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yongility · 7 months ago

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NEO TV # I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I'M WITH YOU. (jaehyun x reader) 5/?

genre: angst, suggestive, gang au, rich kid au, enemies to lovers (kinda), a lil of fluffy stuff. slowburn, series.

warnings: drug use mentions, gangs, fights, use of weapons, adult language, illegal activities, cheating (not on the main couple), toxic family environment, addictions, manipulation, insecurities, illegal street racing, death mentions. jeno is jaehyun's younger brother, angst, smut and if I slip something my bad haha.

word count: +10k?

a/n: IT'S YONGILITY COMEBACK!!!! Haha I'm sorry this took too long to post!! But I wasn’t feeling it y'know? I couldn’t write anyyyyything to my liking, I was like in a block mood:( but here it is. IM SORRY I gotta confess that it faces me the ick when I try to write smut HAHAHHA but some of you asked so i deliver 🙂‍↔️.

I'm sorry if this is too long TT, but this is kinda a slowburn? it might contain a lot of parts so wait for part 6! One of the reasons this is long af it's because I would like to show you how Jaehyun and (Y/ N's life is before they get together! So pls pls don't skip anything I hope you like it!

if you want to be in the taglist, just lemme know;) enjoy!

When the atmosphere had changed; when the music no longer thumped in their ears and the roar of the engines was left behind, the silence was torturous in the strange scene they found themselves in.

It was rare to see Jung Jaehyun, Wong Lucas, and Mark Lee in the same place these days.

It had been almost a year since they had last properly spoken to Mark, and that last time had not been very pleasant.

Lucas preferred to bury that memory deep in his mind, where he could almost forget it; however, Jaehyun remembered it vividly… he recalled shouting, hurtful words, and maybe even a fight…

And now, being there, in Lucas's house, face to face, felt almost like a dramatic scene. Lucas could feel the strong tension between the two boys in front of him; they had been at his house for quite a while but hadn't said a word since they arrived, and it was making him nervous.

“What do you know and how do you know it?” Jaehyun blurted out harshly, his arms crossed over his chest, staring intently at Mark.

Mark let out a sigh and swallowed slowly.

Jaehyun's gaze was never easy to hold.

Talking about the incident with Winwin and everything that had happened as a result was something that still moved him, and it was hard to find just the right words.

But he had to do it.

Jaehyun needed closure as much as he did.

“After our argument that day, I really needed answers. I couldn’t see what had happened and do nothing,” he began to explain. “The nights were endless for me, I went days without sleeping, the situation with Winwin really affected me… and that’s when I found Qian Kun. He… he’s from China, like Winwin. Right now, he’s not related to any gang, but… he knows a lot of people, here and there, he has a lot of contacts. He told me he would help me find out who sent those people to Winwin’s house.”

“In exchange for what?” Lucas questioned.

“Protection,” Mark answered curtly without looking at either of the two boys in front of him. “Kun fled the gang he was part of in China… he has no support from anyone. Kun knows a lot about many people in that gang, he was one of the youngest members to join. He knows everything about them and thinks they will come looking for him one day… if they aren’t already,” he explained.

Jaehyun kept his gaze fixed on him but now with a hint of confusion.

“Why would you trust someone who fled his gang? You didn’t even know him before, the guy just showed up and offered to find all this information for you?” Jaehyun asked incredulously. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like bullshit to me,” he said to Lucas. “How do we know he isn’t lying?”

“Why should we believe you?” Lucas now questioned.

“There would be no reason for me to lie about this,” Mark clarified while still under the questioning gazes of the boys in front of him. “Kun and I have common interests.”

“What’s Kun’s story?” Lucas asked. “Why did he leave his gang to come to SM City?”

“Is that really necessary?”

“I don’t trust someone who fled their gang,” Jaehyun responded.

Mark sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “People from his gang killed his girlfriend in front of him,” he said shortly.

Lucas and Jaehyun flinched at the thought of the sight Kun must have seen, and they both kept quiet.

“They thought she was a mole. That she was selling whatever type of information she heard from Kun to their rival gang,” Mark continued. “They shot her in front of him. No second thoughts. Nothing… He was going to propose the day after that.”

Jaehyun always knew that gang life came with a lot of risks. He knew there would always be fights, threats, and in the worst-case scenario… he knew death was just around the corner. He knew he was hurt from his friend's accident, but he couldn’t imagine the kind of pain this Kun guy had felt when his girlfriend was killed right in front of him.

To know that the person you loved most… with whom you were committed to building a life together, creating something new; vanished so quickly that you couldn’t even say goodbye. To have imagined a life with that person, only to have any beautiful illusion you created in such a horrible life taken away.

Not even the good moments could be enjoyed while they were part of Neo Zone.

“That’s why he fled,” Mark continued. “The night his girlfriend was killed, Kun left the city, he couldn’t even say goodbye to her. That’s why he knows they are looking for him, they think he’s also selling information,” he finished.

“So…” Lucas cleared his throat.

“So Kun understands what it felt like when I tried to find answers as to why, why they did that to Sicheng's family. And he decided to help me, in exchange for being able to take shelter in my house and for me to provide him protection.”

“That guy is staying at your house?” Jaehyun asked incredulously.

“It’s part of the deal,” Mark replied. “Look guys, what I’m about to tell you is crucial information… and I’m not here to tell you expecting us to do something about it. I just know that you need closure just as much as I did,” he commented as he approached them.

“I don’t need closure,” Jaehyun said. “I need to make them suffer the same way Winwin has been suffering for the past year”

“There’s no way to do that,” Mark assured. “And before anything, I… I really want to apologize to you. Especially to you, Jaehyun.” Mark turned his gaze to the mentioned boy and could notice the coldness in his eyes.

“You blamed me” Jaehyun said with a deep voice. “You put the blame on me” he repeated.

“I was angry, okay? And I know that doesn’t justify anything, but I was hurt and I didn’t what to do” Mark explained.

“So was I! Do you know how many times I couldn’t sleep thinking of your words? How they may be true? How many times I tried to imagine what would have happened if I stayed with Sicheng instead of going to make that delivery? When you put the blame on me, I blamed myself day and night. The three first months I couldn’t even go to see Winwin on the hospital without thinking that was my fault. I was so angry with you, with myself that u didn’t knew if I could kept going… and when I realized that it wasn’t my fault… I told myself that I would do anything to find who did it and that I have to do the same thing to them so they would know how Winwin is feeling every passing day.”

The frustration in Jaehyun's voice was noticeable. Lucas understood his friend; after all, he was the one who had accompanied him throughout that phase. On the day of Winwin's accident, Lucas had actually lost three friends. The first, in the hospital, left to the mercy of the universe; the second, Mark, who decided to take a different path; and the third, Jaehyun, who was never the same after the situation.

Jaehyun had always been a curt person, but when the quartet of friends got together, it was as if a different air hit Jaehyun. When the four of them were together, he could feel how he himself loved joking around with them, maybe forgetting a little about his life in Neo Zone and together imagining what life would be like if their reality weren't real.

But when Mark Lee decided to change his path after blaming him for Winwin's accident, it was as if he had lost the little spark he had within him.

“I know, that’s why I’m apologizing,” murmured Mark.

“Right now, your apologies make no difference,” Jaehyun confessed.

Mark remained silent and nodded slowly, taking a moment to think things through and how the next confession could turn the whole world upside down.

His eyes moved to Jaehyun's neck, where the gang tattoos were visible, then to Lucas's body, where the same tattoo was visible on his upper arm thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. After swallowing hard, he could feel the heat in his abdomen, where the same mark was.

It disgusted him.

It disgusted him to think that all this was something they could never erase, in some way, and that the memory of the gang would always be with them, imprinted on their skin with no chance of disappearing.

It was as if it burned his skin.

“I just want to let you know, that after I tell you everything I know, there’s no way you can take matters into your own hands,” Mark warned. “I needed closure, knowing what caused all this might help… and I think you deserve that closure too.”

“Get to the point,” Lucas demanded, crossing his arms.

“It was Sooman,” he blurted out without hesitation. Direct and clear.

Jaehyun might have misheard, “What did you say?”

“The person who caused all this was Sooman,” he repeated firmly.

“What are you talking about? You’re crazy,” Lucas muttered.

While Jaehyun remained silent and processed the words, the image of his boss lingered in his mind. He knew Sooman was capable of many things; he had seen them himself, but there was no way he would do something like that to Sicheng’s family.

Why would he do it? If Winwin’s father was one of his best men? Who offered him more loyalty?

Mark Lee’s words simply didn’t make sense.

“I thought I told you not to mess with this,” Jaehyun threatened through gritted teeth.

“I’m telling the truth!” Mark exclaimed. “It was hard for me to understand at first too, but after going over the matter many times, it made sense.”

“Sense?” Jaehyun asked. “It makes no sense. Sooman can be many things, but why would he do that to my Uncle Dong? He was one of his most loyal men; it would be foolish of him to do something like that.”

“It may be foolish, but for someone with the power Sooman has, it doesn’t matter,” Mark insisted. “And he has enough power to have hidden this for a year.”

“Let’s go,” Jaehyun said, giving Lucas a light pat on the back. “I’m not listening to this guy any longer.”

“No matter how much you try to deny it, this is the truth, Jaehyun.”

“But why would Sooman do something like that?” Lucas now intervened.

“It took me time to understand, but by finding all the threads, I was able to piece it together. This accident isn’t the only thing he’s been responsible for,” Mark explained. “Our Uncle Dong had planned to leave the gang; I don’t know if his plan was to try to get out through Sooman or just flee,” he said. Jaehyun and Lucas looked at him confused, and he continued. “Do you remember that time when we were gathered at Jaehyun’s house and Sicheng asked if, hypothetically speaking, he moved to China, would we make the effort to visit him?”

The two boys nodded.

“Winwin already knew about his father’s plans to leave SM City,” Mark clarified. “Sooman found out about this through Cheol Uk; he thought Uncle Dong was planning a betrayal. After all, he was one of his closest men and knew more information than any of us should know,” he paused. “That led him to where he is now.”

“But why would Uncle Dong want to return to China? He left there to work for Sooman here in SM City, he had a settled life and a high position in the gang,” Lucas questioned. “Why would he leave all that to go back to the place he initially sought to escape from?”

“Uncle Dong found out many things in the last few months before he died,” Mark explained, looking at Jaehyun. “He realized that at any moment, Sooman could do to him what he had done to others…” he paused, swallowing slightly.

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun inquired.

“When Sooman realizes that his best men might turn against him… he thinks it’s easier to just get rid of them,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Because that’s exactly what he did to your dad, Jaehyun.”

“What?”

That word got stuck in his throat. He could barely voice it. He wanted to understand and process what Mark had just said, but it was difficult.

It was difficult because just mentioning his dad, his mind clouded with memories of that night when his father died. He remembers seeing the blood spread all over the floor, remembers the sound of the gunshots deafening his body, and above all, remembers how much that situation changed his life.

The words didn’t process in his mind. He spent years trying to find out who had killed his father, but he took it for granted when Sooman said it had been Busan gang members.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Who did Mark Lee think he was to come with all this?

“You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up,” Jaehyun said with anger as he got closer to Mark and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Fuck this shit, Yoonoh, I’m telling you the truth,” Mark spat. “You can’t be all defensive about this shit. What I know is the truth. You wanna know all these years who did that to your pops? Well, I’m telling you, it was fucking Sooman,” Mark said close to him.

Lucas tried to pull Jaehyun back by his shoulder but couldn’t do anything.

“Sooman was the one who ordered the shooting the night you were out with your dad. And if you’re wondering why? It was because he needed to get rid of your father before he gained more power than him… that’s why he took you under his wing… because he knew he could manipulate you and make you work his way… something he couldn’t do with your dad anymore,” Mark said as he felt Jaehyun’s grip loosen on his neck until he could take a few steps back. “Something he couldn’t do with Uncle Dong either.”

Jaehyun looked him directly in the face, and his whole body shivered.

“The night of Winwin’s accident, he wasn’t supposed to be there. The attack was only meant for Uncle Dong… Sooman wanted to do to Winwin the same thing he did to you,” he explained. “That’s why in the first months of treatment, he was supporting us… he wanted to clear his name and not have us suspect him.”

Jaehyun and Lucas remained silent for a minute, then Jaehyun moved furiously and tried to leave the place.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he said through gritted teeth as he tried to head for the door, but Lucas and Mark stopped him.

“I told you I wasn’t going to tell you all this for you to do something stupid,” Mark said. “What will you do? Try to kill him? As soon as you do, they’ll put a bullet in your head.”

“I don’t give a shit; I want them to suffer the same way Winwin has suffered… the same way my father suffered,” Jaehyun explained, feeling a lump in his throat.

He couldn’t allow himself to be weak.

Not when he had discovered what he had been wanting to know for so long.

“Trying to take revenge won’t change things; if anything, it will make them worse,” Lucas said after a while.

“You couldn’t get close to Sooman even if you wanted to; you know you can’t bring him down. It’s you against a hundred other people in the gang,” Mark continued. “You wouldn’t get out alive even if you begged all the saints.”

“Why would you tell me all of this if I couldn’t do shit about it?” Jaehyun asked, breathing deeply.

“Because I know you needed answers… the same way I did,” Mark replied. “Jaehyun, I know my word doesn’t mean anything to you, but please don’t fuck it up,” he asked. “I know you’re a smart guy. Be smart and don’t get in trouble. You got your answers now, be wise with your decisions.”

The boy remained silent and looked at the whole room in front of him.

His head was going to explode if he didn't get out of there immediately. Everything was spinning, as if the moment of realization was eating him alive. He had waited for this for months, but now that he knew everything... what would change?

Now he only wanted to know the best way to take matters into his own hands.

He needed divine justice.

It was as if it were his only goal right now.

Maybe remembering the moment he had lived hours earlier with Winwin finally having a reaction was what made him think more and more about the situation.

But making a rash decision right now would be putting his life on the line.

How much did he value his life to do it?

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The clock was perhaps about to strike 1:00 am. She wasn't sure. She had stopped checking the time maybe a while ago.

Her mind couldn't stop spinning around the same issue over and over again.

The issue being none other than Jaehyun.

Lying on her bed in the silence of her room, (Y/N) could hear the beats of her heart resonating in her ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She had called Jaehyun maybe fifty times by now, but her phone lay silent on her nightstand.

She wanted to understand everything. She wanted to understand Jaehyun.

But it was so difficult.

Her mind couldn't process all the events and emotions that had happened in just one day... from experiencing Winwin's reaction at the rehabilitation center, to feeling ecstatic in Jaehyun's company, only to have it all fall apart with Mark Lee's arrival.

She wanted to understand but couldn't.

What was it that Mark wanted to talk to Jaehyun about?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Perhaps her heartbeats were drowned out by the knocks on her window because she could barely react when she saw a silhouette outside.

How could Jaehyun dare to do that?

When she could finally react, her body leaped a mile a second from her bed, and when she opened the window, she could see how agitated the boy was, and without thinking twice, she threw herself against him to support him against her chest.

Jaehyun said nothing, just placed his weight on the girl's body.

He knew he had lost when seeking her comfort was necessary to get through this night.

He knew he had lost when he couldn't even finish breaking free from her embrace.

Jaehyun's head would surely explode at any moment. His whole day had been an emotional rollercoaster, everything that had happened was piling up more and more in his mind, but he didn't want to break. He couldn't allow himself to.

One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Perhaps more time had passed while they were in that position, but even though she quite liked the moment, (Y/N) had to end it.

"Come in before someone notices you're here," she murmured, pulling him inside the room.

"Are your parents home?" the boy asked quietly.

"Not yet. They went out for a 'business dinner,' but my dad's guards are still lurking around," she explained, leading him to her bed. After a few minutes of silence, she continued. "Why are you here? What happened with Mark?" she asked quietly.

Without a single word, (Y/N) could see how broken Jaehyun was at that moment.

He didn't even look her in the eyes, his hands barely able to caress hers, and his shoulders were tense.

It was strange to see him like that, and it made her want to know what had happened.

"Right now, you're the only one who can keep me on track," Jaehyun murmured.

(Y/N) swore her heart could break right then and there.

"Jaehyun? What are you talking about? What happened?" she asked, trying to catch his gaze but failing.

Jaehyun sighed. "I really don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to overthink it any more than I already have. I need to block all that out for a moment."

"Jaehyun..." the girl murmured. "I want to understand you."

"Please, not now."

Why was she able to bring out all his vulnerability?

And she didn't even notice when a tear fell onto her hand.

He couldn't cry. Not right now. Not in front of her.

"Jaehyun..."

"Let's not talk about it now," he murmured, placing his hand on the girl's jaw and pressing his lips to hers. "I need to forget."

He didn't know how he got to this point, but he could taste the cherry flavor of the girl's chapstick, mixed with the salty taste of the tear that had run down to his lips.

He didn't even know when the kiss had turned into an unbridled one.

He needed to free himself.

He needed to forget everything.

The girl melted into the kiss. It felt like being in the clouds, feeling Jaehyun's long hands partially caressing her body. Now, she felt familiar with Jaehyun's lips and felt safe with him.

And it felt good to see a different side of Jung Jaehyun's reality.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

(Y/N) felt euphoric when Jaehyun put his hands on her waist and helped her settle into his lap. Her body felt warm; she was sure her cheeks were red, and she believed the color would turn even redder when she let out a small moan feeling Jaehyun underneath her.

She felt a smile on her lips, and then Jaehyun's kisses moved to her neck.

"I don't know how you manage to distract me from anything out there," she said about her neck.

"Jae," she moaned slightly.

"You're gonna make me lose my shit," he said in her lips.

Jaehyun's lips moved to the girl's neck to gently stroke the area, his hands on her waist made the grip deeper and brought her even closer to him. Making her moan again.

"My parents could arrive at any moment," she said, with her head back and her eyes closed. Passing her hands through Jaehyun's hair and playing with it.

Jaehyun removed his lips from the girl's neck and turned to look at her with a loving smile.

"Tell me to stop right now if you want to," he asked with a dazed look while returning his kisses to the girl's neck, leaving them marked there.

The girl tightened her hands on the boy's hair and moaned.

"I need to hear it from your words, beautiful baby," Jaehyun asked.

(Y/N) moved her hands to Jaehyun's jaw and pulled him closer to give him a chaste kiss.

She shook her head and smiled. "I don't want you to stop now or ever," she assured him.

Jaehyun moved his hand to the girl's leg and maneuvered her position until she lay on her back on the bed, with Jaehyun over her and caressing every part of her body.

The pajama shirt that was placed over her torso disappeared after a few seconds, and the words got stuck in her mouth when Jaehyun gently touched her breasts.

She couldn't think of anything other than the man in front of her.

Doing everything. Touching everything. Loving everything.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Jae~ please~" she asked between moans.

"Please, what baby?"

"Please touch me. Anywhere. Just don't stop" she said.

Jaehyun smiled slightly, taking her little short off and leaving her all exposed to Jaehyun's mercy.

A breathy moan escaped her lips when his digits started to make their way towards her sensitive bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whined when he put more pressure in the spot, making her buck her hips towards him, provoking a smile in Jaehyun's face.

And it was then when he coated his middle and index finger with his saliva and slows inserted his fingers into her. She gasped at the stretch and her hands went to take a grab on her sheets not being able to word something out thanks to the incoherent moans she was letting out.

"Yeah baby, keep moaning like that" he asked dumbfounded.

He pulled (Y/N) into a heated kiss while he kept finger-fucked her, keeping his rhythm making her even wetter as every thrust from his fingers was made.

She could swear she could see stars just by the way his fingers entered her every passing second. She is unable to voice a praise for Jaehyun, but she thinks he doesn't care, because it looks like he prefers moans and whines.

"You look to fucked out and it's just been my fingers" he said kissing her neck and then going straight for her breasts.

She tried to adjust her legs more so he can have more accessibility to her entrance and that gives him the green light to keep with everything. So his pace became faster and harder. His fingers were coming in and out reaching a sensitive spot inside of her. Sensitive enough to be close to cumming.

"Fuck, Jae... 's getting too much" she said bucking her hips towards his fingers and the hand that Jaehyun had free was in her abdomen trying to pin her to the bed.

A strangled moan escaped her mouth and the knot in her stomach was getting tighter.

She can barely see the smile Jaehyun had in his face, but when she was so close to cum, he took out his fingers, to lick all of her arousal up and then kissing her.

"You're so pretty" he worded. "Even so dumbfucked like this" he clean the sweat in her forehead while smiling. "I'm gonna make you feel so good"

"Yes, Jae?" She smiled. "Gonna make me feel good?"

"So good baby, you won't be able to word something out"

The heat of the night was making her feel like she was in cloud nine. So that's why her hands sneakily found the waistband of his jeans; tugging the material of the way trying to get a hold of his dick but Jaehyun stopped her grabbing her hand and taking matters in his own hands and taking his jeans off along with his underwear releasing his throbbing cock. (Y/N) hands went straight to palm his dick and draw a line in one of the prominent veins that were situated in his hardness.

"Baby, could you spread those pretty legs for me?" (Y/N) did as she was told so and spread her legs just for Jaehyun be able to position between them. She liked how Jaehyun could be so vocal while she just was a mess under him, Jaehyun dick twitched just at he sight of her being so ready to have him, looking all pretty underneath him and then he didn't waste any more time as he took his cock in his hand to line up his tip in her dripping cunt.

They both let out moans as he pushed forward until she was filled up. His eyes were looking right to the middle of both of them, watching greedy the way his dick disappeared into her entrance. Just as it was made for him to fill up.

"God, Jaehyun...i feel so full" she whined as she rolled her eyes and started letting out messy moans.

"Y'a feel me in there, pretty girl?" He asked as he put his hand on her stomach seeing the bulk that was there.

"Yes Jae! You're so deep"

Hearing that was enough to Jaehyun to lose his mind and pulled his hips back, dragging so slowly his tip along her sensitive walls and then smack his hips, burying his entire girth inside of her cunt with a messy moan.

His pace was like that the next minutes. Reporting his motion over and over again, leaving some kisses here and there while he got a grip in her hips trying to keep her in place when he slammed his cock so deep in her.

Jaehyun was just too pussydrunk that he had to start pound into her sopping cunt to keep him sane. "Gonna fill you up. So hard. You'll only think of me the rest of your life"

"Fuck yes. Want that, want that so bad"

She didn't think Jaehyun could go harder, but she was wrong, because the moment she mouthed that word out, the pace of his hips were insane, slamming so good all the way up to her cervix making her let the most filthiest moans he could ever hear. He reached out her clit with one of her hands and started to play with it to make her cum.

She didn't know how she could last this longer but it was enough when Jaehyun slammed into an specific point that she just lost it. She let out a strangled moan and she gripped his shoulders as her life dependent on it. She saw white flashed light the moment she came, feeling all of her arousal coat Jaehyun's coat as he fucked her drip into her. A couple of thrust more were enough for Jaehyun to release his seed into her, letting a grunt out and steady himself.

"You did such a great job baby" he whispered as he moved himself to lay beside her and embrace her in his arms. He looked to her sleepy eyes and wiped some of her sweat out of her forehead to then let a small kis in there. "Such a pretty baby"

Being too worked out to speak, she rested her head into his chest to fall asleep in his embrace, feeling the sweet kisses Jaehyun was leaving in her head and zoning out.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Possibly now the clock was approaching 4:00 am. Jaehyun hadn't been able to sleep at all.

After the euphoria had subsided from his body... The events of the previous day returned to terrorize his mind.

He lightly caressed (Y/N)'s shoulder as his head spun. What could he do? What would he do? Even with the faint light entering through the window of the room, he could observe the space around him; he swore that the girl's room was three times larger than his own living room. He wanted to take a look around at his surroundings and noticed that everything there was much more expensive than he could ever afford.

The room's atmosphere was far more than he was used to.

Much more than he could fit into.

Realizing all of this in such a short time was like a slap in the face to himself.

Because he never deserved (Y/N), no matter how much he wanted to.

And he didn't want to drag another person into a hole they couldn't escape from.

Mark's words echoed in his head, and Qian Kun's story ended up burning him... Because if he continued with all this... would (Y/N) end up like Kun's girlfriend? Like his father? Like Winwin?

Just thinking about it made him feel an overwhelming urge to vomit.

But what an unjust life.

Didn't he even have the right to love?

Jaehyun couldn't hide his past and erase his present. If he wanted to do it, he had to face it, but... How could he confront Sooman if he couldn't come out of it alive?

How could he say goodbye to what was embracing him right now?

But if he wanted the justice he needed... He had to do it, even if it cost him something precious, he had to do it.

Even so, there was no way he could fulfill anything that (Y/N) wanted.

They didn't live in the same reality, and it wouldn't end well for either of them.

So, giving one last look at the sleeping girl beside him, he managed to get out of bed and gather his things to dress as quietly as possible... walk towards the window and see her one last time before fleeing from there.

No explanation. No farewell.

Not knowing if it was the last time they would meet in life.

And he regretted it so much.

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clearlydiamondz · 4 years ago

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Who Are You?

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik have known each other since they were kids, they have been fooling around with each for the past few years. After leaving her for months with no contact, he pops up with a not so settling surprise.

Warnings: Blood, Cursing

(Y/M/F/N) : Your moms full name

(Y/D/F/N): Your dad’s full name

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Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

“It was a nice time seeing you again.” Sean said licking his lips at her as she smiled at him. This was the 4th date they been on, things starting to get a little more serious with him and honestly she was enjoying herself. It’s been five months since she broke up with Erik, and honestly she was enjoying herself. Sure, she missed him. Wondered where he went. She warned him the next time he up and left her, she would move on. She stood by her word.

“Thanks Sean, I really enjoyed myself.” she said biting her bottom lip. “Maybe next time we can have a little more fun.” she said stepping a little further towards him. She most definitely hit the jack pot with him. He owned two dealer ships out in L.A and two in Oakland. He was a gentlemen, kind, freaky. Didn’t leave her on read, it was like he was sent down from heaven.

“What kind of fun you tryna have lil mama?” he said gripping her waist and pulling him towards her as she giggled. “Lemme come in now, show you something real?” he said as she rolled her eyes pushing him away as he smacked his teeth.

“Boy I have work in the morning. I have to be at the office at like 8 in the morning.” she said as he shook his head.

“Yeah, I’ll let you get away with it this time but next time that ass is mine, you understand me?” he said biting her exposed shoulder as she moaned a bit.

“Yes sir.” she said. After they said their goodbyes, she walked inside the house with a huge grin on her face as she took off her heels.

“Who the fuck is that nigga?” she heard. Her head shot up, as she slowly turned around and saw Erik walking towards her with a glass of, assuming Crown Royal. His favorite drink. Next to Hennessey.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked walking past him, His head turned towards her direction as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. His eye twitched when he saw that she wasn’t excited to see him.

“(Y/N), answer my fucking question. Who the fuck is-”

“He’s my boyfriend.” she snapped turning around looking at him. Erik busted out laughing, putting his hand out on the counter closing his eyes.

“Yeah okay. I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga, (Y/N)?” he snapped as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“That’s my boyfriend, Erik.” she said taking off her heels. “You know, significant other. Lover. Someone I fuck on the regular.” she said looking at him dead in the eye. Erik soon saw that she was serious.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“As a heart attack. I don’t know what you expected. I warned you that this was going to happen. So you can kindly get the hell out.” she said pointing towards the front door. “And leave the key.”

“You must have lost your mind.” he whispered. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I left. Really. You know I can’t tell you where I go and-”

“And you know what? That’s fine. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me shit because I don’t want anything to do with you, or whatever the fuck you’re doing.” she snapped at him. “Just-Just leave. Now.” she said.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” she said walking over to him pointing her finger into her chest. “You do it all the fucking time. Months on end. Well I’m putting my foot down. Maybe some other bitch can deal with it but I can’t.” she said to him, her nostrils flaring in anger.

“I understand. I really do but-”

“If you understood like you say you do, you would understand why I cut you loose and moved on. I played along with this for way too long and I need to look out for myself.” she said. Something that she said triggered something in him.

“(Y/N), no offense but I have a lot of shit in my life personally. I have shit to do and you can’t know that. Yes, I be gone. For a long time. But what I do I can’t just, just say out and about because I-” he stopped himself before saying something.

“Because you what?” she backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I know damn well you’re not going to say because you don’t trust me because I’ve known you since we were kids.” she said shaking her head. She was hoping that he would contradict but he just sat there looking at her.

“You really don’t trust me.” she said quietly, looking at him with so much defeat it almost broke him in half. “Get out, Erik. Or I’m calling the police.”

“(Y/N) wait.”

“Erik! Just shut up! You don’t understand how hard and stressful it is not to hear or speak to you, thinking that you moved on with someone else, or hurt or even worse! That shit took so much of my mental state that I couldn’t eat or sleep. You don’t understand! You think that you can come up in here, dick me down, buy me some shit and tell me what I want to hear and all will be well but no. I can’t do it anymore. And if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck you have going on then I don’t want nothing to do with you or whatever the fuck you have going on!” she yelled at him.

“(Y/N), listen to me.” he said grabbing her hands. “Look, I know what I do to you ain’t right. You don’t have to tell me because I already know it’s true. There are so many things that I want to tell you but I can’t.” he said as she looked down sighing.

“I can’t, do this.” she let his hands go. “Just go, please.” she said, tears rushing down her face.

“(Y/N) please. I-”

“No Erik. Just go.”

He gave her one last look before walking out.

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“Good morning everyone!” she exclaimed to her staff. “So as you all know, I will be opening a store in Miami. That means that I’m going to need a manager there to run the store. So I am sending out an email, you can apply and we’ll go from there.” she announced to everyone. Chatter spread through out the room, as she made her way to her office.

“Hey, so I sent out the invoice about inventory check list. They should be emailing it to you by the end of the week.” her assistant Tonya said.

“Thanks.” She walked into her office going to her desk and opening up her Desktop.

“Also, Erik came by this morning.” she said as her hands clenched into a fist. “He said to call him when you get the chance.” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right.” she laughed to herself before opening her email.

“Everything alright? It’s been a while since he stopped by the office.” she said as (Y/N) looked up at her.

“That’s because I haven’t seen him since June.” (Y/N) told her. “No text, no call, no nothing.” she snapped.

“Jesus, that’s five months...” she trailed off as she nodded.

“He came to my house last night when Sean dropped me off. Questioning me about Sean and shit. Like nigga you have no room to be questioning me, questioning me in my house at that.” she scoffed, hearing her phone ding to see it was Sean texting her.

“Forreal? The audacity.” she chuckled sitting on the seats that sat in front of the desk.

Sean: Hey, you free for lunch this afternoon? I know you said you wanted to try out that new BBQ place on 21st street...

She smiled at the text before texting him back.

(Y/N): Yeah, I’ll meet you there around 1:00?

Sean: Sure thing beautiful.

“Anyways.” she closed her phone placing it on the desk. “Erik came by the house last night, telling me he couldn’t tell me because he didn’t trust me. A-And that he wanted to tell me but he couldn’t tell me. Like what am I suppose to think about that? It makes him looks sneaky.” she admitted as Erik nodded.

“Have you ever thought about him being like a... you know. Drug Lord? Or like, a gang member or something?” he said as (Y/N) paused, than laughed.

“A drug dealer? That’s a good one. I’ve known Erik my entire life and trust me, I would’ve noticed if he was hiding something like that from me.” she said shaking her head.

“I mean- think about it? Do you know what he does? Like, career wise. Nigga be driving the newest cars, dripped down in designers, spoiling you with money and shit and you haven’t even thought about it just once.” she said as (Y/N) sat back in her chair.

“I mean, it’s crossed my mind but like I said, it’s just so far from what I know.” she said as Tonya stood up.

“Well, just a thought to think about. I’m going to go down to customer service and get their weekly review.” she said as she nodded.

There is no way that he could be a drug dealer...

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(Y/N) walked into the restaurant, looking around and seeing Sean sitting there looking at the menu. She walked over to him as he saw her, smiling at her. “Look at you, you look good.” he smirked standing up as she smiled. She gave him a hug, and pecked his lips as she smiled.

“Thank you, same to you. Sorry I was late, my last meeting with a little longer than I wanted too.” she said sitting down on the other side of the booth.

“No worries, I ordered you a sweet tea with a slice of lemon.” he said to her as she smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he nodded closing the menu.

“There is something that I actually wanted to tell you.” he said as she nodded. “Someone reached out to me, by the name of... Killmonger? Said that he knew you.” he said as she tilted her head to the side.

“Killmonger...” she trailed off before shaking her head. “I’ve never heard of them before.” she said as he nodded sitting in his back.

“Really?’

“Nope.” she said shaking her head. “That’s a cool name though..” she trailed off looking at her own menu.

“That’s interesting.. because he said you were his ex.” he said as she put the menu down on the table looking at him. “He knew a lot of things about you, that you lived on South Viker Elm, what cars you drive, your full name...” he trailed off as she looked up at him, scared to death.

“What the fuck..” she whispered.

“You sure you don’t know who that is? Because I’m having a hard time believing you.” he said to her leaning forward as she thought about it before her eye twitched.

“What did he say?”

“He knew your mom name was (Y/M/F/N) and your dad’s name is (Y/D/F/N), you were born in (H/C).” she was freaked out until she realized it was most likely Erik. “Hell I didn’t even know you’re parents name was-”

“Actually, I might have an idea. We aren’t really exes. Just.. just someone that I used to mess around with. He left me a couple of months ago.” she said to him.

“Oh.. it’s that dude.” he said as she nodded.

“Yeah. I swear I don’t mean to put you through this. He came by the house last night and we got into an argument, but that’s about it. I have no idea how he got your number.” she said as he chuckled.

“He didn’t only know my number. He knew my name too.” he said looking at her.

“Sean, I swear. I don’t know how the hell he got that information. I would never do that to you. Did he threaten you?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“Something along that line.” he said taking his drink to his lips. “But don’t worry about that, I handled myself. I just want you to know that ya little ex-fling is tryna check me and that just don’t sit right with me.” he said as she sighed closing her temples.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m just fucking with you ma.” he said as she threw a napkin at him as he laughed. “But I’m serious about the ex thing.”

“Don’t worry, I got something for him.”

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She walked into the building, to not only be surprised to see Erik reading one of the magazines that was in the waiting area. ‘(Y/N) can we-”

“You. In my office, Now!” she exclaimed quietly. He looked shocked about her outburst, confused she followed her instructions. She put the stuff on the table before looking at him.

“The fuck is wrong with you!?” she yelled at him as he stared at her.

“There are a lot of things wrong with me. For starters-”

“Erik, I’m serious. Why the fuck are you calling him threatening him?” she asked as he still stared at her confused.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Sean! He told me you called him using this name Killmonger, a-and that you were telling him shit about me?” she snapped. “Now I don’t know what the fuck you have going on but leave me and him alone.” she said pointing a finger at him.

It felt like his entire heart stopped. “(Y/N), I swear on my mother I didn’t call no one. What’s his name?”

“Are you seriously going to sit there and play stupid?” she laughed shaking her head. “Erik he knew my mom and dads name! The only person in my life who knows that is you!” she exclaimed.

“Fuck!”

“(Y/N), listen. You can be mad at me for whatever reason. I don’t care about that right now? Tell me what his name is?” he said walking over to her. If there was something about (Y/N), she knew when Erik was in distress. Or scared. The look on his face showed nothing but pure fear.

“Erik, what is it that you’re not telling me?” she asked him. It looked as if he was in deep thought about something, something in which had his mind racing. Like he was debating. “Erik, please talk to me. Be honest. I need to know because if it’s not you someone out there knows shit about me and I need to get that shit dealt with. ASAP.” she said as Erik looked at the door biting him lip.

“Lock the door.” he said as she nodded. She walked to the door locking it before walking back to him.

“The reason why I go out for months at end isn’t because I’m cheating on you, or I’m hiding from you. I get paid.. to do things. Bad things to people.” he said as she backed up a little.

“Do what?” she asked him as he sighed.

“People pay me to handle their dirty work. They pay me to top people off.” she stared at him in complete shock. “Look, it’s not just random people. It’s people that do bad things.” he said as she looked at him. “So all this time, I’ve been fucking a murderer.” she said as he groaned rubbing his handsome his face.

“It’s not like that I swear, it’s just- you know my background. I was good in the military and now I’m good and it pays good.” he said as she scoffed.

“Yeah it pays good until you mess with the wrong people. Erik, some dude name Killmonger got ahold of my shit and-”

“Killmonger is me. That’s what I’m called.” he said as she scoffed.

“So you did call Sean, right? Wow-”

“No, can you shut up? Let me talk.” he said to her. She was taken back by the outburst but he continued. “Whoever that is knows about me, and knows enough about me to get to you. This dude you been messing with, knows too much information (Y/N).” he said stepping in front of her.

“You need to trust me, I need to know everything. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad at me or you never want to see me again. I just need to know you are safe.” he told her. She was scared shitless out of her mind. There was so much on her mind at the moment that she couldn’t quite gasp the fact that someone was out to get her. Never mind Erik being an assassin.

“(Y/N), look at me.” he grabbed her chin to make him look at me. “Please, you need to trust me.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he lie about that if he knew I was going to confront you about it..” she trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe to throw it in my face...” he said as he looked at her. “But I gotta plan for his ass.”

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“Come in.” She smiled at Sean grabbing his hand. He looked her up and down licking his lips.

“All this for me..” he whispered looking at her. It was a new set she bought a couple of weeks ago, it was emerald green with rhinestones along the bands, her hair was in a slick back bun, her makeup was perfectly done.

“Yup. I told you I wanted to have a little fun.” she whispered starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Sheesh, you ain’t gotta tell me.” he said as she smirked at him. She grabbed his hand leading him to the spare room as he stared at her ass the entire time. “You got in touch with that nigga yet?”

“Killmonger?” she asked tilting her head.

“Yeah.. him.” he said rolling his eyes as she chuckled.

“No. Not yet. I tried to but he ain’t answering my phone calls.” she said as she pushed him on the chair that she had in the room. “But let’s not worry about him... I want my focus all. On. You.” she said pecking his chest. She got on her knees in front of him.

“Oh you a nasty lil bitch ain’t you...” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. She grabbed the handcuffs as he looked at it laughing. “Oh shit..” he whispered. (Y/N) handcuffed him to the chair. That’s when she saw Erik come out of the closet, putting the pistol to his head.

“So your Sean.” he said as (Y/N) stood up. She grabbed her black robe slipping it over her body as she looked at Sean, Sean giving her the dirtiest glare.

“You been working with this nigga the entire time?”

“Actually no. She cussed me out thinking I called yo bitch ass.” Erik said. “But don’t worry about my girl. Worry-”

“Um, I’m not your girl.” (Y/N) cut in as Erik looked at her. “What? You think you can just say that shit after everything. No.. hell no.” she said looking back at Sean shaking her hand. “I don’t want a relationship with no one.. at all.” she said.

“We’ll talk about that. You.” he said looking back at Sean. “Talk.”

“Man fuck you, ain’t saying-” Erik punched him in the nose, knocking the chair over as she gasped.

“Erik chill!” she yelled as he turned to look at her. “That chair was hella expensive. You think I want his blood all over my shit.”

“Bruh, I’ll buy you another one.”

She rolled her eyes sitting on the bed. Erik sat the chair back up. “Talk nigga.”

“You remember Kingston?” he said as Erik nodded. “That was my brother.”

“Kingston don’t have no brother named Sean.”

“No shit dumbass. You think I’ma use my real name fucking with y’all. I wanted you dead. And it seems like the only family you got is her.” he said nodding his head towards (Y/N). “By the way, (Y/N), at first it was just a get up to get to him but I really do like-” And another punch sent to his face.

“You really think you can just sit up here and confess your feelings to her in my face nigga!” he yelled at him as he coughed up blood. All over her floor.

“Who is Kingston?” (Y/N) asked Erik as Erik sighed.

“A target. He was trafficking girls in Uganda. One of the girls died and the mother offered to pay me a good 10 Thousand to get his ass. Guess what?” Erik said lifting that nigga off the floor.

“I did that shit for free.” he laughed in front of Sean or whatever his name was.

“You get paid that much?” she asked as Erik laughed.

“Nah, that’s probably one of the lowest bids I’ve gotten. The highest I’ve had was like... 10 Million plus an extra 2 million if I could get the target and his crew.” he said as she looked at him in shock.

“Anyways, just know that I killed that bitch ass nigga with no price.” he said. “Like I’m gonna do you.” he said taking off the safety on his pistol making her flinch.

She was scared out of her mind to see him like this. Was he really about to kill him in her house? All that blood and-

BANG!

She looked to see Sean's body lumped over in the chair as she stared at him in shock. “Well we don’t have to worry about that nigga no more.” he said putting the gun in his waist band. “I know some people who’ll come and clean this up. Make it look like someone was never killed here before.” he chuckled. He noticed she wasn’t saying anything before looking at her as she stared at the dead body in horror.

“Oh fuck. I should’ve done this without you in the room..” he trailed off. “Let’s go.” he said grabbing her as he took her to her room.

Erik saw this look before. He knew what was happening. She was going to be scared of him. “You want me to run you a bath?” he asked her as she looked outside the window.

He went to her bathroom, filling the bathtub with bubbles and water. After setting it up he walked to the room to see in her in the same position. He took her undergarments' off before carrying her to the bathtub and placing her in. He bathed her as she stood at the wall.

“(Y/N), baby. Look at me.” They heard the people coming in making her jump as he grabbed her. “(Y/N), it’s just the people here to clean up the mess.” he comforted her as she relaxed some more. He grabbed her make up towel, putting on some of the makeup removal solution she has and rubber the makeup off her face.

About an hour later, she was in the bed as Erik was out in the hallway talking to the people. “Aye, thanks man. I owe you.” he heard Erik say.

“No worries. We gonna cremate the body and throw the ashes somewhere along the river downtown. So don’t worry about it, okay?” he heard a voice say. After a few more minutes before he came back into the room, as she laid in the bed.

“Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ma give you some space.” she heard him say. She sat up before looking at him.

“Can you, can you stay please?” she asked him as he nodded. He stripped from his clothes getting into the bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, tracing her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her.

“No.. I don’t.”

“Fair enough.”

#erik kilmonger x reader #eriksteven #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger #erik stevens

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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eight. “nakahara chuuya”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and mild violence

masterlist. suicide freak!

instead of eating out with the team, her lovely afternoon turned into a not-a-date-but-kinda with chuuya

"yaknow, chuuya.. you haven't changed at all" she commented. she twirled her straw around the glass of her milkshake as she briefly glanced at chuuya from across her

"hah?! what's that supposed to mean??" chuuya exclaimed angrily

"i've always wondered about this" she hummed "but where do you get your embarrassing hats?" she asked

chuuya clicked his tounge as he angrily sipped on his milkshake. "say what you want, vogabond" he said

"i bet you're still going on and on about suicide despite your age, aren't ya?" chuuya sneered

"yeah" she nodded

he sighed and leaned back on his chair. "atleast pretend to deny that" he said

she sighed and leaned back as well. "what are we doing here, chuuya?" she asked with a huff "im guessing it's not a date. well, unless it is, then-"

"shut up! it's a not a goddamn date!" chuuya snapped

she chuckled and threw her hands up in mock surrender. "chill out, chuuya" she cooed "and not like i'd care anyways." she muttered "im still chasing after a certain pudding head so i'd rather this be a little reunion, if anything."

chuuya's scowl softened at her words. his brows nit together as he blinked dumbfoundedly at her.

"you love someone?" he asked, uncharacteristically quiet.

"i wouldn't say love" she shrugged "more like close friends, im currently convincing him to commit a double suicide with me"

"oh." chuuya mumbled

she rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands. "why did you find me, chuuya." she asked, but with her tone it was more of a demand for the answer

chuuya didn't reply but simply crossed his legs over the other. he chuckled lowly and leaned in closer to her face. "im here to take you down." he whispered "you and your agency may have fooled and escaped from akutagawa, but not me."

chuuya grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head closer, so that their noses were touching.

"im your old partner, after all" he smirked

"indeed you are" she smirked back

chuuya grinned, mischief in his eyes as he roughly pulled her head back and tilting it to the left. he then leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

"what the fuck?" kenma muttered in disbelief

"old partner?" kuroo muttered in confusion

a few of the boys, specifically kenma, kuroo, yaku, lev, and yamamoto, were hiding at the other side of the cafe. they were seated by the farthest booth covered by a huge plant, trying to spy on the two. thanks to chuuya's loud voice, they were able to hear bits of the conversation.

"maybe they were lovers?" lev suggested with an innocent smile on his face

"who even is he?" yamamoto asked in a whisper

"well, he could be an ex boyfriend or a friend, we wouldn't really know" yaku said with a sigh

"he has a point" kuroo sighed "we don't really know anything about her, if you think about it"

"we don't know what she was doing or who she was with before this"

"whatever, just shh!" yamamoto shushed him

"ah! i think he looked at me for a quick second" lev shuddered nervously

"what?? he saw you??" yaku asked frantically "that's because your head is almost touching the fucking ceiling! get down!"

"he's looking this way!" yamamoto whisper shouted

"shut up, yamamoto! you're too obvious!"

chuuya grumbled as he met eyes with the boys. he briefly glared at them before averting his eyes back to the girl. "those brats are watching us. tch" he said

"i know" she shrugged nonchalantly. "though, i would advise you not to hurt them" she chuckled

chuuya smirked and stared her down tauntingly.

"or what?"

"i'll kill you."

"ah, i see.." she hummed "you led me here to fight, is that it?" she looked around the deserted alleyway he brought them to.

chuuya clicked his tounge and nodded in response.

"well, i appreciate it" she chuckled "i wouldn't want kenma to see such violence"

"stop babbling about that kenma and fight me!" chuuya scowled as he ran towards her, throwing punches which she dodged. just as he was about to hit her, she grabbed his arm and punched him in the stomach, making him cough out his saliva.

"you call that a punch?!" he exclaimed as he swung his fist straight to her stomach, sending her back until she hit the wall.

"it doesn't even count as a massage." chuuya sneered "get up." he scoffed

she sighed and lifted herself up from the ground, stretching her arm and wincing in slight pain. "geez, i thought my blocking arm would get torn off" she said with a soft chuckle

"she predicted my moves.." chuuya whispered to himself

"we've known each other for a long time, chuuya. i know everything about you, your moves, your pacing." she said

"i wouldn't have been a proper partner if not, right?" she said with a teasing smile

"tch" chuuya scowled and threw a punch at her again.

she groaned in pain as his fist made contact with her cheek. "why are you so weak?" chuuya asked. just before she could fall back, he caught her by the neck, pushing her back against the wall and squeezing hard on her throat.

"the y/n i know would never be cornered down this fast, this easily." he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "what're you plotting in that head of yours"

she didn't answer but simply smirked as his grip on her throat tightened.

"answer me or i'll kill you!" chuuya exclaimed "right here, right now!"

"no you won't." she stated with a carefree smile "after all, i am a former mafia executive. and a current traitor, as you all see me." she chuckled "my execution for those reasons would be the council's desicion"

she smirked as chuuya's expression morphed into one of conflict and distress

"if you do kill me before that decision without permission, your act will be considered as betrayal" she said "you'll be punished, or worse, executed" she cooed

"and if i overlook all of those and kill you, you'll still be happy since you still managed to die." he scowled

she smiled and waved her hand about. "yeah, so go ahead. cmon!"

chuuya scoffed as she simply continued to pester him.

"coommmee ooonnnnn~"

chuuya didn't answer but simply stabbed a dagger straight to the wall beside her head. the blade managed to graze her cheek, letting a lone drop of blood travel down her skin up to the bandages on her neck.

she chuckled as she watched him stomp off in irritation. "oh, you're not going to?"

"chuuya driven out of the organization because of me had a nice ring to it too" she laughed

"shut up." he scowled

she plucked the blade out of the concrete wall and waved it around with a teasing look on her face. "well then, aren't you gonna walk me back like a proper gentleman? ~" she cooed

"like hell i will!" he snapped back. he sighed and turned back around, continuing to make his way out of the deserted alleyway.

"just shut your mouth and get outta here, you ass" he said as he lazily waved his hand in goodbye.

"i'll try to find a man or woman willing to kill themselves next time" he said

in an instant, her eyes sparkled. she looked at his retreating figure with wide eyes and a look of delight. "chuuya!" she exclaimed "i had no idea you were such a good person!" she said

"that was my way of saying 'go to hell', idiot!" chuuya barked back

"let me tell you this, y/n" he said "don't think this will be the end of it."

"there will be no second chance!" he yelled

she simply smiled fondly and shook her head "no, wrong!" she sneered "dont you think you're forgetting something?" she called out, making him stomp in anger

"dont-you-think-youre-forgetting-something? ~" she sang out

reluctantly, chuuya buckled his knees and pointed at her with a fake bashful look. "there will be no second chance!" he exclaimed in a higher pitched voice, imitating a girl.

she didn't respond with the proper reply they agreed on, but simply looked at him with a blank smile.

chuuya blinked back and repeated his words.

"n-no second chance.. HEY YOU SHOULD BE LAUGHING!"

"well, he didn't walk me back after all" she sighed to herself. she was currently making her way back to the agency since kunikida has been calling her nonstop. the megane has been whining about her missing work, while atsushi was simply begging her to come back to keep kunikida calm

on her way back, she passed a convenience store, which had an annoyingly huge amount of people bickering infront of it.

"oya?" she mumbled

"what's happening- eh?" she sweat dropped upon seeing yamamoto arguing with a man

she looked around to meet eyes with kenma, who looked like he wanted to anywhere else but there. kuroo noticed her too and smirked at his friend. "your lady's here, kyanma" he teased

kenma looked at her, a look of impatience and discomfort present in his face.

"good evening, everyone!" she greeted loudly

this caused all three of the nekoma boys, and three of the huge muscular men to look her way.

"what seems to be the problem here?" she asked with a nonchalant grin

"oi. walk away quietly before we give you some trouble, girl." the man arguing with yamamoto scowled

she simply side eyed him before looking back at kenma. "ken-ken, whyre you out so late?" she asked with a smile "i thought you had a new game you wanted to play"

"well.. they won't let us go." kenma answered quietly, pointing to the men with a frown

she faced the men with an exaggerated pout "why are you bastards causing my pudding trouble, hm?" she asked in a scolding tone

"y/n-chan.. you shouldn't provoke them" kuroo said with a nervous smile

"hah?! you tryna act tough, lil girl?" the men laughed "these scoundrels have been loitering in our spot." one man scowled "so we came to teach them a lesson." he grinned maniacly as he lifted the hem of his shirt, showing the gun inserted in his pocket.

"good grief." she sighed "another angsty gang. this is getting old" she whined "last time i checked, you didn't own this store so these boys are free to stay here whenever they want" she said

"and carrying a gun without a liscense is a major offense." she pointed to his pocket.

she then pushed kuroo, kenma and yamamoto away. "but since you're so hell bent. we'll spare you the trouble."

"good riddance~" she cooed at the men

she pushed the nekoma boys by their backs, urging them to walk faster while yamamoto looked back to flip them off.

"oi oi oi,, not so fast" the men laughed. one of them tugged her back by her arm, laughing once he saw the bandages and the cuts she had on her face from her previous fight with chuuya.

"a girl like you tryna act tough is laughable. but since you're here, you might as well play nice and be our little toy"

she grimaced and pulled her arm back, sending them a dirty look.

"after all, it's pay back for giving us all a headache." he said with a smirk

"oi! get your filty hands off y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily

she looked back at him and smiled in gratitude, though she simply tucked her hands in her pockets and ignored them.

"im afraid i won't be agreeing to your request." she scoffed "we'll be leaving now" she announced as she grabbed yamamoto and pulled kuroo and kenma along

"get back here, you bastards!" the most bulky man reached out, trying to grab one of them.

unfortunately for him, the person he manged to grab was kenma.

"h-hey!" kenma shrieked, trying to pull his arm back

she stopped in her tracks and immediately ran back to his aid. she pulled his other arm back and shielded him with her body. "hands off." she said with a dark look in her eyes.

"you little-" the man was cut off as a fist came contact with his face.

a loud and unnerving cracking and popping of bones could be heard as her fist rammed on his face.

"my, my.." she cooed, holding her hand up as she watched the man stumble back on the ground. "normally i'd say i'd hate for this to resort in violence.. "

"but that would be a lie" she chuckled

kuroo, kenma, and yamamoto gulped as they watched the fight ensue. "y-y/n-chan, let's just leave." kuroo says nervously "the guys have guns" he warned

"correction. one of them has a gun." she said

the two remaining men laughed at her claim and pulled out guns of their own. "don't get so cocky, little girl"

she simply ignored them and continued speaking to kuroo, as if it were a normal conversation. "those two blockheads don't have a single bullet in theirs." she said nonchalantly

the two men gulped as they laughed nervously.

"only an idiot would point a revolver at someone without a single presence of a bullet in them." she laughed

"ah, sorry kuroo-san! another correction. none of them have a utile weapon in hand" she chuckled

kuroo cocked his head in confusion. "then what about him.." he pointed to the man on the ground

the poor fellow who had to take a gruesome hit was still on the ground, sporting a broken nose and a missing tooth.

"you see, stuffing a gun in your pocket is pretty stupid!" she scoffed "stupid, stupid stupid!" she taunted. she stuck her tongue out at them and pulled on her eye, teasing them like a child.

"it'd be easy for the other person to grab it." she said "that being said.."

she showed them the gun, hanging on her finger by the trigger guard. she smirked and pointed it at the bruised man, ignoring the other two as her finger grazed the trigger.

"now.. tell me, mister." she cooed "are you the leader of this gang?" she asked

"y-yes." the man answered reluctantly

surprisingly, she didn't pull the trigger on him, but simply smiled in delight. "i see!" she exclaimed with a smile "well then, since you're the top dog, i'd say you should tell your little puppies to run off and leave my friends alone!"

"i-"

before he could utter another word, she pulled the trigger. but she didn't shoot him of course! she refuses to expose her friends to such inhumane acts.

"good! im glad to hear that!" she cheered happily, a stupid and giddy grin forming on her lips.

she thew the gun in a nearby canal and stuffed her hands back in her pockets. "if i see you bothering anyone else again," she trailed off, her grin faltering as an aloof expression loomed her features

"i'll punch you twice and shoot you five times."

but as quickly as she it had disappeared, her smile once again came to light. "well then, it's getting late.. bye-bye!" she waved at them

the men took this as a signal to run, which they did.

the three nekoma boys looked at each other with a horrified and hesitant expression before looking back at her.

"y/n..?" kenma called out

she turned around, her aura softening as her (e/c) orbs clashed with his honey hued ones.

"well then, let's head home?" she said to them

"uh.. we were-" kuroo cut himself off by clearing his throat. "we were heading to the train station!"

"perfect! should i walk you there?" she asked them "the agency is a few blocks down the station so it should be fine"

"y-y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed "hm?" she hummed back questioningly "marry me!" yamamoto exclaimed, his eyes wide with a pink hue coating his cheeks

"sorry, yamamoto-kun" she cooed "but marriage is the farthest thing i have in mind at the moment"

she glanced at kenma, who was too busy silently hissing and glaring at yamamoto to notice even her

"i do, however, have our double suicide in mind, kenma-kun" she said. kenma stopped with his cat-like hissing and looked at her. "oh.. is that so.."

"mhm. well then, you all should head back!" she said “but kenma, you should stay with me!" she proposed

"why?" kenma sweatdropped

"we could have loads of fun back in my place! you'll love that, won't you?" she asked excitedly. she hugged his arm close and rested her head on his shoulder, thus making walking a bit hard for them, but she didn't mind.

"no."

"aww! we could share the bed, and have-"

"oya oya~" kuroo cooed "am i hearing this correctly~"

"y/n-chan!! marry me instead! I'd love to stay at your place!" yamamoto cried

"ke-n-ma~ what do you say?" she cooed, blatantly ignoring yamamoto. kenma grumbled and looked away from them. he tried to pull his arm away from her, but failed.

"how are you guys acting so normally?" he asked "are we not gonna talk about y/n just beating up some guy and firing a gun?"

"nope!" she hummed

"what we will talk about, however, is my proposal of staying at my place!" she whined "i could please you all night long-"

"im walking away now." kenma announced as he pulled his arm from her and fastened his pace

"wait! i was talking about games and movies!" she reasoned out with a laugh "kenma!"

"i am walking away. goodbye."

im so bad at writing fights smh 😔

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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seoafin · 4 years ago

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Sooo i may or may not have become obsessed with the rip!verse (each of your posts make my day and white lighters what a delightful read, holy shit) and i have so many questions! (Pls ma'am... feed us... we need the high quality content you provide...)

1. What is reader's cursed technique? I remember toji saying she had potential upon (brutally) trying to kill her and her examining yuji to... idk, try to seal sukuna, but you've never explicitly said anyting and i am dying to know more (pls help)

2. We all know poor, poor Megumi suffers from the incessant pining between reader and gojo. But what about Yuji and Nobara? And the second years? Do they try to set them together, crossing out the ideas/plans they've already tried, becoming more and more desperate each time it inevitabely fails in the most improbable way? Or does gojo asks for their help?

3. And how could i not talk about the Shibuya Arc? (also known as "gege please for the love of god stop" arc) Where is reader? Did she manage to follow gojo abd watch the... incident unfold? Did she stay behind with Shoko? Did she go with the students? Did she join the kyoto school? How did she react upon learning that gojo was chillin' in his lil cube while the whole world was going to hell? (And did she see Getwo??? What was her reaction??? I have whole scene in mind and am now itching to write it down although i must sleep?? Why??)

(Yep, the rip!verse leaves rent free in my mind. Not that i complain though. It never ceases to amaze me no matter how many times i read it. Plus it inspires me for my own writing so *bows* thank you so much for creating such a bloody brilliant masterpiece! Have a lovely night/day!)

THIS ASK??? Hxhsbndnd i’m so glad you like the ripverse!!

prepare for an info dump + general information on rip!mc which I probably should have typed out/ elaborated on earlier LOL

honestly i'm still working out the details but it's probably going to be something along the lines of the ability to suspend time for a person/object with certain conditions that must be met. but once they're met you can hold it for as long as you wish. It’s not exactly an offensive cursed technique, but deadly if utilized properly! it also comes in handy when trying to study curses!

rip!mc is a historian/researcher who classifies curses which is a fascination which was born after geto left. weirdly, it helps you feel closer to him. your research takes you around the country, and even abroad some times (which gojo despises), but you’re more than well equipped to defend yourself. you trained maki with the polearm!!

I also like the idea of them occasionally teaching as an adjunct professor at Tokyo University (grad student MC ftw), so they know what it’s like to be a teacher, although it’s not exactly the same! the semesters you do teach—you occasionally stay with gojo

the reason why toji said that is bc rip!mc caught toji's eye a split second before he stabbed gojo. since you’re very very sensitive to cursed energy and by default, other people, the pure absence of cursed energy made you instinctively turn. toji was referring to the fact that if you honed your skill a little more, you maybe would have even sensed him!

also the reason why rip!mc is more sensitive to cursed energy than gojo is because he probably automatically filters out the sheer number different cursed energies (since the sensory overload would be crazy while rip!mc never really learned to do that and as a result became more attuned to cursed energies in general)

Also more about the cursed seals! Rip!mc is exceptionally good at making seals because of how sensitive they are to cursed energy. In harmonious, you had to gauge sukuna’s overall (at the time) power in order feel out whether or not you could make a good enough seal (the higher ups requested it) to contain sukuna.

Everyone is tired of gojo’s pining. And suspicious at how oddly ignorant you are. When gojo makes himself at home on your lap in the middle of a meeting for the umpteenth time, and you’re completely unfazed, everyone’s like?????

It kinda goes back to how rip!mc refuses relationships because she knows she’s going to die (hazards of the job), and she’s afraid of leaving a lover behind more than anything (childhood trauma. involves parents), and in her head, friends and lovers are two distinctly different things (they really aren’t). Getting over a friend's death is different from getting over a lover’s death (once again, not really, who’s going to tell her???)

And gojo, for as much as he lacks boundaries (ie; has none) tries to accommodate it the best he can although you’ve always been his. shoko always tells gojo that (like always when it comes to rip!mc) he’s jumping the gun, but he shoots her with finger guns and says that he has no idea what she’s talking about :)

Maybe the reason why you’re never home is because you doesn’t want to confront your feelings haha

When it comes to the nosy students. Nobara likes you but can’t fathom gojo in a relationship. Yuji automatically assumes you and gojo are dating. Maki thinks that you can do so much better than that idiot. Panda thinks it’s cute. Inumaki: Salmon. Yuta sees the way gojo “looks” at you but thinks he’s overthinking it, and doesn’t want to say anything.

Megumi, on the other hand, tells everyone to leave it since he’s a bit protective over rip!mc.

You’re not the only one!! I’ve gotten messages on ao3 asking about the shibuya arc LOL 😭

the reader was called back from Okinawa as backup and reached tokyo as soon as gojo entered the curtain. he texted her saying not to worry (haha). They entered with shoko and yaga to protect her and the patients. And when she hears that gojo’s been sealed, she’s completely bewildered. Gojo can take care of himself wherever he is, she’s more worried about the students than him tbh LOL (gojo is definitely going to whine about that later)

When megumi’s dropped off by yuji (ugh!!!) this is where it could go either way.

1) Shoko sees how worried you are about yuji, whose cursed energy you picked up before he ran away, and tells you to go. You find him but he runs away from you. If this happened I could see a getwo reunion (I’m hurt, did you already forget my face?) where getwo reaches out to touch your hair and gets stopped by surprise, surprise, original geto deep inside. Cue some more body vs soul philosophical talking points before you eventually meet up with the kyoto gang AND utahime!!!

2) Stay with shoko. Eventually get called to the Kyoto group.

Meanwhile inside the prison realm gojo is playing with a ring the size of your ring finger (how he got the measurement nobody knows)

#i will...probably make another post that's more coherent than this but im just v excited you asked LOL #the thing is....gojo WOULD ask you to seriously marry him without having gone on one official date with you...like he'd do it..#at least...it's not a ringpop....#and hellooo?? write it down write anything down even the smallest bit im sure would be amazing!!#I want the shibuya arc to come to an almost close before really thinking abt it tho #ripverse

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #800: Starting the New Vacation Day (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:12 a.m. at Isle Defino's Patio.......

Dark Pit: (Slams hie Hands On the Table) ('SLAM') Alright, dumbasses. Any of you got any ideas on what we're gonna do here today?

Pit: There's so many places to choose from.....I'm not even sure where go to first.

Yoshi: I spotted this cool looking ramen shop a few blocks from here. Maybe we can go there for lunch later.

Ryuji: (Smiles Softly) I'm down. Their ramen might be good. Maybe even better than Min-Min's.

Elsewhere in Isle Defino.....

Min-Min: (Let's Out a Sudden Sneeze) ('Chu')

Capt. Falcon: You alright there, Min?

Min-Min: (Quick Turns to Falcon) Oh. Uh yeah. I'm fine, Captain. I could've sworn felt a distrubence just now.....

Capt. Falcon: (Shrugs) Eh. Probably just the heat weather.

Min-Min: Maybe..........

Back to the Patio.....

Dark Pit: That's one place down. Anything else?

Yusuke: I, for one, plan on going to the beach side of this island to begin my new creation thoroughly.

Ryuji: (Gives Yusuke a Bit of a Playful Smirk on his Face) Gonna find more crabs to draw, my man?

Yusuke: Not quite I'm afraid. I am more interested in finding unique and rare forms of seashells if anything. (Turns to Tails) And it seems I might need your mechanic assistance on this, Tails.

Tails: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly at the Inspired Young Artist) I....didn't really bring my tools here with me. So I can't really help you on a mechanical level. But I can buy you a metal detector if you want.

Yusuke: (Smiles Softly) That sounds like a good enough comparison. Many thanks, my two tailed friend.

Tails: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Little) No problem, Yusuke.

???: Morning, peeps.

Ryuji: Hey, morning bro- (Eyes Suddenly Widened For a Brief Second Before Snickering at the Sight of Making his Way to the Table With Red Kiss Marks on his Face) Dude, is that really you?

Ren: (Seats Himself Down) In the flesh.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) Alright. I'll bite. (Turns to Ren) Why are you covered in kiss marks?

Ren: Oh. Well, Makoto and I found out that today's Kiss Day earlier thos morning. So Makoto decided to pull on the red lipstick Ann brought her for her birthday a few months ago, and started kissing my face. (Smirks Softly at the Memory) Loved every minute of it too~

Pit: And you still have kiss marks on you.....why exactly?

Ren: (Shrugs) Eh. No real reason really. Just felt it showing it to the world a bit longer, you know? (Noticed the Gang is Staring at Him) What?

Yoshi: You know what we're gonna ask you now, right?

Everyone: WHY AREN'T YOU TWO MARRIED YET!!?

Ren: Hey! Come on! We will! Just in the near future, alright? We JUST graduated high school together.

Pit: I still wanna be a Ring Bearer!!

?????: Who's wedding are we talking about again?

Tails: (Turns and Sighs Once He Sees Sonic Sitting Next to Him With Having Pink Kiss Marks All Around his Face) Let me guess: Amy found out today's Kiss Day and kissed you like crazy?

Sonic: Yup. Mom and pa blurted it out on our double date yesterday and the rest was history.

Tails: (Smirks at Sonic Playfully) You enjoyed minute of it, didn't you?~

Sonic: (Sighs While Blushing) Yeah......(Smiles a Little While Slouching his Head Down a Little) That girl sure knows how to kiss a guy, you know?~

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly) I believe so, Mr. Lover Boy~

Sonic: Keep making fun of me and it'll be your turn soon enough, Tails (Starts Smirking Playfully Himself) And with a certain bandicoot girl nonetheless~

Tails: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) How many times do I have to keep telling you people that we're JUST FRIENDS? There's no way Coco and I would ever participate in something like that.

Sonic: Okay....(Smirk Starts Growing a Bit Wider) But why did you let her kiss you under the mistletoe though?~

Tails: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) H-How did you.....

Sonic: Wave told Amy and I all about it when it all happened. (Gives Tails a Thumbs Up) And we already approved~

Tails: (Immediately Turns Away From Sonic While Blushing) S-Shut Up......

Morgana: (Sighs While Sitting Down on The Group's Table With Multi Color Kiss Marks (Pink, Blue, and Green) All Over His Face) Morning......

Ren: (Starts Snickering at Morgana Along With Ryuji and Pit) Damn, Mona. You too?

Morgana: Yeah. Me too. Once Futuba found out that today was Kiss Day, she SOMEHOW convinced Haru and Lavenza to kiss me. With different Lipstick colors!!

Ryuji: (Still Snickering) C'mon, cat. Look on the bright side. At least one of your kissers was a certain Velvet girl you've been crushing on~

Ren: (Teasingly Nodded in Agreement)

Morgana: (Glares at Ryuji) .......Ryuji. One of these days when I become human again and grow older, I will do everything in my power to suplex you into the ground.

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Cute threat, Mona, but uh...(Hold Both of his Arms Up While Showing Off his Muscles) ('Heh') I got bit stronger as of late. So might it take you a lot years before you even lift a finger on me, you know?

Morgana: ('Sighs in Defeat') Crap. You're right. It'll be too long if I waited.....Oh well. When all else fails, I can always kick you in shins.

Ryuji: (Glares at Morgana) Do it and I'll chase you to end the Earth, cat.

Morgana: (Glares at Ryuji) Wanna bet?

Ryuji: If you're up for it!

Dark Pit: Calm your asses down already. We still haven't decided what the first thing we should do here-

With the sound of two girls giggling with one another, the gang turns to see Ann and Shiho making their way to the table together while having kiss marks on each of their faces.

Ryuji: Geez....Even Ann and Shiho got into the holiday.....

Ren: Right?

Ann: Hey, guys. (Sit Herself Down Next to Shiho While Giggling Softly)) You're probably wondering why we're-

Ren: You two found out about Kiss Day is today. So it led to the both of you making out. Am I right?

Shiho: Wait. How did you- (Starts Snickering Once She Noticed the Kiss Marks on his Face) Did Makoto seriously kiss all over your face?~

Ren: (Smirks Proudly) Yep! It might be the most cutest thing she done so far~ Don't tell her I said that by the way.

Ann: ('Sigh') You know, Ren, it astounds me that you two have been acting like a married couple since since day one and yet neither of you STILL have proposal to one another yet!

Ren: Um. Does "We just graduated" doesn't ring you any bells, Takamaki? And besides, if anything, I'm surprised YOU TWO having proposal to one another yet. You already have apartment together and give each other pet names. Might as start now while you're ahead.

Ann: Oh trust me. Shiho and I WILL marry each other very soon and you are gonna be our best man.

Ren: (Eyes Widened a Little in Genuine Surprise) Oh shit. Really?

Ann: (Giggles Softly) Yes. Really. You're one of my best friends, Ren. I can't think of anyone else to fit that role better than you. Well, I mean, there's Ryuji, but.... I'm not sure if could take up the role that well. (Turns to Ryuji) No offense.

Ryuji: Eh. It's no problem. (Smiles Brightly at Ren) I totally see Ren being Best Man material lot more than I could.

Ren: Huh. Well, if that's really what you girls want....(Smiles Softly) I'd be happy to be your future Best Man.

Ann: (Squeals Happily While Pulling Ren into a Loving Hug) Thank you so much, Ren-Ren!~

Shiho: (Happily Joins into the Hug) You have no idea how happy you made us-

Pit: (Suddenly Slams the Table With Excitement) ('SLAM') I GOT IT!

Dark Pit: (Turns to Pit Along With Everyone Else) What is it, Pit-Stain?

Pit: I just thought of something we could do first! Souvenir shopping!

'Silence'

'Wave Sounds'

Yoshi: You.....got any ideas, Pit?

Pit: (Happily Nodded) Yep! We can go souvenir shopping together. All this talk about Kiss Day has really made me miss Viridi a lot more than before. (Smiles Brightly) So I wanna buy her souvenir gift we could enjoy, you know?

Ann: Awwwww~ Pit~ Of course we can go souvenir shopping together.

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) We can even help you pick something nice for her and everything.

Sonic: You ladies mind helping my little bro with that too. (Smirks Teasingly Again) He has a Bandicoot Girl back home to impress~

Tails: (Glares at Sonic While Blushing Again) D-Don't you ever shut up anymore, Sonic!? And besides, I already promised Yusuke that I would buy him that metal detector!

Yusuke: (Gives Tails a Reassuring Smile) Oh there's really no need for you to go to the trouble to buy it for me. I believe you should use it give your lady friend something nice.

Sonic: See? Yusuke's gets it.

Tails: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fine..... I'll buy her a souvenir. But NOT because I have a crush! She's my best friend and nothing more.

Sonic: Whatever you say, lil' bro.

Ryuji: (Turns to Morgana) Hey, Mona, maybe you should try souvenir shopping too. (Starts Smirking Again) Maybe something nice your Velvet girl~

Morgana: (Eye Starts Twitching Before Turning to Ren) Seriously. Can I PLEASE kick his shins already!?

Ren: No.

Ann: Be nice to Ryuji, Mona.

Mona: ('Ugh') Fine......

Yoshi: (Turns to Dark Pit) We should give it a shot, DP. You could buy something nice for your girlfriends back home.

Dark Pit: I don't know....There might be a possibility that they won't it.

Yoshi: Ah don't be like that. I'm sure they'll love anything you get for them. Even if isn't fancy like or whatever.

Dark Pit: Wait. How much souvenirs usually cost exactly?

Yoshi: (Shrugs) I dunno. Five to ten bucks maybe?

Dark Pit: (Shrugs as Well) Eh. Fuck it. I'm down.

Pit: Alright! All in favor of Souvenir Shopping say 'AYE'!

Everyone: 'AYE'

Happy Kiss! (Again!)

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kissmekakashi · 4 years ago

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Imagine kissing Kakashi on the lips sans the mask for the very first time. More like kissing him for the first time ever.

I have a feeling it’ll be an emotional moment.

You have been friends with him for years.

You like him so much and for a long time too but know about his problems so you never confess and just accept the idea that he’ll always be friends with you and nothing more.

You both decide to go for the winter festival together, without your friends as they all had their own plans. Usually it was a decently sized gang hanging out together.

There’ll be a time when, maybe during the festival, he’ll see you and the realisation dawns upon him.

He has lost so many people in his life that he is going to be super paranoid and have commitment issues.

He thought he would be okay with his feelings for you until it hits him like a train.

“Oh Kami, I’m screwed”

It can be something as small as being excited about the fireworks or your infectious energy about the festival.

And then, when you’re with him on top of the Hokage mountains, looking up at the fireworks and the stars, surrounded by a few other groups, doing their thing, he turns to look at you.

Your reactions and expressiveness always fills him with hope and happiness, a painful tug grasps his heart and he couldn’t recall another time when he felt so happy, content.

He has liked you for almost the same time, if not more but his fears have held him back. But this time, the overwhelming desire to kiss you was taking over way too strongly, emotions all over the place.

This has happened before but this time, he didn’t want to reign it in.

*intense panic* he felt like he couldn’t breathe but at the same time was soaring so high into the sky out of sheer happiness

How would you react? Do you even like him back?? WHAT IF YOU DONT?? OH LORD

You realise that he is staring so you look at him and smile softly, shifting to take his hand and intertwine your fingers a little.

Looking at your fingers, you bite your lips lightly, praying and hoping that he gets what you’re trying to communicate.

He is used to you touching him casually, you were physically comfortable with the people you’re close to, with your hugs and hand holding.

This felt different. The look in your eye was different. A small flare of hope came to life in his chest.

Finally you’re alone, standing at your door, don’t ask me how, you just are, I digressed way too much imagining a romantic scene with him so please bear with me, looking into each other’s eyes.

“This was fun. Maybe we should go for all the festivals together, ne Kashi?” You said with a teasing smile, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

I love you rang in his head like an alarm. I love you so much.

“Kashi? Are you okay?” The stricken look because of the sudden hit of these emotions on his face worries you.

Looking down at your face, the worry in your eyes for him gave him the courage he needed for the next move.

Lowering his mask gently, he searched your face for reactions and honestly feels kinda smug about the blush that he could evidently see. He wonders how far the blush went.

Slowly and cautiously, he rests his forehead against yours, giving you a chance to back out.

Realising his intentions, you step a little closer, shocked that this is happening but hoping that it does because your wish upon a shooting star might just be coming true.

This made his smile too. Looking at your lips, he finally lowers his lips to gently brush against yours.

Moving a little to look at you and your reaction because his heart is beating a mile a minute.

The subtle gasp from you, your hands resting on his chest, you looking into his eyes, lightly biting your own lip, and in the process, nipping his lower lip gently.

This pushes him further and he kisses you properly.

*shook 5000*

You wrap your arms around his neck, closing the distance, as he pulls you into him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

Kissing him with a fever burning through you, wanting to tell him exactly how you feel for him. His hold on you tightens even more and he pushed your back against the door.

It doesn’t turn into a hot make out session but rather, a curious first time of two lovers kissing, feeling your emotions burning through each other, trying to convey without talking.

Everything else drowns out. It’s you, Kakashi, and his soft lips.

Slowly you both part, smiling softly at each other. The moment too pure and serene to talk. He rests his forehead against you, smiling his one eyed smile brightly and hugs you, suddenly feeling coy and overwhelmingly happy at the same time.

You can’t help but bury yourself in his arms, blushing and smiling widely, taking his scent in.

Sigh. I want Kakashi.

This is like the first time I have ever written something like this. I’m so sorry if it’s not that great. I just got this image in my head and felt like I should let it out. 🙈

Lowkey want something like this to happen with me.

Preferably with Kakashi.

Only with him.

P.S. once you guys have been dating for a while, he will be a lil shit who will tease you every time you blush because of him.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi hotake #kakashi #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #kissing Kakashi #I want this man so much #someone please get me Kakashi #why is he a fictional character #too pretty #pretty man #first kiss #kakashi imagines

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poesparakeet-fics · 4 years ago

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AKA “Yasha The Protector” fic from the prompt poll!

Note: This is basically a SFW fic with a lil NSFW ending. The whole SFW bit is here, so enjoy, and click to AO3 for the sexy bit!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Poly Nein - Relationship, Beauregard Lionette/Caleb Widogast/Yasha, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Poly Nein Characters: Beauregard Lionett, Caleb Widogast, Yasha (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Tickling, Bedtime, gang tickle, Sub Caleb Widogast, Stress Relief, dope monk shit, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Polyamory, Group Sex, Threesome - F/F/M Series: Part 1 of The Poly Nein Summary:

Trent Ikithon has been brought back into the Mighty Nein’s orbit, and Yasha’s real mad about it. After Jester take Caleb to her bed to take care of his feelings, Yasha does the same to keep him safe. Beau… helps?

FICThe Empire and the Dynasty needed to figure their stuff out. They needed to take all their stuff, and just... lay it out on the table, measure it, and figure it out. That’s what Yasha thought, anyway. She supposed that these talks might be their way of doing it, but it sure was a bad way. At the very least she wished the Mighty Nein could stop getting mixed up in it.

When Yasha first saw that Trent Ikithon had manipulated his way onto the king’s party, she’d been tempted to bamf out her wings and scream in his face, right then and there. He was old, she suspected she could maybe stop his heart that way. But she’d felt Beau go still next to her, hard and poised like a switch, and paused to match instead.

The last night before their departure they’d set up the mansion in a rented room far from the castle.

Fjord was sure Ikithon had done it to force Caleb to interact with him. Caleb agreed, in that quiet way he did when he was thinking very hard, his eyes cast down.

“We should kill him while we have the chance.” Veth said. She didn’t shriek it like she might have done a year ago, but says it matter-of-factly, in the calm, sweet voice that always meant she was talking to Caleb. They were all talking, but what she said was meant for Caleb.

“No.” He says. “Peace is worth the wait.”

Nobody was willing to argue with him on it, but she could tell Beau and Veth both wanted to. When they all bundled off to bed, Jester intercepted Caleb and pulled him into her and Fjord’s room. Caleb went along numbly, only smiling a little when she insisted that he wouldn’t have nightmares if he slept with them.

Yasha was tense all night, sleeping with Beau weaved around her rigid form like willow reeds.

The talks the next day were very boring. Lots of people she didn’t care about talked. Trent talked occasionally, but only when called upon. Otherwise he would just whisper behind his hand. Fjord talked. Caleb talked. Jester even talked a little, defusing a heated exchange with spun-sugar grace.

Yasha didn’t talk. She stood directly behind Caleb, though, staring down Trent and his molefuckers. Throughout the day she tried to convey three things to them with just her eyes:

She wanted to rip their limbs off.

She was fully capable of ripping their limbs off.

The only reason she was not ripping their limbs off was because Caleb asked her not to.

Beau, on the other hand, roved around the room like a shadow, but her head was always turned in Trent’s direction.

The others seemed happy with how the talks had gone. The fortress they were in had rooms for them, but they all agreed to set up the mansion in one of them as an extra layer of protection. Yasha trotted to catch up with Beau, one hand reaching out to brush her arm.

“Hmm. What? Sorry.”

“That’s OK.” Yasha soothed “It’s been a long day. Um… so... I want Caleb to come sleep with us tonight?”

Beau looked a little surprised. “Uh, sure, but why? I’m not as good at feelings as Jester or Fjord.”

Yasha patted her arm. “You’re getting better. But it’s not about feelings! I want to make sure if some vole-fucker wants to show up next to his bed they get a big raging surprise.”

Beau snickered and Yasha beamed, pleased with the success of her joke.

“God, you’re so cute. Also, uh... very correct. I was worried about that too,” said Beau with a frown, "If they wanna try and take him out, we'll beat them right out of the pocket dimension."

They were all quiet and tired when they stepped into the mansion, Caleb most of all. Yasha wasn’t as persuasive or cajoling as Jester, so she settled for just grabbing Caleb out of the air as they floated up through the tower’s floors and carrying him to their room over her shoulder.

“Oof! Ah, Yasha…?”

“You’re not sleeping alone with him so near. You’re coming with us.”

“Oooh, good idea Yasha!” Jester’s voice carried down to them as she floated past. “Byyye Caleb!”

“Well, ja, alright then.” Caleb sounded too tired to argue.

“We’ll keep you safe.” Yasha assured him quietly as she gave him a pat on the butt. She didn’t put him down until they were in their room and she could dump him directly on the bed. Then she slipped the Magician's Judge underneath the frame.

“I need a bath before bed because I smell! Get comfy though, I’ll join you soon.”

Once she’d stripped down next to the always-steaming copper tub she turned around, surprised to see Caleb sitting on the ground pulling books out of his bag.

“Do you want a bath too Caleb? You can come in with me, you’re just little. Beau fits.”

Caleb gave her a quirk of a smile.

“No, thank-you. I’m just restless. I’ll work for a while before bed, I think.”

“Caleb!” Yasha’s brow furrowed. This was not good. Jester would never allow this, if she was the one taking care of him.

He shrugged. “I’ll stay here, if they attack I’ll be safe. You'll wake.”

“That’s not what she’s worried about, dumbass.” Beau joined them, a wine bottle under her arm and three glasses in her hand. “It’s late, this thing starts early tomorrow, and you’re the Bright Queen’s favorite human. You need to be sharp. You’re drinking this wine with us and you’re going to bed.”

“Verdammt noch mal , I’m manipulating countries by day and being put to bed like a child every night. Would you all let me be?!” Caleb snapped.

Yasha’s hands moved to her hips.

“You don't get put to bed like a child, you get taken care of by people who love you because we can't trust you to take care of yourself! And we’re here to protect you, even if it’s from the stupid part of your brain that’s too smart!” Oh, no, that hadn’t come out the way she wanted.

Caleb’s posture turned surly, but Beau stepped between them.

“Babe, relax, I’ve got this. Take your bath.”

She had him down in a matter of about six seconds.

First she reached out and seemed to only touch him in the centre of his chest. Yasha barely had time to notice that she’d undone the buckle of his holsters before he was being spun around by a steely hand on the back of his coat-collar.

Beau yanked his coat off in on swift movement, her other hand immediately grabbing the back of Caleb’s holsters and yanking them down to his elbows. She tugged the books out and set them aside while twisting the leather straps into a makeshift binding for his arms. She shoved him face-first onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

Yasha clapped when it was finished, having crawled into the hot bath to enjoy the show.

“Beauregard! Let me go. Now.” Caleb snapped

“Nope.” Beau tugged at his holsters until she could roll him onto his side, one clawed hand starting to scrub at his belly without so much as a glance. Caleb’s body spasmed, his breath pitching as he tried to resist laughing and keep a glare on his face. “There’s only three ways this ends for you. One, you give up, have a nice glass of wine and go to bed in the strong goth’s arms with me. Two, you use your safeword so I have to let you go and you can run off into a corner with your books like a pissy little bitch. Three, I personally tickle you until you pass out, which solves my problem anyway. So what’s it gonna be?”

Her hand squeezed his side and started to climb his ribcage, finally breaking the dams of his resistance. His torso was stretched, his ribcage extended by the angle at which the holsters were pinning his arms behind his back, and with Beau’s strong thighs around his center of gravity he couldn’t do much more than squirm. First a smile broke out, then helpless, rumbling laughter.

“FUHUHUCK YOU LIONEHETTE!” He ground out, earning an audience gasp from Yasha.

There was a stubborn, defiant and mouthy side of Caleb that only Beau seemed to be able to bring out. Often shocking, when Caleb was always so deferent to his lovers. But then, Beau’s relationship with the men in their group tended to be more ‘beloved best friends I share lovers with and also occasionally make out with’ than 'lover.'

“Ooh, mouthy! So, that’s how you wanna do it, huh? Huh?”

Beau’s hands started to fly, lightning-fast pinches tweaked Caleb’s ribs, sides, hips, armpits and neck faster than he could react.

“Ah- haha, nein! ” for the first time a little desperation entered Caleb’s voice, his defiance wavering just a little under Beau’s onslaught.

“No? Why? Is the little wizard ready for bed yet? Huh?”

Caleb’s face twisted into a furrowed glare over a helpless smile, and he shook his head from where he was currently muffling his laughter against the bedspread. Beau’s hands jumped to his uppermost ribs on each side, a precision attack that made him start thrashing and shouting in Zemnian. Yasha didn’t know what he was saying, but it didn’t sound complementary.

“How bout now, huh? What if I just do this forever? All ribs, all time! You like that, you smart-ass little shit?”

“No! Nohoho! I will gehehehet you!”

“Pfft. How you gonna do that, huh? You can’t cast your little spells while you’re squealing like a lil bitch…”

Yasha finished towelling herself off and flopped onto the bed next to them, putting her face near where Caleb’s was turned and pressed against the sheets before starting to dance her fingers around his neck and ears.

“Y-Yasha! I- Ah! Hahaha- I don’t- don’t feheeheeheel safe!”

“Oh so now Yasha’s here and you think she’s gonna save you? Nuh-uh. Hey babe, wanna see something cool that Dairon taught me?”

“No!” Caleb yelped, but it was muffled because Beau was already turning him onto his stomach.

“Ooh yes!” Yasha answered, leaning in with her chin on her other hand and continuing to tease the back of Caleb’s neck. Beau’s fingers started to follow the ley-lines of Caleb’s body, applying a poke, a twist or a ground knuckle at the intersections.

Caleb’s laughter petered into giddy giggles as his body trembled under the ministrations. He could clearly feel the effects of Beau’s work, because the steady whine of “nononononononono” became just a little more frantic with each applied touch, his neck and shoulders squirming and scrunching further to avoid Yasha’s teasing.

“We usually use this to make people’s nervous system more sensitive for interrogation,” Beau explained, “so… well, I guess it might work pretty well, huh? Let’s see!”

She didn’t bother to roll Caleb over this time, instead jamming her hands under his arms from behind to get his armpits and ribs. Every part of Caleb’s body started to shake, and his laughter turned into muffled shrieks.

“Nahahahat there!”

“Um, we already talked about this. It’s ALL ribs, ALL the time.” Beau teased, stepping up the rhythm of her fingers and making Caleb’s hysteria kick up with each word . “Yup, that works. How’s that, tough guy? Still wanna fight?”

She turned him on his side so he could talk, one hand still jammed under his arm. Caleb was red in the face, but he still spit out “Fuck you fuHAHAHAck you fuHAHAck youhooHAHAHA!”

“Caleb! That’s so rude!” Yasha admonished. “And you know what? I’m getting a little hungry.”

Caleb’s eyes widened and his thrashing sped up. Beau looked a little confused, but watched the one-sided exchange with an amused smile on her face.

“Remember in Aeor when you were a big spider? Do you think you’re as tasty now?” She pounced face-down on one of his thighs. “Omnomnomnom!”

Caleb’s squeal started before Yasha’s face got anywhere near him. She placed one hand on his knee and the other on his stomach to keep his body from folding up to block her, worrying both places with gently wiggling fingers. Then she nipped up and down the thigh muscle from hip to knee like it was corn on the cob, and Caleb nearly levitated off the bed.

“AAaaiiiiii! YAHAHASHA! AAAH! YAHAHASHAHA PLEAAHEEHEEHESE AAAH! UNCLE! UHAHAHANCLE!"

Yasha paused, peering up at him along the length of his body. Beau's fingers stilled too.

"Are you gonna come to bed?"

"Yehehes,” he wheezed, “yes!"

Yasha backed off. Beau started to, before mischief overcame her and she tweaked Caleb's ribs, making him convulse and scream.

"Hey!" Yasha warned, pointing at Beau. "He gave. My meal of wizard legs was interrupted, but I'll fill up on monk ribs if I have to."

Caleb made a raspberry sound at Beau from his position in a heap on the mattress. Beau held her hands up in surrender. "Alright! I was just teasing him, no need to get aggressive... Hey, you! You still want some wine?"

She untwisted Caleb’s holsters, setting him free.

“Yes pl- *hic* please.” Caleb croaked, still catching his breath.

Beau moved to pour the wine-- white, Caleb didn’t like red-- and they all sipped it as they got ready for bed. Once Caleb had stripped and tucked himself under Yasha’s arm with his head on her shoulder, Beau sat behind him. His spine went rigid.

“Relax.” The monk soothed. “I’m done. It only lasts an hour, but we can get rid of it faster.”

She started to rub Caleb’s back his firm, flat palms, working out muscles, nerves and energy where she had disrupted it to make him more ticklish. Caleb did relax, eyes rolling as his eyes started to flutter closed.

Beau moved to her other side, settling into a position that mirrored Caleb’s. Yasha fell asleep to the sound of their quiet breathing.

#yahsa protects Caleb from the dangers of being a sad wizard.#but also from deadly wizards #she does it all #yasha nydoorin #caleb widogast #tickling #tickle fic #tk fic #critickle role #mine #poes prose

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arewelonely · 5 years ago

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hogwarts maybe 6th year? jily arguing, reconciliation at the end.

also marauder banter!! yes!! yay!! it brought me so much joy to write. i love shenanigans.

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“POTTER!”

He jerked his head up from his cereal, spoon literally paused in mid air.

Lily could see Sirius mumble some snide comment at Peter, who smirked, and James’ eyes twitched as he met hers. Her footsteps were loud and her robes rustled and her wand kept shooting out sparks because of how tight she was gripping it and how fast her mind was racing.

There were other people in the hall, yes, and professors peering over their breakfasts, probably mildly concerned, but his finger pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose like he deserved a minute to ready himself and that was all she cared about.

“What in Godric’s name did you think you were doing?” she hissed as she approached, glaring and gripping the edge of the table right next to Remus.

“Good morning, Evans,” James inclined his pompous head.

“Top o’ the mornin’ to yuh, eh?” Sirius leaned over, cheeky grin and tongue poking out just a tad between his teeth.

“Bugger off,” Lily leaned in closer, hair almost falling into the platter of scrambled eggs that lay in between the boys. “Potter, who the fuck do you think you are.”

She was seething, the back of her neck hot. She wished so furiously she could be joining them for a calm breakfast right now.

James set down his spoon with a clunk and his eyes darkened. “What are you on about, now?”

“You self-entitled, presumptuous arsehole–”

“Lily, Evans, hold on a second–” he stood up and backed away from the table, shuffling his books into his arms.

“I–” Lily’s hand gripped tighter, eyes stinging, her nails piercing the inside of her palm. Her wand shot out directly in Remus’ direction–

Fuck, and his robes sizzled.

“Ah, shite, Lily,” Remus swatted at the smoke by his leg.

James held up one finger and began to strut around the long table to get to the side where Lily stood.

“Literal smoke out of the ears, huh?” Peter grinned at her, mumbling something about a lover’s quarrel, while Sirius leaned over the table and gave a hm, thrusting his cup forward and dousing Remus’ side in water.

“Oh my god, Merlin, Sirius, what the literal fuck–”

“You were on fire!”

“I was smoking.”

“And now you’re not!”

“Sirius, fuck, I’m soaked.”

“And you have a wand! Dry yourself off.”

“You look like you pissed.”

“No shit, Pete, you go on and fuck off too.”

“Ooh, hey, Pete, whatcha doin’ later today?”

“Nothin’, why?”

“Was thinking about devising an obstacle course around the dorms to pour buckets of water on Moons. Wanna?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t your plan ruined now that I know about it?”

“No, it’s always fun to watch you tip toe around, all concerned.”

“Hey, you have never been more right, Wormy.”

“Fuck off, the two of you.”

“Evans.”

Lily’s vision blurred back into focus as James nodded at her. He stood tall, peering down at her, and he swallowed.

“Let’s go?”

She brushed past him, trying to check him a bit with her shoulder, but the bastard had played Quidditch for too many hours–she had to stifle a hiss when his upper arm was too strong. Her chest felt hot and heaving. She rustled out of the Great Hall and fisted her hands in her sleeves to try and dampen her sweat.

There were a few students milling about, murmurs about homework and petty friend dramas. Lily stormed past all of them, entering the quieter corridors that led to Transfiguration.

James was right behind her; she could hear his breathing as he followed her, and her wand began to spark again as her thoughts picked back up: James, Severus, the years-long rivalry, her unsteady and uncomfortable place in the middle.

She shoved her wand in her pocket to try and quell the tension, but found herself feeling vulnerable. She whipped it back out, spinning on her feet to press the tip at James’ chest.

He inhaled sharply but didn’t move, Lily’s wand quivering by his sternum.

They breathed heavily for a second, now alone in the castle corridor, halfway between the Great Hall and their first class.

James pressed his lips together. “Evans, I–”

She gripped his collar with her other hand to hold him in place–

“I told you never again.” The words spat out through gritted teeth. Her eyes were already watery.

His eyelids fluttered shut. “Evans, I–”

Fire heated in her chest, her vision swirled again. She let him go, wand falling to her side.

“Don’t say my name.” She shuttered backwards.

“What did you want me to do?” James’ voice rose in volume, panic seeping out now.

He liked calling her Evans. He liked being able to switch between ‘Evans’ and ‘Lily’. She knew this. He had told her this the other day, in the heat of a very different moment.

Lily’s eyes welled and her nose flared. “Nothing.”

“I can’t do nothing.”

“I told you to do nothing.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth and she swallowed hard. “I told you to do nothing!”

“He was... Lil–” James clamped his mouth shut. Lily pressed her back against the cold wall across from him, fingers scratching against the stones. “He was saying the most vile–”

“It’s NOT YOUR FIGHT!”

“I can’t just stand by!” His eyes flashed dark, affronted.

“I ASKED YOU TO.”

Their eye contact felt like metal: a solid rod connecting them both. It was painful to hold and horrible to break.

The tears were flowing now. Lily swallowed and leaned her head back. James’ face was bright red and his eyes were sparkling. She didn’t know what else to say. He was in the wrong, he should have known he was in the wrong–

“We talked about this, I said I despised pompous, showy acts of shit chivalry–”

“I said it wasn’t fucking chivalry, it was morals and decency, come on–”

“And I said, Potter–”

“If I can’t call you by name you can’t either, fuck off–”

Lily’s hands were in fists again, her jaw rock-hard. “I said I gave no fucks, you could not DO THAT anymore! I... I made that so clear!”

“You can’t just tell me what to do,” James started forward, hands flung high in exasperation.

“You haven’t even apologized!”

They could hear footsteps halting in the corridor behind them; they held their gaze–Lily’s eyes narrow, she hoped sending shit the prick’s direction, James’ wide and breath unsteady. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took off towards their classroom, letting out a noise of pure frustration when she couldn’t find an empty classroom on their way to continue the fight.

James’ hand wrapped around her arm and she instantly jerked it back, spinning around, mouth already open. He just stayed silent and tilted his head towards a doorway that had simply... appeared?

The fuck?

The prat and his Marauder friends, no doubt.

She followed him into an empty room, but couldn’t remember ever having had a class here.

“The Room of Requirement,” he muttered, going to pull the door shut. “Appears when you walk past it three times, when you need it–”

“Nobody will come in here?” Lily looked around: empty except for a few chairs and couches scattered on the edges, a small classroom with a wide space in the middle. She walked to the opposite side of the room from James, grateful for the space to think.

He shook his head slowly. “No, because we’re in it.”

“Okay, good.” Lily swallowed and crossed her arms.

The air fell still. Lily could hear her heartbeat.

James breathed in shakily. “Snape was with Mulciber and their nasty gang, and I overheard them planning something... something awful, a huge assault on the muggleborns, and I wanted to stop them, I wanted to stop their planning, so I stunned them and–”

Lily held up her hand. “You hurt them instead of going to Professor McGonagall, or Dumbledore. You inflicted pain when it wasn’t your battle to fight.” Her voice rose and she shook her head over and over again, walking closer with each sentence. “You stooped as low as them when you’ve tried time and time again to convince me you’ve changed, you were rash and forgot yourself and were presumptuous again and you still haven’t apologized!”

Lily found herself again with her wand pointed at James, and she pressed her lips together and eyes shut. Fuck. When she opened her eyes, he stood right in front of her and was running his hand through his hair. He had a tear rolling around in the inner corner of his right eye.

“It’s not your battle,” she whispered. Her hand shook.

“I will defend from now on. I won’t provoke.”

Lily narrowed her eyes and felt her heart rate increase again. She threw up her hands. “That’s what you said last time!”

“You said that last time.”

She let out a scoff, a sound of pure indignation, turned away. “Fuck off, you childish, disgraceful, petty ass–”

“I was wrong, I was wrong!” James sputtered out. He held up his hands. “I am sorry, Li–I...” Hand through the hair again. “I will defend only.”

She dropped her hands to her sides and stepped back. “I don’t want you near them.”

“Better me than you.” James’ voice was low.

“Fuck off, ass.”

“Okay, but you disagree?” He raised his eyebrows. “I have a better chance–”

Lily gasped. “Fuck you, you have a better chance–” her voice dropped into mocking, her face contorting.

James threw his hands up again. “Not ability-wise, come on, just they have less motivation to–”

“I don’t want you to get hurt!”

Lily held her hands wide and her wand clattered to the ground. She shook and her breath was shattered. Her chest felt sore, pulled in too many directions.

“It’s not your fight,” she choked, “you can’t get hurt.”

She lost her balance and tumbled to the ground, pain briefly registering in her legs and elbow as they caught her.

James crouched by her side so fast, it was like he had Apparated into position: not touching her, but so close. His hand ghosted over her arm and he spotted her as she righted herself. If they moved just a little their legs could intertwine, both curled up like pretzels right now, knobby and too large for their current position. But they stayed, and James pulled away when Lily was sitting again.

They were just inches from each other. Breathing heavily. She took stock: her elbow was skinned and she was sure bruises would blossom on her legs over the course of the day. She felt hot and raw.

James rubbed at his face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know you have too much to think about right now, I’m sorry I gave you something else.”

He swallowed. She knew if she lifted her head she’d have to look in his eyes. She knew she’d see his remorse.

“I... you know I wanted to fix it, to make it... to try and make the world safer for you–and I know that doesn’t excuse anything,” he rushed out hastily when she flashed her gaze towards him again. “I know that, and I... I’m really, truly sorry that I... I was impulsive, and didn’t think about the consequences–not only for me, but for you.”

Lily’s mouth twitched. Tears were dripping again and she wanted to punch him and hug him at the same time. Maybe hug after punch. Maybe punch after hug.

“I know there’s more to this than just me. I’m sorry I didn’t think about that in the moment.”

“I’m sick of forgiving.” Her voice was hoarse.

James’ chest heaved, his voice shaky. He took a breath. “You don’t have to.”

Lily shook her head. “Not just you, just...”

She leaned back, spreading her fingers out on the floor. James furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m sick of forgiving everyone. Petunia for lashing out, my mum for how she’s coping with Dad, Severus for giving over to...” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I... I’m sick of right now.”

“You don’t have to forgive me,” James repeated.

Lily blinked her eyes open, but felt more than saw as James bent forward a bit. He placed his hand right next to hers on the ground, still not touching. “You... whatever you need. Whatever you say, I’m gonna try and be better, okay? Defend only, protect instead of instigate.”

“I know you meant well.” She barely got the words out, the tears were choking her up. She knew he heard her.

“Stop, okay, shh.” James reached forward again and then halted. “Can I, do you want–”

Lily broke into a sob, leaning forward and grabbing James’ robes to her. She was so tired, he was so warm, they were sweaty from the argument and agitation and his arms held her so tight and firm.

“Fuck,” she sobbed, “goddamn, I...”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, and his back shook as he, too, released.

She bent her nose into his collarbone and rubbed her eyes against his bony shoulder, snaked her arms around his back. They held each other. Apologies and desperation and care.

His fingers rubbed back and forth on her back, her nails dug into his robes.

She exhaled shakily over and over again, eyes shut against his shoulders. She liked how sturdily his arms held her.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled.

Eventually, Lily pulled away first, as she always did, attempting to be strong in her moments of weakness. James watched her closely. He seemed worried and unsure, eye twitching and cheeks shiny.

She took a breath, pressed her lips together.

She reached out and grabbed his glasses, drying them off on her robes. Her voice was far quieter than she would have liked when she finally spoke, far from portraying the stable and steady woman she wanted to be. She looked at the glasses in her hands. “I still want you in my life if you want to be.”

“Goddamn, Lily, of course.” James fisted her robes puddled in between them. “I just, hey, look at me, gimme my glasses so I can see you–”

She quirked up her lip at that and waited for him to prop the glasses up and then, of course, run a hand through his hair. He returned his hands to clutching her robes in front of him.

“I’m a lot of work,” she said.

“Oh, Merlin, Evans,” James pulled her robes closer, eyes earnest, “we’ve already covered what I am: pompous, self-entitled, a total arsehole–”

“Presumptuous,” Lily muttered, glancing down at James’ hand.

“Yeah.” James sighed. “I know. I’m going to delegate the Auroring to McGonagall, okay? I’m really, really going to try. Lily?”

She met his eyes. “Yes, please.”

“And you’re not too much work.” James shook his head vigorously. “If anything, I know I am. I just... I like spending time with you. Even when you’re chewing me out. Even when I deserve it.”

Lily sighed. She took his hand in hers. “I like spending time with you, too. I like our bickering more than this, though.”

James squeezed her hand. “Me too.”

They looked down at their hands and held for a minute.

“Evans.”

“Ay, Potter?”

His eyes were shining. “You really make me happy. Going to always try and earn you.”

She smiled softly and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. “You make me happy, too.”

He raised an eyebrow, hesitant, questioning. “Call me Potter again?”

Lily smiled in response. She bumped closer, knees knocking knees. “Potter, I think we’re late for class.”

“Too late?” A twinkle returned to his eyes and Lily gave a smile at this sight. Her chest released.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Fancy a walk around the grounds?”

“Yeah.”

They let go of each other’s hands as they pushed off the ground. Lily took a look around the room.

“You say this just appears whenever you need it?”

“Yeah, gotta walk past this spot in the corridor three times and the door opens to fit your needs.”

James held the door open for her and she watched as it blurred into nothingness once shut. Lily hummed in thought, walking slowly down the hallway.

“Why, whatcha thinkin’?”

Lily exhaled slowly and peered out of a window.

Outside, the morning was calm and the greenery was lush... a walk sounded like a nice way to wind down and let the energy settle a bit between them. Later, when they were more settled in their banter, when the air between them had had some time to relax... later, she would bring him back here and watch his eyes twinkle as she pushed him in the room, backed him up against a wall...

She turned to see those eyes blinking down at her expectantly. She tapped his glasses back up on his nose, smiling.

“Ah, Potter, I’ll tell you later.”

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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George Weasley

Harry Potter

Warning: none

Requested: By @the-gang-makes-a-tmblr yeah i want it to be reader is in a relationship with one of the twins but she is best friends with the other, and so it'd be readerxgeorge but also they all start out as best friends, So the first one could be reader is the same age as them so it's their first year and it's a fluff fic of her getting to know them, then at the end her and george start going out, slowly since they are young. (i never put reader with fred i love him but i can't do tragedy thinking of what happens to him)

Authors Note: i know this is probably not what u were looking for but i did headcanons cuz i just thought i hadnt done one in a long time but its still really cute and fluffy so i hope you guys still like it!

you were nervous going to Hogwarts you thought you wouldn’t fit in at all

you got into house Gryffindor

the first people that introduce themselves to you are the comical Weasley twins; Fred and George

“Hello beautiful girl, and what is your name?” Fred wiggled his eyebrows

THESE KIDS WERE YOUNG AND FLIRTING! THIS WAS NOT YOUR TERRITORY AT ALL!

you stutter when you first meet them

“Oi look at her now Freddie, you scared the poor girl. Hello I’m Gred and he’s Forge.” George says as they both comically laugh.

“My names y/n l/n, nice to meet you two.”

oh no buddy george has got hit...hard

the way you speak, the way you smile, how you look so perfect like and angel

AND YOUR NAME

“oh yes I’ve met you before,” George nods

Fred looking at his brother like, WE HAVE?!?

“in my dreams love”

you are so embarrassed and bashful you try to hide in your robe’s

also you do learn their real names

BOTH FLIRT WITH YOU

more george

you are usually the butt of all their jokes; and you are the one who gets pranked on the most

“I AM NOT A TOY YOU CRAZY TWINS!!!”

“uh oh I think we broke her,” Fred would say as they literally would not care and proceed to prank you

one time one of their pranks hurt you and cut you; you winced while fred was still laughing but george was quick to become serious and went to you

kept insisting he see the wound but you kept brushing it off saying it was not big deal

“y/n let me see the bloody d*mn thing!”

you show him the cut on your forehead, it bleeding a little

he is so gentle with you and takes his time tending to your scratch

after he puts a silly band-aid on your forehead and kisses on it

after you two are shocked and speechless but geroge poor thing blushes like a tomato; he quickly gets up and runs away

you are best friends with both of them still

they both are super protective but oddly george is more

a bully is a problem? don’t worry the twins are tall that they look intimidating and they will not stand letting their girl getting hurt

one time this boy keeps bullying you; they see it firsthand and put an end to it

george puts his hand on the kids shoulder, “I really think you should stop all that harassment, mate.”

fred puts his hand on the other shoulder, “well me and my brother are trying to figure out how far you can roll down the stairs until you slam into something or until someone saves you. Would you like to try out the experiment?”

they both give the kid a death glare and the boy never messes with you again

they probably are never gonna let you walk alone

you help them with studying exams

making up the excuse to spend more time with george

when fred falls asleep you and george have the whole time for yourselves

eat candy; tell jokes obviously

when he’s stuck on one problem you are patient with him and help him understand

he sees this and this just makes him fall more in love with you

he is so appreciative but doesn’t really care about the exam

“lets forget about this brutal thing and lets just hang out together?”

you are very strict and have a stern voice with him; almost like his mother

george ends up falling asleep on his study notes as you are reading something

brushing his hair out of his face just to get a perfect view of his features

ginny seeing the chemistry and being the little matchmaker

she gets you two together in so many situations

finally he asks you on a date because of her

now you two are inseparable

piggy back rides are a must in your relationship

“higher, higher George!”

“i feel maybe you are bit spoiled in this relationship but whatever the princess wants she shall get!”

learning how to do pranks by Fred and doing pranks on George

he kinda feels a bit betrayed???

hiding you in his robe whenever you are cold

trying to cook together at his house but you both end up burning everything due to you two making out

“what in the world are you two doing?!?” Molly would be a pissed off mummy

dancing together even when there is no music

you and george are the most shipped in all of Hogwarts that that EVEN SNAPE THINKS Y’ALL ARE CUTE; but the grump wont admit it HehehEhHhe

you and george are just cute lil beans that love each other forever and ever

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modernlcve · 6 years ago

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* — stats — spencer meyers !

* — basics !

full name: spencer burke meyers. nickname(s): prefers none. age: twenty - two date of birth: august seventh. place of birth: san francisco, california. gender: male. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: gay. level of education: high school graduate. recipient of a bachelor’s degree in urban sustainability.

* — physical !

tattoos: none. piercings: none. notable features: he really is the blandest mother fucker huh.. weakness(es): he just gets worked up. scar(s): none.

* — domestic !

occupation: intern for parks & recreation. waits tables at a theme restaurant to pay the bills. residence: he has a room to himself at the fold. social class: well off. parents: richard meyers, age 56, can lick my balls. he puts up with spencer to the best of his abilities ( poorly ). sheila meyers, passed away when spencer was 13 and she was 40. wendy meyers, age 43, his step-mother he surprisingly fucks with. not enough to get him to come home a lot, but enough. siblings: ian meyers, age 25, a young republican whom spencer will unfortunately have to battle one day. zach and cora newman, his step-siblings who, again, seem to get his whole Deal more than his blood family. extended family: notable members of the meyers Brood are their grandparents, two overbearing old white people always ready to let you know what bullshit they’re on, and grahams Sect of the family: spencer’s paternal uncle and cousins, who all meet up together for big family dinners.

* — personality !

positive traits: staunch. fervent. altruistic. negative traits: melodramatic. one-track. rude. myers-briggs ( x ): estj; the executive. temperament: choleric. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: leo; the lion. hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

* — favorites !

movie: almost famous. tv show: chopped. book: let’s explore diabetes with owls by david sedaris. drink: he fucks w a good ipa. food: ravioli from a Very specific restaurant. animal: turtles. color: light blue. song: never tear us apart by inxs artist: the cure. celebrity crush: zac efron.

* — impressions !

first impression: he’s a lot. he doesn’t really take it down a notch for anyone, not even for a first impression, so a lot of people are rightfully overwhelmed by him. he’s nice enough, but he always seems like he has eighty other things that he’d rather be doing and they all make him want to die. self impression: he doesn’t think poorly of himself, but he does strive to always be changing and growing and doing his Best to better himself everyday. he wants to leave the world a better place than he found it, even if in minuscule ways. lover impression: in generally, i guess he’d be a Needy boyfriend if only because he has a goal with a partner. he looks for someone who could balance out his Manic energy. he’s always going and always trying to move on to the next thing and its romantic 2 think that maybe there’s someone out there that could teach him how to stop and smell the roses.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: passion. confidence. a strong jawline. turn offs: passivity. a man that doesn’t know how to recycle. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/no/no. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: night owl. hobbies or special talents: he gets into karaoke. he’s not good at singing, he just really commits in an admirable way. he was a competitive swimmer all through high school and college.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to los angeles? what do they like most about the town?

spencer was born in san francisco and, if he had it his way, he would still be there. he thinks it’s the Greatest City In The World, but he moved away from it when his mom was sick, and then moved again for school, and has settled in los angeles for the time being because it’s where he was able to get a job. he does see himself going back to san francisco one day, but he doesn’t mind la for the time being. he likes that he’s out of his element in la, he thinks it adds a fun challenge to things.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

spencer’s family mostly consists of his dad and brother and then his dad’s side of the family. he still sees his mom’s family from time to time, but they live further upstate and without his mom tethering them together, it’s just become less frequent that they see eachother. his dad’s family is close though, in a weird family dynasty kind of way. spencer doesn’t fit into the grand scheme of things with them, and if anything, plays that up at big family dinners, so his closer family would be his step-mom and step-siblings, who don’t play into that bullshit as much. he surrounds himself with people that treat him well, he has to put up with enough that don’t already. i don’t think he has a best friend though, partly because he’s convinced himself he’s too busy and partly because he just doesn’t take the time with people that he should.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

spencer gets freaked out thinking about time and the inevitable end of it all. he’s got a lot he wants to get done, big goals and big plans to accomplish them, but as someone who’s so ambitious, it freaks him out to think that his time rollin’ around is finite. how is he supposed to squeeze the Human Experience in with his Professional Ambitions to Save Mother Gaia with such a big chunk of his life already over and done with? he’s not bashful to talk about this, so anyone who’ll listen has probably heard it by now.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

i don’t think he’s ever been in love. i think he has a lot of crushes and little infatuations, just to get him through the day and give him someone to plot a big grand love story with to fill the void of not having a real relationship, but no real relationships or connections that got to the point where u could call it love. in the same way, i don’t think his heart has ever been broken Like That, he gets bummed when he gets big crushes on straight guys who won’t look at him but it’s not that deep, he just finds another unsuspecting man of his dreams.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

he’s working. the man is nonstop. whenever he can be, he likes to be elbows deep in whatever parks and rec has to give him: he’s trying really hard to make a good impression and get some Real Experience under his belt. at noon on a saturday, he’s harassing whoever’s in the office for some kind of task or project, just hoping to wear someone down.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

well , there was one when he was little and he kept telling graham that spiderman and the hulk were boyfriends and they had a son named americus. that was a hoot. all jokes aside, he remembers a trip he took to the beach with his family when he was little, and night after dinner everyone going out to play frisbee or some Nonsense by the ocean. it was one of the first times he felt like a passive observer more than a member of the Gang: he was so bad at both catching and throwing and not getting mad about being bad that he just rolled himself up in a towel and sat there while everyone else played.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

he likes being busy, make no mistake. it would drive him crazy to not have a full agenda in front of him, to not have something he was always working on. but he still gets overwhelmed from time to time, he toes a thin line of blissfully busy and biting off more than he can chew. when he gets upset, he likes to just take a couple laps around the block, listen to some music, and then come back and try to re-calibrate. he doesn’t have too much time to spend on self soothing, but when he needs to cool down, he can at least make it multipurpose ( get a lil exercise, hit up the grocery, etc ).

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

his mom used to make spice cake cupcakes for family Hooplahs. spencer didn’t even like them, because it’s rare to find a kid that does ( especially when the cream cheese frosting bomb is Dropped ), but he remembers the smell distinctly. he’s tried to make them since she died, but he knows when they’re baking that he fucked them up, because the smell just isn’t half as enticing.

#( spencer meyers. )#( stats. )

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silverfrostheart · 7 years ago

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A look into the past

"Wallis!"

The fit young white shuck turned to look at his leader, Ringmaster. His black and orange hair was drawn back.

"Yes sir?" His voice sounded hollow and numb. His black and blue eyes seemed just...distant.

"We have a unexpected guest demanding to see you. Go take care of him will you? The warlords are having trouble against him."

Wallis nodded and puffed on his ciggarette. He stood up and started walking to where he heard the sounds of yelling and fighting. Who was here? He didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Ah! There you are! Long time no see!" That voice made Wallis freeze. He looked up to see an odd being in a white top hat and a kind smile.

"Its you...." Wallis said quietly.

"Indeed! You ran after I tried talking to you after the city. I got quite worried so I've been tracking you!"

Wallis puffed on his cigarette again. Who was this guy? Why was he concerned over a lowly thug like him?

"Kick this guys ass Wallis! He's some goody two shoes ass giving us a lecture about being good." Said one gang member. Wallis white ears twitched.

"I recognize this dude now! He's white hat! No wonder none of us could touch him!" Said another. There was murmurs among the gang. Why was the greatest hero looking for Wallis?

"So. Why is the greatest hero worried about little old me?" Wallis asked. Ringmaster stepped up as well watching closely.

"Because your not like these ruffians. I can tell. You don't belong here. Your a good person." White hat said simply. His eye falling on the tired looking hound. "When I saw you after the city I saw the look in your eyes. You were nothing more than a scared and remorseful young man."

A growl came from Wallis. This guy knew nothing. Ringmaster chuckled. "Sorry white hat." He said laying a hand on Wallis shoulder. "My boyfriend isnt interested." Wallis flinched, remembering last night.

'You belong to me. Your my bitch. Your always mine.'

The words echoed in Wallis mind. White hats eye narrowed.

"That's for him to decide not you." There was a hint of anger in the seemingly good mannered being. "He can make his own choices."

Ringmaster smirked throwing his hands up.

"Wallis. Come with me. You can get away from all this. You can be happier. You don't deserve to be treated like property. Besides I'm sure you would be an excellent Security guard for me." White said jumping down from His perch and holding his hand out. A part of Wallis longed to take that hand. Escape the pain. But another part told him he didn't deserve it.

-you better say no.-

Wallis froze. Right. Ringmasters telepathy...

-say no Wallis.-

Wallis sighed and turned away. Right. He'd never escape ringmaster.

White frowned dissapointed then glared at the odd black shuck smiling at him cockily.

"Your more than this. Wallis right? I can free you. Please. Im giving you one last chance." Ringmaster had finally had enough and snarled leaping at white hat. White huffed and whipped his cane around slamming it into the Hellhound gang leader.

Wallis eyes grew wide. He whipped ringmaster aside like he was nothing...maybe....

"Wallis is mine! He refused your offer now leave!" Ringmaster snapped. He leaped at white again except this time he was stopped by someone else. A fist slammed into ringmasters face. The stunned shuck looked to see Wallis standing in front of white hat. After so long...the white hound could feel something again. A newfound sense of courage. Tears welled in Wallis eyes. Quietly he addressed white.

"Th...that offers still open right?" He said. White smiled happily.

"Of course!"

"WALLIS! YOU DARE BETRAY ME?!?" Ringmaster screeched. Wallis flinched, and White glared at the enraged gang leader.

"Silence." He said and snapped his fingers. "He is not your property and he is his own person. Now. Would you like to go Wallis?" White asked the tall male. A sense of safety and security washed over the white shuck. He nodded. And in a flash the two were gone.

-present day-

Wallis looked at the picture in his hands. White giving him a hug and the both of them looking into the camera.

White had given Wallis a new lease on life so long ago. Along with hope for a new life. He had put his faith in him that he could be someone amazing. Wallis hugged the picture close. It was his turn now.

White...slétt...even memoria had accepted his past. He had hurt so many people and they just opened their arms.

Love. Hope. Truth.

And now Faith.

Wallis teared up shaking a little. He wanted his family back.

"Papa..." He sobbed softly. "Papa...come home soon please...Slétt...Mem.."

"Snowball?"

Wallis turned to see Amir in the doorway. His cheeks heated up and he wiped his eyes.

"A-amir...how long...?" He mumbled sniffling.

Amir layed his hand on Wallis cheek helping dry his tears.

"Long enough. You should sleep. You've been running yourself ragged my love..." Amir said gently, taking the Taller males hand into his and giving it a comforting squeeze.

Wallis smiled a lil squeezing back. He sniffled again.

"Maybe..." He said looking at his boyfriend. Amir chuckled kissing Wallis cheek.

"Does the pudgey snowball want me to cuddle with him?" Amir teased loving the soft blush on his lovers cheeks. It made him happy to that instead of the heart breaking tears.

"I'd like that very much..." He said smiling. Amir held Wallis close. "They'll be home soon. Don't fret snowball. OK?"

But Wallis was already asleep

@jumpybox @mrhoneystreak

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flowerconcept-blog · 7 years ago

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enemies 2 lovers!doyoung

kim doyoung........is your worst nightmare.......

you're a stylist for a male fashion magazine and your life was so easy before doyoung arrived ;(

taeyong the photographer is wonderful and sweet.... taeil the lighting director is an angel........ mark the props director is like ur cute lil brother.... sicheng the other stylist is basically a living teddy bear!!! and your regular models johnny, ten and jaehyun are hilarious

basically before doyoung you were all like a cute little family and you would all go out for drinks after every shoot and you miss those days

because one morning you walk into a shoot and.....taeyong is standing next to another guy with a camera?!?!?!?!?! why????! your world is turned upside down

taeil explains to u that because the magazine is getting bigger they brought in this new photographer, kim doyoung

u've actually heard of the guy! u've seen some of his portfolio online and he's a really good photographer so you're excited to work with him at first

until you send the new model yuta out in your favorite outfit of the day

and kim doyoung..... has the AUDACITY to say "what the hell is that top"

immediately ur up in arms like that's from gucci's 2018 f/w collection exclusively lent to us for this shoot it costs more than you're worth and you're blessed to even be LOOKING at it check urself

from that moment on, u and kim doyoung were sworn enemies

at every shoot.. every SINGLE shoot... the two of you start bickering because he has to run his goddamn mouth

it honestly astounds you how such a sweet handsome looking guy can be so frickin annoying

once he walked into work looking all high and mighty and opened his mouth to speak to u and u were like "i KNOW the sweater you're wearing is from the 2010 H&M collection don't even try" and haechan the lighting assistant laughed so hard he cried

but even when you destroy him so effortlessly he keeps coming back for more! aka he questions your fashion choices when clearly he should be deferring to you!!! as if you won't take him out for saying your miu miu bag is an ugly shade of pastel yellow!!!!!

and then he cooes over sicheng's outfits and ok you understand cooing over sicheng plus he's a good stylist but you're head stylist for a REASON!!! you're great at your job!!

not that you want doyoung to compliment your work though. you hate him

he bickers with other people too especially taeyong but he's the worst with you...... he just refuses to let you live….. you and taeyong have started having your own little pity parties over lunch when doyoung is particularly savage ;(

after shoot dinner and drinks turns into doyoung and haechan ripping into the whole crew.... which admittedly is pretty fun but you wish he would just leave u alone

mostly because johnny keeps insisting that the sexual tension between you two is ridiculous ,,,,,,,, and ten sits there nodding like johnny is Dr. Phil but it's not like you LIKE satan himself kim doyoung

it's not like you wish u could run your fingers through his hair to see if it's as soft as it looks....it's not like you watch him take photos with those elegant hands and think about holding them..... it's not like you've wondered whether that big mouth of his would be good at kissing.....

it's not like bickering with him is the best part of your day because of his unrestrained smile when you snark him.....and it's DEFINITELY not like you get jealous whenever you overhear the makeup artists cooing over him

because what would you do if doyoung started ignoring you and teased sunmi the hair stylist instead???? or worse, what if they started dating?? what if hes interested in one of them??

no.... it's not like you like him.... not at all

but johnny and ten keep pushing you and saying you do, which is driving you up the wall because more or less you can't handle the thought of liking doyoung when he so obviously dislikes you

you feel like you're in high school again, pining over someone out of your league, so even though you don't ACTUALLY like him at all you decide you need to get over,... hypothetically liking him

so you sort of..... pull back from bickering with him.... when he says one of your styling choices is bad you ask sicheng to redo the outfit.... of course you still can't resist calling him out for his bullsh*t every once in a while but you avoid him as much as possible

cause that way you will not feel any of the confusing love emotions that bubble up whenever you're around him! you can live in sweet sweet denial!!!!!!

ten nd johnny are like This Is The Opposite Of What We Wanted(that's what you get for being meddlesome assholes)

meanwhile doyoung......honestly misses you...... he misses having someone who can outwit him because his whole life he's been the snarkiest one in the room and people haven't known how to respond to him

but you ,,,,,,, you give him a run for his money, in fact you beat him in pretty much every argument the two of you have

and yeah haechan and some of the other guys are good at going back and forth with him...... but doyoung isn't hopelessly crushing on any of them like he is on you

the more you draw away the more he worries about you...... taeyong always points out when he gets distracted and glances over to you during shoots

but he can't help it! your pretty nose pretty lips pretty face pretty everything is so eyecatching to him...... he's a photographer he can't help but be drawn to beautiful things and he finds you unreasonably beautiful!!!

and he wants desperately to be able to talk to you again and maybe tell you about his feelings, but as oblivious as doyoung is sometimes he knows you're avoiding him and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

so all he knows how to do is keep trying to get your attention with his jokes and chatter and jabs ...... which doesn't really work

the dynamic shifting between the two of you honestly messes the whole crew up..... taeyong is always worrying over you and doyoung being okay and mark is trying to get doyoung to talk to you and ten is trying to convince you to talk to him and taeil just watches everything nervously in the background

except both of you are really fuckin stubborn so nothing happens

until things blow up one day

you barely slept the night before because your cat was puking and meowing all night and you spilled your coffee all over your new jacket this morning and yuta has been flirting with you since you came in and if he calls himself "your osaka prince~~" one more time you seriously might snap

but you have a job to do and you do it, working with sicheng to dress yuta and you shove him over to doyoung

who IMMEDIATELY looks yuta up and down and is like "this top doesn't go with the background of the shoot what r u doing" and its supposed to be lighthearted

usually you would ignore him but U Have Had Enough and you're so fuckin tired and doyoung is such an ASSHOLE and fuck you like him SO MUCH and why can't you get over it?!?!?!? and it all just explodes and suddenly you're in furious tears

and ur pissed off about doyoung ur pissed off about crying ur pissed off about yuta everything is pissing you off so u just shout "FUCK YOU KIM DOYOUNG" and stomp off into the hallway with everyone staring at you in shock

you kind of stand right outside the door shaking and scared because what if you get fired for harassment?? what the hell did you do that for?? you slide down to sit on the floor just letting all your frustration come out

so when doyoung comes out he finds you sitting there curled into yourself and you just sigh when you see him like "if you're gonna get me fired don't apologize"

and he's ?????????? because why should he do that???????? but that's not the most important thing going through his mind as he carefully sits down next to you

"i don't want you to be fired i want to apologize. i know you hate me and i understand because i've been an asshole to you but thats because......"

he trails off and when u peek over at him he looks the most serious you've ever seen him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as he seems to pick his words

which is surprising because kim doyoung never thinks before he talks and then he says

"i like you"

and you think for a second youre hallucinating???? you can't help but laugh because is he just punking you??? is this a hidden cam???

but he's completely serious and his ears are red and you stop laughing in shock like "wait you LIKE ME????"

doyoung has the audacity to snort "of course i do.... i literally stare at you all the time how could you miss it"

u gape at him..... because seriously.... "are you a child?!?!?! do you think picking on someone is flirting?!?! how was i supposed to know!!!!" and he sighs and starts to stand up like "i know you don't like me back but i wanted to tell you. i promise i'll be professional from now on"

suddenly you realize you haven't told him you like him back so panicking you pull at his arm and pretty much just kiss him

which soon deteriorates into a pretty fierce makeout session with doyoung's lip between ur teeth and his big warm hands slipping clutching at your shirt and running up and down your sides until you hear a throat clearing....

mark is standing there awkwardly like uhhhhh we gotta uhhh do this shoot..... uhhh and u hear haechan holler "THEY MADE OUT" because he can tell from his best friend's stammering hehe

as the kid darts back into the studio you look up at doyoung's mortified face and finally finally tell him that you like him too

and honestly doyoung would traumatize his precious mark lee a thousand times as long as he got to hear you say those words for the rest of his life :'^)

that night after dinner with the gang doyoung takes you to a cute little cafe and you spend three hours talking about your lives and when he teases you it's lighthearted and sweet

that night you cannot help going home with him and not that you'd tell him this but Dr. Johnny Phil was right that intense sexual tension makes for an amazing first time

you both admit that you were unnecessarily hard on each other but doyoung doesn't hold back his opinions at work, and now that he's more respectful about it you actually really welcome his opinions.... he pushes you to do better and to learn more as a stylist

and you're the same with him! if he takes an ugly photo you tell him it doesn't work and he loves that about you

now that you don't try to rip each others throats out you're highkey the magazine's dream team and even the editor in chief compliments you on "your excellent collaborations"

yuta still flirts with you to get a rise out of doyoung but either you or doyoung basically just ruin yuta's life with a single sentence when he gets too touchy

lots of lots of teasing in private but now the teasing is accompanied by doyoung biting at the sensitive spot below your ear or leaving hickies on your chest and uh using his mouth in more creative ways..... if u know what i mean

you're the only person who can shut him up!!! 90% of the time he actually listens when you tell him to shush but the other 10% of the time he's just staring dreamily because you're so pretty when you're annoyed

and all the time

tells u how beautiful you are and how much he loves you totally out of the blue and you have to hide your face because you can handle him calling you the devil incarnate but not him calling you his angel

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #doyoung scenarios #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #idk if this is alright but i wanted to post something so oo oo o o #!#💌

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cookinguptales · 8 years ago

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❤️❤️❤️❤️ You're an amazing writer and I always look forward to what you post. I want you to have a happy Valentine's Day.

Ahhhh, thank you so much. I really appreciate all your kind words and support these past few months. 💜💜💜

And so here’s a karabita valentine for you, complete with a lil fic!

Note: I’ve been thinking about the time post-cohabitation (because of the story in atomatsu that canonically takes place after that) and I guess all that kind of came out in this lil Vday Karabita story.

Living the life he had, Chibita didn’t have a lot of experience with Valentine’s Day chocolate. He’d been gifted the occasional bit of obligation chocolate over the course of his life, but he didn’t have coworkers or classmates or even that many friends. And a lover, well, that felt like a far-off dream. No matter how he looked at it, it was pretty depressing. So, like so many other things, he’d learned to avoid looking at it whenever possible.

It was harder on the day itself. It always was. There were red balloons at the convenience store and aisles and aisles of red boxes when he stopped to get groceries. Couples walked hand in hand down the street, and their sweetness made his stomach ache like he’d eaten too much sugar. It was rough. Especially with a home newly vacant, a houseguest newly departed. But at least there was oden to distract him. Lonely hearts were hungry ones, and there was nothing like a little comfort food to take the sting out of things.

He wasn’t particularly surprised when the idiot sidled up to his cart a few hours after opening — those shitty NEETs usually showed up eventually on days like these, and the sun was just starting to sink beyond the horizon, so it was a pretty typical time for a visit from sextuplet #2. Karamatsu had always loved a dramatic entrance.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in! Evening, Karamatsu,” Chibita said, something like fire starting up in his gut and warming him in the winter chill. He started putting together a skewer by rote; he knew what Karamatsu liked.

Karamatsu didn’t say anything as he sat down, but that wasn’t all that unusual, either. Somewhere between Karamatsu’s insistent desire to be tall, dark, and mysterious (currently 0 for 3) and his innate and consistently surprising shyness, the two of them had carved out a peculiar kind of silence that was all their own. Back then, when Karamatsu had been staying in Chibita’s home, they’d built their lives on silences. Sure, they talked. Chibita had nattered on somewhat nervously when Karamatsu had first moved in, utterly unused to sharing his living space, and Karamatsu had done his best to keep up. And then later, after Karamatsu’s clothes had started to look at home in Chibita’s drawers and Karamatsu had started moving through their tiny shared area with the grace of one accustomed, they’d begun those hushed midnight conversations that still pulsed in Chibita’s heart now, weeks later. The silence hadn’t even felt like silence back then, broken as it had been by soft breaths. But it had been dear all the same. It had felt oddly homey when they both calmed down enough to be quiet, content to share space without filling it up with chatter. Chibita had really liked those quiet times while Karamatsu had lived with him.

But Karamatsu didn’t live with him anymore. Chibita tried not to look too hard at that, either, or the hollow feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach when he called a greeting out to an empty apartment. It was better that way.

Instead, he looked at Karamatsu. Who actually looked pretty nervous, come to think of it. Ironically, this Karamatsu, with his tense lines and quivering shoulders, sweat-dotted forehead and sunglasses gone slightly askew, was far more mysterious than he’d ever managed through posing. Chibita frowned. “Hey, is something wrong?” he asked.

Karamatsu tensed even further, sitting ramrod straight in his seat and looking anywhere but at Chibita. “No!” he said. “Nothing’s wrong!”

Chibita squinted at him. The guy kind of looked like he was about to explode right there on the spot, and that was no mess that Chibita wanted to clean up. “No, there’s definitely something wrong,” he said flatly. Frankly, Karamatsu’s refusal was more worrying than if he’d just showed up begging for help like he usually did.

“There is not!” Karamatsu insisted. “I just—“

“You just?” Chibita prompted, eyebrows raised. He just needed some money? He just got in trouble with some gang again? He just had some bizarre and creepy plan to get a girl’s attention?

Karamatsu’s head tilted downwards slightly, and Chibita could see the way his eyes were downcast beneath his shades. “I just…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he pulled a little box from the pocket of his jacket. “I got you this.”

Chibita blinked at it. It was small and blue and very, very Karamatsu. There were a lot of sparkles, glitter all caught up in the lace of the ribbon and fake-ass gemstones dotting the sides of the package in a neat little line. “For me?” he asked, somewhat dumbly.

The smile that crooked at Karamatsu’s mouth was a little bit wobbly. “Who else?” he asked, like that was barely even a question. Like it was normal for him to give Chibita gifts. Like gifts had ever been a part of Chibita’s life up until then.

Chibita bit at his lower lip. “Can I—?” He nodded down at it. It was a little rude to open presents in front of the giver, he knew, but…

Karamatsu nodded jerkily, somehow, impossibly, going even stiffer.

Chibita carefully pulled the ribbon from the box, careful not to let any errant glitter anywhere near his workspace (wouldn’t the health department have a field day with that?), and then opened it. Chocolates? Cute little store-bought chocolates, all hearts and diamonds, that looked too delicate for Chibita’s clumsy hands. His heart did a little somersault in his chest, a flutter of something that slid away when Chibita tried to name it.

“Chocolates?” he asked. Pretty little Valentine’s Day chocolates, just for him. But… “You’re a guy.” They both were, at that.

Faintly, Chibita noted the way that Karamatsu was fidgeting. “It’s — I just, when we were — I mean, when you let me stay with you…”

Chibita jerked a little, and his fingers closed around the box just a little tighter. Oh. Obligation chocolate. There was a peculiar sensation as his heart seemed to drop right into his stomach with a splash, and he wondered how it had managed to get so high up in his throat in the first place. Of course it was obligation chocolate. Chibita had done Karamatsu a favor, and Karamatsu was returning it. Probably could’ve waited for White Day for that. Or would that have been even weirder? Chibita wasn’t sure. He didn’t know the etiquette for situations like this. Situations where he’d given help freely, had given his time, his home, his — fuck, his heart — and Karamatsu was just being politely grateful. Chibita hadn’t even known he’d wanted him to be anything else. Fuck.

“Thanks,” Chibita said, only the slight hitch in the word betraying the lightness in of his tone. He tumbled the chocolates back into the box, wishing all the while that he could put his feelings away just as easily.

Karamatsu was very quiet for a moment, very still. Then, “You’re accepting it?”

Chibita forced his lips up into a smile that he absolutely didn’t feel. “Yeah, of course. It’s a little… Unorthodox? But that’s okay,” he said. He probably should get Karamatsu something, too, as thanks. Something for White Day? No, maybe that was a little too romantic. The thought of it stung a little. Maybe he’d just pick up a discounted box of chocolates at the store on the way home and hand them over next time they saw each other. Or maybe…

Even though he was leaning forward in his seat, Karamatsu didn’t seem to notice Chibita rummaging at the counter. “Seriously?”

“Sure,” Chibita said absently. It was a little hot, but he was a pro, after all. Burned fingers hardly even hurt anymore. “Never gotten chocolate from a guy before, but it’s just obligation chocolate, right?”

“Obli— Obligation chocolate?”

Chibita paused in his work and looked up at Karamatsu, whose forehead was creased in a way that he refused to call endearing. “Yeah. You do know what day it is, don’t you, Karaboy?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Wouldn’t that be just like Karamatsu? Seeing an entire aisle of chocolate and just seeing an opportunity to say thanks to a friend instead of a major holiday.

Karamatsu sputtered a little. “Of course I do! It’s Valentine’s Day! A blessed day soaked with intoxicating ardor! It’s the day you give a token of your love to —“ His voiced stuttered for just a second, but he just swallowed and kept right on going. “To — to the person you like!”

Chibita’s hands slipped. Really, it was only luck that ensured he still had as many fingers as he’d had when he started the day, after a cut like that. But he wasn’t even looking at that. He was looking at Karamatsu. “What?” he asked, and his voice hardly even sounded like his own in his ears.

Karamatsu choked on something, on anger or embarrassment or pure and utter disbelief, and his fist closed tight against the wooden counter. “You— What did you think I was saying? When you let me stay with you, it was — it was good. It was so good. I’ve never felt like that before,” he said, and hell, for all that shitty poetry that he usually spouted, the raw emotion of clumsy words sounded a thousand times better. There was a little bubble inside Chibita that was growing, was pressing up against the parts of him that he’d been careful never to touch, and he felt almost sick with it

It didn’t make sense. None of it made any sense. Chibita shook his head, almost dazedly, and scrubbed a hand across his eyes. “But you left,” he said. He’d just packed up his things and gone home. To his real home. And goddamn it, he’d taken Chibita’s home with him. The solid walls that had once felt comforting, had once felt his when nothing else ever had been, suddenly felt empty and fragile and absolutely alien to him.

Chibita could see the muscles in Karamatsu’s jaw work. “They needed me,” he said quietly. “I needed them.”

But that was stupid, too. Because, “I needed you.” Chibita hated how small it sounded, how plaintive.

Karamatsu’s eyes widened almost comically behind those glasses of him, and hadn’t he known that? Hadn’t he felt the way Chibita’s fingers had shaken when he squeezed Karamatsu’s hand goodbye? And damn him, his voice was faint when he said, “It was too much. I was supposed to be getting stronger. For them. For me. But all I was doing was depending on you.” He paused for a long moment, so long Chibita could hardly stand it. Then, “I knew if I stayed much longer, I’d never want to leave.”

And that, that was just so— Chibita started cutting again, even as his fingers shook. He could sense Karamatsu all but vibrating across from him, but his thoughts were scattered to the wind, blown away by his own unsteady breaths, and the words, when they came, didn’t come easy. “I miss you,” he admitted softly. They were words that had been just a hair’s breadth away from his tongue for weeks. For all that time they’d lost. Since the moment Karamatsu walked out the door, they’d been hammering away at him like the beat of his own heart, even as he’d tried to ignore them.

Fuck, he missed him.

Karamatsu let something out that was almost a sigh, but too short, too sharp. Maybe there wasn’t a word for a breath like that. Then he slowly eased his sunglasses off his face. “I miss you, too,” he said. Simple. Like that’s all they were. Simple.

Things hadn’t felt simple in a while. Things had felt all jumbled up like convenience store oden. But maybe, Chibita thought to himself as he assembled his creation, maybe they’d been simple once, not too long ago. Maybe things had been really, really simple when the two of them had been living together, but they were just both too damn stupid to see it. Boy meets boy. Boy loves boy. Boy stays with boy. Simple.

He laid a skewer of oden on a plate just like he did all day every day, then carefully opened up Karamatsu’s painfully enthusiastic gift. Cute little Valentine’s Day chocolates. Affection chocolates. Just for him. But hearts weren’t meant to be kept all to oneself. He dropped one of the chocolate hearts onto the plate, then held it out for Karamatsu to take.

Karamatsu looked at it, at the chocolate and the skewer of all his favorite things, capped with konnyaku carefully (if inexpertly) trimmed in the shape of a heart. His lips were red, red as they curled upward, and Chibita wondered absently if he’d been biting them. Chibita wondered just as absently if he’d let someone else take over those duties.

Only one way to find out. “I close up early on holidays,” Chibita said, holding the plate steady in his hand. “Wanna come back with me after the dinner rush? Maybe we can have tea and share the rest of these.” Maybe they could share a lot of things that they’d both been too stupid and awkward and scared to share before.

If he’d liked the smile Karamatsu was showing him before, it was nothing compared to this one. It was downright blinding, and it very nearly took Chibita’s breath away. But who cared if it did? Breath was a small price to pay for the way Chibita’s heart finally started to feel at home in his own chest again.

“I’d like that,” Karamatsu said, and he accepted Chibita’s gift.

#chibita's gonna kiss the goddamn hell out of him the second they get in the door #but they don't know that yet #a bit longer than I expected but oh well #karabita #vday fics #fic stuff

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nana-writes · 6 years ago

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Lor, a monk tiefling - their back story

[2nd repost - tumblr is acting up sorry]

system - 5e d&d

world - dm’s homebrew so don’t worry about not recognising names and whatnot. key points: elves are known for being racist af, tieflings are universally hated/deemened as per usual and this whole backstory happens in the ‘human’ continent, which is mostly consistend of humans but does have some representation of the other races.

(DM: text) means it’s a note for the dm. This text is pretty much what i sent him except trimmed a bit here and there and less ‘formal’

Lor has never met their parents (they aren’t too bothered about this tho, life goes on and they have far more pressing issues). As a toddler, too young to remember it, they were left on the steps of a monastery near the Elolham village. The monks took them in and raised them. There were other kids there too, orphans and abandonees, of various races and ages, but no other tieflings, and the monks weren’t exactly used to taking care of kids so they simply raised them under the same regiment all monks lived in - i.e. they train, worshipped, cleaned, worked and studied like apprentices (albeit adapted to their ages and levels). This included, once the kids reached the age of ten, getting their first, body length tattoo, showing their dedication to Aemhert, human god of Death and keeper of Reapers, and his holy mission of guiding the souls of the dearly departed - a single, simple, flow-y line, black ink that doesn’t show to well on their deep blue skin; it start just under their heart, curls up to the collarbone, in the middle of the chest, where it splits to go over their shoulder and meet again at the top of their spine. It goes down the spine till the small of their back where it splits again to curl around the waist till it meets their thighs, comes down the thighs all the while curving so it’s in the back when it gets to the knees at which point the line comes down in a somewhat straight line, following the natural curvature of the calf, till it ends right about where the Achilles tendent is. Where the tattoo splits to go over the shoulders it also splits to go down the length of both their arms, on the inside, circling the wrist at the end so as to end on the back of the hands. Every time the line splits or comes together once again there is a small diamond-like shape, as well as in the back of the knees, the ‘back’ of the elbows and at the end and beginning of the line (under the heart and in the shins).

Lor wasn’t particularly good friends with any of the other kids except for Myram, a half-elf boy a couple of years older than them (i thought making him an elf would be funny and would play well with their initial naivité). They spent a lot of their free time together, playing make believe and reading fantasy stories in the library, making their own up when the small collection of books the monks owned quickly ran out, daydreaming what it would be like out there, beyond the monastery and it’s ploughed fields, and slowly but surely starting to make a plan to escape together… And then one day Myram leaves in the middle of the night, without telling Lor a thing. (DM - Two possibilities in this case: Myram could have been somehow forced out and didn’t have the chance to tell Lor anything; or they never really cared for Lor, they were just a distraction from the boring and annoying days in the monastery and yeah maybe Myram thought they were kind of cute but they would be no help at all, only a hindrance, if he’d brought them along so he didn’t. I’ll let you pick whatever did happen. Either way Myram can easily pop back up again later on in the campaign if you want him to).

Having their only real friend, who’d always promise they’d be together through thick and thin, whom they looked up to, with whom they’d made plans to leave together, abandoned them like so wasn’t easy on Lor and it didn’t take long till they too left the compound, shortly after their 12th birthday. Their dreams of adventures and wonders where swiftly destroyed, however, as they quickly learn that the world is not kind to tieflings, no matter how young they may be. This definitely puts a hatchet in their innocence and naiveté, which Myram’s departure had already taken a hack at. They do manage to make their way into the nearest city, Beltove. After a few missteps and misshapens they learn to keep their head low when need be (more often than not) and learn that the skills they trained at the monastery can be adapted to a urban setting as well. They start taking odd jobs here and there, as a runner, servant in this tavern or another, as a fetcher, whatever precarious occupation they could find.

Then one day, about two years after they’ve first moved to the city, they notice a poster calling for the arrest of Ibef, a low-level thief that mostly pickpocketed out of the busy market, targeting tourists, merchants and locals alike, and offering a reward for his delivery to the law. Lor realised they recognised the drawing of him because they’d run a couple of messages and deliveries from his house. So they loitered around the area for the next week or so, learnt Ibefs general schedule and one night, when Ibef left on his evening walk, Lor sneaked into the house and waited till he was asleep. Once Ibef was out they injected him with a powerful toxin and Ibef never woke up again. Lor, figuring they were too small to drag a body through the city + that would look weird, brought the captain of the guard (after much persuading) to the house. Turns out they wanted him alive so the captain only payed them half the price of the reward, but he was kind of impressed with Lor’s performance and told them to stop by the station again if they wanted to, there might be other jobs for them. And that is how Lor became an urban bounty hunter for the law.

They ran a bunch of other jobs, none too formative except for two, one targeting Adra, a tabaxi known mostly for stealing from the high class, and Elasalor, an elvian head of a mafia. (DM – leaving it up to you if you wanna come up with other NPC’s they might have caught and who could hold a grudge)

Adra was a job that to this day no bounty hunter has collected on. Lor attempted to catch her – and her handful of underlings, street urchins that Adra taught now and then, people just like Lor had been four years ago – but Adra, unlike every other one of their targets up to now, was aware of Lor and their methods and always managed to stay one step ahead – Lor mostly survived on anonymousity and people underestimating them. One evening, while Lor was attempting to stalk out one of Adra’s hiding places they ran into Oriana, a female tiefling who would later become a friend and more – even if they did not meet under the best of circumstances. Oriana was one of the street urchins Adra had taken under her wing and the reason they met at all that fateful evening was cause she was running interference.

And in a bigoted world you tend to find your own, so they start hanging and they aren’t friends, not really, just together cause it’s easier to find boarding like that, it’s easier to stay safe on the streets and to put food on the table, and over the course of the next year they find themselves becoming friends, and later lovers. Adra does become aware of their building relationship and grows to be somewhat found of Lor, sentiments bordering on the same motherly affection she showers all her lil’ apprentices with.

Elasalor was a different case, an odd one from the very start. Instead of finding this job listed in the courthouse as per usual, someone – whom they later learnt was a runner for The Onyx gang – brought the proposal to Lor. It was unconventional, and sort of not what they usually did but damn the reward was more than the police force had paid them in the last two years together and yeah, maybe getting involved in the brewing gang war wasn’t the best of ideas but it’s not like they were asking that much of them and Oriana and Lor had been talking about moving out of the city lately – this could be just the right boost to do so.

So they took the job – and everything went to shit. It was meant to be a simple job, only a couple of names that they need to cross out, and if possible, get the ledger that would be kept in the house of the main guy for a bonus. Lor planned it out, knew when the three of them were meeting, knew they would have dinner and so had sneaked in earlier to poison their bread and seasonings, hedging their bets on the three thugs eating anything with bread or seasoned so they’d be knocked out by midnight. Lor would then come in, slit their throats to make sure they were in fact dead, and look for the ledger. But when the tiefling made their way into the house, through a back window in the second floor they’d left ajar earlier in the day, and down the hall to where the three men should be fast asleep in the arms of Aemhert, they were instead confronted by two bodies on the ground (instead of the three they were expecting) and three others waiting for them, weapons drawn.

Now, Lor wasn’t (that) stupid and knew when things had gone south so they attempted to flee. It wasn’t easy and they sustained a bunch of injuries, fighting back some but mostly focusing on running away, which they managed to do eventually. Lor later learnt that the three enforcers they were meant to target were meeting with Elasalor, the elvian regional leader for the Hatchets, who’d obviously brought protection of his own. But for now all they know is that that elf looked like the leader, and he did not look happy and neither did the two other surviving members and Lor is pretty sure they are following them so they take the long way around and a trip that should be only twenty minutes takes them three hours but they eventually make it home, only to leave Oriana a note and leave for Eoni’s house – a sketchhy halfling cleric that lives on the outskirts of the slums and everyone knows will look the other way and patch you up for some coin.

The elf and his henchmen, however, do not realise that Lor has left the apartment shortly after sneaking in through the window. And so they follow them in as dawn cames, to instead find Oriana getting up for the day.

Lor comes back to their shared apartment that evening, after a day spent healing and recovering at the cleric’s house, to find the apartment trashed by the vestiges of a recent fight and Oriana dead on the ground. The whole scene is brutal and horrific, all of it a clear message to Lor – her horns sawed off to be of a similar size to Lor’s and the whole scene horrific and clearly a warning – Oriana’s horns, long tall things that looped only once, had been hacked at and sawed until they resembled the height of Lor’s. Lor sticks around only long enough to pray over Oriana’s body, pack the bare minimums before taking the next shipping vessel out of Beltove, which happens to lead them to the next port-city, Talra. They keep a broken off piece of Oriana’s horns on a string around their neck .

(DM: so a couple of things here – I’m leaving it up to you if the person hiring Lor, who I imagine to be someone quite high up in the Onyx if not the leader themselves (Pogram; human; late 20s, early 30s; born and raised in the city), knows about Elasalor being there. If so I imagined that said person would be hoping for a double deal – either Lor does their job & gets offed or Lor does their job & kills the elf too. As for why they would want Lor dead, maybe Lor had previously captured people from the Onyx gang? Sort of leaving it all up in the air for you to do with as you want.

Second thing: Lor booking out of town like that – if the murder was ever properly or minimally investigated they might be considered at least a person of interest if not the main suspect.

Third and last: you know how Lor keeps a bit Oriana’s horns on necklace around their neck? What if Elasalor does too? I was thinking he might do so either out of some masochist pride in the victims he’s taken or as remembrance of someone who got away – Lor. Either way I sort of assume the piece of horn isn’t the only keepsake Elasalor has.)

I couldn’t make it fit into the narrative structure all that well but Lor has mixed feelings on their religion. They still worship Aemhert but they’ve spent their whole time in the city attempting to forget about their time in the monastery and pretend none of that ever happened cause why deal with the past when you can just forget it? This means tattooing over the monk tattoo along the years. They still, however, have their monk robes with them.

Part of the reason why Lor still feels such a strong connection to their god is that, growing up in the monastery surrounded by mostly human species, the depictions of Aemhert were the first and, for a long time, the only time that Lor saw anyone that looked like themselves – they shared the same solid gold eyes and whiteish blond hair.

I will have a full description of how Lor looks up later tonight/tomorrow! (with tattoos descriptions and maybe some drawings included… :P)

EDIT: More about Lor - stats and physical description

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