#people get so shy about yelling about it in public or directly at me and i get it i get it sooo much but also.

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yes!!! getting good grade in farcille!!!

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The mcl boys with a deaf s/o ?

MY CANDY LOVE; routes with a deaf S/O

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CASTIEL

Being realistic, at first he was a bit mean because he didn’t know how to have patience.

When you both met in high school, he didn’t know you existed because you never talked to him, and there was a good reason after all. It wasn’t until you both were in a team project that he got to know of your existence and realized that you were actually deaf. He tried calling your attention a few times, even yelling at you, but there was no use. Lysander had to inform him about your condition when he saw how mad the red-haired guy was getting.

Castiel felt bad for thinking you were a clumsy shy person. He tried to be patient, but when he was in high school, his patience was notorious thanks to the lack of it. He waved at you to call for your attention and communicate with you by basic signs, like pointing at some stuff, nodding or shaking his head.

He ended up using his phone to communicate with you through messages, and there he realized that you were an interesting person after all.

He is observant so he analyzed the way people communicated with you, being aware that he had to face you directly and get your attention. 

During his free time he learns sign language to have more communication with you, but also to impress you a little. He mainly did it because he also thought that it’d be more comfortable for you if he was more communicative in person than in messages, as he used to be.

He used to beat up those who dared to make fun of you when you weren’t looking at them.

So sometimes you’d see that Castiel was missing for a week, and he’d simply say that it was because he was sick or something. He wants to protect you from the negativity and bullshit of other people.

With years the communication got more fluent and he definitely didn’t regret learning sign language for you. 

He may get confused with some signs at first, using them wrongly and accidentally saying the wrong stuff. To fail like that made him really embarrassed…

He also worked his patience thanks to your relationship and because he loves you and respects you enough to not mind repeating stuff in sign language when he accidentally tried to vocally talk to you first.

He sometimes is glad that you are deaf so he can practice some songs with his guitar late at night. He’d warn first that he would go to sleep late as he’d be practicing for future concerts.

Just so you know that he is there, he keeps a hand on your left shoulder or the small of your back. It is very characteristic of him , so you quickly realize it is him who is touching you.

Whenever you both are in public and someone tries to talk to you, without knowing about your condition, he basically translates it to you after they are done speaking.

NATHANIEL

When you first came to high school, he was well informed about your condition and he had no problem adapting to it. When he got the knowledge about it, he practiced sign language for the day you came to school. He is surprisingly good at it and you were relieved that there was someone in there who knew how to communicate with you.

He made you feel welcomed there, and that was his main goal. He knew that his sister would probably make fun of you and he made sure to stop her before she did anything. If anyone dared to make fun of you, he’d gladly send them to receive a scolding from the director.

Nathaniel has a natural charm which made you feel safe as the first person that helped you to know the school better, so you relied on his company.

He has trained his patience thanks to his sister, and not only that but he can be patient when he likes what he is doing. When he acknowledges that his company is positively received by you, he’d be even more glad to help you with anything you may need. 

Whenever there is a third participant in the conversation, he has gotten used to talking and using sign language at the same time so both of you and the other person can get the information at the instant.

Even years later, the condition of you being deaf has not been any problem for any of you. Sometimes he likes to be in a quiet environment, and knowing he is beside someone who brings him peace and is not yelling just as the household he used to stand it’s simply perfect.

He wouldn’t even allow you to think less of yourself for being deaf, even if it has its difficulties. You are still a lovely person and that is the only thing that matters to him.

There is a subtle smile on his face every time he is focusing his attention on you. He gets lost mid-sentence when he is signing to you, simply because he got distracted by your beauty. It is amusing to see how he gets confused with the signs and then excuses himself by saying that you are too beautiful for his attention.

He is very attentive, so it is easy to get his attention whenever you need something.

LYSANDER

He knew there was a new student who was deaf, but he had no interest in getting to know you at first. He is quite the introvert and prefers to be on his own, as he also finds it difficult to take the initiative.

Still, he was aware that maybe you were lost during the first weeks, and more in a place where people weren’t used to communicating through sign language. He himself didn’t know really well how to communicate like that, but he used his famous notebook to talk with you, even if he lost it lots of times.

You will, once again, be a victim of his notebook research. There is no escape.

He is extremely patient and attentive when it comes to communication. He would like to learn sign language directly from you, but he would also end up learning it on his own so he doesn’t bother you that much during your free time.

At first he might seem really confused when not being able to identify too good your signs, so you’d have to be slow and patient as well.

He always carries a notebook around in case his knowledge fails to let him communicate with you. It is quite cute how he gets frustrated when he doesn’t remember a sign correctly.

Hey but it is a truly nice detail of him to dedicate a big part of his notebook to you, as he will leave some white sheets to write things to you. During class you two would communicate like that and fortunately teachers wouldn’t mind as they know what his intentions are after all.

With years, he will make sure to make his knowledge of sign language more fluent, and you might find him some days learning on his own.

He admires your strength in a world where not many people will be able to communicate with you due to the lack of knowledge of sign language.

Whenever he realizes someone is judging you, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and make sure that you keep his attention on him so you ignore them.

In the future, after high school, he will check his notebook to see the first times he communicated with you before he learnt sign language, smiling at the little conversations you had through a simple pen and a paper.

KENTIN

He is your childhood best friend and has grown up learning how to communicate as you also learnt sign language, so you both basically learnt at the same time. He has always been patient and good to you.

Communication has been no problem since the beginning with him!

Maybe when you both were little kids there were a lot of misunderstandings because… well, you both were kids.

His eyes were always on you, making sure you didn’t feel left out at any moment and that you could understand everything others’ said. 

Even after the military school he kept being the same loving guy as always (I love him). But now he had more confidence that if anyone dared to laugh at you, they’d pay it hard later.

Kentin wants to make sure you are comfortable and happy no matter your condition. Because being conditioned to hear doesn't mean that you do not deserve to be happy or not enjoy your life. He is well aware of your insecurity of not being able to hear, but you are still a human who doesn't have the fault of having been born this way. You are even more human than other humans. Kentin will be there whenever you overthink about your condition making you less. He believes you are a loving person and will definitely prove that you can enjoy the experiences that life offers!

He knows how to call your attention and when you want his, and whenever you ask for his, he drops everything he is doing to check on you.

He might not have patience with everyone, but his patience never ends when it comes to you. 

He is kind of scared of something happening to you when you go outside on your own since you can’t hear anything. That's why whenever you are going out he begs you to please look around calmly and be truly careful with the people and cars around you. He doesn't want to overwhelm you by always being beside you, but if he can accompany you wherever you want, he'd be more relaxed.

ARMIN

The first time he tried to talk to you in class, and he literally was even yelling to the point everyone turned around to see him like ???

You realized something was happening when everyone turned around in a certain direction. When you turned around to check what was happening, you saw Armin frowning and looking at you as he moved his lips but without making any sound. You found yourself in the same situation as other times in which a person talked to you without knowing you’re deaf. You signed him and at first, he didn’t even realize you meant that you are deaf, until other classmates told him.

He felt truly sorry when he realized he was angrily calling for your attention when you didn’t hear a single thing from him. 

He knows nothing about sign language and at first the communication would be through reading his lips or messages through the phone. Sometimes he forgot that you were deaf, making it difficult to communicate, and more when he spoke so fast that you found it harder to read his lips.

Still, he found comfort and liking in your company.

He likes it when you are the one teaching him sign language, even if he is lazy. Still, he wants to communicate comfortably with you and feels like he owes you all the comfort he can give you.

He is bad with it… even years later. There is basic communication, and he makes his deepest effort on learning it correctly because he loves you and wants you to be good in your relationship. 

The communication will mainly be through writing messages and his clumsy sign language. He understands you better than signing himself. He probably signs in the wrong order most of the time, but you get to understand him most of the time.

The first things he learnt to say were mainly stuff related to videogames…

One of the good things is that when you are sleeping and he is playing games late at night, he gets to yell at people and curse them with all his rage. He used to get scolded by his parents or Alexy, and now he can be free to scream with no fear. Even though if you hear just a little, he will be respectful and not yell because he definitely doesn’t want to disturb your sleep.

RAYAN

The moment he knew there was a student in his class who was deaf, he had no problem with it and found it exciting that he was finally able to put in practice his knowledge of sign language. I believe that he is the kind of person to join random classes such as cooking, learning languages, learning how to do some creative stuff… simply to spend his time and improve his skills. 

One of the very first classes he joined randomly was sign language and he found interest in it. When he got you as his student, he had no problem. There was barely a barrier with communication.

As he did the class he was also signing so you understood from him. Sometimes he got quiet to sign, forgetting about speaking because he was focused on communicating with you and keeping your attention.

During your relationship, things go slow as a regular one. He considers that your condition doesn’t stop him from anything in particular. He can still have reading dates with you, go to the museum with you, go have a coffee with you… And mainly, he can have a good laugh with you too.

Just as Nathaniel, whenever he communicates with a third person and you are there, he naturally translates his words into sign language. Even if he isn't a part of a conversation and you look at him with an expression of “help me” since the other person doesn’t know that you are deaf, he will help you to understand.

He will never interpret any bad thing that has been said about you. He simply makes the conversation end and then you two go to somewhere else that’s nicer.

If you like reading, he shares his books with you. You will find small notes in the sides of the text, indirectly commenting some stuff to you.

If you don’t have hearing aids yet, he will get them for you. He wants your deepest wishes to become true no matter what. Yet whenever you wear them he’ll forget that you wear them and will keep signing to you.

HYUN

When he met you in the Cozy Bear Café, he thought that you hated him since you ‘ignored’ him. He became quite sad and confused at first, trying to call your attention but seeing that you were looking at the other side. It wasn’t until he dared to approach more and you signed to him that you couldn’t hear that he realized what happened.

It was a big relief for him to know that you didn’t hate him, he simply wasn’t able to get your attention as good as he’d like.

Unfortunately he found himself not knowing truly well how to communicate with you, and his main option would be through the notepad of the café, where he’d talk to you.

Hyun hated to be very nervous around you because he didn’t want to make you feel ignored or bad because he didn’t communicate with you. He wanted to be around you more. He wanted to be someone you could rely on no matter what.

He admires your effort when you work in the Café and your patience with everyone. He gives you small notes of compliments to cheer you up as you work as he finds endearing your presence.

He felt weird at the beginning with the awkward silence there was in the environment, but he got used to it and definitely enjoyed sitting beside you with no fear of being in silence. He finds your breathing comforting.

He joined signing language classes even if he mainly communicates through notes and physical contact. 

Hyun has no fear in scolding your boss if she ever dares to make any comment or consider you less just because you are deaf. You are one more in the work, your dignity deserves to be respected.

He confessed to you with a bucket of flowers and a small note that said “I like you a lot” with some hearts drawn around. It was pretty cheesy of him but it was cute to see him blush as never before during that moment.

Whenever he goes to work he leaves a note in your nightstand like ‘have a nice day!’, ‘make sure to eat and drink properly’...

Whenever you aren’t wearing your hearing aids, he’d simply take advantage to mutter how beautiful you were as you were giving him your back. He admires you like a fool in love. 

Wearing hearing aids would be an easier way to communicate between you and Hyun, as he’d be able to talk and also to understand your signs clumsily. He’ll always repeat what you signed in a confused tone to check if he got it right.

PRIYA 

She is very observant, so when she sees you from afar that you sign to another classmate that you are deaf, she simply keeps it in mind for the moment she needs to communicate something to you.

When she first communicates with you, she goes directly in front of you to get your attention and with that kind and sweet smile of hers she starts signing at you.

Just like Rayan, Priya decided to learn sign language simply because she was interested in learning it, and also because she thought that knowing it would open opportunities for her to get to know more people and make deaf people feel included when she was around.

Oh and thanks to this knowledge she got to meet you and she will always be satisfied with learning sign language.

Things do not really change in your relationship due to your condition. She keeps communicating with you naturally and believes that you being deaf isn’t a limit in your relationship.

She will save with you, giving you a part of his money if you do not have hearing aids because she would like you to hear about the good things life has, just as the sounds of nature or some good music. She is aware that it is overwhelming to wear hearing aids when you aren’t used and then you suddenly hear everything. 

Priya is always attentive to your reactions and your feelings, so the moment she sees you being anxious or something about your state, she’s gonna bring you to somewhere more calm so you can relax and rest your ears. 

She has a lot of words to say when someone disrespects you. She will argue for as long as needed until that person apologizes to you and she signs you to not forgive them because they do not deserve it.

With Priya your dignity and self-being will always be protected because she will make sure you are alright and not affected by any of this.

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Number 456(Seong Gi-Hun x Reader Smut)

Summary: You and Gi-Hun meet during the Squid Games and join alliances. What happens when he tries to protect you from the night fights?

Warnings: Age gap, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk, mention of death. 

You didn’t notice him, when you first arrived or even at the first game. He didn’t really stand out. He was shy and quiet. But so were you. No one looked or even acknowledged you and if you were being honest you didn’t mind. A lot of the people in there were rough and brutal. 

After the first game you were struck with fear and terror. You didn’t know what to do but you wanted out. You stood in the ground as several players begged for them to be free. You would have joined them, you should have joined them but then a man appeared in the front of the crowd saying that if everyone voted for whether they would like to stay or not.

That's when you noticed him. He was the first to vote. His tall figure walked up slowly as he reached to two options. He pressed to end the game. You sighed at his choice, he was smart. You were only about 10 people behind him. You also chose to end the game, only a sane person would. 

As you turned away from the panels you made eye contact with him. He was staring directly at you. He sent you a small smile you were guessing it was because of your choice. At the end of it the final decision was to leave. 

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After a long drive of being tied and blindfolded. You were suddenly thrown out of a car with another person. He started to scream for someone to help him.

“Hey! Hey! I’m right here.” You yelled back at him. Your hands met his face and grabbed the blind fold off. As Gi-Hun was able to see again his eyes adjusted to the street lights he turned to you. Blind folded as well, hands tied and in your underwear. He did a double take as he stared down at your almost naked form. 

“Please untie me.” You whined to him. He moved his attention towards your hands and moved his mouth down. He started to skillfully untie it with his teeth. Soon the knot was undone. As your hands were free you untied your feet. You then took off your blindfold. You turned to see the man next to you in just his boxers. You examined his body, a lean long figure with toned abs flexed as he struggled against his restraints. You were distracted until he finally caught your attention by kicking one of your legs with his tighten ones. 

“Right sorry.” You bent down to untie his hands and legs. Gi-Hun rolls his wrists as they were free from their confines. He stood up and you followed his lead. Now here the both of you were standing in the middle of the street in the dark wearing just your under garments. 

You turned your attention to the ground to see your clothes spilled around the road. You quickly shifted through the things to find your own. You remember wearing a white shirt when getting picked up so you grabbed the first one on the ground. As you slipped it over your head, you realized how big it seemed to be on you. Maybe you lost weight while at the game? That would be nearly impossible it had only been 24 hours. 

“I-ugh-I think that’s my shirt.” The man in front of you said.

“Oh right. Sorry.” You were about to take it off but he stops you. 

“It’s alright, it seems they only put one of the shirts in here.” He shifted through the bag and there wasn't another piece of white fabric.

“But you’ll need a shirt-” He stops your sentence as he holds up a jacket.

“Don’t worry I came prepared.” You smiled at his dorky comment.

“Ok thank you.” You looked down at the ground in embarrassment. “Well I guess I should be going. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” He smiled at you before you turned away. 

It was nice to meet you? 

God y/n, what were you thinking?

As you walked back home you contemplated the interaction you had. You probably sounded so stupid. You guys just came back from a death game show and you said it was nice to meet in. In there? You were probably overthinking the interaction, it wasn't like you were gonna see him again right?

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As you stood at the stop you felt like an idiot. Days before you were begging to go home and now you’re waiting to come back. You stood in the silent street and the coldness made goosebumps appear on your skin. The ride to the place is the same, you don't remember it.

You wake up with a gasp as you are blinded by the bright lights in the room. You look around and see everyone. It is similar to the amount of people you left with. You also spot him, 456. He's talking to the old man. He looks even more attractive now and you don't even know why. You shake your head out of the thought, you need to stay focused on the game not him. 

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After escaping your death by seconds you exit the demented playroom. As you walk down the colorful stairs you notice Gi-Hun a few people in front of you. He was the name who saved you, truly. Without his technique of licking the shape you would be dead. You quickly move past the people in front of you with a quick excuse me and you finally reach him. 

“You saved my life back there.” You say as you walk up to him. 

“Huh?” He says to you as he turns with those adorable confused eyes.

“The licking, you came up with it.” You say in response. As you admire his features you notice the small gray hairs scattering his black, indicating he is older than you.

“Oh right. Well I’m happy you made it.” He smiles. 

“Thanks.” You feel heat rise to your face from his comment, it probably didn’t even mean anything. He was just being a good competitor. You both walk back in silence into the main room. As you reach the room you see two men staring at Gi-Hun who seem happy that he made it. 

“It will take a whole lot more to kill, Gi-Hun.” He laughs with one of the men. The comment makes you feel more flustered. He made everything he said sound so hot. As the men continue their conversation they speak on their terms of picking their shapes.

The taller man apologizes for wanted their team to separate but Gi-Hun replies in kind remarks that he was the one who chose the umbrella. Again another comment that makes your face and body heat up. Gi-Hun was so kind and caring he didn’t belong in a place like this. 

“Yeah the whole team made it.” The taller man then finishes the conversation with that before he turns to you. Gi-Hun catches this and comes to your rescue before it turns into an awkward exchange. 

“This is y/n. I met her after our first day and she now claims I saved her life but I think it was herself who saved her.” He laughs and bumps you with his elbow. Your face couldn’t be more flustered by this man.

“It’s nice to met you all.” The two men introduced themselves to you as Ali and Sang-woo. 

“I was thinking she could join our team.” Gi-Hun said with an enthusiastic grin. He turned from his teammates to you, same innocent smile on his face. “If you would like to y/n, no pressure.” 

“Sure, why not?” You said in response it couldn't hurt to have a few allies. Especially Gi-Hun. 

Both Gi-Hun and Ali seemed excited to have another member but you couldn’t grasp Sang-woo’s expression. He seemed serious and almost upset. The man, Ali began to engage a conversation with you. As you walked with him Sang-woo stayed behind with Gi-Hun. 

“Gi-Hun, you really invited a girl to our team?” Sang-woo whispered over to Gi-Hun when they walked away from you. Gi-Hun looked over at with a confused expression. 

“Huh?”

“We all know girls are the weak links here, they aren’t strong enough for some of these tasks.”

“Y/n will be fine.” 

“All I’m saying is don’t sabotage yourself and your chances for this girl.” Sang-woo said with strict eyes as he walked away from Gi-Hun. Gi-Hun stayed put as he tried to think about what Sang-woo said but he saw you looking at him with a small smile and that drained any negative thoughts Gi-Hun had. 

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It was another day of torture in this cold, lifeless room. As you laid in bed you felt a presence near you and you jumped up.

“Hey, hey it’s me.” You heard the kind voice you knew so well.

“Gi-Hun?” You said as you looked at him in the dime light. 

“There could be attacks tonight. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Thank you. I’m fine, right now.”

“Good, good. I guess I should return-” You place your hand on his as he started to move away. He stared at your hand on his almost uncertain.

“Stay. Protect me. And I’ll protect you.” You whispered moving over in your bed. 

He shifted is way next to you. The bed was small but it could fit you two.  You were facing each other staring at each other’s features. You turned around so your back was facing him but you moved against his body. He melted into you as he wrapped his arms around your body. He was breathing against your neck and it sent shivers down your spine.

The hand he had wrapped around your belly began to slowly touch the exposed part of your belly where your shirt rose up. He then continued his touches by moving his hand slowly to your exposed waist. Your breathing began to grow heavier as his calloused hands made sweet contact with your skin. He moved closer to you so it mouth was closer to your neck, barely needing to move in order to touch you. Soon he is sending kisses up your neck. You grind your ass against his boner as he continues the attack on your neck. 

“We have to be quiet.” You whispered to him. 

“I know I can be, but can you?”

“Yes, Gi-Hun just give it to me please. Give me anything.”

He pulls down your track suit bottoms and moves your panties to the side. He feels as wetness coats his fingers and he continues to swim in it. You haven’t been touched in so long and his hands were addictive.

“You feel so good.” You whined to him. He moves his finger tip to the entrances of your hole. You jump up at the feeling. It was electric and you wanted nothing more than his thick fingers pushing against your walls.

“So sensitive.” He responded to your action. You move your hand to his crotch and start stroking him through his pants. He moans in your ear at the touch.

It’s embarrassing for him to admit but Gi-Hun probably hasn’t had sex in years. Probably since his divorce like 6 years ago. And the feeling of your hand was like the touch of an angel. The fabric was corse on his dick but it didn’t hurt it was pleasurable. 

“Baby.” He moans in your ear in this soft voice. His voice was addictive almost as addictive as his touch on you and your touch on him. Both your bodies were burning up in the cold dark room.

You didn’t waste much time moving yourself under the covers until you were faced with his clothed boner. You bite your lips as you look at the size of it straining against the fabric. You grab the top of his pants and boxers and bring the fabric down. You gasp as it reveals itself to you. 

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself and you guess Gi-Hun can hear you even under the covers cause you hear him laugh a little. You shut his laugh up with a long lick from the base to the tip. You feel him grip the sheets below you before he moves one of his hands in your hair. While his long fingers dig into your scalp he drags your head up and down. You didn’t mind the instruction, it helped you pleasure your savior even more. He was your savior after all in every game he helped you survive. You continue your attack on him until he stops you. You reveal yourself from under the sheets.

“I wanna have some fun with you.” He explains as he sees your confused expression. 

He pulls down your track suit and underwear completely and throws them to the edge of the bed. He lays at the end of the bed also. His face meets your cunt and he stares at it to memorize his features. A few seconds later he is diving into the sweet mound in front of him. He doesn’t devour you though. No. Not like ravenous animal. He takes his time with you. Slow long clits against your clit, like the ones he took at the honeycomb. The texture of his rough tongue against your most sensitive area sends stock waves through out your body. 

“Gi-Hun fuck.” You breath as you throw your head back and close your eyes at the sensation. His wet tongue never leaves your clit as it gives it lick after lick. It was better than you imagined when you fantasized it during the 2nd game. He’s licking at you like you're ice cream, the best ice cream in the world. And he wants every taste. He gives one final lick before he is resting his head against your thigh looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes. 

“You taste sweeter than that sugar. Much funner to lick too.” He laughs against your thigh, before moving back down. Now he begins a more wild assault as he sucks your clit into his mouth. As he does his eyes never leave yours, he wants to see every reaction and see what he’s doing to you. For a spilt second he leaves you and you whine.

“Open your eyes baby, I wanna see you.” Gi-Hun says before he dives back into you. You bite your lip but obey his requests. Now his eyes on you aren’t lonely and you both stare wildly at each other. His eyes are soft and almost innocent, like he truly is only licking honeycomb when in reality it is so much dirtier. 

His hand that was holding a grip on your thigh moves down to where his mouth plays. He swipes them lightly against your entrance, collecting a bit of wetness. Your hips involuntarily grind up as his miss his touch. He laughs at your action and repeats his actions, which cause you to repeat the grind of your hips.

“So desperate, especially in the middle of all this.” Gi-Hun finally gives into your requests and sinks two fingers deep into you. You moan at the feeling and grind your hips up again.

“Thought I’d finally get these hips to control themselves by doing this, but it’s just making it worse. Maybe I should stop.”

“No, no please don’t stop I want more. I want you.” You whimper against him. Gi-Hun looks like he is thinking for a second before speaking. He moves up the bed so he is now on top of you. 

“You want it bad don’t you baby?” Gi-hun grips his dick as he lines it up with your entrance. 

“Fuck yes gi-hun. I want to feel you in me.” You whimpered as you felt the tip of his hardness poke your entrance. Gi-Hun is panting above you before he starts to slowly push himself into you. You gasped and moaned at the foreign feeling of him inside you.

 He then moved his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. “Shh, we have to be quiet.” He said as he began to move slowly. As he held himself up his sweaty hair draped his face. He looked sinful with his eyes glued shut and his mouth open slipping out small moans. You clench down on him and Gi-Hun can’t even listen to his own advice when he throws his head back and let out a moan at the sudden contraction.

“Wet tight little girl, aren’t you.” He whimpered above you as he began to thrust his hips trying his hardest not to come too soon. Even though he’s not inexperienced Gi-Hun is convinced that you're the tightest cunt he’s ever had.

“Please go faster.” You whine beneath him as his slow thrusts you torture you with a glimpse of his full potential. You to wrap your legs around him and grab onto his soft hair. And with more stability Gi-Hun is able to give more forceful thrusts that sent you into a whirlwind. 

“Fucking slut wants me to fuck her hard so everyone can hear.” He whispered in your ear. You took a quick look around the room, everybody seemed to be asleep. As you stared back at the man in-front of you, you gushed around him as you looked at his face, he was in bliss and his dopey smile made you even hotter against him. Even after he says such filthy words his face still displays his kind nature. You let out an involuntary moan that was probably louder than it should have been. 

“Shh baby.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else gets to hear your pretty moans except me.” He moved one of his hands from balancing himself to covering your mouth. His hand was so huge it nearly covered the first half of your face. He continued his forceful thrusts into you as you begged and muffled into his hand. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you watched his body move against yours. 

“You wanna win that price money don’t you?” He whispered in your ear. You looked at him with confused eyes that still hid mischief behind them. “I’m gonna win it for you baby.” He started to thrust faster. “Gonna make sure you’re safe and comfortable. We’re gonna win this competition. I’ll do it all for you baby.” His promises make you gush around him. Now all you can imagine is your life with him after this, living like the rich with not debts. He finally moves his hand from your mouth cause all he wants to hear now is your moans.

“Gi-Hun.” Is all you can say in response to him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He says with that same concerned adorable face.

“Come in me.” He groans at your request and his hits stutter at the thought. He still holds his balance but you can see him grow weaker. It’s hot the way his eyes focus on yours, focusing all their strength into staring at you in your drunken haze. 

“Fuck yeah baby I’ll come in you.” He moans back continuing his fast but sloppy thrusts but they are more than enough to send you over the edge. “I’ll give you what you want.” His promise makes the build up in your stomach overflow and soon you feel yourself coming. 

“Gi-Hun I’m coming.” You whimper still holding onto his hair with all your strength. Your body hits you with an unreal feeling of pleasure ripple through your body. Your hand fly from his hair to clutching the sheets beneath you. He fucks you through your orgasm as he inches closer to his. As you help him through his orgasm you bring your hands to his hair against. You guide his face to yours and you connect your lips with his. The kiss is magnetic as you don’t stop kissing him and he doesn’t stop either. Before you know it Gi-Hun is breaking away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Fuck I’m coming, fuck I’m coming baby.” He moans as you feel his body stiffen. He pumps his hot load into you and you feel full of his warm cum. He pulls out and stares down at your cunt, his seed slowly slipping out of you. He gulps as he moves his eyes to yours. He collapses next to you.

“Do you think anyone heard?” You said looking around.

“Maybe you were kinda loud.” He joked. 

“Says you.” You reply. 

“It seems like there isn't gonna be any attack tonight.” Gi-Hun also began to look around the room. 

“Maybe not. You should still stay just incase you know.”

“Okay yeah.” He says looking at you with unsure eyes. You suppose Gi-Hun is back to his shy self. You grab his hand to give him a sign to relax and you lay back down. He follows soon after, wrapping his arms around you.

[thehighpriestess1]

So I felt like writing some Kakashi angst fic... This is my first fic so please be kind :)

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For the sake of story let me clarify few things, this is post obito getting crushed by rock period, except he died ( sorry ) and kakashi didn't kill rin so she's alive.

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Warnings : mostly angst, some grammar or spelling mistakes

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After obito died you got added to team Minato as a third member even though you were a medical nun like rin you were pretty good at taijutsu, over the time you became close friends with both Kakashi and rin.

You three often went on mission together and you made a great team. Kakashi is still haunted by obito's death by his promise to obito that he would keep rin safe kept him going. It took him a while to get comfortable with you but when he he got to know you he felt a wave of warmth spread across his body, his heart felt light and his mind clear of all the self doubts he carried. It took him a while to realise that he was in love with you.

So after one particular mission where he saw you protecting rin from a hidden nin made him confess his feelings to you. He was shy and first but he confessed and you.... You fell for him. You fell for his strength, his nindo, his ninkens, his humour...

Kakahsi decided to keep your relationship secret for the sake of your safety. He knows he has kill on sight order in many lands and people wouldn't hesitate to use you to get to him. That was the last thing he wanted. It frustrated you at first not being able to hold hands in public, not being able to go out on dates like other couple.

It frustrated you how Kakashi was open to physical affection from rin in front of others but with you he often kept it behind closed doors. You knew they were childhood friends and you knew about Kakashi's promise to obito. But, Kakashi made a promise to you too, to keep you happy and safe.. there were times when you let these thoughts consume you but when Kakashi cooks dinner for you, when he lets you play with his ninkens, when he kisses you these thoughts evaporate into thin clouds.

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This mission was proving to be extremely tricky, things were not going your way, All you had to do was rescue the villagers of a small village not far from konoha from the rule of few delinquents.

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You and Kakashi had managed to take out the delinquents but the condition of few villagers was looking bad. It seemed they were injected with a particular kind of poison that renders them paralysed. These delinquents used this to rob houses and treasuries.

"This poison doesn't seem potent to me, I think we should go back to konoha and get more people to deal with this, it will most likely resolve on its own" to in said looking at Kakashi.

For some reason she never spoke directly at you, it was always at Kakashi, you knew she had feelings for him. Kakashi knew rin had feelings for him.

You looked at villagers writhing in pain , "it might be too late, we should try healing them as much as we can before going back to get more people. We don't know how potent this poison can be and we cannot leave them in this condition"

"y/n this poison is not that serious, I have checked their condition and..."

"and you're sure about your diagnosis rin?"

"are you doubting me right now? I have experience and this doesn't seem that bad"

"I still think we should stay and try to heal them as much as we can only because you don't think it's bad doesn't mean it isn't and..."

'Y/N ENOUGH!!" Kakahsi yelled suddenly making your words die down in your throat. "rin knows what she's doing, I trust her. She's a great medical nin. As the captain of this Mission I say we go back"

You looked at rin who had a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks.

"fine, you both can go back and I'll stay here to monitor the situation.." can he sense the hurt in your voice?

Kakashi sighed and agreed to it. Him and rin left for konoha and you focused on the situation at hand. This seems bad. You started healing villagers one be one and you found out that not only it paralyses them but not getting treated on time can cause permanent paralysis. You were glad you stayed.

It took one day for rin and Kakashi and to come back with other medical nin. One of them shizune being and expert in poison also accompanied them.

When they got back you couldn't look at Kakashi. You couldn't look at either Kakashi or rin. You explained the situation to Shizune. She knelt beside one of the villagers and ran a hand over his chest.

"I'm glad y/n stayed behind, this poison is quite potent if given in such quantities, it can cause permanent paralysis if not treated on time? Did you manage to heal them completely?"

" no, I could only extract about 50% from each of the 15 villagers, I didn't have enough chakra left.."

"it's quite alright then, we can take It from here, you should rest, you look spent"

You turned around without meeting Kakashi's gaze and left to rest in one of the huts. You could feel the ache in your chest and your limbs felt like jelly. Neither your brain not your heart had the capacity to deal with Kakashi right now. But this didn't stop him from following you into the hut.

"y/n can we talk?"

"Yes captain". You couldn't look him in the eyes, you were to hurt and one look at him would have you crumbling.

"I'm sorry, I should have trusted you-"

"it's alright". You cut him off with a painful smile. He took a step towards you, you took a step back. "look y/n I know I made a mistake okay? But you have to understand that I had to pick a side.."

"then why couldn't you be on my side?!"

You didn't want to tell at him. You hated it.

"why couldn't you ever take my side? Why couldn't you ever rush to help me when I am surrounded by enemy? Why does it always has to be her?" You couldn't help the tears from falling but you didn't care. You've had enough of being second. A replacement if what you felt like.

"you said you wanted to keep us a secret and I agreed but that doesn't mean you can't Be seen out with me? This happens everytime and I am tired of being second now, I am tired of being your secret and I am tired of being like this..god!.. when was the last time your pulled the "I am the captain" card to defend me?"

"y/n please calm down, you know I made a promise to obito to keep her safe and always be there for her-"

"you made a promise to me too Kakashi ! but I guess I am not important enough for my promise to be kept, tell me how am I supposed to live with the fact that my boyfriend will never be by my side or will only look at my behind closed doors.." you could feel energy draining out of your body drop by drop and Kakashi reached out to hold you but you slapped his hand away.

"this might be a small thing for you Kakashi but it isn't for me.."

"y/n please I am sorry I know I should have trusted you I know... Fuck y/n please just trust me on this that this is the last time and I promise I'll never make you feel this way...I promise y/n please.." you could hear the crack in his voice as he spoke but it was hard for you to believe him.

"I'm sorry Kakashi I just need some time alone.. "

"at least let me stay with you ,please y/n.."

"I think you should go out afterall you're the captain of this Mission.." with a heavy sigh Kakashi left you alone.

His heart ached and now he realised what you went through. How you put up with everything he asked for only wanting to be with him in return, Kakashi worked with every fiber in his body with the only aim of returning to you and telling you how stupid he was, he worked thinking about all the time he could have made you feel this way, his breath hitched and tears threatened to fall from this single visible eye every time he looked at the direction of your tent.. at night he entered the tent you were supposed to be resting in only to find it empty, when he asked Shizune she told him that she sent you back because you were to tired to continue and using any more of chakra could have harmed you.

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Kakashi couldn't look at rin, everytime as he did he thought about how his behaviour hurt you. He declined her offer for lunch when they got back to konoha. All he could think about now was you and how hurt you were and how sorry he was. He knew no amount of apologies would ever be enough but he was ready to take whatever it you'd give him..

So when Kakashi recahed the gates of konoha he ran towards the hospital, he asked the nurses about you but none of them could look at him. What was happening? Where is y/n and why won't anybody tell me anything!

"Kakashi"

"Dr.Miro where is y/n? None of the nurses will tell me anything!"

Dr.Miro took Kakashi to one of the room, through the glass he saw you lying on the bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and monitor. He didn't understand, you seemed fine, what happened?

"while returning from the village she was attacked by some of the rogues that got away, she fought them as much as she could but it seemed like her chakra levels were already quite low, luckily one of the other teams were returning the same way and they assisted her, but she was in a bad condition, she has been unconscious since two days but we are monitoring her closely.."

No this can't be happening, not to you, not to his y/n! Fuck he should have stayed back with you and helped you! You wouldn't be this out of chakra then! None of this would have happened if he would have just stayed with you! You would have been fine, he would have told you he loved you, but now he can only whisper it under his breath as his legs gave up and he sat on the bench outside. You had to wake up! You had to! He'd do anything for you to be back!

But now all he did was stay outside your room, and look through the looking glass at the girl whom he loves and prayed to whatever god was out there that she comes back to him..his y/n..

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Part 2

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Back To Black

Summary: Young love is so innocent and juvile now seemingly worlds apart that once childish flame seems to be more

@craftygamerscrafts

Black Noir was never always a faceless part of the seven he had a childhood which contrast to popular belief was actually nice he had a house hold that raised him to properly manage his emotions so his powers stayed within his control,but the part of him that truly made him the way he is...Y/n L/n.

His best friend and crush since the days in the playground sandbox. James was at the time unaware why he felt such joy being in her presence though once they parted ways after high school he understood those feelings weren't so friendly as first appearance. Love was confusing to him he never had much affection growing up unless it was from her so he always assumed as they got older those lingering stares,the hugs that always squeezed so tight,and those soft lips pressed against his forehead or cheek we kind gestures of friendship. They were polar opposites he was what people described as the bad boy while she was a social butterfly. If only he didn't stay with his safe bet and realized before she left to college so far away without a single goodbye.

James sat two rows behind Y/n she was smiling brightly clapping respectfully each time someone walked across. The week before they celebrated him being accepted to be a junior seven member till he reached age his dream was coming true. "For our honor student valedictorian Y/n L/n!" James was not shy to admit,but he did make the loudest noise smiling broadly when her eyes locked onto him. "We have a special honor our to give to you Ms.L/n a letter directly from Harvard one of your chosen colleges. You've been accepted for a full ride." They were both in shock as the uproar of people yelling and cheering. Harvard was so far away from Vought headquarters. That's when both of their hearts seemed to creak his turning cold at the fact she'd be gone.

"You never told me you wanted to go to Harvard." James was changed out of his blue robe playing with the chain on his pants. "I never thought they'd accept me especially right after high school." She layed her head on his shoulder as they sat in the bed of her truck he would have been relaxed if this was any other night,but the stiffness in his muscles was the equivalent of a predator tense and ready to strike. "Where you going to ever tell me you applied or did you just plan to pack up and leave?" His words were like a backhand causing her to sit up looking at him appalled. "You would have been the first to tell if I got that letter." James scoffed his emotions were getting the better of him. "Yeah right so much for being my so called best friend." The hurt that filled her eyes was making him regret everything,but there was no time for that. "What so I'm not you best friend because I want to be something?! Because that's my only option! If you didn't notice I'm not a super I can't pretend that us running off to the superhero capital filled with the most crime is the safest bet for me." Y/n had tears pooling and James wanted to say he'd always protect her if she just came along with him. "If your so safe away from superheros,away from me, then do us both a favor end this here and leave."

Y/n sniffled wiping her eyes as she got out the bed of the truck she refused to speak anymore what said was said. James got out to and went walking down the street to his home. She got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. That weekend James felt like shit and bought (favorite flowers) and some of her favorite sweets and came to her home. At the door her father stood tall and raised a brow confused. "Why are you here?" He didn't say it like he was upset which was surprising. "To see Y/n." It was F/n turn to be surprised. "She left on Friday. We packed everything and she told us you were busy,but she'd say bye when she drove by your place." The young adults heart shaddered his last words to her was telling to end their argument and leave. If we wasn't a coward and apologized sooner she might of stayed long enough for them to fix their friendship maybe so he could confess his harbored feelings. The time never came she went her way and ut was time for him to go his both of them broken hearted and yearning.

James or better known as Black Noir gazed at the party goers. He's always hated these parties everyone ignored his existence especially since he didn't speak up. Trying to grab a glass of champagne the tray was moved to quickly past him. Behind the mask he sighed about to walk to the bar towards were someone could at least acknowledge he wanted something to drink. A gental hand placed itself on his shoulder he turned around not yet looking at the owner of said and,but rather the glass of sparkling gold liquid he accepted it in his hand softly brushing the slim fingers with his gloved hands. "Looked like you needed a drink,Jamie." That nickname was so forgin to him no one called him James in years,but only one person called him Jamie. His cover face turned to look at her his breath froze on his throat choking him. No matter how much time past he still recognizes her.

Y/n looked at him a soft smile on her painted lips. Stunning was the first word that came to mind she looked older,but that seemed to only add to her beauty a f/c dress hugged her curves that use to be hidden under his sweaters and t-shirts. James looked down to see if she wore heels given that she was the same height as him seeing the five inch heel she didn't do much growing since their departure. Her hair was styled in a confortable yet elegant way. "Can't a old friend get a hello?" Her voice was angelic the most gracful noise that ever could be heard. James took her hand within his own guiding her through the crowd to get to the balcony. After escaping the room full of people he sighed in relief. "Y-y/n when? Why? How?" He didn't know which question to ask first. "I've been living in the city for a year. I got my dream job every year or so I go to different devious helping people. Volt thought it'd be perfect having me here show off that even though they cause more problems then solve having public opinion is still needed." She always knew what he wanted to say even if he didn't have to utter a word. His large hands cupped her cheeks his thumb rubbing over her cheekbone. "I'm sorry." Those two words held such depthed all the apologizes he never got to say to the one person he never stopped loving. "I know...I forgived you along time ago Jamie. I just wished I had the will to say goodbye with words."

James ungloved his hand to feel her wiping away the tears that slipped past her eyes. Leaning forward his forehead touching hers as he gently blew out the breath he was holding. Y/n puffed out a watery laugh as she kissed his masked face if they weren't in public he would have ripped of his mask to feel those lips that he missed so much. Being apart was like dying a hundred time for both of them,but she came back to him. She went back to black.

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A/n: This was a idea I had long ago and someone requesting some black noir was just the perfect time.

To the anonymous that wanted Natasha x reader is coming next just gotta find more inspiration.

[matches-is-meow]

Hello! Can I pls have a student romantic bnha matchup? I'm an Asian who uses she/they pronouns and an Aquarius and INTJ. My sexuality is bi demiromantic. I'm 5'0 with tan skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.I'm bilingual. People say I look intimidating and unapproachable since I don't smile or talk much around strangers but I try my best to be polite and nice.I'm very introverted and shy. I'll need to warm up to people but when I do, I will surprisingly be energetic.

I consider myself a fair, open minded and laid back person most of the time. I like to seek out my friends' company when bored. I either ask them to do something wholesome or something they are afraid of with me. I'm down to do anything with my friends. I'm hardworking if its something that interests me. I'm very creative but can't seem to make my ideas into reality mostly due to lack of resources or motivation. I'm kind of a pacifist but I will fight if pushed too far or my loved ones are endangered. I'm a pretty patient person.

My friends describe my  sense of humor as dark and cursed. I can be mischievous and chaotic but still reliable and smart.My hobbies are baking,gaming,art, true crime and supernatural stuff. I express my love with gifts and quality time more than physical affection but I'm ok with PDA. I tend to bottle up my sadness and anger. If I'm mad I get VERY snappy and moody. If I'm sad then I'll rant about it. My ideal type is someone who I can trust with my life,someone I've known for a long time, very respectful of my boundaries and protective. Sorry if its too much info. Thanks in advance and stay safe💗

Hey queen. You might not believe this, but RIGHT. BEFORE. I WAS HALFWAY DONE WITH YOUR ASK. TUMBLR DELETED IT. That’s kinda why this took so long!  so sorry for yelling. that said, we are so alike fr it was kinda scary. Hope you like your match up.

-Matches 

And your matchup is…

Jirou!

- since childhood, you and Jiro had been very, very close childhood friends, being neighbors directly next to each other. You were one of the only people in her life that really supported the dream she had of becoming a hero.  - Unfortunately, you two grew distant when she went to the hero course as she had to move to the dorms and the curriculum took up most of her time. - you did, however, have the chance to see her in concert, and it was frankly the start of quite a bit of pining on both sides. She felt so great that you came, but extremely guilty she couldn’t speak to you afterwards.

-Jirou finally plucked up the nerve to ask to hang out, and somewhere during this hangout, it kinda turned into a date. She probably took you out to a movie and dinner afterwards.

- when you two are able to be alone, she really likes to run her fingers through your hair and just… vibe with you. No words, just peace.

- She would probably die to see you bake, (for what ever reason she has a mild obsession with watching you do it) and she would definitely get you guys matching sweatshirts that say player one for you and player two for her. She would never wear it out in public tho.

- Look, if anybody, which they won’t, tried to harass you, Jiro’s first priority would be closing your eyes and saying “cover your ears sweetheart” because she is going to heartbeat them into oblivion 0 hesitation. Home girl takes no shit.

- Calls you sweetheart, honey, probably flower if she’s feeling it :)

- Jirou also has a very cursed sense of humor, btw, and if you haven’t watched the Dahmer series (you should) y’all would have more time laughing at it than being scared.

- - - -  Y’all are cute! Thanks for letting me write. 

[tetsunormous]

Something cute the boys would do as your partner

mentions: Kuroo, Tsukishima, Bokuto, Ushijima, Akaashi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Kenma, Suna, Oikawa x gn!reader

genre: fluff

A/N: If you want a longer version of any of these, lmk

Kuroo

As the captain, he needs to keep his grades up so he can stay in the club and go to volleyball events

This isn’t hard since he’s naturally a nerd, but he likes to study with you after practice

When you’re busy focusing he will sneak glances at you and silently chuckle at how cute he thinks you are

He will leave little notes in your notebooks and randomly draw hearts in the corners of pages but pretends he doesn’t know why you’ll randomly start blushing as you flip the page

The notes will range from “hey, you’re cute. Are you single?” to “you make me hotter than sulfate hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate”

He loves you even more because you don’t always understand his chemistry jokes but he still manages to get you flustered

Knowing he’ll tease you if you react to his little notes you try your best to hide your smiles, but Kuroo is extremely observant and never fails to point out how cute you are with the biggest smirk on his face

“Tsk chibi-chan I know you find me unbelievably attractive but we’re supposed to be studying, what’s got you so red?”

Tsukishima

Tsukki really cares about you but he has a hard time expressing himself in public

He knows you like to be close to him because you tend to get a little anxious

He won’t say anything, he will just stick out his hand and wait until you interlock your fingers with him

He would never tell you but when you’re out and there’s a lot of people, he will walk slightly faster so you’re directly behind him and give your hand random squeezes for reassurance

He doesn’t want you to get lost and bump into anyone so he stays in front, that way he clears the way for you

Bokuto

Bokuto is our favourite himbo

He thinks so highly of you, there’s not a thing you do that doesn’t impress him

Bo tries really hard for you, and you help to motivate him even when you’re apart

You always make him after school snacks so he has energy for practice, so he’ll try to make you breakfast when you stay over

He shows off the snacks you make for him, especially to Akaashi, even if it's just cut up fruit

He’s getting a lot better at following youtube tutorials but the first time he tried making you pancakes, they got burnt so he made you a bowl of cereal instead

He spelt out “I’m sorry :(“ with the cereal as you’re eating

Ushijima

He is a very straightforward person and doesn’t see the need to outwardly flaunt you around

When you’re out with him, he likes it when you grab onto his arm because he likes how small you look compared to him (this man is a giant and no matter your size, he’s gonna think you’re smaller)

He tells you all the time he thinks you’re pretty

Toshi has long ass legs so it’s difficult to keep up sometimes, but when you get tired he loves giving you piggyback rides

He feels very giddy when you’re holding onto him and you mindlessly ramble about the things you see because he likes the feeling of protecting you

Toshi doesn’t talk a lot but he’s always listening and its evident in the things he ends up doing/ getting for you

He doesn’t smile often either, unless he’s with you, and he makes sure you know that he’s happy with you

Akaashi

Akaashi loves how independent you are

He likes that you get along with his friends, specifically Bokuto, but most of all he loves that even though you can take care of yourself, you’re not afraid to depend on him

You’re a little more outgoing than him in social settings, but you both prefer staying in so every night he will have you lay on his chest while he plays with your hair

Normally, you’re on your phone while he reads his books but regardless of what he’s doing, he will either have his hand running through your hair or rubbing circles on your back

He loves how it feels to have you snuggled into him and when you end up drifting off to sleep, he will kiss your forehead and whisper “Goodnight darling” without fail every night

Nishinoya

Noya loves that you can be just as energetic and you both like pda

He thinks your his good luck charm

Noya will scan the entire crowd before a game until he finds you and blows you a kiss

Every time he’s switched on, he will send you a wink but other than that he is very focused on the game and it’s nice to see how serious he can get when he needs to be

After a game, no matter the result he will ask you to meet him in the lobby and he’ll thank you for being there for him

But if they won, he and Tanaka will be running towards you and he would yell asking for kisses as a prize

Asahi

He’s a soft boy that always makes sure you’re okay

He’s shy so he finds subtle ways he can show you his affection without causing a scene

Azumane is a gentle giant and it’s easy to get him flustered (which you take advantage of) so even spontaneously giving him a kiss on the cheek will make him go red

You both settle on him giving you headpats when he picks you up from class and you hold his arm as you’re walking

The team always teases him about your relationship because it’s so easy to make him flustered, but he secretly loves it

He loves that you made an effort to get to know the team and that you’re able to joke around with everyone, even if he ends up being the butt of the jokes

Kenma

He isn’t into pda at all but he knows you want to feel close to him even when you’re out

He finds you matching shoes in different colours, he even switched the shoelaces of one of the shoes with his so you each have one lace from the other

Kenma is quite shy and doesn’t talk much but he’s very observant and has all your favourite orders memorized at all the fast food places the two of you go to

Without fail, he will order exactly what you want (preferably at a kiosk)

His memory is so good he would even remember how many ketchups you usually need to finish your fries

If you’re at home, he has a little drawer in his room filled with your favourite snacks because the two of you always stay up late and he likes to be prepared

Suna

He might not talk a lot but he loves making memories with you

Suna, as we’ve seen with the Miya twins, is very quick to whip out his phone when something happens

He has a photo album in his phone just for pictures of you or with you

When he misses you (especially before a game if you can't make it) he will always look at the first picture you took together after the first game of his you attended

Suna has a lot of secret pictures of you when you're cuddling of you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t want you to find them but they’re his favourite because nothing makes him fall harder than knowing he makes you feel safe

Oikawa

He calls you prince(ss) and cutie

Oikawa has a lot of fangirls, but he constantly feels like he isn’t good enough so he wants validation from the people he cares about, you especially

He treats you like absolute royalty because he wants to show how much he appreciates you constantly providing reassurance

He loves making you smile and laugh, and he’ll do just about anything to ensure you’re smiling

I just know Oikawa is the type to tickle their s/o under the chin when their pouting

However, hearing you giggle because he’s getting bullied by Iwa-chan will undoubtedly cause him to pout on the outside but if you get close enough he’s sure you’d be able to hear his heart racing from how happy he is

© tetsunormous 2021 lmk if you want to be added to my tag list

[bumackerman]

warnings: sfw, a little bit of angst, slightly suggestive if you squint really hard.

@anonymous

hii can i request a, c, h, j, k for bakugo :p

a/n: since you didn’t specify sfw, or nsfw, i’m just gonna assume you meant sfw. i hope you don’t mind! also, thank you for requesting my first bakugo one!

p.s. when i analyze a character’s personality in anime in order to write about them, i stick to how i see them to be. i don’t write fanon headcanons. i only write their canon personalities. so, for bakugo, i’m not gonna pretend he’s some flirty, dominant sex god. hope you don’t mind.

¬ a (affection): how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

✦ bakugo is secretly super affectionate.

✦ at first glance, you’d probably assume that the only form of physical touch he’d engage in is violence. but, oh boy. when he finally finds the one, or they find a way to burrow into his bubble, he’s hooked.

✦ he doesn’t know it, but the little things he does for his s/o to “help them out” are really just his way of saying “i really care about you, and i want to prove it by doing this task for you.”

✦ if you are running late in the morning and don’t have time to pack your lunch for the day, guess who’s in the kitchen chopping up apples and packing you a sandwich.

“here, take it.” bakugo held the strap of a bag loosely in his fist as you entered the kitchen. “what’s this?” you ask, accepting it into your hands. “you can’t skip lunch again, idiot.” the purr in his morning voice was low and rough, but also very soothing and shy. he tried his best to sound annoyed, but you both knew it was a façade.

as you opened up the contents, you found neatly packed fruit, vegetables, and a sandwich fitted inside. you smirked and gazed into his half-lidded eyes. “thank you, kacchan~. you’re so sweet!” you say with love laced thickly in your tone. a soft peck of gratitude was set onto his pale cheek.

“tch. whatever… idiot…” he turned away, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks heated into a soft pink. closing the bag up again, you set it aside, and wrapped your arms around his torso. “thank you.” you say once more, this time a bit more sensual. your voice hummed short vibrations into his chest. sighing a fake breath of annoyance, he reciprocated the affection. his lips pressed gently onto the side of your forehead, then trailed to the top corner of your cheek, to the corner of your anticipating lips, and finally satisfying your desire by capturing you in a passionate, slow, kiss.

“you better eat it, or i’ll kick your ass.” his warm breath fanned at your lips as the words escaped his mouth. a satisfied chuckle escaped your throat. “i’d like to see you try.”

✦ he will also do other small tasks to ease the “burden” of them off of your shoulders.

✦ if you leave clean clothes scattered all across your bed, he’ll definitely fold them for you and put them away in their respective drawers. (expect to be scolded when he’s finished, though.)

✦ katsuki will definitely cook dinner for you whenever he can. he’s amazing. he’s so perfect. he’ll even adapt to whatever your taste buds can handle, and damn can this man cook. if you’re a picky eater, well you’re in luck. while he will give fake complaints about your “shitty taste buds”, he’ll still get the job done, and well.

¬ c (cuddles): do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

✦ katsuki’s favorite time of the day is night time. “why?”, you may be asking... well... CUDDLES!

✦ when you’re both exhausted from your busy days, the best feeling ever is to get cleaned up, and crash onto your shared bed. the feeling of being stress-free and in clean pajamas, cuddling up with your boyfriend is heavenly.

✦ as soon as you plop yourself onto the bed, bakugo is sure to follow suit. if you’re laying on your tummy, he’ll lay directly on top of your back and get comfortable. he loves to hold you whenever you two are alone.

✦ around other people, he would be a bit distant. he’s not at all into PDA, so home is the perfect place to get his long-awaited cuddles in. (he’ll still hold your hand in public, don’t worry.)

✦ if you’re laying on your back, he’ll lay in between your legs, and again, wrap his arms around you while his head is on your chest.

✦ play with his hair. even though it looks like a mess, it’s actually very soft and doesn’t have tangles. your fingers can run smoothly through his locks without resistance. if you play with his hair, he’ll only melt further into your touch. he’ll adjust his body once more to get closer to you, and finally fall asleep.

✦ he snores, but it’s quiet. it’s also super cute! (*´꒳`*)

¬ h (hugs): do they like hugs? what are they like? how often do they hug you?

✦ bakugo loves hugs! he thinks of them like a slightly less intimate version of cuddling. he calls it the “quickie version of cuddling”.

✦ he much prefers cuddling, though.

✦ when bakugo hugs you, his face is always buried in your shoulder, while his strong arms are engulfing your chest. unlike the other guys, bakugo doesn’t hug low. his arms are always placed high on your back, right below your shoulders, making it so that your arms have no choice but to wrap around his neck.

✦ bakugo really only hugs you when you’re not in front of people, and aren’t home. hugs, to him, are a quick substitute to cuddling when he’s feeling really needy.

¬ j (jealousy): how jealous do they get? what do they do when they get jealous?

✦ if we all watched the same show, we know that this man would get jealous, but not very often. he’s not a super insecure person, but there are some exceptions.

✦ unlike when he’s always yelling at people, when it comes to being jealous over his s/o, he would stick to giving dirty glares and death stares. to be honest, he wouldn’t even yell at the person unless they’re making an actual move on you. he knows that you wouldn’t cheat on him, so he’s really only worried about the other person. but then again, he knows that you can handle yourself... he’ll still keep an eye on you though.

¬ k (kisses): what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

✦ bakugo’s kisses are probably the most passionate out of anyone in the entire universe. when he kisses his s/o, it’s like he pours all of his feelings out through the touch of his lips.

✦ the gentle hold of his hands placed flush against your hips sends tingles up your spine. his kisses are gentle, yet demanding. like he can’t get enough of the butterflies he gets just from the touch of your burning skin. the firm press of his soft lips against yours is enough to make you dizzy. he doesn’t leave any room for air when he’s needy.

✦ bakugo’s favorite place to kiss you is on your lips. for a man that didn’t have much physical affection throughout his life, he feels that kissing your most sensitive places is more intimate than anywhere else. plus, he doesn’t really get butterflies from kissing you on your cheek.

✦ for katsuki, his favorite place to be kissed was on his lips as well... until he found a knack for wanting rewarding/comforting forehead kisses.

bakugo sighed deeply as he held his head low. his fingers were intertwined as his elbows pressed into the top of his thighs. “what’s wrong, honey?” you asked. he looked up with heavy lids. his eyes were full of doubt. self-doubt. “nothing’s wrong.” he said with a slight growl in his voice. you knelt down in front of him while lifting his chin, forcing him to look up at you. “let me help you, baby.” your calm voice flowed like the waters of a quiet brook.

“i don’t need your help...” he attempted to turn away, but your fingers caught his chin. “katsuki,” your tone was firm, “look at me.” the sound of your voice made his heart jump. his usual stubbornness was instantly torn down by his own internal desperation for comfort. he didn’t fight back again, he didn’t try to push you away. instead, he let you brush the pad of your thumb across his trembling cheek. the instant your skin touched, he instinctively leant into your touch.

“what if… i’m not… as strong as i think i am?” his painful words stung your chest. the room was filled with silence as he anticipated your next words. it felt like eternity before you finally responded. but instead, you shook your head at him. “you’re not.” his mouth fell agape as his eyes snapped to meet yours. they followed your movement as you rose to your feet. brushing his blonde hair away from his forehead, you cupped his cheeks, and pressed a gentle, reassuring kiss to his forehead. “you’re stronger.”

with the flutter of his heart, his worries began to fade. within a few seconds, katsuki’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer.

“…do that again.”

1/4/21

[minachuuu]

Voices I Can’t Run Away From

❣Voices I Can’t Run Away From❣

First one for 2021! This request was so interesting to write guys. I really hope you enjoy it❤

❤ AU: DreamCatcher (Fem!) 8th Member

❤ Genre: Angst

❤ Word Count: 5.3k

❤ Song Suggestions: BOCA by DreamCatcher and Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park

❤ TW: Harassment, bullying, suicide especulation.

Day 1

Please make them shut up. Please.

I’m already way too far away, why do I still hear them? They only yell at me to get out of the band, there’s one too many people in there. The walls around me paint themselves in all the words that are written about me all over the internet, talentless, a nuisance, not enough. I already know that. But I was trying, I swear I was trying. 

Now nobody will have to see my face again, I promise. But please make them shut up.

There was something wrong, a new comeback meant being able to see Insomnias, play in variety shows, performing on stage, all those things you really loved. But not this time, this time it was only you, staring at your broken reflection in the car window, wondering how the hell would the makeup artist was going to cover your swollen red eyes. Your dehydrated throat itched, and you had a water bottle within reach but you couldn’t see the point. 

It didn’t matter how much you tried, how much you put yourself in practices until late at night. The truth was you were put late into the group, maybe it was that you were too young, but no amount of practice would be enough to put yourself on the level of professionalism and skill of your group mates. And there were people especially eager to remind you of that every day. 

Across the chats on VLives, on fancams, even posts on Weverse to the point where you just ignored the app completely. As quick as the new comeback video was up, comments were already written, ‘Dreamcatcher is only 7, not 8’, ‘Y/n is not on the level of the rest, I don’t even know how they could dare put a rookie in an already established group.’ You knew that, you questioned that yourself since the very first moment they announced you as the 8th member.

The car came to a stop that made you exit your thoughts, coming to the realization that you were already parked outside of the Music Bank’s building. You put on your hoodie, placing your mask over your nose and picking up Siyeon’s bucket hat, thankful that she had left it in the back seat on her last ride. You tried covering as much as you could with your hair and clothes, so hopefully no one could see what a disaster you were. 

“Y/n, it’s kind of hot outside,” JiU caught you trying to cover your entire self when she turned around to check on everybody. “Are you sure you-”

“I’m okay Unnie.” You cut her off, zipping the hoodie up as you placed the hood on top of your hat.

The rest of the girls in the van looked at each other concerned. They knew about the comments and even if you told them everyday that you were okay, they weren’t oblivious to how much you showed you weren’t.

One by one exited the car, being received by excited fansites taking their pictures. You halted at the sight of so many people between the entrance to the building and the van, your hands quivering as you felt your insides trembling. A warm hand touched your shoulder from behind, making you startled. You turned around to be received with Handong’s sweet smile and comforting eyes.

“Let’s go together,” She offered her hand as she exited the van before you. “Let’s be quick, the sun is hitting terribly today!”

Taking a deep sigh, you jumped out of the van with the help of your older member, feeling glad for all the layers on your outfit that prevented anyone from getting a clear sight of you. Your eyes refused to get away from the floor, while the members took their formation around you, blocking the view from you even further. Only then you dared looking up, catching a glimpse of the only fansite that you knew. She smiled at you gently, her eyes furrowing in concern. You offered her back a shy salute before lowering your sight again, keeping it on the floor as you kept walking.

Your ears were packed with cheers and screams of the people surrounding the entrance, making you a little uneasy. You wished you had put your airpods on, but at least this time wasn’t as bad as the last music show were-

“Dreamcatcher is seven!” You heard a scream coming out of the crowds. You had talked too soon. The shout was repeated from another side of the crowd, and then another time. Your eyes started stinging, your sight crystallizing while you felt Handong’s hand tighten her grip around yours. Yubin took your other hand in hers as everyone sped up their footsteps.

The managers around the group started herding the people away from the entrance, and in a few seconds, you found yourself inside, as the glass doors shut closed with your entire team following now inside the building. The shouts were muted in the distance, behind the doors. But not in your head. Those same people were going to watch you perform anyway, what was the point in hiding them.

Your team started heading towards the green room corresponding to your group, there was nothing else to do but follow them, but you were stopped when a hand took your wrist. You snapped free of the hand in defense, to then realize SuA was standing there, shocked. 

“Y/n…” Only a whisper was able to come out of her mouth, with the other girls closing in on you. Your mind was already overwhelming you so much, and your member trying to gloss it all over was not helping either. You turned around, evading their gaze and catching up with the team. 

You slouched over the couch, turning on your phone and playing some music once you found your airpods. One by one, the members entered the greenroom and you could feel their stare on you, but you tried drowning all sound from the outside. You used every ounce of energy left in your body from your badly spent nights on trying to contain the tears in your eyes, and you didn’t exactly pinpoint when, but as you leaned down on the couch, your consciousness floated away and you fell asleep.

Just like rewinding a tape, your mind took care of replaying the screams in your nightmares, getting louder and closer each second. The shouts closing in, forcing you between four walls made of glass that kept narrowing around you. You wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out of your mouth. The breath of the screams was so close you could feel it in the back of your neck, rattling your hair. A chill went down your spine as you hugged your knees close to your face to fit in the claustrophobic space. The strong sound of glass shattering welcomed silence, as you lifted your crying eyes. Your members all stood in a line in front of you. But there was something off about them. First it was Gahyeon, she opened her mouth but her voice didn’t sound like… her. You crawled towards them, trying to listen better.

“I was the maknae before you,” The bizarre Gahyeon screamed at you. “I am so much more deserving of that title!”

“Gahyeon Unnie-” You whispered, bringing your hands up to your mouth in shock.

“Your voice ain’t even that good,” Bizarre Yoohyeon screeched next. “How dare you think you could be at our level!”

One by one started launching these things at you, repeating them over, and over and over. That’s when you recognized them. All the comments you swore you had forgotten that you read on the comments sections. Or were they? What if this was the way your members really felt about you? What if...

“Oh, Y/n...” Bizarre JiU kneeled before you, an eerie smirk appearing on her face as her hand reached for your chin. “Everything Dreamcatcher could have been…”

“IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU!” All the girls shouted in unison, launching your body backwards.

You snapped up from the couch, your breathing heavy as if a thousand pounds pressed against your chest, your eyes were flooding with tears as your hands tried reaching for something or someone, anyone around. But you were alone. The greenroom was empty and silent except for you and your heavy panting. 

With your foggied mind, you grabbed another jacket that was left in the room, your phone and your bag. You sprinted towards the door and to the hallways, your group’s comeback song was playing in the distance, the heavy bass resonating across the walls. You halted your steps, wondering if you could turn back and join them in the rehearsal. 

If they wanted you with them, they could have woken you up. They’re already rehearsing for when you’re not around. They don’t need you!

A voice you didn’t recognize crammed your brain. You hold up your head, trying to get it out, but it kept repeating the last part over and over again. Your feet tried outrunning the voice, racing across the hallways as tear after tear caressed your cheeks after bursting free from your eyes. 

The sun rays hurt your swollen eyes when you busted the emergency exit from the back alley open. You covered them with your hat as your feet kept trying to outrun the voices in your head. To no avail, just like your dream, they were just getting closer and closer and closer. 

You ran as far as your feet and legs allowed you, crashing against the pavement from exhaustion. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, but recognized absolutely nothing. The area seemed calm, not a car or person passing around in the eternal time that it felt you were down in the ground. You caught a glimpse of an ally beside you, leading to a public restroom, where the sun didn’t hit you directly. That’s how you found yourself here, alone, snuggled in the cold corner of a deserted alley. 

You were lost, and… for once, you were not sure if you wanted to be found.

Day 2

I was finally able to sleep, my body was way too tired, and my back hurts from the stiff and cold ground I fell asleep in. I also have finally stopped crying, but my eyes and my throat are so swollen and dry. My phone has been dead for hours already. It’s definitely easier than declining every call and resisting the urge to check social media.

All those voices are still there, but at least they’re not shouting anymore.

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Day 3

It has been so quiet, nothing but the creeks of the rusty doors and the occasional car passing by. I’m starting to miss their voices. Laughing with Yoohyeon and Gahyeon Unnies, Bora and Siyeon Unnies always exist so loudly. I miss quietly hanging around Yubin and Handong, even being nagged by Minji Unnie. Now I cry at the thought of them, I love them but that’s why it’s best for me not to keep ruining their lives. They’re better without me...

“It doesn’t even ring anymore,” Siyeon angrily tossed her phone at the wall, desperate. “It just sends you straight to voicemail.”

“No no no,” JiU barged in, her eyes full of worry as she walked from one side to the other in the Inkigayo green room. “We can’t give up, there must be something else we can do.”

“We have done everything possible in our hands to help...” Gahyeon caressed a plushie in her hands, one you had gifted her on her birthday a year before. “But I really wish we could do more.”

“How did we allow this to come so far?” JiU threw her body weight into the couch, her eyes crystallizing as she rested her head in her hands. “Why did it have to come to this? If only I had-”

“Unnie, don’t blame yourself.” Yoohyeon sat besides JiU, surrounding her with her arms. 

"Why did I let this happen? I knew she wasn't okay and we couldn't reach her." JiU kept pushing the blame on to herself, the tears flowing more freely through her cheeks. "I was supposed to take care of her and I… Failed."

"We all failed." Handong muttered from the corner, hugging her knees. "She was our little maknae, and we didn't realize how much of this was hurting her."

"I don't understand…" Yoohyeon was next, caressing her leader's back as she spoke. "She can rap, sing, dance. She's an ace of her generation. She practiced day and night, everywhere…" 

"She must be cold, alone…" SuA broke in, cleaning away a tear from her chin. “She even left her favorite blanket at home, I folded it for her just in case-"

SuA couldn't continue talking as the knot in her throat tightened with each word. 

Three days ago after finishing their rehearsal on Music Bank, the girls went back to the greenroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you still sound asleep cuddled up in blankets they gently put on top of you, just like they had left you, deciding you knew the moves and camera drills enough to be able to sit down this rehearsal. As your roommates, SuA and Yoohyeon knew you spent restless nights, silently sobbing on top of your bunk bed, so they allowed you to rest what you needed to rest before the presentation. 

But when they opened the door, you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Keeping calm they searched in the bathroom, the change rooms and even in the closets, remembering your habit of hiding to scare them later. But you weren’t there. The managers went out of the room to search for you all around the building. But you weren’t there. Everyone tried calling your phone but to no answer, your bag and jackets were nowhere to be seen. Time was running out, with the managers frantically trying to search for you everywhere, the girls buried their hands in the makeup chair as they spent every second trying to reason your whereabouts. With only five minutes before going into stage and still no sign of you, the company had to tell the public that you would be sitting out the promotions for health reasons, only to not panic the fans.

They had to continue their activities without you, and by night when still nobody knew anything of you, the company filed a missing report, and a search for you began. The girls had to endure every presentation with a straight face, but each one kept wearing their hearts, your absence clearer day by day. 

“We must try and remain positive.” Siyeon tried breaking the ice, cleaning more tears from SuA’s cheeks. “We’ll find Y/n, and then Dreamcatcher we’ll be complete again.”

“But what if she doesn’t want to come back?” Yubin, who since your disappearance had remained silent except for their forced schedules, finally dared speaking, making everyone snap their faces to her.

“Yubin…” Siyeon muttered. 

“It’s just that,” She continued talking, with all the girls glued to her words. “Even we were hesitant at the idea of adding an eighth member. If she didn’t feel completely welcome somewhere, why would she stay where people keep hurting her?”

“But Insomnias love her!” Gahyeon remarked.

“But the ones that don’t are always louder,” Yubin continued. “And we did nothing to stop them, almost as if our silence agreed with them.”

“What are you saying-”

“I’m saying we didn’t do enough in time,” She stood up from her chair, enraged. “And pretending in front of everyone that it didn’t have any consequences it’s even worse. Y/n didn’t catch a mild cold, Y/n’s gone.”

Her last words bounced on the walls like an echo that consumed their minds little by little. They knew Dami was right. 

An strenuous fear invaded their bodies at once, one that repeated over and over that it was too late to get to you. That they could have prevented this by calling out those people bringing you down, it's not like they hadn't done it before. 

What use did it have to have songs all about stopping the hate and standing up for each other when they were the first ones that failed their own promise. 

The silence was broken when a manager opened the door, with his head down, wary of intruding the girl’s space. The girls jumped from their place, startled, hesitant. 

“Any news?” JiU stroke away a tear falling from her eye.

“Not yet, I’m so sorry.” The manager shook his head apologetic. JiU buried her hands on her face, dwelling on the heaviest silence surrounding the girls. The manager took a big sigh before continuing the message he was sent to deliver. “They’re waiting for you at the stage for rehearsal ladies, I can tell them you’ll be on your way in a moment-”

“We’re on our way…” SuA, after finishing an entire box of tissues was the first to stand up, fixing her clothes and rubbing her eyes.

Perplexed, the rest of the girls followed close. The halls silent as they traveled through them only allowed them to keep thinking about you. You who aside SuA would already be racing each other to the stage. Or maybe gossiping in the back with Gahyeon and Yoohyeon. Riding on the back of Siyeon or talking with Yubin about the latest book you read. Maybe asking JiU and Handong for advice on something about life. But your cheery, youthful voice was nowhere to be found and all the girls walked separately, their eyes fixated on the floor. 

The girls arrived at the stage, with the crew waiting for them to take their places. As usual, they introduced the group to the people working with them.

“Dream of me! Hello, we are Dreamcatcher!” They chorused together, aligned by age. Each one of them introduced themselves, one after the other. Gahyeon was last, but everyone remained silent, leaving the space for your name, a certain hope they could at least faintly hear you calling it. But there was only silence that cut like a knife through them. 

“Thank you for your hard work!” JiU swallowed heavily as each one of them took their places to start the choreography. There was a cold space between Siyeon and Yoohyeon left for you, and they could not stop looking at it, worried they might miss the moment you arrived to fill it.

The director called for the song to start, all the camera crew ready to go through the drill. The first beats started, the girls swiftly moving with the bass, hitting each count. But their eyes could focus correctly, always glancing to where you would be standing, a faint desire to catch your silhouette moving aside them, all of this just being a bad dream.

The girls each sang their part accordingly. But it was too much for SuA to handle when she was assigned to sing your parts. The dancing machine tripped on her own feet, falling on the floor in tears. All the girls ran to her aid, Gahyeon surrounding her with her arms as she couldn’t contain her tears either.

The director called for the music to stop, as managers rushed to surround them, some of them tearing up at the sight of the hopeless girls in front of them.

“This was her song!” SuA sobbed. “She wrote this song with a smile on her face and they took that away from her!”

The words coming out of the older girl made everyone without fault start shedding tears. They couldn’t continue like this, not without you.

Day 4

The days are getting even colder, and I’ve finally dared to look at the mirror. I even had forgotten that I still had makeup on, it’s all smudged on my pale, thin face. I managed to get most of it off, but my bare face didn’t look any better. There’s still swelling in my eyes, dark deep circles around them. My lips border the color purple and I can’t stop shivering. It doesn’t help that now I’m missing my member’s hugs…

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Day 5

With my bare face and my body in such a bad condition I don’t think anybody could recognize me out. There’s still some money on my wallet, maybe I’ll go buy some food at the corner store later. I should also start looking for another place to sleep, and someday, maybe someday I’ll have the guts to go back to the girls and explain everything. For now, even though I’m thankful for everything that I spent with them, I’ll root for them from afar. 

A few of the first rays of sun from the day traveled through the only high window in the room landing in your face, a warm morning kiss from the universe. You moaned as you stretched your sore limbs across the cold floor, lingering on the dryness of your mouth, before painfully reincorporating up. Your swollen eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, carefully scanning their surroundings. Bird chirps with a light breeze ruffling the trees outside joined your heartbeat as the only things you could listen to. Settling with a sigh, you rested your back on the wall behind you, staying there for a few seconds that seemed a good amount of minutes for you.

A growl trembled through your body, emerging from your stomach. You reached for your bag, searching to see if there was anything left to satisfy your appetite, only able to get out a bunch of empty wrappers.

“Great, half a protein bar.” You unwrapped the piece of food, aggressively munching on it. You turned around to get your water bottle, unfortunately discovering it was empty too. “Ah, crap.”

You got your wallet out of your bag, carefully exploring it. You had enough money left to buy some stuff from the corner store, with some extra left. Carefully, you stood up, gathering all the strength from your aching body. Approaching the mirror, you opened the faucet and splashed your face with a bit of cold water. For once, you recognized your reflection, faintly smiling at it.

You grabbed your things, putting all your jackets on, your mask over your nose. You stared at Siyeon’s bucket hat, while a flood of bittersweet memories invaded your mind. You put it on, a soft feeling of protection emanating from it. After hanging your bag from your shoulder and checking your dead phone was there you faced the door, and opened it with a sigh, ready to explore your whereabouts. 

You walked the length of the alley to the street, warily scanning your surroundings. Traveling through the little street that seemed like an alley in itself, with only a one way path for one car to fit, not more than ten of them passed around in the day, you knew that because you counted them on your 4th day. A fairly quiet oasis in the frantic city that was Seoul, you were surprised you haven’t crossed paths with another human in that window of time. 

Recalling your time here, there were some voices that you sometimes listened to in the distance through the window in the room you hid. A couple of women of what you assumed were around 50 or 60, always gossiping about the latest stuff their families were up to; a group of children always shouting and playing ball on their way back home from school and a man that whistled always the same songs as he walked past the allie. 

You got to the corner, a little more city activity visible down the road. Across the street, a little convenience store sat open, the only visible person there was the owner, reading the newspaper with a Tv turned on in the news channel behind him. After checking the street for cars, you crossed, opening the door to the store. The owner lowered the newspaper to catch a glimpse of you, glancing from head to toe. Startled at your first human interaction since your escape, you politely bowed after taking a basket and then continued your way through the aisles of the store in silence.

Carefully listening to the news in the back to know what the world had been into while you isolated yourself, you put in the basket some packs of ramen and chips, before moving towards the beverage aisle. You picked up a large bottle, enough to last about three days if you rationed it fair enough. You traveled through the sweets aisle looking for something to treat yourself when your ears picked something from the TV that made a shiver travel through your spine.

“On entertainment news, DreamCatcher has decided to sit out promotions of their new comeback at least until there are news of the whereabouts of their youngest member.” The news anchor seriously remarked, you discreetly leaned closer to where the TV was, eager to listen more. “The police have been looking for her nonstop for five days now, and morale is low but the group isn’t giving up yet.”

You couldn’t contain a gasp escaping your mouth at the mention of your members, listening even more mindfully to the TV.

“The video uploaded to Dreamcatcher’s channel calling for everyone’s help in the search of information for Y/n location has been going viral all around Korea,” You turned to face the TV, an image of your members tired, with their eyes swollen. “It has also been used as another unfortunate example of what unwarranted harmful comments can do to people. With thousands of their fans and other artists standing up against harassment in her name.”

The TV drew you closer as a magnet towards itself, as the program continued.

“We can appreciate in the video that the members themselves cannot contain their tears, with members SuA and Gahyeon not talking at all while trying to swallow tears. As a strong leader JiU carries the video, calling for all hands on deck in this search.” The anchor reviewed their notes, releasing a clearly upset sigh. “We can only urge you to help in the search, and wish for the best possible outcome of this situation. We are all hoping for the best for this talented young lady.”

The program continued towards other news, leaving you there breathless. People out there, not only your members or fans, but a whole nation was out there looking for you. You swallowed the tears and bravely approached the counter.

“Excuse me sir,” You lowered your voice as much as you could, trying to make yourself unrecognizable. The man closed his newspaper aggressively, laying it on the counter, his eyes piercing through your conscience. “I- I couldn’t help myself, listening to the TV right now, do you know what happened to Dreamcatcher’s maknae?”

“Young lady,” The man’s voice sounded surprisingly tender, relief traveling in your body when he didn’t realize your true identity. “Where have you been lately? It’s been all over the news.”

“I-” You gulped, looking for an excuse. “I was studying hard for exams Sir.”

“Fair enough. Good luck on those.” He stood up from his chair and approached the counter, a faint smell of tobacco accompanying him. “Dreamcatcher’s maknae has been missing for about five days now. It’s believed she escaped because of the hate she got, the company even took legal actions against the people making the most damage.”

“Huh-” 

“Police have been searching every corner they can, boats already deployed on the Han river in case she… You know. But it’s been so long that faith has been wearing off, everyone is praying for a miracle, for her to be found alive,” He lowered his sight, fidgeting his hands on the counter. Your breath halted at his last words, your heart sinking in your chest as your tears were almost uncontainable. “Such a shame, my grandkid loves the group and she has been crying non-stop since the news broke out. I could see she had great potential.”

“She- she did?” You dared raising your eyes, surprised at the owner’s words. 

“She really did.” 

A tense silence took over your body, with a thousand ideas floating around in your brain. But there was one that took over all the others quickly enough. You only put the bag of chips and the bottle on the counter, getting your wallet out of your bag.

“I’m just going to need these two sir,” You mumbled as the owner scanned each item, bringing you the total amount to pay. “And a favor.”

“What would that favor be, young lady?” He answered as he counted the cash you handed to him, attentively handing you your items.

“Can you please call me a taxi?”

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The girls sat in silence on their dorm, their eyes filled with dark circles around following their sleepless nights worrying for you, the TV was full of news programs in the morning and they decided to ignore them since they only drilled them with your absence and the reminder that even the most professional teams searching for you could not locate you was pretty discouraging. 

“What if we never find her?” JiU was the first to burst into tears again, the biggest toll falling on her shoulders as she spent day and night on the sofa facing their dorm’s front door. Tears were common already as they couldn’t help but having their minds be filled with ideas they didn’t even want to explore.

Silence filled the air, making everyone turn their heads towards Yoohyeon and Siyeon, they had repeatedly answered everything negative the girls cried with encouragement. But on the dawn of the fifth day, they didn’t feel like raising the group morale when not even them felt so certain about the future either.

“I- don’t know.” Were the only words coming out of Siyeon’s mouth as a mumble, making all the other girls start tearing up again.

Swallowed sobs reigned the air until a soft hum stood out. Yubin’s gentle singing filled the air, the other girls recognizing the song immediately. Your song. One by one the other girls joined her, harmoniously swelling their surroundings with a much needed drop of hope for their soul. As the song continued, each one of them cuddled towards each other, seeking the warmth and comfort of their arms. A silent promise to deliver this and so much more to you if you ever came back. 

The song was arriving to their end, as silent once again reigned the room when a sigh from the leader broke through. JiU caressed the backs of the girls surrounding her,

“We’ll wait for her the time that we need too-” 

A knock in the door startled all the girls, making them jump to their feet. Conflicting emotions swirling around them. It could be a manager, asking them about activities details, a police officer coming to deliver bad news or maybe…

Handong was the first brave soul to open the door, bracing for whatever good or bad news was standing behind it. 

You stood there, rigid and nervous, your fists clenching your arms for dear life as the light of the room illuminated your silhouette. She recognized your figure immediately, with only the shock of the moment preventing her from moving either.

“Y/n?...” She whispered as a first reflex.

“I’m sorry.” You answered back, trembling. “I’m so sorry-”

You felt your hand being pulled into the room, with the weight of her body slamming against yours, followed by the screams and cries of the rest of the girls approaching.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” JiU cried as the group hug got tighter around you. 

“Welcome back home” SuA continued, her tears dampening your shoulder.

Every evil thought banished away from your mind when the familiar smell and warmth of your members surrounded you. A thousand attacks and insults could be headed your way, but it didn’t matter in the moment, a safety blanket protecting you in the form of the best people you had ever met in your life, it didn’t cross your mind to ever let them go, and they would never let you feel alone ever again. The promise beating hard in each of your hearts.

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(Hey guys! It’s Ash here.)

I hope you are doing good, as you have read all the way down, this one was filled with some heavy emotions. I just wanted to tell you all that, you are never alone and there will always be light at the end of the tunnel. If you struggle with intrusive negative thoughts, HERE you can find a masterpost with a lot of resourses for help. I’m also here if you ever want to chat. Stay safe, with love. Ash❤

[pudding-head-kenma]

You’re My Happiest Place [ Wakatoshi x Reader ]

Request: Can i request ushijima x gf manager reader Karasuno boys had a sleepover and decided to stroll around then saw the reader buying snacks at the convience store with ushijima being clingy to her and cuddles too thanks❤️

A/N: This might be a little all over the place, I was having fun with Karasuno being crackheads but also introducing the relationship between Toshi and his gf, I hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless!

“I’m telling you, there’s no other rational explanation!” Hinata keeps pressing the subject, and by now nobody’s really paying attention to this argument. They know better than to argue against the boy, especially when he gets silly ideas into his head that prove to be difficult to push away. They just let him have his moment, opting for not agreeing nor disagreeing, safely going through the conversation on neutral grounds. Not Kageyama, though, he’s not buying any of this.

“And I’m telling you, dumbass, a ghost did not make you toast.”

“I didn’t put the bread in, my mom wasn’t home, my sister wouldn’t ever go near the toaster! Who put the bread in, then?!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you HONESTLY believe-”

“STOP YELLING!” Daichi, as usual, has had enough of them arguing in the middle of the street and bothering just about everyone that walks by them. Although they don’t say anything, the other third years are thankful for the captain’s yelling, hoping for some peace and quiet now that he has told them off – seriously, they’re five seconds away from Nishinoya joining in the conversation and take neither side, instead making up a story of his own that would surely worsen the situation.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

The next few moments are quiet, before everyone goes back to their conversations; they hadn’t had a sleepover together in a while, so they had wasted a lot of time just catching up in general about things that weren’t related to the team, even Tsukishima had blessed them with a few short sentences, and yet they all still seemed to have a lot to talk about.

Yamaguchi had claimed a spot next to Tsukishima, both of them walking far behind the group in hopes of not having to deal with Hinata. Sugawara and Daichi walked ahead of the group, involved in their own little conversation, while Asahi was borderline bullied by Tanaka and Nishinoya, Ennoshita desperately trying to get them to stop. Kinoshita and Narita walked a bit away from the group as well, mostly laughing at the scene in front of them. The remaining two were still glaring at each other, but they had dropped the ghost talk by now.

“Woah, guys-”

“If you tell us you thought of a reason why we should believe your ghost theory, I’m going to throw you off of that bridge over there.” After a good hour or two of silence from Tsukishima, he had spoken up in a warning tone, glaring daggers at the smaller middle blocker in front of him. Seriously, how long can this conversation go on for?

“I wasn’t going to! I was just gonna ask if that’s Ushiwaka over there.”

There’s a collective ‘huh’ from the group, and soon they’re all turning their heads to the place Hinata is bluntly pointing to. He’s a few feet away and turned around, but they can definitely tell it’s him.

“What is that bastard doing in our territory?!”

“I think we should go over there and teach him a lesson!”

“Our territory... Please be quiet, you’re embarrassing us.” Sugawara sighed, shaking his head at Tanaka and Nishinoya, who looked just about ready to go provoke Ushijima. “Technically, if you want to go all gang talk on us, we’re the ones in his territory. See? We’re close to Shiratorizawa” He nodded up towards a street sign, and that was enough to make the other two calm down – though Tanaka definitely looked disappointed for losing his excuse to pick a fight.

Although they have no intention of speaking to him directly, most of the boys are still looking at him, and the whole group has collectively stopped walking. There’s a certain tension in the air, be it competition or whatever else, and they can’t seem to walk away, even if they weren’t spotted.

In reality, it’s probably because it’s a once in a time chance. They rarely come to this part of town all together, and it’s probably not that easy to spot Ushijima out in public without his team. It’s like a peek into his life, not just as a volleyball player, and it’s somehow intriguing.

It becomes even more intriguing as Ushijima approaches a girl, and wraps his arms around her from behind.

Tanaka seems pretty offended by that. “That bastard! How dare he grab an innocent girl? Noya, let’s go over there-”

“And teach him not to mess with pretty women like that! My thoughts exactly, let’s go!”

They’re both grabbed by the back of their shirts before they can venture any further, Daichi more than annoyed at their reckless behaviour by now.

“Are you stupid? They’re obviously dating.”

Chaos ensues.

You jump a little at the sudden touch, but you’re quick to recognise the gentle hands around your waist. You tilt your head back ever so slightly, comfortably resting against him as you look through a few items on the shelf.

Despite what everyone might think, Wakatoshi is a very affectionate boyfriend. You wouldn’t exactly call him clingy, but he does enjoy physical contact from time to time. You find he likes grabbing your hand in crowds, enjoys wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close to him, and it’s not rare for him to kiss you before practise, even if his teammates are around. He’s not shy about anything, having always been a blunt person, so he sees no point in being shy about his relationship, either.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself. I thought I told you to go ahead and go home?”

“Felt like waiting for you.”

One of the best things about being in a relationship with Wakatoshi is that he’s very honest. You never second guess the truth behind his feelings, because he has never been one to sugar coat anything. If he likes you, he says it. If he doesn’t like something, he says it. It’s not hard, and it shouldn’t have to be. You always feel secure in your relationship, because you trust him to always be open with you. That’s why he’s so blunt about his display of affection, too.

His arms tighten around you, nudging his nose against your cheek in hopes of catching your attention, and for a split second you forget what you’re even trying to read on the package, instead glancing at him. He’s quick to act, knowing he only has a few seconds to press his lips against yours, and he does so without even thinking too much about it before giving you a little more space to finish your shopping.

Most people would think he’s rude; that’s one of the downsides of him being so blunt, he always says what goes through his head with little to no filter, which people often associate with not being polite rather than just not being a liar. Coming from that same judgement that he’s rude, people end up assuming he’s not very touchy at all and would rather keep his distance from everyone. That’s just not true, it’s mostly that he’s only affectionate with people he trusts.

You eventually nudge him a little, and he’s quick to catch the hint and let go, following closely behind you as you pick up the rest of the snacks and head to the counter. He’s faster than you, and he’s already offering the little old man working there some money. You know better than to complain, he’d tell you what he always tells you: ‘I wanted to do that for you.’ At first, it bothered you, but you’ve grown used to it. He told you he’s happy when he does things for you, and you’re not exactly angry at the fact he wants to buy you things. You both came to an agreement that he wouldn’t overdo it, though.

As you head out, you both remain quiet when you notice the poorly hidden boys behind a few bushes; You recognise them, of course, they’re from Karasuno. You already know two of them had ran into your boyfriend before, their blunt behaviour having surprised even the bluntest person you know. It’s a little funny, and you’re almost unable to stop yourself from laughing. But as Wakatoshi reaches to hold your hand all those thoughts seem to melt away, and you’re instead focused on him completely.

When you’re both in his room, he’s even more open with his feelings. He doesn’t take long at all to pull you into his arms. His cuddling usually depends on his mood; usually, he likes holding you against his chest, having you on top of him so he can keep his arms tight around you, and so that you can hear his heart. When he’s tired from practise, however, he likes to hold your waist and lie down on your chest, listening to your heart instead. He seems to be tired today, and your arms move on their own, your hands tangling in his hair as you softly comb it, knowing it’s going to relax him.

“I’m happy you decided to be our manager.”

You smile, knowing he’s about to bluntly talk about his feelings again. You hum in response, gently scratching his scalp, to which he responds by tightening his grip around you, bringing you closer. Wakatoshi always likes bringing you as close as possible when the two of you are alone.

“Why?”

He doesn’t hesitate. He never does, doesn’t see why he should.

“I wouldn’t have talked to you otherwise. And you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He always tell you that. You see the way his eyes shine when he wins a match, you see the way he swells up with pride whenever he delivers the perfect spike, you hear the passion in his words when he talks about volleyball – but they never compare to you. None of that compares to you, it never could. He knew it from the start, and he helped you learn it as well.

You’re both quiet after that. You’re aware that he’s tired and might just need a nap. In his embrace, you always seem to feel sleepy as well. You call it a curse, and yet he calls it a blessing – to be able to hold you close without bothering you, since you’re both feeling exhausted. So you let your eyes close, your hands stopping their movements after a few moments as you both fall into a deep sleep. You can’t tell which one fell asleep first, but neither of you let go.

You almost hear one of the Karasuno boys yell out how unfair it is that Wakatoshi gets everything, even dating his team’s manager.

Almost.

[letshaikyuu]

𝐋𝐞𝐯, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐟

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can I get headcanons of Lev, Sakusa, and Bokutoo with a very busty S/O? A lot of people look at their S/O and she's very shy about it. Hopefully this is okay :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: there’s no warning cause I want you all to feel confident while reading this, I'll hype you up anon all the time ;3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 ;𝟑

𝐋𝐞𝐯 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚

I have a feeling Lev would be somewhat shy at first because he isn’t used to seeing someone with a big bust. Yes, he has an older sister, but that’s completely different, and you’re his girlfriend, so he pays more attention to all of your assets yk? Acts like he isn't sparing a glance from time to time, but his red face always rats him out. After your relationship has been going on for a while, Lev isn't shameless at all to ask you if you have any problems with being so 'gifted' and listens to you whenever you rant

When he starts noticing that people are openly staring at you in public, he definitely gets jealous because that's territory only he can walk on. He has a pout on his lips and pulls you closer to him so that people notice that you are taken. He sees how shy you are and that pisses him off even more because people can be so rude sometimes. Tries to calm your nerves by saying bad jokes or dishing out compliments to make you more confident in your looks. It usually takes your mind off of the stares because Lev is just comical and his jokes would make anyone laugh

Hypes you up all the time that you're extremely beautiful and that all those stares don't matter. He would never go 'Oh it's really annoying' or something like because Lev loves you too much ;3. And he definitely falls asleep on your bust sometimes and when he wakes up, he's so embarrassed, but he can't deny the amazing nap he had at the same time lol

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

Sakusa is someone that wouldn’t pay attention to your bust actually. The guy is dating you for your personality and your looks are just an added bonus. He seems like the type that would break it off with someone gorgeous but has a shitty personality. I admit, he does look when you're not paying attention, but it's so stealthy that you never notice. Sakusa with the smallest hints of blush on his face because you're damn beautiful bb. If some of his friends mention your bust, he will not hesitate to hit them over the head

He hates attention and crowds, and the people staring at you and making you shy just add fuel to the fire. He has the deadliest of stares while walking in public and a tight grip is on your waist. Really regrets going out, but doesn't complain a bit so that you can finish your stuff in peace. When you two get home, Sakusa wants to compliment you and to tell you not to pay attention to others, but he's not that capable of doing that, so it just comes out like 'I don't mind so you shouldn't either'

He doesn't openly compliment you for your bust because it's Sakusa we're talking about. But he's very proud that he has a girlfriend like you and whenever someone asks him how he found someone like you, Sakusa just smirks at them and tells them it's his charm that got you hooked, and trust me he wouldn't be lying-

𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

Omg, Kou is the happiest man ever. He adores every single inch of your body and especially that part because a curvy person is perfect for Bokuto honestly. Extremely touchy and his hands always 'accidentally' land on your bust somehow. He gives you this sheepish grin and goes 'oops', but still doesn't take his hand away because that would be a crime, and Kou is too nice for that heh. Also, falls asleep frequently and intentionally on your bust because he sleeps the best when in that position ;3

If he could press you completely into his body while you're outside, he would. He's jealous and whines about how people keep looking at you. 'But you're mineeee, that's not fair T^T.' He's such a baby, but I love him omg. Ask him to go lingerie shopping with you and Kou is farting rainbows. He's not embarrassed at all and waltzes into the shop, head held high and ready to slay this shopping trip. You have to buy something he chooses because he'd be the happiest bean ever

He's the one that very loudly tells you how gorgeous you and your body are. You can be directly beside him and he'd still yell. If you ever feel self-conscious, Kou has a Powerpoint presentation ready on 'How you're the most precious human being he's ever met (ft. your bust)'

[jaz-xedarix]

The Return of the Star

Thank you so much for your patience and your nice words. I really appreciated them too much. 

So finally I have finished part II, and things are starting to get really interesting.

As I promised there’s a new coloring among the text, I really hope you like it, and I put another one, but a bit older, since I couldn’t resist to post it in this part XD

Thanks so much to @buffaloborgine​ and @trinity-blood-translations for helping me correct this text, your effort is valuable to me. Send you lots of love my friends.

Let’s get started.

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                                      II

The Istvan Opera House was located on Andrássy Street, the main avenue of the city. It was an old style building that had survived Armageddon. After the liberation battle, it was the first place restored by the archbishop, to serve as a public building for the citizens. 

The building was built in a magnificent and delicate Neo-Renaissance style. It was an imposing work that could be compared to the Scala in Milan, the Opernhaus in Vienna or the Státní in Prague. The facade had a secluded air, but once inside the decorations in gold and purple colors overwhelmed the visitor with their luxury. 

The “guest of honor” entrance that Esther passed through was no exception. In the boxes facing the wide stage, the rugs were so thick that they reached to the ankles, as if she were in a lavish palace. The walls were lined with works of art and all the furniture had been expressly imported from Rome or Florence. 

However, everything paled when compared to the beauty of the woman who was waiting for her sitting on the sofa. 

“Welcome, Sister Esther. You may be exhausted after the trip...” 

The Cardinal Caterina Sforza, Duchess of Milan, Secretary of State of the Vatican and head of its foreign policy, gave a friendly welcome to the nun. Telling her to sit on the couch that was in front, where the two priests was already sitting, she laid her cup of tea on the table. 

“I've was told you've had a difficult time with the media at the station. I am glad that you are well.” “Nothing happened… More than anything, it was a surprise that…” 

Looking into the gray eyes that smiled at her behind the monocle, the nun awkwardly shook her head like a puppet. For Esther, the Cardinal was a person almost as sacred as the Virgin. Every time she presented herself to her, she couldn't help but get nervous and tense. She brushed off the sweat she didn't have and continued in an uneasy voice: 

“Your Eminence, the journalists called me Saint… what kind of joke is this? And why am I the protagonist of the play that is going to be performed here tonight?” “We'll talk about all that later...” Adjusting her monocle, the beautiful woman looked up at the stage, the curtain still closed, and sighed. “His Holiness will be here shortly. He is accompanied by the Minister of Information, who is the one who has organized all this. I myself know only part of the story. It will be better if he tell us all about it in person… What I want to hear now is what news you bring me from the Empire.” 

The cardinal spoke with the usual serenity. However, her voice had hardened slightly as she turned her gaze back to the nun and priest, as she crossed her legs under her habit.

“Were you able to contact the empress?” “Yes, we have to inform you about it.” Esther steadied herself and her voice changed as she began to recite the report that she had been rehearsing mentally in the way: “We were fortunate enough to have direct contact with the Empress in...” “Well, the truth is that we couldn't speak to her directly…” 

Everything Esther had prepared came to nothing when the other voice interrupted her, preventing her from speaking.

“Eh!?” She didn't even have time to stop him. As he turned to the voice, she saw that Abel was still speaking with an irrepressible verbiage, which did not leave her a space to intervene.

“We did our best to deliver Her Eminence's message in person, but, of course, meeting the Empress in person was beyond our means. Even so, you need not worry, because we asked a local noblewoman, the Marquise of Kiev, Astharoshe Asran, whom I already knew before, to serve as an intermediary. The message will have reached its destination; you can be sure of it.” “Ah? Bu... Father... Wait a minute...” But what was he saying!? Esther nervously adjusted her habit as if to signal him, but Abel did not stop chattering for an instant, gesturing exaggeratedly with his hands.  “Yes, we suffered the unspeakable to achieve it. Abroad, right? One does not know how things are done... To fulfill our mission we spend our days without stopping running up and down... tears come to my eyes just remembering it now that I tell you, and without doubt, you will cry too... Imagine, I lost three kilograms!” 

Where did all this nonsense come from? Esther managed to come to herself and resist the curiosity to see how far the priest would be able to go. 

“Wait... wait, father! Stop speaking nonsense!” She did not know what this foolishness was about, but if it continued like this, Caterina would end up thinking that they had not seen the Empress. Covering Abel's mouth with her hand, Esther yelled in the direction of the Cardinal:

“Ignore him, Your Eminence! We do…”

«We did speak directly to the Empress!» Just when Esther, red with exertion, was about to shout that phrase...

“Cardinal Sforza, I beg your pardon...” An elegant male voice echoed out as the door opened. Looking up, the Cardinal met a man who was greeting her respectfully and who was leading a group of three people. He was middle-aged and wore the purple sash on his habit that indicated his status as archbishop.

“Forgive us for interrupting your conversation, Your Eminence. His Holiness and Cardinal Borgia have arrived.” “Hello Beautiful!” The second voice would seem to have been made up of a frivolous shake spiced with kitsch. It was hard to imagine anyone less suited to wear the Cardinal habit than the young man with long dyed hair and a nasal voice who had just entered. This was Antonio Borgia, the Minister of Information. “How long, right?! Makes sooo much that I did not see how fantastic you are that seems that my aesthetic sense have atrophied, you know? How are we doing?” “Good afternoon, Cardinal Borgia. I see you are very happy. If I'm not mistaken, we met the day before yesterday in Rome, right?” 

Responding sharply to the young man, Caterina turned her gaze to the third figure in the group. Seeing the face of the teenager coming up behind the two men, her cold gaze softened. 

“Ah, Alec…! How was the flight? Are you dizzy again?” “Y..., y... yes, sister...” Dressed with beautiful white clothes, the Pope Alessandro XVIII spoke with a low voice. In addition to being extremely shy around people, to the point of bordering on autism, get out of Rome or even out of the Papal Palace supposed one horrible adventure for him. Anyways, the face of his sister seemed to calm him a bit, because he went on, stammering: 

“I..., I got dizzy a b..., a little... b... but now I'm fi... I'm fine...” “Really? But you don't have very good color. I'll make someone to prepare some medicine for you... Wait, I'll take the opportunity to make the introductions, since we're all here. This is Sister Esther from the Secretary of State. She is the Saint of Istvan” 

Exhorted by Caterina, the nun saluted respectfully. “Nice to meet you. It is an honor to be in your presence, Holiness.”All Vatican employees knew of the reserved character of the pope. In order not to startle him, Esther spoke in a calm voice as she placed a light kiss on his hand.“I am not worthy of you granting me the grace to kneel before you... “ “Ah...! N..., no...” At the touch of the young woman's lips, the pope went from pale to flushed. His breathing quickened, as if he were going to have a heart attack, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment. ”And…, and…, I… And…, and…, I…, I…”

“Holiness, you must be tired...” said the first man who had entered, placing his hand on the shoulder of the babbling teenager. Maybe half a century of his life had already passed, but his face had manly features that surely wreaked havoc on the opposite sex when he was young. With an attentive expression, he made the young Pope sit on the sofa.

“The show will take a while to start. Get some rest here. If you allow me, I will handle the speech.” “Thank you, Archbishop D'Annunzio...” 

Before Esther's eyes, the Pope was panting hard, as if he were going to have a panic attack or something. The one who wiped the sweat from his forehead to reassure him was Caterina. 

“Forgive me for putting you through something like this, but this ceremony took so much effort that...” “Oh, does not matter! It is an honor to be able to do our bit to the work of her eminence and the Vatican.”

 Emanuele D'Annunzio, Archbishop of Istvan, smiled kindly as he took Caterina’s hand. After kissing her like a gentleman kisses a lady, he turned his serene green eyes to her beautiful face.  “I wrote the script for tonight's play myself. I am afraid that it will not be up to the refined taste of Her Eminence, but it will be my honor that you listen to it... I do not know how the representation will turn out, but...” “It'll be great, you know? Sure: super, super good.” 

The one who responded in this way to the humble words of the archbishop was not Caterina, but the other cardinal present. Antonio, adjusting his bangs, continued with a slightly annoyed voice.  “Because, hey, haven't we helped you with production from the Ministry? I mean, the stage, and the direction, and the actors... Aaaaall of it it’s super mega first class. So if it goes wrong, it will be because of the script, you know?” “We will be forever grateful for your support, Cardinal Borgia. It is an honor that you have dedicated your valuable time to our representation...”

D'Annunzio's words were kind, but there was a hint of provocation in his tone. His green gaze was fixed on the young man, like an adult lion facing the cub that wants to take his place. 

“Today's ceremony is very important to us, because our recovery will serve to show it to the world. Its success will also serve to show the power of the Vatican… We hope to continue having the support of the Ministry of Information from now on.” “...” 

Although the tone was defiant, it could not be said that there was anything really wrong from the archbishop's words. Antonio was silent, something strange in him, as if not knowing what to answer, clearly feeling the difference in maturity that existed between him and his interlocutor. 

In his fifties, Archbishop D'Annunzio was an experienced man who had played a crucial role in the Vatican since the time of the previous Pope Gregorio XXX. As the right hand of Alfonso d'Este, who was then head of the College of Cardinals, he had held important positions as Director of the Holy Inquisition and Chief Secretary of the Vatican. In his spare time he had written dozens of novels and more than two hundred plays, and was considered one of the literary geniuses of his time. However, his brilliance had provoked the envy of Alfonso, who ended up moving him away from the center. His fame was surpassed only by Cardinals Medici and Sforza, the Pope's stepsiblings. No one but a skilled politician would have gotten Istvan city reborn from its ruins just a year after the catastrophe of The Star of Sorrow.

“Ah, but I have not yet greeted the main guest...” 

After silencing the young man, the archbishop turned quickly to Esther, who was silently observing the dialectical combat between the two high religious positions.

“This is the first time we met, but I know you very well, Sister Esther. I beg your pardon for having you come from so far away.” “Ple…pleased to meet you, Your Excellency...” Esther rose, embarrassed, from the sofa at the friendly smile of the priest and lowered her head, blushing at his manly features.“I am much honored that you invited me. It is an honor to meet you personally.” “Not at all, the honor is mine for being able to greet the Saint in person. I did extensive research on you to write this script. I've been dreaming of meeting you for a long time, but... the truth is that you have surprised me. I didn't think you were so beautiful...”       “I… beautiful? Not at all…” 

At the Archbishop's compliments, Esther buried her head deeply and turned even more red. Half confused, half flustered, she looked around for Abel to come to her aid. “It's the first time I've been invited to a box of honor at the opera, but hey, what a sight! Heh heh, I feel like God...” 

The priest was lost in his thoughts, observing the theater, and did not realize that the nun was looking at him. In her imagination, Esther kicked him on the back, while scratching her head, wondering how to respond to the archbishop.

“May I ask you not to call me Saint? It's a too important word that I don't deserve at all...” “You don't deserve it? You are too modest, sister… ” D'Annunzio replied, still smiling, as if enjoying the young woman's bewilderment. Extending his hand to fix her cap, the archbishop looked at her with mischievous face “You are the holy maiden who protected the people and killed the evil demon... As Archbishop of Istvan I cannot be grateful enough. Tonight's performance is my humble attempt to help your feat remain in the memory of future generations.”  “I am very grateful to you, but...” 

With a tight smile, Esther awkwardly shook her head. Her face had suddenly lost its rosy color. Saint Esther? What all that was about? 

She murmured that inside her with downcast eyes, it wasn't just because the name disgusted her.  

A year ago a man had expired in her arms. He was someone who had loved his human wife, someone who had decided to fight the world as revenge because the humans themselves had taken the woman he loved from him. 

The “evil demon” that D'Annunzio referred to was that being. Esther had been elevated to the category of Saint for the "feat" of having killed him, but there was something that did not convince her. All this seemed like a farce in which she did not want to be involved... 

“Ah, by the way, Your Eminence, what about Cardinal Medici? I thought he was also going to be present at the ceremony for the fallen...” “Unfortunately, his commitments do not allow him to leave Rome. He said he would send a representative, but… still not arrived?” 

D'Annunzio and Caterina began to talk about practical matters. Relieved that she was no longer the center of the conversation, Esther turned her eyes to the audience. 

More than a thousand spectators filled the theater. They were all famous people from the city, but Esther didn't recognize any faces. During the reconstruction of Istvan, D'Annunzio had given preferential treatment to the industrialists of Rome and Venice to install their factories and banks in the city. The attendees were all rich people of that kind. The echoes of the conversations that were heard were not in Hungarian, but mainly in the official language of Rome. 

The curtain was still down, but the actors could be seen waiting behind the scenes, probably to come out to say hello before the performance. Among them was a smiling young nun, the heroine portrayed in the flier. The hunchback next to her would be the Marquis of Hungary. The sinister makeup highlighted his monstrous appearance and showed long predator fangs. It couldn't be clearer that he was the bad guy in the story. 

The fragile and beautiful heroine would go through many difficulties, but in the end she would defeat the monster and bring peace to the city. It was such a predictable story that just by seeing the actors you could already imagine. 

But… 

«But the fight end was much more complex», thought Esther, grabbing unconsciously the rosary that hung from her neck.                                                                                                                                                                        «It’s not the urge to kill. I don't have such bad taste as to enjoy killing others. This is a fight for life» 

The man who had said those words was not a mere “evil demon”, nor had Esther fought him for strictly holy motives. There were still many things that she did not fully understand, but it was clear that this had been a struggle for survival. If she had lost, it would have been Esther and her companions who would have died. Yet the young girl couldn't get a question out of her head: «Was it really an inevitable conflict?» 

A nun like her couldn't ask such a question out loud. As long as she worked for the Vatican, a doubt like that was tantamount to questioning her own identity...

“Eh?”

Esther was lost in her thoughts for one moment, but at once came back to herself. Among the actors who had gathered in one corner of the stage, a figure that had gone out discreetly from behind the curtain of the opposite corner had called her attention. 

 It was one girl more or less of the same age of Esther, she had brown skin, an unusual color in the region, and her hair of a raven black. The combination of the daring opening of her dress with the long gloves decorated with precious stones gave her an extremely dramatical air. But what attracted the interest of Esther was neither her figure nor the clothes she wore. Those purple eyes that glowed in the well-proportioned face... she had seen them before somewhere. 

“That girl looks familiar to me...” “Is there something wrong, Esther?”

The voice that echoed behind her was of the lanky priest, who was wandering absent-mindedly around the royal box. As he devoured with his eyes the plate of tea pastries next to the young woman, he asked:

“Suddenly you were silent, doing that face… Oh, do you have a stomach ache? Do you want me to eat those pastries? I don't mind doing you that favor...” “No,” Esther replied dryly, cutting off the priest and added, pointing at the girl with her finger: “Doesn't that girl looks like someone familiar to you, father? I've seen that face already... and not long ago.” “Eh, what girl?” The priest asked in an intrigued voice, and looking where Esther was pointing, he looked confused. “I don't see any girl… Ah, you mean that actress over there?” “No, I mean, the one that has come from the other si... Huh?”  

When she looked back to the stage, Esther furrowed her brow, as well as Abel. The female figure that she had seen an instant before had disappeared. “But how strange... she was there a moment ago...” “Wow! Is that the actress who plays your role? I had seen her in the flyer, but in live she is even more beautiful!” Abel had already lost all interest in Esther and was absorbed in watching the group of actors. He made no effort to hide the drool from looking at the actress. "But what a beauty! Both in style and in attractive it is much better than the original… Ah, but don't be angry, Esther. It is undeniable that she is much more beautiful, elegant and seductive than you, but you have your special appeal. You don't have to worry.” “I have to take that as a compliment!?” 

Esther put the cup of tea on the plate, ready to answer the priest as he deserved, but...

“Ah! The representation is about to begin...” murmured the Archbishop, raising the eyes to the clock and got up to say goodbye to the Pope and the Cardinals. “Holiness, Eminences, I hope you enjoy with the performance. Excuse me, I will give the welcome the public... Come on, Sister Esther.” “What!? Me?” 

Esther was stunned, pointing her finger at herself as she blinked in surprise.Why did she have to accompany the archbishop to greet those people?Seeing the nun's confusion, the archbishop smiled and in a sweet voice, he dropped the bomb:  “Let's greet the audience together… I suppose you have prepared a little speech.” “Sa... say hello to...? A speech!?” 

At those completely unexpected words, Esther was dumbfounded. It was a joke? He couldn't expect for her to just come out on stage in front of the crowd and improvise a speech! 

“Wait ... wait! It's a bit hasty...” “But haven't you come prepared? How clueless my Saint is... Well, what can we do? As I assumed something like this could happen, I have allowed myself the freedom to prepare a small draft. You just have to read it.” “Eh…? But…” 

The archbishop seemed to be completely serious and handed her a pile of papers. Esther received them without knowing very well what to do and looked doubtfully to the priest, looking for his help...

“Ah, Esther! If you go on stage, can you ask that actress to sign an autograph for me?” Let it say,«To Father Nightroad, sweetheart» or something like that, okay? Heh heh heh...!” “!” 

Saving her killer instinct for later Esther heaved a deep breath.There was no way out of it.            

 "Ugh, I'm late!"

Although it was still early November, the winter cold had already fallen on Istvan. Gloomy clouds covered the sky, and although the building was supposed to be equipped with heating, the white breath of the people walking through the lobby of the Opera House could be seen. 

However, the male figure that rushed into the hall seemed immune to all of it. From the gigantic man who crossed the room devastating the carpet emanated a suffocating sensation of summer heat. It goes without saying that such a figure attracted all eyes, as if a monster from another world had suddenly appeared in the room; but the man seemed oblivious to it and advanced with a hard look, as if he were entering enemy territory. 

“What a misery to have suffered a setback precisely when I am representing Cardinal Medici! This mistake can be very expensive, Petros!” 

Dressed in the uniform of a secret police officer, Brother Petros looked up at the clock as if observing an ancient enemy. Although there were still twenty minutes until the start of the performance, he had committed a very serious fault by not having arrived before His Holiness made his entrance. 

Anyway, he had only arrived in the city a few minutes ago, sent by his superior, who had too many business holding him back in Rome. He had not arrived by air, like the Pope, but had taken the land route. The planned inspection of the military facilities had taken him longer than planned, and that had caused the delay. 

Although the inspection had been satisfactory, it was scandalous that the director of the Holy Inquisition arrived after the papal retinue. No doubt a severe reprimand from Francesco awaited him when he returned. If it was just a row that awaited him... There was one other thing that Petros had to worry about... 

“Where will the honor box be?  Eh…? Where the hell am I?” 

As soon as he went through the lobby, Petros stopped. He had to accept that he was lost and began to look around, but none of the doors he saw were the ones he was looking for. 

Indeed, he did not know where he was. He had stormed across the lobby, but had no idea how to get to the honor box. Resigned to search blindly, he began to scan the surroundings with a fierce grin, to see if he could find any sign, but could do nothing more than make a passing child cry.

 The issue was that the box of honor was not accessible from the general entrance but it had its own access, but Il Ruinante had no way of knowing that. He gritted his teeth and prepared to undo his way when...  

“Oh!”

Behind the intrepid warrior monk came a small cry of pain. 

Turning around, Petros had collided head-on with a girl who was walking behind him. The girl fell on her back to the carpet, dropping what she was carrying. 

“Aaah! Forgive me, sister! How clumsy you are, Petros!” 

The man tried to apologize as he picked up the papers, which had been strewn down the hall. The nun was still moaning on the floor, clutching her bonnet.

 “Excuse my ineptitude! Are you OK? Eh? You!?” As he helped the nun to stand up, Petros' face changed as he roared in surprise at his interlocutor, who was still reeling: “You are Esther Blanchett!” “Ah, brother… Petros, right?” Moved by the violence with which the inquisitor had spoken her name, the young woman stepped back, raising her tearful gaze to Il Ruinante, and bowed to him. “We haven't seen each other for a long time… Ah, thanks again for your support in Carthage.” “No, please, I'm the one who owes you... But what am I saying?!” Petros began to respond to the greeting automatically, but quickly came back to himself. This was not the time to chat! “Esther Blanchett! What are you doing here!? This is not the place for you!” 

Finally the nun straightened with surprise in her eyes. “Well, I was getting ready for the speech. Archbishop D'Annunzio has ordered me to greet the audience with a few words and was reviewing the script...” “Has the archbishop ordered it? Impossible. How can it be that...?” Laughing like if he was talking to a little girl, Petros glanced at the script, his expression suddenly turning from skepticism to surprise. Topping the sheets was… the archbishop's seal!? The inquisitor began hastily reading the text. “Wha... but what...?! «Before all of you gathered here I want to raise my voice to denounce...»”

«Before all of you gathered here, I want to raise my voice to denounce that there is pure Evil in the world. I want to raise my voice to say that as long as that Evil is not exterminated, we will have no future. We must unite to fight and defend everything we love, everything we respect. It will be a difficult and tough fight, but all united in our Faith we must face…».

 It was unbelievable, but it seemed to be, indeed, the script of a speech. And it took up almost fifty pages. The tone was a bit affected and overly dramatic, but the closing archbishop's signature seemed authentic. 

“Hmmm! And the archbishop signed it... But I can't believe it! Why did he ask you to…!?” He said, looking at the nun with suspicious eyes. “Are you plotting against me!? Tell me the truth or you will regret it!” “Eh? The truth is that I have no idea what you are talking about for a while now...”

The young woman scratched her head, honestly confused. It was like talking to a drunk who did nothing but repeat the same story. 

“It's not that I don't find it strange to be here, really. First I receive a notice from the Duchess of Milan to come to Istvan, then they ask me to give a speech... The truth is that the...” “The Duchess of Milan… Cardinal Sforza!?” Petros reacted quickly to the young woman's words. The Cardinal... what was that viper up to? 

Actually, Petros was most concerned about what the Pope's stepsister might do during the visit. Taking advantage of the absence of Cardinal Medici, she could try to manipulate His Holiness or do some strange maneuver... He had to be prepared for anything, and the facts gave him reasons to suspect. So the viper had already set off... But he would not trip over the same stone of Carthage again. This time they would not escape from him! 

Staring at the nun, who was staring at him in bewilderment, Petros clenched his fist. That witch had played with him in Carthage. Just when he was about to uncover her plot, all evidence had been destroyed. He knew with certainty that she had had contact with the vampires, although it had escaped him at the last moment. But this time he would catch her. He would discover what is she plotting around the Pope and would denounce it to the world!

 “Ah, there you are, Sister Esther...” 

A cold voice roused the inquisitor from his inflamed musings. It was an elegant male voice, interrupting him as if to protect the nun. 

“I've been looking for you for a while. Eh? I think we've met before… What brings the Inquisition here, Brother Pietro Orsini?” “Yo... Your Excellence!” Hearing his secular name after so long, Petros turned as if an electric current had passed through his body. Seeing the archbishop approaching, he gave a forced salute. “How long! What a joy to see you again!” “Yes, a long time, Orsini. The last time we saw each other was when I left my charge as Director of the Inquisition, right? You were just a kid and look at you now. How time flies!” “I will never be grateful enough for your advice and your attention back then!” Said Petros, bowing deeply, as if he were a spring doll. 

Il Ruinante’s sword was feared inside and outside the Vatican, but there were four people he bowed his head to. One of them was Archbishop D'Annunzio. 

“Please excuse my delay. The review of the troops has taken me longer than I had calculated and the roads were collapsed...” “You can tell me that later...” the archbishop cut him immediately, turning around and say with sweet voice to Esther, who was watching them in astonishment. “Sister Esther, have you had a chance to read the script? It’s almost time for your speech. Let's go up on stage.”  “Yes, I have read the text…” replied the nun, embarrassed, taking the papers that the inquisitor had returned to her with an impetuous gesture. “But, Your Excellence, am I really supposed to read that speech?” “Eh? What do you mean, sister?” 

The archbishop was surprised to see the dark light that had covered the young woman's eyes, and asked with a cautious expression: “You don't like the parliament I have prepared for you? Does it not meet your literary expectations?” “No, is not that. It is wonderfully written and conveys the ideas very well… But the message…” The nun choked with her words… After hesitating and stammering for a few seconds, she looked up, determined. “Why make such a clear call to war? A year ago we fought the Marquis of Hungary, it is true. But it was a pure struggle for survival. We did not think of pretty phrases like «divine glory» or «security of human society»...” “Ah, that's what you mean...” D'Annunzio interrupted the young woman's fiery voice with great serenity. The archbishop's smile keep its charm, but his tone had a certain inhuman echo. “You don't have to take it so seriously, Sister Esther. The public gathered here tonight have not come to hear the truth. What they expect is a dramatic and exciting story… They want the story of the heroic maiden who struck down the evil vampire. Isn't it our obligation to meet those expectations?” “B... but...” “Listen to me, Saint...” D'Annunzio silenced Esther with a gesture and shook his head. The hallway had begun to fill up, and the archbishop lowered his voice, returning greetings to passing guests. “You are a very sweet girl, Esther. I fully understand that you don't like harsh words. But think about it for a moment. Although it has recovered a lot this year, Istvan is still going through difficult times. The life of the citizens, your compatriots, is still very hard. Think how important it would be for them to have a heroine...” 

The archbishop placed a very white hand on her shoulder as he looked deeply into her eyes. “Esther Blanchett, you must be their Saint. You must be the image that encourage their hearts. You must be the strength and the hope of all those you love, of all humanity. I will show you how.” “...”

Esther was doubtful at the powerful words of the archbishop, after opening and closing her lips as if not knowing what to say, the girl sighed deeply.

“Good. I'll try.” “Good girl.” Nodding with satisfaction, D'Annunzio opened the door that led to the stage.“Sister Esther, it's time to go on stage. The public awaits you.” “OK…”

«The public awaits you». She would have felt joyful, but the worried expression of the girl did not changed. Even it could be said that the suffering is evident in her face. Anyways, Esther began to walk dragging her feet. She went through the door the archbishop had opened for her and disappeared down the dark corridor. 

 After closing the door, D'Annunzio made a sarcastic face. 

“What a difficult Saint to handle... one breaks one's back to turn her it into a star, and she, in return, complains...” “Ah?”  At the archbishop's cold laugh, Petros looked up in surprise. Opening the door again, D'Annunzio said in a clear voice, to the surprise of his former subordinate: “I never know how to treat smart ass girls. It's so boring having to lecture them like that… The tools should be quiet and just do what they are asked to do…” “A tool...? Your Excellence, when you say «tool» do you mean that girl? And what does it mean to «turn her into a star»?” 

Petros asked in astonishment. So he didn't really think she was a Saint? 

“Ah! So the director of the Inquisition is still there...” 

The Archbishop of Istvan turned as if he was seeing a stranger and responded with the tone of someone who had just discovered a stain on his clothing.

“You heard me perfectly. Saint Esther is nothing more than an image created by the Vatican. It is a huge fiction promoted through the management of the media and the investment of large amounts of money...”

 The bishop spoke confidently in the dark corridor, as if explaining everything to a tough-minded subordinate.  “As you know, the Vatican is losing power over the secular states. To stop this trend, it is necessary to regain the center of social attention. Creating a Saint is part of that project. Esther Blanchett is nothing more than a tool for our plans...” 

«You shall not worship idols», the Bible made it very clear. Didn't the archbishop know? D'Annunzio spoke as if he did not feel any apprehension or guilt for playing with the life of a girl and the faith of millions of people like that. “Besides, as a tool, it's first class. Her past is impeccable, and it doesn't hurt that she's so pretty… She has a very cute face, don't you think, Orsini?” “Eh? Well, I wouldn't know...”  At the knight's embarrassment, the archbishop looked at him with mocking eyes. “You don't know about that? Well, it doesn't matter… I have to introduce my Saint to the public. Orsini, you can go to the box of honor. Then we will talk about your delay. Get ready.”  

D'Annunzio turned, dropping those cold words, and reached for the door that led to the stage.

“Ah!?”

Frightened, Petros started to run away from his former superior, but just as he was about to give a farewell bow, he remembered that he still had something to ask him about. “Your Excellence... I really have a question to ask you before I present myself before His Holiness.”  Half-closing the door, the archbishop turned with an annoyed gesture at the voice of his exasperating interlocutor.  “What?”

D'Annunzio's voice was reminiscent of a teacher announcing to a student that he had failed. Petros barely repressed his desire to flee and ran from the archbishop just to ask: “I have just reviewed the City Guard, but… Your Excellence, what does this deployment mean? I have seen a complete division or even more. What about those tanks and aircraft!?” D'Annunzio continued walking as if he was unaware of the alarm that echoed in Il Ruinante's words.  “I admire how you have managed to reform in just one year an organization that had been completely destroyed. But for a public order force it is a bit out of proportion. Is there something going wrong?” “Eh? What is going to go wrong?” The archbishop stopped for the first time.

 Twisting his mouth, he answered coldly to Petros’ puzzled gaze. “Certainly the Guard's strength now exceeds what it was a year ago. Nobody hides it. But if the situation of the city is taken into consideration, it cannot be said that they are sufficient. After all, Istvan is the central column of the Vatican's eastern defense line. Their defensive potential has to be as great as possible... don't you think?” “If you will allow me to speak frankly, I think there is a problem of magnitude! The Second Division of the Vatican Army is deployed in this area, which is responsible of the defense work. The City Guard should only perform police functions. What is the point of equipping the police as if it were an army?”

The only response Petros' fiery speech got was a cold smile.  “Well, well, I see that you still don't understand anything, Orsini...” 

The archbishop made no effort to hide the malice and contempt on his face. As if he felt sorry for the stupidity of his interlocutor, he made a face, laughing through his nose. “Yes, there is an army division stationed here. But in the event of war, those troops will leave the region. Won't Istvan have to defend itself, then? That is why we have increased the strength of the Guard... Of course it costs us a lot of resources, but that is why we can’t afford to reduce it.” “But that dismantles all the plans of Rome and Cardinal Medici! Also, you speak of war, but now that the region has stabilized, where is the risk of war going to come from? Neighboring countries respect the authority of the Vatican and there is no sign of any disturbance to happen so...” “Brother Petros!!!” 

The scream echoed like an ice whip. Throwing a defiant look at the inquisitor, the archbishop harshly carved his words into the dark air of the hall.  “Are you the Director of the Holy Inquisition and you don't understand something like that!? Have you forgotten who the mortal enemy of humanity is!? Have you forgotten that this Empire of terrible devils is next to us!? If you've forgotten, I'll remind you. Never forget: this is Istvan, the front line of the battle against vampires!” “Ah…? But...” 

Anyone who had attended their dialogue would have been frozen in surprise.Il Ruinante, known as the most implacable man in the Vatican, had fallen silent. 

When he noticed Petros is not going to reply, the archbishop softened his expression. “Well, I don't want to lecture you anymore. Go back to the lobby. Didn't you come to escort His Holiness? That's all you're worth for. At least accomplish the mission you've been given.” “Y... yes! With your permission...” Gritting his teeth, Petros bowed. 

He was not at all convinced by the reasons given by his former superior, but he had no proper reply at the time. He didn't have time either. He turned towards the exit when... Just then the door closed in front of him. And, as if they were waiting for that moment, the guards locked the door from outside.

“Hey…”

Had they locked him up!? Petros looked around him, bewildered. The doors that led to the stalls were all closed with bolt. The lighting in the hall began to dim as the lighting on the stage took hold. The warrior priest then heard the sound of the presenter's voice through the microphone: 

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Istvan Opera House! In a few moments the Star of Sorrow will begin before all of you.”

“Petros, you are so clumsy!” 

The inquisitor began to get nervous. He had to find a way to get to the Pope's box as soon as possible! However, as much as he searched everywhere he was not able to find an open door. Apparently the security measures were meant to keep the public effectively locked inside the theater. 

He actually couldn’t make someone to open one of the doors invoking his authority as head of the Inquisition, if he did it, that would divert the attention of the speech that was about to start on the stage, and when they found out, the archbishop would scold him again some more. 

“Before we start, the author of the script will say a few words of welcome… His Excellene the Archbishop of Istvan, Emanuele D'Annunzio!” “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” 

While Il Ruinante was sweating while desperately looking for a way out, the welcome speech had begun on stage. Taking the microphone, the Archbishop smiled with all his virile charm. However, the voice that began to echo through the room had the serenity of a servant of God. 

“Welcome everyone. It has been a year since I received my appointment as Archbishop of this city. The road has not been easy, but with the help of the Lord and the collaboration of all of you, we have managed to happily overcome all the difficulties that have been presented to us so far. During this year we have defended in Istvan the glory of the Lord, who brought us a girl. I think we can be proud of it.” 

After uttering those phrases almost without breathing, the archbishop was silent for a moment. He closed his eyes as if he were remembering all the efforts of that year and raised his face to the ceiling. Petros realized that this was not more than a theatrical gesture, but the audience seemed to understand it as one reaction of sincere religious piety. Some mature women even began to sob quietly in the excitement.  Then, after checking that the entire room had gone completely silent, the archbishop opened his eyes again. Still smiling serenely, he raised his right arm to point to the small figure waiting at the base of the stage. 

“Tonight I am moved to have the opportunity to express our appreciation to the person who made the rebirth of this city possible. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the heroine who freed Istvan from the evil monster! Our hope before the devils that threaten us! Sister Esther Blanchett, Saint of Istvan!”

As thunderous applause rose, the hesitant figure of the nun appeared, equipped with a microphone. Blinking because of the bright spotlights and shrugging, the girl looked tiny in the middle of the huge stage, as if she were just a child.

 «She's just a poor kid…» Petros thought as he watched Esther walk across the stage. Come to think of it, the poor girl deserved his compassion for many reasons.First, because she belonged to the Ministry of Vatican Foreign Affairs, which was the lair of that witch, Caterina Sforza. Besides, she had to work with those agents, who had a horrible reputation of being sacrilegious. He couldn't imagine how she could lead a pious life as a nun between them. 

Above all, the entire show that night had not been sought by her, but had been implicated by the surroundings of D'Annunzio. At her young age, being worshiped as a Saint and being commissioned to make a speech to such an audience could only be considered a misfortune. 

“Uh... uh... Go... good night to every... Oh, no...! Good evening, la… ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to introduce myself to you. I am Esther Blanchett. I do not have words to express my gratitude for this opera to be performed in my honor...”

  While Il Ruinante looked at her with compassionate eyes, the nun had started babbling. The inquisitor’s heart cringed just to see how her forehead was beaded in sweat and how her blue eyes were moving full of insecurity. Trying to smile faintly, the young lady put on the table the script that the archbishop had given to her before. Just when she deployed the first pages and prepared to start reading... the tragedy happened. 

“Ah!?”

The first thing that echoed through the speakers was a small groan. The pages of the script Esther was going to read flew across the stage. 

“No!” Cried Petros, as the papers fluttered like leaves blown up in the wind.Had she forgotten to re-tie the rope that held the pages together? The nun was trying to pick them up in haste, but many had already fallen off the stage. The girl's tensed face had lost all traces of color. But Petros and the rest of the audience didn't have to hold their breath for long. 

At first, the nun was so stunned that she couldn't even speak, it was natural.

 Having to improvise a speech in front of such a crowd, and also being people of such power in society… Even a veteran politician would have found it difficult. How could it cost to a girl who had just turned eighteen? 

In view of the events, no one would have criticized her if she had fled the stage. But the Saint did not.Biting her lip as if she had made up her mind, she rose to her feet, adjusting the hem of her habit. She was still a little pale, but a powerful light shone in her blue eyes. As if attracted by that look, the audience's attention was concentrated on the girl's face when she began to speak... 

“I beg your pardon for my clumsiness… The fear of speaking in front of so many people has left me a little stunned…” Esther began in a vigorous, almost savage voice. “A play will be performed in my honor tonight and I want to express my enormous gratitude to you for taking the time to attend the performance”.

Was this the same nervous nun who had trembled a few minutes earlier? Esther addressed the audience with her head up, as if all the perplexity of before had disappeared. 

“Well, to be improvising she does it very well...” Petros said to himself with admiration, as he looked for the archbishop with his eyes. At the backstage, D'Annunzio seemed to be more tense than before, but he was still looking at the young woman with a satisfied smile. As the nun had read the script before, a few as she remembered, things would go more or less as he had planned. Petros expected the same when he looked back at the girl. She would probably invoke God and the Vatican, would praise the courage of the combatants a year ago and call those present to remain united. If she said that, nothing would be noticed... 

“Thank you all. That was my intention... But now I have changed my mind...”

It would take a long time for Petros to forget how the atmosphere in the room changed with just that short sentence.What she’s going to tell them!? Glancing to the backstage, he saw how the archbishop had stiffened, staring at the nun in amazement, as if observing a ceramic doll that had suddenly begun to speak. 

Esther was not looking at the archbishop, but at the room full of spectators. In her pupils were reflected the innumerable puzzled faces that had been nailed to her. The audience seemed hypnotized by the words of the Saint, who whispered slowly:  “I have come to pray with all of you for the souls of those who shed their blood in battle a year ago. For that I have returned here, to my city.”  The voice was not overly powerful, but it completely dominated the room, where not a cough was heard. Without being too high or too low, it filled the air with a clean and serene feeling. It was the perfect example of a pleasant voice. As proof of this, when hearing her, Petros had completely forgotten that he had to go to the royal box, nothing further from his mind at the moment than to get away from there.

Il Ruinante had been lost in thought, listening to the flow of that voice.

“A year ago, we got a lot of blood flowing. Blood of our comrades, blood of our enemies… It was a horrible battle. But then I thought there was no other option. To survive you had to fight. We couldn't help but spilling that blood. In those moments it seemed that we were at a crossroads between life and death. Yes, that was really the situation. That's why we took up the sword... But now, a year later, I have the feeling that «there was no other option» is not a sufficient explanation for that fight...”

Esther was silent for a moment after the long speech. At the view of the girl closing briefly her eyelids to soak in those memories, Petros thought that this nun did not seem at all like the girl that he knew. More than someone alive, it recalled to the images of Saints that appeared in the murals and religious paintings of the cathedrals.  When she opened her eyes again, a sweet but intense light shone on them. Looking at the audience, which was in absolute silence, she continued with a calm voice. 

“During that battle I met one person... one person who back then was my enemy. He was the man I was trying to kill. But he also believed he had to kill to me to survive.” 

Her expression could not be said to be very refined, nor the sound of the words to be very beautiful. In spite of this, there was nobody in the room that was not captivated by the voice of the Saint. None of those celebrities and distinguished people uttered a single word. They were all focused, listening to the girl, who kept talking as if this was the most normal thing in the world.  

“But it wasn't true, no one should have died; However, due to a misunderstanding, at first, both he and I thought that we had to kill ourselves to survive… And not only him. I believe that among those we killed and who killed us there were many like him. Many who laughed like us, cried like us. Many who we hated. All possibilities were destroyed by a misunderstanding.” 

Perhaps it was the memory of that man that made a trace of suffering appear in the serene voice of the girl. The audience also felt the sting of that painful memory in their chest. Looking ahead, Esther spoke without hurrying, without forcing the words, penetrating every corner of the hearts of the attendees.

“Ladies and gentlemen, distrust yourselves. Be suspicious of justice. Maybe we are too simple. Be suspicious of your ideas about justice in the world. Are they really correct? Aren't they often just what we want to believe? Don't we impose them on our neighbor many times? Be suspicious. Mistrusting these issues is not bad.” 

«Be suspicious of justice».

Hearing those words, the audience felt a slight shudder. Since the nun had started her speech, that was the first moment of doubt. The audience had been rapt with her until then, but little by little the audience began to come to their senses. Esther was not flustered by the change in the audience, so she pushed herself even harder in her speech, expressively moving her arms.

“It may be that these words make you sad. You may think that everything is false and that nothing is certain. God and justice are nothing more than mirages… But they are not. We can distrust, distrust and distrust, but something will always remain. There is always something that cannot be denied… For example, on a winter night like this, meeting with the whole family in front of the stove and feeling the warmth in the heart…” The families in the audience exchanged glances, as if encouraged by the girl's words.“Or look at the starry sky from a deserted meadow and feel how precious our little existence is...” 

As to embrace to all those present, the nun extended the arms and continued talking, pretending this time caress the soul with the voice. 

“Love of oneself and of neighbor ... that's what remains in the end. That is what makes me believe in God. Because God loves us and has given us these gifts. So let's pray together. Let us pray for all the blood that was shed and the souls of all the fallen… Amen.” “Amen.” “Amen.” “Amen.”

 Although they had wanted to rehearse it before, the response of those present would not have come out more conjoined. It seemed they had coordinated not only the breathing, but even the pulse. The echo of those words had scarcely been consumed when a thunderous round of applause went up. The ovation did not diminish after the nun finished bowing in thanks. After the archbishop's speech, the audience had remained seated, but Esther's words made everyone in attendance stand up to cheer her on. Even Petros, seeing the reaction from the room, was unable to suppress a cry of admiration.

“And she's just a little girl… What a charisma!” 

 N: A very old Petros’s coloring ;) 

Just with the dubious name of Saint, the girl had managed to move more than a thousand people. This was not normal. Thinking ahead, Petros felt a slight concern.  

If the artificial Saint that D'Annunzio and Borgia wanted to make was added that ability to attract the public, the potential of the girl was not negligible. If she developed her career under Sforza's guidance, she would be a formidable opponent for Cardinal Medici and his followers...

“Hey you! Where do you think you are going!? This is not the time for that yet!” 

Those reproachful words that came from the base of the stage brought the warrior monk to his senses. Turning, he saw a Guard soldier in his gray-blue uniform arguing with someone carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. Probably wanted to give it to the Saint. The one who carried the bouquet was a young adolescent. From the daring evening dress she was wearing, she seemed to be the daughter of one of the attendees. However, her dark skin and pronounced features were a rare combination in these lands. Her eyes were slanted and her pupils a stunning amethyst color.The soldier holding her in the gray gloves began to speak in an increasingly harsh voice.

“Didn't you hear me? If you want to give the Saint a bouquet of flowers, you have to wait for her to come down from the stage. Go back to your seat and stay still.” “Stand aside,Terran!” 

The young woman slightly moved the arm that the other was holding, It seemed a only symbolic gesture, but what happened then was anything but that. 

The soldier, who was six feet tall and weighed a hundred kilos, flew off incredibly and slammed his face against the wall. The impact must have made him pass out. The horrible noise of his nose breaking was the only thing that accompanied his collapse to the ground. 

The scene did not go unnoticed. Muffled shouts of astonishment began to be heard from the audience, and in the box of honor the cardinals had risen with tense faces. However, Petros wasted no time in observing the reactions of the attendees, because he had noticed that the young woman had too long canines between her lips...

“No! Get away from her you all!” Shouted Il Ruinante, wielding with each hand the screamers that he wore on his waist. “She is not human! Is a…!”  “Nice to meet you, Terrans. My name is Shahrazad and I come from the True Human Empire…” said the girl, with a voice as beautiful as a bell, but at the same time full of defiant force.  

As the bouquet of flowers was dropped, the long jeweled gloves she wore began to glow. Leaning them against the wall, the girl, or rather the vampire, looked directly at Esther, who made no sign of wanting to flee. 

“This evening I come to see the killer who you call the Saint... and to kill her!”

 With a thud, the wall began to crumble, looking like a spiderweb. 

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And this is it my dear friends, I hope you have enjoyed this and the new Petros’ coloring I added. I tried hard not to include personal notes in the translation, because I love Petros so much and I was like reacting to everything that happened to him.  Maybe that’s the reason I love this arc so much XD  I want to thank you a lot for your patience, for those who still support this and help me out with it, and to those who share the love by rebloging and liking this. I truly apreciate that.  See you soon on the next part, stay tunned because the best part is next to come. Please stay safe and healthy <3 

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And You’re Someone Who Knows Someone (Who Was Someone I Once Knew)

Mikey Way x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 1909

Request: Could I request anything with Mikey? Thanks :)

A/N: I am so sorry about the delay on this one! I’ve been drowning in school and work at the moment, but I’m still thinking of you guys, I promise! Also, catch that title reference ;)

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.

You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet anxiously as you stood in front of the chain-link fence. Finally, a large guy with a security shirt came into your view, calling out your name.

“Hey,” he grinned when you nodded. “It’s good to finally meet you in person; Gerard’s been chattering nonstop about you for the past few days. I’m Worm, I’m in charge of most of the security for the band; I’ll take you back now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, putting away the backstage pass that Gerard had mailed to you. You were slightly taken aback by the professional quality of the whole set-up; the last time you had been to a My Chem show, it had been in a much less… respectable venue, and there wasn’t even the faintest idea of guards and backstage passes. Something told you that the security probably wasn’t the only thing that had changed over the last few years...

While you were lost in your thoughts, Worm had led you through a back parking lot filled with big box trucks and busy stage crews right to the band’s bus. He punched in a key-code, and grandly guided you up the steps. 

“Gerard, your esteemed guest has arrived!” He winked good-naturedly at you, and then turned to leave. “Soundcheck at four, please attempt to think about being there in some semblance of a timely manner.” He rolled his eyes as he exited the bus.

Gerard, of course, didn’t hear him because he was too busy leaping off the couch so he could tackle you. “You’re here!”

“Yes,” you grinned, attempting to pat his back and keep your balance at the same time. “It’s been so long, Gerard, how are you?”

He let go and returned your smile. “I’ve been great, really great. A lot better than I was the last time we met. Um,” he ran a hand through his close-cropped white hair, and glanced sideways at Mikey. “You remember Ray and Mikey, right?”

“Of course,” you grinned at them. “How could I not? I did go to all of your shows for a year.”

“Well, uh, Otter ended up leaving after we finished recording Three Cheers, so that’s Bob- say hi, Bob- oh! And you remember Pencey, right? Well, Frankie’s with us now, and I think that about covers it.”

You waved at them. You remembered Frank’s wild nature, not surprised that he fit in so well with My Chem, and Bob seemed nice enough. All of the guys seemed genuinely excited about your presence, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there were some conspiratorial glances and nudges being thrown around by everyone except Mikey. In fact, the bassist in question was doing his best to look artfully bored from his place on the couch and ignore Frank’s not-so-subtle shoving. Still, you felt a certain tug towards him, even after all these years.

“C’mon!” Gerard said brightly, snapping you out of your observations. “Let me give you the grand tour.”

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a whirlwind of wandering the bus park and venue with Gerard, watching the guys soundcheck from the nosebleeds, and dining on pizza in the green room. You were so glad you had been able to make it to a show; Gerard was one of your closest friends, and it had been a couple of years since you had last met. 

Your friendship had started during your senior year of college- you had both had an internship in the same building, albeit for different companies and lines of work. Since then, you had bonded over several of your shared interests and kept in touch, leading you to go to several of the first My Chem shows, and by extension, meet Ray, Frank, and Mikey. Though your busy work life and their crazy tour schedule had caused you to drift apart, it felt like no time had passed at all as you watched Ray swat Frank for stealing his pizza while Gerard and Mikey laughed uncontrollably at Ray’s exasperated expression.

Soon enough, it was time for them to go onstage, which became evident when the venue’s stage manager knocked on the door to lead them to the curtain. Worm reappeared and guided you to the seat marked on your ticket from Gerard- a center stage view from the very first row of actual seats behind the pit. Clearly, Gerard had wanted to make sure you didn’t miss a single part of the show.

The lights dimmed, and you watched two crewmembers dressed as doctors and nurses wheel out a covered gurney while the sound of a heartbeat monitor played over the sound system. You were unsurprised when Gerard leapt out of the gurney moments later, kicking off the show. 

You already knew the guys were awe-inspiring onstage- you had known it from the way you felt the first time you saw them live- but it was clear to see that over the past few years, they had taken it to a whole new level. They had each grown into their stage personas and their identity as a band, but your eyes kept drifting to one member in particular...

You had noticed it earlier today, but Mikey had definitely evolved since the last time you had met. He seemed much more sure of himself onstage; instead of retreating to the space almost directly behind Gerard, he often came up to the edge of the stage or interacted with his bandmates. He also seemed more relaxed off stage, easily interacting with fans outside of the venue and joking before the show with the rest of the band and crew. You couldn’t deny that he was a far cry from Gerard’s shy, slightly awkward, little brother you had met all those years ago.

Before you knew it, the show was over, and Frank was insisting on heading to a nearby diner for several plates of french fries and milkshakes. You glanced at your watch and balked. “Shit… I’m sorry guys, it’s almost 1am and I didn’t get a hotel. I think I’m going to start the drive home.”

Frank and Gerard glanced at each other, and then they rushed to stop you. “Don’t be ridiculous, come with us and you can just stay on the bus!”

“I don’t want to take up anyone’s space…” You hemmed.

“It’s fine!” Ray insisted. “Don’t even worry about it, you can sleep in the back lounge, it’s honestly very nice.”

Though you were suspicious of their enthusiasm, you accepted their offer with a shrug and followed the rest of the group in their search for a 24 hour diner.

…

You sighed as you took off your shoes and settled into the bed in the back lounge. You were exhausted; the long day of walking, dancing, and socializing was starting to catch up to you. However, just as soon as you had stretched out across the soft surface and closed you, you were startled upright by the sound of yelling coming from the bunk area just behind the lounge door. Confused, you opened it to see Mikey, looking irate, and Frank looking guilty yet slightly pleased with himself.

“What the actual fuck, Frank?” Mikey glared accusingly at him.

“I’m really sorry Mikey, it was-”

“An accident? Frank, we all know you’re clumsy as fuck, but there’s absolutely no way someone pours an entire liter of soda directly on my bunk on accident!”

“Oh shit,” you said, stepping out of the doorway to assess the damage.

Mikey glanced at you. “Sorry if I woke you up, Frank’s just being ridiculous.”

“Mikey, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to sleep here tonight,” Ray said, gently prodding Mikey’s mattress. “It’s pretty soaked.”

“Oh, well, of course,” Mikey sighed irritably. “Well, couch it is, then.”

“Actually,” Gerard piped up, oh-so-helpfully, “there’s plenty of space in the back lounge.” He turned to you. “If you’re okay with sharing, that is.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out his plan here. You were pretty sure that if he could bat his eyelashes right now, he would. Ignoring your suddenly accelerating heart rate, you turned back to Mikey.

“I don’t mind sharing, it is your bus after all,” you shrugged, glancing at Mikey. “Gerard’s right, there’s plenty of room.”

The other three looked extremely pleased with themselves.

“Thank you,” he told you, before turning to glare at Frank and head into the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, you were in the back lounge again, somewhat awkwardly laying on one half of the double bed as you waited for Mikey to turn off the lights and get settled.

He looked abashed as he stretched out on the opposite side of the bed. “I’m sorry for snapping back there,” he said. “It’s just… the guys have been making fun of me for the past few days and it gets old fast.”

“I understand, it's okay,” you nodded, as you watched his silhouette shift closer to you in the dark.

He gave you a considering look. “It’s just… I told them something personal and they couldn’t just leave it alone. Honestly, this whole weekend has been sort of a set up.”

You rolled over to look at him properly as everything began to fall into place. Frank and Gerard’s insistence that you should stay the night, Frank’s “clumsiness,” Gerard’s helpful suggestions, the general feeling that something was going on behind the scenes…

“Oh,” you said, hoping he would confirm your suspicions, “what do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just that,” for a moment, it seemed like the endearing shyness of the Mikey you had met in Gerard’s basement was back. “Okay, like.” He took a steadying breath. “I’m working on building my confidence, so I’m gonna tell you this and hope for this best. I’ve… had a thing for you for a while, if it wasn’t already obvious. I mean, at first, it was just a crush… but as the years went on, and I- we grew up, I’ve realized it’s more than that. I know I’m still working on being stable, but I want to take that chance with you. I mean, if you feel the same way of course.” He paused. “Wow, that was a weight off my chest.”

You stared at him, opening your mouth to speak and then closing it as you parsed your thoughts. You had always felt a certain fondness for Mikey, and the past day had shown you that, over the course of a few years, it had grown into something more than friendship. You couldn’t deny that you also had feelings towards Mikey, and that seeing his new-found confidence and sense of self had only solidified them.

“Um, you’re not like, pissed, are you?”

His timid question snapped you out of your reverie.

“No, of course not!” you rushed to assure him. “I… I feel the same way, Mikey. I think I always have.”

“Oh!” He couldn’t keep the small grin off of his face. “So then I guess you don’t mind if I do this then, right?” He moved in closer to you and wrapped his free arm around your waist, effectively pulling you into his chest.

You smiled, warm with the feeling that things had finally fallen into place. “Good guess,” you sighed, already beginning to fall asleep.

“One more thing,” Mikey paused.

“Hm?”

“Under no circumstances can the others know that their evil plan worked.” “Deal.”

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Just saw the plus size reader request and imma on the bigger side so thank you for writing it. Can I be annoying and as for a the same shy plus size reader head-canons but with Nami, Robin and Usopp for by Bi ass needs some love.

Nami, Robin + Usopp With A Plus Size! S/O

A/N : I’d gladly do this, I love this so much. And plus, my gorgeous Straw Hat ladies are getting love, and even Usopp. 🤧 I respect Usopp so much, he’s really grown as a character.

Summary : just some sweet headcannons for Nami, Robin and Usopp, with a shy, insecure, chubby significant other.

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Nami

Nami cares about appearances a little. She has a slim and slender figure, she’s fawned over by everyone she meets, so her standards are a little high.

But once she meets you and how amazingly sweet and loving you are, she doesn’t care at all about your looks, because she’s actually pretty insecure too.

When you start acting shy around her, she finds it entertaining and cute. Maybe you’re just insecure and nervous, so she’ll playfully tease you.

However, as soon as she learns of your insecurity, her heart shatters into a million pieces. You were upset about your appearance? Why? She’d be disappointed in herself for teasing you too. She shouldn’t have done that.

She’s direct, blunt and gets to the point when she confronts you. She’ll scold you for being so dense and thinking like that, before she’ll comfort you and pull you to her chest, hugging you tight. She’ll hide her small tears that are threatening to spill because of your negative thoughts about yourself.

When Nami sees you aren’t eating, she’ll lecture you about it and force you to eat some tangerines to get your energy and get you healthy. Then when it’s dinner time, she’ll sit and watch you eat until you finish your plate. She’ll make sure Luffy doesn’t try to steal from you either.

When other people are making fun of you, she won’t hesitate to electrocute them with her climatact, and she’s not going to back down from yelling in their face and standing up for you either.

She’ll wander the whole island, shopping and spending money to buy you new clothes that she thinks you’ll look good in and clothes that you like, before buying you a bunch of things you want as well. No cost at all.

She’s not one to initiate affection first, but if you’re feeling particularly down, she’s bringing you to the bedroom to cuddle and she’ll kiss you all over. If she has to, she’ll show you just how much you mean to her. She loves you, and she’ll never want anyone else but you.

“Don’t even think about thinking badly about yourself again, okay? I love you and anyone who dares to say a word about you is getting punched.”

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Usopp

Usopp does not care at all about your appearance. He just wants someone who can support him and share laughs with, who also enjoys his little inventions and be with him throughout the crew’s adventures.

You’re shy around him? Usopp is right there with you. This boy is the most shy around their significant other, always shaking and stuttering, and he rambles so much, it’s so cute. He won’t even notice you’re shy because Usopp is too, you’re not alone.

He literally just wants you to be happy, he’ll do anything to see your smile because it fills his heart with so much warmth, especially when he’s the one who made you smile. He’ll tell endless lies and stories to bring you joy, even if you know they’re fake.

When he realizes the real reason you’re acting shy around him, his whole world is destroyed. How can someone so precious like you, be feeling insecure about yourself? That’s supposed to be his thing.. there was nothing wrong with you at all. In his eyes, you were the light of his life. So why did you think so badly about yourself?

At first, Usopp would discreetly try to cheer you up, by making you smile more and making jokes, complimenting how you look in your outifts or how you look that particular day. Maybe even ask to take you out to spend time together in public, to distract you from your thoughts.

After a while, he’ll confront you directly. He’ll give a soft smile and ask if you’re feeling okay, or why you’re feeling sad. He’ll then turn serious and remind you that you are amazing. That there’s no one else like another, everyone is different and unique, and you’re perfect the way you are now. He loves you.

When he sees you’re not eating, Usopp will ask Sanji for some food, even if he says no, he’ll just find some, and then he’ll give it to you to make sure you eat. If you want, he’ll eat a little with you but he wants to make sure you’re eating. He wants you to be okay. He’ll have Chopper check your health daily until it’s normal.

Usopp will muster up the courage to ask you if he can show his affection. He’ll be incredibly shy about it but in the end, he’ll give his signature grin as he hugs you tightly and gives you kisses on the face, to display his love for you. He’ll make inventions to show off to you, or inventions to make you happier.

If anyone says anything bad about you, he doesn’t even think straight and won’t hesitate to stand up for you and get angry. He’ll then make a fool out of the people who hurt you, using his special attack seeds. God Usopp will always be there to protect you.

“Smile for me, okay? You are perfect in my eyes. You are my world. God, that was cheesy- but I mean it! Okay? I love you, [Name].”

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Robin

Robin is in between as well. She wouldn’t really care about looks as much as Nami, but she has class. Robin is elegant and sophisticated.

However, she just wants someone to be there for her and to protect her, and after meeting you, appearances are disappeared from the head. All she cares about is how loving you are towards her.

If you’re starting to act shy around her, Robin won’t say anything but becomes a bit discouraged and concerned. Did she do something to make you so uncomfortable? She was sure you were more easy around her before you two were together so what happened?

When she finally finds out, she’s heartbroken. Were you really feeling so down because of your own self? As smart as she was, she was pained and hurt that she couldn’t have done anything.

When she confronts you, it’s not very direct, but it’s hinted. She’ll ask if you’re feeling alright, and remind you that if you’re feeling down, that she and the crew are there by your side. She give you small compliments here and there to remind you that she loves you for you.

Robin will sprout hands to restrain you by force, and then feed you herself if you’re not eating. She’ll open your mouth and tell you to chew and swallow to eat, because she wants you to be healthy, not starve yourself.

Before anyone could even say anything bad about you, Robin is already cracking their spines with her hands and slapping them aside. No one is going to hurt you in front of her, not on her watch.

Robin’s not too affectionate, so how she’ll cheer you up is by staying closer to you. She’ll sit by you in the same room and be doing her own thing, or share her activities with you. Then, she’ll start doing small things for you, like leaving you snacks and helping you with the smallest errands, just to make your life easier.

She adores your curves, she doesn’t want you to change. She wants you to be yourself and be happy with yourself, because she’s happier with you when you’re happy too. She never wants you to frown or be sad, or shed any tears unless they’re of joy. She’s pretty insecure once or a couple times herself, so she understands. She just wants you to be happy.

“I love you for who you are, [Name]-san. Don’t forget that. You’re already very attractive and heavenly in my eyes.”

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a/n : I hope you enjoyed!! :D sorry if these seem a bit repetitive but I wanted this quickly out for you, especially with all my piled up requests, haha. 🤍

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Snippet: Train

Same universe as Snippet: Coffee (but good luck finding it because Tumblr search is amazing). Warning: uncomfortable, gruesome sentence at the end of the snippet.

Peri closes up shop for the night just as the street lights come on. Not many people come around for coffee in the evening, and it’s got classes to rush off to. Dad kisses it on the forehead before it sprints down the street, heading for the light rail.

“Text me if you miss the bus,” Seth waves after it.

“I’ll be fine, Dad!” it yells back, already halfway down the block.

Its mind is preoccupied, even if Peri won’t admit as much to itself, mostly with endless classwork that seems to be the hallmark of the college experience. But also the café, which re-opened weeks ago and has seen a slow but steady trickle of foot traffic. Peri’s tried to convince its fathers to do more advertising, but so far they’ve been hesitant and it understands their reasoning.

And then there was the kid with the tattered sweater who came in a few hours ago. Tall and lanky, with clothes that have seen far too many washes. Shy, too, if Peri has to guess.

Peri doesn’t see a lot of youth around here. Campus isn’t close — hence the mad dash to public transit — and those who wander the mall at lunch tend to dress a bit differently. Not that it’s judging, but Peri’s good at paying attention. Good enough that it caught the moment MB frowned, the way it avoided looking directly at Peri until it was upset enough to speak up.

It’s weird.

But Peri has known it was weird since second grade, so weird is fine. Weird is perfect. Normal — whatever that means — is where Peri flounders.

It barely makes it in time for the train and huffs as it climbs aboard. It’s late enough that the worst of the evening rush has passed, and the train’s not too busy. Plenty of room to sit down, and everyone’s trying to keep their distance from everyone else.

A few of the passengers are wearing face masks because frankly it’s the safe thing to do. Peri’s not among them on this lovely, warm night because it forgot its mask somewhere that morning and will probably locate it in the freezer or the fish tank when it gets home.

And then, it notices the kid.

MB is sitting in a corner of the carriage, squished as far up against the front wall as possible with its head buried in a book. At this angle, Peri guesses it’s in its late teens, probably not much younger than Peri itself. Its short hair is cut close to the skull and unevenly at that, like it maybe trimmed its own hair with a shaver. It’s still got the coffee mug from Dad’s store stuffed into a pocket of its backpack.

Peri comes over and takes a seat across from its new friend. “Hey!” it says a little too loudly.

The startled stranger tightens its hold on its book but looks up. It’s wearing a face mask, too, a black nondescript one.

“Remember me? From the coffee shop?”

MB nods and stuffs the book into its backpack. “What’d you want?”

“Just to talk, honestly. It’s a long ride to uni, and I get bored easy. Are you headed to the university, too?”

The youth shakes its head. “Nope.”

“Fair enough.” Peri glances down at its smartphone. “I’m going to be late for physics again. Professor Jenkins won’t be mad — he never is — but his disapproving stare is still mildly uncomfortable. He’s one of my favorite teachers, though.”

MB rolls its eyes and asks, “What’re you studying?”

“Everything!” Peri grins and gestures with its arms. “I want to know everything. But math and physics first. Dad says specialization is the key to making discoveries, but I want… knowledge, I guess. Not for the sake of anything.”

“Huh.”

“What about you? Are you a college student?”

“Nope.”

“Not interested in higher education?” Peri asks, and then adds, “Not that I’m judging or anything. I’m just curious.”

“Not interested,” MB agrees noncommittally.

“Well, tell me the coolest fact you know,” the college student prompts, still very much interested.

Dark eyes narrow at Peri and the younger human answers, “Human bodies can handle a lot of pain. Blood loss will usually get you first, unless the other person doesn't know what the fuck they’re doing.”

Peri blinks a few times, too horrified for words, and then asks softly, “Is this from a text book or personal experience?”

“Take a guess,” the kid says as it grabs its backpack and heads for the opening doors.

[theblossomangels]

dream.

summary ⟶ Jay thinks that he is being ridiculous, dreaming about his girlfriend on stage as he was performing.

timeline ⟶ August 2019

characters : Jaebeom (Jay Park), H1GHER Music crew

warning ⟶ none.

❝ No you’re not. My girlfriend wears her business clothes. ❞

Jay looks at his reflection on the mirror, fixing his white shirt and his jeans before taking his phone and snapping multiple pictures, sending to his special someone.

Jay

How do I look?

In just a minute, Jay’s phone made a sound, indicates that he received a message as he quickly takes his phone, already seeing the contact name on his phone screen.

His smile grew wider.

baby hayeon 💕

Omg! Is that the shirt that was made by Blazed? It looks good! Especially when it’s on you! 😊

Jay was about to reply when Hayeon called him and he immediately answered her.

“Hell--

“JAY! OMG! It looks so good! How much is it?!? I hope they are selling it! I’m so gonna support them and buy a couple of it! I’ll probably ask Eunjae to buy a dozen too! Does it come in--

“Hey hey! Babe! Calm down.. Relax..”

“Hehe! I’m sorry! I think I drank too many cups of coffee!”

“Hey, I told you not to drink too much.. It can ruin your health if you drink too much, baby.”

“I’ll try to cut down, just for you okay? Anyways, are Blazed selling the t-shirts? I’m seriously interested on buying it!”

“Baby.. You don’t need to buy it.”

“What?! Why not!? Aren’t you guys not selling it? Aww man..”

“Hayeon. The reason why you don’t have to buy it which is because I already pre-ordered it for you and in about 2 days, I think it will arrive at your door in LA.. by today or tomorrow??”

“......WHAT!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! YAH! PARK JAEBEOM!”

Jay quickly distance his phone away from his ear, hearing the screaming on the other end of the receiver.

“What are you screaming for!?!?!”

Jay could hear his girlfriend sighing.

“Baby, you do know that you literally sent me like more than 100 stuffs in just a year?”

“We already talk about this and I will keep saying it even if it’s for a thousand times. You deserve it, baby.”

“But--

“No buts, baby. I hope you’ll like it. I can’t remember what I ordered but there are like a few versions of it. Oh! There’s like the ph-1 version, then there’s like the blaze summer edition version, the flame version and others that I can’t remember.”

“....That’s not a few, Jay.”

Jay chuckled to hear Hayeon’s straightforward tone, his laughter trails off.

“I honestly miss you, Hayeon-ah.”

Jay wasn’t kidding, he really did miss her.

He couldn’t believe that he could survive a long distant relationship.

Each day, Jay would call her without fail. Even if either one of them missed the calls, they will return the call and one of them would answer without needing to call again.

Because of Hayeon’s line of work, Jay couldn’t regularly see Hayeon although they were like in the same state.

Jay knew that one day he couldn’t resist of holding onto the feeling so he decided to flew out to L.A. just to see her, and he gets to spent the night with Hayeon intimately.

Since then, Jay was even more clingy to Hayeon, calling her each night. He even drunk called her causing Hayeon to laugh hysterically.

“I know. I miss you too, baby.”

“I hope you will come back home soon.”

Jay’s voice became softer as he muttered while looking at the door to see staff running here and there knowing the concert was starting soon.

“Baby, I have to go up stage soon.”

“Oh.. Good luck Jay! And have fun too! Don’t get too drunk!”

“Thank you baby, I’ll call you as soon as the concert ends. Love you!”

“Love you too, Jay! Byeeee!”

The call ended with Jay smiling widely, as he quickly checks himself out at the mirror before stepping out of his waiting room, seeing his other H1GHER members coming out of their waiting room.

Just as Jay was about to approach the others, his phone suddenly lit up with a notification sound and he knew who it was.

baby hayeon 💕

Hey Jay. I hope you are not on stage yet but just wanna say GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN BABY! GO ALL OUT FOR YOUR FANS not all till you lose yourself okay? HAVE FUN WITH THE H1GHER GANG AND DO NOT DRINK TOO MUCH TILL U DRUNK CALL ME AGAIN MOANING MY NAME AND SAYING SEXUAL STUFF! its cute but seriously not in public okay i’m out of track but all I’m saying is have fun safely okay Jay? I have to go back to work soon 😔 and once again, good luck Jaebeom. I love you 💋💞💓💘 💖 💝💞

Jay smiled softly as he quickly replied her, before joining the rest of the gang.

Jay

I love you so much, baby.

Jay didn’t know if he is drunk or he is dreaming.

It is ridiculous that he is dreaming of Hayeon as he performs on stage, his eyes were scanning through his fans, him hoping to see the one he wanted to see.

But he knew his hope was just a little one, knowing Hayeon wouldn’t fly back to Korea just to see him performing for the concert launch of his clothing line that his company collaborated with

Hayeon wouldn’t come just for this, her work is too heavy.

Jay smiled a little as he shifted his gaze towards his friends who was enjoying themselves on stage.

Some of them were taking pictures with the fans, at the same time rapping their hearts out.

“Hyung, hyung!” Minsik came running towards Jay, his face leaning towards Jay’s ears.

“I think I saw Hayeon.” whispered Minsik and Jay pull away, looking at the younger one with a deep frown.

Jay knew that Minsik won’t joke about this topic because Minsik is in the same boat as him.

Their girlfriends are best friends, more like sisters.

Jay looked at the younger one, checking if he is drunk since Jay saw him drinking a few shots.

But Minsik didn’t look drunk.

“I think you are going to be drunk, Minsik.” commented Jay and Minsik shakes his head, looking at Jay seriously for the first time.

“Hyung, I’m serious.” answered Minsik and Jay looked towards the crowd of fans, his eyes moving the front, scanning the fans faces.

Jay’s eyes moved towards the back and his eyes slowly widen.

No, it can’t be.

Jay sees Hayeon standing in the middle of the crowd with a smile on her face, seeing her wearing the white blazed design shirt, he just told her that he pre-ordered it for her.

No way...

His eyed then turned towards Minsik.

“You must be really drunk, Minsik-ah.. C’mon..” Jay dragged the younger one away as his eyes turned towards where Hayeon was standing at.

Hayeon wasn’t there.

“Oh no... Our CEO is drunk..”

“Really drunk..”

“Hyung! You’re being too close!”

By the end of the performances, Jay was already too drunk and he was clinging to Harry and Minsik.

“Should we bring him back to the hotel?”

“No..... I wanna see Hayeonnie...” Jay slurred, then letting out a giggle causing Minsik to scoff, followed by the others.

Jay never mentions about his girlfriend whenever his label mates were there since their relationship is a secret to the public, except for his close friends and the people he works with.

Almost all of them knew about Jay and Hayeon’s relationship, because he was being too obvious.

Jay always had his hands on Hayeon whenever and wherever they go and when some of them confronted him about it, he decided to just come clean, saying he is in a relationship with Hayeon since 2-3 months ago.

“We all know clingy Jay hyung is hard to manage..” Jaewook commented as Jay was wrapping his arms around him, his head laying on Jaewook’s shoulder.

“Yah! Stop laughing and help me!” Jaewook whines towards the others who were trying not to stifle their giggles while recording their CEO who is acting cute and just clingy while mumbling english words that some of them couldn’t understand.

“Hyung! Hyung! Hey! We really sh--

Junwon’s words were cut off as his eyes were traveled towards elsewhere.

Although his sight wasn’t clear thanks to people dancing here and there, the dim lights and the neon lights flashing, his smile grew wider, causing the other H1GHER crew to look which direction he was gazing at.

“Noona!” Haon yelled, waving his hands.

Some of the H1GHER crew turns shy as soon as they see Hayeon, waving towards them before gazing towards jay who was clinging onto Minsik.

“Oh my god. He is so wasted.” Hayeon muttered, her gaze was fromthe rounded table that filled with bottles of beers, and all kinds of alcohol bottles and shot glasses.

“Hey! When did you get here and how did you come here?” asked Hwimin before hugging Hayeon.

“Jay hyung didn’t tell us about your arrival.” added Gyujeong and the others nodded, looking at the girl who was staring at Jay.

Jay saw her but he didn’t even turn directly towards her.

“An hour ago. It’s a surprise visit that I planned with Jay’s manager. I don’t think he recognize me..” commented Hayeon, peering onto Jay who was now cuddling Minsik.

Minsik looks extremely uncomfortable.

“Hayeon, d-do something..” Minsik pleaded, his words cause some of the H1GHER crew to laugh.

Hayeon sat beside the drunk Jay.

“Jay--

“Don’t touch me! I have a girlfriend!” Jay whines as he swats Hayeon’s hands away from him.

Her eyes slowly widen, looking towards Minsik and to the others.

“Oh my god. Our Jay hyung has change.” Hwimin commented at the back and Hayeon slightly smirked towards him.

It was the best opportunity for Hayeon to mess with him since Jay is completely drunk and she knew that he won’t even remember anything the next day.

“C’mon Jay. Your girlfriend isn’t here. Let’s have fun!” Hayeon sweet talk towards him while pulling his hand.

Jay groan as he tightly cling onto Minsik.

“No! I don’t want to! I said I already have a girlfriend! Leave me alone!” Jay whines grumpily.

Hayeon tried her best not to laugh or break her acting.

“Aww, c’mon Jay. Your girlfriend won’t know about this. It’s just a while..” said Hayeon sweetly, pulling Jay softly.

The older one turned towards Hayeon.

For a moment, Jay was staring at her causing Hayeon to freeze as he was gazing at her in the eye. She could feel her heart beating a little fast.

The way he looks at her is adorable.

Jay’s face was so red and his eyes were droopy thanks to how many bottles of alcohol he drank.

“I’m sorry.. I have a girlfriend.. She will be disappointed if I’m with you.. She’s my world.. I love Hayeon.. I’m not the old Jay..” Jay was already slurring his words, his eyes becoming droopy.

Hayeon could feel the others grinning towards her because Minsik was covering his mouth, trying not to giggle.

“Okay. I’ll just sit here then.”

As cheesy as it is, Hayeon can’t help but to let out a small smile, nodding as she let go of his arms.

Jay slowly turned towards her with a slight frown.

“But.. why do you smell like her?” Jay mumbled as he was sniffing Hayeon’s side.

The others could only giggle while still recording their drunk CEO.

“That’s because I am your girlfriend..?” stated Hayeon in a questioning tone. Jay frowns as he looks at Hayeon upand down.

“No, you’re not. My girlfriend wears her business clothes.”

“Jay, I don’t always wear my business formal wear everywhere.” answered Hayeon, turning towards him with a slight frown.

This time, Jay’s cheeks turned rosy though his face was already red as he quickly looks away from Hayeon.

His gaze turned towards Minsik.

“Minsik-ah, can you please tell her to go away? Hayeonnie is going to be mad at me if she founds out a girl is flirting with me.” Jay whines towards Minsik, as the younger one sticks out his head towards Hayeon, looking at her for help.

Hayeon could only giggle, shrugging as she turned towards the others who were still recording her and Jay’s interaction.

“I guess I’ll just stay and baby-sit you guys.”

“What?!? We don’t need to be baby-sit!”

“Yeah! We’re adults!”

“Jay hyung is the one who needs to be baby-sit!”

Hayeon intends to bring Jay back to his hotel but seeing how determined Jay look on staying with Minsik, saying he didn’t want to cheat or betray his girlfriend behind her back, Hayeon could only watch him with a smile on her face.