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envy-of-the-apple · 3 years ago

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Yandere!Mahito x reader

sorry for the long wait! I cant write smut and i kept rewriting parts cuz id be like ‘wait he’s being too nice, fuck i forgot he’s a terrible person’ and just delete like five paragraphs.

I’m def missing a few warnings. let me know what i gotta add

(Warning: General existence of Mahito, tw rape/noncon, unsafe sex, dark content, overstimulation, a tad too much licking )

word count 2.9k~

Part one is here

Look Pt2

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You often wondered what was better: to live in ignorant bliss or know the cruel truth?

You asked your friend this question once. She told you that she’d prefer to live with the truth, that living a lie would be absolutely mind-crushing.

You instantly knew she couldn’t see them either.

A snap of fingers brings you back. Mahito’s grinning, tilting his head as he observes you. He looks amused.

“Pretending not to see me won’t work again. Nice try though, it’s kind of adorable how stupid you are,” He leans forward, roughly pinching your cheek.

It hurts. You try not to wince.

“I-I wasn’t,” You weakly argue, “I swear.”

You weren’t lying. There was really no use in pretending anymore. There was no use in fighting back either. He’d won.

No, it was more like you had lost from the start.

Mahito hummed. His fingers started playing with the end of your shirt.

Oh, right.

You weren’t surprised. Mahito had heavily hinted how deep his obsession with you went. The looks, the sensual touches. You expected something like this.

Expectation didn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking.

Your hesitance seemed to excite Mahito further. You’d barely touched your shirt before hands were gripping the hem to pull. Rebellion was instinctive. You jerked your shirt back, then you felt something sharp.

A claw, much bigger than Mahito’s other four fingers, was nestled beside your stomach. You could barely understand how he could change his body like that, how that could even be possible, when he pushed. He gently tapped on skin, not enough to draw blood, just a silent warning. Behave.

You immediately stilled.

“Good.” Mahito tugs your shirt off. “Much better.”

It isn’t cold, but you still shiver. The stinging in your eyes was back. You hunch over, covering your chest with your hands.

You’re not looking at Mahito anymore-you can’t- preferring to keep your eyes shut. He doesn’t seem to mind, at least he doesn’t seem to voice any complaints. Instead, he leans closer and you could feel something wet caress your bare shoulder.

A hot wet tongue tails over your clavicle, leaving a line of drool on your skin. You feel disgusted, dull sparks explode from where he touched you. He gripped your waist as his mouth found your neck and he bites.

You manage to suppress your shriek. It hurts. It was like Mahito was planning on actually eating you. He wanted to rip you apart, you were sure of it, leaving only bones behind.

He pulls away and, through slitted eyes, you can see his mouth is stained with blood-your blood. He’s panting, barely restrained fingers are running over your chest. They’re trailing down the strap of your bra. His hands are feverish, greedy. He looked like he needed more.

And you couldn’t stop him.

Mahito isn’t asking you anymore, more interested in just ripping your clothes off himself. He doesn’t bother trying to figure out the bra clasps, not when he can just slice the front, barely missing your flesh. You don’t have time to react before he’s meeting sensitive skin.

His hands are cold, it’s all what you can think as they travel to your tits, traversing your burning flesh. His fingers are too firm, pressing into your skin, hands of the inexperienced, but it’s sending shivers of something up your shoulders. And then you’re barely thinking because his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck again and bites again.

You aren’t ready for it, not with his touches being an already huge distraction. You aren’t ready and something small and needy pushes through your throat. A sigh.

You stiffen and Mahito’s pausing. His hands retract a bit, as if suddenly unsure and he’s pulling away, looking up. He tilts his head and you feel heat flood your cheeks. The taste of shame is fresh on your tongue.

He grins.

“Hey,” He whispers breathily, “Think you can do that again?”

It’s anger, you know it’s anger, and you’re about to scream before Mahito’s ducking back down, fingers clamping over your tits to squeeze.

He’s touching you everywhere, not giving a moment of reprieve. To him, you respond beautifully, reluctantly arching your back, giving him gasps and moans that seem to grow louder the more insistent he gets. He’s rough and you’re sure there’ll be marks tomorrow, constant reminders of what you’ve done today.

It’s so much and you’re barely noticing his hands trail down, past your stomach leaving cold trails in his wake. You don’t notice until you feel a tugging on your skirt and your eyes fly open as you realize far too late.

“Wait,” You start, trying to shift away. He doesn’t let you, “Wait, just wait please-”

You’re forgetting his threats, squirming and the beginnings of a rebel taking shape. Mahito’s quick to suppress, fluidly reaching over to pin you against the soft cushions. One hand on your hip, the other around your neck. He’s not squeezing. There’s just the tiniest hint of pressure, waiting.

His eyes are wide, giddy, as he scans your face, the redness in your eyes, your tear streaked face. You try to sink into the pillows as he leans closer, his tongue darting out to lick your cheek. Your tears, you faintly realize. You wondered if he could taste what he did to you, if he could distinguish the feelings of anguish, dread, fear, all nestled in salty water.

“Please.” You say again. A whisper. A beg.

His smile widens, but he doesn’t answer. He loves this. You know he does. After weeks of being unresponsive, Mahito can finally see you look at him, tremble, fear him, hate him.

He wants you to hate him even more.

You know you’re giving him exactly what he wants, but as he slides down your skirt, the fear in your heart palpitates again and you can’t help it. You can feel your heartbeat quicken on Mahito’s thumb. He’s feeling it too.

The skirt pools on the floor, the only thing you’re in is the ripped up bra and your panties. He shifts again, the hand leaves your neck as he sinks to the floor, right between your thighs. He leans his head against your thighs and you can feel his gray hair swish against your legs. It’s oddly soft. Almost human-like.

Everything about him is almost human-like.

“You’re oddly protective of this area,” He hums, eyes flicking up to engulf your looks of panic.

You don’t respond, but he isn’t really looking for an answer. Mahito instead focused on your rising heat, fingers just barely caressing the soft skin of your thigh. His hands suddenly clamp down in a squeeze. You jerk. He laughs. It’s cruel.

You think you could handle it when Mahito’s finger starts moving closer, just barely skimming your panties. You expected it. Predicated it. There was no way to get out of this. There’s still this feeling of dread that comes when he places a forefinger on your clothed slit, just barely moving up and down. There’s something else too. Something that you’re trying to push away. It’s strong, an urge, and you’re praying you’re stronger.

But his actions are growing bolder and the shame gives away to a dull spark of pleasure. You flinch. Mahito notices. It’s all the motivation he needs because he’s humming, head moving closer to latch onto your clothed pussy. You squeak, hips jerking as you try to shift away from the sudden heat. His hands keep you in place, as well as a sharp glance up.

His mouth is dripping with hot saliva. It completely soaks your panties as his tongue lurks out to press against the cloth. The heat and pressure engulfs your pussy and a gasp threatens to break from your mouth. You’re sucking in cold air, hoping it's enough to cool your body.

It isn’t.

He’s not quiet either. Mahito lets out a loud moan, pressing further into your clit. It sounds so dirty, and something warm swirls in your stomach again.

He leans back, and you think he’s finally done with tormenting you but the demon is just pulling out your panties. He lets the cloth fall to your ankles.

Mahito grins, clearly enjoying what he’s seeing. The satisfied look on his face makes something in you jolt.

“Is this what you were hiding?” Mahito reaches to push into your folds, “You’re dripping.”

Humiliation is suffocating. For once, you are glad these horrid sights are for you only.

He’s ducking down, this time paying close attention to your clit. It’s so much worse now. Your hands are reaching down, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to tug. He doesn’t even seem to care, humming in delight.

He didn't know what he was doing. His moments are too fast, then too slow, there’s no rhythm for you to hold on to. It’s mindless. Inexperience.

But it doesn’t matter because it’s working. It’s working and you’re sinking into the cushions, gasping as his tongue swirls circles around your clit. He’s slow, taking his time, building something up from scraps of you. Your hands no longer try to push him away but just hold on as your hips start to move on their own, reacting to his messy rhythm.

Unconsciously, you pull him closer.

He’s voicing his appreciation, actual words muffled by skin. You can feel his tongue raking up and down your slit, crudely taking it all in. His teeth carelessly bump against your clit. You hiss at that. He doesn’t bother apologizing.

Despite his attention diverting, he doesn’t let himself get too distracted. When your hand comes up to muffle your pathetic sounds, thick fingers wrap themselves around your wrists, yanking the appendage down to your hip. His groan of disapproval reverberates through you, and you suppress as shudder.

You barely get a hint, there’s just the slightest tease of a breath, the smallest lick, before his mouth is enveloping your clit to suck and you’re gone.

There’s an implosion, a sagging wave of pleasure and relief. You throw your head back, not even bothering to clamp down the scream as something good washes over your body. You are barely remembering to breathe. It’s too much and you feel yourself falling back to earth but you can’t you just can’t because Mahito’s picking up the pace, going faster and faster and-

Oh.

“You’re not stopping,” You gasp, “Why-why aren’t you stopping-?” The question is cut off by a dull moan, pulled out of you by Mahito’s feverish tongue.

He doesn’t answer, more intent on pressing harsher, pushing deeper, and you’re dizzyingly wondering if he’s trying to kill you, if this is how you’re going to go, trapped by unyielding pleasure. Too strong. Too much.

You’re forgetting the position you're in, your reluctant willingness, and you move to pull away, just for some relief. A harsh bite on your thigh makes you yelp.

Mahito’s still smiling. But there’s a warning in his eyes. A dull sort of annoyance.

“I’m not done yet,” He frowns, “So stay still.”

Warmth meets your oversensitive pussy again and it’s finally finally clicking in your messy mind. He’s experimenting. Exploring. He wants to know every inch of you. Every single step to make you crack. Every human weakness.

One down, a thousand more to go.

It’s after your second orgasm when he finally pulls away. The lower half of his face is covered in remnants of you. He’s greedily licking it up, not letting a single drop go to waste. You don’t have the mental capacity to be disgusted, breathlessly watching as he lifts himself off his knees, eagerly crawling over your exhausted body.

He’s not done with you, he’s not kind enough for that. Hands cage you on the couch, not leaving much room to escape. Lowering himself on top of you, Mahito’s quick to resume his earlier ministrations, glazing his tongue across your bare shoulder. Your skin is hot under his mouth. You jerk, arching your back, hoping to get away from his touch. All it does is give better access to your neck, which Mahito quickly indulges himself in.

“Fuck,” He pulls away, “I really can’t get enough of you.”

You peer up at him. Much to your dismay, he fiddles with his pants, impatiently jerking the fabric down. You try not to look but, much like a car crash that’s too horrific to not gawk at, you’re staring at the bulge in pants, flinching when something hot and blunt rests against your thigh.

“I haven’t really found a use for this,” He breathes lowly in your ear, “Well, I guess until now.”

He’s not patient, then again you never pegged him as someone who waits. He’s quick to angle himself with your wet hole, before thrusting his entire length in one single movement.

It hurts. You’re squeezing your eyes shut, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. His hands move to settle on your hips, but other than that he doesn’t move. When the pain subsides, you peer up to look at him. Mismatched eyes stare back. You can’t tell what he’s thinking.

Without warning, he gives an experimental jerk. You wince, and your walls clench around his cock. He grins.

“That’s it,” He coos, starting a messy tempo, “Just like that.”

He doesn’t start off slow, why would he? It’s not like he’s your lover, overwhelming you with complete adoration, hoping you like this just as much as he does. He doesn’t care about your comfort, your likes, your preferences. Mahito just wants you to lay like that, underneath him, twitching and moaning and pliant. He wants to use you like a sex doll and you just have to take it.

Your mind is screaming all this to you, but your traitorous body is humming, slowly becoming more and more aroused by his movements. Your walls continue to betray you, letting his movements become less jerky, more fluid. Out of curiosity, he angles his hips a little forward, coincidentally hitting that spot inside you. You mewl.

“So loud,” He breathes, “I think you might like me.”

Not coherent enough to form words, you just glare. Offended, he continues to press on that spot, giving a lecherous grin when your eyes widen and you throw your head back in a silent scream.

He wasn’t watching before, but he certainly is now. You can feel his gaze raking over your face, drinking in every expression, every tremble, every gasp. Unlike you, he seems barely affected by what he’s doing. He’s far more interested in what he’s doing to you. His eyes are crinkled in a leering stare, and there’s a wide grin on his face. Disturbing. Unsettling.

He’s a fucking creep.

But you don’t have the luxury to cuss him out, do anything to really make him know it, because he’s picking up the pace, going faster than what should be humanly possible. When he starts to lean dangerously forward, your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders, pushing him as far away from you as you can. His fingers run across your body, tweaking your tits. Another moan spills out of your throat, reluctant pleasure overwhelms you.

He catches your mouth before you can shut it, jamming two fingers past your lips, depressing your tongue. Your eyes widen and it’s instinct to bite, lurch. He doesn’t let you get far, forcing your head back into the soft cushions.

You feel him spread his fingers on your tongue, pressing against the inside of your cheeks. He approves of what he sees because he laughs, rolling his hips in a way that has you keening. His fingers act like a gag, making you unable to anything but hum pathetically in his hold.

“Oh,” Mahito suddenly coos, “You’re drooling.”

Of course you are. Mahito doesn’t look the slightest bit disgusted, if anything, he looks eager.

You can’t do anything but shiver as he invades your space once again, removing his fingers to replace it with his mouth. It isn’t a kiss, it barely even resembles one. There’s too much teeth, too much pressure. It’s too greedy, too domineering, too much.

But you’re starting to see him be affected by this. Blood is rushing to his face; he looks drunk. Mahito’s grinning in pure euphoria, watching as you writhe and squirm underneath him. You think he gets off to this. How helpless you are beneath him.

He’s barely touched you, but it takes little time to finally fall. It’s sudden, this time. There’s no build up or slow wash of relief. It’s almost blinding. You see white as something something something barrels through your body. You seize, squeezing his cock tighter as you mindlessly ride your orgasm against him.

Mahito’s not far behind. He gives a short groan, humming into your mouth, before he gives a final shaky push. You feel something warm disperse into your pussy. You can’t even think to scream before he’s stilling above you, just moments away from feeling the pangs of overstimulation.

You two stay like that for a while. He doesn’t move, still deep inside you. He allows you to catch your breathing, barely even moving, content to just listen to your harsh breaths, your mind still fuzzy to truly understand what happened. At some point, your hands had moved, now lazily wrapped around his shoulders in and effort to stabilize you.

You’re breaking out of the haze when Mahito starts laughing. It’s giddy, slightly breathless. He breaks away from your lips, moving to bury himself in your sensitive neck. You can feel his hair again, soft on your skin.

“See?” He says, nuzzling your neck.

“I told you it’d be fun.”

#yandere mahito x reader #mahito #yandere jjk x reader #tw non-con #tw overstimulation #jjk #yandere #dark content #i feel like i should add more tags #but idk what #non con kissing #non con touching #Smut

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b-ritney · 2 years ago

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ECSTASY

I love a good sober love sesh (not that id know ive never done it) but I’ve been toying with the idea of Eddie suggesting you guys try taking ecstasy before sex he wants you to feel the heightened sensations but you worry something might go wrong so he offers to stay sober while you trip so he can help you if something goes wrong. This is between two consenting adults in an established relationship. (I in no way encourage this behavior, you should never leave yourself at the mercy of someone else no matter how well you know them. Stay safe out there lovelies.)

This is inspired by 2 other fics, one was taking ecstasy with Axl Rose which is on Wattpad, and another one with Eddie on this platform which I will put link here, https://at.tumblr.com/ohcaptains/take-the-edge-off/5s275rhehnp9. It's called "Take The Edge Off" If you like my fic, you'll like theirs better guaranteed, it's AMAZING.

Warnings: drug use, spit, fingering, slight choking, slight spanking, P in V, sub naïve reader, experienced Eddie, mentions of anxiety.

Side note: (I will NEVER EVER sexualize being taken advantage of, my characters will always be informed and consciously aware of what to expect in encounters like this.)

Summary: I- I got nothing it’s fucking Monday and I’m out here writing filth like I don’t have 2 exams this week.

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After a long week at school, there is nothing you wanted more than for your boyfriend to ravage you and work out all of your aggression with his own, but instead, you and Eddie took a drive after school, just to feel the fresh fall breeze; he knows how much it calms your anxiety. Once you got to his trailer Wayne had already left for the night, leaving you to yourselves for the evening. You threw down your bag and huffed as the pressure released from your shoulders; " I swear that thing gets heavier every day." you say rubbing your neck. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head on your shoulder; " I'm sure it does considering you have my homework in there too!" He laughs kissing you on the cheek. You giggle as his hair tickles you, he begins poking your sides making you double over in laughter. "Ahhh Eddie!!" You shriek, you sprint down the hallway, shamefully realizing you've cornered yourself in his room.

He tackled you onto his bed, careful not to crush you with his full body weight. "UNCLE UNCLE!" you yell.

"I don't think so." he laughs pinning your arms above your head. The mood shifts a little and you can't help but feel this is a little cliche but kind of sexy. He must feel it too because he kisses you.

"I love you." he says against your lips.

"I love you too, Eddie."

He lays off to your side on one elbow tracing your body with his eyes; "What's up babe?" His eyes snap up to meet yours.

" I've just been thinking about trying something with you but I wasn't sure if you'd be cool with it." You sit up and he follows.

"Oh, well, I'm all ears, this is always interesting." you snickered.

" I'm serious babe," he said tucking your hair behind your ear, "a while back I tried taking ecstasy while I was umm.. thinking about you; and it made me wonder if you'd want to try it while we were uh well you know." You tilt your head, "

"I'm lost."

"I want to get high and fuck you." his crass words made you swallow.

"Uhh I mean, if you've done it before then I'm ok with it."

He smiled, " Are you sure? I know the drugs throw you off sometimes."

"Wha- what are the effects?" you inquired, Eddie could sense your apprehensiveness and pulled your back flush with his chest against the headboard, stroking up and down your sides, his breath warm against your neck.

"You'll take less than half of a pill, and it will make you all warm and fuzzy, and everything will feel... more."

"More?"

"Yeah, every touch, every kiss, every word even, will feel amplified by like 50 times."

"That doesn't sound too scary." you say nuzzling into his chest.

"I want to make sure you're sure, because with your anxiety it may twist differently than it does with me."

"Well, what if something goes wrong? How can we fix it if both of us are loaded?"

"How about this, since I've already done it a few times, why don't you take it and I'll stay grounded just in case."

"You'll miss out though?

"Don't worry about me sweetheart, if it goes well we can try again."

"Ok."

"You're one hundred percent sure?"

"YES! Eddie come on, please just do something," you say turning over in his lap, straddling him.

"Relax baby, you've gotta take the magic meds." He reached over to his bedside table and with one hand opened the drawer, pulling out a small baggie labeled MDMA he reached inside and pulled out a fourth of a single pill; setting the bag on the table. "You ready?"

You nodded excitedly, he looked you in the eyes, raising the drug to his mouth and placing it on his tongue. He laced his hand around the back of your neck bringing you to meet his lips. Pushing the sliver of Ecstasy in your mouth with a deep and slow french kiss.

You involuntarily rocked your hips into his, the anticipation for what was to come made your heart race.

"Slow down," he snickered while he sucked bruises into the soft flesh of your neck, "give it a few minutes to kick in."

You held each other for what felt like hours, slowly undressing until you were both down to your underwear. Eddie worshiped you, kissing every inch of skin he could reach, extending your arms to peck from your fingertips to your shoulders. Holding your ankle to kiss from the top of your foot all the way to your hips. When he got to your belly you started to giggle uncontrollably. When Eddie looked up you were staring at the ceiling laughing at nothing. He crawled above you to hover over your face. "Sweetheart, you still with me?," he tilted his head laughing himself at your giddiness.

"Depends, what plane of existence are you on?"

"Leave it to you to ask existential questions when you're fucked up." he laughed leaning down to capture your lips again.

"Eddie please don't stop,... every time you touch me it feels electric."

"I'm copyrighting that as a song lyric," he said while he picked up again at your panty line.

"You better give me credit"

"Princess, the song will be about you." he said through gritted teeth as he pulled the waistband of your underwear, making you jump when it snapped back into place.

"Eddiiiie" you whined, "please do something I need you."

"Now that it's in your system you've gotta remember to use your words in case it gets to be too much, understand."

You nod. He pops your thigh lightly.

"What did I just say?"

"To use my words."

"Good girl." He stands above you, wrapping his hands behind your knees to violently yank you forward to the edge of the bed. He slowly pulled your blue lace panties down your legs. You felt every trace of the fabric moving across your skin, brushing the fine invisible hairs covering your body as if you were running your hand through blades of grass. The feeling made goosebumps in their wake causing you to shiver with eagerness. Eddie tossed the garment, and bent your knees together up to your chest, leaning forward to place gentle kisses on each of them, "you still doin' ok?"

"Y-yes," you let out shakily, "I love you."

"I love you more."

He parted your legs, staying eye level with you, to try and relax your racing heart. "You're so beautiful." he kissed your nose.

He reached down and started rubbing tight circles on your clit, causing you to arch your chest into Eddie's from the overwhelming sensation.

"Ahhh E-Eddie"

"Shh I know, I know, just breathe."

The feeling was like nothing you have ever experienced, even the lightest touch made you see stars. He brought his hand back up to your mouth. "Open." he rested his middle and ring fingers on your bottom lip, he slid his fingers in as you swirled your tongue around them. He left them there a few seconds until he was satisfied, then put them back at your soaked core. Slowly he ran his digits up and down between your folds before pushing inside to his knuckles, muffling your elated moans with a searing kiss.

"More, please," you begged, "It feels so good."

"Needy little thing."

He started pumping them in and out all the way, rubbing your clit with his thumb. He had to get to the floor and hold your thigh to keep you from retreating. Without warning, he replaced his thumb with his lips, sucking harshly. You cried out, feeling tears prick your eyes. "Aww baby already?"

"Eddie please- please." He didn't respond he just laughed with his lips around your sensitive bud, the vibrations making you tremble. You feel like your fucking soul escaped you for a brief second. Every movement of his fingers felt incredible, an indescribable bliss. He withdrew them, much to your frustration, just to aggressively lap at you with his tongue, reaching up your body to expertly shove your bra up above your tits. With one hand he began kneading your right breast, twisting your nipple in between his fingers. You began grinding on his face. "God it feels so good." you whimpered shaking. Eddie could barely contain himself you were so adorably agitated, he needed to be inside of you. He stood up undoing his belt, "Why'd you stop?" You cried in a drawn-out whine.

"Aren't you ready for my cock?" you nodded again, Eddie only had to raise an eyebrow before you realized your mistake.

"Yes- Yes please."

"Atta girl," he reached into the same drawer and opened a small foil package, holding it in his teeth as he pulled his pants the rest of the way down, he rolled the condom down his shaft, dropping his head from the feeling. He looked up to realize you were covering your face, "You nervous?" he said peeling your arms from eyes.

"Yes"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No-No.. just please go slow."

"I'll be so gentle baby, I promise."

"Okay" you managed to whisper. Eddie ducked down and sucked on your nipples, giving proper attention to each one as you writhed underneath him. He kissed you on the lips one more time before going back down to spit on your pussy, the sound of it making you shudder with anticipation, licking his fingers he spread it thoroughly through your folds. Then he positioned himself at your entrance, running his cock up and down a few times. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping eye contact as he pushed in, deeper and deeper until his hips connected with yours. You tried to keep your eyes locked on his but it was just so much, you could feel every ridge every vein, every beat of his heart it was so intoxicating. You threw your head back in a silent scream, he picked up the pace slightly, burying his head in your neck, whispering praises.

"Eddieeee, fuckkk!, harder please- please." you wail. He happily complies, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip, as he leaned forward resting his free hand on the mattress beside you. Driving deeper and deeper. The pressure in the pit of your stomach began to build quickly. "I- I'm so close," you whimper, reaching out to cup his face in a yearning kiss.

"Me too, can you hold it baby?"

You can't respond, the pleasure overcoming you, you forget your name, you forget everything except him and the way he feels. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you twist away from him. he keeps you in place with a light grip on your throat. Tears roll down your cheeks, Eddie kisses them away, "Come on pretty girl, cum for me."

It hit you like a FUCKING title wave. You felt frozen yet your body was convulsing, as Eddie's hips faltered, finishing in the condom. He fucked you through it, when your body stilled he pulled out, and threw out the rubber. "Don't go Eddie please, don't go." You cried curling into yourself, the intensity of your orgasm making your brain foggy.

"I'm right here sweetheart, it's ok, I'm not going anywhere." he brushed your sweaty hair away from your face. Rubbing your side, laying next to you. You wrapped around him, and he clung to you just as tight, rolling over, firmly rubbing up and down your back. "Let's get you showered and sobered up."

"How do you do that?" you asked tilting your head up to face him.

"Step one, we order pizza,"

"and step two?" you coax

"We cuddle for the rest of the night until you fall asleep safely in my arms." He smiled down at you. You giggled happily as you both stood walking hand in hand to the much-needed shower.

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OMFG this is honestly so refreshing from writing college essays... hope this holds you over until I finish the Billy fic. Stay freaky, B. <3

#eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #rocknroll #smut #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie my love #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things season 4 #st 4

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a3shithole · 4 years ago

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can I request headcanons of spring troupe (or any troupe) with an idol!s/o? thanks in advance!

Ooh! This should be interesting and kinda difficult, since Japanese idol culture when it comes to love life is kinda... y'know (´∀｀；)

I'll write headcanons for spring troupe for now! Spring Troupe with an idol!s/o! I'm more confident and comfortable on doing female idol since I used to be a Wota (an extreme one, if I'm being honest 💦), so reader will use feminine pronouns, sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. Feel free to request other troupes if you like this one. Have a nice day! 🌻

Sakuya

- Before you two date each other, you were already a fan of Mankai. You accidentally saw a poster of Romeo and Julius and decided to go watch the play. And then you saw Romeo. He became your favorite actor. He shines the brightest on stage and you just can't help but fall for him. You always disguise yourself, not wanting to divert the attention of the troupe to you when you go to Mankai plays. You always leave a gift for Sakuya on the closing night

- He can't believe he got a fan, on his very first play nonetheless! He keeps all of your gifts, along with the fan letter you include because it motivates him. He really wants to know who you are and thank you personally for your endless support

- One day, he saw Kazunari and Taichi watching an interview of an upcoming popular idol group in the living room. It was your group. It was showing a segment of your group doing a punishment mini-game. You are scribbling an answer on your paper and show it to the screen with a charming giggles

- That's when Sakuya almost yelped in surprise. He recognizes that hand-writing. The curve and how you put decorations around it. He felt like Kazunari and Taichi can hear his heartbeat, since the two of them looking at him with concern

- He excuses himself to his bedroom to do his homework, now feeling bashful knowing someone like you would be a fan of his

- He is now curious about you. He found your instablam and almost shrieked when he saw you holding one of the gift that is now in his possession. The comments flooded with who is that gift for or from

- He is confident that it is you the one who's been supporting him. He had the urge to thank you face by face

- So on closing night, he decided to sneakily hide and wait for you to drop your gift on the front table people usually put their gift. Each table labeled with the actors that are playing tonight

- It's almost time for the plays to begin and he almost gives up and goes back to backstage when someone with a hoodie and sunglasses arrives and drops a gift on the table with 'Sakuma Sakuya' labeled on it. He recognizes the cover letter you always use and finally realize it is really you behind those sunglasses, confirming his suspicion

- "S-She is so pretty!"

- Little did he realize, he said that out loud and not just in his thought. Surprising both you and Sakuya himself. He apologizes for creeping on you and explaining himself

- You were embarrassed that he knows who you are. But he is genuinely thanking you for your support and would like to know you better. And with that usual bright smile of his, you felt like you are falling for him

Masumi

- It is a total surprise for the Spring Troupe to hear Masumi listening to cheery idol songs. Is it something the Director likes? No, they know Izumi is not into that type of music

- He even starts hanging some posters of a certain girl that appeared to be an idol, on his bedside. Tsuzuru is kinda scared to see this change

- They also notice that he acts differently. He's less cold than he usually is. And most importantly, he didn't cling to Izumi like he usually does. And Izumi seems to be more close and more sister-like towards him. Leaving the entire company baffled. Did they miss a note somewhere?

- So the entire Spring Troupe decided to investigate and follow their fellow dark-haired friend around for some days

- And that's how they all ended up at an underground idol concert. Citron describing what's an underground idol so detailed to Sakuya is quite a bizarre sight

- "Can't believe this is what puberty does to oneself."

- "Itaru-san, now is not the time to joke around!"

- Then that's when they saw Masumi. With a girl that was just on the stage before. Dressed in cute bright colors. He looks so happy, chatting with you. And so does you

- And with that, Spring Troupe silently agrees to help Masumi and you to be with each other. In a healthier way. Which, Masumi accept, surprising them

- They helped him prepare himself for a date with you. Where the date should be. How he should confess his feelings. All of that cutesy stuff

- It took the entire Spring Troupe and a long tiring explanation from Tsuzuru to stop Masumi to get a wedding ring to give to you. With the help of Tsumugi, they get him a bouquet of flowers that Masumi can give to you. Yuki even helped Masumi dressed up

- Sakuya and Citron cheered and wish him good luck, Tsuzuru gave him a soft pat on his back, while Itaru and Chikage just gave a small thumbs up for their friend

- And there goes Masumi, going on a date

- You were flattered to receive the flowers from him and put them on a vase before you two went onto your date

- He brings you to a zoo. It was fun walking around, looking at animals while holding each other's hands. When it's the closing hour, he confesses how he felt towards you, with his face slightly flushed

- When he came back home, the Spring Troupe didn't need to ask him how the date was. It was answered clearly with his bright smile plastered on his face

Tsuzuru

- He met you when he was doing his part-time job as a barista. It was an embarrassing first impression. From Tsuzuru's point of view, that is

- You walk in to order something to drink while you wait for your manager to pick you up. But when your gaze met each other, he just stood still. In a daze. Staring at you. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you are. He finally snapped from his daydream when you waved your hand in front of him. He profusely apologizes with a red face and asked for your order again

- You're amused by his demeanor, you found him cute. So that's how you ended up being a regular on this cafe, just to met him

- Tsuzuru felt like he's about to combust when one day you casually introduce yourself and ask for his name

- When your manager taps your shoulder to go, you leave a piece of paper for him. Tsuzuru felt like he can die in peace when he realized you gave him your LIME ID

- He was about to message you when he's back at the dorm, until his eyes landed on a magazine, almost choked on his own spit when he saw YOU with some girls in a cute dress. "Sensational Idol Group This Year!" imprinted largely on the cover. He felt a bit intimidated. What if he's intruding on you while you're busy? But a part of him really wants to talk to you and want to know you. He realizes it was love at first sight for him

- He already typed something on his screen. All he needs to do is click the 'send' button. He's been staring at it for half an hour. Then someone surprised him, making him drop his phone. To say that he is in absolute horror when he realized the message was delivered was an understatement

- When you see that you are typing back to him, he closed his app. Heart beating fast. And then his phone vibrates. He cautiously opens his phone, to see a reply from you. He immediately replies

- You two text almost every day. Getting to know each other, what he does for a living, telling what happened at your work, his brothers... The topics keep flowing naturally. When he told you that he found out you are an idol is so funny to you

- You asked him if he wants to go on a date with you. You're a bit concerned if you were a bit too straightforward because he didn't reply for almost an hour. He finally replied with a simple 'sure'. The truth is he is freaking out with joy on the other side

- It was a nice date. You two watched a movie and ate lunch at a cozy desolate restaurant. He insists on escorting you back home

- You thanked him for today. When you're about to enter your home, he finally musters up his courage and confesses his feelings to you. You turn yourself back to him with a grin, and happily reciprocate his feeling

Citron

- It's kinda a funny accident that you and Citron ended up dating each other

- You got a day off and your manager let you do whatever you want to do, so you decided to take a stroll. That's when you saw a guy doing a... street act? He's reciting a line while doing wonky dance moves, managing to grab people's attention on the street. You finally recognize the dance. You saw it every day, your fans made that specific dance just for you after all

- You did not realize that people were starting to notice you there. An excited scream from an audience alerting everyone around you, and now all attention is on you

- You awkwardly smile at them, and they are now surrounding you. Asking for an autograph, a selfie, or even a handshake

- You felt a hand grab you, and it guides you out of the crowds. You now ended up in a secluded alley. It's the guy that was dancing just now. He doesn't look Japanese, so when he finally asks if you are okay in Japanese, you are relieved. You tell him you're okay and thanked him for helping you out from the situation

- He realized he hasn't introduced himself properly. Citron is his name. He seems like a nice person, so you decided to introduce him with your real identity. You're not surprised that he recognizes your name

- He then starts cheerfully rambling about someone in his theatre company who is quite popular like you, and... start advertising? You kinda didn't get what he said with his sloppy Japanese, but it's endearing to see how passionate he is talking about his theatre company

- He offered you a spare ticket to watch his upcoming plays, and before you could decline his kind gesture, he's already gone. Leaving you with a ticket in hand. You stared at the ticket with Mankai Company imprinted on it. It's not that far from here and you have a holiday on that day. So you why not?

- You came and watched the play. Now with proper disguise, not wanting to repeat the same mistake twice. You are pleasantly surprised watching how different he look on stage, and how different he sound

- When the show ends, he approaches you, complimenting him and thanking him for giving you a free ticket. He's a nice company to be with, so when he invites you to join the closing night party, you agree to it

- When you show up to the Mankai dormitory, everyone is so welcoming to you, some can't believe that you know Citron of all people. You and Citron become really close after that

- You always come to his plays and he always comes to your shows, sometimes with someone from Mankai. Or even the entire company

- One day he gave you a box of dates*. On valentine's day. You thought he mistook it as chocolate, but with a serious expression, he then explains to you that it is a tradition from his country to give these to someone you love. You are flustered to hear his... confession. But you accept it gladly

Itaru

- Before you two were dating, he was your number one fan. All of your merch? He has an altar full of it. Your live shows? He never misses one. Your appearance in an obscure rhythm game? You bet he will whale his way to get that exclusive card of your character just to be able to hear your voice lines of "Welcome home, Producer!"

- "Chigasaki, did you sleep...?"

- "No, and I refuse to do so until I get her card. Now leave, I'm busy here."

- "But today is Monday."

- "...Can you tell the boss that I'm si--" "No."

- The fact that you two ended up dating each other is a dream come true for Itaru. You are as angelic as your idol persona appears to be. Sure, you have a side you never show as an idol, but that shows you are just a human like him. And that just make him love you even more

- You two met through work. Itaru's company was doing a promotional campaign and he was the one assigned to be the head of the project. He was irritated because it will affect his gaming time and his time fanboying over you

- But when you show up at the meeting to discuss the promotional campaign, he almost screams. The idol that he adores so much is in front of him! In a casual dress and polite smile threw to him

- It took so much for him to stay in his business persona. He saw you on your live shows. But to be able to sit in front of you? God. You are so beautiful up close, he can't help it. It is a miracle that he stayed in character the whole meeting. When he's back to the dorm, he gushes himself to Banri, Sakuya, and Citron that are happened to be in the living room

- "Ooh! You met a gravure* idol?"

- "The hell you know gravure from? She's from an idol group. Not gravure."

- "...what's gravu--" "I will stop you right there, Sakuya."

- You were charmed with his princely persona. You two ended up getting close with each other and even staying in contact after the promotional campaign is over. He asked you to a fancy dinner one day, you happily accepted. He dressed up so nicely, you can't help but stare at him the whole night. At the end of the date, he confesses to you about his feeling, and you accept his feeling

- When you find his secret side, you find it really adorable, while he got extremely flustered. He's trying his best to explain why he has an altar filled with your merch, but you just hush him down, telling him that you are flattered that you are his oshi*. You even tell him that he0 can secretly be on backstage on your next lie show. Knowing you don't mind this side of him, he took a mental note that you are the one for him

- He is still your number one fan, even after you two date each other. He sometimes sent you a fan cam of you making weird faces that he found on the internet and jokingly said "this u?"

Chikage

- It is a mystery how you two ended up dating each other. Whenever someone asks Chikage about it, no one can tell if he's telling the truth or his usual lie

- "Ah, yeah. We met each other when my company was using her group for promotional purposes."

- "Hold on Senpai, our company never did a promotional campaign...?"

- When people from Mankai asked you how you two met, you laughed and said, "He kidnapped me."

- Perhaps Chikage's habit of lying rubbing onto you. The highschooler of Mankai is playing detective and trying to solve this mystery. Will they find out the truth? Who knows

- He is not fond of showing his private life, which benefits both of you, considering both of your work. It will be a huge scandal if people found you are in a relationship. With that, Chikage takes extra steps and makes sure to erase traces of any kind of hint that you are in a relationship. Theory? Gossip? No one able to see it because it mysteriously disappears as soon as it touches the interweb

- He has zero interest in idols, and found the culture around it weird, but he is still supportive of you being one

- "Oh! I'm surprised you have this magazine! There's my interview in it!"

- He got his way to make sure you are safe when you are doing meet and greet. Idol fans, especially female idols can be extreme at times, and he will not allow you to get hurt

- When you come back from your tour, you always bring Chikage local spices that you got from your tour. It's a tradition at this point

- "I found a lot of spices in Korea!"

- "Nice. Did you get anything special from there?"

- "Yup! I got this thing from a fan! Apparently, it's really popular because of how spicy it is! It's uhhh... Samyang*? We can try it together!"

- You ended up crying yourself out from how spicy the instant noodle is. You curse on him when you saw him casually put more spice in it

- From an outside perspective, Chikage seems to be okay with you often going on tour and the two of you can't spend a lot of time together. Chikage himself often have a business trip so he respects your dedication

- But when he starts missing you, he always tries to busy himself with work. Even if it's mundane stuff like hanging out with the Spice Club more or the Spring Troupe. Which, only Hisoka notices

- "I know you are thinking about her. Just go call her if you miss her, April."

- "I'll give you marshmallow to shut you up."

*dates: small sweet fruits from dates palm

*gravure: female model on magazines marketed to men

*oshi: term for someone you support/fan of

*samyang: a brand of spicy instant noodle from Korea

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cherryobx · 4 years ago

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She’s in a band//Kiara Carrera x reader

request: “hey whenever you aren't busy or anything could u possibly write a fic where the reader's in a rock band n the pogues don't know but they go to this party n she's performing some rly vibe good vocals song and that's when either jj or Kie realize they're in love w the reader? ty🥺”’

A/N: my first time writing for Kie. So feedback would be appreciated.

summary: Sarah invites Kie to a party and she falls for the lead singer in the band that’s performing

warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, written in third person

WC: 1474

(not my gif! creds to the owner!)

“Do you want to go to a party tonight?” Kie asked, entering the Chateau, where all the boys were currently just hanging out.

“A party? Sure, who would we be if we’d turn down a party invitation,” JJ said eagerly, speaking for John B and Pope. Although Pope seemed to be not so fond of the idea, he didn’t say anything.

“Okay, cool. It’s just that Sarah invited me and I felt like it would be weird with just the two of us so I decided to ask you to come too.”

“Sarah invited you but not me?” John B asked furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself.”

“I’m gonna go get ready at Sarah’s place. Then we’ll come here and we can all go with John B’s van.”

Kie then went to Sarah’s place because Sarah had begged that she could do Kie’s makeup for the party.

Sarah was already waiting for her at the door. “Took you long enough. Hurry up now! We don’t have the whole day to just sit around.”

Kiara laughed at her. “Relax, Sarah. We’ve still got like 2 hours.”

“Only 2 hours?!” Sarah shrieked. “We’re in a time crunch.” She grabbed Kie’s hand and dragged her through the house.

“You know I can walk by myself just fine.”

“I know, I know but we really don’t want to be late. I can’t let that happen.”

Sarah sat Kie down on her bed and then walked up to her makeup drawers and started throwing things out of there onto the bed.

One hour and a half later, Sarah was done with Kie’s makeup. Luckily she had done hers before Kiara got there.

“Put these on.” Sarah shoved some clothes into Kiara’s hands and pushed her towards the bathroom to change. Kiara decided not to complain and ask what was wrong with the outfit that she was currently wearing. She didn’t want to argue with Sarah. Especially not now when they had become friends again.

When they were both ready they headed over to John B’s house, where they all sat into the van and drove to the party.

The party took place in a small crowded club-looking place. When they walked in, all they could smell was the booze and the weed. Not that they were complaining though.

There was a stage set up in the back of the room. Drums and different types of guitars were propped up against the speakers.

“What’s the stage for?” JJ asked, a blunt already between his lips. They had been there for a minute and he was already smoking.

“What do you think, dumbass?” Kie rolled her eyes but she was interested as well.

“You didn’t tell me that there’s a band playing tonight.”

“Surprise, I guess,” Sarah shrugged and pulled her over to the bar and got them drinks. The bartender didn’t ask for their IDs, which Kie found weird but assumed that the bartender didn’t really care.

When a girl walked up onto the stage, the people in the room started cheering.

“Hi, everyone!” The girl’s sweet voice caught Kiara’s attention and her eyes shot up to where the voice came from.

“I’m so happy to be here today. It’s not often that I and my band get to play outside of my basement in front of an actual crowd,” she giggled.

Kie was just staring at her. She swore that she had never seen a more beautiful person than the one standing on the stage. And her voice. She hadn’t even sung yet and Kie was enthralled by the sound of it.

“We’re going to play a few of our original songs and then a few covers if that’s okay.” The crowd cheered happily.

Her bandmates walked up to the stage as well and took their places, getting their instruments ready.

“If you know this song, sing along. If you don’t, get out. I’m just kidding! I don’t really care if you know the words or not. But enough of me talking. I’ll start singing now.”

The band started playing and the girl in the middle who was talking, the lead singer, started to sing.

Kie placed her drink down onto a random table beside her, her eyes never leaving the lead singer. She physically couldn’t look away.

“Do you want to go stand in front of the stage?” Sarah asked, noticing Kie’s interest in the singer.

Kie was so focused on her that she didn’t even notice Sarah was talking to her. Sarah shook her a bit.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to go to the front.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re making heart-eyes at her.” Sarah pointed at the girl. “Let’s get her to notice you.”

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary,” Kie nervously stuttered. The thought of her seeing her freaked her out.

“Oh come on! You’re basically drooling at the sight of her.”

“Am not!”

Despite Kiara’s protests, Sarah once again dragged her through the crowd to the front. She looks even prettier up close, Kiara thought once they were there.

The band had played about 3 songs when the lead singer finally made eye contact with Kie. She almost passed out when she smiled at her.

After that, she started constantly looking and smiling at Kie. And it made the butterflies in Kiara’s stomach go crazy.

Kiara hadn’t felt like this around someone in a while, so she didn’t know how to function anymore.

“Kie, let loose. You look weird just standing there,” Sarah laughed and gave her drink to Kiara. “To ease the nerves.”

Kie drank the whole thing and a few minutes later the alcohol started to loosen her up a bit. She started dancing along to the song and even sang along when a cover she knew was played.

“And that was our last song tonight! I hope you all had a good time listening to us.” The crowd cheered once again.

“Thank you, everyone! You’ve been an awesome crowd.” And with that, she walked off the stage and disappeared somewhere backstage.

“You’ve got to go and find her.”

“No way.”

“Kie, this is your chance. You might never see her again.”

“I’ll just make a fool of myself,” Kie said, walking over to the bar and ordering some shots for her and Sarah. They sat down onto the barstools.

“You won’t, trust me.”

“How am I even going to find her?” she asked, looking Sarah into the eyes, but Sarah was looking somewhere else.

“You don’t have to. She’s coming over here.”

Kie quickly spun around and sure enough, she was walking towards them.

“Good luck, Kie!” Sarah patted her back and then scurried away.

“No, don’t leave- Hi!” Kiara greeted her as she finally reached her. “I loved your performance tonight.”

“Aw, thank you! It really means a lot,” she sweetly said. “I’m Y/N. You mind if I sit here?”

“Yes. I mean, no! You can sit here. Definitely. I’m Kiara, but you can call me Kie. If you want to.” The butterflies in Kiara’s stomach were going crazy and she felt like she might actually faint.

“I couldn’t help but notice you in the crowd. You look absolutely stunning,” Y/N complimented her.

“Oh, uh thank you. My friend did my makeup and chose my clothes tonight.”

“Well, then you gotta thank her for me because I couldn’t stop looking at you when I was performing. You were almost too distracting for me,” she laughed.

Kiara didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Y/N asked. Kie nodded.

After a while of talking Y/N stood up. “It’s time for me to go now. We still have to pack our equipment and stuff from backstage. Hopefully, I’ll see you around sometime.” She pressed a kiss onto the corner of Kiara’s lips and started walking away.

But Kiara couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let her just walk away with the chances that they’d never see each other again.

“Hey, wait!” Kie ran after her. Y/N turned around, smirking.

“Can I get your number?”

“I was getting scared you wouldn’t ask,” she laughed and pulled out a pen from her pocket. “Your hand, please.”

Kie stretched out her arm towards her. Y/N took Kiara’s hand in hers and kissed her knuckles before writing her number onto the back of her hand. Kiara felt her skin tingle under her gentle touch.

Then Y/N raised her own hand to her ear, making a phone shape, and mouthed. “Call me.” And with that, she left.

Kiara stood in the middle of the club, a dumbfounded smile on her face. She couldn’t believe that all of that had just happened.

When she walked up to her friends, she sat beside Sarah behind their table.

“I think I’m in love.”

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Prove Me Wrong

M!Reader x Oikawa

a/n: SDKLFJSLDKFJDLSKF OKAY I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST UPDATED BUT I REALLY INVESTED MY TIME INTO RESEARCHING AND READING FANFICS WITH AN M!READER BC I REALLY DIDNT WANNA GET IT WRONG SO I APOLOGIZE IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG AND I HOPE THIS ANON LIKES IT!!!

anon:

-heres an interesting thought. what about flamboyant oikawa with a cold boyfriend😳😳

YEYYY I FINALLY UPDATED

LETS GET STARTED SHALL WE?

okayokayokay

so in the request above

this is a m!reader

meaning you will be male in this one so hehe yep the story starts now

you are,,,

distant

and cold

but its mainly just because you were,,,

too tired to actually put in the effort of socializing

between bouncing between part-time jobs to care for your siblings and to schoolwork and book club

the mans can only do so much

so you spend most of your time in school just trying to catch up on sleep bc youre too busy studying up all night for exams since yanno

✨gRaDuaATiOn��

unfortunately for you, your class had the famous manwhore oikawa tooru

why is that a bad thing?

well, imagine just trying to get some shut eye and suddenly, you just hear a bunch of screaming girls and it gets louder the closer the guy approaches your classroom and when he opens it,

the screams become 10x bass boosted

then imagine that with your sensitive hearing

now,,

it does bother you but it wouldnt bother you as much if he told them to leave

BUT NOOOOOO

he decides to let them in and chat with them and flatter them and continue with that bs until the bell rings

even then,

the girls in your class cant help but keep giggling at him and he always whispers in that obnoxious voice and youre just like two seconds away from ripping his tongue out

now

you dont hate him

you just genuinely dislike his way of living

and the way he talks

and the way he acts

yea see?

no hate

theres a difference

then there was that one time that you got so fed up with it that when oikawa settled on his seat and the fangirls circled him like some cult

they started talking to him all at once trying to get his attention

so it was a garbled mess of sounds and you growled, burying your face deeper in your arms because you would snap really really soon

then one girl shrieked when oikawa smiled at her and then you really just let go of all bearings

your chair made a squeak as you shot up, palms slamming against the wooden desk and your eyes glaring straight at them

‘go back to the farm, ya squealing pigs’

DSKFJLSDFKJSDFKDJS SORRY I LOVE TSUMU

this made everyone silent-even the others in the class just minding their own business

they all knew you as the quiet kid who didnt really talk much but those who did were really scared at you and the way you talked to them with such a cold and monotonous voice that they started spreading rumors about you

even absurd ones like your eyes are so cold bc youve killed so many people that you have no life and empathy left

LIKE WHAT THE HECK YOU STRUGGLED TO GET A SPIDER OUT OF YOUR SISTERS ROOM THE OTHER DAY LIKE EXCUSE YOU

but apparently they were just,,, so scared of you that when you finally got done with them and bursted out, the girls started crying

YALL KNOW THE SAYING LIKE HELL HAS STARTED WHEN THE QUIET KID SNAPS

the females run out of the room scared and the others nervously looks at you

your eyes sweeped through the room and each one of them flinched when you made eye contact with them

YES ASSERT OUR DOMINANCE M/N

the only who didnt was oikawa tooru himself

your eyes landed on him and he still had that stupid smug look on his stupidly gorgeous face and you wanted to ki-WAIT NO SLAP it off of him

‘the hell you looking at?’

you grumbled at him and he just merely shook his head with a smile

‘you remind me a chihuahua, m/n-chan. so cute when its angry’

‘HAH?!’

now it isnt a surprise to hear oikawa tooru say that to a boy bc wowza the school loves him so much that hes a bi icon in seijoh and hes such a king like who cares?

but they were surprised to see you turn red, the tips of your ears to the base of your neck were all flushed

‘see? so cute, right, everyone?’

KSDFJLSDKJFS

THE NERVE OF THIS MAN

the class didnt say anything except just put their heads down bc as much as they wanted to agree with oikawa at how suddenly hot you looked, they were too scared that you might plummet their faces to the ground

maybe thats when everyone started noticing you more

again, you were very quiet, you didnt talk much, you just sat there and listened so obviously you didnt really stand out but then that outburst made you more noticeable

you started seeing girls in your class staring at you then blush and look away abashedly

then the guys in your class started greeting you, even people in the hallways

ngl the attention you suddenly got was overwhelming

especially when oikawa seemed to call out to you all the time now

as you were walking down the stairs, hed see you and he’d shout and wave to you

‘m/n-chan! hiii!!!!’

his loud voice would make everyone turn and look at you and you dont do well with public attention so you turn red and you glare at him

‘shut the hell up, idiot. and dont call me by my first name. we’re not friends’

you turned to walk in the classroom but you looked at him again after taking a few steps

there he was

smiling and giggling with those girls

all he does is smile and giggle and shit

its so damn fake that you cant believe everyone fell for it and the worst thing is oikawa’s doing it to get everyone’s acceptance and validication

it was pathetic and disgusting

poor oikawa :(

now on to baby flatttykawa side,

he was kinda hurt by that

like how the heck are you not friends when youve been going to high school for 3 years?

sure, its only been casual greetings and him waving at you when yall made eye contact

but its still something, right?

right?

when you walked back into the classroom, tooru cant help but feel down at the declaration of the lack of friendship you had

his form slouched and his eyes trailed down but the voice of some girl brought him back to where he was and to fix his attitude

‘oikawa-san? are you okay?’

the others muttered in concern with her but they were eased when he raised a peace sign with the signature smile

‘yep! all good!’

GOD I REALLY CANT STAND IT WHEN HE USES A FACADE TO EVERYONE BUT LIKE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BC HES SUCH A STRONG CHARACTER THAT DOESNT BREAK AND HES SO INSECURE AND IT PAINS ME SO MUCH THAT HE FEELS THE NEED TO HIDE BEHIND A MASK EVERYDAY AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

truth be told,

oikawa has always noticed you

not only do you work at the one bakery with his milk bread but you also work at the convenience store that the team sometimes visits

then he also noticed you picking up your brother from the volleyball practice that takeru’s part of and he cant help but frown at the eyebags under your eyes that he always sees

he lies awake at night just thinking how you would look without those eyebags, without the sickly looking complexion, or even just the lack of life in your eyes

then during class, you sat by the window

tooru knows this bc his eyes always fixes itself on you whenever he opens that door and he has to hold in the need to hug you when he sees you sleeping on your desk

others might call you lazy

others might call you a video game all nighter kid

but they dont notice the things you do

the nervous habits hes seen from you at the times that tooru couldnt help but stare

he knew it was creepy to do it

but you were so silent

you blended yourself into the background and you made sure to stay there

thats why nobody knows anything about you

with good looks like yours and a smart brain (he knew this from mattsun and makki being your students), why exactly were you not known?

maybe thats why it drew you to him

all his life he chased,

but now hes the one chasing?

tooru knows that your left eyebrow lifts when sensei writes something you dont understands

tooru knows that you like to do sudoku in the convenience store while you worked

tooru knows you eat the same meal during lunch every day from the same lunchbox

and he also knows that your brother talks so highly about you from takeru

the little things your brother brags about like your ability to cook f/f or your weird ability to just assemble something without looking at the instruction manual

he notices and knows all these things about you

things that people never really even bothered to

oikawa didnt even know he liked you until iwaizumi pointed it out during lunch

the third years liked to go and eat at the rooftop where it was nice and windy

oikawa was sitting and leaned against the tall wire fence, his eyes fixated on you down below on the bench as you ate your lunch

then you accidentally loosened the chopsticks causing your food to slip off

that made oikawa giggle

he was chuckling and giggling that the others noticed him when he suddenly went quiet

‘oi, oikawa’

makki nudged him back to them and tooru flinched before smiling at them

‘hm? so you do notice me!’

iwa glared

‘idiot. of course we do. youre laughing over there like some damn schoolgirl. did one of your fangirls posses you or something? if not, cut it out. its ugly’

oikawa shot him an offended look

‘what?! iwa-chan so mean!’

mattsun took the liberty to peer over the edge to see what he was looking at and smirked

‘eh? were you looking at l/n-sensei?’

oikawa blushed, feeling like he just got caught doing something bad

‘and what about it? im looking at you too, right now, mattsun!’

makki cackled at oikawa’s poor attempt of reasoning

‘i mean, i dont blame you. if issei wasnt here, id definitely get with him’

SEDKLFJSDLFISDKFJ MATTSUHANA YALL :”)

oikawa’s eyes wandered back down to you and he noticed you put the bento box to the side before sneezing

‘gosh, even his sneeze is cute’

he mumbled then jolted when he heard his own words

iwa sighed

‘what are we going to do with you, shittykawa?’

‘what?! what did i do?!’

iwa’s eyes scrunched and he scrutinized his best friend

‘boke. i feel bad for that kid, doesnt know this stupid idiot likes him’

so thats how oikawa came to terms of it

he thought he was just interested and fascinated with you but he really does like you

and to be honest, he doesnt really want you to know that bc duh, you dont like him so why bother?

baby oiks doesnt interact with you much anymore bc he knows you get uncomfy with attention but he still does look out for you and decides he should just admire from afar

he will live every day just holding his feelings in for you and one day they will disappear

but today just wasnt the day

maybe today was the start of the worst yet the best part of your life

last night was particularly rough as the convenience store you worked in had a drunk person who wanted to fight with you and your manager had to call the police and it was just a mess

to add on to it, midterms were around the corner-like next week- so you were studying up for that

but your sister got sick so you were also trying to take care of her and making sure her fever was going down and her crying ever few hours about her tummy ache didnt allow you to sleep

hehehe single parent working late tingz

ALSO SHE DOESNT HAVE MISS RONA JFC

so yep haha you did NOT get any sleep

so you walked into school that morning, looking tired as hell and mad as hell but you just wanted to sleep bro

the one kid you tutor, matsukawa issei, and his friend who usually tags along, hanamaki takahiro, noticed you dazedly pass them in the hallway and poor dudes felt bad for you

mattsun actually pays you to tutor him bc he knows you need the money while taka preferred to buy you snacks and drinks as compensation

so it was normal that he had an energy drink in his bag that he was going to give you tomorrow during your tutoring day

‘oi! l/n!’

your head perked up at the call of your name and you nodded in greeting at the light brown haired boy

‘hey’

you muttered and mattsun placed his hands on your shoulder to keep you upright

‘oi, l/n, you sure you want to be here? you can go home and we can tell them youre sick or some-’

but you waved your hand

‘nonono todays an important lecture so i cant miss it’

the two guys didnt look convinced but they respected your need to be in school since they too need to be in class for midterms

‘here. at least take this’

makki placed a drink on your hand and you nodded and gave them a small smile

‘thanks’

you mumbled before wandering off

once they saw you at a distance away, makki wrapped an arm around issei to get his attention

‘ya think we should tell oikawa to keep an eye on him? make sure he doesnt keel over and die or somethin?’

mattsun stopped before nodding

‘yea thats a good idea’

SKLFJLSDKJFD NOT MATTSUHANA BEING YOUR PARENTS

oikawa was already in class when you walked in and he cant help but tear his eyes away from the girls to you as you sluggishly walked to your seat

the drop of your bag and the thud of your head meeting the desk made him worried bc you looked worse than usual

his phone buzzed and he checked it to see a message from mattsun

‘keep an eye out for your boyfriend. mightve been working late last night and yanno how he is. just watch out if he faints or something’

okay that made him super worried

totally ignoring what mattsun called you, oikawa knew he needed to talk to you

but these fangirls were the first problem

he shut his phone off and looked up at them with a grin that made them madly blush

‘ladies, class is about to start. oikawa-senpai would hate for you to be marked. so study hard for me, okay?’

like hypnotized cult members, the girls ran to their classrooms and tooru finally had the opportunity to talk to you

he stood up and walked over to your seat

‘m/n-chan’

he called out, looking down at you

‘m/n-chan’

he tried again and was about to put a hand on your shoulder when your hand snatched it

‘dont touch me, oikawa’

you grumbled and tooru furrowed his eyebrows

‘m/n-chan, i just wanted to ask if youre okay’

he whined and you didnt bother to look up but just let go of his hand

‘i was until you came over, idiot’

ouch

tooru was thankful that the teacher came in then and there bc he didnt know how to respond to that

he wanted to brush it off but it hurt him a little

and he knows he shouldnt entertain his crush on you but he couldnt looking at you and watching as you got up to use the bathroom

as class went on, oikawa was starting to worry

now again, hes no stalker bc his observation skills were just phenomenal due to volleyball

so he noticed that youve been in the bathroom for like 20 minutes now

DONT JUDGE US, OIKAWA. WE’RE JUST TRYING TO PUSH OUT THE BIG PIECE OF-

okay nevermind

anyways

tooru, worried that something happened, raised his hand to go and use the bathroom and the sensei wasnt exactly paying attention so he just let him go

thank god he has long legs bc he was able to reach the bathroom quick and he stifled a shriek when he saw your passed out form inside

‘M/N-CHAN!’

he yelled and he cursed when duh you were alone and who knows how long youve been there

and ew bathroom floors is bleh

you were in no way light but you werent exactly heavy either so he was able to muster up all his strength and hoisted you on his back

tooru’s heart thrummed in his chest and he knew it couldnt be that serious but he cant help but think of the worst

and yep

the nurse just told him that your heartbeat was okay and you were snoring so you mustve been exhausted by the dark circles in your eyes

‘keep an eye on him for me. i have to tend to midoriya over there. the kid broke his arm again and i dont know how’

she grumbled at the end but tooru didnt care as he sat on the chair next to your bed

he sighed before laying his head on the cot by your hand

his eyes settled on your face and how peaceful it looked

gosh, you really were so cute

your personality just sucked ass

constantly telling him to shut up and calling him idiot

hmph

not long after oikawa fell asleep, you woke up and cursed, immediately realizing you fainted and you missed class

as you were going to rub your eye, there was weight on your hand and you looked down to see a head full of brown hair that could only belong to a certain someone

a certain idiot

‘oi. oikawa, wake up’

you shook his head and when he didnt budge, you just pulled your hand from under him making him jump awake

at first, he was confused

looking around like a lost puppy and his eyes bleary

yea it was cute and what about it

then he noticed you sitting up and he smiled

‘you feeling better, m/n-chan?’

he asked, leaning close

but you placed your hand on his face to push him away

‘yea. and stop leaning so close, idiot’

you grumbled and he whined

‘youre so mean, m/n-chan! i was so worried about you!’

he complained and you rolled your eyes

‘i didnt ask you to be, idiot’

SLDKFJSDLKFJKL M/N IS SO MEAN WHAT THE FAK

oikawa frowned

‘i cant help it. i like you, m/n-chan’

you froze, looking at him with scrunched eyebrows

then you chuckled dryly

‘yea, okay sure. im okay now so you can go to class’

wOW OIKAWA DESERVES BETTER WHAT

tooru was taken aback

‘wh-what? thats it? after i just told you that i liked you?’

you blinked at him

‘what do you want me to say about that, oikawa? how do you want me to react? im not like your fangirls, squealing and shit’

your words cut deep in him and oikawa held your arm

‘no wait a minute. what do you mean by that? do you not believe me?’

‘who the hell believes something that’s fake?’

there was a snip in your tone and oikawa knew you were talking about this facade of his

‘what? i-’

‘you think i believe you? you telling me you like me? do you even know who you are?’

you asked and tooru sniffled, eyes staring at your chest

‘for years, you told people what you wanted them to hear, regardless if you meant them or not. not once have you ever told them no. who the hell accepts chocolates when they dont even like them to begin with?’

at that last part, oikawa snapped up to meet your eyes

‘how did you know’

you rolled your eyes

‘our brothers are friends, idiot. he gave him some of the chocolates you gave to takeru since the brat couldnt eat them all’

oddly, that brought some warmth in tooru’s chest

so he wasnt the only one who knows the stupid stuff

but you continued on your rant

‘for a guy who doesnt like sweet stuff, youve accepted their nasty treats all the time, like why? oh, wait i know why, because you want them to like you. it doesnt matter if-if this-this persona of yours isnt real because as long as they like you, you dont give a fuck. isn’t that true? am i right? because please, prove me wrong’

maybe your dislike for him came out at that tangent and you half expected him to cry but you were surprised when he glared at you with teary eyes

‘i will. ill prove you wrong, m/n, that i do like you and i will make you like me. ill make you like me with the real me. i swear.’

‘mhm. okay. sure, oikawa’

do you regret it?

i mean,,,

kinda?

but not really?

because you loved watching the girls faces fall when oikawa rejected their treats the next day

you were walking to class when you noticed him with his cult by the entrance and you saw him smiling at some girl before gently pushing away a can of cookies

‘gomen. i actually dont like sweets that much anymore. if you want, you can give me milk bread?’

you stopped and oikawa caught your eye and he grinned

you nodded in greeting before continuing to walk

but he noticed a small smile on your face and gosh oikawa sighed like a lovesick fool

it took iwaizumi to finally send him back and his fangirls were looking at him worriedly

‘could you be less obvious, shittykawa?’

rip iwaizumi hajime in episode 546546546 of daily adventures of oikawa tooru

you noticed that oikawa has started to become distant with his fangirls and hes been sticking to you during lunch, leaving behind the others

makki and mattsun looked like proud parents as they peered down over to you flicking oikawa’s forehead and they smiled

‘god, that kid deserves this’

‘hah? that sounds like more of a punishment to me. but i dont care. it takes him off our hands for a while’

IWA I SWEAR HES SO MEAN BUT HE STILL WUVS TOORU SO ITS OKAY

oikawa would pick your brother up and take him home when youre too busy to go get him yourself and sometimes, he even takes your little sister too which causes them to have a mini sleepover and you sleep there too

also, whenever youre working in the convenience store, tooru would buy sandwhiches and a drink just for you so you can eat them while youre on break and not have to waste money and you told himyou dont want him spending money on you but he doesnt wanna hear it

‘i dont want you buying me-’

‘ssshhhh dont. im doing this because i want to and becaus i care for you, m/n-chan’

overtime,

yea

sure

youve started to like him

youve started looking forward to seeing his stupidly cute face and his stupidly cute giggle

you went to his games and gave him a tight hug when hes about to play as a ritual for good luck and you would open your arms for him wide whenever he wins

then he didnt

against shiratorizawa, you noticed how he was so disappointed

even as you walked home with him, he continued to smile and tell you how good his team played

until you couldnt take it anymore

you pulled him over to some alleyway and you pushed him to the wall

DSKLFJLSDKFJLSDFJ WOW WHAT

oikawa nervously fiddled with his jacket and gave you a shaky smile

‘m/n-chan, what are you-’

‘tell me what youre feeling right here, right now. no bullshit, no lies, tell me everything in that pretty head of yours’

you deadpanned and tooru looked away

‘im fine’

‘are you lying to me, tooru?’

your voice was even but he could tell you were serious

he gulped before taking in a shakey breath

‘im fine. so stop asking about it!’

he exclaimed and you sighed

‘listen, i know its not official yet but you want me to be your boyfriend right?’

tooru flinched before he flushed at the word ‘boyfriend’

then he nodded

‘as your boyfriend, you have to lean on me, tooru. i dont want you to hold it to yourself because i wanna be there for you and i want to go through everything with you because i,,,,,’

you stopped and hesitated, debating if you should say it or not

‘because i like you, idiot’

you confessed and swallowed thickly

oikawa met your eye and his eyes watered

‘im so angry! im so disappointed! but i know my team did their 110 percent! we’re just not strong enough! so its not their fault! but ushijima is such a freak and hes too strong and its not fair!’

he complained and he cried loudly

not once in the 3 years of knowing oikawa have you seen him cry and you were so proud of him for being able to trust you enough to show him being vulnerable

you rushed forward held him close to your chest

‘for what it’s worth, you looked so incredibly hot and cute playing’

you whispered and pecked his neck

of course oikawa couldnt hold his surprise at the feeling of your lips on his neck so he squealed a little

you gigled and continued holding your boyfriend close, even if it was at some nasty alleyway

yall became official and ngl, they didnt see this coming

some nobody dating the grand king oikawa tooru?

what in the wattpad?

yall know that tiktok of like ‘guys you cant dm me anymore. i have a girlfriend now. what else? and i love her’

IF YALL DONT KNOW IM SORRY

but you totally made oikawa tell his fangirls that

YOU KNOW THE FUNNY THING?

when yall became official, you actually gained your own little fanclub

maybe its because you gained clout from your boyfriend but they started noticing you and wowza you were hot

before, it was you getting jealous over tooru but now, it was him getting possessive of you

hes such a brat that he sits on your lap before class and youre just all smirking and feeling all good bc your baby is so cute when hes jealous

YOU CANT DISAGREE THAT HE DOESNT RADIATE UKE ENERGY

but all oiks has to do is pull down your collar and expose your purple littered collarbones and they will know who you belong to

theres a reason why iwa-chan is now the kids babysitter

youre still kinda cold and distant to people but youre soft for your baby and you always hold him close when hes in sight and you just cant get enough of him

:’)

also!!

your sister loves dressing you up and oikawa has his sisters makeup and they both do your makeup and you guys have tea party with the boys and just the cutest domestic stuff

you still call him idiot though

but like affectionately yanno?

and over the years youve turned it down to dummy

and ngl tooru loves it when you call him that

what in the dumbification-

because he knows that equivalent to babe from you and he absolutely just loves you lmao

youre def the more quieter and calmer one in the relationship like you absolutely dont react much

while tooru is the overreactor and hes very animated with his facial expressions and stuff

like the one time

he was cooking some chicken pasta and you cheekily grabbed a piece of chicken and he made a dramatic gasp

‘*le gasp* oikawa m/n how dare steal a piece of chicken!’

you cackled before crossing your arms at the sight ofyour lover with his pursed lips and hands on his hips

‘excuse you. its more of you who’d take my last name’

it was so easy to make him flustered and tooru quickly turned around to tend back to the food but he was really just hiding his red face

‘b-baka. thats not going to happen’

‘not if i do it first’

you shrugged and smirked, wondering if he will fall for it

and as expected with oikawa tooru

‘yea okay sure’

‘i will!’

‘prove me wrong, m/n-chan~’

‘turn around right now’

oikawa rolled his eyes playfully before turning with a smile

‘what are you-*le gasp part 2*’

his hands covered his mouth at the sight of you there in front of him, kneeling on your knee tightly clutching a silver ring between your thumb and index finger

your heart was thrumming in your chest but you gulped and smiled

‘i win. now marry me, dummy’

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry if this sucked booty :((( but i just really like the thought of uke oikawa and just him with a cute boyfriend for a change like please we all know oikawa is a bi king and thats on docosahexaenoic acid

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xxred-riotxx · 4 years ago

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Love Bug Denki Kaminari x Reader

This is my first fic (drabble? one shot?) that I’ve posted. It’s not very good but it came to me while driving so I had to write something up. CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18. THEY ARE 3RD YEARS AT UA.

Denki Kaminari has been your best friend since you both started UA. You fell in love with the electric boy, but his heart had belonged to Jiro. That is until she broke up with him.

Based off of the song “Love Bug” by The Jonas Brothers. I do NOT own the song.

Just pure fluff. Some strong language (cough cough Bakugou). Slightly detailed kissing scene.

Word Count: 994

“Y/n! Hurry up before we’re late!” Mina screamed from outside your dorm. UA’s school concert was today. Anyone could perform so you had decided to sign up a few days ago. “I’m coming, babes!” you yelled back, stuffing your phone in the back pocket of your shorts. On the long walk to the field you came across many students with various different instruments, taking everything to the stage to set up. “I should probably text Denki to make sure he’s still coming after what happened with Jiro…” you trailed off, eyes looking at your shoes.

Y/n: are you still coming to the concert?? I know youre still heart broken but i need my best friend there.

Denki: ill be there. Bakubro is taking his sweet ass time.

Denki: dont tell him i said that. Id prefer not to have my head literally blown off

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s just walk around and wait for everyone to get here.” Mina grabbed your arm, dragging you towards the multiple food and game stands. “I bet I can beat you at the ladder climbing game!” Mina squealed while pointing straight ahead. “You’re so on!” “Let’s make this interesting. If I win, you have to tell Kaminari that you’ve been in love with him for years.” Your mouth dropped. “I- uh- what?” your crimson cheeks weren’t helping any. “Y/N, everyone knows. It’s so obvious. Anyways, I win- you get a boyfriend FINALLY. If you win, I’ll pour glitter in Bakugou’s shampoo.” Determined to win, your y/s/c hand shook her’s.

3...2...1… GO! The ringing from the buzzer echoed in your head. You had to win this. There was no way you were going to ruin your friendship with Denki. Left, right, left, right. You concentrated as best as you could on the rope below you- attempting to balance your weight to avoid shifting to either side. “Y/N, don’t look now but the boys are watching!” Mina’s voice broke your concentration as you felt your body tumble and land in the air filled floor of the game. “FUCK” Eyes searching, the boys were no where to be seen. “Mina you fucking liar.” you grumbled. “All is fair in love and war baby!” Mina continued up the ladder and smacked the bell at the top.

“I can’t believe you did that, Mina! There’s no way I can admit that I love-” “-Love who?” Your conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice, sending butterflies to your stomach. “...that I love Bakugou’s cooking.” You wanted to smack yourself. What kind of lame ass cover was that? “But I guess he knows now. Just don’t let it get to your head.” You barely muttered. “Uh guys? We should probably head towards the stage. We don’t want to miss anyone’s performance.” Kirishima’s deep voice broke your thoughts. “Let’s go!” Mina’s bubbly response was all Kaminari needed to hear as he placed his large hand on your lower back.

Many performances passed. Some of your classmates’ musical talents shocked you. “Hey, Y/N. We’ll be right back.” Denki’s hot breath tickled your neck as he spoke into your ear. Quickly scurrying off, you and Mina were left alone to watch Jiro finish her song. A mellow sound of a guitar caught your attention. Shocked, your y/e/c eyes locked with Denki’s as he stood on stage with Kirishima and Bakugou. It took you a bit before you realized what was going on. You could see his mouth moving- singing- but your brain wasn’t processing what was happening.

“Now I’m speechless.

Over the edge, I’m just breathless.

I never thought that I’d catch this

Lovebug again.”

You couldn’t help but just stare at him. Golden honey eyes burned into your soul as the love of your life continued his song.

“I can’t get your smile out of my mind.

I think about your eyes all the time”

A simple wink was sent in your direction, followed by a cocky smile.

“You’re beautiful, but you don’t even try.”

Embarrassed, you tried your best to cover your rosy cheeks.

“I told you he liked you back!” Mina shrieked.

“Hopeless, head over heels in the moment.

I never thought that I’d get hit by this lovebug again.”

Bakugou’s loud bangs on the drum caused your breath to hitch as Kirishima and Denki both shredded on the guitar. The tempo of the song sped up the beating of your heart.

You watched him drop to his knees, fingers sliding up and down the neck of his bass. Secretly you wished you weren’t in the front row.

The beautiful harmony of your three favorite boys caused your eyes to rip away from Denki.

“Now I’m speechless

Over the edge, I’m just breathless.

I never thought that I’d catch this

Lovebug again.

Now I’m hopeless,

Head over heels in the moment.

I never thought that I’d get hit

By this lovebug again.”

Denki’s voice trailed off. Sweat dripped down his beautiful face. “Y/N. Come here.” It was like your legs had a mind of their own as you sauntered to the stage. Hastily, Denki jumped down from the stage. Within what seemed to be a second, his calloused hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest. Your eyes locked, but before you could speak you were met with his plush lips crashing into your’s. The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before. Your arms snaked around his neck, pressing your bodies closer than you thought possible. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. As soon as you opened your mouth, Bakugou’s loud voice belted out “OI GET A ROOM DUMBASS.” Removing one hand from your waist, Denki’s bright smile mesmerized you. “I love you.” You both said simultaneously, catching the other off guard. Words no longer needed to be said as Denki pulled you into his chest, vowing to himself to never let you go.

#denki x reader #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader #mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #denki x female reader #song fic

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nananaptime · 5 years ago

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Request scenario : na jaemin and (y/n) bff since they're smol and grew up together, now at high school when (y/n) meets a guy (can be one of the dreamies) who likes her, jaemin gets jealous bcs the guy is literally stealing her away, thankies♡ I luv u and ur writing so much author nim♡♡♡

Open Your Eyes

This took so long, oops xD

I hope you like it

MasterlistRules

Genre: Angsty?

Word count: 2 401

Summary: Being in love with your best friend becomes obvious once there’s a reason for jealousy.

Jaemin gave me a confused look as I skipped towards where my bike was parked outside the apartment complex and giggled as I approached him with it at my side. A judging look crossed his face as I the sound resonated from my throat, causing it to become even louder. He sighed, fighting the smile willing to appear on his face.

“What are you so happy about? Please, give me my normal friend back.” We climbed onto our bikes and started biking towards our local high school. He received my explanation all the while, listening and scoffing at the reason behind my giddiness. “So you’re reacting like this because someone new is joining our year? I knew you liked meeting new people but wow, not to this extent.” I shook my head at his teasing comments, knowing he meant nothing by it.

“From what I hear, he’ll be in my English and history classes, and I’ll do everything in my power to make him feel welcome. You know new students more often than not have a hard time adapting to school life with new people, especially when transferring in the middle of a semester.” He nodded, acknowledging the fact but not fighting the small pout that soon appeared on his face.

“Yeah, but someone else can do that, we were supposed to eat out at the bleachers today, and then you said you’d watch me practice my dancing after school.” The whiney tone grew with every word and I giggled at his behaviour.

“He can join us can’t he? If I’m not incorrect, I’ve snapped up that he dances as well so maybe you two can exchange tips or something. I’m not trusting someone else with the important task of making someone else feel welcome.” I caught the huff which left Jaemin’s lips but no more arguments followed it, and so we biked the rest of the way in peace.

We parted ways with a hug once we reached the school, him having to attend his science class and I, my English class.

There was already a boy talking to the teacher when I arrived, seemingly settling details such as the coursebook and what he already knew from his last school. He was clad in a slightly oversized hoodie with a pair of black jeans. I waited until they were done before approaching the desk with a smile. Ms, Williams had a knowing look in her eyes, silently thanking me for what she knew I was about to offer.

“Ms, Williams! Knowing how difficult it is to find students who have the time and want to introduce a new student to the school, I’m more than happy to shoulder the responsibility.” Ms, Williams’ smile grew as I finished my sentence and she instantly agreed, finding the idea to be exceptional. She encouraged the new student to connect with me today and suggested being seatmates in her class, knowing that might spur some conversation during the practical half of the class. With that said, I threw the new student a smile, relieved to see that he was already smiling back at me, seemingly not having anything against spending some time with me.

As we sat down, I introduced myself and found out that his name was Jeno in the process. His smile was so bright that his eyes were almost impossible to spot and just the sight of it caused another smile to appear on my lips. During the class, I spent most of the time explaining what we had been going over the past couple of weeks and later helped him as much as I could with the practical exercises. The entire ordeal was filled with laughter and jokes and I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this close to someone this quick before. Well, except for Jaemin.

Just before bidding each other goodbye I asked whether or not he’d the willing to join me and Jaemin for lunch later on. He shone up as soon as my enquiry registered and accepted with immense energy. Then he thanked me for giving him something to look forward to before being on his way to geography class.

The rest of the morning, I had a difficult time concentrating on what the teachers said, math had never come easy to me either way and hence, not concentrating did not make the challenge smaller. All I could think about was whether or not Jaemin would click with Jeno just as much as I did. He usually got along with everybody, so it shouldn’t be that much of an issue, but for some reason, I had a bad feeling at the bottom of my belly.

Jaemin met me outside the classroom and accompanied me to the cafeteria where we fetched our food. I didn’t get responses that was satisfactory while describing my encounter with Jeno. This only resulted in my bad feeling becoming worse and I threw a glare his way.

“Dude, you haven’t even met him, give him a chance before adapting that whiney personality you so regularly seem to display.” I accepted my food with gratitude and turned to him, stopping in the doorway to wait for Jeno to join us.

“He’s just a guy, no need to put him on such a pedestal.” I rolled my eyes as Jaemin sourly popped a potato tot into his mouth.

“Just you wait, you’ll like him, you like everybody, you don’t have it in you to dislike someone once you’ve met them, no matter how much you might want to.” He scoffed at me before stealing one of my fries. “Hey, you have your own food!” I exclaimed and laughed, moving my tray of food away from him.

“You took the last fries though!” He tried snatching yet another one but I smacked his hand away, causing him to retrieve it in fake shock. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” My shrieks caused many faces to turn our way as Jaemin’s finger found its way to my side, resulting in me crumbling in fits of laughter and screams, desperately trying to stabilize my tray of food in my arms while avoiding his attacks like the plague.

The ruckus ended only when someone cleared their throat beside us.

“Jeno!” I exclaimed, giving him a smile in return of the one he displayed on his face. “Jeno, this is my best friend Jaemin. Nana, this is Jeno.” Jeno extended his hand for a greeting which Jaemin accepted, albeit unwillingly. I bumped his shoulder, shooting him a meaningful look, telling him to be nice. With a small roll of his eyes, he turned his frown into a smile, putting in an effort to engage in some kind of conversation with Jeno. Satisfied with the current course of events, I started walking towards the bleachers, the boys behind me having a conversation regarding some new video game I wasn’t familiar with.

I sat down on one of the cold, metal benches outside, with Jaemin taking a seat next to me and Jeno on the bench further down in front of me, turned the wrong way around in order to exert some social sense. He joined in my and Jaemin’s talk about his upcoming dance recital which turned into me investigating his own dance story and what style he prefered. I could feel Jaemin’s eyes burning into the side of my face but did my best to ignore it, more surprised than anything as to why he wasn’t happy to talk about his biggest interest.

I asked Jeno if he could show us some moves, which he declined, explaining that he needed to warm up if he was to do any move justice. I heard Jaemin scoff at this and glanced at him, seeing him with his eyes turned to his food which he was just poking around at with his fork. Jeno’s smile faltered slightly but he continued socializing happily, not letting Jaemin’s rude behaviour get him down.

“You could show me another time then! We have many dance rooms at the school due to it being an extracurricular activity.”

“That’s a good idea! I might need to buy new dancing shoes though, but I think I have the time to do that today after school. I need to check out this city anyway.” He took a bite of his food.

“If you want, I could accompany you and show you around. Wouldn’t want you getting lost.” All he could do was laugh at my joke, and nodded to accept my request.

“Y/N… You said you’d watch me dance after school.” I turned my attention to Jaemin and my heart broke slightly at the sad expression on his face, a small pout adorning his lips.

“Ah… Yes, I forgot about that. Can we postpone it? I mean, I’ve watched you dance so many times, it’s not like I’m missing anything, right?” His eyes shifted down to his food and a small “Yes” left his lips, leaving me feeling incredibly guilty. Before we could continue the conversation, the bell went off, alerting us of the end of lunch.

The shoe shopping had been quite enjoyable, especially since it had been followed by a cup of coffee at my favourite café as well as a visit to the bookstore and the game store, indulging in one interest each. We then bid each other goodbye at the bus stop as we were going in different directions and hence, catching different busses. We also decided to meet up earlier at the school library the next day as he needed some help with the History material he had gotten from their history teacher.

That’s where I was when my phone started ringing on the table beside me. I realised my mistake when I noticed the caller ID and answered it with a timid “hello”.

“Y/N, where are you, I’ve been waiting outside your place for ten minutes now and you’re never late.” The guilt instantly took hold of me.

“I am so sorry, Nana. I forgot to let you know that I was going to school earlier today. I’m helping Jeno with some school work.” I heard him suppress a groan.

“You’re with Jeno?”

“Yeah, he needed-”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll see you later.” Then he hung up. I looked at the phone, feeling a lump in my belly at the thought of having hurt my best friend. My best friend whom I’ve tried suppressing my feelings for the last couple of years. My best friend who’s never left my side and always prioritised me, even over himself. which I’ve scolded him for on several occasions. I knew my own faulty traits, one of them being focusing all my energy on one event or one person and hence forgetting everything else around me. I can’t believe I let it affect Jaemin like this.

“You okay?” Jeno asked carefully, giving me a sympathetic look. I nodded slightly.

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s finish this before our classes start shall we.” I received another nod and we continued in silence, only talking when he had a question.

I didn’t see Jaemin until lunch, which he was spending alone by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, earphones in and ignoring the world around him. I fetched my food and sat down in front of him. He glanced up at me before removing his earphones with a sigh and putting them in his pocket.

“Nana, I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, who am I to decide who you can and can’t hang out with.” He didn’t look at me as he said it and every word had been dipped in bitterness. A small sigh left my lips, trying to think of how I could fix this.

“You have dance practice this afternoon as well, right?” He nodded and continued eating. “I’ll join you then and you can show me what you’ve been working on!” I attempted to smile at him but it fell as quickly as I’d manage to conjure it.

“I can dance alone, you go spend time with Jeno.” Then he left to leave his now empty tray, leaving me alone at the table.

I decided to show up anyway. Maybe my stubborn personality would manage to win him over. I was not going to let this fight pull us apart, we had too many years of friendship under our belt for that.

He was warming up when I arrived at the dance studio, stretching down to reach his toes, which he didn’t succeed with but was satisfied with either way. He noticed me in the mirror as he stood to his full length again, cocking one eyebrow as to enquire the reason behind my presence.

“I thought I said I’d be fine on my own.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to watch you dance, you know how much I love seeing you do what you love.” He scoffed slightly, however, with less resentment than before.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be with your new bestie?” This time, it was my turn to scoff and roll my eyes.

“You know that I’m allowed to have more friends than you right? I know I screwed up and I apologized for it, no need to be mean about it.”

“Of course you’re allowed to have friends, I just wish it didn’t rub the fact that that’s exactly what I am in my face.” He kept his eyes on the mirror, as he stretched his arms.

“What? What are you talking about Nana?” An unbelievable laugh left his lips and he turned to me.

“Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend. I never wanted to be just your friend.” My brain did not make the connection as fast as I would’ve liked.

“So, what? You don’t want to hang out with me anymore?” Another laugh and he shook his head at me.

“I really need to force your eyes open, huh?” The confusion written on my face caused him to approach me, stopping only inches away from me. “Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend, I want to be your boyfriend.” My breath hitched in my throat. He glanced down to my lips. “Would a kiss be inappropriate or would it be an action ending on a happy note?”

Instead of answering him, I cradled his face and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.

#nct #nct scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #scenarios #nana #jaemin #na jaemin #nct jaemin #nct dream #nctzen #music #nananaptime

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youreawizardharr · 5 years ago

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Cradlesona Event: School Days AU

[the image used can be sourced here.]

Welcome to Milreth

Name: Milreth Academy

Location: Central Quarter

Emblem: Two Staffs Clashing

Motto: "Ever Progressing."

Headmaster: William Latton

Academy Hours: 7:30 a.m - 4:30 p.m

Office Hours: 6:20 a.m - 6:20 p.m

Lunch Hour: 12:30 p.m - 1:15 p.m

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My piece for the Cradlesona AU event

Tagging: @lovingsiriusoswald

The uniform below can be found right here.

The uniform Eirene has worn since she attended Milreth Academy as a first year student. She always wears the jacket during class hours, and takes it off during breaks.

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"Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly."

Basic Information

Name: Eirene Beverly Chapman

Age: 20

Date of Birth: July 9th

Bloodtype: AB

Gender: Female

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 127lbs

Occupation(s): The Classicists

Affiliation(s): Milreth Academy

Alignment: Neutral Good

Item(s): a lanyard with her student ID

Academic Information

Year at Milreth Academy: Second Year

Academic Club: House of Arts

Choice of Course: Art & Design

Major: Fine & Studio Arts

Degree Needed: Master's Degree

The Overview: The coursework of a studio and fine art degree typically focuses on the branch of art students choose, such as painting, sculpture, illustration, animation or performance.

Favorite Subject(s):

Reading

History

Literature

Language Arts

Least Favorite Subject(s):

Mathematics

Science

Grade Point Average: 3.8

Academic Credits: 390

Studying Habits:

Eirene prefers a quiet enviroment to study for exams, complete homework or class assignments, practicing with drawing on paper, painting illustrations.

She sometimes organizes study sessions for upcoming exams or class projects (to which she deems important for social interactions, boosts friendships, and helps others in areas they have a harder time with). Eirene usually studies with almost everyone, but studies with Harr and Loki mostly.

Eirene has an exceptional memory, so she doesn't have to write down everything she needs to do or to get.

Her sleep schedule varies at nighttime, mostly because of projects, assignments, writing essays, or exams.

She makes sure to eat healthier snacks.

Student History:

Eirene received a perfect attendance award for never missing a day, or being marked as tardy for being late to class.

A painting she did of the garden in the Civic Center was auctioned at a museum for an extremely high price.

She has wrote several short stories which were published and sold at bookstores across the Central Quarter.

Student Life:

Eirene doesn't have much of a social life, meaning she isn't the partying type, and likes to spend her time wisely by being productive than some of her friends.

She loves going to Milreth's enormous library, but avoids the cafe because it gets overly crowded during exam days.

Eirene enjoys taking long walks or jogging along Milreth's huge courtyard.

Whenever inspiration strikes, she loves drawing, writing, or painting whatever it is that catches her interest. Eirene usually submits these pieces for classes.

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Relationships

Harr Silver ;

Harr is a third year student at Milreth Academy. However, he and Eirene are taking two completely different courses. With Eirene having chosen art & design, majoring in fine and studio art, where as he's taking a course on engineering, majoring in architecture. The two are constantly busy, but always find the time to spend together.

Eirene leans forward, continuing to run the tips of her fingers through black tresses. "Hey, Harr?" Her inquiry is murmurered, but the man in question hears her, humming to confirm he heard her. "Want to come over for a study session? You can bring Loki along, if you feel uncomfortable being alone with me." Harr opens his visible eye, staring up at his girlfriend of two years. "W-What do you need help with?" He looks away from her, a blush blossoming onto his face. "Are you having problems with math again, Eirene?"

She stops playing with his hair to stroke his reddening cheek. "You know I've never been particularly talented with mathematics, Harr. But you seem to have no issues with figuring out complicated math problems, am I right?"

The third year student sat up, shifting to address his lover. "I can help you in areas you have the most trouble with. If I have issues with drawing and maping things out, I know you will help me. We balance eachoth--- Eirene cuts him off, pressing her lips against his. Pulling away, she smiles happily. "You know I'll do anything for you, right, Harr?"

Loki Genetta ;

Loki is a first year student at Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course on business, majoring in business management & administration, minoring business sales. Loki wanted to take a course on business, so that he can work closely with Harr. Hoping that, when the two of them graduate, they can open up their own business in Cradle.

Eirene and Loki always hang out together on weekends or through group study sessions. If Harr is too busy, Loki will help Eirene with her standardized homework, and even allows her to practice drawing illustrations of him and watch her paint them, afterward.

Loki procrastinates completing his work alot of the time, making Harr lecture him about the importance of his education and that working hard will pay off once he graduates, even reminding Loki about them opening their own business in the Central Quarter, which inspires Loki to complete his work.

"Loki, have you completed your homework?" Harr inquired the pink haired teen, scrubbing a filthy dish with a soapy sponge. "Have you even started your class project? You know, your paper is due next week." Loki silently toys around with his unfinished dinner, causing the tips of the fork to scrap against the glass. "Eirene is writing my paper. And before you start nagging, she offered to write it for me. She said she wanted to practice writing, so I agreed in exchange for doing her math homework for her. I hate writing, you know that. I believe this is fair."

Harr rinces the plate once he finished scrubbing, setting it down in the dish rack. "Your education is important. I've told you this countless times. Both of you should be doing the work yourselves, so that you can learn to accomplish in areas you're weak in." The third year student grabs another plate to scrub. "Do you want to open up a business with me once you graduate from the academy?" Loki stood up from the table to scrap leftover food into the trash with his fork. "I do want to open up a business with you, Harr. I thought this course would be fun, but it's not fun. There's too much work involved." A sigh escapes from Harr. "Loki, you have to work for what you want. Life isn't going to hand everything to you. If you want to open up a business with me, work hard to achieve it. I will support your dream."

Loki ran up the stairs to his room, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing throughout the house. Harr returns to washing the rest of the dishes, making a mental note to lecture Eirene at a later date.

Seth Hyde ;

Seth is a third year student at Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course in art & design, majoring in fashion & apparel design. He wants to be a fashionista, and expand his experience in the fashion industry of Cradle. Seth is confident in his ability to design fashion wear for women.

Eirene and Seth met by accident one afternoon (during break, to be more precise), becoming good friends with one another.

"You made a mistake." Eirene pointed out, gesturing toward the mistake Seth made. The man let out a shriek when he noticed the mistake. "How can this be?! I was certain I drew the curves correctly!" Smiling, Eirene takes the artbook from him, using her own pencil to erase the mistake and correct it. "No worries." She handed the drawing book back to him. "My name is Eirene Chapman."

He grins, placing the artbook down beside him. "My name is Seth Hyde. Want to be friends, Eirene? We can bond over artwork."

The two of them mostly hang out during breaks, sharing their drawing techniques, offering advice about improving styles, etc. Seth and Eirene brainstorm color palettes, and Seth watches Eirene paint his designs.

Jonah Clemence ;

Jonah is a third year student of Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course in art & design, majoring in drama & theater art. He's confident with his performances on the stage, and wants to be a famous, talented actor of Cradle. Eirene met Jonah when she was tasked to help set the stage for an upcoming event the academy planned for.

"This goes against my aesthetics." Jonah remarked, taking Eirene's artwork and throwing it on the floor of the stage. "Make it better." The second year student kept her mouth shut, feeling her eyes sting with unshed tears. Seth came up besides Eirene, picking up the scenery illustration she made. "What do you know about aesthetics, Cling of Hearts? I believe Ei did a fantastic job painting this piece. Do you know how many hours she's worked on it?" The fashion designer scolded the young actor. "Do you?"

The Queen of Hearts scoffed, regarding Seth with disdain. "No, but I don't care. Everything has to be perfect for this play, since I have the lead role. Second best is not an option."

Eirene forces a smile, reaching down to pick up an opened can of paint. "You think my work is second best? I put my heart into everything I draw, paint, and write. If you wanted someone better, then you shouldn't have wasted your time asking for MY help." She dumps all the paint on Jonah, throwing the can off to the side once there's nothing left, storming off the stage, leaving a shocked Seth and an angry Jonah behind.

#ikemen revolution #school days cradlesona #my writing #cradlesona au event #jonah clemence #seth hyde #harr silver #loki genetta #hopefully this is all right 😅

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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living on the edge of the law (biadore) - lily2

bianca is beginning to feel the heat from her old job in brisbane as a personal assistant and planner for a large cooperation record label and now she is being transferred and thrown in the middle of santa monica where she is assigned and paid to be on the tail of up and coming singer and songwriter, adore delano: who is definitely the most lazy and adolescent thing bianca had ever encountered thus far but things can change, can’t they? [ au where adore is a famous singer and bianca has to chase her around and be her personal assistant to get her income, mainly biadore but side ships and plots of course ]

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Bianca was a bit unsure what to think, what to do even, while she stood in the midst of Brisbane Airport. Clenching her carry-on as she just had her two suitcases weighed and sent off to what would hopefully be Santa Monica in thirteen damn hours, unless the Qantas airline staff somehow threw her luggage in the fucking Pacific Ocean she should be safe and so should her luggage which mainly was a accumulation of clothing, cosmetics, stationary & a dozen other things that Courtney had helped her pack yesterday as they shared one last drink before forcing themselves to wake up almost three in the morning for Bianca’s early, early flight. The coffee in her hand making her the only thing fully able to function, she prayed to get some sleep on the plane and was thinking she would since her best friend she should upgrade to the new business class seating, just to try it out and what better time to than a flight that would take more than half a day off her life, over the clouds, planning to do nothing but get wasted on discount white wine’s and gaze her eyes on her laptop which was already harboring a million emails from her transfer company about her position, her hours, schedule, whatever the fuck they wanted to write about they seemed to write about and send to her. “Wonderful.” She muttered to nobody but herself as she sat dull and already half asleep in her gate’s seating. It would be about another twenty minutes before her section would get to be boarded though Bianca didn’t expect so many on a casual six in the morning flight to Santa Monica, landing in LAX. — “I think you should accept the job.” Courtney spoke as she hit her best friend’s shoulder and grinned ear to ear, knowing it would be fun to be back in her own country of birth, “You’ve been trapped down under for almost six years, go and see the motherland again!” The Australian’s lips curling into a viciously attentive smile as the girl next to her simply rolled her eyes and clutched her glass in hand, swirling the alcohol around as their eyes meat briefly.

“I’ve never been to Honduras or Cuba—” correcting Courtney on the fact that America was indeed not the true motherland, it was where she was born and grew up and New Orleans itself could be considered a different fucking continent with all the culture and languages and diverse communities living in one big, united city. “I haven’t heard the best of things about America in general.” Referring to the news in which Courtney could only snicker, “Bad things go on in every country, every city and everywhere! Go and have fun, you know I will come to visit anyway.” They embraced in a small hug before the Australian girl wiped her growing red eyes, Bianca moaning. “Bitch if you dare get one tear on me I will make sure to whoop your ass so you hard you certainly won’t need a ticket to be in Santa Monica, I’ll express mail you.” Her tone only teasing though she knew deep down, Courtney was the only real person and best friend she had currently, struggling to get back in contact with old friends from America as the time came. “And maybe you’ll meet someone cute—” elbowing Bianca until she almost rolled Courtney off the bed with a yell, “Don’t even think about it, I came to work and maybe party once in a while, get better money but not for love. Besides, name me one decent American who isn’t taken, straight or a celebrity? You can’t, that’s the point.“ “Whatever happens you know I’ll annoy you and call you constantly, just the usual and casual girl things.” She hummed, the singer folding one of Bianca’s last articles of clothing. “If you didn’t I would murder you and unfollow you on all your social media, don’t test me motherfucker!” She spat as Courtney collapsed into her lap, “You can cry on Instagram live to all your five million Instagram followers!“ — Finger tips pressing against her IMac’s keyboard she begun to respond to a work email, this was one of the more interesting ones, about as interesting as assignments and work went but still something to do in whatever time she had left before she would just repeatedly listen to whatever shuffled on her phone once the airplane was in the air. She had already found out that her job was basically to do what she did with Courtney: boss her around, manage her social media, make sure she was healthy, laughing, whatever shit she needed and help with planning any kind of events, concerts, meetings, anything the record label asked for and needed. To: [email protected] Bianca, We are so excited that you have accepted the offer and I’m hoping the weather pulls through for your flight, you are our first new hire in a few seasons if I may be honest, most can’t handle the pressure, American records and singers are far more different than what it sounds like in Australia! I have made sure to tell Katya, our head in our department, to ship the packet to the address you provided! I understand the move, I went from Chicago to Santa Monica and it can be alot so please if you need a place to stay let me know! The packet should have exactly what you expect and a few other goods because we try and make it as welcoming as possible, not us being cheesy, us trying not to get fired to be completely real. Do not lose your ID, even if you use the pin to get in, security is really strict especially with all the mass hysteria with guarding and violence in the past few years, it’s required to clock in, clock out and even enter the bathroom, it sucks, I know but safety comes first I suppose. Thank you and see you Monday! — Shea ([email protected]) Atleast it was an actual human beyond the emails so far, better than some rich executive who was scarfing down his fifth coffee of the afternoon and forcing his personal assistant to quietly tap against the grain and send all emails with the same format, copy and paste all day. “Gate 10 will now boarding flight from Brisbane to Los Angeles, California.” She stood and reluctantly shut her laptop before putting it in her case, in her carry on and bringing out her passport and boarding pass, chugging some of her overpriced bottled water that she had to purchase after security along with a stash of dark chocolate large enough to last for most likely a week. Bianca made a very decent salary at her last job and would be making even more at this one however she was not ever one to spend more than she had to, Courtney for a singer who was booming in media and charts was suprisingly frugal with her spending most days, which made it twice as fun when they both would go all out and do their once a month goose chase of a spree around town, getting in all the stores they wanted in the span of one single day. “Well, let’s do this thing.” The words leaving her lips as she sent one last picture to Courtney of her passport and coffee, sending it with the text message of: If you don’t hear from me in twenty hours, I’m probably drunk! *.✧ The announcement came on and the lights flashed for them to be able to take off their seatbelts and Bianca completely had crashed course after one Hallmark movie, some wine, a Sprite and one entire chocolate bar. She was quick to jump up before she felt completely lagged and dizzy, quickly sitting back down until the rest behind her had gotten their luggage and begun approaching the exit of the plane, cleaning her garbage before she tossed it and grabbed her carry on, absolutely bolting for the door as fast as possible knowing it was a good forty minutes in a regular car to make it to her new studio apartment for god knows how long, Courtney didn’t tell her a thing about it expect her cousin had hooked them up and leased it. Thanking the staff she quickly felt her entire body want to collapse and throw up, maybe both at the same time, on the rugged floor of LAX, turning her phone off airplane mode and turning on her date plan she had decided to buy the night before just so she could be ready and set for when she landed, knowing Courtney would throw a hissy fit if she wasn’t the first person she texted. Fingers gliding across her iPhone she grinned, I’m in fucking america! can’t wait to grab some damn takeout and just collapse, meeting someone to take me, call you probably whatever the next time I wake up is! She had done the math in her head, it was about 7:20 PM here but almost 2:20 AM in Brisbane, timezones were about to be hell on Earth but they would make it through. An absolute dumpster dive of suitcases later she had found both of her own luckily, now heading for the International Arrivals entrance, Bianca had only been to LAX recently and it was for Courtney’s tour, before that she hadn’t really cared for or visited California much, staying in her own bubble. It truly was the epicenter of an entire universe however, as far as crowded airports went, this one was definitely the winner! “Jinkx!” She shrieked to her auburn haired friend who quickly winced out of her own delusional fantasy and screamed, running towards her oldest friend and happy to have collapsed and almost blacked out in the one person who could understand what it was like to be sleepy and tired though Jinkx had explained a million times that narcolepsy was very different than what movies and shows showed it to be, it was just in very relaxing and quiet surroundings, when she wasn’t doing anything and wasn’t focused on a task. “I’m so tired but I don’t even care, it’s so great to see you—” Jinkx shaking her friend in her own arms happily before Bianca had to pull away, not wanting to cause a meltdown or throw up on the expensive sneakers she seemed to have on. Grabbing a suitcase much to her newly arrived childhood friend’s concern, “Let’s go, my car is parked and she’s all charger for the trip!” “I forgot you have a fucking electric car.” “It’s red to, it has a seat warmer! That’s the biggest perk but also you can program it to do some cool things, I only got the car recently, DeLa was begging me to—” the mention of her college roommate who was also from Seattle made Bianca realize how long she had actually been gone. “I hate to be an absolute prune the first ten minutes but can we please stop and eat if that’s okay, I don’t wanna eat in your car but fast food inside is fine by me, I texted everyone I need to so now I’m all yours and I’m sure traffic will delay us another fucking three hours.” Finishing her water she tossed the bottle as Jinkx almost smacked her across her back, causing Bianca to choke a bit. “You really think I won’t let you eat in my car! Jesus Christ, this isn’t our senior year of high school where I had to keep my car spotless, of course we will get food, since you’re in California now we have to start with the local favorite, ever had In N Out?” A stammer before a tilt of her head came, Jinkx gasping, “I can’t believe self proclaimed critic of food, Bianca Del Rio hasn’t even tried it, much less heard of it.” Cackling, Bianca raised a hand, “Now hold on you shady bitch!” They made their way to the wonderful Tesla after an influx of stop signs and people shoving to simply get out of the airport. Bianca was definitely impressed, she had seen the cars before but they weren’t her style, it was much more different to actually sit next to Jinkx who immediately pulled out of the car and had her music blasting before Bianca lowered it a bit so she and Jinkx could atleast have a conversation, the girl beside her seeming to know what to do and where to go from here. “You can type in your address after we go and get some food, so tell me about what it’s like down under, I’m sure you have some stories.” Smirking, Bianca relaxed into the leather seat and sighed in relief, leaving her phone to charge with her portable charger as she crossed her arms and stared out the front view with Jinkx who was barely even focused on driving given the fact she had the rules of driving out of LAX down, the clouds and sky beginning to turn into a wonderful assembly of warm colors mixed with a vibrant purple. “Well since you asked.”

#rpdr fanfiction #biadore #bianca del rio #courtney act #jinkx monsoon #shea coulee #adore delano #lesbian au #angst with a happy ending #living on the edge of the law #roza #submission #lily2

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if1believes · 6 years ago

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Just a Simple Crush, Jack Maynard Fluff

-Y/N is Conor’s best friend and has a crush on Jack-

-I was just bored and decided on writing this, hope you all enjoy, please send in requests-

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“Y/N, you’re really not gonna like this one!” Conor says trying to hold back laughter.

You were over at Conor’s and Jack’s apartment to film a video with Conor. You were told it was a dare video full of submissions from his fan base. You were a little nervous because you know its hard to predict the internet and their ideas.

“What is it this time??” You groan at all of the possible answers you didn’t want to hear.

Conor had always been your best friend, and you never looked at him as anything more, he would laugh with you and stand up for you when you were sad, but the two of you had an unshared agreement on having no interest. Jack, however, was a different story. Whenever Jack was around, the two of you always shared quick glances that always left a questionable tension between you. When you were alone, you would both share jokes with each other but there was almost a longing stare that followed after either of you laughed. You knew you had the hots for him, you just didn’t know what to do about it.

Conor’s laugh brings you back to reality, “It’s too bad Jack’s out, he would’ve loved this one!” You glare at his laughter until he shares your fate, “you have to drink a fridge smoothie!”.

Terror reaches your soul as you let out a fake gagging noise; a fridge smoothie is a smoothie that is made of 3 different condiments that are from your fridge, and unfortunately the choices aren’t yours.

Conor sees your pain and begins to laugh more as he jumps up to grab some items from the fridge. “Ive got you a smoothie that is made up of, mayo, mustard, and tabasco sauce!” Conor grins at you.

“Oh I am going to kill you Maynard!” You grit your teeth as you smell the drink in front of you. With that quick smell, you let out a shriek and quickly push it away from you. Conor quickly reaches out to keep it from spilling but ends up doing the opposite. Before you know it, the mixture of disgustingness was all across your shirt.

Both you and Conor look at each other with straight faces until you both burst out with laughter. Of course, this wasn’t the best scenario, but you had to admit it was hilarious. Conor quickly turns the camera off in order to help you; he grabs wipes to wipe down the floor and hands a few extra to you.

“I don’t think that this is gong to help my shirt much” you say holding up the wipe.

“I would offer you one of my shirts but I’m doing all of my laundry right now”, Conor shrugs before coming up with an idea, “maybe you can grab one of Jack’s shirts, he probably wont mind”

“Probably?” You say questioning Conor.

With one quick stare Conor shares, “He won’t care, go grab a shirt”.

You get up and make your way down to Jack’s room. Walking into his room while he wasn’t home was odd for you, you felt as if you were invading his privacy. When you sneak through the door, you see a bunch of his clothes scattered across the floor and his clean clothes hung up in his closet. You can still see the print on his bed that signifies where he was sleeping and it made you think about how cuddly he probably was. You grab the first grey shirt that you see and quickly change into it before making your way back out to Conor.

“Not too bad” you say giving a shrug to Conor while you show off the shirt.

“Very true, except it is twice your size” he laughs.

Conor and you finish off the video together, completing a list of different dares. You both spent the majority of the time laughing. When it was finished Conor turned off the camera and got up to grab his jacket.

“I have to go but you can hang out, Jack will be here soon” Conor hops down the hall.

“Where are you going?” You question.

“Ive made dinner plans with a girl on Tinder!” You hear the front door shut and under your breath you tell Conor good luck.

You being alone at their house wasn’t out of the ordinary, you often came here just because you were bored of your own home and you wanted to hang out with Conor. Deep down, you knew that it was also to see Jack. You turn on the television and start to watch a random show that was about fighting crime. It kind of interested you, but you couldn’t help but anticipate Jack’s arrival. Just then you hear the front door open and a quick, “hello?”, from Jack.

You were happy to hear his voice, “Hey its me!” You yell back to let him know.

When Jack walks around the corner he gives you a smile that brightened the room, “If I had known you were here, I would’ve gotten you some”, he holds up a bag of Chinese food.

“Oh its ok, don’t worry about me” you giggle, Jack breaks eye contact to put his food down but instantly looks back to stare.

“Is that my shirt?” Jack asks with a confused, furrowed eyebrow. His eyes look you up and down as he subtly licks his upper lip. Has Jack Maynard just checked you out? You couldn’t believe it.

“Oh ya, its a long story, I just needed to borrow it and Conor said you wouldn’t mind, I can change if you want it back” you say trying not to seem strange for wearing his shirt. You stand up to look for your dirty shirt until Jack interrupts you.

“No don’t worry, I was just surprised, I like the way it looks on you” you stop searching for your shirt and stand straight to catch Jack’s eyes again. The dark blue sparkled from the lights above and it makes you shiver.

“Really?” You ask shyly. Jack moves closer to you and grabs the bottom of your shirt to make it lay without any wrinkles and pretends to be judging it.

“Id say you look good”, he looks up from the shirt and gives you a smile that makes your heart weak, it was bright and charming. Jack drops his hands from your shirt and backs up a little bit, giving you a little bit of space. You believed he knew what he was doing, he was flirting with you.

“Thanks”, you say as your cheeks turn red and you look down at your feet.

Jack reaches for a strand of hair that has fallen from your bun and decides to push it behind your ear, while he has the chance, he leans in and kisses you on the forehead, making you smile. “Don’t worry about it” he gives you a smile before the apartment door swings open.

“Im back bitches!” Conor yells, both you and Jack laugh at his entrance.

#jack maynard #jackmaynard #jack maynard imagine #jack maynard imagines #Conor Maynard #buttercream squad imagines #buttercream squad #buttercream #caspar lee #Joe Sugg #ThatcherJoe #Oli White #mikey pearce #byron langley

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lokibug · 6 years ago

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Carnival Loner

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Credit to gif owners (not me)

Summary: Steve has the day to himself and decided to spend it at a carnival alone. You go to the same carnival except as a third wheel. Steve offers to take the empty seat next to you on a roller coaster.

Warnings: None but flUFF

A/N: This will be my first published writing for Steve, my other Fav, so bare with me Reader and I hope you enjoy :) I also seen another idea of this on another fan fiction from another fandom awhile back. Not sure which one but it was the same concept. I’m also taking requests!

Today was the perfect day for an outing. The weather was wonderful, your surroundings stood out magnificently, and the aura was all around magical. The only problem was that you were completely third wheeling from the moment you stepped foot into the carnival grounds. Your two best friends were completely all over each other. They clung to each other as if one would fade into the abyss if they had to let go. It was a horrid sight and quite frankly you were sick of it.

Another individual had been attending this event as well. Steve had also been there but only with himself as company. Lately he felt as if all joy had been drained from him, he didn’t quite feel himself. He assumed a day out was also what he needed but seeing other people together seemed to only be a drag on the hero.

“Let’s go on that one!” Your friend shrieked as she pointed to a rather interesting looking roller coaster. You lifted your head up high to see the current rider’s reactions to the ride. They all seemed to be having fun, but you also took notice the way the passengers were seated two by two. You were a single and not a duo so this just sent your anxiety into an even further hole.

“That’s looks awesome! Come on y/n!” Your friends smiled widely before dragging you along behind them. Not only did you have to stand in this ridiculously long line but you knew you’d have to eventually sit alone on a ride you knew you wouldn’t be comfortable on.

Meanwhile Steve had just purchased a bag full of pink cotton candy. His fingers pulled at the strands before letting it melt on his tongue. It reminded him of old times. Just as you were being drug along he noticed your face. Well he noticed all of you. Being held in what seemed like a trance he knew he had to go speak to you, even if it meant standing in a literal line. He hurried so he would get a spot next to you in line but before he could a few families had made their way into the gate and stood behind you. Steve could’ve easily made his way up to you but he hadn’t wanted to upset the other passengers so he decided to wait.

“You’re a single rider?” The ticket boy asked while making sure your seat belt was correctly fastened.

“Yes.” You simply replied as your so called friends didn’t even turn around once to try to speak to you.

He nodded before standing back to the small intercom, “Any single riders? I repeat any single riders?” He called out and quickly Steve perked up and nodded.

“Uh-yeah! Here. I’ll ride with her.” He said excusing himself as he passed families through the gate. You felt your face get warm at the thought of a stranger being so close to you and when you seen who the stranger was you mentally cursed yourself even more.

Steve smiled at you before gently getting into the seat next to you and fastened his seat belt.

“Hi.” He said smiling at you. He out stretched his hand a bit for you to shake, “I’m Steve...Rogers.” He said as he got a better look at your beautiful features.

“Hi,” you smirk, “I’m Y/N. Y/L/N.” You chuckle a bit from nervousness and a little from the fact that the handsome stranger introduced himself so properly. It was quite a nice change from random guys calling you baby and asking you for your Twitter username.

The ride slowly edged forward and he smiled widely as did you when you realized how hyped he looked for it. In reality he was only happy that you coincidentally happened to need a partner. He wore a hat and glasses that laid perfectly upon his nose. For some reason he had looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

During the ride he hadn’t screamed once, he merely laughed at the butterfly feeling within his stomach. You on the other hand shrieked here and there and giggled a bit at your own embarrassment.

When the ride was over your friend had already decided your next destination. “Well that was fun.” Steve spoke still walking steady next to you. A part of you was glad that he was, another part was a bit confused as to why.

“It was,” you smile and stop you steps. Questionably your friends glance back and wait for you but you simply say, “hey um, I’ll meet up with you guys after. I have to...use the bathroom.” You lied of course but they were far too invested in each other to even question you further.

“Friends of yours.” Steve asks and you turn towards him noticing the pink cotton candy bag in his palm.

“Yeah. Where are yours?” You ask glancing around a bit. He took a small bite of the dessert and glanced around too and shook his head.

“Only me.” He gave you a small smirk. You gave him a look that said ‘no way.’ How could such an attractive man be here alone. Attractive meaning both physically and common friendliness wise.

“What? You never seen a grown man eat pink cotton candy at a carnival by himself?” He asked chuckling while gazing down into your eyes.

You shake your head and laugh a bit, “Id be lying if I said I have.”

Steve laughed a bit and looked at his feet before replying, “I was kind of hoping a certain Y/H/C (your hair color “brunette”, “blonde”, “red head” etc) would allow me to be in her company here tonight.” The smile on your face stretched even wider and you rubbed your arm.

“I think she could spare some time.”

You two spend the time remaining laughing and talking. You two spoke about almost everything from why you were there to your favorite songs to your small phobias. It wasn’t until almost the end of the night that you questioned his career choice. Of course Steve was surprised that you hadn’t recognized him right off the back but he didn’t expect you to.

“I’m still questioning on why I feel like I’ve met you before...or at least seen you before.” You say trying your best not to sound like a lunatic while you passed the food stands.

“You’ve probably seen me on the news once...or twice.” That’s when it hit you as you glanced up at him for a bit. He was Captain America. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal seeing that he was trying to stay a bit away from his usual image.

“Oh my gosh I know who you are!” You playfully shouted, “You’re the weather man from channel four-I always did love that suit.” You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head jokingly. Steve knew you were only joking with him as he rubbed his jaw with his hand before chuckling a bit.

“Of course doll, every Monday and Wednesday night.” He played along.

Between that moment and close to the park’s closing time, Steve had won you both a stuffed animal and a rubber band bracelet. Before realizing what you were playing for, you won Steve a goldfish in a bag. He gently took the bag and smirked, “This is alive.” He laughed a bit.

“I didn’t know!” You shouted before lifting your hands in defense.

“How did you not-“ He shook his head and looked at the night sky, “-I’m gonna name her Brooke.” Your face must’ve lit up like a child when he accepted your gift despite it being an actual live thing.

Once more you two got lost in conversation before realizing that there were hardly any people around anymore. “Where is everyone?” You asked Steve.

“The park’s close to closing ma’am.” A nearby employee spoke. You looked at Steve with widened eyes and you both burst into a small fit of laughter. You couldn’t believe that your conversation took such a long turn.

Your friends were waiting for you by the exit and that’s when felt a bit sad that you’d have to leave without him. He must’ve taken notice to this because he said, “Well...I hope I’ll see you again? Brooke with miss her mama.” He said before making pouty fish lips and you laughed softly once more.

“Are you sure it’s Brooke that’ll miss me?”

“Okay I’m speaking through Brooke as me,” he smiled softly at you, “maybe I can take you out on a real date.”

You felt yourself blush and nod, “I would like that.”

“Great.” He beamed.

“I’ll put my number in your phone.” You said before Steve pulled out a flip phone and you looked a bit shocked but still typed in your number.

“Y/N!” You friends called out. You turned to them and signaled them to hold on before turning towards Steve.

“I had a lot of fun,” you find the courage to move on your toes a bit and press a kiss to his cheek before saying, “good night weather man.”

Steve stood there watching you leave, goldfish in hand, smiling like a dork. He was finally starting to feel himself again and you left feeling a little more confident in your love life.

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activatingaggro · 7 years ago

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It's been a couple of days, but I totally missed people reblogging memes, so: B, C, H, K, and S?

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Enemies-to-lovers! Enemies-to-friends. Anything that hugely and dramatically changes CR.

Friends to enemies is a huge favourite, but only if they kiss. Sorry.

“These two characters are romantically inclined, but not admitting it, and oh no, now they have to share a bed / pretend to be married / publicly flirt or make-out, and O O P S, FEELINGS.”

This only never appears on tumblr because I’m classy. You’re welcome.

Platonic soulmates! Or those sitches where characters just click, instantly, with someone that they really, really, /really/ should fucking not have. I want the drama, the self-loathing, the spirals of mutual distress, because you just fell in love with the spy you’re supposed to capture and you’re still going to shoot him in the face, rifp.

Blood swaps. I don’t do magic anons, but please let it be known that I absolutely would write a long, massive thread with either of the birdrails having to successfully impersonate seadwellers, or with another character having to pretend to be a wildly different caste. I want the cultural shock, the privilege gain/loss, the struggle of looking in the mirror and seeing something totally wrong - or delightfully right, per society’s standards of behaviours - and the intricacies of caste behaviour.

“You’re incredibly important to me, but now I’m going to have to betray you, because MORALS.” Or vice-versa! Any situation where a character’s morals come up against their preferences, basically, and morals win out, and everyone has to deal with the backlash. GIVE ME CHARACTERS STANDING BY THEIR CONVICTIONS AND PAYING THE PRICE.

H: How would you describe your style?

HOW GROUCHY AM I TODAY IN DESCRIBING THIS is the real question. uwu

I put a lot of focus on narrative, and a lot of focus on minor details! I like to note what characters are paying attention to, and letting it (hopefully) say something about themselves: ID rarely notices people’s appearances unless they’re violet, or unless it’s in his face, and he misses a lot of details period. Sipara is constantly assessing if she can kill someone, and how. Riccin is constantly speculating on what quadrant they can fit someone in. Pheres is constantly assessing if he’s about to get killed.

My main focus while writing narratives is ensuring that you can strip all the names and still, hopefully, tell which character is telling the story! This is in roleplay. In writing, I try to put a lot more focus on the actual scenes, and a lot less focus on the narrative: my absolute ideal of style, for individual stuff, has to be WATCH THE ROOTS by Lionpyh, or pretty much any story of Isozyme’s.

Individual stuff where the focus is on a story rather than the characters, I really like crisp, clipped lines, and in roleplay stuff, I like longer, narrative-focused ones.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Back when Pheres had gills as his default: he gets found out by a seadweller who collects mutants, and yanked into her collection, so he starts off a long-haul plan to escape that involves wooing her flush, but accidentally ends up genuinely falling for his own ploy in a fucked up stockholmian sitch. So Sipara finally manages to yank enough strings to get the info to come and rescue him, a year or so in, murders her way through the facility, collects Pheres -

- and he’s a mess, because oh, no, don’t kill her! She can be fixed! Don’t, don’t don’t -

And Sipara kills her, anyway, and they have a pile in the middle of this awful, bloody facility, and everything is terrible, and everyone is crying, and I think it eventually results in an incredibly ace, weird blur of , where the two of them dissolve into even harder codependence then they started off the blog with.

I have art of this somewhere on this blog, actually!

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Pheres is directly inspired by the fact my definitive memories of my teenage years included a lot of my friends being exploited/harmed by significantly older men at 13-18 under the guise of ~*relationships*~, and our flailing attempts to figure out how to navigate romance/relationships in a context that was defined by that kind of abusive fuckery.

Pheres is subsequently a trashfire in a way that’s meant to examine and prod at that in a different context! How do these situations happen and exist in Alternian contexts? And if the foundation upon which you’ve learned to build relationships was fucked up from the get-go, how does that affect you as you grow older, and how do you learn to fix it?

And a lot of Pheres’s general encounters with his customers reflect negative experiences that I have had with folks, or that my friends have had with people, just amped up to fit the Alternian context. Someone who’s previously been civil getting in your face shrieking because WAS THAT DISRESPECTFUL, ARE YOU BEING UPPITY – gets twisted into a customer shanking him over something equally minor.

C: What character do you identify with most?

I deliberately don’t really identify with most of my characters, haha. It’s part of my IC-OOC barrier: I love them, and I love writing them, but the majority are morally incompatible with my own viewpoints, or have done horrific shit that can’t be overlooked in the name of identification.

With that said, the specific traits I put in that I hook onto the most:

ID’s general ennui towards strong emotions is something I relate to! ID finds it detrimental to himself, at points, and gets delighted over having strong emotions on the rare instances it happens - I, on the other hand, am just thoroughly disinclined towards them completely when it comes to myself. HARD LOGIC ONLY.

Which has led to interesting character gaps between my portrayal of ID and others perceptions of him, I think? I personally view his largest flaws as his lack of empathy and his history of fucking over everyone around him on a whim - a lot of people view one of his largest flaws as not emotionally connecting to his romantic partners. Different writers view different aspects of a character as relatable, and it’s neat to see.

Sipara’s temper issues! She’s got a (physical) parallel of my anger issues from when I was a baby, and the same levels of “I MUST CONTROL EVERYTHING”. She’s totally a feral goblin of a hellchild, but I find it #relatable, even while I’m like “yeah, girl’s batshit”.

Pheres’s general control freak issues, and his inability to disengage from people that he really should, because what if they feel bad? =:( Also, his general desire to take responsibility over everyone and shove them into his nest to be mothered, lbr here.

Riccin’s desire to just roll with the fucking blows when it comes to their interpersonal relationships.This has come up with Orivar, it’s come up with Videle, it’s come up with Gliese - if you push them, they’ll fold, because their focus tends to be more on “keep the peace” with friends and quads, moreso than “keep my own personal interests in mind”.

#8tea #thank you for the ask!#ask meme

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 7 years ago

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“this isnt a herem anime u fucken weebs”

summary: toshi gets injured and drama ensues when nighteye, naomasa, hizashi, and aizawa all show up to fuck him! who shall win his affections (and 8 foot thundercock) in the end? find out on this episode of “its almost 2 in the fucking morning i have class in 6 hours what the fuck am i doing”

notes: i decided to write this bc i thought naomasa and nighteye arguing over all might would be a Dank Meme and then i added mic and aizawa to make it a proper HaremTM, im dedicating this to @motojirou-kajii bc rose is literally the only reason i have the slightest interest in nighteye so congrats u are INDIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS HEAP OF SIN HOPE U LIKE IT FUCKO

***************************************************************************************all mite had broekn much of his limbs and ruptured all 3 of the orgens he had left so it was basically like any other day in his miserble life.

he was sad and loenly and even tho his arms were 8 feet long neither could reach his mightey montser cock that wuz also 8 feet long ;)).

“what a sad day this is for me, ALL MIGHT TM” he saed sadly. he coffed up blood and sighed sighfully. “if only ther was a nubile young man who could bring me confort,,”

sir niteeye crawled out from underneath the couch where he had been hiding for totally legitiemet, not secretly jacking his dick to all mights despare, reasons.

“sir nite ey” said toshinori weakly.

nihteye gently slapped toshinorys ass. “good nighteye. sleep tighteye.”

toshinori laghed. “dont let the bedbugs,,, biteeye?”

“nice fuckin going dr. genius u ruined the joke u stupid idiot” nighteye snapped angrely. “it was perfect but u pushed it 3 far and now its ruined 5ever. ur beating that dead horse harder than i beat my meat when i think of your grate jiggling jugs in that slutty little spandex onesie u run around in”

“not aneymor” toshinori cried as teers ran down his face. “my slutty dayz are over. now im just a sad old man. no mor spandex onsesies for me- only” his face scrunched up as he wept mournfully. “TASTEFUL TROUSERS AND LOOSE TURTLENECKS OH NGHTEYE WHAT IS MY LIEF BECONE??? I WISH I WER THE DED!!1”

nightey wipped out his two inch dick and bithc-slapped the sympol of peace across his fuckin face iwth it. “TOSHi YYou INgoRENT SlUT stop being EMO this isnt 2004 that shits not cute anymore fam”

toshi kept rcrying but now they were happey teers. “relly bro?? u think wer fam???”

nighteyey started wackin his ween. “o fuck ye dude, ur like my fuckably non-blood related older brother that id 10/10 would bang”

all mite opened his moth like he mIGHT (GET IT?!!??!1?) say words but befor that cold hapdlen, the door SLAMMED OPEN and nowmasa walked in.

“helo toshi my bff forever with whom i am best friends forever” he said, friendily. “i hav come to take care of u, my friEND!”

“NAO-NAO-CHAN!” toshi exclamed happely, his cockanoodledoo swellign up to the size of 3 lebron jameses with joy and knocking kniteey out the fuckin window. “MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER!!!!1! YOURE MY FRIEND AND I LOV U!!!”

“I LOV U TOO!!1” naomasa replied with much gaynes on his ordinary face.

“um E XC USUEE uuU!” niteeye saed angrielty as he crowled in thru the window, picking sticks out of his hare (sadly he left the stick up his ass). “TOshI who is this?!???”

“i could ask the SAME QUESTION!!” naomasma yelled with his boring eyes narrowing suspeciously. “toshi, who is this OTHER MAN??? is ther somethign u would liek to ExpLAnE?”

t0shi sweated nervsouly. “nao nao chan this is., um,, he,s,”

“IM NITEEYE” nighteye snapped, doing the anime glasses thing with his glasses. “his sidekiCk”

“ex sidekick” toshi added

“well iMM naomasa, his CURRENT best friend!” naomasa replied crossing his unremarkable arms.

“well ur currently abotu to get ur ass beAT u fuCKEN NORMIE” nighteye shouted threateningly as he flexed he collectiv 2 miligrams of muscle he had on his entire bodey.

“NORMIES REEE” shreiekd a fmailiar voice from the door which was still oepn.

“HIBACHI YAMDADDY???” nighteye roared, territorially draping his penis across toshinorys eyeball. “what teh abosulte Fuc K are u doign here you cheap hore???”

“excus u fucko im am NOt chEEP!” hizashy yelled igdignatly. “u can ask showta, it costs at LEAST three dollers to insrert ping pong balls up my ass! FOUR dolers if u wanna snort cockaeine off my stank tiddys.” hizashi lowered his voice shamefully. “the cokane isnt reel tho, its the powedery suger thing from like, pixy sticks. i cut open and shitlod of pixy sticks and sprinkle the sugar on my tiddys and predent its cocaine. MY LIFE IS A LIE!!!!”

“take ur fake tits and ur fake cocaein and your FAKE ASS KMART WEAVE AND GET YOUR SKANK ASS GONE, BITCH!” naomasa shrieked, taking out a fucking glock that he had bc he was a PolicemenTM and shoting hizasy in the dickhole.

hizashy bled 2 death on the flor but other than that he wuz fine. ‘wat are all u beta cucks doing her?? i thot this was all mitgh-senpais house not an incel convention”

“IM here taking care of super dady so he’ll repay me with the secks!” nighetye proclaimed proudly. “idk wat HES doing heer” he added pointing at naowmasa.

“Im supoorting my best friend you nutless heap of used scrotumz!” naomasa replied upsettedly. “bc im a GOOd PERson and I c ARE”

“how du u even KNOw ur best friends?” niteye asked snottily. “mayebe IM hi best friend!1”

“fat chance bozo!” naomaasa laffed as he tore off his plain white shirt revealign his chest wich was totally unremarkable except the tatto ritten in comick sanz that sed “ALL MIGHTES BEST FRIEND FORVER, LUV ALL MITE PS. SIR NITEEYE CAN LICK A CHODE”

nighteye gasped, infurieted and only slightly aroused. “ya well wateVER” he snapped pissily. “its not like some piece of shit tattoo is legaly binding”

naomasa turned around. “THIS TATOO IS LEGALY BINDING, SIGNED THE FUCKIGN GOVERNMENT OF JAPANESE???” nigtheye yelled loudly, reading the rest of the tatoo. “wel maybe i dont CARE about the law! im a bad bitch FUCK THA POLICE!!!”

naomasa smirked “all might sure is”

toshinori paused what he was doing- chewing off his own arm to escape- long enuff ot nod and conferm this fact so the fact was almost as firm as nighteyes salty rage boner.

be4 nightey could kik naomasa in the eyebal, aizawa walked in. he wasnt werring clothes but his nakeed body was covered in hair and appelsauce so it was basicaly hthe same thign.

“sup toshy” he said unceremonsioulsly faceplanting onto toshis bony ass. “i herd u got injured. want som simpathy secks?”

“Not from YUO, u BIG DUM DOODOOHEAD!” hizashi shrieked, thrusting angriyl against aizawa. he tenderly inserted his weenie hut jr into aizawas mouth. “from us.”

“wher did this walking bag of stray pubes come from?” noamasa asked confusedly.

“straight from ur moms house, pissbaby!” azawa roared sexily. “ya, thats rite, idk who ur mom even is and i fucked her.”

“but rnt u gay??” naomasa asked confusedly

“nowmasa ur denser than a bowling ball made of other, heavier bowling balls” nighteye snapped frustratedly. “ thats the JOKE!!”

“ur sex lifes a joke” aizawa sed, flipping his slimy hare over his sholder. thre ded flies fell out.

“OH SHIT SON GET DUNKED ON” hizashi yelled proudly hi-5ving aizawa with his dick.

“WHY DONT U GO FUCK A CAT YOU GREASY CUMSOCK” nighteye screamed enragedly as all the vains in his silly time sexin snake popped open.

“been ther don that” aizawa sed flatly “wy dont u shov ur hand up ur ass and c if u can find anymore shit comebacks”

“oh snap” naomasa whispered quietly

“YOU SINGLE PEACE OF STALE WHITE BREAD I WIL KIL U WERHE U STAND” nigheye SHREKED as allstar by smashmouth stared playing on hziashys neck speeker.

“pls comrades do not fite over me” said toshinory sadly “violenc dosnt turn me on, im not endeovor”

“endevor is literally the fuckign worst thign to excist ever” naomasa agreed

“iv sen the minion porn hizashy jacks off to but i still agree” aizawa also aggred

“MINIONS WITH FAT TITS ARE HOTTER THAN NEDEVORS STEAMING NIPPLES WILL EVER BE!” mic agreedded impassionetly!

“it seems like we all agree” said nighteye agreebly.

every1 agred.

“c were not so differnt are we?” said toshinoriy, putting down his half gnawed arm “cant we all b firends?”

“or we coudl all FUCK” hizashi suggested eagerly

“yes, share my body for the glory of cummunism!” all mighte was happey to say

“this isnt a herem anime u sack of shit weebs” ngihteye replied disgustedly

“wat about,,.” hizashy pulled down his pants reveelign the sord art online tato of kiritows face he got on his asscheek in the 4th grade “NOW”

nighteyse night eyes welled up with teers. “oh ddady,,” he tore off his shrit to show the tato of asunas face he had on his left boob “TAKE ME NOW”

they all fukced and toshinory coghed up blod multiple times, hizashy was mssing at least 40 percent of his penis, nighteye kept calling toshy “daddy”, naomasa responded to 3 calls from the polece station mid-nut, and they all got rugburn from aizawas big ol donkey dick the end

#bnha #here come dat fic o shit waddup #i spent like #two hours on this

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empressdrega27 · 7 years ago

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His Universe

I felt like writing, so here’s a story based off of a prompt i saw a while ago.

Prompt: I love you, not them.

Y/B/M = “Your birth month” H/C= “hair color” H/L= “hair length” S/T= “ skin tone” E/C= “ eye color”

There was always something. Always one little detail that would ruin everything, like a loose thread on sweater. One pull, and it all unravels. All it took was a wrong tug or a misplaced gesture to make it all come undone. That was what Y/n felt like anyways. She felt like her whole life was one loose thread away from being completely destroyed. So, when things started going right for a change, well, Y/n could hardly believe it. She was a science major (she didn’t know which science yet so she just said science), and she had gotten the opportunity to go to a very prestigious college in New York City, with a full scholar ship to boot. Sure it was a little far from her home town, but she would learn so much there! Though, there was a tiny problem, Y/n’s scholarship covered the cost of tuition and a nice dorm, but it didn’t cover the cost of food or additional expenses. Which meant that Y/n had to get a job.

She checked listing after listing until she found an open position as a bookkeeper in the archives of the Museum Of Natural History. It was perfect, a quiet position away from many people, Y/n couldn’t wait to start. On her first day Y/n was escorted to the archives by a very nice lady by the name of Rebecca.

“So, you’re the new bookkeeper for the archives right?”, Rebecca asked.

“Oh, um, yeah. I need a job to cover some of my extra expenses for college, I have a full scholarship, but it doesn’t cover everything”, Y/n smiled.

Rebecca’s eyes widened, “Wow, your grades must be excellent to get a scholarship like that! How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Ah, the infamous question. At least one person asked Y/n how old she was when they met her, on account of her height. Y/n was quite a bit taller than your average college student, so naturally she got asked how old she was. It didn’t bother her though, she’d been asked questions like that all her life.

“19″, Y/n replied, “I’ll be 20 in Y/B/M”.

“Oh.”

“Is something wrong?”, Y/n asked.

“OH, No, nothing’s wrong. I was just expecting you to be, uh.....”

“Older”, Y’n finished Rebecca’s sentence.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never met someone as tall as you before. I didn’t mean to offend you”, Rebecca admitted.

“You didn’t, I get asked that question all the time”.

Y/n normally didn’t get along with people she didn’t know well, but talking with Rebecca was so easy! Y/n learned about Rebecca’s fascination with Sacagawea, and Rebecca found that Y/n absolutely loved books. Soon, they had arrived at the archives, and Rebecca had to go back to work. She said good-bye to Y/n, and Y/n started her own work.

A couple hours had passed when a man came into the archives, Y/n recognized him as the museum’s curator, Dr. McPhee.

“You. New girl. Have you seen a grotesque little child...thing come in here?”

“No sir, I’m afraid you’re the only person who’s came in since I got here”, Y/n answered, “Did you need anything else?”

McPhee looked extremely annoyed for a moment, then he seemed to remember something.

“Ah, yes. I need a document receipt for an artifact.”

“Um, a document receipt, sir?”

“Yes! A document receipt! You know one of those papers we get when an artifact arrives on loan from another museum?!”, he gestured wildly as he spoke.

“Do you mean a loan conformation slip?”, Y/n inquired.

“I, well, yes”, he admitted.

Y/n smiled and asked, “For which artifact, sir?”

He told her the artifact’s name and ID number, and Y/n looked it up in the museum database. She found the document and told Dr. McPhee where it was. He went to get it only to find that the binder with the document was on the top shelf.

“New girl! Get me a step ladder!”

Y/n sighed and stood up. She walked over to her boss and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Well it’s about bloody time!”, he exclaimed as he turned around. When he saw her, he shrieked.

“EEEAGH!!”

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes and interjected,

“May I, sir?”

Y/n reached up and effortlessly grabbed the binder, while McPhee sputtered in shock. She then handed him the binder and went to sit back down at her desk.

As she walked away McPhee shouted,

“Now hold on just a minute! How old are you?!”

Y/n smirked, it was going to be interesting working here.

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Y/n stood up and stretched, these chairs were way too low for someone with long legs. It was nearly closing time, but Y/n didn’t want to leave just yet. She had asked McPhee if she could stay late, and he had said something to the effect of “whatever, but don’t touch anything”. So she decided that now was a good time to explore. She walked around the massive building reading every plaque and admiring every exhibit. As Y/n was walking, she heard a voice calling out to her.

“Hey! What are you doing here?! The museum’s closing!”

Y/n turned to see a night guard running towards her.

He stopped, and doubled over panting.

“Are you alright?”, Y/n asked, concerned.

“I, *pant* I’m fine, I just got *wheeze* winded. I’m not as *cough* young as I used to be.”

“Do you want me to get you some water?”, Y/n offered.

The guard’s breathing evened out and he stood up.

“Thanks, but I’m fine now. I saw you a few exhibits ago, and I tried to get your attention, but you were really zoned out. Then I tried to catch up to you. You ever thought about taking up speed walking professionally?”

Y/n laughed and said, “Not really. I wasn’t even walking that fast, I guess my stride is longer than yours.”

“No kidding”, the guard said, “You probably get this a lot, but how tall are you?”

Y/n smiled a bit and replied, “Six foot four and a half.”

The guard whistled, “Woah. Have you ever considered being a model?”

Y/n’s expression darkened, “No.”

“Why not?’, the guard inquired.

“Because... I’m not pretty enough”, Y/n muttered.

“Says who?”

Y/n sighed sadly, “Everyone”.

The guard seemed surprised.

“Well ‘everyone’ is wrong. I think you’d make a killing as a model”.

“Forgive me for my bluntness sir, but I think I’m a bit young for you”, Y/n said, an air of annoyance about her.

The guard’s eyes widened and he put his hands up.

“I swear that’s not what I meant! You seem like a really nice young lady, I thought that, I mean I, It’s just.....”

Y/n stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

The guard sighed and said, “I’m sorry can we start over? My name is Larry Daley, what’s yours?”

Y/n chuckled and replied, “Y/n L/n. Pleased to meet you Larry.”

“So, do you believe that I wasn’t trying to hit on you?”, Larry asked.

“Yeah, I believe you. I don’t think you’re that type of guy”.

“So, Y/n, what are you doing at a museum at this time of night?”

She looked at him and told him about college and her new job. Why were these people so easy to talk to?! Why did it feel like she belonged here?

“Well Y/n, it’s been nice to meet you, but it’s time for you to go”, Larry said.

“What?! No way am I leaving! I have permission to be here!”, Y/n declared.

“From who?”, Larry questioned.

“From OUR boss,” Y/n affirmed.

“You mean McPhee gave you permission to stay in the museum after dark?”

“Yes, he did.”

Larry was sweating, he didn’t know what to do. If he made Y/n leave, then she’d tell McPhee, who’d probably fire him. But if he let her stay, she find out the secret of the museum. He was at a loss, but the more he thought about it, he realized, what harm could it do?

Larry looked at Y/n and told her, “Follow me”.

Y/n inquired, “Why?”

“Just follow me, please?”

Everything one learns in school about stranger danger should have made Y/n think twice about following the strange night guard that she barely knew, but something in her made her feel that she could trust him. So she followed him.

They arrived at the guards office, and Larry shut the door behind Y/n.

“Okay”, Larry started, “Can you keep a secret Y/n?”

“What kind of secret?”

“A very big one”, Larry replied.

Y/n was silent for a moment.

“Well?”, Larry nagged.

“Yes, I can keep a secret”, Y/n agreed.

“Okay, so. I doubt you’ll believe me until you see it, but do you know the Tablet of Ahkmenrah?”

“Of course. It’s one of the most famous artifacts in this museum”, Y/n acknowledged.

“Good. The tablet is magic. It brings everything in this museum to life at night”, Larry explained.

Y/n’ eyes lit up.

“You’re serious? You’re not making this up to mess with me are you?”

“No. Everything comes to life every night.”

“Show me”, Y/n said.

Larry nodded and led the way. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon. Soon the two were in the Egyptology exhibit, specifically, the Tomb of Ahkmenrah.

“It’s almost time”, Larry said.

A few moments later, the tablet glowed gold and suddenly, Y/n heard all manner of noises. A mammoth trumpeting, lion roars, and, was that the T-Rex skeleton?! It was amazing. Then Y/n heard screaming, and it was coming from the sarcophagus. It made sense that Ahkmenrah’s tablet would bring him back to life as well, but that didn’t mean that that information wasn’t terrifying. Never the less, Y/n couldn’t let the man suffer in there, so she went and pushed the stone slab off of the display. Larry wasn’t far behind, he came and unlocked the pins holding the lid on. When they were released, the lid of the sarcophagus flew into the adjacent wall. A figure wrapped in bandages sat up in the coffin. It turned and stepped out of the box, and unwrapped it’s face. Y/n had no idea what was under those wrappings, but Larry seemed completely unfazed, so she tried not to assume the worst. When the mummy had removed the linen from his face he looked at Larry and spoke,

“Good evening guardian of Brooklyn. I trust you are well?”

The man’s voice was completely different from what Y/n was expecting, he spoke in perfect english, and he had a very smooth British accent.

Larry answered, “Hey Ahk. I’m doing fine, how about you?”

The pharaoh smiled and replied, “I am doing quite well, though I could not help but notice that you were late.”

Larry scratched the back of his neck and replied, “Yeah, sorry about that. I was talking with a new friend.” He gestured to Y/n.

Ahkmenrah looked to where Larry had pointed and he saw her. The two looked at each other. Y/n could see Ahkmenrah’s face clearly now. He had grey-green eyes with hooded eyelids, and he had short curly black hair. His skin was a sun kissed bronze, and his smile was beautiful. He was hands down, the most gorgeous man Y/n had ever seen. She could hardly breathe, and it seemed that Ahk was in a similar situation. When he turned to look at Larry’s new friend, he was shocked. Before him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had glossy H/L H/C hair, flawless S/T skin, and the most breathtaking E/C eyes. She was a goddess. He walked toward her, and when he was in front of her he had to look up to look her in the eyes. She towered over him like a mighty obelisk. He bowed lowly, and said,

“I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers. I would be honored to hear your name.”

Y/n blushed and answered, “I’m Y/n Y/l, you don’t have to bow to me, I don’t have a special title or anything. It’s an honor to meet you, your highness.”

She did her best curtsy as Ahk straightened up.

“Y/n. What a magnificent name, it fits you well. It is as beautiful as you are.”

She blushed even more at that and stammered, “T-thank you your majesty.”

“Please, no more of that nonsense. Ahkmenrah is fine, or just Ahk if you prefer. I understand that my name is a bit of a mouthful.”

“I don’t think it is. I suppose most people can’t figure out the inflection”, Y/n replied.

Ahk’s face lit up, “Can you say it with the inflection?”

“Of course! Ahkmenrah. It’s not that hard,” Y/n asserted.

A massive grin appeared on Ahk’s face, “That was perfect! I don’t think even I could say it better! You are even more incredible than I thought.”

“Why thank you Ahkmenrah”, Y/n was certain that she would never stop blushing at this point.

“How about we let Ahk get dressed?”, Larry cut in.

“Ah. Yes, if you’ll excuse me Y/n, I shall be done in a moment.”

“Yeah, um, take your time!”, Y/n walked out of the tomb and waited by an exhibit of Egyptian jewelry. She became so engrossed in the exhibit that she didn’t hear Ahk walking towards her once he was dressed.

“Exquisite, aren’t they?”

Y/n gasped and flinched. Ahk put his hand on her arm and said,

“Are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you. I apologize.”

“I’m fine! I just got caught up with reading the stuff on the exhibit, that’s all”, Y/n assured him.

“I’m glad you’re all right. Do you like to read?”

Y/n beamed and answered, “Oh yes! I love to read, I always have, that’s why I got a job at the archives in this museum!”

“You work here?”

Y/n nodded, “I just got the job today in fact.”

Ahk and Y/n kept talking and wandering through the exhibits together. Larry watched them talking, and as the two disappeared around a corner, Larry saw Ahk looking up at Y/n and listening to her speak. Larry chuckled under his breath, Oh man. It had only been 15 minutes and Ahk was in love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the days after Y/n found out about the museum she met more of the exhibits. Y/n came to know that Rebecca had known about the museum and that she was dating Larry. She met Jed and Octavius, who she liked very much. They liked her very much too, and they could see how absolutely besotted Y/n was. She adored Ahk, but she was afraid to make a move. She thought he was WAY outta her league. After all he was so handsome and sweet, and she wasn’t good enough for him. He was her best friend, she didn’t wanna ruin that.

Meanwhile, Ahk was trying his hardest to make Y/n see that he loved her. He complimented her constantly, he kissed her hand, he hugged her, but she never did anything other than blush. He was beginning to think that she didn’t feel the same way. Until one day he decided to go for broke. When Y/n came to see him that night , Ahk said he had something to show her. She followed him.

“Where are we going Ahk?”

“Patience, my beauty. It’s a surprise.”

“Okay...”, Y/n was suspicious.

They came to a deserted part of the museum, and Ahk took off his crown.

“Well, where’s this surprise? I don’t see anything.”

“Close your eyes”, Ahk said.

Y/n sighed and grumbled, “Alright, but this better be good.”

She closed her eyes and heard Ahk’s clothes jingling as he walked. He was getting closer. She waited. Suddenly, Y/n felt Ahk’s arms around her neck, and his lips on hers. She gasped. Was this really happening? Was Ahk, KISSING HER?! He must have thought that her gasp was a bad sign because she felt him pulling back. Y/n couldn’t have that. She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him again. He didn’t hesitate, he squeezed her tighter and deepened the kiss. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. When they broke the kiss Ahk put both of his hands on Y/n’s face and said,

“Y/n, my beauty, my lotus, my goddess, I love you. I have loved you from the moment we met. I cannot live without you, you are what makes waking up each night worth it.”

Y/n placed her forehead against his,

“Ahkmenrah, I love you too. I adore you. I would do anything for you. I count the hours until I can be with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my king. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“I am also sorry, for not being more forward. I was trying to be subtle, but I suppose subtle doesn’t always work”, Ahk smiled.

Y/n laughed, “It would probably have worked better if I wasn’t so oblivious.”

Ahk chuckled, “Perhaps, but it worked out in the end. That’s all that matters.”

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It had been a little over a year since Ahkmenrah had confessed to Y/n, and their relationship was still going strong. The museum was now open at night, and Y/n was allowed to assist Ahk with tours. It was fun telling facts about history to all the interesting visitors, especially when Ahk was with her. Y/n’s life had become so good and happy, she knew that something would come along to ruin it. Sooner or later it would happen, it always did. And Y/n was right, her unraveling came in the form of some of the museum guests. There were always people who looked at Ahk, he was a guide after all, but there were some whose gaze lingered a bit more than necessary. There were some guests that didn’t follow the rules, they laughed and flirted, they batted their perfect eyelashes at him. Y/n wouldn’t have minded so much if they didn’t always ignore her! They always pretended she wasn’t there, Ahk always introduced himself, and then he introduced Y/n as his girlfriend and lovely assistant, but these people never listened.

It started getting worse after a while. Now the group started calling Y/n names when Ahk wasn’t looking. Then they would shove her. Some would even yell at her if they were alone with her. But that wasn’t the worst thing, the worst thing of all was that Y/n had started believing what they were saying about her. She believed she wasn’t good enough for Ahk, that he was just with her because he felt sorry for her. Y/n believed that Ahk never thought she was beautiful, it was all just a joke, like her. She got worse and worse each day. All the light had gone out of her eyes, and Ahk was worried sick. His beloved was looking more and more despondent each day. It had to be those rude idiots that came around every so often. Well, if he caught them hurting his goddess, they would be sorry.

One day, the group of mean girls (and some boys) returned. They tormented Y/n as usual, only this time they managed to break her. She started sobbing and ran. They laughed at her, and started looking for Ahk, but he had seen what happened. He ran after Y/n and found her in his exhibit. He had never really seen her cry, and never wanted to see it again. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back.

“Shhhhh. It’s alright, I’ve got you. I’m here,” he soothed.

Y/n sobbed, “They’re right! I don’t deserve you. I’m ugly and stupid, and worthless! I should have never been born!”

At this point Ahkmenrah had tears running down his face as well. How could anyone be so cruel? Y/n was the kindest, most generous person he had ever met.. To make her feel so awful, was a heinous crime, and Ahk would make them suffer for this, but for now he would make Y/n feel better.

“Y/n look at me, please!”

She reluctantly did as he asked.

“Y/n when I look at you I see perfection. Your hair is an ocean of beauty, not even the finest silk could compare. In your eyes I see the universe, my universe. Because that’s what you are to me! You are my universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, you are all of them!”

Y/n sniffled, “But I’m too tall, and I-I’m f-fat.”

Ahk shook his head, “You are neither of those my love. You are mighty and strong, you are like the pyramids, a monument to greatness that will never fall.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Ahk?”, Y/n muttered.

“My lotus, I have never met a more brilliant soul. Your intelligence is beyond those fool’s comprehension. If you are stupid, then this building is made of candy floss and I still have all of my internal organs.”

Y/n giggled at that, and Ahk nuzzled her nose, “That’s my girl.”

“Can I ask you something Ahk?”

“Of course Love, what is it?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t be happier with someone else?”

Ahk chimed in, “You mean someone like them, right?”

Y/n nodded.

Ahk leaned in and kissed her with as much love as he could muster. When he broke the kiss he murmured, “I love you, not them. I could never love someone as cruel as that. I will love you forever, no matter what.”

Y/n smiled, and replied, “Thank you, my king.”

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Epilogue...

A few days passed since the incident, and all of the exhibits had been told about the cruelty Y/n had suffered. They were outraged of course, and vowed that if those responsible ever showed their faces again, they would pay for what they did. Y/n was feeling better since then, and now had more self-confidence than ever, thanks not only to Ahk, but also to all of their friends as well.

Eventually, the group of mean girls (and guys) returned, but this time things were different. Now they were not only ignoring her again, they were touching Ahk. Y/n could tell that he was uncomfortable, and finally she had enough. It was one thing to harass her, it’s another thing completely to harass her boyfriend. As soon as one of the slime balls laid their skeezy hands on him, Y/n struck. She tapped the offending girl on the shoulder and, BAM! Y/n clocked her.

“Who’s next?”, she asked in a menacing voice.

The group started to back away.

“If any of you pricks come back here for any other reason than ta learn, I will smack all a y’all so hard you’ll get knocked into the next state. Do I make my self clear?” They nodded and ran off, like the cowards they were.

The one on the ground looked up at Y/n and asked, “You were so weak, what happened?”

Y/n smiled and replied, “I realized that you were the ones who were weak. You knew that Ahkmenrah would never leave me, so you tried to make me leave instead, but here’s the thing. I’ll never give him up, not to you, not to anyone. I love him more than you could comprehend, and I know that you’re jealous of me. I should never have believed anything you assholes said, but I was worried. Worried that my happiness would unravel like it always did, but now I know the truth. With Ahk, I’ll always be happy, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

They never returned to the museum, and Ahkmenrah and Y/n continued to live and be happy, together. Sometimes it may feel like one wrong move and your world comes undone, but remember, No matter how much of your life comes apart, there will always be someone to help you put it back together.

The End

#WOOOO BOI DID THAT GET LOOOOOOONG #sorry not sorry #i love this one #i think it turned out really well actually #ahkmenrah x reader #natm #drega writes

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kawaiipsycho101 · 7 years ago

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Righteous Side of Hell--Ch.3

3. Choice

A girl was screaming.

Everything was dark, so I couldn’t see her. The sound was distant, but clear; a shriek made of pure pain and terror. She had long past the point of calling for help (although it would have been greatly appreciated), and was now tiptoeing just along the edge of madness.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

Suddenly I was surrounded by fire, the intense heat immediately searing my flesh. I tried to yell, but was choked by smoke.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

I was being pulled under by skeletal hands, their sharp claws tearing at my skin with the frenzy of a starved animal. I struggled with everything I had, but it was no use, as I was consumed by the flames and my vision clouded with inky blackness once again.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

And overlapping it all was a strange rhythm.

“Alixandria.”

My name.

“Alixandria!”

Someone was calling for me.

“Hey,”

“Alixandria!”

My eyes flew open as I jerked forward, a gasp caught in my throat. The night was cool and dark. I was sitting on my usual tree-branch high above the hideout. I must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare, a thought that deeply unnerved me.

This is wrong. I don’t need sleep anymore. I shouldn’t be wasting time with useless things-

“Finally! I thought you’d never wake up.”

I turned around and saw a familiar figure flying towards me.

“Ryuk?! What the Hell are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d check up on ya, see how things were goin’.” He settled on the branch next to me and plucked an apple seemingly out of nowhere. “I assume you’ve tracked down the current owner of your Death Note?” “Yeah, he’s…he’s somethin’ else.”

“Humans are so interesting, aren’t they?” he chuckled, eating nearly half of his apple in one bite.

“Nah, just the crazy ones. So, why are you really here?”

“Just a heads up, really. There’s a good chance you’ll be getting your notebook back tonight.”

“What makes you say that?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard muffled screams from inside the hideout, followed by a loud bang! as the door was blown open. I spun around and saw the last of a group of men storm into the building. I could hear Ryuk laughing behind me. “What did you do?!”

“I’ve recently gotten involved with the Kira investigation. One of the leaders actually made the eye-trade with me.”

“What?!”

“Look, all you have to do is sit back and watch. The humans even agreed to give you your Death Note back once they have it.” He finished his apple, core and all. “I thought you’d be happy.”

He’s right. I should be happy. Then why…

“Very well, but you better be right.” I did as instructed and did nothing, listening to the faint shouts and gunfire.

This is for the best. I have to get my Death Note back as quickly as possible. That’s what I came here for, and damn it, that’s what I’m gonna do. And hey, at least now I won’t have to deal with those assholes anymore, and I won’t have to be the mafia’s guard-dog either.

Yet I still felt a pang of guilt, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

Sorry, Mel-

Part of the hideout exploded.

“Jesus!” We both started. “If anything happens to my notebook, Ryuk, I swear-”

“Would you relax already? I’m sure your notebook’s fine.”

“It’s not the notebook you’re worried about.”

I froze. A voice had just whispered in my ear, a voice I hadn’t heard in a very, very long time.

“You’re worried about him, aren’t you?”

No. No, I’m not. I’m not!

I stayed perfectly still and did nothing, fists slowly clenching as the voice kept mumbling.

“You care what happens down there. You care about him.”

Shut! Up!

With a deafening roar, the rest of the complex burst into flames.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT!

The building began to crumble as more and more explosions rocked the foundation.

“My notebook!” Before Ryuk could stop me, I jumped off the branch and dived into the smoke.

Where is he? Where is he?!

There were bodies everywhere, some still alive, others…not so much. None of them belonged to Mello. After a few minutes and no luck, I began to think that somehow he’d gotten away. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blonde shadowy figure stumbling through the rubble.

Mello.

Even from a distance, I could tell he was badly hurt. Without thinking, I flew over to him and pulled one of his arms over my shoulders while wrapping the other around his torso, keeping my posture bent so he could walk.

“No…” he slurred. For someone who’d been so close to death, he certainly put up a decent struggle, but I just held him tighter and dragged him further away.

“Don’t talk, Pretty Boy. It’s just me.” He continued to squirm, and I realized that he couldn’t hear me, his ears most likely still ringing from the explosion. I gripped his face and turned it so he was looking into my eyes. “Mello, it’s me-”

Oh.

The mask he was wearing covered up most of it, but I could plainly see the burns consuming most of the left side of his face, trailing down his neck and to his shoulder, bits of his leather vest melted to his skin. I immediately realized what must have happened.

“You crazy motherfucker…You blew yourself up?!”

“A…?” Mello slurred. “Wha-?”

“I said shut up!” But by then he had passed out, going limp against me.

Fan-freakin’-tastic.

With an exasperated (and also slightly embarrassed) sigh, I did something that I’d never dreamed of doing in a million years: carry a hot, unconscious, injured man bridal-style.

Damn it, it’s supposed to be the other way around!

I took him a good distance before spotting a cave and gently placing him inside. I then searched his pockets for something useful.

Come on, come on…Ah ha!

In his left pocket was a cell-phone that had somehow survived the explosion. I flipped it open and searched the names and numbers listed, not sure who to trust in Mello’s time of need. But then, at the very bottom of the list, was one name I recognized: Matt.

It’s a long-shot, but it’ll have to do.

I dialed the number and held it to my ear.

Please pick up please pick up please pick up please pick up-

“Hello?”

Yes!

“Matt,” I said in Mello’s voice. “Listen, I need your help. I-”

“Hello?”

Stupid! He can’t hear me unless he touches the Death Note! Goddamn it!

I cried out in frustration and began to panic, until I heard a groan behind me and came up with a solution. I thrust the phone against Mello’s good ear and yelled,

“Mello, you have to say something! I can’t get help unless you talk!”

“I’m hanging up-”

I gripped a bit of Mello’s burned flesh with my index finger and thumb, and gave a small squeeze. The response was immediate as he screamed in pain, clutching my arm in protest.

“Sorry.”

“Shit!” I heard the voice on the other end say. “Right in my ear!”

“Come on Mello, talk. Tell him you need help.”

“Matt…” he muttered, barely conscious.

“…Mello?”

“That’s it, keep going! If you pass out again, I’m just gonna squeeze harder.”

“Y-Yeah…yeah it’s me. I…I blew myself up, Matt.”

“What?!”

“Can…can you come get me?”

“Hang on, I’m tracking your location now. Just keep your phone on and I’ll find you.”

“Thanks…” He passed out again, but I let him rest and placed the cell-phone in his hand.

“Alixandria! Yo, Alixandria! Where are you?” It was Ryuk. I could hear him calling just above us. I stared at Mello and sighed, hoping that I would be able to find him again after I left. Wasting no time, I flew out of the cave and glided close to the ground in case Ryuk tried to look for where I’d been. Once I was far enough away, I shot into the sky and waited for Ryuk to find me, which he did. “There you are. I’ve been lookin’ all over for ya.”

“What is it now?”

“The guys I’m workin’ with want to see you. They say they’re gonna return your Death Note.”

“Great. Take me to them.”

We flew for a while and eventually came to a hospital parking lot. We landed in front of a small group of Japanese men. All but one were wearing hospital nightgowns and some form of bandage.

They must have been in the hideout when Mello blew it up…Can’t say I envy them.

There was a cute guy named Touta Matsuda, a bearded man named Shuichi Aizawa, a big fella named Kanzo Mogi, and a serious-faced man named Hideki Ide. Upon closer inspection, I could tell that some of them had been crying, especially the handsome young man who was holding my notebook. I recognized him from before, when Ryuk was helping me track down my Death Note.

It was Light Yagami.

Kira.

It took every ounce of self-restraint in my being not to throttle him on the spot.

“You’re the shinigami who came here to take back this notebook, aren’t you?”

“Hai.” I nodded.

“The notebook might be helpful to the Kira investigation, but we really only need one of them. I’ll give this one back to you.” He held out the Death Note. I took it and decided to show at least some respect for these men who had clearly suffered heavy losses.

“Thank you very much.” I bowed deeply. “I am very sorry for any grievances caused by my Death Note.” I stood up straight once more and tilted my head slightly towards Ryuk. “Don’t trust him. He’s a lying, cheating bastard. Goodbye.”

I was back in the air before any of them even had a chance to respond.

I found Mello right where I left him, still unconscious.

I grimaced as I took a closer look at the damage his body had taken. His face, neck, and shoulder would be scarred for the rest of his life. Even with proper medical treatment, the recovery would be painful. His cell-phone was still on, so I knew that Matt was on his way, although I was unsure how long he would take, having no idea where he was. For all I knew, he could be on the other side of the world.

I sat down opposite Mello and waited. Sometimes he would grumble and moan, but I was pretty sure that he was still out like a rock.

I’ll make sure Matt picks him up, then I’ll go. Now that I have my notebook back, I can finally finish this. In fact…

I took out my Death Note and flipped to a blank page.

Why not end it right now?

I pressed the tip of my pen to the paper and started to write the characters of Light Yagami’s first name. I was almost finished when Mello made a noise that he never would have made were he awake. It was a sad, pathetic little whimper usually associated with a hurt puppy or kitten. He was scared, in pain, and alone.

Just like I was…

I looked at the unfinished characters of Light’s last name, then Mello, then back to what I’d written, before closing the notebook and tucking it back into my belt with a sigh.

He doesn’t deserve that…Not yet.

“Mmm…” I looked up at the sound of Mello’s voice and placed my hand on his uninjured shoulder as he began to stir. “Matt…”

“Just relax, Pretty Boy, he’ll be here….eventually.” He continued to mewl and, without really thinking about it, I began to gently stroke his hair. Even singed, it was still rather soft.

I wonder what shampoo- wait…what the Hell am I doing?!

I pulled my hand back sharply and pressed myself against the wall, as far from Mello as possible.

Jesus Christ, woman, get a hold of yourself! This is not some shitty fairy tale! Who do you think you are, the fucking Little Mermaid?! He’s not some dashing young prince who’ll love you forever now that you’ve saved him! He’s a bastard! A cunning, egocentric bastard! There is no way on Earth that pining after him could possibly end well for you, so GET A GRIP!

I buried my face in my hands and sighed.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore…” I told the semiconscious man. “Seriously, I have no fucking clue…”

Mello (whom had relaxed somewhat after I’d started petting his hair) began to quiver again. He looked like he was having a nightmare.

Ah, fuck it.

So I sang, hoping that maybe it would calm us both down.

“I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord, But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, The baffled king composing hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.”

Mello became still, and after making sure that he hadn’t actually died, I continued.

About forty five minutes went by and I began to worry that maybe Matt wouldn’t come after all. But, like a cheesy last-minute deus-ex-machina, I suddenly heard tires screeching against pavement followed by a car door slamming and running footsteps. It was Matt.

He appeared to be in surprisingly good shape for someone who supposedly spent all his time in front of a computer, with bright cherry-red hair that had clearly been dyed, orange-tinted goggles, a black-and-white striped long-sleeved shirt, a tan vest with white fluffy trimming, elbow-length leather gloves, jeans, and long black boots. The letters floating above his head read Mail Jeevas.

Fascinating fashion sense…Curious name too.

I watched as he discovered his old friend and hoisted him over his shoulder, cursing around the lit cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Jesus, man, what did you do to yourself? Every time, every fucking time you call me, it’s to bail your sorry ass out of some shit-storm you created. Unbelievable, unbe-fuckin’-lievable.”

I liked him immediately.

I followed the pair to Matt’s car and he loaded the burned blonde into the backseat as I sat on the roof of the vehicle. I held on tightly as we sped out of the woods and into the night.

We eventually arrived at a crappy apartment complex. As I hopped off the top of the car, I heard groaning from the backseat and saw a leather-clad shape squirming around. Matt got out and opened the door, this time walking Mello to safety and not carrying him. I followed them to his apartment and made note of the room number, in case I had to leave and come back. Once the two were in Matt’s bedroom and the fake red-head was bandaging Mello’s wounds, I decided to give them some privacy and floated up and out of the room.

Hours passed, with the night beginning to fade and daylight quickly spilling into the sky. Mostly I stayed outside the bedroom window, singing to Mello (if he could even hear me), but mostly to myself. When I wasn’t doing that, I was following Matt around, trying to think of a good time to reveal myself to him. I knew that it would be a while before Mello would be able to coherently explain the details of the situation, but Matt needed to know now. But the shock of seeing someone like me…

Along with breaking at least a dozen rules…

I soon came to the frustrating conclusion that the only way to do this was to do it quickly and hope for the best. Beyond had told me the guy was smart, and I prayed he wouldn’t interpret the sight of a shinigami as a sign of madness and not take me seriously. So, the next afternoon, after Matt had returned from buying more medical supplies for the still unconscious Mello, I touched a piece of my Death Note to his cheek, covering his mouth in the process.

I am going to get so much crap for this.

He immediately became aware of the hand over his mouth and tried to cry out, but I pressed down harder to silence him. I then wrapped my other arm around his waist, pinning his arms to his sides so as to prevent much movement.

“Do not be afraid.” I whispered into his ear, instantly regretting it as he struggled in my grasp.

Jesus, how creepy can you get?! Attagirl Alix, so much for not scaring him shitless.

His eyes widened at the sight of my large bony hand, soon traveling up my arm and finding my face. He produced a muffled scream and I began to find it increasingly difficult to hold him still.

“Wait, hold on, just give me a-” He wouldn’t listen, and after a few more failed attempts to explain myself, I let out an exasperated cry that, in hindsight, should have woken Mello. “Goddamnit, would you give me just one fucking second?! I’m not going to hurt you! I’m actually here to help!” That seemed to get his attention, for he suddenly stopped squirming and stared up at me. “Look, I’m a friend of Mello’s.”

He made a noise that I assumed was gag-speak for

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?!”

“Well, maybe not a friend, but I worked with him in his Kira investigation. I helped him get out of the hideout after it blew up. I was the one who first called you and you nearly hung up on me. How do you think he even got to that cave anyway, huh? You think he freakin’ skipped there?” I decided to stop there and let him come to a decision on his own. I watched as, like Mello, gears seemed to work in his head at an insane speed. “Listen, I can explain everything, and whether or not you believe me is up to you, but I can’t talk to you if you’re screeching like a goddamn lunatic. Understand?”

“Mmf!”

“Yes!”

“Alright. I’m going to let you go, but I want you to promise me that you won’t scream, okay?”

He nodded.

“Okay.” I released him and took a step back, whilst he bolted out of my arms and spun around, back pressed against the kitchen countertop and panting. We stared at each other like that for nearly thirty seconds before Matt finally spoke.

“What,” he breathed. “The fuck?”

I chuckled, pulling a chair from the table and sitting down.

“You may wanna take a seat. It’s a long, complicated story.” He did so, producing a cigarette from his back pocket and lighting up, which almost immediately relaxed him. “First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Alixandria, but you may call me Alix if you’d like. I am a shinigami, or ‘Death God’, if you prefer the English term.”

“Alright, Alix the Shinigami. My name’s Matt.”

“I already know that.”

“So, would you mind telling me just what the flying fuck is going on here?”

I smiled beneath my scarf and told him everything.

To his credit, Matt handled the news better than I had hoped, nodding in understanding as I explained the rules of the Death Note and how it had ended up in the human world.

“Here.” I held the notebook out to him. “You can look at it if you want, but you must not let it touch the table.”

He took it and flipped through the pages, reading the rules Ryuk had scribbled in the front cover. He then handed it back to me without a word and I continued with the story. He didn’t ask many questions, soaking in the information I gave him. By the time I’d finished, the sun had almost set.

“But why?” he asked after I was done. “Why stay behind and help? You’ve already got your Death Note.”

“Eh, I’ve got nothin’ better to do.”

“Jeez, just how boring is the Shinigami Realm?”

“Unbelievably so.”

“Okay, so…we got killer notebooks, gods of death, and a burned Mafioso passed out in my bedroom. Anything else I should know about?”

“No, I think that’s about everything. I’m sure this is a lot to process, and I would not be offended in the slightest if you wanted some time to yourself.”

“Nah, nah, you’re good. I’m gonna go check on Mello really quick.”

“Okay.” Once he was back, I asked how he was.

“Still out cold. I doped him up with a shit-load of pain-killers, so it might be a while before he wakes up.” I could tell by the look on his face that he was worried and saddened by the state his friend was in.

“If it’s any consolation, I really am sorry about all this.”

“Appreciated.” Matt sighed, taking out a small rectangular device and flipping it open, sounds soon emerging from the machine. Curious, I stood up and peeked over his shoulder as a familiar logo flashed on the top screen.

“What’s that?”

“This? It’s a Nintendo 3DS XL.” Upon seeing my look of confusion, Matt elaborated. “You play games on it.”

That’s right, I think I had something similar to this…Wasn’t nearly as high-tech though.

“May I watch?”

“Uh…” He stared at me for a few seconds with a weird look on his face. “Sure.”

For a few minutes, I observed the game as Matt played it.

Yes…Yes, I remember this. I had one of these games. It was my favorite.

A yellow creature suddenly appeared on the screen.

“Pikachu!” it squeaked.

“Pikachu!” I mimicked.

Matt’s head spun around so fast, I thought for sure that he was going to break his neck.

“What the Hell was that?!”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to distract-”

“That was amazing!” His face lit up with childlike wonder. “How did you do that?”

“I just sorta…did.” I shrugged.

“Can you do it again?” He was practically bouncing in excitement, and I couldn’t help but think it a little cute.

“Okay. Pikachu!”

Matt nearly screamed.

“That is so cool!”

“Thanks.” No one had ever called my imitating ‘amazing’ or ‘so cool’ before. I was actually rather flattered. “I can do other Pokémon too.”

“Really?! That would be-!” Then it dawned on him. “Hang on…How do you know about Pokémon?”

Oops. Almost forgot.

“There’s…something else you should know.”

“What is it?”

“Before I tell you, would you mind if I asked you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Have you ever heard of a guy named Beyond Birthday?”

Alternate Title for this chapter: Blown Eviscerated Puppy

Pokémon and Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah belong to their respective owner(s), and not me. So please, no suing.

#death note #fanfiction #my work #righteous side of hell

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