go on dates, you stay at his place, have pretty good sex. He was your first, when you were 17. Your dad hired him when he was a student to help you with school. You fell in love the first hour with that tall blond and blue eyed student. Since then, you never stopped loving him and neither did he, but life chose different things for you. You kept traveling for you work and you are at least four months by year in New York. That’s not how a relationship can work and you both agreed on this. So you stayed friends. Best friends, but who keeps going back together like magnet. It happens every time. But not this one, apparently. You agreed and sadly walked out of the precinct. But when you turned in the hallway, you literally walked through someone and splitted his coffee all over his suit. Embarrassed like you never were before by his look, you apologized about 10 times.

“Officer, give that to Lieutenant Benson for me.” The dark haired man handed something to that officer.

“Going to do it right now, counselor,” the officer smiled. Damn, a lawyer. You probably ruined his day and it was just noon.

“Is there something I can do?” You asked, still embarrassed. “Buy you a new one? Drive you somewhere?”

“My shirt cost more than your entire dressing. But yeah, you can drive me to my office, before I get ridiculous in front of everyone.”

You were impressed by this man at first, but when you got stuck in the traffic on the way to the courthouse, you started to feel better around him. Finally, you gave him a sweater so the two of you could lunch in a nice restaurant. And by the end of the meal, you found a place to stay. Rafael’s apartment. You stayed his roommate for two months after that, which made Dominick pretty jealous and mad. But you were dating Rafael unlike him, who was dating some girl.

“Hola guapa,” Rafael answered.

“Rafi, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Carisi called you.”

“Damn right he did. And guess my surprise.”

“I know. Things got pretty quick here and I thought it was better for you to hear it from him,” Rafael was right and you weren’t mad at him. But mad at yourself, at Dominick, at her, at life.

“He wants me to be at his wedding, how can I do that?”

“Listen, whatever you choose, I’ll be there, next to you. You know that, right?” You found comfort in his voice.

“I know but- Rafa, it’s him. And- They aren’t even dating for over a year.”

“Yeah but the baby speed up everything” Your heart stopped a second time.

“The-the baby?” You almost yelled through the phone.

“Damn it,” Rafael sighed. “He didn’t mention that part, apparently,”

“Fuck no! He didn’t!”

“I’m sorry, y/n”

“I’ve got to go Rafael,”

You hang up again. And cried even more. Wedding and a baby. This was supposed to be you. To be your life.

A few days after, you texted Dominick to let him know that you couldn’t be there for his wedding because of work. It was a lie. You just couldn’t stand that idea. Him getting married and having a kid. Unfortunately, this answer were not accepted. Dominick called. His sisters too. Even his ma. They all begged you to come. So you did.

“Promise me you won’t let my hand go,” you said to Rafael as the two of you were having a drink at his place. The wedding is tomorrow, you are staying at Rafael’s apartment and you didn’t see Dominick yet. You were too scared about your reaction.

Rafael took your hand in his large one and squeezed it. “I promise, I’ll be your shadow.” You put your head on his shoulder and hold his arm.

“I want him to be happy, you know?”

“I know. I’ve been there before.”

“Yeah, and you never had a serious relationship since then. Not a pleasant perspective.”

“I just didn’t want to. But if you want to, you’ll find someone to marry,”

“Ew. I don’t want to date. I don’t want to fall in love again.”

Rafael moved to the side to make you facing him. He put his hands on your cheeks and locked his eyes in yours.

“I felt the same way, y/n. And look at me right now. I’m a lonely lawyer, my job is everything to me. I’m cynical, a sarcastic pain in the ass. I should have fight. Fight against myself, against my feelings, my fears. Because right now, I don’t even remember what it is to love and be loved. And damn, it’s hard to leave that way. Don’t do the same mistake,” Rafael never opened himself like this before, with anyone. Since you two met, he felt like he was facing his girl twin. You’ve been through same stuff, your reactions are the same, you think the same way.

“Can I ask something?”

“Sure.” He let go your face and took his glass to drink.

“Did you ever love someone else after Yelina? I mean, even if nothing happen. Did you love someone else since your heart broke?”

Rafael nervously laughed in his glass. “I did,” he confessed.

“And why aren’t you dating her? Did you try something?”

“We got pretty close, we still are actually. But her heart belongs to someone else, and I don’t want to lose her, so I keep that for myself.”

“So she’s still in your life, right?”

“Yup, and I want her to stay in it.”

“So, you are asking me to keep fighting and not giving up while you gave up yourself. It’s what, do what I say, not what I do?”

Rafael laughed. That’s exactly what it is. “And what? You want me to tell that girl I love her? That I miss her when she is away? That I wish she loved me the way she loves her ex? That when she is next to me, I just want to hold her, kiss her, comfort her, make her feel safe?” His eyes were deeply looking into yours. “Not going to happen.”

“Why not, Rafael?”

“Not to have my heart broken another time?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Here we are. I don’t want either.”

The bottle of scotch you opened two hours ago was already empty, so Rafael got up to get another one. He poured himself a drink and another one for you. “To us. Broken souls,” you raised your glass and cheered with him.

By the end of the night, you and Rafael were definitely drunk. Dominick tried to call you a few times but you shut it down every time. You didn’t want to hear from him, to hear about his wedding tomorrow. Alcohol and Rafael made you feel good. It was ephemeral of course but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything. That’s exactly why you end up deeply kissing Rafael. He was as drunk as you and didn’t want to push you away, because he dreamt about it so many times. His living room quickly became a mess, with empty bottles and glasses, clothes everywhere and two naked body having sex right on the carpet. That’s also how you and Rafael fell asleep. Right here on the floor, in the middle of his apartment with just a blanket over your two drunk and naked bodies.

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queeniewritesce · 6 years ago

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Shall We Dance 2/?

“Hi.”

They spoke together and Lucy swore that she felt small parks going through her arms, all irradiating from her clasped hands. ‘How long is too long to hold someone’s hand during a hand-shake? Should I let go? Do I wait for him to let go? My god, look at that smile…’ thoughts ran wild in her mind before she righted herself and she started to let go of his hand.

“So, you’re the famous sister Lucy, uh?” his natural voice was a little higher than she was used to in the movies, and when he smiled the lines around his eyes crinkled, why didn’t Penny warn her beforehand? He grabbed Lucy’s hand and pulled her into a hug, pressing his whole upper body into hers and enveloping her with his arms. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!”

Lucy’s squeaked but hugged him back, looking sideways at Penny with a surprised expression. She discretely sniffed his chest and sighed, her favorite man’s cologne greeting her nose.

“I’d say you’re the famous one, and I’m not talking about your career,” she smiled while taking a step back, “Garret has told some amazing tales, including sky diving and the curious case of the missing underwear. Seriously, he used those exact words to describe it before he told us how you literally lost every piece of your underwear while shooting one of the Marvel movies. Just how did you do that?”

She was laughing so hard she didn’t realize they were still holding hands, their fingers now lingering together.

“I’m way too sober to answer that one, but ask me again some other time, preferably after a round of shots!” His face had gotten a little redder and he gave her a playful smile. “Penny talks about you all the time and you live in New York, right? How come it’s the first time we’ve met?”

“Life was pretty hectic up until this last July, her birthday in October was the first time I came up to Boston to visit her in the last four years,” Lucy’s could feel her insides doing somersaults the longer he held her hand. “With the studio and competitions, all my time was devoted to dancing. Sorry, Pen.”

He squeezed her hand with one of his own and pointed at a futon in front of the large couch nestled in the middle of the suite. She sat down and Chris sat in front of her, on the edge of the couch, she could feel his eyes on her breasts, and she looked up in time to see him licking his lips before moving his eyes to her face.

Guillermo and Dora were seating on a couple of chairs by the futon and Garret sat on the couch with Chris, pulling Penny towards him and onto his lap. Lucy missed the glance her sister shared with her own boyfriend, a small smile on her lips.

“Did you know Lucy’s won the National Championship five times, Chris?” Penny laced her arms around Garret before saying that.

Lucy’s eyebrows hit the top of her head and the look she gave her sister clearly meant to say, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ before looking back at Chris.

“Competitions? You have awards and stuff?” he looked at Lucy when she nodded and she didn’t know why, but he looked proud and it made her blush.

“Couple of different ones, but yeah, five first places and a couple of seconds and thirds.” She knew she was a good dancer, she worked hard daily to make her routines fun and exciting for the judges and it paid off. “Two of them were for our couple’s routine, one for our duo and the last two were for uhm… Pole dancing.”

The last two words had been spoken so softly Chris had to repeat them to make sure he had heard right. When she nodded and looked back at him, his eyes were wide and her confidence faltered, of course he would doubt her, who in their right mind would give a pole dance award to a fat girl like her. She hurried to explain.

“That was before… uhm… I was…” she exhaled loudly and squared her shoulders, dropping his hand and crossed her arms around her abdomen, trying to hide her midsection. “I was very much in shape when I won those awards, I’ll let you know that.”

Lucy grimaced at the tone of her voice, looking down at her crossed hands.

“Hey, hey, that wasn’t what I meant at all,” his large hand gave her knee a pat, pressing down a little to make her look at him, “I’ve seen my fair share of girls on the pole in the past and albeit I wasn’t paying much attention to the physics involved with the dance, that has got to be hard to learn, especially at competition level.”

“It totally is, Lucy had bruises on her shins, feet, and thighs for quite a long time before she got the hang of it.” Penny’s foot nudged her sister’s leg, making the other girl look up. When she did, Penny chuckled, “Remember when you came home with that bruise on your inner thighs and JP was so mad because he thought that some boy had given you a hickey there?”

“Lucy, so scandalous… I like it!” Garret gave her a huge smile.

“Well, JP didn’t”, she laughed, her previous bout of shyness and self-doubt forgotten, and went to explain “It wasn’t really a hickey you know, but I was still learning, entered the move on the wrong rotation and smacked the pole pretty hard. That shit hurts and you can get some serious contact burns when you do it wrong. Anyway, he got into my face when we’re at the pool, saying that ‘no sister of him should allow a boy to do that’. We had a screaming match because just the day before he was bragging to his friends about Debra Kempton, remember her Penny, and how he got to third base with her. I asked him if she wasn’t someone’s sister and he spluttered, huffed and called mom, who also scolded him.” The small group laughed, the girls within earshot exclaiming about double standards. “Gosh, that was an old memory, I almost forgot about that, how old was I, sixteen?”

“Nineteen-Ninety-Six, yes, right before JP left for college.” Penny agreed.

“Wait, you’re thirty-five?” Chris stared at her “I knew you’re the older sister, but I didn’t do the math till now. You don’t look thirty-five, you don’t even look thirty!”

“Why thank you, Mr. Evans, flattery will indeed get you everywhere.” Lucy patted his hand still resting on her knees with a wicked grin on her face, which he returned.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep sweetheart.” He had a full-on grin now and his eyes once again descended to her breasts, the hand on her left knee now traveling a little higher to her thighs.

Penny had warned about his flirting, but she didn’t say he had one of those panties-dropper smiles. That coupled with the greenish-blue eyes and the beard was a fatal combination for Lucy. But she was known to keep up the banter, always quick with a response.

“But I always keep my promises Chris, I’m the poster girl for the girl scouts.” She gave him a mock salute, two fingers touching her forehead.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and call me Captain?” he licked his lips slowly before turning his smile into a smirk, his voice now an octave lower and closer to her ear. His fingers on her jeans traveled higher again, his palm getting dangerously closer to her bum. “Obey all my commands?

When did he move so close to her? Her neck felt hot and her palms sweaty, she could feel her nipples hardening at his words and just what he would command her to do. I’d kill for a drink right now…

“I’m going to get some beers before the kick-off, who’s with me?” ‘did Guillermo actually read her mind?’ She wondered as he got up, clapping his hands excitedly.

Her little bubble with Chris exploded and she had to blink a few times to clear her head while he moved back. Lucy could see he was breathing a little harder and she chanced another glance at him. He gave her a huge smile before saying he’d go with Guillermo.

“Can I have a glass of wine instead? Cabernet is preferable, but I’ll take anything as long as it’s not overly sweet.” Lucy broke away from Chris stare long enough to reach her purse and grab a fifty-dollar bill.

“Your money’s no good here, sweetheart, keep it.” Chris rubbed his hands on his thighs almost like he was drying them, before clapping them and getting up. “So red wine, 4 beers, how about some chips and queso?” he looked around the group getting nods from everyone. “Alright, let’s go.”

On their way out Dix joined Chris and Guillermo, the three of them making their way to the door.

Lucy looked around and decided to peek into the outside seats, where they would congregate to watch the game. She had been to plenty of games at the Met Life Stadium but never inside one of the owners’ suite. She couldn’t deny she was impressed with the Patriots stadium, not that she would ever admit that out loud.

She shivered when she opened the door and the cold air hit her. Lucy knew her thick green wool sweater and jeans wouldn’t be enough to withstand the cold and wind bellowing outside the door. She let Penny know she would grab their coats and went back inside, making her way to the coat hanger by one of the sofas on the other side of the room. She got her coat, putting it on, then grabbed her gloves from one of the pockets along with a thick black scarf and hat from the other. She was almost all bundled up and was buttoning up her coat when Samuel approached, leaning on the wall and giving her the once over.

“Hi.” She offered him a small smile, her fingers rapidly working on the last button.

“Hi there.” The dirty blond man had an easy smile but something about him bothered her. She understood why when he continued. “So, you’re a stripper? I gotta say, with a heck like that you oughta make some money, even if you’re on the heavy side.”

Lucy seethed and looked at him with contempt.

“I’m sorry, I barely even know your name, what’s your problem with me?”

“Come on baby, you’re gonna play hard to get because I’m not the movie star? I saw you getting all chummy with Chris not five minutes ago. You think he’s gonna make a move on ya’ when he has the pick of the litter?” His hand moved as to touch her hair and she smacked it down with hers.

“Do not touch me without my permission,” she said through gritted teeth, standing tall like JP had taught her all those years ago. ‘Stand your ground and look menacing Lou, you have to make them see you’re not afraid and won’t tolerate their shit.’ She looked straight at Samuel and counted on her hand. “Number one I’m not your baby and whomever I get chummy with is not your business. Number two I’m not a stripper, I’m a dance instructor who teaches not only pole dance but at least five more dance styles. And number three if me being heavy is such a problem, why are you talking to me? Now, if you excuse me.”

She tried to move past him, but he pushed from the wall and blocked her path with his body.

“Hey, Samuel. Lucy… The game is about to start, why don’t you bundle up Sam, I’m getting the girls outside.” Garret was out of the couch and next to the two people in less than three steps, having heard how agitated Lucy sounded. Trying to defuse the situation without getting the attention of everyone else seemed like the best idea and he offered Lucy his arm, which she gladly accepted while he gathered his and Penny’s jacket.

Garret gave the other man a hard stare before moving away, Lucy looking down the whole time.

“You good Lucy?” Garret had an imposing figure and at almost 6’5, he towered over everyone in the room and even had her 5’9 sister looking small and dainty next to him. But the light dark-skinned man was one of the sweetest men she knew, and his presence had always soothed Lucy whenever they met in New York City or at her parents’ house.

‘Man, they’re gonna make some beautiful babies together.’ Lucy thought back to the last serious conversation they had, tucked away in his and Penny’s kitchen after her birthday party. He confessed he would propose during Christmas’s Eve, after talking to Mr. Seabrook. Lucy was giddy and even helped him with the engagement ring, stealing one of Penny’s ring so he could take it with him to the jewelry store. The ring was now tucked away in one of Lucy’s travel bags and she promised she wouldn’t peek. She looked up to him and smiled. “Yeah, he’s being a shithead but it’s nothing I haven’t heard before you know?”

“But you shouldn’t have to deal with that Lucy, I don’t understand my own kind sometimes, men are pigs.” He opened the door to the outside area, motioning her to go. “I mean, I get it that being friends with Chris makes you a second option and if you’re not secure with yourself that must suck, but that’s no reason to treat a woman with anything but respect.”

“Was I flirting too much with Chris? Will he think I’m a groupie?” the last sentence was more meant for herself than for her friend, but Lucy needed to know.

“My god woman, no!” he threw his head back in a hearty laugh, hugging Lucy sideways. “If anything, he’s the one who upped the volume back there, even I did a double take when he mentioned you calling him captain because he usually shies away from that part of his life when talking to girls. Hot as hell if I might say so!” he nudged her with his shoulder. “And believe me, you might be Penny’s sister but if I didn’t know you and didn’t think you’d be a good fit with our little group, you wouldn’t be invited. We’re very protective of the guy, especially when he’s in Boston and believes no one will take advantage of him. But Guillermo likes you, Dora likes you. Samuel’s a dick but that’s nothing new. And I, I really like you. You’re one of those girls who doesn’t take shit from anyone and can actually hold a conversation about anything… plus you treated my boy like he was just another guy you met.”

Lucy smiled at Gar and hugged him tightly, murmuring her thanks.

They sat next to Penny right as Chris, Guillermo and the rest of Chris’ friends made their way outside, passing drinks and appetizers around.

But even after Garret’s pep talk, Samuel’s words had her reeling and her feelings of inadequacy came back up with a vengeance. Why would Chris make a move on her when he could have anyone he wanted?

‘You’re just a fat girl Lucy, who would want you now?’ the voice inside in her mind now sounded like a man and years of being belittled made her feel unwanted. Who indeed would want the fat girl? Her own voice echoed.

She asked Penny to change places with her and she tried to make herself as small as she could next to the wall, her wine glass firmly clasped on her hands.

Lost to her own thoughts Lucy didn’t see the look Chris sent her way, his smile turning to a frown when the vibrant, boisterous girl of twenty minutes ago now looked meek and subdued.

#Chris Evans Fanfic #Chris Evans Fanfiction #Chris Evans x OFC #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x Curvy OFC #ISTLDFY

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sweetlysilent · 7 years ago

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Distance

Requested By: @purelyparker

hi there :-) i love your writing sm so i was wondering if you could write a tom holland imagine based off of the song “give me love” by ed sheeran where the reader breaks up with tom bc of his hectic acting schedule but they both aren’t taking the breakup very well (however THERES A HAPPY ENDING?? HOPEFULLY???) but that’s just an idea; it’s totally up to you to put your own spin on it or go in a different direction !! thank you SOSO much🤗💛

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Tom had been traveling a lot lately, so much to the point you rarely saw him at all, sure you’d call and text occasionally, but that wasn’t enough, you supported his acting career 100%, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

Warnings: Kinda sad, slight mention of alcohol, but then happiness :)

Word Count: 2,661

A/N: This actually turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to tbh, so I hope you enjoy it :)) Also, this gif has nothing to do with the imagine, I just thought it was a cute gif of Tom, oops.

It had been two months since you last seen Tom, he was off filming for Spider-Man Homecoming, which you totally understood, it took dedication and time, but so did your relationship with him.

Normally when he went off and filmed movies you two were okay, you didn’t normally have issues and you’d still see him and talk almost everyday, but this time it was different.

Tom just disappeared, you’d get an occasional text here and there, sometimes a phone call, but that was it.

You were left in the dark, just like a fan was.

It’s not that you didn’t love his fans, you did with all your heart, they were half the reason you were still sane, since they seemed to have more knowledge about Tom than you did yourself, and you were the one dating him.

You spent those long two months trying to decide on what to do, on what you thought was right and necessary, or more so healthy.

You knew deep down this relationship with Tom was fading, it was becoming stressful and making you more and more upset as the days went by.

‘Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone,

Pain splattered teardrops on my shirt.

Every morning you’d wake up, in hope of a good morning text, literally anything to show that maybe, just maybe he remembered you, but there was never anything.

This crushed your heart, everyday.

Until one day you had enough, you didn’t want to do this, but it was for the best, it was the right decision, it was the smart decision, this relationship wasn’t healthy for you anymore.

You started packing your belongings from Tom’s apartment, tears streaming down your face as you packed up boxes of your belongings.

You dreaded leaving his clothes behind that you always wore, but you knew if you took them you’d never let him go, and you needed to, it was for the best you would tell yourself.

You took one last look around his apartment, the one you had been living in for the past year, all the memories you two had created there were slowly being erased.

You let out a choked sob as you picked up the few boxes you had, before closing and locking the apartment door, and off to your new tiny little apartment your parents had gotten you a while back.

It was a few hours away from Tom’s which was good in a small sense, but at the same time your mind was moving at warp speed, unable to process you were moving back into your old apartment.

You arrived at nightfall, pulling your belongings out of your car before entering your tiny living space, you always had the feeling of comfort and safety in your apartment.

Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,

Maybe I should let you go.

You set your boxes on the counter of your kitchen, pulling out your phone, shakily dialing in Tom’s number.

You pressed the phone to your ear hesitantly, hearing it ring a few times before someone picked up.

“Hello?” A voice rung through your apartment, making your knees go weak.

“Hey Tom..” You murmured into the phone, biting your lip nervously, a bad habit you had gotten.

“Oh, hey Y/N! What’s up?” He questioned casually, as if he had no clue in the world how distant he had been with you these past few months.

“I-I uhm..” You stuttered, your heart beating rapidly, as you nervously swallowed, which Tom could hear through the phone.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Tom questioned worriedly, making you blink back tears that were daring to fall down your cheeks.

“No.. Tom.. Things aren’t okay.. They haven’t been for a while..” You spoke, voice barely above a whisper, but Tom heard you clear as day, his heart starting to beat quicker.

“Y-Y/N, you’re starting to scare me, what’s going on?” He stammered, he was now sitting down at a table on set.

“Tom..” You started, wiping your hand across your cheeks, tears continuing to fall down them.

“Do you realize how long it’s been since we’ve talked?” You asked, sitting down on a stool in your kitchen, waiting for his answer.

Tom sat there for a minute, puzzled at your question, until he started to realize how he’d been acting, as if you didn’t even exist.

“Y/N, o-oh my god, I’m s-so sorry.” Tom apologized, his eyes wide as he started to put pieces together.

“Tom, just stop, please?” You whimpered out, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Y/N, p-please don’t do this..” Tom whispered, his voice cracking, he couldn’t bare lose you.

“Tom, this isn’t healthy, I can’t keep living like this..” You whispered, sniffling, your heart hurting the more you spoke.

“I can change, I can fix things, I-I promise..” Tom pleaded, tears starting to brim his eyes.

“Listen, I love you, but.. I-I can’t do this anymore.. I think.. W-We should b-break u-up..” You stuttered, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you spoke the most awful words.

“N-No, Y/N, p-please! N-No! I-I can’t l-lose you.” Tom cried out, tears now falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even care anymore if anyone saw him.

“I-I’m so sorry..” You whispered, choking back sobs, as you heard Tom letting out his own.

“Y/N, d-don’t do this, p-please..” He continued to plead, only making it worse for the both of you.

“It’s for the best, I love you, goodbye Tom.” You whispered, hanging up before you could hear anymore of his plea’s.

You slowly slid down the stool, leaning back against your counter, letting out strangled sobs, your heart broken into small tiny fragments.

Tom on the other hand was staring at his phone, unable to process what had just happened.

His hands were shaking, tears were streaming down his red cheeks, his hair was a mess from running and tugging on it too many times.

“Hey Tom, we’re ready to shoot the next scene and, -oh, good lord what happened? Are you okay?” The producer asked, seeing Tom’s state wasn’t exactly stable at the current moment.

Tom just stared ahead of him, unable to produce words, all he could think about was you, and how he had let you down, made you feel like you were forgotten, not important to him, when you actually meant the entire world to him.

You were the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he was happy all the time, the reason he was as successful as he was, you were his light, but now you were gone, and now everything was dark.

“Tom, hey man, what’s going on?" Jacob rushed over, after the producer told him how worried they were about his mental state.

"Buddy, it’s me, talk to me.” Jacob pleaded, looking over Tom and internally cringing at how much of a disaster he looked.

“Y-Y/n, she b-broke up with m-me.” Tom stammered out, looking up at his friend, who had a look of shock on his face.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. What happened?” Jacob asked carefully, not wanting Tom to have a emotional breakdown even worse.

“I became distant, without even realizing it, and it broke her.” Tom wiped his face, looking at the table sadly.

“You can win her back buddy, I know it.” Jacob tried to convince him, anything to make him lighten up just the tiniest bit.

“I really blew it Jacob, you should of heard her, she sounded so broken, and a-alone and it’s all m-my fault! I made the only person I loved leave me all because I was too much of an idiot.” Tom spoke furiously, hitting the table, startling Jacob.

“Alright, you know what lets just take a break today, you can chill and do what you need to, and we can figure this all out.” Jacob suggested, as Tom nodded slightly, before Jacob went to the producer, who agreed it was a good idea.

Two days passed and you were a total mess, you refused to leave your apartment, your friends tried calling and texting you, but you just ignored them, wanting to be alone.

You just laid in your bed, the curtains closed, a candle lit on your kitchen counter, making your apartment smell like crisp fall air.

'Cause lately I’ve been craving more,

And it’s been a while, but I still feel the same,

After my blood turns into alcohol,

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.

Without Tom you didn’t know what to do with your life, he was such a huge part of you and now he was missing, a chunk of you was missing and you were lost.

You tried drinking, to numb the pain, but nothing worked, it just made you even more miserable than before.

You needed him.

And he needed you.

The producer had allowed Tom and Jacob to return back home for a few days to figure things out, once he got to his apartment he had expected you to still be there, but once he entered he noticed that none of your belongings were there anymore, and the shirts you once wore were folded on his bed.

In that moment he felt his heart drop, you really had left.

“Dude, where could she be?” Jacob questioned, as they set their belongings in his apartment.

“She returned back to her old one, she used to live there until she moved in with me.” Tom replied, grabbing his keys as they both headed out the door again.

They drove the few hours to your apartment, Tom was a nervous wreck, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to seeing him after all this time.

“Okay buddy, you got this, I’ll wait in the car.” Jacob gave a small smile, along with a thumbs up as Tom got out and walked up to your apartment door, hesitantly knocking.

When you didn’t answer he got nervous, but he saw your car parked in the driveway so he knew you were home.

This made him worry, he quickly fidgeted to find the spare key you had given him, he swiftly unlocked the door, noticing the darkness of the apartment, and the intense smell of alcohol and a fall scented candle.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you?” Tom shouted, before seeing you laying in your bed, staring blankly into space.

“Shit, Y/N.” Tom rushed over, pulling you into his arms tightly, kissing your head.

“T-Tom?” You mumbled out, blinking rapidly before realizing he wasn’t a figment of your imagination, that you weren’t actually hallucinating him.

“Yes, it’s me.” He whispered, now holding your face in his hands gently.

“It’s really you.” You whispered, tears slipping down your face, you couldn’t believe he came to see you.

“It’s really me babe, I’m so so sorry, for everything.” Tom whispered, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb.

“I missed you.” You whimpered, moving your face more into his hand, while placing your hands on his.

“I missed you too darling, I promise that’ll never happen again.” He kissed your forehead, causing you to close your eyes.

“Please, give me another chance.” He pleaded, making you lock eyes with him, before a small smile appeared on your lips as you gave a slight nod.

Tom’s eyes lit up, his heart racing before his lips met yours, the kiss passionate and full of pent up emotions.

“I love you so much, even when you’re an asshole sometimes.” You laughed slightly, your forehead pressed against his.

“I love you too darling, and I know I can be, but that’s why I have someone like you to keep me in place.” He chuckled, kissing your nose before wrapping his arms around you once again.

You both laid there for a bit, catching up, laughing, smiling, kissing, more talking, more kissing.

You knew you always loved this apartment of yours, because no matter what you always felt safe, and now you realized one of those reasons was because of Tom, he made you feel safe, he made you feel at home, because he was your home.

And always would be, no matter what.

You smiled at Tom who was watching you in amusement, before his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” Tom answered, before a smile formed on his face and laughter escaped his lips.

“Yes Jacob, you can come up now.” Tom laughed, making your eyes widen and laugh along with him.

“You didn’t tell me Jacob was here! Jacob I’m coming!” You shouted, sprinting off the bed and running down the hallway.

“But babe, what about me!” Tom shouted after you, a playful grin on his face as he watched you sprint down the hallway.

“Are you kidding? Jacob all the way!” You teased, a playful smile on your face as you tackled Jacob in a hug, making him loose his balance.

“Nooooo! My smoothie!”

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yuki7900archive · 7 years ago

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(Movie) Cole x Reader PT.1

I never seem to be able to finish a story at 3000 words anymore. I’ve tripled the amount of writing I usually do for fanfics in the space of a year and I don’t even know HOW.

Whatever, enjoy ^^

PART 2

You weren't sure what it was about Cole, but you were fascinated by him. Was it his monochrome black locks of hair? Or maybe his dark green eyes? Perhaps it was his attitude? Ahh, you just couldn't decide. You were intrigued by the teenager but he didn't even know your name, to your total dismay. You sat behind him in lessons when you could and just marveled at how less of a damn he could give. He always had his headphones in. ALWAYS. And on the occasions he didn't, he would have a boom box by his head as he blasted AC/DC from the speakers. He had some good tastes.

He hung out with Lloyd Garmadon, not that you minded. Lloyd didn't seem like a mean kid at all. He seemed like a very nice and friendly person that got abuse for something that wasn't his fault, which of course was unfair. You had on occasion thought about going over to his group of friends and trying to get to know them all better. You felt like you'd get on well with them, certainly better than your current group of friends.

"Why would you want to hang out with them? Lloyd is evil, (Y/N)." Stephanie would roll her eyes as the other three girls sat around you stared at you in shock like you'd just said how happy you'd be to murder someone and gone into immense graphic detail about it. You shrugged in return and took a bite of your sandwich.

"He doesn't seem evil." You said between chews. "And his friends seem really nice-" The redhead held a finger up to your mouth to shush you. You sat there and glanced down at her crimson coated fingernails, resisting the urge to open your mouth so her finger would slide in your mouth and get covered in your saliva. It was, indeed, extremely tempting.

"Oh (Y/N), I see what's happening here." You arched your eyebrow after she took her hand away from your face. "You have a crush on Lloyd."

You snorted and laughed hysterically to emphasize to her how wrong she was. Although your laughter had also been from slight nervousness at how close she was to sniffing you out. All she had to do was replace Lloyd with Cole and she'd basically hit the nail on the head.

"Listen, sweetie, I say this because I care about you." She leaned closer and gently gripped your hands, squeezing them ever so slightly as she looked you in the eyes. Her thumbs rubbed your flesh in a comforting manner, like what she was about to say was about to be the harshest thing you were ever going to hear. Your laughter died down as you stared at her and waited for her to continue. She was doing that stupid thing people did where they'd pull this serious look but still try to be sympathetic and kind. Yeah, you know the look. All the other girls were doing the same as they looked at you. They were so absorbed in the whole thing they'd even put down their food and crossed their arms.

"Whatever mind control he has you under, you need to fight it. Don't fall for him, you are just a pawn in his games. Next thing you know, you'll be working for his dad." Oh for the love of god, she couldn't be serious. Mind control? You wanted to laugh all over again. Lloyd didn't have mind control. You were pretty sure he hadn't anyway. Surely if he did he would've used it by now! Besides, whenever you'd seen him around school he'd always reacted to bullying with an upbeat smile and positive attitude. Or at least put on the facade. He wasn't trying to hurt people, he just wanted acceptance. How it was so blindingly obvious to you and no one else was a mystery.

"Yeah, okay Stephanie. I'll try." You smiled and nodded at her whilst she smiled back, letting go of your hands and carrying on with eating her food. The rest of your friends continued and started a new topic of conversation, focused mainly on the secret ninja force. All of them were deciding which of the Ninja were the "hottest" or whatever. You heard a mixture: red, silver, green, but you didn't hear black which you were shocked by. He had the biggest muscles, usually that was a magnet for girls like Stephanie and the rest of her crew. Totally wasn't what you were into or anything, no sir. Pfft, muscles were so overrated! With their uh...ya' know uhm...flexing and uh...ahem...all that stuff...

Okay, okay! You like muscle! So what? Who doesn't?

The black ninja was very muscular indeed. His gi was the only one without sleeves so you could always see them when he was in battle. You weren't ashamed to admit you'd stared at him once or twice, but you knew you had no chance of ever meeting the Ninja force, like, ever. Besides, you liked Cole way before this ninja ever showed up, so with Cole your heart would stay.

You couldn't help but look over at him as he sat with his friends at the lunch table. He was smirking and saying nothing as his friends all chatted to one another and laughed, ignoring all the other students as they pushed their tables further and further from them. Cole had his head rested in the palm of his right hand as he leaned forward. That's when his eyes glanced in your direction.

As you both made brief eye contact with one another, time seemed to slow down and you swore you heard a symphony in your ears instead of your heart pounding in your chest. He kept his gaze on you for a few seconds, smirking at you and giving a small and singular wave, before looking back at his mates like nothing had even happened.

You did the same, except you struggled to hide the blush that was growing on your face.

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Typical. Garmadon just had to attack on a Saturday, didn't he? Not on a school day so you could go home early and get the day off. Nooo~ Attack on a weekend. Who does that?

You had gone out with Stephanie & Co. They'd insisted even though you just wanted to stay inside and chill. A new series of Honey, Where Are My Pants? Had just started and you wanted to binge watch it so you didn't come across any spoilers on the internet. Unfortunately, your mates didn't really understand you so they dragged you out of your house and made you come clothes shopping with them. You'd rather be debating with the guy who owned the comic book store a couple of blocks away.

The warlord had attacked just as you were about to enter your fifth clothes shop of the day (seriously, how do girls do this all the time?). As scared for your life as you were, you were also quite relieved; you couldn't bare spending time in another clothing store. Another attack on the city, however, was not exactly what you had in mind.

Your friends were having a hard time keeping up. They were running in high heels whilst you had a comfy pair of trainers on. You ignored them as they screamed and whined and begged you to slow down. You were so tempted to leave them in the dust. If this was the apocalypse you had no doubt in your mind that they'd be the first to be torn to shreds by the zombies. Unfortunately, unlike them, you actually had a heart. Even if your supposed friends could be completely and utterly unbearable, so you didn't stray too far from them.

Just as you were about to round a corner, you heard the familiar squeal of Stephanie as she tripped and fell face first on the floor. You had to hold back a groan and roll of the eyes as you ran back to her to help her up. You told the other girls to go and they did not hesitate, disappearing instantaneously. You got the redhead back on her feet and began to run alongside her, feeling Garmadon's mech hot on your tail.

"Hurry up, or we're going to die!"

"I'm going as fast as I can! God (Y/N) I just fell-"

"I couldn't give a damn right now! Stephanie, in case you hadn't noticed, GARMADON IS LITERALLY RIGHT BEHIND US!" You furrowed your brows further when the girl stopped and crossed her arms. Why? Why now of ALL TIMES did she have to throw a hissy fit.

"No need to be so rude (Y/N)." She stated as she stood there and looked off to the side. The vibrations in the ground got harder and the cynical laughter coming from the warlord currently invading grew even louder. Your heart increased in speed as the nervousness bubbled away in your stomach. If you didn't move now you were both going to die. Either you left her behind or got her to continue walking. And again, since you had a heart of gold, you couldn't live with yourself if she died.

"Look I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't be so rude, I'm just panicked." The girl nodded at you and began to pick up the pace just as Garmadon turned the corner. You pleaded inside your mind for Stephanie to move quicker, but she didn't. And so at the rate you were going, you knew the warlord was going to surpass you. Whether or not you died was a different story. And sure, your friend was a pain in the ass, but if she died then everyone would miss her. No one would miss you. Despite being part of her popular little group, the only reason you were in it was because you and Stephanie went way back. You'd been friends for years. Then popular girls hung around her and she gained a social status. You did not. You were just the weird kid that hung around with Stephanie. Nothing more. Since she had gained popularity, she'd become that little bit more...difficult. However, this next move you pulled was one you didn't regret at the time.

Seeing Garmadon fast approaching with his army, you shoved your friend in the direction of a small alleyway and told her to go around the back, informing her of an underground tunnel that led to the lower levels of the city and came back up at the outskirts of Ninjago. She didn't hesitate to leave, honestly believing you'd follow behind her.

You didn't.

Instead, you continued running down the same road. The soldiers attacked you and sent projectiles your way, but from sheer luck and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you managed to dodge all of it. You were red in the face and running out of breath by the time you felt a giant mechanical arm grip around your waist and lift you off of the ground. You didn't even scream, you just widened your eyes and frantically tried to scramble out of the metal fist's tight grip. Obviously, it didn't work.

"Ha-ha! Wow! That was quite the show!" Garmadon's voice bellowed as his piercing red eyes stared into your (E/C) ones. Fear engulfed your entire body as you could only struggle. He was so much more terrifying up close and in real life. You thought he looked scary on the news but oh boy were you wrong. "How would you like to be part of my army?"

"Never! I'd rather die." You spat in his face. Okay, maybe a bit of a dramatic response. But he was way more dramatic than you were. By how much? Geez, he was similar an actor that was WAY too into his role. But worse. So much worse. The worst part was that he was so stupid and arrogant that he didn't even see it.

"That can easily be arranged." His shark-like teeth widened as you felt the hand around your waist suddenly shoot open. You slid out down and found yourself falling towards the concrete ground. Your life seemed to flash before your eyes as the ground grew ever closer to your form. This was it. Your end. What a horrible way to go. You weren't even sure if it would be a quick death. Depending on how you landed you might not even die. However trying to remember how to do that was the least of your concerns. Even so, you'd still bleed out horrifically and no one would be around to help you, so you'd be dead anyway.

You closed your eyes and braced for impact with the road, except it came a lot quicker than you expected. And it was a lot more...metallic than you'd originally thought it would be. You re-opened your eyes to see yourself clothed safely in the giant hand of another mech. The black ninja's mech. Ooh boy, you couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

He lifted the mech's hand up and gently tipped you into the cockpit. You yelped a little as you slid down but after you were in the confines of the ninja's mech you felt a lot calmer. For about two seconds anyway. That's when you remembered you were sharing a rather confined space with your favourite ninja and you screamed internally so loud that it actually hurt your ears. Your heart was thumping and you didn't think it was all from the adrenaline of all the events prior to this moment.

You stood behind him as he continued to control his mech through his DJ decks. He had his headphones on but you could hear the music loud and clear, the bass line especially. You didn't mind though, it was a good remix. You hadn't heard it before. You wondered if maybe this mysterious person made this music himself. Man, he was so cool.

"Are you alright?" He briefly glanced at you as you stood behind him, clinging to a lever on the wall with an iron grip as you both swung back and forth. How was he keeping upright like that? He was turning so ferociously.

"Yeah...Yeah, I think so!" You tried hard to get your words out, and you thought you had done well considering how close you were in proximity to the guy. "Thank you!"

"No problem! I'm gonna have to drop you off when I finish cleaning up the city of Garmadon's men, hope you don't mind." Of course you didn't, why would you mind? Did he not realize how big of a deal he was? Maybe he didn't have as big of a following as the green or red ninja. Maybe he just didn't care. He didn't seem like the kind of person who cared.

"That's okay, I'll let you get on with it." He grunted and spun his records accordingly. You watched from behind as he took out enemies one by one, making some kind of rock or earth related pun every so often. You giggled at all of them, and each time you did he would look back at you. You could tell he was smiling. The fact he was smiling at you made your grin back wider with a blush on your face. You knew you never had a chance with him, but hey, you could enjoy the time you were having together as this was probably never gonna happen again. Then you could tell Cole about how you actually made the ninja of earth smile.

A good ten minutes passed before you heard a voice coming in through an intercom.

"Alright guys, I've defeated Garmadon. Have you got all his men?"

"I think so." The male in front of you spoke aloud and slowed down his mech until it came to a standstill. "I just gotta drop someone off, I'll meet you guys back at the base."

"Ooh, you got a lady in there?" You snorted and blushed like crazy as you covered your face.

"More than you'll ever get, red ninja." All the other ninja laughed and 'ooh'ed through their communicators. Even you joined in with an 'oh snap' and your savior looked behind at you with a cheerful gaze. He stepped towards you and held out his hand for you to take.

"I'm afraid we gotta jump down. You aren't afraid of heights are you?" Usually, you would be, however this time you knew you were in safe hands. This guy was a professional. He knew what he was doing. As long as you followed his exact instructions you knew you would be totally fine. So you responded by taking his hand and letting him help you get down from his mech.

It didn't take much. He picked you up and carried you on his back as he quickly jumped down to the ground. As he was doing that you looked at the streets of Ninjago. It was destroyed, yet again. Buildings annihilated and debris of machinery everywhere. You really hoped no one got seriously hurt, or worse.

As you planted your feet back on the floor you thanked the ninja for taking care of you.

"No sweat! Just doin' my job." You nodded at him and crossed your arms, squeezing your flesh slightly as you stood there awkwardly. You waited for him to leave but he didn't seem so eager. It's like he wanted to say something else to you but he didn't know what it was.

"I liked your puns." You said. He blinked a couple of times and scratched the back of his head.

"Hah, really?"

"Yeah, they were funny." He laughed a little and shrugged as he brought his arms to rest against his chest crossed over one another. He thanked you and that's pretty much where that conversation ended. Silence was reserved for the next few seconds before the ninja spoke up again, almost with a tone of sadness in his voice.

"I should get back to my team. They're probably-" before he could finish that sentence, one of the crab mech's that belonged to Garmadon came scuttling in and grabbed ahold of the black ninja. He hissed as the tips of the claw clamp dug into his skin, the blunt tips still hurting his body despite their lack of sharpness. He tried to break his way out but unfortunately, he couldn't move that well in the contraption. The soldier controlling the mini mech was grinning wildly as he drove away. You chased after the mech, frantically reaching for it as if you had some magic ability to switch it off with your hands.

The earth ninja struggled and thrashed as he desperately tried to escape the mech's clutches. He was strong, sure, but there was only so much you could do with your arms when they were stuck by your side. All he had were his legs but they weren't doing a great deal of damage. The soldier only laughed as he maneuvered his machine around a corner.

"Garmadon is gonna be so happy when he sees what I caught." The ninja bares his teeth at him and continued to attempt to break free. You were still close behind him, actually able to keep up with the thing (in all fairness though these things weren't that quick). You weren't sure what you were gonna do when you eventually ran in front of it. Wouldn't he just run you over? Or he could try and grab you too. What if you just went back to Cole's mech and contacted the other ninja? No...there wasn't enough time for that. Thinking on your feet, you grabbed a piece of rubble and carried it alongside you. You'd picked something that you knew you could carry but could also do (some) damage and began trying to increase your pace. It was little more difficult now with this weighted objected in your arms, but you refused to give up. If Garmadon captured one of the ninja then he would have leverage and the last thing that guy needed was leverage.

With all your might you ran straight past the crab mech and stopped in front of it, chucking the heavy concrete slab directly in the enemies face and causing him to fall off the mech and into the road. The machine didn't halt though. You cursed as you speedily jumped onto the thing and frantically tried to figure out what all the buttons did. You pushed each button and pulled each lever, accidentally shooting explosives at buildings and causing even more havoc. You tried to remain calm but it was becoming hard to keep a grip on your emotions. You freaking out so bad.

Finally, you pressed the one button that unclamped the black ninja and left him rolling along the gravel. He tumbled away as you continued to stumble forward, grabbing ahold of the two levers either side of you and attempting to regain control before you crashed and hurt yourself. You didn't succeed and instead bailed before you fell off the side and into the watery abyss below. You scarped your knee a little upon exiting, but other than that you were fine.

You pushed yourself off of the ground and slowly got back up onto your feet. It was quite the challenge though, as you were still rather dizzy. With a groan and a hand to the forehead, you balanced yourself and stood up. You turned yourself around to check and see if the black ninja was okay when you halted. Your eyes widened in utter shock and your whole body seemed to freeze. Both of you did.

Your's and Cole's.

Your pupils remained locked onto one another as you weren't sure what to do. The earth ninja...was Cole?! Was this seriously happening?

Before you could ask him about it, he fled back to his mech. It took you a few seconds to follow after him, calling "wait" in the hopes he would stop and let you talk to him. However, he didn't. He jumped back into the cockpit of his mech and drove away as fast as he could without nearly running you over. You slowed down once you knew you weren't gonna catch up to him, hands on your hips and your heart racing. You were utterly exhausted. All this running around was not good.

You let yourself fall to the ground in a heap and catch your breath. You looked up at the blue skies above and quietly thought to yourself. Cole was one of the secret ninja force that protected Ninjago from Garmadon. That was nuts, you didn;t see that coming at all. But now that you thought about it, you did notice a lot of similarities between Cole and his ninja counterpart. For one they both were obsessed with music, secondly, they both wore a lot of black (or just dark colours in general). And now that you knew it was Cole, their voices were identical.

Oh well, why dwell on it now? You knew his identity and that was huge. Question was, what now?

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I Love Healing

i wrote this when i was tryin to vent but i have no idea how to fuckin vent so instead i. tried to write out healings entire bg lmao a lot of brain stuff was goin on so it might not b. the best piece of literature uve ever read

some misc facts and other htings might b missing bc (points at how fucked my brain was and also how fuckin VAST healings character is and how much development he has)

//warnin theres kinda crass and sensitive language or whatever and there will b mentions of diff kinds of abuse in his story and other not good things under cut so my bad but i wasnt in a good state of mind and tryin to tag n warn u abt it all is skjncfdvav plus this was a vent post for me originally anyways lmao

//another warning lmao under the cut is a Wall Of Text there is a LOT of stuff under cut like 6000+ words so like. warned ya my pals

healing is my favorite fuckin oc and p much. why i fuckin stay alive sknfsef he means so so much to me and has so much meaning to me and is very very very very very very very important to me i fucking Love healing okay i project a lot (i.e All Of Myself) onto healing so he is p much almost quite literally me and vice versa but also not rlly??? its weird and complicated lmao i Love this man tho no one will ever love him more than i do i will fuckin Fight you hes so improtant to me

he is 57 yrs old, his birthday is march 17 but also dec 5th (its complicated) but mostly march 17, his favorite color is red not only bc im projecting but his first loves fav color was also red, he is 5″7 ft tall, hes very silly and kooky and tries his best to become happy and heal and learn and atone for what hes done and expereinced, he LOVES the sea and the ocean and anything relating them like the sea/ocean is very very very important to him for multiple reasons, also loves rabbits and goats and has 2 pet goats (i like to call em his service animals lol)

healing was born to both pure blood tiefling parents, his mother was a servant/slave that belonged on a ship and his father basically just knocked her up, he never met or knew anything about his father other than that he was a tiefling and misc stuff his mom/other servants had told him. his dad is mordecai ahkrah and hes chaotic evil and genuinely a very fucking awful person, his mom is ariarei kallies and is just?? kinda a chatoic neutral, maybe more of a lawful evil, but she has a very bad selfish personality and nasty. she holds no maternal feelings for healing and only sees him as a nuisance and only takes care of him (taking care of him means. The Bare Minimum. i.e- makin sure hes just Not Dead) bc she has to and kinda forcced to. healing does not see ariarei as his mother, but “as the woman who birthed me / brought me into this world” and stuff like that and therefore holds no feelings towards her like a child would w their mother, over the years, healing considers the ocean/sea as his mother more than ariarei and is more emotionally connected to the sea

healings mom actually never named him, he was nameless/had no name up until the age of 27-28. both his mom and the owners of the ship and whoever hired him always only ever called him “boy”, “child”, “it”, “thing”, “errand boy”, “chore boy”, and names like that bc he never had a name and no one bothered to give him one. both his mom and the owners/ppl who hired him treated him very very poorly and did abuse him frequently in many different ways and manners (lmao projects myself onto my oc) so he has a lot of feelings and experiences w lots of kinds of traumas and abuse

he most specifically received a lot of physical abuse especially from ppl and verbal abuse, some but not too much emotional abuse, and also a handful of sexual abuse. at the time, he thought it was fine and normal and did not realized he was being abused bc “this is just how life is” bc he had literally. never heard of or experienced anything else other than a shit life.

he didnt rlly think anything of the poor treatment or the abuse bc this was all he ever knew, he grew up this way, so he thought it was normal and thought everyone didnt feel anything and if they did OF COURSE theyd b negative feelings, bc thats all u (healing at the time) r capable of feeling. he doesnt get out of this mentality until hes around 18-22

he receives a handful of scars and marks from his time as a servant, he got his first scar when he was a literal Baby bc he was cryin out and his ma got mad and upset abt and scratched his face thus resulting in his lip scar. when he was like 5-7 he met this other servant kid who had The Very Opposite mindset he had and was v bright and optimistic and he dragged healing along when he played and he broke smth and healing took the cover not bc he wanted to save this kid but bc it would be less troublesome bc then the current owner would only have to punish 1 child and the other kid was well liked on the ship unlike healing so then the morale of the servants wouldnt be affected. the owner beat him up p bad but it Wasnt Enough so he smashed healings face into the wooden boards so hard it Broke The Board and also broke his right horn, this also gave his scarring above his brow and stuff up to the broken horn. another prominent scar he has that holds memory to him is the scar on his chest above his heart, where he got that from a case where he was sexually abused and his abuser threatened to tear out his heart if he kept bein a brat. he has NO SCARS on his tail tho, but thats literally bc up until he was w morgan, he was just Lucky in not havin his tail injured. from the time he met morgan and beyond, he then started to actively protect his tail from harm and from ppl touchin it bc morgan said he rlly liked his tail and how it looked and how cool it was and from then on hes liek Oh

he constantly worked when he was of age to and started w small things and worked up to doin manual labor and other things, he only stayed w his mom up until the age of 11-12, after that they were separately sold to different ships and never saw eaqch other again. from that point on, he was switched around a few different ships and buyers, but was otherwise was still just treated as cargo and property like he had been the past few years.

the ship he was on at the age of 17 was stopped and liberated by a man named morgan wake (also can be written as morgain), a human sailor captain (some kind of good, leanin on neutral or chaotic) who specializes in trade, cargo, and just transportation, but also will sell his abilities to fight/go into war or battle and liberates slave ships on his free time lol morgan becomes a Very Very Very important person to healing and is ESSENTIAL to shaping healing into who he is now. healing slowly falls in love with morgan over the years, but never tells morgan abt these feelins bc 1) he doesnt kno what the FUCk hes feelin lmao this boy has only experienced negative emotions and feelings up until he met morgan and 2) he thinks morgan will think hes weird or wrong or gross or smth. healing had absolutealy NO PLACE and NO ONE to go to after he was liberated so morgan saw this and was like Hey. You Should Come Work Under Me For MY Ship. morgan is a BIG BIG BIG guy on justice and equality and stuff for ALL PEOPLE and EVERYONE so this is also a reason why he let healing onto his ship of mostly humans and half-elves and halflings and also this part abt morgan rubs off on healing so healing also becomes a big guy on justice and equality and stuff

the ship morgan owns is a Lil prejudiced againt tieflings so they arent jumpin for joy when morgan makes healing his first mate at the age of 19 bc theyre. Gently Racist over tieflings but morgan kicks their ass and makes healing his first mate and right hand man anyways. at this point, healing is still nameless bc morgan tells him “i cant give you a name, a name is really important, its your identity and what makes you YOU, its ur soul and ur dreams and ur hopes, its YOU, you hear a name and u think of that person etc etc etc” and rlly cheesy stuff like that pertaining to names so morgan is Vehemently against naming healing and instead calls him “buddy”, “pal”, “friend”, “best friend”, “first mate”, “mate”, and other various nicknames made over the years. he was very adamant on having healing name himself and refused to call him by a name that someone else gave him bc healing told him abt his mom and how he said that his mom wasnt rlly a mother in the first place

morgan knows Everything abt healing and healing w him vice versa bc when they first met and healing was still in his Uhm Nothing Matters Ill Tell You Everything mindset, he told morgan the story abt all his scars and what has happened to him up until that point and what people have done to him. morgan is truly very genuinely heartbroken over this?? bc healing was just Born into this world of shit and awful things that he didnt deserve and also the fact that healing just spoke of his abuse so freely and casually as if it meant nothing and didnt matter and healings view on his own life and life in general due to how he has lived so far and morgan makes it his personal mission to help healing grow out of this and start to become more Alive and less :| and :/ abt life

morgan becomes very important for and to healing bc like. he literally taught healing Emotions and how amazing and happy and good life can be. morgan taught healing how to Be Alive and Want To Be Alive and how to Feel. before when he was a servant, he was literally just a Shell and genuinely thought life was Supposed to just be inherently shitty and ur suposed to always expereince bad htings and ALWAYS feel ONLY bad negative emotions and feelings.he thought that if he died, it wouldnt matter AT ALL bc he would easily b replaced by another servant and his life had literally no meaning and he genuinely thought he would die before the age of 20 and he was Okay with that he thought it was fine he thought it was okay to not expect to live past 20-25 and etc etc etc.

when he saved healing, morgain was already quite old-ish?? he was 30 yrs old when healing (at the time, age 17) met him. healnig didnt rlly start to fall in love until around age 19 just some time b4 morgan made him first mate. over the years that healing is on morgans ship, he becomes who he is bc of morgan and he learns things abt himself and who he is and builds himself bc of morgan and he becomes who healing is in these very moments that he spends with morgan and rightly falls in love because of it bc morgan Saved Him from so many things. morgan took an empty husk and shell of a man that had Began as empty and put smth in it. he had breathed life into an empty bag and made music, he had taken a broken branch and carved a nice ass figure. morgan took something with nothing and gave him Everything. healing has such a strong connection and attachment to morgan yall cant even begin to understsand it. Runs So Deep in healing, this lov and feeling and attachment he has to morgan

morgan also rlly rlly rlly Rlly likes and appreciates healing and actually also loves healing in the same way, but doesnt tell healing for the same reasons why healing wont tell morgan. they spend the next 10 yrs basically unknowingly pining over each other bc theyre too fuckin afraid to tell each other bc they think the other is gonna b homophobic and its Awful. but also like. sailors back in the day were Rlly Gay so healing and morgan have had their fair share of mutual masturbation and Very Gay Activities w each other bu they were never in the context of romance or in a relationship beyond like. Rlly Rlly Good Best Friends lmao like sex friends but better??

bc healing. was never fuckin educated lmao he doesnt kno how to read or write. over the years he spends with morgan, he BARELY understand the alphabet tbh. he can like,,,,,, understand certain words but he doesnt recognize those words as words they register kinda like symbols in his head. numbers r even WORSE for healing lmao. like he understands map terms north, east, west, south, map, longitude/latitude, etc etc but he recognizes the words as like pictures or symbols in his head that relate to object or meaning or smth, kinda how u see a lil pic of a tree and u recognize it as a tree, thats him w words. healing was morgans first mate and co-captain for 10 years, he often went with morgan to negotiations and business meetings and trades and etc etc etc healing is VERY good w his words bc of this and is actually rlly smart and intelligent and wise. he just cant read or write lol. he has a +0 intelligence on his sheet but a +3 wisdom

healing lives the next 10 yrs of his life after being liberated at the age of 17 to 27 w morgan and his ship and his crew and hes enjoying himself and livin it to the fullest and hes happy and its so good and all is well, but also keep in mind that healing, through out all of these 10 yrs, has STILL not have a name for himself yet. BUT morgan HAS given healing a seashell necklace as well as his ear piercings. he wears these items everyday and they hold like. a lot of emotional important and support for him

but then morgan dies LMAO morgan dies at the age of 40 when healing is 27 and he dies from both sickness from old age (bc sailors back then. died p early skdjfnwsndv) and also from an injury wound he had gotten when in battle earlier that month. morgans death strikes his crew very harshly but without a doubt everyone on the ship agreed that healing was the MOST hurt and affected and shaken from morgans death. morgans last words and also his will states that he wanted healing to become the new captain of the ship. healing doesnt rlly become the new captain bc hes too busy mourning over his death for the next yr.

morgan and healing NEVER tell each other abt their feelings for one another, so morgan dies with this regret of never saying anything and healing lives with the regret of never saying anything before he died. this plays into how healing chose his name

after his mourning and grieving period he starts to slowly collect himself and in this period of time, this is where he finally chooses his name. he thinks abt how morgan was never able to call him by a proper name despite how important names were to morgan, so as hes starting to heal from his death, he picks his own name for himself. he debated on choosing his name as love, bc he loved morgan but never told him despite the fact that morgan quite literally taught him how to love. but he decides on the name healing bc he also thought abt how morgan said how he wanted to help healing start to mend and heal from all the trauma and abuse hes been through and healing sort of just shoved love into that process of healing, therefore That Is His Name Now. his name is now like. an important memoir of morgan as well as like. His Name. his name now holds a very hefty important weight and meaning to him now.

when morgan dies, he makes a lot of vows to himself like how hell never love someone again and how he would keep up morgans work and how he would keep morgans policy of justice and equality and how he would never treat people the way he was treated as a servant and how he would never hurt someone on purpose. after morgans death, he starts to like. hoard items he thinks morgan would have liked and then eventually this just turns from “hoarding for morgan” to “depression coping hoarding” and he just hoards things he thinks has some use or worth of value (which is like. Everything lmao so he never throws stuff away)

the ship crew are not All That Happy that healing is their new captain, but they really did intensely respect and appreciated morgan both as a captain and an individual so they abide by his will and last words and let healing be captain despite the fact that they thought hed b bad at it. but Surprise Surprise healing is actually rlly rlly good at being a captain bc he spent 10 yrs by morgans side and he knows how to do everything rlly well and the crew r kind of surprised and apologize for sterotypin him and for being so prejudiced and not trustin him and etc etc etc and healing is happy for another long while bc now he has like?? a family?? this crew was now his family and he loved everyone on this ship and they loved him?? he was Rlly Good at what he did bc he took over morgans work of trade and also liberating ships and sellin his time to fight for ppl and he was super close to his crew and they grew closer over the yrs and they give him a seashell bracelet similar to how morgan gave him the necklace and earrings so now healing has like. a physical object to associate his emotional relationship and feelings and shit to like he did for morgan w the necklace and earrings

but ofc knowin me its time to Fuck Him Over Again lmao over the yrs while hes in his 30s hes gets like. Rlly Rlly Rlly well known for his deeds and his work and actions so he gets super popular and he has. A Lotta Sex and is Very Well Known for sex and also his dick lol and also sometimes got into. not so hot relationships. at current time right now, age of 57, healing has 5 children he isnt aware of bc he left the other person before they even Knew they were pregnant. he was rlly good with not letting his partner get pregnant but accidents happen lmao sometimes he let the fame and popularity get to his head so he was kind of a Cocky Narcissistic Dick sometimes

a total of 5 times during his 30s he got himself into. very bad toxic abusive manipulative relationships. these 5 people were all very similar in what they did to healing and how they did it to him. in each of these 5 cases, both healing and his crew reacted the same. when u hang out w manipulative bad ppl, u kinda become manipulative and bad urself, and thats what happened w healing and his crew. these 5 ppl preyed on the fact that healing was emotionally very weak and vulnerable to romantic affection and intimacy and how he had a Rlly Rlly Big Fear of losing people he loved or cared about. they made him care abt them and threatened to leave him if he didnt do what they wanted, as well as abuse him in other different manners physically, emotionally (BIG TIME emotional abuse), verbally, and mentally. during the itme he was in these relationships w these ppl, healing was very much not like his usual self, hes a chatoic neutral but when w theswe ppl he was like?? lawful evil?? true evil?? he became Rlly Bad and did Rlly Bad things that, now in current day time he regrets deeply and feels.

when he was in these relationships, they made him break a lot of the vows he took when morgan died or else theyd do smth to him or to themself ot to his crew or smth like that and it haunts him to this very day abt how he could have done those things to those people despite the fact that the same was done to him and how he NEVER wanted to do that to other people. it dredges bad things up in his memories and in his heart and he has nightmares abt both his traumas and abuse as well as the traumas and abuse hes made others go through. these people hurt him very deeply in his 30s and scarred him emotionally and mentally more intensely than the people that mistreated him when he was a servant

his 30s was a. Rollercoaster tbh. he went thru very intense and frequent highs and lows bc the time when he was with these people they were his Very Very Low Lows and when he wasnt with them and just doing his job w his crew and livin life he was very happy and his life took on a Very Good High. as he got a lil older at the age of 37 he was doing good and it was a high during his lifetime and that point and when he was 37 he was actually on his ship hunting down a bandit/pirate ship bc someone had bought his ships and effort to help them track down this ship

he has a lot of adventures in his 30s and goes thru so many things and and thru so many situations and so many people and encountered just. A Lot Of Stuff in General. hes experienced probs like. 2 lifetime of experiences and shit by the age of 37 lmao but he wouldnt trade any of these experiences, good or bad, for ANYTHING in the world

but sadly (bc i love makin his life so full of angst) as hes chasing this ship, a Rlly Big Storm comes by and fuckin. WRECKS his ship. absolutely obliterates it. it catches fire and tons of his crew members r jumpin off and panicking and the ship is falling apart and hes so AAAAAAAAAAAAA rn. in the future, the imagery of a sunken or turned up or just in general not normal 100% functioning ship is very unsettling to him and triggers this rlly bad memory. also Rlly Rlly Rlly BIG BIG fires unsettle him very badly and makes him Extremely Uncomfortable but it doesnt rlly trigger this bad memory as much as broken ships do

healing is knocked from the ship and passed out and when he awakes hes on the shore with the remains of wood from his ship along the shore and he is. absolutely broken. he lost his Whole Family in one night and yet he was the one who didnt die?? he assumes everyone on his crew ship died (even tho some survived but he has yet to encounter them) and he was the only one who survived and at the moment he HATED this fact. he hated that he was left to live and he reverts back to his mindset that he had when he was younger how his life didnt matter and etc etc etc

hes also??????????? SUPER upset and heartbroken that the sea was the one who did this to him. the ocean, to which he was born and raised on (he has never lived on land in the past 37 yrs of his life, hes been on land and stayed overnight at inns or smth and stuff but hes never Lived anywhere on land and thinks houses r Weird bc hes lived on a boats and ships for 37 yrs kjefnvslefv), the ocean to which he considered his real mother, the ocean that granted him so much freedom from so much of the things that hes experienced, the ocean to which he was so deeply emotionally connected to and how much the sea had meant to him. he knows he cannot control the sea and accepts that the sea had sunken his ship but that doesnt mean hes not going to still feel sad and shitty abt it lol

he Basically has a meltdown at this shore and cursin at how he should have been the one to die in this wreck and passes out bc. exhaustion and etc lmao. and then in comes Love Interest #2, noel, a neutral good wood elf monk who, just like morgan, is a very free spirit and very kind and reminds healing just enough of morgan to make his heart start to feel something again

noel sees this tieflin dude passed out on the beach and is like. Oh. Thats Not Good. and he goes to help him out and brings him back to his campsite to patch him up and heal his wounds and take care of him and nurture him back to health a bit until healing wakes up.

healing is like HWHA and is like uhhhh thnks but i gotta Go Now bc Yet Again in this mnoment he vows a bunch of other shit like how hell live a life of solitude and never involve himself w others bc he thinks of himself as a harbinger of bad things and chaos and doom and misfortune follows him and how everyone he loves or tells them abt his life/story dies

but noel is too friendly and caring to just Let Him Go and hes just rlly interested in healing just as an individual and just also wants a companion to travel w bc hes just like a wandering monk who weaves in and out of woods and forests and villages and stuff

fast forward- after a Lot of effort and A Lot of time and A Lot of trust and such, healing slowly Very Very Slowly opens up to noel about himself and his life and what hes gone though and all of the sort of bad and good things hes experienced and grows closer to him and they fall in llove with each other and its both mutual and healing is like “wow??? being in love is so nice?? this is such a good feeling?? i love noel and he loves me back and we can kiss and hug and do stuff and both of us know we are doing this out of mutual romantic attraction??????????” and this is like. A Brand New Feeling for healing bc his relationship and love for morgan was 100% unrequited

noel basically becomes healings teacher tbh since noel is a monk he teaches healing the way of bein a monk most specifically the way of the 4 elements. noel is a master of the way of the 4 elements, but is best w earth and air, healing has such a strong attachment to the water and a close relation with fire so hes naturally like. rlly good w those 2 lmao he catches on real quick despite the fact that. only noel is teaching him and neither of them belong to a temple or have a temple to go to lmao

as time goes on both healing and noel are like. kinda famous monks that travel through the land and are well known bc healing was already previously well known as a rlly rlly cool famous captain and now he kinda dropped off the face of the earth for like 5 yrs but now hes back w noel and he looks a lil diff now bc hes older and his hairs a lil longer but ppl are aware that hes healing

its all good and healing is enjoying life real nice rn and hes happy once again and hes in love with noel and noel is in love with healing and its so good and healing is traveling again but also like. up until he was 37 yrs old he was like livin at sea on a ship. so when he goes along w noel when they travel through the woods on land its kinda Weird for him bc hes like. Never Been On Land For This Long lmao

from the moment he was stranded on that beach to right now in his current time, healing ALWAYS has smth of the sea/ocean w him ALWAYS it is a must and he has to have it for multiple reasons and most of the reasons are for like. safety reasons?? theyre like his safety items it calms him down and soothes him in multiple ways like emotionally and mentally. he ALWAYS has at LEAST 1 (one) bottle or flask or SOMETHING filled w sea water he always has some sea water on him, he also just. collects a MASSIVE amount of shells and sea glass and any other things u could find on the beach or sea he always has some of this stuff on him for comfort and stuff

like with all of the deep and intimate and important and emotional relationships in his life, noel gives healing smth that he can attach noel to emotionally and etc etrc etc. noel gives healing tattoos that are like monk tattoos and symbolize what he does best on his back i.e fire and water and also a few like. just fun lil casual tattoos to make healing and himself happy like a boat and anchor on his wrist and stuff and healing is like Oh Gee Hope Nothing Bad Happens

but smth bad does happen lol. after 10 literal yrs (healing is now 47) theyre in the woods camping out and etc etc etc and its like the dead of night and theyre sleepin in their tents and its good and all but then some bandits or smth just pass by their site and decide “hey. lets fuckin loot this place and fuck shit up” and they do and engage in combat w noel and healing and its just a series of unfortunate events and bad luck and timing and long story short these bandits do lethal and fatal damage to noel but healing manages to fend em off and they go running and now healing is kneeling over the dying body of his lover

noel literally dies in healings arms and this event triggers all of his previous mental state and mindset from before abt how hes a harbinger of bad things and how everyone he loves does and he only brings misfortune and hes liike “y do the ppl around me die???? y cant *I* be the one to die for once??? wtf????” and he feels so many emotions and is so ANGRY at himself bc This Just Keeps happening and the people he loves just keep Getting Hurt and he cries and buries noel and makes a grave and does a lot of sentimental stuff and mourns and just stays where he is in the woods for like. weeks until his supplies runs out and he finally leaves the area of the forest hes in with a heavy… Everything slkdfnvsdkfs fvhesfdnviksfd hes RLLY intensely emotionally and mentally fucked now

he makes the same kinds of vows as before again plus some but now its even STRONGER. he Will Not EVER fall in love ever again, he will never tell anyone ANYTHING abt him thats not surface level info, he takes up his old vows like never hurt ppl on purpose and never treating him the way he was treated and how he will upkeep his code of justice and equality, and how he will NEVER EVER have any deep relationships and friendships and he will keep them very surface level and how he will keep everyone at like an arms distance and a half from him

and so he mourns over his lost loved ones and is just a fuckin angsty emotionally shut and locked up traveling tiefling monk and hes alone and just. travels bc he feels like if he stays in one place too long he might bring misfortune to the ppl around him and he just. BASICALLY keeps this up for ANOTHER 10 yrs dsfkjvnsenfvedv je travels around EVERYWHERE and the first few years he tried his best to avoid rlly thick wooded areas and the sea but eventually he grew and healed a bit more and allowed himself to get on boats again and go thru forests and woods

healing chose his name bc he wanted to heal and grown and change and become a better person and try his best to just be as happy as he could be and to atone for what hes done and just. try to get thru life at this point. and make sure he leaves people better than when he meets them and to make sure everyone he encounters have AT LEAST a Not Bad impression of him. so thats basically what his goal is after noel dies and he just travels on his own and in solitude and he nevers takes along a companion and is jsut by himself and quite literally isolates himself all the time. he keeps the people he talks to at an arm and a halfs distance, he never lets them know anything below surface level info abt him, he like?? basically puts on a front and all but he is still genuinely friendly and likes to talk to ppl he just. doesnt want them to know any like Substantial Info abt him or kno him beyond surface level and stuff

after some time tho he meets a man named elias aka MAN OF THE HOUR aka my datefriends oc and he jsut?? will NOT leave healing alone he just WILL NOT go away and he basically just. is forcibly at healings side as they travel and healing just CANNOT get rid of him and elias is just with him and hes trying to pry thru healings massive amounts of layers and walls and barriers and etc etc etc and ofc he does this respectfully hes not like. forcing his way into healings life and forcing healing to tell him abt his life he just. wants to kno more abt him and is very genuinely attracted to this man in many many ways

healing realizes he cant force elias to go away and is just like (shrugs) ok w/e guess i cant get rid of u and tries to keep his walls and his front up but he just finds himself getting rlly comfortable w elias?? he finds his presence soothing and stuff bc hes been alone for the past previous yrs and now he has a companion again and its a rlly nice feeling and they grow a lil closer bit by bit over time

more time passes on and eventually, in the middle of a mental break/meltdown, healing just. Spills Everything to elias like. All Of His Life from the moment he was born until this current faction in time where hes sobbing into elias’ arm about his whole life and he feels kind of better and its okay for a while and he just passes out in elias’ arms but then he wakes up and has a panic attack and is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I TOLD THIS MAN MY ENTIRE LIFE I HAVE TO LEAVE NOW OR HELL DIE I RLLY LIKE HIM THO I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE and he faces the facts that he 1) likes elias 2) is very internally and mentally fukt 3) is internally rlly fuckin secretive and tries to hide everythin abt himself and 4) is Dyin Real Bad for multiple reasons

elias tries to reassure healing and tries to tell him everything will be fine and he wont die and etc etc etc and stuff and from this point on forward healing and elias are much closer and continue to get closer until theyre basically in a relationship and its difficult tbh bc healing rlly wants to leave elias out of his fear but elias stays w him and its a long proccess and journey for healing to learn how to properly cope w all of the things hes felt and experienced and grow and heal and etc et ect

eventually fast forward in time, at the age of 57, healing is MARRIED to elias :’’) and they r in love and everything is okay and healing has and is continuing to learn how to accept what hes done and how to properly cope and deal w things and have less walls and barriers and be better and elias is one of his MOST important relationships to him, on par w morgan and noel, and its all good and happy and healing lives the rest of his life out w elias and dies happy and etc etc etc and its all just GREAT and also their shipname is heelies bc its funny lmao

i left out a lotta details but fuckin. whatever lmao

anyways i love healing thnk u and good night

#oc:healing #time for some fucking HOT ASS meta and bg info about this boy lmao #i would die for healing

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