#i gotta think about this and how he's gonna react once the numbing shock fades

[aceofwonders]

this is the first ever permanent death I’ve really experienced playing dnd

.....and I am the one who did the killing 

[volleychumps]

Hello!! Can I request for Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo to you getting hit in the face by their spike or serve and like you pass out..? tysm I love your writing sm!!!! You’re my favorite writer on this app probably

:’)) These will be written before anything significantly romantic happens and they start dating, I hope you enjoy!!

Accidental Ambush w/ Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo

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Bokuto

“Bokuto-san, should you really be trying out a spike you’ve never tried before with full force?” 

Akaashi Keiji sighs, watching with a tired stare as the nationally-known spiker grins, gold-eyes gleaming with excitement as the owl-haired boy spins the ball in his hands for good measure. 

“Learn to live a little, Akaashi!! If I’m gonna be the bestest spiker in the world-” 

“Bestest isn’t-” 

“-then I’ve gotta have more tricks up my sleeve!” 

The banter between the two had kept both boys occupied as you entered the gym, planning to grab the sneakers you left behind from practice with the girl’s basketball team. In doing so, you eye the two as the darker haired one finally obliges to set for the over-hyped boy, causing you to pause. 

It wasn’t every day you got to see the skills of one of the top spikers in the nation up close. Realizing neither had noticed you, you hum, leaning against the wall as you think that it wouldn’t hurt to watch from a distance. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was for the ball to come hurtling in your direction, so fast and uncontrolled you hadn’t even been able to react as the weight of the ball knocks you off your feet, feeling the ground hit your back as the impact causes you to begin to lose conciousness. 

Bokuto Kotarou’s jaw drops as Akaashi’s slackens a little, both pairs of eyes widening as the last thing you hear is the sound of sneakers on the squeaky gym floor as Bokuto looks down at your limp figure in shock. The ball bounces away, leaving a trail of blood coming from out your nose. 

“Shit! Shit Shit SHIT OH MY GOD DID I KILL HER?!” 

“No, I...don’t think so.” 

“THINK? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ‘THINK’, KAASHI?!”

“Yelling won’t change the fact that you just hit one of the captains of the girl’s basketball team.” 

“YOU SET THE BALL!” 

“You wanted me to set it, so techinically, you did this.” 

Bokuto’s golden eyes dim down a little, a wilt to his shoulders as he scoops you up carefully, guilt bouncing around his chest as he brushes some hair out of your face, Akaashi crossing his arms when Bokuto seems to gaze at your face for a second. 

“Um...are you gonna take her to the nurse, or is something supposed to happen-” 

“Right! Right, the nurse.” 

When you finally gain conciousness, your first reaction is to sit up quickly, groaning as soon as you did. What the hell happened? 

You blink when you’re immediately pushed back down again, but slower and gentler this time as the owl-haired boy in front of you gives you a nervous grin, golden eyes looking a tad sad as he begins to ramble. 

“You’re awake!! Do you want money? I can buy your lunch! Shoot shoot, uh...a goldfish! How about I buy you a goldfish?” 

His words are a tad difficult to process as you blink once, then twice before realizing he had been holding a warm towel to your nose, pink staining the white material as it indicates you had bled. You smile a small grin, pushing his wrist away as Bokuto rubs the back of his neck guiltily. 

“Bokuto...is it? Uh, I’m okay. Really.”  You assure him, telling the truth. Most of the pain had faded away, and you were left with a dull throb in your head. “I just really wanted to see you spike, I should’ve made myself known..”

“Really?” Bokuto’s eyes widen the slightest bit. “You wanted to see me spike?” 

“Yeah, that’s weird, right?” You laugh awkwardly, looking off to the side. “You’re one of the most talented players in our age range, right?”

Bokuto swallows, feeling heat rush to his cheeks as he sees you, slightly bloody nose and all, smile as if he hadn’t just socked you in the face with a volleyball as you openly compliment him to his face. 

The words rush out before Bokuto can think twice. “Do you...want to?”  

“Want to...see you spike?” You arch a brow, surprised as Bokuto nods brightly as he grins, putting the warm towel on your nose again as he brushes some hair out of your face to keep it from getting wet. “I can make a private showing just for you as my apology! I’d just need to get your number...and your name...”

“Y/N.” You attempt to push the towel away again, only for Bokuto to catch your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours as he gives you a half-grin. 

“Whaddya say we make it a date, Y/N?” 

“Depends, are you gonna hit me again?” 

“I’ll definitely be hitting on you, that’s for sure.” 

Akaashi Keiji fights the urge to roll his eyes as he closes the door quietly to the nurses office, wondering how the hell his best friend managed to turn the situation into an opportunity to get a cute date. 

Oikawa

“Ladies, remember: if you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks.” 

“Lame as hell.” 

“Iwa-chan, I’ll give you my attention in a second, okay?” 

Oikawa Tooru misses the flicked off finger in his direction as he continues to talk up his group of fans, grinning his playboy grin at all of them in the middle of the lunch period. Hanamaki coughs as he approaches the middle of the courtyard, choking back a laugh as he examines the situation. 

“Is he really showing them how to serve a volleyball like they actually care?” 

“At least he’s not talking to us.” Matsukawa shrugs, boredly watching as well. “I say it’s a win-win situation.” 

“Show us, Oikawa-Kun!” 

“Yeah, let us see your famous serve up close!” 

“Girls, girls...” Oikawa puts his finger to his lips, winking once. “Promise to keep it a secret?” 

“Hey now...he’s not actually gonna hit it, right?” Iwaizumi sits up fully, drinking his melon juice as he sees his childhood friend actually take position, causing Iwa to choke. 

“Oi, shittykawa, is that really the best-?” Iwaizumi questions through a fit of coughs, but doesn’t manage to finish his thought as Oikawa’s already running to hit the volleyball already set into the air as he hits it towards a space with no students-

or so he thought. 

Through a herd of squeals and praises, chocolate brown eyes widen as your figure enters the direct line of fire, time seeming to slow down as you manage to turn in question at the sound, only for your jaw to slacken. 

The sounds of his fans drown out to Oikawa’s ears as the ball hits you straight in the face, causing you to stumble confusedly as you feel your face go numb, pain slowly taking its’ place afterwards. The distance doesn’t allow the setter to pinpoint exactly who you are, but he begins to move without thinking. 

Oikawa is careless as he pushes aside the girls surrounding him, legs moving so fast before breaking into a run just in time to catch you from falling into the grass. He blinks once, eyes in shock at what he had just done, all to show off for some girls. 

He watches the tears prick your eyes, eyes beginning to flutter shut as his rushed thought process doesn’t realize just who he hit. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I-” 

Oikawa feels a lump grow in his throat as your lips form a simple, yet meaningful smile as the colors in your vision begin to close in on you, his panicked mind still trying to register who exactly he had harmed. 

It’s okay. Your smile seemed to have meant. 

Weren’t you mad? Shouldn’t you be angered that this stuck up pretentious playboy had nailed you right in the face with the oh-so famous serve known to make half the teams in his district tremble at the thought of it? 

“Congrats.” Oikawa feels a familiar hand clasp his shoulder to see Iwaizumi looking down at your now unconcious figure. “You just hit the school sweetheart square in the face.” 

“S-School sweetheart? Shit, wait, Y/N?!” Chocolate orbs widen with realization as his adrenaline-rushed mind finally registers. 

Iwa grins a tad sadistically as Oikawa gapes at the beauty in his arms, now slightly bruised and passed out because of his doing as the setter carefully picks you up, regret brimming his eyes. 

“The one girl in the school you wanted, and you had to hit her? Nice.” 

Ushijima

“WATCH OUT!” 

You don’t have time to do anything of the sort as you had just slid the door open to the entrance of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club practice room just as Ushijima had nailed another practice spike, this one hitting the inner court so hard it had rebounded back out of control in another direction.

That direction just so-happening to be yours. 

The papers meant for the advisor slip out of your grasp as you try to process what had just happened, hearing the once boisterous gym drain of noise as the ball hits you square in the face. You had known of Ushijima’s scarily powerful spikes, but you had no idea the rebound back could feel like a ton of bricks. 

Ushijima seems to still in place as you faint backwards, eyes widening the tiniest fraction as the rest of the team surround your now blacked out figure, bruise forming on your nose along with a trail of blood. The powerful male slowly raises his hand to examine his palm, eyes betraying no emotion. 

He had done that...to a girl?

“I-Is she dead?” Goshiki whispers as Subaru nudges him, nodding over to a staring Ushijima as he takes in what he had done.

“Y’all are such babies.” Tendou yawns, walking over to begin to wrap your arm around his neck. “She wouldn’t die from something like a rebound, but if it had been the real thing-” 

“Shut up, you ginger.” Semi begins to take your other arm before the culprit’s voice makes him freeze in place. 

“No.” Ushijima’s steps manage to silent the team as they, excluding Tendou and Semi, all take a subconcious step back. They watch in bewilderment as Ushijima takes your unconcious figure with a gentleness they didn’t know he possessed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you into a piggy-back position. 

“I’ll take her. Continue practice.” 

Ushijima ignores the gapes and questioning stares as he walks out of the volleyball room, never had left practice early before for any reason. 

As he walks, feeling your even breaths against the back of his neck as he carries you easily to the nurse, he wonders just what he would say to you when you came to in addition to his apology. 

The stranger on his back seems to shuffle a bit, causing the ace’s steps to slow to a stop. 

“W-What...?” 

“I’m sorry, but try not to sleep. We have to make sure your head’s alright.” Ushijima says straight forwardly, blinking when you hum in agreement, still seeming to be out of it as you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“Okay...” 

Before Ushijima can tell you not to do that, your next words make him press his lips together. 

“You’re a lot nicer than you look, you know?” You seem to slur, head lolling on his shoulder. “Sweeter too.” 

Thump.

Ushijima pauses for a few moments, beginning to walk again before stopping abruptly, grip on your legs relaxing as he feels your breathing even back out again. 

Wait. 

...thump?

Kuroo

“Kuroo, you’re hitting too hard.” 

“I don’t care!” The captain fumes as he grabs another volleyball from the basket, throwing it up to slam it across the gym angrily. “Stupid sensei! I don’t even know if I’ll be able to play in the next game if I have to take those dumb classes.” 

Kenma dodges the ball with a slight movement to his head as he doesn’t tear his gaze away from his console just as it hits the space next to his head. The setter looks up lazily as Kuroo grabs another. 

“I’m telling you, you’re-” 

Kenma’s cut off when he hits the ball again, this time not even bothering to put a spin of direction on it when it suddenly gets slammed outside a nearby open window, followed by a yell of pain. The two childhood friends exchange looks, Kenma getting to his feet with a sigh as Kuroo rushes outside. 

“I told you so.” 

Kuroo’s footsteps bring him to the point of contact, eyes widening at the sight of someone he recognizes leaning on the building for support, a hand rubbing your cheek as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” Kuroo questions hastily as the captain’s heart beats in fear. How could he lose control of his power like that? The two friends watch, one less worried than the other, as you wave it off, laughing a little with a blush on your features. 

Kuroo breathes out the anxiety in his chest at your laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards the slightest bit as you go to say something-

The smile on your face seems to fade as you lurch forward, the impact of the spiked volleyball finally processing in your body as Kuroo catches you swiftly, anxiety back in his chest. 

“Hm. Well, have fun with that.” 

“K-Kenma, what?!” 

Kuroo sighs, annoyed at his best friend as he walks off carelessly, leaving you in the hands of the captain, who looks down at you guiltily before scooping you back up in his arms and back into the empty practice room. 

When you come to, the first thing you see are the eyes of the captain, ice pack on your forehead as you realize your head had been placed in his lap, Kuroo nursing you until you had woken up. 

Startled, you sit up quickly, his forehead colliding with yours as the ice pack falls into your lap. You share a groan, and you scramble out of his hold with a redness to your cheeks that the raven-haired captain couldn’t pinpoint. 

“That couldn’t have felt good.” Kuroo frowns, a hand reaching out to touch your forehead before you turn away, causing him to arch a brow. 

“Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” The captain questions the victim of his doing, and you laugh a little too loudly. 

“U-Um! Nope, I’ve just got to uh- feed my shark-” 

Kuroo catches your arm before you can go, pulling you back down gently. 

“Do I need to kiss you or something to make you stay still?” 

The capain catches on as a pink hue takes over your cheeks as you do as your told, a smirk tickling the corner of his lips. 

“Y/N L/N, right?” 

“You know my name?” You squeak, only prompting Kuroo to come even closer as his feral eyes seem to keep you from running. 

“I heard through the grapevine someone of the sort had a crush on me all of last year.” 

You blanch, finding movement in your legs again as you ignore the dull throb in your head. Kuroo puts an arm on the opposite side of you, resting it on the bleacher as he leans even closer, seeming to trap you. 

“What I didn’t hear however,” 

The ice pack in your lap continued to melt. 

“Was that the girl who liked me was this cute.” 

[asherranceoftheheart]

Masks - JSE Drabble

Character/s: Chase Brody, Marvin the Magnificent Warnings: Angst, Anti Masterpost of my Stories AO3 edition of the Post

Tag List: @the-rampaige @iris-the-asparagus @sqxxddygremlin @awkward-bullshit @jaysflight @assbutt-of-the-readers  AN: Chase why u gotta be so rude @egopocalypse I blame you for how bad he got oh my god

Flick on… Flick off…

“How do you think you’re gonna die, Marv?” Blue eyes glowed with the light of the flame coming from the lighter that Chase had been playing with for the past minutes of silence he and his prisoner found themselves in.

The magician didn’t reply. He merely glowered at Chase, body heaving with the efforts he made earlier of trying to escape the chains that were wrapped around him. His eyes and hands began to glow green as he attempted to use his magic to break his bonds but a massive shock went through him; electric shocks shooting up and down his spine until he let his magic dissipate and he slumped in his position on the floor, body twitching and shaking occasionally from what it just suffered. Faint wheezing breaths escaped him and was the only sound that disturbed the silence of the room.

Chase just watched his squirming with a serene smile. The father patiently waited for the other man to lose all of his energy and didn’t react to any of the magician’s goading or taunts. He kept flicking the lighter on and off and the sharp sound grated itself against Marvin’s ears and felt like needles scratching inside his head. He watched with cold eyes as Marvin’s irritation started to give way to desperation and panic as the truth of his situation finally started to sink in.

“You know Marv, you’re right! Magic really is a neat trick. Thanks for teaching me the basics and giving me access to all of your books,” Chase’s smile widened into a toothy grin as his eyes sparkled with devious delight. “It was really enlightening.”

Marvin swallowed around the lump in his throat as Chase finally dropped all pretenses and the shield binding his magic down, and the older ego could see the corruption and dark magic practically oozing out of the pores of the other.

“Y-You were supposed to use that magic to help protect yourself from Him not join Him! Did you become another one of his loyal, mindless little puppe—” Marvin jerked back, heart hammering against his chest when Chase jumped off the table he had been sitting on and started walking towards him. “Stay away from m— Don’t touch me!”

He flinched away from Chase’s fingers as it reached out to his face. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the pain.

Seconds passed by but…

Nothing.

“Huh. Anti was right. You really are a scaredy-cat without your mask.” Chase snickered.

Even without opening his eyes, Marvin could see the boyish grin lighting up the younger ego’s face. In the past, it would have been an endearing sight coming from his normally down brother but now…

A finger hooked itself underneath his mask. His breath hitched when Chase started taking off his last line of defense. His eyes snapped open and pleading turquoise eyes met cruelly glinting baby blue eyes.

“Please, no.” He begged, his pride and haughty mask completely tossed aside.

Chase merely smiled down at him and then plucked off the mask from his face. Marvin could feel his breath quickening and tears burning at the corner of his eyes the longer he felt the cold air sting the bare skin of his scarred face.

The younger man looked down at the mask, turning it over in his hands before dropping it to the ground where it made a loud clack. Chase slowly raised his feet on top of it as if taunting him, and Marvin immediately knew what he was about to do.

“Wait—!” Marvin screamed but Chase’s smile just gained a cruel edge to it before he stomped down on the magician’s most prized possession with all his strength.

It shattered within contact, making that loud cracking sound that broke a part of Marvin on the inside. He stared unseeingly at the shattered pieces of his mask.

“Oops. Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen,” But there was no hint of remorse or apology in Chase’s voice. There was only condescending amusement at seeing him break so easily. “I still don’t get why you’re so attached to that thing, Marv. It looks like it belongs to one of those cheap masks section in the grocery.”

He was numb. He couldn’t muster up any strength to make another sound.

“... You’re so pathetic. Breaking over such a little thing? No wonder Jack didn’t think much of you from the start,” Marvin could only watch as Chase grinded his foot against the remaining pieces of the mask until they turned to dust. “Hey Marv, you were about to ask me before if I joined Anti as one of his own right?”

A hand grabbed the unresponsive man’s chin and forced him to meet Chase’s eyes which had flickered over to a familiar green color.

“Yeah, you’re right. I did join him. But there’s one thing you got wrong though,” Chase tilted his head to the side and poked Marvin’s nose. “I’m loyal, sure. I’m also his puppet, there’s no doubt about that. But Anti prefers a puppet who could think for himself as his General, you know?”

Marvin felt his heart stop at those words. Jackie had been complaining about another magic using villain who called himself General was manipulating the minds of the people in the city with some of the darkest magics he has ever seen. They had some suspicions that the General was working together with Anti since the glitch didn’t seem to bothered by the villain infringing on his territory.

“You were the one who hurt Jackie to the point he was unconscious for an entire week.” It was whispered with the same hollowness that Marvin could feel in his heart. Horror and disgust tasted bitter in his tongue as he remembered Chase being so devastated at Jackie’s horrid injuries.

But that had all just been faked.

Chase giggled and allowed him to drop his chin back to his chest. The younger ego made a tiny spin in front of him  and practically chirped, “I’m quite the good actor, aren’t I?”

And he is… No one suspected that he would be completely on Anti’s side, not when he expressed complete disgust and hatred at the mere mention of the glitch in their presence. He kept their spirits up as much as he was also swamped with stress and having to fight back Anti’s attempts of taking the channel.

“Why?” was all Marvin could ask. He wanted to understand. He needed to understand.

Chase clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his head to the side.

“Why?” Chase mused, he paced in front of Marvin as he thought of his answer. “Well, I’m sick of being weak, Marvin. I’m sick of being treated like I’ll shatter any second now just because a small breeze passed through me. So when Anti came to me, telling me that he can teach me, can help me grow stronger, can stop me from feeling like utter shit every single day while the rest of you are off, hiding away from him while I’m trying to keep the channel up, I decided to take his offer.”

He crouched down so that they were face to face and the smile Chase had on earlier had faded away into a blank mask.

“While all of you weren’t there, he came and then he took. Simple and easy,” Chase simply said before straightening up again. “I’d love to chat more with you but I still got videos to edit, people to brainwash, and maybe a certain doctor to hunt down for my King.”

Marvin jerked at those words, he has to find a way to warn the others about Chase turning his back on them. They don’t even have a single idea—

“Oh and Marv? Feel free to try using your magic. This beautiful room was made by mine and my King’s ideas. I asked you how do you think you’re going to die earlier right? Well… Since you didn’t answer, I guess I should tell you now.” Chase patted Marvin’s hair before entangling the strands around his fingers and yanking the magician’s face up to meet his smiling eyes. “You’re going to die here, all alone and completely forgotten by everyone. Every second that you spend in this room, you’ll feel your magic being sapped out until you’re nothing but a cold, empty shell of yourself. You’ll die here, in the dark, and no matter how loud you scream or beg, nobody will come to save you. Not the hero, not the doc, not the mute, and most definitely, not the community.”

“Wait—! Chase, fuck—” The chains clattered as Marvin attempted to reach out to Chase when he started walking away. He didn’t even know why he was trying to get the other to reach reason not when he knows now just how tightly Anti’s strings strung around his little brother. “You don’t have to do this!”

“On the contrary, of course I do! Once you’re down, Jackie’s gonna be too busy trying to hunt outside for you to pay attention to what’s happening on the inside. Then I can take down the Doc and Jamie so that Jackster would be completely helpless.” Chase cheerily said, walking with a skip on his steps. “Once we got you guys down well… I can lay down the world on my King’s feet. Happy twenty-two million subscribers, right?”

The door opened and Chase paused before he completely exited the room. He looked back, his eyes completely green much like His at this point, and gave Marvin that happy smile that previously filled him with contentment and now only incited feelings of disgust at himself and the other, remorse for not seeing and preventing the other’s fall, and hopelessness when he sees the shadows grin victoriously behind Chase.

“Goodnight, big brother. You’ll see the others soon enough.”

With those last words, the door closed behind Chase and Marvin was swallowed up by the darkness.