#im not even surprised that tap predicted something

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@somerandomdudelmao *giggles

[literaila]

kid megumi and gojo definitely took bubble baths together while megumi washes his hair and satoru's just yapping about how much he loves reader

“megumi,” gojo says, not even bothering to knock on the door.

it’s the boys fault, really, for leaving it open in the first place.

megumi stills, brows furrowing as his hands stop foaming the soap in his hair. “gojo?” he asks, a bit disbelieving.

he might be going crazy—it’s not uncommon for sorcerers. and megumi barely thought he would make it to fourteen and here he is, so. he should probably tell someone about the hallucinations but—

“you got it,” gojo answers, predictably, sitting on the toilet seat. “i need to talk to you.”

megumi peaks his head around the shower curtain slowly, blinking a few times to make sure the man is really there.

but he is, grinning at the tiny bit of megumi he can see, tapping his fingers on his knees obnoxiously.

megumi points a hand towards the door. “this is an invasion of privacy.”

“megumi,” gojo gives him a bland look. “i’ve seen you naked.”

“that’s creepy.”

gojo sighs, hanging his head. “we’ve known each other for so long now, and you still don’t trust me.”

“you still haven’t given me a reason to. can’t this wait? or not happen? i don’t want to talk to you.”

yes, megumi is still hanging halfway out of the shower. yes, his hair is dripping water on the floor. no, he does not care—it’s gojo’s house anyway. he can fix the ruined floorboards.

“it’s about your mother.”

at that megumi blinks. “what’d you do?“

“i didn’t do anything.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i’m sure,” gojo scoffs, reaching out to pull his ear—which megumi expertly deflects (he almost slips and dies in the process). “am i crying on the floor right now?”

megumi considers it. then he recalls the last time you and gojo had a fight. he had to check gojo’s pulse every time he walked past the couch.

“good point. what is it?”

“as you know, her birthday is coming up—“

“are you serious?”

“megumi.” gojo’s eyes are dubious, his voice is disapproving. “your mothers birthday is very important.”

megumi rolls his eyes. “i know. i mean, are you seriously asking me about this right now? im in the shower. there’s shampoo in my hair.”

gojo nods very seriously. “it’s the only place she won’t hear.”

“she’s not even home.”

“she’s hidden cameras, megumi, i know it.”

“no she hasn’t.”

gojo pouts. “i want it to be a surprise. she always finds out about her gifts before i can give them to her.”

“that’s because you tell her.”

“the suspense is too much. i need you to buy her something for me and hide it so i don’t know what it is.”

he sounds absolutely serious, which might be the worst part of that request, actually.

and when has megumi ever done gojo a favor?

“gojo,” megumi gives him a little smirk, tilting his head. “i’m not doing that.”

gojo groans, falling onto the floor. “c’mon, megumi, we’re supposed to be friends.”

“you’re my teacher, if anything.”

“and your father,” he juts his chin, “favoritism is not cute.”

“good.”

megumi finally turns around. gojo was never going to leave, even if he’d attempted to tackle him out of the door.

and he’s used to this, anyway. there hasn’t been a day in seven years that he’s gotten some peace.

“okay,” gojo begins again, sounding like he’s won—which he hasn’t. “i was thinking some jewelry, but you know how picky she is. and besides, she’s too rough for something small. tsumiki is already getting her that chibi mug we saw in that corner store last weekend, and whatever you’re getting is off of the table too.”

“i’m not listening to this.”

“i could take her out to dinner, but that’s not a gift. and i do that anyway. maybe i should buy her a car—what kind do you think she’d like? something blue, like my eyes—“

megumi groans.

gojo pauses. “did you get soap in your eye?”

honestly, banging his head against the wall might be better than this. at least they have pain killers at the hospital.

megumi doesnt answer, no longer entertaining this, but gojo continues anyway.

“maybe we should re-do the bathroom, you know how she’s always saying that—“

god, when will it end?

[aliidarling]

Hi im really new to this danny Johnson fandom but i really love your fic.

Can i request something for danny and fem s/o surviver who is cosplay his ghostface costume in the trial pls

hewo anon!! i tried my best :3 i may of written a lil too much..

kinktober; cosplaying ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

— nsfw content

summary; you’re spawned into trial wearing danny’s robe, a sick joke from the entity. danny finds this very amusing.

warnings; danny johnson, stabbing, violence, blood, dbd stuff, p in v, mean and nice danny, they’re kinda in a relationship, rubbing, pussy slapping, choking, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap before u tap) no beta read we die like danny victims

the entity was a sadistic creature, feeding off everyone’s misery and pain, growing more hungry day and night. it never had a soft spot for you, always humiliating you with embarrassing outfits while everyone else had normal ones.

some trials you’d spawn in your pajamas, others a bikini, once even your own undergarments. each time drew you closer to insanity, especially when a certain someone found it absolutely hilarious. you and danny weren’t friends, but he loved to treat you like a lover. he loved to tease you and tunnel you first out of the match or keep you for last to have fun when no one else was around.

you could never predicts his next move. kill you or fuck you?

this time, it was like the entity was throwing a big ‘fuck you’ to your face, because to your absolute horror, when you spawned into the match you were dressed in a familar robe and mask. it was a taunting punch in the face.

it wasn’t very funny to your fellow survivors either, considering meg burst out into a sprint at the sight of you and yui’s first reaction was to flashlight you. you hissed in discomfort at the bring flash to your eyes, waving your hands aggressively.

“hey, stop that! it’s me!” you groaned loudly, making yui freeze in surprise. she narrows her eyes at you, a scowl tugging at her lips at your little costume.

“what the fuck? why are you dressed like that freak?” she huffs, leaning closer to see your eyes through the masks peephole. from a distance, you really did look like danny, but from up close you’d be able to tell it was you from your height and smaller figure, as well as your long lashes peeping from the masks eyeholes.

“i told you, the entity hates me.” you whine dramatically, shaking your head and looking around for a sign of the killer. so far, silence. it was too quiet. you really hoped it wasn’t him, that would be even more humiliating. she snickers and pokes the robes fabric, humming in appreciation.

“it’s good fabric.” she comments.

“yeah, it smells like men’s cologne.” you grumble in annoyance, tugging the fabric. she shrugs before tugging you onto a generator.

a few minutes later, you hear a scream come from the forest surrounding the both of you. you cringe at the male voice, recognizing it as steve. poor boy always got tunneled out, mostly because of his annoying attitude. you remembered the fact danny hated steve so much for some odd reason. you shuddered at the thought of danny being the killer this round.

yui frowns at the scream and turns to you, just finishing the generator. your surroundings light up and you both know you only have a few seconds before the killer arrives looking for bloodshed.

“i’ll go get the save, you go get on another generator, that good with you?” she smiled, giving you a quick nod before rushing into the dark abyss around you two, leaving you alone.. in a stupid robe.

you sighed to yourself before starting to wander, your eyes glancing around frantically. you heard twigs crunching and the sound of the wind brushing against the leaves, an eerie atmosphere smothering you. the air was foggy, not letting you see too far infront of you. you hated red forest, with its stupid rain and the mud sticking to your soles.

you shiver as another twig snaps right behind you, making you flinch and let out a small yelp. you look over your shoulder, frowning at the silence that follows.

a sudden feeling of exposure stabs you, making you gasp and look around frantically. you were exposed, you had gotten stalked, that meant—

“are you cosplaying me, doll?” a voice sneers at you from behind, startling you. you yelp as a knife barely misses your gut, sending your body tumbling into the grass. you quickly get back onto your feet, gawking under your plastic mask at his tall figure that looked over you. he was wearing his usual tactical costume, the white shriek tilting its head at you mockingly, blood splattered all over his armor.

“danny,” you gasp for air, quickly patting some dirt off the costume. he snickers lowly, stepping forward slowly. “i knew you had a crush on me, but cosplaying me? you’re so obsessed.” he laughs.

“don’t get ahead of yourself.” you scoff, looking around for a pallet or shack. this man always knew how to get on your nerves, but he also knew exactly how to make you submit to him. he knew your body better then you did, and you couldn’t help but crave him whenever you saw him.

“awww, but you look sooo cute~ what’s wrong? why’re you running? am i scaring you?” he coo’s, a big smirk on his devilishly handsome face underneath his mask. his body lunges towards you once again, missing by mere centimeters as you manage to maneuver around the slash.

“you psycho!” you shriek, breaking out into a sprint towards the nearest pallet. he rolls his eyes and sprints after you, his knife held up high. “you’re just realizing that?”

as you reach the pallet, you don’t get very far into looping before the sensation of a sharp blade being shoved deep into your back sends you stumbling into the mud, gasping for air and choking on your own blood. you whine in pain, feeling him scoop you up into his arms casually.

with other survivors he’d always throw them over his shoulder without any care, hand on their back, but with you he always held you like a little kid. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck as he squeezed your butt. you relaxed into his neck reluctantly as he carries you towards a hook.

“i’ll see you later, sweet pea.” he coos as he hooks you, a scream resonating from the bottom of your throat as the sharp metal slices through your shoulder. tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you watch him crouch down into a bush and rush off like the little cockroach he is. what a dick.

you eventually get saved by steve, before you witness him getting downed by danny and gutted on the floor. danny’s mori was always brutal and gut-wrenching to watch, especially the way he was always extra aggressive when it came to poor little steve.

more screams echo throughout red forest as you fiddle with the generator infront of you, the thick robe you wore lending you warmth from the rain. his stupid little get up was actually a little helpful.

yui’s scream is the last thing you hear before a lack of sound follows. a stillness of death, you quickly realize. you were the last one, which means hatch had spawned. you could hear the sound of the fog near by, luring you towards the gateway back to camp. you quickly jumped up from the generator and started walking into the trees, hugging yourself under the robe.

you were alone, and it never felt more terrifying. the thought of danny lingering nearby and looking for you sends goosebumps down your spine, a frown tugging at your lips. the sound of twigs snapping has your heart beat racing. you had to find hatch quick before—

you yelp loudly as you’re grabbed from behind, a large arm around your waist pushing you against his chest. your mask is ripped off your face and you gasp at the sudden fast action, your hair tangled from the rough handling. you blink in surprise as you’re met face to face with his mask, his hands crawling up your sides.

“c’mon.” he mutters, not giving you much of a choice before he picks you up like always and holds you close. you don’t fight back. you think danny was in a good mood from killing everyone else. you hesitantly hug him back as he carries you to the killer shack, relaxing slightly as you’re sheltered from the rain and the fog.

you don’t say a word as he pushes you down onto the wooden flooring, a small whimper leaving you as he presses his knee between your legs through your robe. you can’t see his expression through his mask but you can see his dark eyes looking you up and down hungrily, drinking in the sight of you in such a similar outfit.

“you look so god damn good.” he growls, pushing your shoulders back almost roughly. a small thud is heard as you lean your head back, an exhale slowly leaving you as his hands feel you up through the black fabric. his gloves are rough as they rub your waist and cup your breasts, gently massaging the supple skin, drawing a soft moan from you.

“didn’t seem like you thought that earlier.” you whispered, parting your thighs more to roll your hips into his knee, aching for touch against your sensitive lower body. a pout tugs at your lips as you remembered how mean he was, how he downed you without any care.

he snickers lowly at your pouty expression, bringing a hand from your breasts up to your face. he squished your cheeks together for a few seconds, relishing in how adorable you look, before raising his other hand off your breasts to tug his own mask off. his dark locks spill out, finally getting freed from the hood it’s been caged in.

“curse me for wanting to see my pretty girl covered in a little bit of blood, am i right?” he hums smoothly, leaning his head down to press his lips against yours, entangling you in a passionate kiss. his hands wrap around you, pulling you to press against him, a content moan coming from both of your mouths at the friction.

“shut up, you’re not funny.” you scoff softly against his lips, parting for a small inhale of oxygen. a trail of saliva connects to two of you before he smashes his lips against yours once again hungrily, not wanting to miss out on your taste.

“i think i’m gonna have you in this robe while i fuck you, sweetheart, i just don’t have the heart to pull it off. you look so,” he groans into the kiss, tugging at your hairs like a crazed man, grinding his hips against yours, “fucking,” he gasps, hands trailing down your body to slide under the felt fabric, “good.”

his hands find their way under your panties and start to rub tight circles onto your clit, making you gasp and moan into the kiss, trying to pull away for your over-due deserved air. he steals your gasps and moans, inhaling it into his mouth as he hungrily kisses you without an inch of hesitance.

“danny..” you whimper, finally pulling away from his lips to bury your face into his bloody robed-chest. the blood of your friends smother over your face, making your face scrunch up in momentary discomfort. the stench is metallic mixed in with his cheap cologne. it smells just like him.

his fingers are talented with the way they rub figure eights onto your sensitive bud, knowing exactly which direction and angle to do it from, how to make you cum so hard you see white. he knows every secret of your body and how to pleasure you, and he especially knows you like his hand around your throat.

“please, please,” you ramble, whimpering as his gloved-hand comes up to gently wrap around your throat, squeezing just the right amount of pressure to have you squealing under him. whining for more, your knees against your chest with your pussy throbbing for more.

“please just fuck me.” you sob, trying to grind your pussy against his hand. he pulls his fingers away from your clit for a split second, a split second too long— you whine at the loss of contact, before inhaling sharply when he suddenly delivers a harsh smack to your wet pussy.

“h-hey!” you shriek, jolting and letting out a high pitched moan, voice cracking. he scoffs and delivers two more smacks before returning his fingers to your clit, rubbing it just right, tightening his hold on your neck as well. your eyes roll back at the stimulation, almost drooling and squirming your feet weakly.

“don’t tell me what to do, got it?” he growls, giving you a harsh glare that has you clenching down on air. he could spit on your face and you’d moan for more, begging for a kiss.

“m’sorry, please, danny, need you.” you whimper pathetically under your breath, eyes fluttering close. your lashes lay flat against your puffy cheeks, face scrunched up into a tight expression of overwhelming pleasure. you were practically dripping, throbbing for his cock.

“yeah? is that so?” he laughs mockingly, noticing how you started to tense up. you were close, he already knew, with the way your brows furrow together and your lips parted subconsciously. he hums and pushes the thumb of his hand under your chin, raising your head higher while also squeezing your airways. “you wanna cum for me, sweet girl? gonna cover my gloves with your cum? soak the fabric?”

his taunting words only drive you further down that road, the destination being an orgasm. you nod dumbly, panting for air as the knot in your tummy tightens more and more, almost cramping your belly from how hard you needed it to snap.

a demeaning smile tugs at his lips as he watches you soundlessly beg to cum. he hums in feigned thought, rubbing hard, before suddenly parting when he knew you were about to unfold. he grins down at your shocked expression and sends once again, another harsh smack to your pussy.

“hey! ow— w-what the hell?” you gasp for air, sitting up weakly with your elbows, frowning up at him. your robe was lifted to above your knees, your legs parted infront of him with your pussy on display. clit swollen, pussy soaked, pouty expression… he loved rendering you so desperate.

he shrugs casually and presses another ‘sweet’ kiss to your lips, licking your lips before he parts. you whine and pull away, still grumbly after having your orgasm denied. his smile is devilish and you know he’s the devil, with red horns and a sinister (smelly) aura.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” he shushes, petting your hair and pressing little kisses to your face everywhere but your lips. you reluctantly nuzzle into the puppy affection, face scrunching up, hands going to gently tug him closer to you. his eyes glisten with satisfaction, before pushing you back onto your back and opening your legs.

“hold them for me, kay?” he coo’s, leading your hands to hold you knees against your chest. you nod without a word, your ankles in the air by your head as you hold yourself open for the love-sick psycho on top of you. one hand glides up and down your folds, collecting your slickness on his fingers, brushing against your sensitive clit barely.

his other hand undresses himself swiftly, eager to sink himself inside your warmth. he pulls his robe and armor, leaving him in tight briefs that hug his cock, the large bulge obvious. he was hard as a rock after edging you.

a small whimper leaves your throat as he rubs his thick tip against your wet hole, watching as it clenches down, begging for him to push in nice and deep. he coo’s softly at the sight, grinning at the lewd sight and how soaked you were for him.

“you want me in your little pussy, baby?” he mumbles, one hand rubbing his cock against you, the other keeping your robe bunched up above your waist. the sight of you in his robe with blood on your face and hands aroused him more then he thought was possible.

“yes please,” you cry desperately, trying to press your needy body against his in a pleading attempt for friction. he tuts, his hand going to rub your belly. “want me in here? warming up your lil’ belly with my big cock? yeah?” he laughs meanly.

you cry out softly as he slides his tip in, gasping in relief at the small sensation before frowning in shock as he immediately pulls back. his cocky expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you can’t say you’re too surprised. he was known for being a horrible tease, never letting you fully enjoy the experience.

“stop being mean, danny!” you whine, tugging at his dark hair, scowling up at him. he might just cum from your pretty face and tugs on his hair alone, like a pathetic teenage boy.

“ugh, such a party pooper.” he murmured, not giving you a moment to process his words before he fully sheathes himself into you, a deep growl coming from his throat as his cock is tightly squeezed. his hands claw at your sides, pulling you impossibly closing, grinding his hips into your soft body and trying to push deeper even if it wasn’t feasible.

your breath is knocked out of your lungs, clenching down hard as his cock bullies itself into your tight pussy. you whimper pathetically, feeling the burn as you melt into his body. even with the pain, the feeling of him sliding into you was always so euphoric. it brought a sense of relief and goosebumps, feeling him stretch you out so intensely.

“yeah? keep telling me about it.” he snickers in response to your panting and incoherent mumbles, nuzzling his nose into yours, offering a sense of platitude. he hums softly and rolls his hips into yours, not pulling out one bit, instead rubbing his cock into your walls deeply. your noises only drive him more motivated to ruin you.

after a few long minutes of him rutting into you like an animal in heat, he finally pulls out briefly before he slams back into you, making you cry out and tighten your hold him you. he huffs under his breath, digging his palms into your soft flesh, focusing his eyes on the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight hole over and over again.

the sight is erotic, you limp underneath him with your legs spread wide, his thick cock beating your pussy walls punching your cervix sore, blood in your hands with some saliva from messy kisses slathered on your lips and chin. your eyes are dazed as each thrust has your brain flying around in your little head, your body being pressed harder into the cold flooding underneath you.

“that feels good?” he rasps, slightly out of breath from the exercise, his hips not stopping for a single second. he was hell bent on using your pussy well. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper, groaning into your mouth at the more in-depth angle as he sloppily makes out with you.

little cries and whimpers are swallowed by him as he thrusts against you, battering your pussy with his cock, holding your body tightly and not letting you pull away. he pulls out before shoving each inch back in, his eyes rolling back at the tight sensation. the air is full of sweat and the room is scented with sex, the sound of squelching and slapping being the only thing audible. you were glad everyone else had been sacrificed, as screwed up as that is. it would be even more humiliating if someone walked in on danny using your pussy like a fleshlight.

“yessss,” you cry out desperately, little hands clawing at his neck to pull him in for another desperate kiss, the both of you moaning into each others mouth. it’s sloppy and brutal, his pace, your noises being swallowed by each other. all you can think about is how good it feels to have him inside you and shape your walls for him, to have him so close and squishing you into the ground.

he gasps sharply as your body begins to clamp down on him, brows furrowing in focus as he rams into you over and over again. he can recognize when you’re about to orgasm, he knows you well by now, he knows by the way you tighten and your face scrunches up in bliss. his hand swipes from your waist to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“c’mon, you wanna cum for me? wanna be a good little slut and squirt all over this cock? hurry the fuck up then,” he hisses lowly, stimulating your clit aggressively and making you weakly kick your legs, gasping for air at how overwhelmed you were. his other hand goes to grip your throat and squeeze at your air ways. your head goes numb and you feel drool come from your mouth and into your chin, lips parted dumbly as you lay there like a doll, being fucked hard.

“god, you’re so fucking dumb, laying there like a stupid rag doll.” he growls, squeezing your throat a few extra times before snapping his hips forward one last time, a deep groan escaping his throat as he feels your cum squirt around his cock and drip out of your hole. a creamy white ring forms around his cock as he lazily thrusts, admiring the messy sight, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.

after a few long minutes of him torturing you, he finally cums deep inside of you. he pulls you close and whimpers into your neck, clawing at your soft skin and rolling his hips into yours. your skin is doughy and feels like his favorite pillow as he hugs you tight, humming weakly into your skin as your mixed cum leaks out around his cock.

“how’re you feeling, doll?” he asks quietly, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. you offer a weak smile as he gives you a little peck, his hands going to wipe some stray tears before pulling away. he looks down at your used-pussy and smiles in pride, grinning.

“yeah, i messed her up realll bad, huh?” he chuckled, swiping a finger over your swollen hole and sensitive clit, giggling at how you jump. “so sensitive.” he mocks gently.

you nod weakly in response, too out of it to process his words fully. he coos and scoops you up, gently petting your hair and fixing your panties and robe, nuzzling his nose into yours.

“let’s find you hatch, kay?” he squishes your cheeks lovingly, smiling.

[smolcuriouskitten]

A soft yawn left the witches lips as she hums to herself, dancing along with the music playing in her apartment. She was planning to have Sheldon over for the day, happy to be home even after the long touring process. Even if they were both growing into this thing called a relationship, she had a good feeling about it despite how long its been.

They started talking 3 years ago and still havent had intimacy. She didnt mind it though, she hasnt had a good experience with a man in a very long time, so when Sheldon came along, she was genuinely surprised. She will admit for the first few dates and months of their relationship or growth with getting to know each other as he called it, she waited for something to drop.

Was he an asshole? A cheater? Abusive? Anything she experienced in the past? She remembers how confused he was with her flinching the first time he hugged her. The way he reacted, immediately apologizing and rambling about the scientific positive effects of hugs brought tears to her eyes. Its been history ever since.

She was happy to be with Sheldon, everything was normal and she didnt have to worry about much. Well, as normal can get with an intelligent man such as Sheldon. He was predictable though, his routine never changed and he was just himself. Hell, she was making him his favorite and he was coming over to watch the Star Trek movie series with her, what could go wrong?

Hearing those 3 knocks and her name being called, she plates the food and answers the door with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi my love! How have you-"

"You are in BIG trouble."

A pause. A few blinks. Sheldon's face was curled up in a way of fury and Rockelle could only look at him confused.

"Did I mess with your spot crease again? I dont rememeber-"

"My comic books."

"Oh yeah! I picked one up the other day because Kimchi was trying to mess with it. What about it?"

"Rockelle."

Now Sheldon was mild mannered, sarcastic most days. Angry and Sheldon were not words you would associate with each other, so this was surprising. Her look of confusion was turned to a look of concern.

"I...Im sorry, I know Kimchi isnt supposed to be in your room, let alone me but-"

"So your dog was in my room, invading my space, AND frolicking in my comic books?! I knew something felt off with my Flash issue 73! There...There were finger prints and even toothmarks on my book! Ms. Simmonds, you are in need of a proper penalty, this is unacceptable!" He fusses and Rockelle looks around the room confused.

Did someone switch Sheldon when she wasnt looking? Shes never seen him so angry before. She knew she wasnt supposed to go in his room and she felt horrible knowing Kimchi invaded his space as well. "Im sorry dear...I was napping in your room and Kimchi wanted to join me. I should have brought him home, Im so sorry."

Sheldon's eyes softened when looking at her, letting out a sigh. "I suppose its fine. Just dont let him....in my room again. I can get another issue of that, at least he wasnt in one of my 'mint' stashes of books." He replied then she steps closer, opening her arms. "Can....can we hug it out or is that a part of the punishment?" Rockelle asks with her bottom lip poked out, pouting at him.

He looked offended, making a face at her. "Why no, of course not. I actually enjoy your touch, I wont deprive myself of that, even if I am upset." He answers, letting out a small puff of air as she rushes to hug him, murmuring little apologies as she held onto his shirt tightly. "Hey hey hey. Its okay. I just...I prefer my stuff not to be bothered in ways I dont like. Not to mention, you touched my comics without the designated gloves and I hate seeing finger prints on Harry Allen's face." He said, holding her close, rubbing her back.

"You arent mad at me?" She asks, looking up at him with a head tilt. "I cant stay mad at you. Even if my comic book smells like dog drool." She gently taps his face and pouts. "Hey. If you like, during this punishment, you take out your anger on me." She responds and Sheldon raises a brow. "Isnt that...abbrasive? I mean, anger is subjective, what if my anger is too much for you to handle? What about if I use my disappointment to fuel this instead?" He asks then she chuckles and nods.

"If it helps you. Speaking of which, what is this punishment?" She asks, tapping her chin. "Am I not allowed to watch something? Do something? The suspense is killing me." She whines and Sheldon shakes his head. "No no, that's a bit much. I think we should take it old school, thats always best." He said, leading her to the couch and having a seat.

"Old school...Old school..." Rockelle repeats, trying to think of a punishment that wasnt considered to be absurd or abusive by todays standards. "I dont have frozen peas if we are going that old school." She responds then Sheldon looks at her confused. "I am not going to make you eat frozen peas, thats cruel and unusual punishment. Not to mention it would feel like trying to chew jawbreakers." He answers then she returns the confused gaze before she shakes her head, gently holding his hand. "Well, if it isnt that, what are you thinking?"

"I am going to spank you." Sheldon responded blanky and she almost choked on air. "E-excuse me?" She responds and she turns red in the face. "Spank you. Its an old school punishment which a person must lay over the others knees and-" Sheldon explains before Rockelle interrupts. "No no, I know what it is, I just didnt expect that. O-okay." She squeaks, moving to lay over his knees.

"Are you comfortable with that? I can come up with something else, reading Geology since I cant tolerate it sounds like a nice idea as well." He responds and she shakes her head. "No no, this is okay. I...I been a bad girl and I need to be punished." She murmurs, closing her eyes as she prepared for the first hit. "Good choice, I would rather not touch that disgusting thing." He shudders as he lifts his hand for the smack.

*SMACK*

She yelped at the impact, covering her mouth. She was feeling something she never felt before and damn did it feel good. This wasnt painful, his hits didnt feel harsh...how did he manage to be so gentle despite doing something so lewd? As her mind raced with many thoughts, it quieted down with the next impact.

*SMACK*

Now this time instead of a yelp, she giggles at the hit, moving her hips. "Again please." She says and Sheldon raises a brow. "You arent supposed to be enjoying a penalty." He scolds and she bites her lip. "Oh no, I am so sorry, this is the way I cope with punishments. Maybe you should do it harder to teach me a lesson." She chirps, her tone sarcastic and Sheldon shrugs. "If it makes you enjoy this less, I will do it harder." His hand raised again.

*SMACK SMACK*

Another giggle left her lips as she felt his hand come down, a lustful smile on her lips. Oh she could get used to this.

"Count them for me, I want to make sure I dont go over 20."

"Yes daddy."

"What?!"

"What?"

@sheldoney @unsheldony

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

I have a request for a smut for Mitch Rapp and a fem!reader: basically enemies to lovers. They (think they) hate each other but in reality they just REALLY wanna shag each other (Stan kinda suspects it). The seggssual tension between them grew to the point where neither can take it anymore and they shag! That's it for the plot. Feel free to make it the filthiest piece of filth that has ever seen the filth of day. They can punch the other, kick the other, pull the others hair! I am a okay with either of them getting staped. Biting and scratching are on the table. They can use fire... I hope you can turn this to a smut for me. I really enjoy reading your smuts!

also:

pairing: mitch rapp x fem!reader

warnings: smut → seggsual tension that can be cut with a knife, oral (male receiving), degrading kink, rough penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahh omg i love the b9-9 reference!!

+ i've added this other request here too bc they had the same vibe to it - hope that's okay anon!

++ also [y/l/n] means your last name (but i think we've all read fanfics long enough to know that lmao)

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requests for the sleepover are open🖤!

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taking in Mitch’s attire for the first time that night, it was apparent to you that Mitch was quite the attractive man.

But Mitch rapp was anything but attractive. He was repulsive. Rude. Had nearly gotten you killed so many times on a mission due to his inability to stick to plans, especially if they were made by you.

His tie hangs lose around the white collared button down shirt. His blazer thrown onto the couch that he planned to sleep on. Stan suggested that you share a room, never knowing nor predicting when the bad guys could attack. It was better, and safer, for the two of you to stay together.

Slipping the tie from around his neck, he throws it to wear his blazer lays, his eyes darting up to you. You, sitting cross-legged on the bed, quickly averted eye contact. You hear a slight huff of amusement coming from him, which only makes you roll your eyes. God, what you would do to share a room with literally anyone but him.

Your pj shirt hung low on your chest - almost a little bit too low. Mitch, for only a second, glances at your cleavage. His mind wanders into places he’s never really though that hard about before. He wanders what it would be like to suck those perfect tits of yours. If it wasn’t for the tv, he would’ve made an awkward coughing sound to release some of the built up tension in the room. You can feel the tension too. Building and building. The room getting hotter with each breath you took. You stand from the bed, going over to the small tea station to turn on the kettle.

“Want some tea?” You ask, not daring to look at him. For some unknown reason, you’re afraid to.

“sit.” He demands, his eyes glaring into you with such intensity. You return the glare, clenching your jaw as he nods to the bed.

“Why?”

“We need to talk about what happened today-"

“We have nothing to talk about. You did your usual shit and I did mine.”

“Don’t speak to me like that.”

“Like what? At least I’m not the one trying to get us all killed,” you spat, folding your arms over your chest. Mitch stalks over to you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Say that again. I dare you,” his voice is so low, you’re not sure if it scares you or turns you on.

“You always try to get us killed. That’s why your plans never work." you try so hard not to falter your voice, but he’s making it so difficult when he’s standing in front of you, with such a dominant demeanour, you thought you might as well submit to him now. He knocks your legs apart with his knee.

“Same could be said about you. Just remember that,” he growls in your ear. Without thinking, you grab him by the collar and thrash him down on the bed beside you. You stable him, pinning his wrists beside his head.

“Now, miss feisty. Might want to save your energy for tomorrow,” he chuckles, not even the least surprised that you’ve just done that.

“Don’t patronise me, rapp. You’re lucky I don’t just kill you now,” you purr in his ear, feeling his hips knock against yours. The feeling of his hardening cock poking at your thigh is something you’d never thought you’d ever get to experience with him.

Mitch flips you over, you know the grip on your wrist is going to bruise. "don't forget that i'm just as capable, darling."

roughly, he pushes off you, unzipping the pants of his suit. His jaw clenched, skin so hot and heated you can see the veins protruding through his hands.

"suck." he demands through gritted teeth. Your jaw drops as you just stare at him. he couldn't be serious? His eyebrows raise in anticipation - the same look he gives our targets when they try and plead their case to let them live.

You sigh, pushing yourself off the bed and onto the floor. Your hand pumps his cock up and down slowly, wanting to test the waters a little bit - or so you told yourself.

"[y/n], dont." he spits out, roughly gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Without needing to be told twice, you take him in your mouth, gagging as he thrusts into your mouth. he couldn't even for a second let you be in control. typical man.

You bob your head faster, moaning around him at the tight grip he still has in your hair.

"you like when im rough with you, huh? you dirty little slut." His jaw clenches as you clasp your hand around his wrist. "get up."

you do as you're told, and stand on your feet. Roughly and hasty, he practically rips your pjs off before pushing you on the bed.

"don't make me get the tie, [y/l/n]," he smirks as he hovers over you. You gulp and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a rough kiss. He may be on top, but you can still be in charge.

HIs hand snakes down between your bodies, teasing and toying at your clit. He pinches it gently, clenching his jaw to restrain a dark laugh as you breathe heavily against him, not wanting to make a sound. you were not about to give him that satisfaction.

his calloused fingertips circle heavenly around your clit. He wants you to at least let out one moan, and he was going to make you do it - whatever it takes.

He leans back, eyes burning into your soul as he watches you. You bite your tongue from within your mouth, restraining every ounce of your body to not contort in pleasure.

"i could make this easy for you, you know. you're choice," he arches an eyebrow in amusement, his finger slipping into your entrance with such ease.

"oh please," you scoff, rolling your eyes in annoyance - although you're sure it was from the pleasure rather than his haughtiness.

"fine," he practically rips his hand away, you bottom lip immediately receding into your teeth to control the whines that wanted to come out. He wasted no time in lining himself up at your entrance. You look at him with pleading eyes, to which he catches before he slides in.

His thrusts are slow at first, wanting to tease you as much as possible.

"oh come on. even i can do better than that," you challenge, pushing him off before straddling his hips. You sink down on him, his hands on your ass. He kneads them before slapping hard as you bottom out. An unexpected yelp slips from you, followed a dark chuckle comes from him.

You bounce roughly on him, leaning back on your hands as they rest on his thighs. His hands trail all over your body, wanting to explore very inch possible. He'd never admit it, to himself or especially you, but he's always wanted to do this. So of course, he's not wasting any opportunity. as far as you've both silently agreed, this is a one time thing.

Mitch slaps your breast, causing another yelp to escape from your swollen and desperate lips. You sink all the way down on his cock until he's completely inside you, before gyrating your hips. Both of you moan loudly, the pleasure feeling all too right to not let out a sound.

Roughly, mitch picks you up and places you on the bed next to him before he holds your legs up to his chest. He thrusts into you and fucks you hard - slow, but hard.

"fuck, oh my god," you give in to the pleasure, his cock feeling all too good not to.

"see, that wasn't so hard was it?" Mitch's malicious teasing causes you to roll your eyes but once again let out a moan. the wall takes it from the bedframe, thumping intensively with each hard thrust of his hips. Both of you couldn't control your moans, and it was only a matter of time before the next door guests came knocking on the door to complain.

The two of you are close - much closer than either of you liked to be. Mitch knew it too, from the way you clenched around his cock, you moans becoming louder and more high-pitched. He spreads your legs apart, which you gracelessly wrapped around his waist to draw him in closer. His hand, once again slips between you both and rubs your clit in circles.

"mitch..." you breathe, scratching your nails mercilessly down his back.

"let it go, babygirl," he grunts before leaning down towards you ear. "at least i'll have the satisfaction of making you cum."

"don't get too cocky now. I'm still not finished with you yet."

[tricks-tickles]

You Laugh, You Lose

Ever since Ranboo had moved into the SBI House he had gotten used to his flatmates dropping in every now and then during his streams. He had even done it himself, though only to Technoblade (for obvious reasons). When he had mentioned over breakfast that he planned to do a 'You Laugh, You Lose' Techno and Phil offered to sit in, given that sometimes they could get a little boring, what with chat's sense of humour. 

So there he was, sitting comfortably in his unicorn chair, Phil and Techno having dragged two chairs up from the dining room and were now positioned on either side of him. He was mid-stream when they reached a lull in the videos. Gathering supplies for a build wasn't the most interesting and his mind was starting to wonder, as predicted. He could see it in his companions that they were feeling it too. Techno tutted, 

"C'mon chat, step up your game or Ranboo will never start gigglin'." 

He flushed a small bit, Techno's choice of words making his traitorous brain conjure up other ways he could be giggling. Of all the times to fall into a lee mood, now was less than ideal. He couldn't help but imagine teasy words and fingers on his.. wherever he was ticklish. It had been so long since he had been tickled he could barely remember it. 

Chat remained unimpressive, lots of 'loud = funny' style videos which were definitely not his sense of humour. Unbeknownst to him, there was a silent conversation of looks and actions going on behind him. When a vaguely amusing video popped up he exhaled through his nose but fell into giggles as it ended. However, the video wasn't what got him laughing. It was Techno's fingers poking his ribs, making him squirm into Phil, who smirked,

"Dude, that wasn't even funny." He said, his tone teasing. Ranboo grumbled under his breath as he removed a life, leaving him with two left. Internally, he was screaming. Was Techno psychic? And more importantly, how could he maximize his chances of more tickles without alerting chat. However, it became quickly apparent that he wouldn’t have to do much, as Phil had taken to periodically poking his side, making him wiggle in his chair. 

His next bout of proper tickles came a minute or two later, at a video he would’ve already laughed at, though it seemed that his flatmates weren’t satisfied with his small chuckle, as he was thrown into surprised cackles at two hands on each of his sides, ten fingers wiggling into the apparently sensitive skin. He fought against the urge to say something. Instead he slid down his chair, cut off from his end destination (the floor) by Phil and Techno hauling him up by his underarms. 

“I told you chat, as soon as he starts he can’t stop.” Techno said with a self satisfied smirk. Ranboo glared back, choking on a squeak when his ribs were prodded. 

It seemed Techno's theory was accurate, as it was now much harder to keep his laughter at bay. In fact, not 15 minutes later he lost the challenge, making it his shortest ‘YLYL’ yet. He quickly ended the stream, as per the rules of the game, and turned to Techno.

"What the hell was that? You lost me the challenge!" He complained, not actually angry.

"Well uh, actually, you lost that last one by yourself." Techno said in his mock nerd voice.

"Yeah," Phil added, "Plus, it could have been much worse." 

Ranboo internally cheered, the shot was all lined up, now all he had to do was:

"Oh yeah? How?" Techno and Phil shared a glance, then Techno stood up and behind the chair in one fluid motion. Ranboo craned his neck to watch his but was brought back by Phil's sneaky fingers prodding at his ribs. He tried to bat his hands away but Techno grabbed his wrists, holding them hostage above his head with one hand.

"Like this." He said with a smirk, then dug into his underarm. Ranboo squeaked, weakly tugging on his arms in a mock attempt to get away. When Techno's attack became more coordinated, zeroing on his hollow, he tried to pull his legs up but was bested by Phil, who spun his chair till he was facing him and held them down with his elbows, using his hands to scratch at his sides. This made him cackle, he had no idea he was so ticklish. Techno apparently got bored of his armpit and he moved up to flutter his fingers against his neck, making his laugh go squeaky.

“Aw, Ranboo, who knew you could go so high pitched?” Techno teased in a low voice, making him shiver amongst his cackles.

“Dohohon’t teEAHSehse.” He said, squealing when Phil’s fingers began to inch closer to his stomach. 

“Why not?” Techno asked, moving to whisper in his ears. “Does it tickle more when I point out how ticklish you are?” Ranboo nodded frantically, the word making tingles erupt in his stomach. They slowed for a second, Phil tracing shapes on his sides while Techno scratched under his chin. While Ranboo caught his breath he sunk into the chair, caught up in the bliss of gentle tickles.

“Aw Ranboo, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you like this.” Phil said innocently, making him go bright red. He tried to hide his face as Phil got a knowing look on his face.

“Wait, do you like this?” He said, right as Techno begun to dig into his ribs. Any coherent thoughts were swallowed by an onslaught of giggles. 

“Uhuhm nhoho?” He said softly, trying not to act too desperate.

“Really? Cause you don’t seem too sure.” Phil pried, moving his fingers closer to his stomach where he involuntarily arched his back. Then, the fingers disappeared. He glanced down, then up at Phil, confused. Then Techno stopped too, causing him to hold in a whine. 

“Tell you what, if you really don’t like it, we’ll stop, and we won’t do it again.” That made his gut sink, he had no idea Phil could be so cruel.

“But if you do like it, then tell us and we’ll keep going.” Shit. Shit shit shit. His face burned as Techno let go of his arms, making him immediately hide his face. He mustered up all his courage and nodded.

“Use your words, mate.” Everybody who said Techno was the scary one was so, so wrong. 

“I-I um, I might, you know, like it? A little bit? Or a lot?” He mumbled out from behind his hands. Phil gently guided his hands away from his face, softly holding them in his lap. That, with Techno’s hands resting on his shoulders made him a little drunk of how loved he felt.

“Cute. So, where do you want us to go next?” Techno said, giving his shoulders a small squeeze. Ranboo thought about it for a second, then gestured towards his stomach, bringing his hands back up to hide his face. As Phil’s fingers began to tap there Techno took his hands and held them up at either side of his face, making it hard for him to hide. He liked it a little better than his wrists being held up, it was more comforting somehow. Then Phil’s fingers switched from tapping to scribbling along his stomach and wow okay, he had no idea he could be so ticklish. He squealed, his back arching and he tried to wheel his chair away but was stopped by Techno, who squeezed his hands and resumed his teasy whispers.

“Is someone’s tummy a little too ticklish?” He said, the smirk evident in his voice.

���YEAHEHES! PHIHIHIL IHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAHD.” Phil hummed in apparent agreement, sliding his fingers under Ranboo’s shirt, which had ridden up in his frantic squirming. He cackled, loving every second but starting to reach his limit as his laugh grew wheezy. Phil sensed it, slowing a little bit. 

“Okay, one last thing, Ranboo, do you like raspberries?” 

“RahahaspbehehehERRIHIES?” He squealed as Phil blew a large raspberry right on the center of his stomach, then burst into cackles when he blew another while scratching his sides.

“PHIIHIHIL, STOP STOHOP STOPSTOPSTOP.” Phil stopped immediately, pulling down his t-shirt while Techno realised his hands. He rubbed his stomach as bubbly giggles spilled from his lips, raspberries on his worst (?) spot were a little much for his first time in god knows how long. As Phil left to go get him water and Techno rubbed his shoulders comfortingly he checked twitter, scrolling through his indirects. One in particular caught his eye.

cupid <3

@cupidwastaken_

is it just me or did ranboo sound like phil n techno were tking him during the ylyl?? im not crazy right

His face burned as he turned off his phone and slid all the way onto the floor, making Techno cackle behind him.

[wondernimbus]

stressful times — fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

request #1: Can I request soft Fred Weasley comforting his girlfriend when she’s not feeling well/on her period and falling behind in classes/ homework? Pretty please 🥺

request #2: Can you write a Fred x reader where the reader is on her period while at Hogwarts during a time when a lot of tests are happening and she needs to be studying but isn’t and Fred notices cause usually she’s like Hermione and always does homework/studies and he figures out why she isn’t and helps her feel better? 

a/n: THIS IS WAY OVERDUE IM SORRY but i decided to combine these 2 reqs bc they were pretty similar !! 

[Y/N] is stressed.

School has never been a piece of cake for anyone—not even for Hermione Granger, who is one of the brightest people at Hogwarts, and certainly not for her, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Chasers, and on top of that, a prefect currently studying for her N.E.W.Ts.

Wood expects her to practice out by the Quidditch pitch every free period in preparation for the upcoming match against Hufflepuff. This goes for every member of the team—even the ones who, like [Y/N], are studying for the so-called "big exams". And despite [Y/N] wanting to do well in her tests, she also doesn't want to lose her position in the Quidditch team—so she goes to the practice sessions, anyway, even if it's at the cost of her sleep.

That—coupled with her prefect duties and schoolwork—is wearing her out. So far she has managed to miraculously plow through, but when that time of the month comes and she can barely even bring herself to get out of bed, [Y/N] begins to wonder whether giving up would be a better option.

She could do it. Drop everything and lay in bed all day for the next week or so with a bag of chocolates at her side and pillows cushioning her entire body.

She could—technically, anything in the world is possible—but she shouldn’t, because she has obligations. Prefect tasks; patrolling the corridors and making sure no first-years go astray in the Forbidden Forest (it already happened once—she's not going to let it happen again), N.E.W.T. revisions, homework, Quidditch practice, homework, and then even more homework—

The very moment she wakes up and feels the pain in her lower abdomen, she knows she is done for. She only barely drags herself out of bed and trudges to her classes the entire day feeling like pure and utter dung. Her entire body is sore and her entire mood cranky, but that hardly matters because she has homework to do. And classes to go to. And Quidditch practice and patrolling and studying and Merlin-knows-what-else.

The sourness of her mood doesn't go amiss by any of her friends, and certainly not by her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, who automatically just knows when something is out of the ordinary with her. And while her friends decide to leave her alone after noting her less than pleasant mood, Fred does quite the opposite.

Which is, of course, no different from what he does everyday: stick by her side like glue. And while they'd been best friends for a while, it's only been a few months since Fred finally sucked up the courage to ask her out. So naturally Fred has very little experience with, ah, women’s dilemmas.

To put it simply, he doesn't know how to deal with a girl on her bloody (no pun intended) period. For the love of Merlin, he can't even tell.

So he's a little surprised and his feelings are a teeny bit hurt when he nudges her in the middle of Charms class and whispers, "Was that an earthquake? Or did you just rock my world?" only for her to shake her head without even as much as looking at him.

And so Fred's thought process goes like this: he's done something terribly wrong. He doesn't know what, but he must have, and now he has to make up for it—whatever it is.

First, though, he has to figure out what.

—

It's midnight. [Y/N] doesn't know how on earth she managed to get through the entire day without passing out, but she did and now here she is in the nearly empty common room, sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace with several sheets of parchment and open textbooks splayed out before her.

Jotting down History of Magic notes, her face is scrunched up in the utmost concentration. Fred watches her from where he's sitting on the couch, pouting a little.

"Don't you think you should be resting by now?" tries Fred, the concern in his voice audible as his gaze darts from her to her homework.

She doesn't respond. Fred sighs and gets up off the couch to sit down next to her on the ground. But even then, she doesn't look up from her homework, so Fred takes matters into his own hands and reaches out with his hand to gently cup her cheek, trying to tilt her head towards him.

"Not now, Fred.." she mutters, leaning away from him a little to keep writing. His hand hovers in mid-air, fingers now just barely brushing her face as she's moved away. "I have to.. finish this.."

Her tongue is poking out in concentration as she almost feverishly moves her quill over paper. Fred tries not to feel too dejected and lets her be, waiting until she's broken out of her trance enough to grab her attention again. In the meantime, he props his elbows on his knees, the pout on his lips very much evident as he watches her work. He still doesn't know why she's been acting so distant, and no matter how much he tries to mull things over in his brain, he still doesn't know why exactly she's angry at him. Or if she even is angry.

Was his pick-up line really that bad? Could it maybe be because he'd kept trying to play with her hair in potions class the other day? Or is it because of what he did last week, when he’d talked McGonagall’s ear off about how wonderful a girlfriend he had? Maybe Fred should've been a bit more considerate—[Y/N] has always been a teacher's pet, after all, and he knows that the teachers themselves were surprised when they found out that she was dating him, one-half of the devious Weasley twins who had six O.W.L.s combined..

[Y/N]'s hand stills, and for a moment Fred thinks she's finally finished her homework, but her shoulders have bowed a little and her eyes have closed. The effect this image has on Fred is instantaneous: the pout on his lips is replaced quickly by a fond smile as he lets out a quick breath of slightly dubious laughter and moves to gently tap her on the shoulder.

Slowly, slowly, her eyes blink open.

Another tiny laugh. "You fell asleep for a second there, love," says Fred softly, hand moving to touch her hair, and he's so bloody endeared by her it hurts. Voice a mere mumble like he’s afraid of speaking too loud, he says, "Reckon we should turn in for the night, yeah? You and me both."

There's silence as she exhales, leaning into his touch almost unconsciously as her eyes close and her shoulders slump. "I'm really tired," she tells him quietly, nose wrinkling a little as her mouth stretches open in a yawn. (Good grief, Fred's heart aches.) He scoots forward a little into her, gathering her into his lap where she almost automatically curls up, head on his shoulder and her lips just barely grazing the side of his neck.

Fred can't even remember what he'd been agonizing over just moments before. All his fluttering heart cares about at the moment is his sleepy girlfriend, who's shifting a little in his lap to get herself more comfortable, mumbling something inaudible in her half-asleep state. He has to physically suppress himself from throwing his head back and laughing out loud, because something about the situation he's in is making him feel oddly euphoric. He only has to think about if for a few moments before he realizes why: it's because of how adorable she's being. And Fred’s heart might be melting in his chest—should he be concerned?

"I'm gonna carry you up to your dorm, okay?" says Fred, tone just loud enough to make himself heard but quiet and soft enough so as to not jar her awake. He feels her nod a little against his shoulder. Carefully, he gets to his feet, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back the way a groom would carry his bride. (The thought crosses Fred's head very briefly and just like that he's smiling goofily to himself.)

And the moment is romantic and intimate in a quiet, calming way, until Fred makes the big mistake of murmuring, "I'll fix up your homework and bring it to you so you can work on it tomorrow" and [Y/N] quite literally freezes in his arms. Her entire body goes rigid.

"Homework. Oh, crap." Fully awake now, she lifts her head off of his shoulder, looks back at her pile of homework still on the ground, and then, her panicked eyes meeting his, she says, "Oh, no. No. I can't—I've got to get it done now, Fred."

An incredulous sound tumbles past his lips. "I could've sworn you were asleep two seconds ago.”

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds before peeling them open again. Fred notes that the bags under them look even more pronounced up close; something that has him frowning at her. “Put me down, please? I really have to get that essay done."

He huffs, shakes his head, and starts walking towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory. "What—" [Y/N] yelps, looking up at him with an expression that suggests he’s admitted to strangling a rabbit. "Fred, I said put me down—"

"And let you work yourself to death? No can do, love." Fred looks down at her, lips pressed together in a sorry smile as he shakes his head. He lifts his gaze back away from her as he begins climbing up the steps, trying not to jostle [Y/N] too much in his arms. His tone sing-song, he says, “You need to rest. The essay can wait."

[Y/N] opens her mouth to predictably retaliate, but Fred stops halfway up the staircase and presses a kiss to her lips, effectively cutting her off. At first she’s stiff, but it only takes her a few seconds to relax and melt into him.

When Fred pulls away with one last peck to the lips, he smiles down at her, eyes twinkling. “Have I changed your mind with my superior snogging skills?”

Unable to help herself, she lets out an exasperated laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. But even then her gaze lingers on her homework, still on the floor in front of the fireplace—totally not yet finished—

“But I’ve only got a few pages left to go,” she says in one last stroke of adamancy.

”And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay up all night without getting enough sleep?” They’ve reached the top of the staircase now, and Fred is fumbling with the doorknob of her dorm room, trying to open it with one hand without having to set her down.

“But Freddy.”

Fred pauses trying to open the door, lips unconsciously twitching up into an incredulous grin as he raises his eyebrows at her. Of course she had to use his one big weakness against him—he loves when she calls him Freddy. Or perhaps love is a severe understatement, because he always goes all putty in her hands whenever she sings it into his ear or shouts it at him from all the way across the hallways.

But Fred isn’t having it, not this time. “But [Y/N],” he mimics her tone, still grinning, and the voice in his heart tells him to peck her lips again, so he does. “I'm telling you, love, you need sleep. And besides, we’re already here—once I get this door open—aha!”

The door clicks open and reveals behind it the dark seventh year girls’ dorm room. Fred peers inside, unsure as he steps a single hesitant foot through the door, and then he withdraws back into the landing. “Suppose I'll have to drop you off here,” tuts Fred. “Can’t really barge into an all-girls dorm room in the middle of the night—even when I’m with you. Mum would have my head.” Gingerly, he sets her down on the ground, making sure she’s standing up completely before he takes his hands away. Grinning, he holds his palm out towards her and says, “That’ll be twenty galleons.”

”I didn’t even ask for—“

“A kiss, then.”

And her incomplete homework is still lingering in her head, bothering her—she really does need to have that done at least before breakfast tomorrow—but Fred is standing in front of her with the same playful smile that [Y/N] has never learned to resist so she sighs and stands on her tip-toes, places her hand on the back of his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Fred is smiling—she can feel it against her lips. Eventually she starts smiling too, unable to help herself. When she pulls away, Fred cups her cheeks in his hand and pecks her forehead—and then her nose, and her cheeks, and her eyelids, and then she’s laughing, saying, “What are you doing?”

Fred lands another kiss to the tip of her nose, then drops his hands back to his sides. “You look far too lovely for someone in dire need of sleep.”

At the mention of sleep, a yawn tears its way out of her throat. Fred has to restrain himself from doubling over and sobbing because Merlin’s beard was that adorable.

”Fine,” [Y/N] says through yet another yawn, hand coming up to rub at her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I am tired.”

Fred gasps far too dramatically. “Who ever could have guessed?”

[Y/N] may be sleepy, but she still has enough strength within her to reach out and shove him lightly by the shoulder. Fred is as theatrical as always; he clutches the spot where she’d touched him as though he’s been fatally wounded.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. Another yawn. Fred drops his act and shoves his hands into his pockets, expression somber as he looks at her, eyes dancing over her own tired ones. “Go get some sleep, alright?”

She purses her lips, shoulders slumping in defeat as she nods. “Okay. Suppose I’ll just try to finish it as fast as I can tomorrow.” And then, voice going soft, she says, “Thanks, Fred.”

Fred is so goddamned endeared.

“And. Um.”

”Yes?”

“Sorry about being so bloody cranky. I'm—“ she pauses, eyes darting away for a moment as she gestures wildly to nothing in particular.

Fred raises his eyebrows.

“On my period,” she mutters. “Have I made it awkward? I'm sorry. I just didn’t want you to think you’d done something wrong for me to be acting.. you know.”

Fred’s brows have risen so far up his forehead he’s surprised they haven’t disappeared into his hair. His mouth has fallen open a little in surprise; whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it certainly hadn’t been that. But part of him is relieved at the knowledge that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting like someone pissed in your tea,” says Fred teasingly. She rolls her eyes again—another yawn; the largest one so far, actually. He can’t help the fond laugh that tears its way out of his heart and past his lips. Reaching out, he places a hand on the back of her head and kisses her forehead. “Sweet dreams, love.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and nods into his chest, and Fred’s heart melts. “You too, Freddy.”

—

The next morning, [Y/N] wakes up to a mysteriously completed set of History of Magic homework and a bag of Honeydukes' chocolates on her bedside table.

[redgokus]

I was SO conflicted to send this then you said MORE NSFW REQUESTS and I said now I HAVE to send this. Maybe something along the same lines of Yandere!Kyo, but he HAS to take you from behind? Maybe he likes lording over you like that, holding your face in the pillow? 🙈🙈 (maybe use those manilla ropes, too...)(im so sorry if this is a dumbass request i'll hide in shame feel free to delete)

A/N: (whistles discreetly) so... read the warnings with this one LMAO. 

First Part

Song Pick of the Day: Ugo / The Dead Pirates

Warnings: Yandere, Rough Anal Sex, Degrading, Dubcon, This Is Not Nice

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You have your good days and your bad days. Predictably, Kyojurou likes the days where you’re good the most. It just makes sense. 

Those are the days when you’re obedient and docile. You let Kyojurou coo over you and love you all he wants until he’s had his fill, and you don’t complain when he feeds you and cleans you. He doesn’t trust you enough yet to let you off the bed and into the shower, so for now, the two of you have made do with removing the sheets on the bed while Kyojurou cleans your body with a warm rag. He does this every other day with gentle, loving hands- because your cleanliness is important for your physical and mental health, and he wouldn’t want you feeling uncomfortable at all!

Besides the ache of your wrists and occasionally your ankles. You both will have to just live with that.

Your bad days though- those are rough. Filled with shouting, cursing, fighting, and lots of bleeding on your part and occasionally on his if you manage to land a hit on him. All couples fight, and he understands your violence based on the situation you’re in, but he’s already looking forward to the future where you stop looking at him with such hatred as you try to bite his fingers off. 

Kyojurou tries to warn you. Your first warning is always the rope- fine silk changing to rough manila as he binds your hands to the bed frame. Another warning is when he ties down your ankles. He warns you because he doesn’t ever want to hurt you- and yet, regardless of his care and his effort to keep you unharmed, you continue to push, push, push. 

All your limbs are tied down on the bed as Kyojurou rests his hip against the dresser while you scream and yell as he looks at his nails with disinterest. He told you a long time ago that the room was soundproof, but somehow you’re still convinced that if you’re loud enough, someone will hear you- save you. Save you from what?

Kyojurou? The man who loves you so much? 

Eventually, you start taunting him, cursing him. This is typical and expected since Kyojurou is out of reach; the only way you can harm him is with your words, and you’re especially determined to do so today. And, unknown to you- yes, it does hurt. When you insult his mother for giving birth to him, call him an awful son and brother, wishing for him to perish in hell- yes, those words hurt. Being in such a loving relationship to a spiteful one was a rough transition; Kyojurou remembers when you used to love him as much as he loves you. 

You still love him, but things are just different now. You’re going through a phase. Kyojurou keeps his face calm and stoic as he reminds himself of this while you yell at him- it’s just one of your bad days. That’s all.

Yes… Kyojurou clears his throat and quells down his anger by clenching his jaw and tapping harshly on the dresser with his fingers. Just a bad day. 

His eyes drift to his watch eventually. He had promised himself that another punishment would come if you kept it up for an hour today, and you’re only seven minutes away from that mark. As he looks up to your face, still full of hot hatred, Kyojurou decides that you’re probably not going to stop anytime soon. So he’ll forgive himself later for being a little hasty as he takes two strides toward the bed. 

Kyojurou’s sudden movement seems to startle you, your threats going quiet as you stare at him. When his hands go for your ankles, you flinch- and yeah, that kind of hurts his feelings too, but he’ll live with it- and then you gape as he undoes the knot tying you to the bed. 

“Wh- what are you doing?” 

You keep your eyes on him as he moves to the other side of the bed, untying your other ankle. Despite your minor freedom, you don’t move to kick him, and Kyojurou takes note of that- that’s good, and deserves a reward. 

So he’ll fuck you a little less rough than planned. Maybe he’ll let you breathe. 

When Kyojurou walks up to the head of the bed, undoing the rope of your wrist and then leaning over your head to do the other, he feels you trembling. “Kyojurou, what are you doing?” You try to keep your voice firm and stable, but he hears it. He hears the fear in your tone, as much as you try to hide it. 

For the first time, you are conscious and unbound. Kyojurou keeps the last piece of rope in his hand as he leans away, staring you down with a hard glare. It’s silent in the room- eerily so. 

One second, two… three, four, and then all the way up to ten. Time ticks almost visibly as he stares at you, watching your every movement.

Kyojurou hums after fifteen seconds, nodding shortly. “Good. Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” It’s the first time he’s spoken to you today since you started your tantrum. The effect he has on you is obvious as you flinch again, your eyes flicking away from his and toward the bed as you curl up defensively. He grunts, his hand moving to your jaw and grabbing it harshly, forcing you to look at his eyes. “I asked you a question.” 

Your own jaw sets as you clench your teeth. “No.” 

Letting go of your face, Kyojurou moves fast enough to startle you, giving you no time to fight back. He forcibly flips you over on the mattress before he settles himself on top of you, placing a knee on your back as he grabs your arms and forces them up. With the same rope from before, he puts your wrists together as you start to scream again, tying them to the bed frame over your head. Your body viciously moves as you try to get him off you, but Kyojurou is much stronger and heavier than you as he puts his weight on your back and makes you choke. Leaning over your ear, he whispers. 

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” he practically purrs as the words seem to make you freeze, “and because you were good just now, I’ll use lube.” Biting your ear, he pulls on it, hard enough to make you yell. “Don’t make me take that back.” 

Your body slacks from beneath him and he smiles, taking off the pressure of his knee on your spine. He hovers for a second, waiting for you to start fighting again, but he’s pleasantly surprised when you stay docile. What a good lover you were- you just needed to be put in your place every so often, that was all. 

“There you are,” Kyojurou sighs, leaning down again to press a kiss on the back of your neck. He’s gentle, soft- for now. As punishment goes, this wasn’t going to be the usual lovemaking you usually had, but for now, he missed you. He takes advantage of your compliance as he peppers loving kisses all along your neck and shoulders, down your back as his hands rub the ache where he pressured his knee against your spine. “There’s my precious baby,” you shiver when his body crawls down yours, still leaving kisses everywhere until he reaches your bottom. 

He grabs one of your cheeks with a firm grip, smiling as he spreads you open. You whimper from above him as you feel his lips meet your entrance. 

“Not yet,” you can feel his hot breath on your skin until he leans away. The sound of a bottle cap opening fills the silence of the room, and then his hands are back on you, fingers tracing the rim of your ass with cool lube coaxing them. Much to Kyojurou’s surprise, you don’t lean away, even from the cold. 

Your ass tilts up as you push against his fingers. Kyojurou can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs as he pushes two fingers in you at once. You groan from the stretch, but he doesn’t give you a recovery period- you asked for this, after all. He fucks you with his fingers deeply as you squirm from under him, choked breathes leaving you every other second. “You’re a fighter, I’ll give you that. But deep down, I know you love me so much, just like I love you.” As he spreads your ass with his fingers, he leans down to kiss the skin of your bottom. When he bites, his teeth sinking in, you gasp. “Either that or you’re a closeted slut who can’t help but enjoy it. I wonder which is worse for you?” 

“I’d rather-” Your face moves as you bite into the pillow next to you, eyes squeezing shut as Kyojurou adds another finger, fucking you ruthlessly. You force your hips to still as you breathe in and out slowly. “I’d rather be a slut than love someone like you.” 

You really loved to fight. Sometimes, Kyojurou wonders if you’re more of a masochist than he is. 

“Alright. If you want to be a slut so bad, then I should just treat you like one.” He removes his fingers from you quickly, and he doesn’t miss the muffled whine you make into the pillow. He scoffs at that, wiping the lube on his fingers off on his pants before he quickly undoes his belt, leaving it around his hips as he pulls the zipper on his pants and takes his cock out. 

Your body tenses as you bring yourself up on your knees, trying to look over your shoulder to meet Kyojurou’s wild eyes. “W-wait- I’m not ready yet-” 

“I thought you wanted to be a slut, baby?” He leans over your body as his prick glides against your ass, his hands tightly holding onto your hips to keep you propped up. “I think a slut can handle what I’m going to do to you.” 

Kyojurou groans as he spreads your cheeks, entering your ass with a full, deep thrust. So, so tight… Perfect. 

“Good, sweetheart, just perfect,” he smacks your ass and you clench up, making him laugh as he begins to thrust. Nothing about it is nice or kind- no, he doesn’t have that patience anymore. And this was punishment, after all. His pace is fast, rough, and deep- his teeth sinking into your shoulder and making you cry out as he fucks you. 

It’s unfortunate that you’re enough of a whore that you’ll always feel good regardless, already moaning into the pillow as Kyojurou roughly pounds his hips against your ass. The metal of his belt hits your thighs, making you whine as your muscles clench from the pain- and that’s just perfect. It feels wonderful around his cock. 

Kyojurou laughs next to your ear. “Feeling good, baby? Even though it’s me?” 

“N-no- fuck!” He slaps your ass again as he pulls his upper body away from you. His hand moves to the back of your head, tightly fisting your hair enough for it to hurt as he keeps your face shoved into the pillow. Your moans are muffled but clear as day to him. 

Despite it all, you’ll always enjoy it, because it’s him. No one else could fuck you like this and keep you moaning- only him. Just him. 

He knows this even if you deny it over and over.

“Come on darling, I know you love it so much,” Kyojurou grunts as he shoves your face deeper in the pillow, and you start to violently squirm, struggling to breathe. He moans when it makes your hips meet his, helping push him even deeper in your ass. “Fucking perfect, love you- you always feel amazing, baby, even if you’re a whore.” 

He can hear his name leave your lips, frantic shouts still muffled by the pillow, and he moans. He knows, in the back of his mind, that you’re begging him to let you breathe. 

But he decides to ignore that for now. He decides to be ignorant and pretend you’re chanting his name in pleasure, just like you used to. Kyojurou bites his lip as he fucks you even harder, grunting as pressure increases in his gut. 

“Fuck- sweetheart, I’m gonna cum-” Your ass clenches around his cock again and he smiles, moaning loudly as he finally takes his hand off your head. Immediately, your head rises from the pillow as you breathe in sharply while Kyojurou grabs your hips with both his hands and focuses his thrusts. 

“Please-” You practically sob, “Kyojurou-!” 

The metal of his belt slapping on your thighs was forgotten on his end, but not on yours. The stinging of it on your skin feels like it’s cutting into you, and you choke another moan when his hands finally wander down to your sex. “Oh- fuck!” 

“That’s it, darling,” Kyojurou purrs. “Come on,” 

“No-!” 

You cum. Your whole body tightens up like a wire as your eyes roll back, Kyojurou continuing to quickly rub at your sex as he speeds up his thrusts on your ass, stinging metal continuing to hit you like fire. You can hear his grunting and wild moaning, his insane chanting about how beautiful you are, how tight and warm. 

A few more thrusts and he’s cumming, filling you up full with his seed as his hips stutter to press flush against yours. 

This is usually when Kyojurou will help clean you up, pressing kisses against your head as he whispers apologies for his rough treatment. Kyojurou can tell you’re expecting it as your body relaxes when he pulls out, but- no. While he loves you dearly-

You’re still a cunt. 

He catches his breath as he wipes his cock with tissue from the nightstand before tucking himself back into his pants, fastening his belt around his hips again. Your eyes meet his and he smiles, cooing under his breath as he gets off the bed and kneels down on the floor. His hands come to your face, thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks. 

“I hope you’ll be on better behavior tomorrow, dear one,” he whispers. “Because if you want me to be nice, you’ll have to be nice, too. That’s just how it works.” 

Quickly, he stands, his hands leaving your face as he takes a step back. Your eyes widen as you watch him gather his things- “you’re leaving?” 

“Mm,” Kyojurou nods as he smiles. “I don’t have time to waste on brats. You’ll stay like that until I decide to forgive you for everything you said today.” He rearranges the watch on his wrist, checking the time. 

It’s still early. Maybe he can make time to visit and eat dinner with Senjurou today. As he heads for the door, you shuffle up your body to sit up awkwardly while your wrists are still bound.

“You- please don’t leave me like this-”

Right as he’s about to close the door, he remembers. “Oh! Right.” 

Leaving you tied up like that would have been an awful idea. But he’s not really in the mood to retie you... So as he goes to his closet, he takes out some handcuffs, and before you realize what’s happening he clicks them around your wrists. “Thank you for reminding me,” Kyojurou spares one kiss to the top of your head before he finally leaves. 

When he closes the door, he stays for a second. Your furious screams can be heard just barely- he takes a few steps down the fall and nods his head in content when the noise fades away. Never hurts to check every now and again. 

But! He’s rather hungry now, so it’s time he called his brother and made some plans. 

[utapriyanderes]

pov : you spent a lot with one of the starish and quartet night member in utapri shining live game, one of the member starting to act strange but you shrug it off because you think it's the featured of the game..

The next thing you know, you got forced inside to trap in the game forever...

((thank you for answering it, I actually wanted to request all the members but imma just request one by one, so it would'nt get too overwhelmed qwq))

Can you do for natsuki, ren and cecil if you feeling like it uwu?

(Im kind of wanna make a comic of it)

Thank you so much for asking again! Also thank you for asking the characters in parts because that does help out a lot! As well, if you do make a comic then I would love to see it! Here you go~! (I’m actually going to change up the intro part for this ask, but if you would like it to be all one storyline for each boy then I will happily redo this!)

(Note: Some line spoilers for higher level bonds.)

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The morning rays hit your face waking you up from your sea of dreams. The first thing on your mind is to start your day right by saying good morning to your favorite boy. With a smile on your face you grab your device and open up the app “Uta no Prince-Sama: Shining Live” for a dose of your morning medicine…

Natsuki Shinomiya:

“Good mooorning! I knew today would be a good day. Why, you ask? Because I knew I'd see you.” The smile on your face only widens. You let out a whispered “good morning” to your boy beaming on the screen. Natsuki is extremely happy today to see you up so bright and early. With how disheveled your hair looks and you in your pajamas, he can’t help but to think it’s a cute sight to see.

Then one of your fingers comes down. He can’t wait to feel the warmth it will bring as well as a tingle as the bond level rises up, “Haha, seeing your face gives me plenty to smile about! Take things easy today, okay?” You give him a firm nod which he takes delight in. He doesn’t ever want you to leave the app. You’re the only one that can make him this happy.

He gets so sad every time you say goodbye. You should be here with him, where he can touch and hold you. Hug you and become a real couple. You would be happier with him here too, wouldn’t you? Then he would be able to see your cute face every morning and actually tell you “good morning” as soon as you wake.

“You look so cute today! How about you come here and I can make you breakfast!” He sees the surprise on your face as he acts off script. You must be happy at the offer, but you just shake it off and go back to smiling. Another tap comes his way.

“I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You're so precious to me, I hope we'll be side by side forever.” You respond with a “me too” causings his chest to start racing. He wants you here with him. He’ll have you here with him. He reaches forth and touches the screen where you still have your finger. A blinding white light clouds over the screen.

As soon as it disappears the screen is gone. He turns around and there you are. Looking up at him from the floor. Confusion and shock clearly written on your face. He crouches down and smiles at you.

“Should I go get breakfast prepared now that you’re here?”

Ren Jinguji:

“Thanks for coming! Seeing your pretty face always cheers me up. Let's make today a memorable one.” The first thing you do is let out a small squeal. You change it to portrait mode so you can fully see him and soak in his presence. Before you even press him you say, “I’m so happy to see you Ren.” As though the dream continues on.

You even bring him towards your chest and hug him for a moment before bringing him back to face you. Ren already started wishing to be there with you, or to have you here with him. He wanted you so badly. He wanted you to be his. There was clear wanting in your eyes, he knew exactly how you felt.

“Hey… why don’t you come over here so I can say good morning properly?” He winks as he speaks freely. You don’t even notice it and just tell him how happy that would make you. It’s words that make him fill up with such happiness. He wants to make you his and you’re ready to surrender yourself to him.

The high level of bond you had with him was already proof enough of how devoted you were. He knew he didn’t have to worry about you going to someone else, and yet he’s still stuck in this cage, worrying about you frantically everytime you leave him.

“Ahh... You're so warm. It's such a soothing feeling.” Then as soon as you touch him. All of his worries start to melt away. You’re here with him now. Your focus is on him. As much as he’s bathing in your affection he knows that it won’t last for long. His worries will come back and a looming darkness of wanting you will settle inside of him once again.

“The more time I spend with you, the more lovely you become, and I don't see that ever changing.” Despite it being a line, his words are true. No matter what time of day it is or how you look. If you’re crying or smiling. You’ll always be the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Your heart swells for him. He can tell by your eyes. You pull him back into a hug. He uses this opportunity to close his eyes and rest his head against the screen. A white light fades in before fading back out. He lifts his head back up and no longer sees the barrier.

He walks around the chosen place. When he finally sees you up and touching a wall making sure it’s real he shouts out to you. Calling you by your name. You jump at his voice before turning to look at him. A smile full of relief and joy spreads across your face. You run up to him, jumping into his open arms.

He holds onto you tightly, not planning on ever letting you go.

Cecil Aijima:

“Good morning! Never underestimate the power of a greeting. We must start each day with a smile!” As soon as you hear those words any left over feelings of wanting to go back to sleep quickly leaves you. His happy expression is all you need to wake up feeling refreshed. The joy in Cecil’s heart at seeing your face fills him up and releases any form of worry he had while you were away.

Cecil can feel the love just radiating off of you. The only thing he has been thinking about is you. You’re quick to go to his profile and look at all the outfits you have for him, “Let’s get you dressed for the day shall we?” Everyday you always pick out something new for him to wear.

He’s happy at all the outfits you got for him and how hard you put your effort into getting them. You work so hard which both worries him but also makes him feel happy at how much you care. You pick a new outfit you got recently, then change the wallpaper to something appropriate that fits it. At seeing the final product you bunch up in delight.

“You look amazing!” It’s a small complement but one that fills up his heart even more. Then switching over to portrait mode you tap him, “Your touch always makes my heart flutter.” At his words you place a hand over your heart as though signaling the same thing. Every move you make makes him happy. He makes sure to memorize everything you say and do.

Since when you come over here with him… He wants to make sure that you’re also happy and comfortable. Already he’s planned out so many dates in his head. Things he wants to show you and introduce to you. He’s already prepared everything for you to come over.

“My heart flutters when you stare at me like that. Just remember that my spirit is with you every second.” You were so caught up in admiring him that he said one of his automated lines. Though he was also too busy staring at you to notice the wait of your next touch, and when you do he’s in ecstasy.

“Everything’s prepared for you to come over! All you have to do is touch my hand.” He gives you the offer. Now is the time for you to be with him. You shrug off his words, but touch his hand that’s over his heart anyways. Which causes a bright white light that blinds the both of you to appear. Within seconds it disappears with the window to your world gone from sight.

If he did everything right then Cecil already knows where you are. He walks around the scene and goes into the room he created just for you. Then, as he predicted, there you are. Lying on the bed he has prepared to be yours. He walks over to the side of the bed and sees you sleeping soundly. There he waits.

For his precious prince/princess to wake up.

[alastorswifey]

cantarella

vil schoenheit + neige leblanche

female reader

full imagine

angst

note: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR REQUEST I AM SO SORRY OHMYGOD AND IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT THE REQUEST U WANTED HHHH vil might be out of character here uhhh

play- cantarella: kaito ft. hatsune miku

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

“You thought you could drink this powerful                                                          potion you knew so well”

the ensemble played in a graceful tone. it was a waltz. vil’s right arm was supporting your back as his left was outstretched. your feet matched his and the pace of the music. it was pure bliss. how funny though. you were dancing with your knight. the person who swore on their life to protect you. the party was getting boring, as it always has for you, and you needed a partner for the upcoming dance. 

you and vil had already practiced this multiple times since you were children. the feeling stayed the same for you- but for vil? he was ecstatic. he was finally near you not as a mere knight but as a person. it gave him pure joy. but of course, good things come to an end and you had to switch partners. though, vil expected you to switch with some random noble the random noble he caught a glimpse of before passing you to the mad clad in white and sky blue and his eyes widened. it was neige leblanche. 

vil had already known of the black haired man’s limerence towards you. after all, the look neige gave you was very familiar to the blonde haired man. since he, too, stared at you with those same, loving eyes. a sigh of defeat escaped from vil’s lips. he knows he can’t do anything about it. a woman of high nobility like you? ending up with him? sure vil had high confidence but even he has doubts of his own.

“y/n,” a sweet voice rang through your ears. you didn’t even notice you had to switch partners with vil. you looked up and saw shiny brown orbs and silky black hair. the man before you was breathtaking. “neige...” you spoke. neige laughed softly as you both danced without ever making a single mistake through the lively ballroom. 

“how have you been, y/n?” he asks, getting closer to you. “ah, i have been well. you?” he twirls you around before gripping on your waist and hand softly and pulling you closer to him that you can feel his breath practically fanning your face. you silently gulped at his abrupt action. “good now that i’ve met you here.” although neige’s face was covered half by a white masquerade mask, you could tell that his eyes were shining. 

neige leblanche. the crowned prince of the neighboring kingdom of pomefiore. you already expected to meet him here. the person who ordered you to kill this man has predicted everything correctly. you were known to be very good with expressing your emotions. people have ordered you to kill their target and you have never been caught. not even once. you have never been suspected. how could they suspect the princess of pomefiore to have done such a cruel thing? 

the song ended before you knew it and you walked towards vil to see how he was holding up for the remaining parts of the ball but neige grabbed your hand, “oh, sir leblanche? is something the matter?” neige frowned slightly at your formality. you weren’t formal earlier while the two of you were dancing, so why? he shook off his frown and chuckled for a moment, “ah, you see, i just so happen to travel far just to attend this ball that you had invited me to. so i was wondering if you would give me a room to stay in just for tonight?” 

you bit your lip. no, you didn’t hesitate. it’s just that you weren’t really in a position to grant him a room to stay in. your parents decide that. neige seemed to have read your mind and snapped his gloved fingers, “mm, i see! i already asked your parents but i just needed to see if you would be alright in seeing me tomorrow for breakfast,” he started, “after all, you might be surprised to see me at your breakfast table tomorrow morning.” ah, so that’s how it is.

“oh of course i’m alright with it! i haven’t seen you since grandma’s funeral. i’ve always wanted to catch up with you!” you grabbed his hands and held it tight, indicating how happy you truly were. neige glance up to see vil narrowing his gaze at the black haired prince. all he could do was grin in a mocking manner before kissing your hand and taking his leave. vil was powerless. he couldn’t do anything. he had no authority to force neige out of the kingdom or your heart. he was always second. he hated it. 

you noticed vil looking down and ready to draw his sword but you lowered it and smiled at him, “it’s okay, vil! i know he has good intentions.” vil, even if he wasn’t your knight, couldn’t disagree with you. he has a soft spot for the princess. all the fellow guards knew. “now,” you cleared your throat and intertwined your hands with his gloved ones, “let’s go, okay?” 

morning soon arrived rather quickly. it almost seemed like the ball was just ended a few hours ago. you stretched your arms in bed and yawned a bit before receiving a knock at your door from vil. “princess y/n, neige leblanche is here to see you.” his voice seemed drained of life. it’s like he was defeated from a duel. you panicked and scrambled to get your indoor dress for today. a few moments of no response and vil knocked again, slightly glad you were taking time to reply. looks like sir leblanche has to wait until breakfast. vil thought to himself, smirking at the man who was shorter than him. neige noticed vil’s self-victory and gritted his teeth.

“apologies. if the princess hasn’t woken up yet, tell her i’ll be-”

“i apologize,” you quickly squeak out, slamming the door open. you fiddle with your fingers as neige observes your ghastly attire. the dress has clearly not been ironed as wrinkles were clearly visible. your shoes were mismatched and your socks have not been pulled up properly. you obviously didn’t have the help of a maid. neige stifled his laughter but failed and started chuckling at how you presented yourself. noticing how neige was laughing, your cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “mm, nothing to be embarrassed about y/n. i find it cute,” he whispered before leaning back. 

“going back to the reason of why i am here, i simply ask for your presence at the garden this afternoon,” your cheeks heated up at the thought of simply being with neige at the garden. walking together, possibly holding hands, talking about literally anything, oh how the thought made your heart flutter with excitement. “definitely! i’ll see you there soon, sir leblan-” in one swift movement, neige already has you pinned against the doors, causing vil to step back as he draws his sword, ready to behead the crowned prince. vil carefully watched his movements as neige put a hand under your chin and tilted it up so you would have nothing to stare at but his shining orbs. you almost got yourself mesmerized in them.

“i’m tired of the formalities, princess. just call me neige,” he lets go of you and walks away, leaving you stunned and your heart ready to jump out of your chest. vil immediately rushed next to you and held you in his arms. “princess? princess y/n, are you alright?” he gently shook your figure. you glanced up at your childhood friend who is currently your knight and chuckled, “vil, why do i feel this way whenever he’s near me?”

the invitation from neige to meet him at the garden drew near and you felt excited. you helped the chefs in preparing the snacks and tea that would be served for the both of you. your orbs narrowly glanced at the tea. jasmine, huh? you thought to himself, silently bringing out a vile that contained white powder that looked similar to arsenic. you bought the vile to the teacup and tapped the rim of the vile, allowing some powder to escape from its container.

you walked out the door, surprised to see vil. was he always there? you shook your head, hoping he hadn’t noticed you walking in with the poison. you made sure to keep it hidden in your fists.

“vil, all you have to do is stay by my side! i’ll never abandon you, so you won’t either, right?” 

your child voice echoed in his head. things just had to get complicated. it just had to take a wrong turn. just as it always had with vil.

-

“that knight is absolutely spineless,” neige muttered to himself as he made his way towards the garden where he was supposed to meet you. his eyes landed on your ephemeral figure. it drew him closer. “y/n!” you lifted your head up from your lap and smiled at the man in front of you, “sir lebl- i mean, neige!” you greeted, getting up from your seat to do a curtsey. neige appreciated the gesture as the two of you sat down in front of each other. nothing much has happened except for when the tea was served.

you glanced at the man seated in front of you. you had already taken the teacup that didn’t contain any poison. neige sensed the presence of the loyal knight named vil behind the large hedges of the garden. vil was left in the shadows. what could’ve he done? nothing. he was letting you go without putting up a fight. it sickened him. this wasn’t who he was but he couldn’t help but be that weak, powerless person since he was just a mere knight.

neige takes a sip of the jasmine tea and instantly felt his throat burn. a cough escaped his throat along with a spot of blood that stained his white gloves. your eyes widened. the poison people usually gave you were subtle and killed the victim in an instant. why was neige in pain? why is he suffering? did you acquire the wrong poison? you slowly walked towards neige as he fell on you, his eyes almost lifeless. you orbs widened as he placed an empty vile in your hand and smiled. you immediately realized that was the vile that contained the poison.

he knows.

at this point, you weren’t worried on getting caught. you were worried about his safety. vil stepped out of the bushes and rushed towards the two of you. neige was then brought into the care of the paramedics as the guilt slowly consumed you until you were never able to sleep.

the clashing of swords woke you up in the dead of night. what on earth was causing the ruckus? you walked up to your balcony to see neige and vil having a duel with neige looking injured. rushing outside, you ran towards the garden despite your feet aching without any shoes.

vil raised his sword to swing at neige who was obviously worn out. you stepped in between the two men and expected vil’s sword to have an impact on you but you felt nothing. only the drip of cold liquid on your face. neige’s blood.

neige had prevented the sword from harming you with the help of his hand. the back haired male dropped to his knees as you cradled his tired body in your arms. tears escaping your eyes.

the blonde haired knight’s hands shook violently. what did he do wrong? he almost harmed you. he almost killed you.

“vil, all you have to do is stay by my side! i’ll never abandon you, so you won’t either, right?” your child self grinned brightly, holding his hand. vil only stared at you before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “hah, once i become king, i’ll be the one abandoning you,” he said, cockily. you pouted before punching him. “you’re so full of yourself! bleh, you becoming king would never happen!” you taunted before running away from vil. the blonde was left dumbfounded and doubtful but chased after you, “just watch me! if i become king, i’ll protect you, you know!”

protect you. 

he had failed you.

vil stared at neige clutching his hand and you holding it as he walked away from the scene. he couldn’t face you. before vil could walk away completely, he looked around his shoulder to see neige’s face contort into a mischievous smirk as he hugged you. a finger pressed to his lips. vil’s eyes widened. this...

this was his plan all along.

his plan to force you to poison him. 

his plan to make you his.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

a/n: I KEPT CHANGING THE PLOT OF THIS SHIT IM GOING TO CRY AND PROBABLY DO A REMAKE OF THIS SINCE ITS SO SHITTY AND CONFUSING UHJDSK IM SO SORRY

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

For the love of vocab cards.

Soo... another story written for @analogicalweek :D This is for day 5, prompt: Vocab cards. This again is a bit longer than my previous ones, but hopefully it’s worth it!

This is another College AU, Logan helps Virgil revise for an exam and leaves him a surpise to get through it on the day :) Hope you like it!

Taglist: @psychedelicships @edupunkn00b @jwillowwolf @look-ma-im-on-tv @kacklingisanart :) If anyone would like to be added, let me know! :D

For the love of vocab cards.

Word count: 1765

No warnings that I’m aware of :)

Virgil sat in an abandoned corner of the college library, just reading a textbook and finishing his third book of notes. He was desperately trying to revise for this exam tomorrow, but after four hours; his brain had reached its capacity of trying to retain information. It didn’t help that it was for a science exam and he hated that subject with a passion. There were too many long words with complicated meanings that he could never remember. He also just about understood equations when it came to math, but he had no idea how to apply them to science. Virgil belonged within the Performing Arts side of college, he loved music technology in particular and he loved creating all kinds of new music with the different pieces of equipment littered throughout the department. However, if he wanted to get onto next year’s course in Music Tech, he still had to pass the core subjects of math, english and science. Despite his unbridled hatred for the subject, he couldn’t help but smile whenever he remembered that he met Logan, his boyfriend of nearly two years, in the science labs.

It was the first day of class. They were assigned seats next to each other, and despite Virgil’s anxiety telling him otherwise, they seemed to get on extremely well. Logan was wearing a button up shirt, tailored trousers and large framed glasses, and Virgil had to admit that the ensemble looked amazing on him. Whereas Virgil was in his classic purple shirt, purple patchwork jacket and ripped jeans. They could not have looked like total opposites if they tried. Eventually the teacher started the class and was monotonously trying to explain the more complex concepts of the Periodic Table. Logan must have noticed just how confused Virgil was because he began to write something down on some blank vocabulary cards, all while Virgil stared at the whiteboard helplessly. After a while, Logan tapped Virgil lightly on the shoulder and he jumped. When he looked down at Logan’s hands, he was surprised at what he saw. It was a set of about ten vocabulary cards, and as Virgil took them and looked through them all, he could see that Logan had written out everything the teacher was explaining. However, Logan’s explanation was actually comprehensible, and Virgil genuinely started to understand the work they had been given. He looked at Logan who had a small but sincere smile on his face, and Virgil almost lost his words as he stared into Logan’s eyes. He managed to shyly utter a thank you to Logan while blushing an extremely bright shade of pink. Logan smiled back before turning his attention to the work before the teacher could inevitably come over and have a go at them. That’s where everything started.

Virgil was snapped out of this trip down memory lane by two hands covering his eyes. The familiar scent of aftershave and coffee reassured him about who was standing behind him. Their identity was confirmed with the light kiss on Virgil’s neck and a soft voice saying “Guess who? My Storm Cloud.” Virgil smiled and removed the hands gently from over his eyes.

“I couldn’t hazard a guess, Pocket Protector.” He turned and stood up to give Logan a much-needed hug for them both. He forgot that he said they’d meet after Logan had finished his extra revision session for the same exam. That was the only reassuring thing… they wouldn’t be able to talk or anything, but at least they’d be in the same room tomorrow.

Logan chuckled as he hid his face in Virgil’s neck. “How’s the revision going? Have you taken a break at all?”

“Horribly… I’ve been here for four hours and I still don’t understand a single word that I’m writing down. My brain is not absorbing any of this.” He sighed and was on the verge of crying. “What’s the point of me trying, Lo? I just need to accept that I won’t pass tomorrow.” He couldn’t stop a tear running down his cheek as he thought about how important tomorrow was. Logan closed the space between them, and softly wiped the tear off Virgil’s face. He lifted his chin up, making sure Virgil was looking into his eyes.

“Now you listen to me, Starlight. You are much smarter than you think, and you are stronger than you know. The main reason you’re struggling to remember things right now is because you’re stressed. You’ve cooped yourself into a small corner of this extremely large space and haven’t taken a break for a significant period of time. Let’s sit here and watch something while you drink this coffee I got you. I’ve finished my revision for this exam, so I’ll help you sort out some vocabulary cards for you to take in tomorrow before we go home. Sound good?” Logan looked at the smile starting to form on Virgil’s face and knew that he was okay. Virgil nodded as they sat down, and he snuggled up against a nearby wall with his coffee and took a sip while waiting for Logan.

“Ahh, you know my coffee order?” Virgil asked in a flirty voice as Logan set up his laptop and put on an episode of Parks and Rec. “Of course I do.” In a voice that made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

As they watched the episode, Logan ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair and kissed his forehead at random intervals because he loved how Virgil smiled every single time. When the coffee was finished, Logan got up and pulled over a chair to the table so they could finish the last bit of Virgil’s revision. They worked for an hour and Virgil felt more confident when he could answer the questions Logan asked him, that made him feel so much better.

“Alright, do you want to go now? I think we’ve covered everything. No more revising for you today, you’ve done more than enough!” Logan started to pack up Virgil’s things and Virgil looked relieved to be leaving.

“Yes please! I don’t think I could do anymore if I tried anyway. I really owe you for this, love. Let me go put these extra books away, I’ll be back in a minute.” He smiled and quickly kissed Logan before taking the books back to the shelves.

“Tell you what, write a song for me on your crazy music gadgets and we’ll call it even, okay?” Logan called out after Virgil as he walked away.

“You have a deal!” Virgil called back. He smiled and waited until Virgil was completely out of sight before grabbing some blank vocabulary cards and wrote on them furiously. He attached them to Virgil’s exam ones and put them into his bag just before he came back around the corner. Virgil stared at his boyfriend with a playful glare, knowing something suspicious had just happened, but then laughed before leaving the library hand in hand with his boyfriend going to Logan’s car.

They pulled up outside Virgil’s house, he grabbed his bag and Logan walked with him to the door. “Alright, so keep everything in your bag so it’s all in there for tomorrow. Get some food and watch something funny okay? I’ll pick you up in the morning.” He kissed Virgil gently, “I love you.” He turned to walk to the car, but Virgil pulled him back to kiss him again.

“I love you too! Thank you for today. I promise the song I’ll write for you will be the best one yet.” They both smiled and Logan reluctantly pulled away to head home. He still had some revision to do after all.

Morning came all too quickly. Virgil was feeling incredibly nervous as predicted, but he managed to have some breakfast and waited at the front door for Logan to arrive. He saw the car pull up and Logan beeped the horn twice as he normally did. He got out of the car and waited for Virgil to run up for their morning hug. He spun him around a couple of times which made Virgil laugh and kissed him.

“Are you ready to go? Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” Logan said with the most reassuring smile that made Virgil feel safe and secure.

“Yup. Might as well get this over and done with!” He smiled and got into the car. They turned the music up and sang along at the top of their lungs. Virgil would never admit that singing along to cheesy pop songs was his ultimate way to calm down.

They got to college and signed in before sorting their things and heading towards the exam room. Logan gave him a quick hug and they walked into the room together before finding their seats. They both looked amused when they realized that they were sitting next to each other, one row apart. Virgil took the opportunity to look the vocabulary cards over before they were allowed to start. He looked puzzled when he came across some that definitely weren’t there yesterday. His heart swelled when he read them one after the other.

‘You are amazing.’ ‘You are the smartest, most talented person I’ve ever met.’ ‘You can do absolutely anything the world throws at you. I know you can.’ ‘I’m so proud of you.’ ‘I love you to the ends of the unknown universe and back.’

 Virgil couldn’t hide his smile as he held the cards as close to his heart as possible. He turned to Logan who had clearly been watching him the entire time. He mouthed thank you at Logan, who winked in response. Just like that, they announced the start of the exam and Virgil immediately felt like he could do this. They both sneaked loving glances at each other throughout, a silent and unnoticeable gesture of encouragement. Then it was all over, and the relief was almost overwhelming.

When the results came through a few weeks later… Virgil was ecstatic to know that he passed, and unsurprised that Logan got full marks. He knew that without those vocabulary cards Logan made, he would never have believed in himself enough to do everything he could to pass the crucial test. Despite being complete opposites when they met, Virgil knew that now they were two halves of the same coin, they completed each other perfectly. There was only one thing left to do now…

He had one hell of a song to write for the one and only love of his life.

[your-local-bnha-writer]

Hello ur my favorite account😭! Can I request a HC with Tanaka, Noya, Tsuki, & Kageyama where u guys are dating but at a tournament, u run into ur ex boyfriend ( who is a huge douchebag) and is saying a bunch of garbage about u? How would they react? , how would it impact their playing style cause get this- karasuno is playing against ur ex boyfriends team🤭🤭🤭🤭

jealous bfs tanaka, noya, tsukki kags,

hey I’m gonna mash these two requests! I hope you enjoy this was a lot of fun to write!

also favourite account?? me?? 🥺🥺

➣ characters included : tanaka, noya, tsukki, kageyama (separately) x fem!reader

➣ headcannons

➣ warning : a lot of swearing 😳 like there’s a lot, your jerk ex talking crap, scary bfs

ryūnosuke tanaka

- karasuno had made it to the nationals, and right before their game against Tsubakihara, lil ol Tanaka had to use the bathroom

- a horrible decision really, just ask hinata

- he walks in and hears your trash ex talking crap abt you

“Yeah, can you believe it? I saw my ex here, Y/n. I think she’s the manager for her team? Karasuno. Is she really that desperate for attention from other guys?”

- Tanaka is p i s s e d like, no one gets to talk about his precious love without experiencing the wrath from Ryūnosuke Tanaka

- So mans just straight up walks to your ex, “gently” taps him on the shoulder to get his attention, and starts defending your honour

“Y/n? Y/n L/n? The most beautiful, gorgeous, precious girl in the world? That Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah? Who are y—”

“Hi I’m the new boyfriend, and let me just tell you...”

- Tanaka goes oFF he’s not letting this douche bag of an ex get his way, he straight up just goes on a 2 hours speech about how perfect you were

- and how much of a douche your ex was

- Eventually, Hinata finds Tanaka in the bathroom (since his stomach was actin up lol) and goes to alert the other guys + you

- So, the whole gang is here, Daichi and Suga have to drAG Tanaka away from your ex while Noya hypes him up

- You have to calm him down and ask him why the hell he was yelling at someone in the bathroom

“Your ex was talking shit about you, I’m not just gonna let them do that”

- You’re immediately like 🥺🥺 Tanakaaaa you didn’t have to do that omg I love you sm

- When it’s finally time play these guys Tanaka is surprisingly calm, like it’s actually terrifying

- Oh and you bet Tanaka’s going all out he is on fire, he’s landing every spike and you can practically hear the impact on it

- Right after he lands a spike he celebrates with his team and stares directly at your ex who’s shooketh 😳

“Yeah take that! You regret breaking up with Y/n now?”

“Tanaka stOoOoP omg—”

- After Karasuno wins he gives you the most passionate kiss, in front of your ex and you pull away blushing

- Your ex just rolls his eyes and goes to pack up with his team while Tanaka’s looking all smug and Noya’s hyPED

yuu nishinoya

- The boys were getting ready for the match against Johzenji, and were just doing some basic warmups

- You had to help Kyoko and Yachi with something so you weren’t in the gym at the moment

- But your asshole of an ex was talking shit about you, very loudly 😳 and very obnoxiously too

- This mf, instead of practicing and doing fricken warmups, he’s talking crap abt you, and you weren’t even in the vicinity!

- But your boyfriend was, oh and he heard everything, every single word that came out of you ex’s mouth

“Pfft yeah she’s still annoying as ever, not surprised she’s dating the dude that’s 5’2”

- Ohh big mistake bud, not only did you insult his perfect Gf, but his height as well? Like dang pick one or the other dude

- So, Noya can’t take it anymore he’s been holding back bc he’s supposed to be warming up for the game but at this point he just couldn’t

- He straight up runs over to the other side of the gym to knock some sense into the jerk

- Tanaka follows not to stop him (although he is a bit worried 😳) but to hype him up bc that’s his best friend’s gf you don’t get to do that

- Asahi is scared shitless so Ennoshita has to keep the horny tornado in check, while Suga is conflicted

“What the hell did you say? Don’t you dare insult Y/n again! This is why she left your sorry ass! Who are you talk shit about my beautiful girlfriend I’ll fight you right now—”

- Ahem well, as you can see he’s very pissed off and uh he ends up getting scolded by coach Ukai

- except at the very end of him scolding he gives noya a few pointers on how to defend your gf without showing bad sportsmanship

- You witness the whole thing and just go up to Noya to calm him down a little

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to go off like that,”

“Yeah I did, Im not letting that douche talk shit about my crazy hot girlfriend”

- noya stop this isn’t the time 😳🥵

- During the game he is extremely focused and there’s this terrifying aura that’s escaping him

- Like Asahi might actually shit his pants just standing next to him

- Karasuno absolutely destroys Johzenji bc Noya is not letting that ball drop on their side of the court

- After the game, like Tanaka Noya straight up kisses you in front of your ex, leaving you a blushing mess as Noya gives him a smug look

kei tsukishima

- aHEM um, alright get ready folks bc this is a scary one

- So it’s Kagugawa vs Karasuno and Yamaguchi is sort of wandering around with Hinata right before the game probably to try and cool their nerves 💀💀

- When they hear your someone talking abt you

“My ex is here we’re vs her team, I know yeah, she’s probably so annoying”

- Dude Yamaguchi and Hinata have never ran faster in their entire lives, they immediately go to tsukki and it’s just a scream fest

“TSUKKI THERES SOMEONE TALKING ABT Y/N!”

“yeAH!! and he was all like ‘she’s probably so annoying’”

“mHM AND—”

“okay I think I got it, where are they?”

- shits about to go down, when Tsukki gets mad, he doesn’t lose is cool, instead he keeps a level head and strategize on how to completely destroy his opponent

- so Yams and Hinata drag him to where your ex was and point him out, and he’s stILL on the phone

“Mhm, yeah she’s super annoying”

- Oh Tsukki is pissed off, he has this intimidating aura coming from him as he approaches the dude that’s shitting on you

“You’re the ex? Yikes...😬”

- Tsukki will wait for what he has to say and the whole time he just has the biggest smirk on his face, like it’s about to go down

- Yams and Sho are hyped uP but they’re waiting behind the door bc they’re babies and they’re scared

- Mm Tsukki does not hold back, he straight up roasts this dudes ass, mans just releases all the salt that’s stored in him

“Mhm yeah, that’s pretty pathetic”

“Heh lame”

“Wow...I can’t believe she really dated you”

- Yeah that’s not that much salt

- Tanaka find the three of them in the bathroom and as much as he wants Tsukki to keep going, they have to get ready for the game

- During the game, your ex tries to spike and he’s instantly shut down my Tsukki and his 6’3 ass, It’s quite hilarious 😌

- Anyways, Tsukki blocks your ex every single time wiTH A SMIRK, mans is not holding back on this bitch

- He says it’s bc he was predictable

- Later, Karasuno beats Kagugawa and Tsukki hardcore glares at your ex like it’s pretty scary since Tsukki is one to act all sassy rather than mad when he gets irritated

“You don’t talk shit about her, ever”

- SUDHDJD DAMN TSUKKI CHILLL

- You watch all of this happen and you immediately ask your boyfriend if something was wrong bc you’re a tad bit worried

“We just had a disagreement that’s all”

“uHH YEAH RIGHT TSUKKI WENT OFF EARLIER IN THE BATHROOM—”

tobio kageyama

- Um another scary bitch please do not talk trash about his gf when he’s around

- He’s probably filing his nails away from his team bc he needs his peace and quiet and doesn’t wanna get bullied by Hinata and Tsukki

- When he hears a guy talking very loudly to his friend, now usually he’d ignore them or move spots but like this dude is talking abt you

- So, he stays for a bit and listens to what he has to say. Who even is this dude? Why does he know you? Why is talking to loud like please shut the f—

“Pfft yeah my ex is here with her volleyball team, I talked to her earlier and oh my god she’s exactly the same when I first dated her”

- I’m not sure if that’s a roast sorry I’m bad at these

- Oh now Kags is pissed, see he was already a little irked that this jerk was your ex but he was also talking trash abt you? Nahh

- He throws his nail file on the ground and stomps right up to this douche to smack some sense in him

“Yeah she’s hella annoy—”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?”

“Who tf—”

- So Kageyama is also unusually “calm” about the whole situation which makes it even more terrifying

- Kageyama will most likely go off and tell this dude that he has no business talking abt his gf like that

- he’ll focus more on dissing the dude and let me tell you this dude’s roasts h u r t

- like his insults are like 90% swear words

“goblin lookin ass”

“long titty no nipple lookin ass”

“get outta here you abominable fuck waffle”

- Imagine this scary ass dude coming up to you, telling you to shut the fuck up, then realizing this is Tobio Kageyama, The King of the Court, the incredible setter that has precise aim, the 2nd half of the freak duo, going off on how you should stfu abt his gf

- oh and you’re facing him on your next game

- and he absolutely obliterates your sorry ass

- his sets are perfect, he blocks every single fuckin spike you make, and when you think he’s going setting to #10 think again bc he will do a setter dump

- basically he’s on fire and tear the other team to shreds it’s kind of scary actually, hinata was sweating buckets when kageyama served since he looked so terrifying at the moment

- after the game, kageyama would want to leave immediately he doesn’t want to see your ex anymore

“You doing okie? Did something happen with you and him before the game?”

“Yep, but it’s nothing don’t worry about it”

- kags you have that creepy smile again stop you’re scaring y/n

[likelightningafterthethunder]

Like Lightning After the Thunder: Chapter One: Damned Smile

Fic Summary:

His breath wavered as he stared into Katsuki’s eyes. He knew he could get out if he tried. He could knock Katsuki out, hope that no one else would find them, and run back into the shadows where he belonged. Katsuki may have had him pinned down but he was in Denki’s range now and it would take little effort to send a charge through Katsuki to paralyze him temporarily.

It would take barely any additional effort to kill Katsuki.

As the sparks began to charge, lighting up the air around him, Katsuki refused to back down.

–

Katsuki always knew he was destined for great things.

He didn’t think he’d have to turn his back on all he’s ever known to get there.

Rating: T

Warnings: Eventual major character death, implied/referenced child abuse, psychological trauma

Other Tags: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, slow burn, alternate universe - canon divergence

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Even years later, that damn smile haunted his dreams.

There was absolutely no reason for him to still think about the event. Everything had been taken care of when it had happened― injuries were treated, authorities alerted, information secured, and a press conference to tie it all up in a big red bow. There were no loose ends, no surprise second coming, no physical reminders of what happened lingering in his daily life. Katsuki would have labeled it as done, dealt with, and no longer relevant, shoving it aside in his memory so he could focus on actual important shit.

Except his mind had different plans.

When he was lucky, he could completely forget about the event for months. Other times, his dreams would be filled with nothing but that damn smile, taunting him with its silence. He could usually predict when the dreams would come― the anniversary of the event for example― but other times, it seemed like anything could trigger the memory. He once saw a bright yellow balloon and for the rest of the day, every time he closed his eyes he saw that damned smile, never wavering despite the curses and insults Katsuki spewed.

He wanted to forget it. He wanted so desperately to forget it. For the image to erase itself from his mind, for it to take the feelings away with it. He could deal with the anger, he could always deal with the anger, but when his memory reminded him of the wave of hurt and betrayal that nearly blinded him…

When his alarm jolted him from his sleep and freed him from the smile, he couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. He woke up drenched in a cold sweat, sheets singed and smoking lightly as he unclenched his hands, and Katsuki was, for once, very relieved that not all of his sweat was explosive. He slapped the singes a few times to ensure that all of the embers were put out before heading for the bathroom, cursing under his breath as he flinched at his own reflection in the mirror.

There was nothing particularly wrong with his appearance, if you didn’t count the dark circles under his eyes from a fitful night’s sleep or his clammy skin, but after being plagued by the smile, Katsuki could barely look at himself. His reaction to the smile made him feel weak, like he couldn’t handle himself and that there was something wrong with him. It was just a smile after all. There was no reason for him to react to it like a nightmare, no reason for him to lose sleep over it or to feel overwhelmed by emotions at the thought of it.

Yet when he saw the smile and saw how the corners of his mouth were tugged a bit too tight, how his eyes were open a bit too wide, how the only shine in his eyes were the reflections of light on tears that refused to fall…

Katsuki cursed.

The icy cold shower did little to help distract him from the memory, nor did his morning run nor the steaming shower he took after. He wasn’t supposed to head into the agency today, so he didn’t have any planned beatdowns for today, and yes he probably shouldn’t be hoping for it, but part of him hoped for a sudden emergency villain so he could distract himself by focusing on beating some villain’s ass into next week.

A few hours later when his phone refused to stop buzzing, Katsuki wondered if throwing his phone across the room until it stopped would be close enough to beating villain ass to work. He reluctantly decided that talking to people so they’d leave him alone was probably less hassle to deal with than having to replace his phone and distribute his new number (even if it would give him an excuse to ghost some of these damn extras).

A few individual texts and a group text were the cause of the buzzing. As the group text’s new message count continued to rise, he figured it would be easier to respond to the individual texts first. Just in case he changed his mind about destroying the phone.

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): Hello Bakugou, this is a reminder about the upcoming Class A reunion. As the head of the reunion committee, it is my duty to ensure an accurate headcount for the event, and I have yet to receive your response about your attendance. Please ensure to respond via the following link by this Friday at 11:59PM. [Class A 10 Year Reunion RSVP]

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): In case you missed the previous messages regarding the reunion, the event is March 28th starting at 7PM at the Shinjuku Hotel in Musutafu. If you need to rent a room for the night or the weekend, please alert the Shinjuku Hotel staff that you are part of the Class A reunion party by next Wednesday for an event discount.

Katsuki frowned. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the possibility of being surrounded by all of his former classmates and even less at the idea of being socially obligated to spend the entire evening with them. At least when he met up with his friends elsewhere, he could always claim needing to leave early so he could make the last train or that work needed him to come in early the next day.

He closed out of the conversation, figuring he still had a few more days to decide if he really wanted to deal with his classmates for an entire evening.

Midoriya: Hey Katsugou! I was wondering if you’re going to go to the reunion? Tenya said the deadline to RSVP is coming soon and we haven’t heard from you, so I just thought I’d check in!

Katsuki: The fuck is Katsugou?

Midoriya: Oh sorry!! Typo!!

Midoriya: Anyway, are you coming?

Katsuki closed out of the conversation and moved on to the next one.

Shitty Hair: Katsuki! Are you coming to the reunion or not dude????

Katsuki: Fuck off.

Shitty Hair: Aww dude that’s no way to talk to your best friend, you know you love me!!

Katsuki: I’m blocking you.

He did not, in fact, block him. But he did close out of Eijirou’s texts.

Save for the newest text sent directly from Eijirou, all that was left was the backlog of texts in the group text. It had kept going off while he was reading the other conversations, so Katsuki figured it meant that everyone was either off for the day or on their lunch break.

Raccoon Eyes: guys!!!!! the reunion is COMING UPPPPPP!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: i cant wait to s

Raccoon Eyes: ee all of u guys again!!

Tape Face: lmao you saw us last week

Raccoon Eyes: yes

Raccoon Eyes: an eteRNITY ago

Raccoon Eyes: and like

Raccoon Eyes: kats left early so we didnt have everyone

Raccoon Eyes: so it doesnt count

Shitty Hair: Yeah Katsuki don’t leave early next time!!

Raccoon Eyes: we just have to hold him hostage next time

Raccoon Eyes: or like

Raccoon Eyes: AMBUSH him

Tape Face: i can always tape him up

Raccoon Eyes: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

Raccoon Eyes: tape him to the wall

Raccoon Eyes: and then like

Raccoon Eyes: steal his wallet

Raccoon Eyes: cant get on transit w no moneys

Raccoon Eyes: ei and han hold him down

Raccoon Eyes: i run to hide his wallet where he cant fi

Raccoon Eyes: nd it

Raccoon Eyes: probs keeps kats tapped to the wall all night

Raccoon Eyes: free up his arms so he can have a drink????

Tape Face: explosion palms dude

Raccoon Eyes: oh u right

Raccoon Eyes: he can just have a cup w like

Raccoon Eyes: a REALLY REALLY long straw

Raccoon Eyes: make sure u tape him up w his hands behind his back

Tape Face: you got it

Shitty Hair: He’s in this chat guys he’s going to see the plan

Raccoon Eyes: whatevs we can still totally blindside him

Raccoon Eyes: ANYWAYS

Raccoon Eyes: ure all going right?????

Tape Face: ya I rsvpd a while back

Shitty Hair: Yep!! Wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Raccoon Eyes: what about u kats

Raccoon Eyes: kats???

Raccoon Eyes: KAAAAAAAAAAAAATS

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: a

Shitty Hair: I’ll text him separately

Raccoon Eyes: t

Tape Face: he probably has this muted lmao

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: !!!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: how dare u ignore us

Raccoon Eyes: after everything weve done for u!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: thought we were ur ride or die hoes

Raccoon Eyes: dont tell me ur not going!!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: im so offended

Raccoon Eyes: how could u do this to us kats

Shitty Hair: Maybe he’s at work today?

Raccoon Eyes: boo

Raccoon Eyes: how dare he prioritize wo

Raccoon Eyes: rk over us

Raccoon Eyes: his best friends

Raccoon Eyes: the suns of his life

Raccoon Eyes: the bit of happiness in the cold

Raccoon Eyes: cold

Raccoon Eyes: cold

Tape Face: coooooooooold

Raccoon Eyes: COOOOOOOOLD

Raccoon Eyes: thing he calls a heart

Shitty Hair: Lmao

Tape Face: its got a bit of warmth

Tape Face: most of it is his temper

Raccoon Eyes: boom boom POW

Raccoon Eyes: well while we wait for kats

Raccoon Eyes: help me pick some photos for the slideshow!!

Tape Face: are you doing only UA pics or some stuff since then

Tape Face: somehow iida managed to not specify lmao

Shitty Hair: The info email was like ten pages, how did he miss it

Tape Face: idk

Raccoon Eyes: ive got plenty for both!!

Raccoon Eyes: momo said pref UA pics but some new stuff is good too

Raccoon Eyes: show how far weve come n all that

Tape Face: oh cool let me get some opinions then too

Shitty Hair: Anyone have any pics of the camping trip from second year?

Raccoon Eyes: before or after todoroki and kats’ fight turned it into a icy hot springs

Shitty Hair: Both lmao but probably before it went to hell

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Raccoon Eyes: ofc ive got us chillin in the springs

Raccoon Eyes: well most of us

Raccoon Eyes: kats u never get in the water w us :C

Raccoon Eyes: lets go to the beach next time!!

Tape Face: hed prob boil the water w you in it if you dragged him in lmao

Tape Face: spicy acid time

Raccoon Eyes: id like to see him TRY

Shitty Hair: Don’t tempt him lmao

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Raccoon Eyes: i got like a shit ton more

Raccoon Eyes: should i send some of THE FIGHT

Shitty Hair: Maybe not

Tape Face: yes

Tape Face: well

Tape Face: depends on how many pissed off katsuki pics youre putting in lmao

Raccoon Eyes: OH

Raccoon Eyes: OHHHH

Raccoon Eyes: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tape Face: ?

Raccoon Eyes: dude

Raccoon Eyes: do u have the POMERANIAN pic

Tape Face: o shit

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Shitty Hair: I still think Katsuki should’ve taken that pup home

Shitty Hair: They’re matching!

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Tape Face: i also have this one

Tape Face: when she tried to bite his nose off lmao

Raccoon Eyes: kats couldve named her king explosion murder

Raccoon Eyes: or just murder

Raccoon Eyes: p sure she wouldve tried to murder kats at least o

Raccoon Eyes: nce

Tape Face: lmao she basically tried when he found her

Shitty Hair: Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t keep the pup

Tape Face: look what i found

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Raccoon Eyes: AWWWW YES

Raccoon Eyes: LOOK AT USSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: we look FABBBB

Shitty Hair: Is that from the dance?

Tape Face: ye

Raccoon Eyes: guys what if we recreate that pic at the reunion

Raccoon Eyes: the fits?

Raccoon Eyes: immaculate

Raccoon Eyes: the pose?

Raccoon Eyes: perfection

Tape Face: hotel?

Tape Face: trivago

Shitty Hair: I’m down for recreating some pics!

Raccoon Eyes: yessssss

Raccoon Eyes: u have no choice either kats u gotta do it

Raccoon Eyes: wherever u are

Shitty Hair: Oh he replied!!

Raccoon Eyes: SWEET

Raccoon Eyes: what he say

Shitty Hair: He said fuck off

Tape Face: as expected

Shitty Hair: Lmao he threatened to block me again

Tape Face: thought he said he was blocking you last week

Shitty Hair: Yea exactly

Raccoon Eyes: HOW RUDE

Raccoon Eyes: as punishment for not paying attention to us

Raccoon Eyes: im gonna send this

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Tape Face: LMAO whend you make that

Shitty Hair: Is that Katsuki with a cat face and ears

Shitty Hair: Dude I don’t know if he’s going to kill you for that or for the pink hair first lmao

Raccoon Eyes: lmao made it just now

Raccoon Eyes: well MAYBE if he ANSWERED us

Katsuki: Delete it.

Tape Face: O SHIT

Tape Face: you summoned him

Raccoon Eyes: NO I WILL NOT

Katsuki: Delete it Raccoon Eyes or else I’m coming for you.

Tape Face: are you coming for the left shoes and shittin in them

Raccoon Eyes: NOOOOOOO not my shoes!!!!!!!!

Tape Face: its just the left shoes tho

Raccoon Eyes: BUT THATS MY FAVE SIDE

Katsuki: What the fuck are you two going on about?

Raccoon Eyes: DONT COME FOR M

Raccoon Eyes: Y LEFT SHOES KATS IM SORRY

Katsuki: I’m not coming for your fucking left shoes. Or any of your shoes.

Katsuki: I will be coming for you if you don’t delete that picture, though.

Raccoon Eyes: FORGIVENESS

Raccoon Eyes: I BEG

Raccoon Eyes: PLSSSSS

Katsuki: Delete the picture.

Raccoon Eyes: ugh fiiiiiiiiiine

Raccoon Eyes: its deleted

Raccoon Eyes: i wont send it to momo for the slide show

Katsuki: Good.

Raccoon Eyes: IF U COME TO THE REUNION

Katsuki: Fuck off.

Shitty Hair: C’mon Katsuki!! It’ll be fun!!

Tape Face: ya it wouldnt do if we didnt have our exploding star

Raccoon Eyes: ill send momo WORSE if u dont come

Raccoon Eyes: nd u wont know WHAT til AFTER

Raccoon Eyes: so PLSSSSSSSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: PRETTY PLSSSSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: PLS COME TO THE REUNION

Raccoon Eyes: ill spam u a lot worse if u dont show us proof of rsvp

Raccoon Eyes: pls kaaaaaaaaats

Raccoon Eyes: kaaaaaaaaats

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: a

Katsuki: Ugh fucking fine, I’ll do the RSVP now then.

Raccoon Eyes: t

Raccoon Eyes: YAY

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): Good afternoon, Bakugou! I just wanted to confirm with you that I have received your RSVP for the Class A reunion. As a reminder, if you need to rent a room for the night or the weekend, please alert the Shinjuku Hotel staff that you are part of the Class A reunion party by next Wednesday for an event discount.

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Katsuki: Four Eyes is watching the RSVP form like a fucking hawk apparently.

Raccoon Eyes: YAAAAAY URE RSVPD!!!

Shitty Hair: You know him, always dedicated to his work

Tape Face: sweet

Raccoon Eyes: are u guys getting rooms

Tape Face: yea musutafus too far for a round trip

Tape Face: esp since itll prob end late

Shitty Hair: I got one for the weekend!

Tape Face: wbu mina

Raccoon Eyes: booked a room already!!

Raccoon Eyes: kaaaaats wbu

Raccoon Eyes: u should

Raccoon Eyes: we could have a brunch or lunch or s/t thats just us

Raccoon Eyes: plsssssss kats

Katsuki: I’ll think about it.

Tape Face: better than a no lmao

Shitty Hair: If they run out of space or if you decide last second, you can room with me dude

Raccoon Eyes: awww why not a yes

Katsuki: I haven’t asked the other Four Eyes for the time off yet.

Tape Face: is this four eyes no4 or no15

Raccoon Eyes: four eyes no69

Raccoon Eyes: no wait

Raccoon Eyes: no420

Tape Face: haha blaze it

Raccoon Eyes: BLAZE IT

Shitty Hair: It’s number 7

Katsuki: Fuck you, I don’t have that many Four Eyes saved in my phone.

Shitty Hair: I’d be surprised if you had 420 contacts period dude

Raccoon Eyes: would b hilarious tho

Katsuki: Yes, it’s Four Eyes number 7.

Shitty Hair: I was right!!

Katsuki: Why would I ask any of the other Four Eyes for time off? They’re not my fucking bosses.

Tape Face: dunno

Raccoon Eyes: idk maybe ure secretly dating one a

Raccoon Eyes: nd have to confirm that its ok

Raccoon Eyes: ARE U SECRETLY DATING A FOUR EYES

Raccoon Eyes: U HAVE TO TELL US IF U ARE

Raccoon Eyes: URE LEGALLY OBLIGATED

Tape Face: o shit

Tape Face: scandalous

Katsuki: Shut the fuck up, I’m not dating anyone, secret or not.

Raccoon Eyes: thats what they all say

Katsuki: Whatever. I’m not dating anyone.

Raccoon Eyes: kats n four eyes no420 sittin in a tree

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: i

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: i

Katsuki: I’ll blow up all of your left shoes when you’re not home.

Raccoon Eyes: n

Raccoon Eyes: NO

Raccoon Eyes: IM STOPPING DONT DO IT

Shitty Hair: Hey what do you guys think of this photo

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Tape Face: dude yes

Raccoon Eyes: AWWWW OUR FIRST BILLBOARDS AS PROS

Katsuki: Do we really need to send them pictures? It’s not like we fucking forgot this stuff already.

Tape Face: you can be a killjoy if you want lmao

Tape Face: im sure mina will send more than enough to cover for you

Raccoon Eyes: U BETCHA

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Tape Face: lmao why do you have a pic of katsuki throwing ei

Shitty Hair: I still can’t believe you did that bro

Shitty Hair: WITHOUT WARNING TOO

Katsuki: I gave you plenty of fucking warning.

Shitty Hair: Saying “I’m throwing you” AS YOU’RE THROWING ME is NOT PLENTY OF WARNING DUDE

Raccoon Eyes: im always ready to document golden moments

Katsuki: Shut the fuck up. We won the training exercise so what’s it fucking matter?

Shitty Hair: YOU THREW ME!!

Katsuki: Tape Face caught you before you could get hurt.

Shitty Hair: YOU /THREW/ ME!!!!!!

Tape Face: barely caught

Katsuki: Whatever.

Raccoon Eyes: im still impressed by how eASY u made that look

Katsuki: What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?

Raccoon Eyes: o look conveniently timed distraction photo spam

Katsuki sighed as he continued the conversation, commenting here and there on the photos his friends sent for judgement. In retrospect, he probably should have tried to talk to Shion first, since there was a chance she would have denied the time off for the reunion. Although, knowing her, she would have accepted just to force Katsuki into socializing. He opened up a new text message, figuring that if Shion did decide to deny the time off, he would at least have a screenshot to send to his friends explaining the sudden change in plans.

Katsuki: I need March 28th and 29th off.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Do my eyes deceive me? The great Katsuki Bakugou, asking for time off?

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): I’m amazed! Usually I have to ask you to take the day off!

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Nay, not ask, but force!

Katsuki: Are you going to give it to me or not?

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Depends! What do you need the time off for?

Katsuki: Class reunion.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Oh those are fun!

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Fill out the proper time off paperwork and have it on my desk by Monday. I’ll approve the time off.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Just keep your phone on you in case we need you to come in for an emergency, but I’ll try not to ruin your reunion with work.

Katsuki: Thanks.

Well, so much for an easy way out.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose when he noticed that his phone had already accumulated another thirty texts in the past few minutes, no doubt primarily from Mina. He scrolled through the backlog, sending a few mostly empty threats when he saw photos he did not want projected for the entire class to see, freezing when his gaze met a pair of familiar amber eyes.

Shit.

In his scramble to close out of the photo, to escape the genuine smile that somehow was more haunting than the one in his dreams, he left the group text completely. He briefly thanked his past self; he’d impulse or rage quit the group text plenty of times before that this wasn’t unusual behavior. If he was lucky, his friends wouldn’t have noticed the timing of his departure and would assume he was just fed up with the notifications or the conversation.

Shitty Hair: You okay, Katsuki?

A weak laugh escaped Katsuki’s lips as he read the newest notification. Of course Eijirou noticed.

Katsuki: I’m fine.

Shitty Hair: Okay

Shitty Hair: We don’t have to talk about it

Shitty Hair: But if you want to, I’m here dude

Shitty Hair: I’ll tell the others that you left so your phone would shut up and not to add you back yet

Katsuki: Thanks. Really.

Shitty Hair: No problem dude

Katsuki put his phone down, silently praying for the smile to leave him alone.

When he finally laid down for bed that night, he repeated the short prayer, for a peaceful night’s rest free of the smile, of the hurt, of the pain, of the guilt.

But as always, the smile came.

[cunningambitousdetermined]

ingenue (a random thing i wrote)

hi guys! so idk if anyone remembers but a long time ago i just kind of randomly posted this random little blurb and not long ago @rorybutnotgilmore reviewed it and im so so glad she liked it. i was messing around the other day and decided to rewrite it and make it longer with more background and... NAMES!! so here it is...

ingenue: an innocent or unsophisticated young woman

It wasn’t the first time he’d been her target. Katana hoped that it would be the last. The orchestra’s music cascaded through the doors of the great ballroom, like a tsunami ready to swallow her whole. As Katana slid her hand over the handle of the great oak, her mind sharpened to a point as sharp as the dagger strapped to her thigh. She let the door slide open and let herself get lost in the swarm of people.

“Prince Charles is our target for next week's mission” Katana had let a smile spread across her face. "He is attending a ball next week on Friday. We will be sending in one agent to take him out. As you all must know, we have been trying to take Charles out for quite some time. He seems to be smarter than we originally anticipated and has lots of luck on his side. But, despite that, I trust that this will be our last ‘attempt’ and rather a success.” The Director had clasped her hands together, eagle-like gaze cutting through the room of girls. Katana’s flutter of hope pattered out at the Director’s words. They seemed to be directed at her, though the Director’s cold eyes never found hers. The prince had slipped out of her grasp too many times to count and it infuriated her to no end. She would’ve liked another chance to put his arrogant, smirking face away for good. Sighing, she guessed it was probably for the best. At least this time she wouldn’t have a chance to screw it up. The girls all around her stood up at once, filing out of the room, whispers of who was to be assigned flitting from each of their delicate lips. Katana stood to go as well when she heard her name. “Katana,” She turned slowly, grimacing in apology. As predicted, the Director stood behind her, looking regal as always.

“Yes, ma’am?” Katana kept her eyes trained to the ground but she could feel the Directors stare burning a hole through her forehead.

“The mission is for you.” Katana’s head snapped forward in shock, meeting the eyes of her superior. “I want him out. I want a clean, perfectly executed extraction and lights out. I know what this mission means to you, but he is too important to the bigger picture to let him get away when we cannot guarantee his silence. This is your last chance.” Katana couldn’t find it in her to shut her mouth. She gaped, open-mouthed, as the Director swept from the room. As her footsteps faded from the hall, Katana had felt her mind begin to race. There was so much to do.

The ball was in full swing as Katana swept down the staircase. She was a vision in a stunning red ball gown, hair was done up in a sort of a braid crown. She looked every bit like a princess. But if anyone had paid attention to look closer you could see the glint of malice in her eye. A small hint of the black band that held her knife peeking out from the slit in her dress. People danced, girls spinning, the music rising and falling, but Katana’s eyes sought out just one figure. Her gaze locked onto him. Charles. He stood at the back of the room, his black suit cut perfectly to frame his toned body. He threw his head back in laughter, his eyes lighting up and a smile overtaking his sharp features. Katana shoved down the little flutter her heart did at the sight. This was not the time to lose sight of her mission. He was a target. A tap at her shoulder made her flinch, ready for battle. The man standing behind her jumped, startled by her reaction.

“So sorry, madam!” he apologized, reaching his hand to rub the back of his neck in a very boyish gesture. “I was only wondering if you would like to dance?” Katana affixed an easy grin to her face and took his outstretched hand. He led her to the floor, taking her waist as they started to dance. “I’m Michael,” he said, “and you?”

“Ka-” Katana’s mind raced, a name, she needed a new name. “Kourtney!” she nearly yelled, “My name is Kourtney,” she repeated, softer this time. He smiled and as he did, his eyes scrunched up just a bit. The music rose and his grip tightened on her hand as she spun. She played along with him, smiling and laughing, but she kept her eyes trained on how much closer they were getting to the prince. She glanced back to the prince’s corner once more, calculating the distance between them. She was lost in thought, plotting her escape from Michael when the prince’s gaze met hers. She watched in horror as his eyes widened in surprise. She wrenched her gaze away, quickly letting Michael spin her away and praying he didn’t recognize her.

“I’m so sorry, Michael,” Katana spread what she hoped was an apologetic look across her face, “I’m getting a bit thirsty, can we take a break?” She bats her eyelashes at him and he smiled even bigger.

“Of course! Silly me, I should’ve asked that first. I’ll go get us drinks.” He led her to a table and set off to find a waiter. She waiting until he had rounded the corner to turn away and quickly make her way toward Charles. His black tux came into view as he began to walk toward a table. Katana quickened her pace to catch him, nearly tripping over her heels. He was just an arms reach away now and she let herself fall forward, crashing into Prince Charles’s back. He whipped around, arms swooping Katana up and holding her by the waist.

“Your Highness! I’m so sorry, I- I must’ve tripped. Please forgive me, I am so sorry your Highness!” Katana didn’t have to fake her blush, she could feel the redness heating her cheeks at his large fingers gripping her sides.

His eyes widened for just a moment and her heart stopped. He knows, she thought, of course, he knows. But then, she blinked at it was gone. A charming smile spread across his face as he continued to help her up to standing. “No, no. It’s fine. You know what they say, the ladies all fall for me,” he smirked and chuckled at his joke. He looked up and started, confidence falling for just a moment. “Do I know you?”

Katana let her gaze drop bashfully, “No sir, I’m sure I would remember. But I am very sorry, your highness. Sir.” Katana felt her cheek flush darker as she faked the awkwardness that she hoped came off as charming. She knew it worked as the prince’s grin grew and his eyes scrunched up.

Charles cleared his throat, “Well, now that you’ve so elegantly fallen for me, I’m sure you would like a dance?” He let her waist go and extended a hand forward, gaze boring in on her.

Katana’s eyes pinned a corner on the other end of the room where you couldn’t be seen except for guests who would find themselves in the coat closet for the night and knew that that was where she had to end up. Ignoring the reflex to roll her eyes, she took a deep breath and put her hand in his. “It would be an honor,”

He led them onto the dance floor, hand tightening on her waist. The people swirled around them but Katana could feel his eyes trying to catch hers. Finally, as he twirled them around, she let her eyes meet his. The music seemed to slow, his eyes were so pretty, had they always been that way? He smirked at her in the cocky way that made Katana want to roll her eyes. The people around them had become blurs and Katana let her mind wander, get lost in the daze of the ball. The first time that she’d seen him was 10 years ago. He was in the royal portrait that was hung everywhere. She remembered thinking he looked very sad and that night she had prayed that he would be happy. The next time she heard about him was 3 years after that. His face was cut off on the side of the screen that displayed the king. The king had been the target that night but Katana didn’t know what that meant. She knew that the king was evil. He tore families apart. Families like hers. But when she found out they killed him, it didn’t seem fair to leave the boy all alone. This time, though, she didn’t pray for him. The first time she met him, he was her target. Her first assignment. It was just information gathering. She went on a date with him. Despite heavy makeup, a wig, and a fake name, she found herself forgetting that this was a mission. He was nice, gentlemanly, and funny. She liked him and that terrified her. But he was the enemy. It was easy to hate him when his council was still tearing families apart. It was easy to hate him when you saw him on tv with a smirk on his face and 3 girls on each arm. She watched as the charming boy she had met, put on a mask, and became what the people thought he was. And now, Katana liked to believe that the mask never came off.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Charles’s deep voice broke through her train of thought and as she met his gaze, she could see the wall of the secluded corner over his shoulder.

“Oh, nothing. Just admiring the ball,” she said hoping to add some wistfulness into her tone.

“It is very beautiful isn’t it?” he replied, following her gaze to the crowd. She at him questioningly. That wasn’t something that he would say normally. He should’ve said something like “Oh, well you must know, I’m so rich and I have many balls” but he didn’t. He caught her gaze and chuckled. “You must think I’m going soft in the head,” he looked almost embarrassed. It wasn’t a normal expression she saw from him. But then he looked back up and any softness had vanished. The corner was there, she just needed to seize the opportunity. She stepped forward but her foot slipped on the prince’s shining shoe and she fell again into the circle of his arms.

“Oh god, I’m sorry” This time Katana was very genuine about it, “you must think in such an ingenue!” Katana gathered herself quickly and led them toward her targeted spot. This was perfect. What she didn’t see, was the widening of the prince’s eyes.

“Oh- I- it’s fine- ingenue?-” Charles stumbled over his words and his feet but Katana already had him pinned against the walls. “What? Oh, hey…” The smirk returned. I get it, but let’s- ARGH” His voice was cut off with a choke.

“Oh princey, your the only ingenue around,” Katana smirked, letting her awkwardness slide off her and the adrenaline rush through her veins as she wrapped her fingers around his blue tie and yanked it. She let her other hand fall to the small bulge in her dress where her dagger rested on her thigh. Her fingers brushed the metal of the hilt and a small part of her ached to stop. She shouldn’t. She had to. But in her moment of hesitation, she felt the metal slip from her grasp.

“Oh, babe, my little ingenue” Katana’s heart stopped, his hands. They held her dagger.

“But- how?- I- how did you know?” Katana choked out. Ingenue. God, she was so dumb.

Prince Charles grabbed Katana by the waist and flipped her, pinning her to the wall. Her dagger in his hand went up, killing position. Aimed for the heart. Katana stopped breathing. Her blood ran cold, the pit in her stomach larger than life. She closed her eyes waiting for death’s cold fingers to take her away. A sickening crack resounded in her ear and her chest stilled, waiting for the pain. She let her eyes crack open and she found Charles’s eyes on hers. He turned his gaze to the side and she followed it to her dagger. It was embedded in the wall. He smirked, a Cheshire cat, His hands copper her cheeks, leaning in close, warm breath whispering against her ear and down her neck. “Darling, why must you always kill the mood?”

if you are reading this... thank you for reading this far!! i hope you liked it? tagging some people i hope don't mind even to i tag them a lot to see if they like this thing: @iamninaanna @voidmalfoy @pad-foots @le-weasley-simp @ravenclaw-reblogs

[bobbymckenzie]

If you’re doing a slowburn Bobby route, do you think the speech he held for Mc on day 22 would’ve been different? By that I mean would he have mentioned them not getting together until now and him liking for so long, something like that?

oh yeah definitely!!! i think he’d spend more time talking about how lucky he was to catch her eye, and how long he’d been wanting to be with her. i actually got my friends to send me screenshots of the speech at the recoupling so i could try to rewrite it!

[disclaimer, im rewriting the whole thing bc it’s so bland if ur on a slowburn route. bobby should’ve given mc more than that !!! also thank you @nuggobby​ love u queen ur the absolute best!]

[as always, using my mc sabrina] [roughly 1k words]

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His phone pinged, finally, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know he was up next. He was the last guy to recouple. And he was losing it.

“Looks like I’m going last, guys,” he chuckled nervously, garnering a few scattered laughs, but he could tell no one’s heart was in it.

Everyone, him included, were on the edge of their seats. He took a deep, but shaky breath to steady himself, eyes closed. He exhaled, opening his eyes, a resolve that surprised him burning in his chest, igniting as soon as he locked eyes with Sabrina. 

“This... is honestly one of the easiest decisions I’ve made since I’ve been in the Villa. I think any time I’m with her things get a lot easier for me,” he said, mirroring the soft smile that slowly lit up her face. “I can definitely laugh easier, since she can go toe to toe with my banter, which is hard to do.” A few people laughed, the atmosphere lightening, despite the heavy decision he had to make.

“I...” he trailed off, still staring at her –– only her. Everything he was saying was for her ears only and the rest of the islanders were just lucky spectators. “I’ve got to be honest, it’s hard for me to even tell you how I feel about her, because I’m losing my train of thought just looking at her. I mean, she’s beautiful!”

She pouted and mouthed “awe” at him, making a heart shape with her hands.

“I spent a lot of time wishing I was with her, and that we’d have a chance to try this thing out properly. And now that I’m here, right now, doing it... it doesn’t feel real?” He blew air out of his cheeks, running a hand over his locs.

“I’m kind of bricking it because it’s like my brain is convincing me this is just a dream, and that I’ll wake up any second now. Somebody wanna pinch me?” He joked, before making a spectacle of pinching himself on the ass and making a face.

Sabrina cackled from across the fire pit, clapping with glee at his stupid joke. It gave him the last push he needed to cross the finish line.

“Y’know, I love being her friend but... I think I’ll love being able to kiss her and hold her even more, if she’ll let me,” he watched her expression, searching her face for the consent he desperately wanted.

Despite his chat with her, and the rumors floating around the villa that got back to him about Sabrina wanting to couple up with him, he still couldn’t believe it – not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t believe his dream girl reciprocated his affections. He was used to pining and being let down easily, not actually getting the girl.

She rolled her lips, trying to hold back a smile. She gave a soft nod, a moment shared between them that belonged to no one else. Nothing stood in their way – except for Bobby’s ramblings.

Before he realized what he was doing, his legs were moving, and he was jogging across the fire pit to where she stood on the lawn. He held his hand out, a silent plead for her to go along with his bit (she grabbed it eagerly, hand fitting into his like a perfect match), before dropping down to one knee.

The girls gasped, and he could hear Gary teasing him from afar, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the goofy grin on her face.

He knew the camera crew was eating it up, but he didn’t do it for publicity. He wanted to remember that moment forever, and he couldn’t do it from standing across the fire pit. He cursed himself internally for already being clingy, but he couldn’t help it. He was enamored with everything about her. And he’d waited long enough to be hers.

“I heard a guy in Casa Amor did this and it didn’t work, so I’m holding out hope that you’ll let me down easy if it’s too cheesy – ha! that rhymed,” he laughed, squeezing her hand.

She gripped back, and used her free hand to pinch his cheek between her thumb and pointer finger. “You’re so cute,” she mouthed.

“Will you couple up with me, the class clown of the villa? I promise I’ll try my hardest to make you laugh every day, no matter how embarrassing it –”

Wordlessly, she yanked his arm up, forcing him to his feet, and wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss – their first.

She tasted better than he ever could’ve predicted. Her lips were softer than in the kiss he’d daydreamed about. It was like kissing a cloud. A marshmallow. A flaky pastry, even. And she smelled just as good.

Just as he parted his lips, nearly forgetting the world around him, she pulled back, pressing her forehead against his.

“You’re my clown, now,” she giggled, breathless, pecking his lips again before stepping back, hands still intertwined.

It was a cliche moment for cheering, but the Villa had already erupted into a chorus of whoops and claps, their excitement reverberating throughout the night. Everyone in the villa loved Bobby and Sabrina for the same reasons, and had been secretly rooting for them, a fact that they didn’t know til it was nearly too late. A phone pinged, cutting through their excitement.

Gary picked up the phone next to him and read it, his guffaw cutting through the silence. “You know you have to do it the proper way now, mate? We have to reset because you did it wrong,” Gary said, grinning, waving his phone. “You got a warning.”

“Well damn, I guess I messed that up,” he laughed, rubbing his thumb across her hand.

“No, that was perfect,” she leaned in to give him a soft peck. “The kiss, the speech, you... I’m so glad you picked me, Bobby.”

“You gonna pick me again?” She teased, tapping his nose with the pad of her finger.

“If I could choose any day of my life so far for my own Groundhog Day movie, it’d be today, no contest. I’d choose you every time,” he said, lip quirked up at the side, in a shy half smile that made her heart flutter.

And it was even better hearing him say how he much he wanted her the second time around.

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[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#33)

I’m back, I’m back! So here’s what happened...I watched 5x10 on October 1, never edited my note about it, then ended up taking an inadvertent break from watching until now. Idk why, but i needed a break from like...watching tv i hadn’t seen before. Anyone else have that habit of watching things you’ve already seen when you’re going through an anxious period? Starting a new job in the same month as the 2020 presidential election fit the bill, and i wanted to really immerse myself in the final three episodes of this amazing show properly so i decided to wait until i was feeling it! Anyway to the like three people who enjoy my recaps, i hope you enjoy these last four recaps.

So without further ado, aforementioned Oct 1 recap, now edited and underneath the cut:

5x10 yoooo I have never been so amused by Buddy Garrity in my life + TIM so here we go:

TIM RIGGINS RETURNS?! Yay!!! (This is my reaction just from seeing him in the “previously on.”)

Eric’s getting recruited at a ~fancy~ restaurant! Oh shitttt

“That, right there, marks the end of the East Dillon Lions football program led by Coach Eric Taylor.” “...It’s a crate of oranges.” “Yeah, and it’s from the sunshine state. From Florida! And that can only mean one thing—year round sunshine and college funding.” Lmao alarmist Buddy is hilarious and actually not wrong here. Lol incredulous Levi: “you got all that from a crate of oranges?!”

#OperationGetTimOut!! Is Eric going to speak for him as a character witness?

I *knew* that phone call from Oklahoma Tech wasn’t gonna be good. Ohhhhh Vince you should’ve listened to Eric~~~

Oh shit everyone’s buzzing about “losing their kingmaker” and it’s playoff time! Love a good car radio scene. “So how was it honey, are we moving to Florida?” Lol

“Dad, maybe we should just talk to Coach. I need to be focused on this game on Friday night, getting my spot back.” Yes Vince stand up for yourself, take a break from those meetings! I am fearful of his dad’s true reaction tho.

“Expelling Epyck, that was a good start.” Omfg some of these teachers are too cruel! That is a severely traumatized child, ma’am!

“Impromptu speeches...” “Impromptu means not planned, Buddy.” “Okay, then promptu.” I’M LIVING for these Buddy and Levi interactions omg hilarious.

“A man can’t leave if you erect a statue in his honor.” “A plaque?” “You got money for that?!” I cannot omfgggg Levi and Buddy should take this show on the road!

Tami’s “Oh Levi you are too much.” That’s a nice way to say “fuck you” for making her take a personal day to go speak on a panel he TOLD her she’s speaking at? Smh this is why staff needs unions.

Lmao Buddy is being so extra with Eric, I can’t

...and enter Billy, here to ask Eric a favor...

“Tim Riggins? One of the best fullbacks in the great state of Texas? The boy my girl fell in love with? Yeah I’ll do that.” Damn Buddy has a crush on Tim Riggins too!! I get it dude same.

“I believe in loyalty, Billy. Sticking with your people, through good and bad.” SO EXTRA LMAO

“Hey coach you going to Florida?” “I was planning on going home and I suggest you do too, Tinker.” Ugh poor Eric having to deal with all of these rumors and the team being endlessly curious right before the playoffs!

Awww Tami’s excited about the Florida houses. “Three years with a two year option.” Damn. Aw the way that Eric looks at Tami and you know he wants to give her everything she wants 🥺

Omggg now Buddy is making the players talk up Eric Taylor 😂 his scheming truly kills me

Becky and Luke tossing a football, so precious!

Ah, there’s more to life than college football, Luke! “No one wants me.” “I want you.” Aww Becky.

Aw Billy is getting so frustrated trying to write his speech for Tim. “It sounds ridiculous.” “No it doesn’t. You’re a good brother.” Oh Mindy 🥺 fuck prisonssss he should not feel like his words have so much bearing on his brother’s literal freedom!

Yes to Vince going to Eric and agreeing to earn his way back! That’s the Vince we know and love!

I love Eric telling Tami about Tim’s parole hearing. “You going to do it?” “You bet i’m going to do it.” My heart! The way there’s no question about it 🥺

Andddd Vince’s dad predictably refuses to let up with the recruiters. But this time Vince is standing up to him!

Yesss Vince, walk away! Especially after his dad yelled at him like that; this is not your life, it’s Vince’s!

“Don’t whack her. Just a little love tap.” LMAO Luke, Tinker, Becky, and a pig. Luke is giving Tinker pageant advice for Tinker at a competition with the pig?? I can’t, that’s weirdly so cute. Becky clearly finds it cute.

Omg Tim in his all-white prison uniform I HATE THISSS

OMGGGG “I don’t want Billy to speak, he’s done enough damage.” Fuck this is gonna fuck Billy UP. But also fair...I mean, Billy DOES tend to be a fuck up?? Isn’t that how we got here?

Yessss Tami going off explaining that standardized testing isn’t the end all be all!!

“what would you have us do, meet with every kind in the state?” “Yes I would.” to a round of applause. GO OFF QUEEN TAMI TAYLOR

Yes Coach Taylor! Give us one of your epic speeches!

Poor Tim looks like he has a lot of self hatred sitting here listening to Eric talking about him 🥺

“I asked him to be an assistant coach because of his character off the field.” YES

lol Buddy Garrity getting up to speak even tho he’s not on the list 🤣

“He’s like family to me.” OH BUDDYYYY he’s coming through with a full time job for Tim when he comes out?????? Tim’s smile of relief.

“It’s time for you to let Tim Riggins come home.” YESSSSS

AW Tim sent Eric letters from prison?? My poor babe. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit more.” “I’m sorry I let you down.” “You didn’t and that’s not why I’m here.” IM EMOTIONAL

Holy shit Vince’s dad is STILL not letting up? “I’m your father. I know what’s right.” “that is enough! Get off his back!” “He needs a father, not an agent!” YES REGINA GO OFFFFF she finally snapped!

(It’s wild how Coach possibly leaving is being used in this fight in Vince’s family. Oh, Dillon!)

Oh shit Billy is yelling at both Becky and Mindy, clearly very affected by what Tim said at his parole hearing. “You did everything you could and that makes all the difference.” Aww Mindy, and Billy apologized! Too much stress for such a young family! Also unrelated but Mindy looks mad hot for the athletic banquet.

Awww I love getting to see the other teams stand up. Yeah cross country, yes girls volleyball!!!

Man, playing a sport in Texas that’s not football must suck, look at that insane applause for football vs. weak for everyone else

Buddy giving Gracie a lil t-shirt and saying, “clear eyes, full hearts...you know it?” And they’re all like “can’t...lose” and Gracie giggles! Ok that’s cute af

Omg the tension between Jess and Vince!! “Jess, I miss you. I miss you.” 🥺 aw yeah she blew him off for her brothers

Wow they made it to the playoffs for the first time in 25 years?? Well here comes Buddy’s All Hail Eric Taylor pageant. Lmao

Awww these heartfelt addresses from the team members on how much Eric Taylor has changed their lives??? Manipulative, Buddy, really. He knows what he’s doing.

Yesss Eric, give Tami that massage. See y’all, this is what being a good man looks like.

“It had the desired effect. It sure made you think twice about leaving Dillon.” “It’s a hell of an offer. I’d own that building. They have funding.” “Mmm and oranges. Don’t forget about oranges.” “Mmm that pool.” They wanna leave.

“You know what I want more than anything right now? I wanna bring these boys to state.” “I know you do.” “They deserve it.” “I know they do. But after you do that, this offer is something to think about. Because you deserve that.” Ugh I know I say it a lot but since we’re in the final four episodes now and I’m mostly talking into the void anyway — god, what a model of a wonderful and gentle and loving and communicative marriage! I am continually floored!

Becky with cowboy boots at Luke’s farm works. And ooh Luke’s mom said hi to her?? Progress!!

Aw they’re talking about how pretty they find Luke’s farm as he tries to imagine a future here in Dillon. “I have an amazing imagination. I see your next game, and you’re winning.” Awww Becky is such a cute girlfriend.

What a cute shot of Luke and Becky on the farm, “you ever think you could imagine living on a farm?” “Sure.” AWWW

Vince at Eric’s door on game day?!!! He’s asking Eric not to take the offer to Shane State when he’s supposed to already be at the field house!?!

“Having you as a coach is one of the best things to happen to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Either in jail or in a ditch somewhere.” Damn forget Buddy this shit is from the HEART

Eric tells him to get in the damn car and tells him he’s starting!! “You know what your problem is? You ask too many damn questions.”

AHHHHH TIM IS HOME! Showered in a flannel! My heart! He salutes Becky with a beer!

Aww Billy is so excited to have his brother home.

It seems uneasy in the home. Coming back from prison is hard.

And here they go, heading onto the bus with signs and cheers!

“I’ll tell you, this is an away game, but you look around here at the community tonight and the young players that I have playing for me, and the character they got—no matter where this community goes, that’s home.”

Damn Eric just announced he was planning to stay home in Dillon to the press. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” says Tami. “I love you.” and with the FNL theme song playing aghkliyb I’m not ready for the final three episodes ahhh!!!