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Bad Medicine | Chapter 6

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

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WARNINGS: drugs, guns, stripping, violence, abuse, fighting, prostitution, blood, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual assault, torture, death, cops, stalking, graphic fighting, blood, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, pills, excessive drinking mentions of physical abuse, sexual themes

It took several days for all of the things Y/N had ordered for the club to start rolling in. Jake’s once spotless mansion was filled with cardboard boxes and bubble wrap. It was almost hourly he was signing for some new package that she had ordered. He’d never admit it out loud, but he liked the things she had picked out. He was dragging his feet buying new furniture and glassware for the club, but he was happy someone was finally getting it done.

“What are these for?” Jake asked, picking up a box full of small plastic glasses, “Shots?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, taking the box from his hands, “Plastics are easier, less dishes to wash at the end of the night, and you don't have to worry about barely twenty-one frat boys smashing them open on the counters.”

“You know, you’re ordering all this shit for the club, but you’ve never seen it in full swing,” Jake smirked, “You want to come see how daddy plays?”

“I know you did not just call yourself ‘daddy’,”

“What? Not into it? Hmm. . . what about ‘sir’ or better yet, ‘Hangman’?”

“How about ‘go fuck yourself’,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “But I might as well go with you guys. See what it's truly like.”

“That’s funny, you thought it was a suggestion,” Jake walked over to her, and whispered in her ear, “Wear something black. . . it’s my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes once again before a mischievous grin overtook her lips, earning a curious look from Jake.

“Should I be scared?” He asked, his eyes flicking between her lips and eyes.

Y/N took a step closer, her chest almost touching his. She didn’t miss the way he shamelessly looked down her shirt. Y/N licked her lips and gently placed her hand on his chest, easily dragging it up his body. Jake sucked in a breath as her hand went to the back of his neck, and pulled him in. She giggled as she leaned in and whispered: “Always.”

Jake clenched his jaw as she pushed away from him, and walked towards the door. She made sure to put an extra swing her hips knowing his green eyes were on her. Y/N made her way into her room, walking into the closet and running her hands along the dresses until her fingers brushed against the soft thin material. She pulled the dress off of its hanger, laying it on the ottoman behind her, moving further to pick out a jacket and shoes. Her makeup and hair took the longest to do, so when an impatient knock came from her bedroom door she wasn’t all too surprised.

“Can you hurry up, your boyfriend and his lil’ friends are getting incredibly impatient.” Reuben said as he peaked through the door.

Y/N poked her head out of the closet, smiling at him, “Fiancé, and they can wait, I’m just getting dressed.”

“Okay, I’ll let them know.” He said, moving to step out of her room.

“Wait,” she called, shuffling out of the closet holding her dress up, “can you zip me up?” He chuckled lightly as he walked towards her, motioning for her to turn around. He zipped up the back of the dress before stepping away and giving her an approving nod.

“Trying to kill the man?” He asked.

“He said his favorite color is black so…” She replied, walking back into the closet to put on her coat and shoes.

“An Athena classic, I see,” Reuben smirked, “You know what you’re getting yourself into? I’m not sure if I’d even call this proper clothing and Jake doesn’t seem-”

“I don’t give a damn what he seems like,” Y/N said, putting her earrings in. She walked over to her full length mirror, taking in the sight of herself. For once since being here she felt powerful. The dress clung to her body in all the right ways, giving her the confidence she had been searching for.

Reuben shook his head, knowing that this night could only end one of two ways, “I’ll be downstairs.”

“I’m right behind you,” Y/N said, and made sure to fluff her hair one more time before following Reuben down the stairs.

She spotted Javy first, pacing by the front door and looking at his watch. He was the one who was usually in charge of making sure people were in the right places at the right time. Being late drove him crazy. Bob was leaning up against the side of the staircase as Rooster sat on one of the bottom steps. Jake had just walked down the hallway, fixing the cuff of his sleeve when he heard the click of her heels ascending down the oak staircase.

“You know,” She started, catching the attention of all of the men, “this club better not suck. I’d hate to get all dressed up for a shitty club.”

Javy stopped his pacing as Bob and Rooster straightened up. It brought a small smile to her face, as if she were the Queen and they were her royal subjects. Jake had a smirk on his face, taking in the sight of her. She was truly breathtaking and demanded the attention of everyone around her. She held her hand out for Rooster, who helped her down the last couple stairs. Jake took a step up to her and held out his arm.

“Let’s go then, doll,” They began to walk outside, but Jake stopped for a moment, “Wait.”

“What now?!” Javy whined, “We are running late!”

“I have something for you,” Jake whispered and pulled back from her. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows for a moment as his footsteps retreated down to his office. She was even more surprised when he came back with a black velvet box in his hand, “I guess I should’ve given you this a while ago, but better late than never,” Jake opened the box and Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight of a huge oval cut diamond ring. It was nothing like the ones that she had liked but it was certainly something.

“Wear it tonight,” Jake said, his voice leaving little room for argument. She nodded and slipped the ring from the box and put it on her ring finger. It felt heavy, almost too heavy, “Narciso said you’d like it.”

Now it made sense as to why Jake picked out that ring. Narciso was the brother who loved the glitz and glamor that came with being filthy rich. His name served him right as all of his clothes were tailor made, he only wore the best jewelry that money could afford, and spent hours on his appearance. Y/N didn’t have the heart to tell Jake it wasn’t her style, so she just nodded her head.

“Thank you,” She smiled, “I love it.” Jake smiled back, and kissed her cheek.

“Alright Princess,” Jake said to Javy, “Now, we can go.”

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The bass of the music felt like a heartbeat pounding through her. Her eyes scanned the darkness of the club, as it was packed with people. The smell of sweat and alcohol filtered through the air, as they walked in. Jake kept his arm around her waist, mainly for a show of dominance on who she belonged to. But the look on her face, showed that she wasn’t going to listen to a single thing he had to say. She hadn’t stepped foot into a club scene like this in almost a year. The threats that were placed against her and her family, had her father forbidding any sort of place like this.

“I’m getting a drink,” Jake said into her ear, “What do you want? If you fucking say one of those damn seltzers, you’re walking home.”

Y/N looked from the lower level of the club to Jake, his green eyes dazzling in the low red lights of the club. She licked her plump red lips before answering, “Sex on the Beach.”

“Maybe later, sweetheart,” Jake responded and Y/N rolled her eyes, “Don’t fucking move. I’ll be back.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, honey,” Y/N jeered but Jake was too far away to hear her response. She moved from her spot, walking over to the railing of the balcony that opened up to look over the first floor. She could see the tightly packed bodies as they danced on one another. It was easy for her to spot Bob, his tall frame giving him away, and Javy, the curls on his head being run through by some girl’s hand.

Rooster and Payback decided the safer bet than getting mixed in with the sweaty bodies down below. Reuben sat on a couch, a girl perched on his lap, as he sipped from a glass of water. Y/N had told him he could relax for one night, but he didn’t want to take any chances. The last time she had said those words, she had run away and found herself a plane ticket to Paris. Rooster sat on the other side, his brown eyes scanning the area, a girl tucked under his arm, playing with the slight curls in his hair.

“Here,” Jake said, handing her the blue colored drink. She thanked him and noticed a similar colored drink in his hand.

“You got one too?”

“I gotta keep up with you somehow,” Jake shrugged, taking a drink. His eyebrows immediately creased in disgust, “What the fuck? People actually like this shit?”

“Peach Schnapps is a top seller if you bothered to look at the receipts,” Y/N responded, lifting the drink to her lips and chugging it down. Jake stared at her in awe, as she wiped her lips and handed him the empty glass, “I’ll take another.”

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass out of here.”

“Who said I’m going home with you?”

Jake basically growled and grabbed her chin, “I did.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and looked over his shoulder, seeing a familiar girl walk through the door, “Your whore is here.”

Jake released Y/N from his grip and turned to see Isabella stumbling over to him. He rolled his eyes at her drunken state, excusing himself from Y/N and walking over to catch the drunk girl before she face planted. The poor girl could barely stand as she yelled obscenities that were drowned out by the loud music. Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face as she watched Jake struggle to keep Isabella on her own two feet. Y/N walked over to the bar, leaning on it slightly to get the attention of the male bartenders.

“And how can I help you, miss?” One of them asked, shamelessly looking at her cleavage.

“Another Sex on the Beach please. Charge it to Mr. Seresin’s card please.” She made sure to flash the ring towards the bartender, who nodded.

“Anything for you,” The bartender said, and began mixing her drink, “Cherry in it?”

“Of course,” Y/N smirked. The bartender handed her the drink and she thanked him. She turned around, pressing her back against the bar, taking everything in. She felt the most at peace in this environment, this is the place she basically grew up in. The loudness of music and bright lights made her feel warm and alive.

“I don’t want to be cliche but, do you come here often?” A thunderous male voice said. Y/N turned her head, seeing a rather tall, muscular man, covered in tattoos. His brown hair was slicked back and strands falling into his eyes. She could see a slight scar in his eyebrow, just adding to the mystery of him.

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Not in the slightest, you look like you own this place.” His statement made her giggle slightly, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Y/N looked over to where Jake once was, now seeing him and Isabella gone.

“I’m Athena,” Y/N said, holding her hand out for the man to shake.

“Goddess of War,” He smiled and she nodded, “I’m Nate. Care for a dance?”

“Sure,” Y/N smiled. Nate held his hand out to her, and she softly took it.

His hands were rough, and calloused, different from the way Jake’s had felt in her’s. Nate led her down to the first floor, pushing his way through the crowd to plant themselves in the middle of the dance floor. He turned her around, so her back was against his front. He gripped her hips, moving them in time with the beat of the music, as she grinded against him. She lifted her arms up, moving them over her body, loving the way his hands felt on her.

Jake shook his head, slamming the door to one of the private rooms and locking it, leaving a very drunk Isabella on the bathroom floor. His intention of the night was to have a calm night at his club, maybe even get a dance from Y/N. All of that had quickly been smashed to pieces, when his eyes caught sight of his future wife in the arms of another man. Jake knew of the man who’s large hands were roaming around Y/N’s hips. Jake knew of the things he had done, and how easily he had boasted about putting his ex girlfriend in the hospital.

Jake pushed off the railing and walked over to Rooster, who was in a heated make-out session with the girl on his lap. When Rooster sensed his boss walking over, he gently pushed her away, all his attention going to Jake.

“When does Nate fight?” Jake asked him.

“Tomorrow night. He’s set to fight Eddie,” Rooster explained.

Jake shook his head, “Nah. He’s mine.”

“You sure?” Rooster asked, standing up from the couch, “You know what he’s done? His old lady needed a face reconstruction.”

All of them knew how to fight, it was something they learned at a young age. Rooster had been the best fighter out of all of them. He was quick, agile, and could throw a kick that would break another man’s jaw. The only person who had ever beat Nate was Rooster, and that had set the former man off. Jake could hold his own in the ring, everyone knew that. But going up against Nate was going to be a death wish. For who, that would remain a mystery.

“I may be a shitty person, but I don’t let women beaters get away with their shit. I want him in the ring, make sure Y/N is there too. Front and center,” Jake said, ending the conversation and walking back to his spot on the railing. His eyes never left the sight of Y/N and Nate, as they danced and drank the night away.

Jake finally stepped in when he saw Nate gently pull a very drunk Y/N down the hallway towards the private rooms. The mafia boss saw red, as he stormed down the hall, everyone moving out of the way for him. He didn’t even bother knocking as he opened the door, seeing her half state of undress as she sat in Nate’s lap. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes were half open.

“We’re leaving,” Jake said to her.

“No,” She slurred, “I’m going home with Noah.”

“It’s Nate.”

“Same shit,” Y/N said.

“No, you’re fucking trashed. Get up. We’re going home,” Jake demanded again. Y/N crossed her arms like a child and shook her head, “Fine. You want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

“Hey man, just let her be-”

“Don’t fucking speak,” Jake pointed at him, as he walked into the room. He grabbed Y/N’s arm and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and then laughed, the drunken giggles falling from her red lips uncontrollably, “Don’t ever touch my wife or any woman again. And if you do, you’ll be fucking sorry.”

Jake slapped her ass, partially as a way to show dominance, but also as a way to try to get her to stop laughing, but it did the exact opposite, as he left the room. Y/N lifted her head up and waved to Nate as they disappeared down the hallway.

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It took Rooster, Bob, Javy and Jake to get a very, very drunk Y/N into the house and into bed. Reuben decided to sit this adventure out, laughing as the four boys tried to wrangle her into the house. She was smart, but it seemed like the alcohol made her even smarter. Her coordination was strong, as she ran barefoot in the house away from Bob, who was trying to box her in like an animal.

“Are you going to help?” Jake asked, looking at Payback. Y/N’s drunken giggles filled the air as Javy and Bob ran into each other as she hopped on the kitchen island, crawling across it away from them.

“She’ll wear herself out soon,” Payback shrugged, a smirk on his face.

Jake sighed, as Rooster finally managed to catch her in his strong arms. She fought against him as he walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, Jake following right behind them. Rooster tossed her on the bed, and she laughed as her body bounced off the mattress. He went to push himself away, but Y/N moved quickly, and grabbed his collar pulling him in for a kiss. Jake sucked in a breath as he watched them, Rooster kissing her back for a moment. He pushed away from her and she fell back onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Rooster said, shaking his head and then looking at his boss, “I-I’m sorry, she-”

“I know,” Jake clenched his jaw, “I got it from here.” Rooster nodded and left the room. Jake looked back at Y/N who looked up at him with droopy eyes and a smirk on her face. She bit her lip as she got up on all fours and crawled towards him. The strap of her dress falling down her shoulder and nearly exposing her chest to him.

“C’mere, Jakey,” She said lowly, sitting back on her heels and roaming her hands all over her body. It took all the willpower Jake had in him to stop the blood rushing straight to his cock. He walked over to her, gently touching her face, watching as she nuzzled into the warmth, before he grabbed her wrist and flipped her on her back. He easily crawled on top of her and pinned her hands down. She looked up at him, trying to push her way out of his grip, but he was so much stronger.

“You need help?” Jake asked in a condescending voice, “That wasn’t very ladylike of you. Kissing another man in front of your husband to be?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you would do something other than hit me when you touch me,” Y/N sneered back, but Jake could see that look in her eye. The look of lust. “Touch me, Hangman, please,” Jake growled at the sound of his callsign falling from his lips, “I need it. I need you.” Jake could see her rubbing her thighs together, trying to create some friction.

Jake was a bad man. A very bad man.

But sleeping with her in this state was one line he would never cross. Jake clicked his tongue and pushed off of her, and he swore she let out a whine.

“Jake-”

“You’re drunk,” He simply said, and she groaned, “I don’t kiss girls that smell like a bar floor. Now,” He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a sitting position, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Y/N didn’t know that Jake could have a caring side. He gently unzipped her dress, watching the material pool around her ankles. He got her dressed in one of the oversized sleep shirts folded on top of her dresser. He even took the time to take her makeup off and brush her hair.

“Tuck me in?” Y/N slurred as she laid back in bed and Jake nodded.

He pulled the blankets up her body and ran a gentle hand over her hair, “Rest up. You’re going to need it for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Y/N asked.

“You’ll see, doll.” Jake whispered and kissed her forehead. He stood up and watched as she snuggled in drifting off to sleep, “No one touches what’s mine.”

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Y/N was looking through files on her bed when her bedroom door was pushed open, and Javy strolled in. She spent the day hiding in her room, fighting off the hangover from the previous night. She hardly remembered the details of it, but learned from Bob that Jake had put her to bed after running around the house and kissing Rooster. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the tan skinned man walk over to her curtains, and pull them open, letting the bright natural light flood in.

“What the hell are you doing, Javy?” Y/N asked, covering her eyes.

“Get up, get dressed, we are going out,” Javy smirked.

“Where are we going?”

“I didn’t ask,” Javy said, “But Jake said wear something hot, and preferably red. But no dresses, he doesn’t want men trying to stick their hands up your skirt.”

Y/N scoffed, “Who am I? The Virgin fucking Mary?” She climbed off her bed and walked towards the closet.

Javy whistled as he walked around the large master bedroom, and Y/N rolled her eyes. Javy was probably one of the nicest out of the four men, but the man could not take a hint to save his life. Y/N knew exactly what she was going to wear, going straight for one of her dressers and pulling out a red lace bodysuit. It left little to the imagination, and the cups pushed her breasts up. She paired it with a pair of black ripped jeans, a leather jacket and red heels. She walked out of her closet, holding the clothing pieces in her hand.

“This good enough for my husband?” Y/N asked and batted her eyelashes.

Javy chuckled and looked it over, “It’ll do sweetcheeks. But hurry, Jake doesn’t like to be late to his own party.”

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She wasn’t sure what to expect when she got out of the car, but an old warehouse was not it. The boys walked ahead of her, aside from Jake, who walked beside her with an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. He insisted on her wearing her ring tonight and she felt like she had a cinder block tied to her hand. When they walked into the building, she was surprised to see a large crowd of people standing around a boxing ring, cheering as a man got the shit beat out of him.

“A fight club, really?” She asked, looking over at Jake, who directed the two of them through the crowd. When they came to a stop, he turned to stand chest to chest with her, lifting his free hand under her chin, turning it up to look at him. His eyes traced over the features of her face, almost as if he was committing them to memory, before they dropped to her chest, catching on the edge of the long scar that spanned the length of her torso.

His finger dropped from her chin, just barely brushing her skin as he followed the length of the scar until her shirt stopped him, “You’ll have to tell me all about this one sometime, Doll.”

“Hangman,” A man said, getting Jake’s attention.

The blonde man smirked, before looking down at the girl in his arms. Jake smashed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly. Y/N pulled away breathlessly looking at Jake as if he had grown a second head. He smirked and kissed her quickly again, before pulling away, “I’ll be back.”

Y/N nodded and watched him walk away towards the back. She shyly touched her fingers to her lips. Reuben and Bob stood by her side, as Rooster and Javy had left with Jake. The club was loud, as the crowd cheered on a fight that was already happening. Y/N grimaced as one man had his opponent up against the ropes, and was beating him within an inch of his life.

She hated fighting. Her brothers were obsessed with it. Gianni had won several titles back in Italy in the underground scene. People believed that he could make it big if he wanted to, but he preferred the underground. He got paid more, and got all the drugs and women he could ever want. Y/N had only seen him in a couple fights, and knew that with one hit, Gianni could kill a man. Hell, she had watched him do it several times.

The sound of a bell ringing snapped Y/N out of her trance as she looked back at the ring, watching the poor man be carried down, and his opponent celebrating his win. Y/N shook her head and looked down at her shoes, as the crowd started getting loud again as the announcer walked in.

“Alright, the next fight is an extra special event! Ladies and Gentlemen let me present to you, weighing in at 245, Nate ‘The Beast’ Teller” The presenter said, waving everyone's attention to the opposite side of the ring. Loud boos and cheers were mixed upon the crowd. Y/N recognized the man she had danced with the other night, lightly jogging into the ring, his team behind him.

“And in the other corner, coming in at 235, but don’t count him out yet, is ‘Thee Hangman’. . . Jake Seresin!”

“Wait. . . what’s going on?” Y/N asked, confused, as she watched Jake slip into the ring. His torso was bare, as the only article of clothing on his body was a pair of black boxing shorts. Rooster and Javy took their places by the side of the ring as Jake stepped up. Jake looked right at her and smirked, as he walked to the center to match up with Nate.

“This is all for you, doll. You caused this. No one touches my doll,” Jake said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“This will be a fair fight, gentlemen,” The ref said. The fight was going to be as fair as Jake had paid the ref to make it, “Touch fists.” The two men did as instructed and as soon as the bell dinged they pulled apart and began moving around each other.

Nate looked like he had about forty extra pounds on Jake instead of only ten. Jake was quick though, moving around with stealth, dodging Nate’s punches. Y/N gasped as one of Nate’s punches connected with Jake's jaw. Jake stumbled a bit, letting Nate land another punch, this time to his nose. Jake smirked, his anger intensifying, as he lunged forward, tackling Nate to the ground. He sat on top of him, delivering punch after punch to his face. His knuckles turning red from the force of the punches and the blood seeping from Nate’s face.

It was like her body was on autopilot as she pushed through the crowd over to Jake’s corner, “Make him stop,” Y/N said, grabbing Rooster’s shirt to get his attention.

The mustached man quickly brushed her off, “Fuck no, I got money on this shit,” Rooster said looking at her quickly and then turning back to his friend, “Get him, Jake!” He yelled along with the loud cheers from the crowd.

Nate found his strength and turned Jake over, trying to wrestle his way to overpower Jake. But Jake was smaller and quicker, having Nate on his stomach. Jake raked his hands through his opponents hair, grabbing onto it, and smashing his face repeatedly into the mat, right in front of Y/N. She could hear the sickening cracks of his nose being turned into finely crushed bone. His eyebrow was split open, leaking blood all over the mat. Jake’s eyes were wide and animalistic as he continued to destroy the man’s face. The crowd cheered, only adding to Jake’s ego and confidence as he smirked.

“You caused this, doll. This is all. . . for. . . you,” Jake said, his jaw clenched. He looked up at her, spitting the blood that was running down from his face from being hit.

“Rooster. . . please,” Y/N said, feeling her throat starting to close. She felt the sound of the crowd drown out, only being able to hear her heart pounding and the blood rushing in her body. Jake no longer looked like the man she had spent the past week with. No, he looked like the man who had destroyed her, took her innocence, bruised her and left her to die in an alley. His eyes resembled those she had seen in the moment of complete terror. Instead of the poor man on his stomach, she saw herself and Jake’s face had been replaced with Francisco.

“Bradley!”

“What- Y/N? Are you. . . Javy?” Rooster called out to the other man, unsure of how to help the panicking girl. She placed her hands over her chest, clawing at it in an attempt to try and breathe.

“You think it’s fun to beat up women?” Jake asked the bloodied man, lifting his head up. Y/N looked at the man, his eyes begging her to help him. She mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ as she fought back tears. Jake smashed his face down again, making the man go unconscious. Her tears were uncontrollable as Jake pulled Nate’s head back to smash his face down again, but Y/N found her voice.

“Francisco! Fermare!” She yelled, loud enough for Jake to hear over his own emotions. He froze as Rooster stepped in, pulling him off of Nate, as Javy and another guard went to pull Nate’s unconscious body from the ground. Jake pushed himself out of the ring, jumping down to try and get to Y/N.

“Y/N. . . “

“No!” She screamed in total fear. Bob touched her shoulder gently, grabbing her attention. She turned, latching onto Bob, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He grunted at the force of her body, sending a sad look towards his boss.

“I’m sorry.” Jake whispered, as Bob walked away with a terrified Y/N in his arms. Jake watched them leave and then looked down at his bloodied hands.

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“Fuck!” Jake cursed as he finished off the last drop of alcohol from the Jack Daniel’s bottle. He lost all sense of time from the moment Y/N had called him that bastard’s name. It was like being in a time warp, nothing made sense, except for the fact that he hated himself. He hated what he had done, he hated that he had scared her to the point that she lost sight of who he really was.

Jake stumbled his way through the dark house, trying to feel his way up the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the house. He knew it was late, but how late was beyond his knowledge. He had barely made up the stairs on his own two feet, and decided that crawling was probably the safest option. He let his own drunken mind direct him towards the bedroom. Leaning up against the dark wooden door, before banging his head against it.

“Are you fucking knocking on her door?” Bob asked, stepping out from his bedroom upon hearing his boss’s drunken arrival.

“Yes,” Jake answered, “but she won’t open!” He yelled, trying to gain her attention.

“It’s also 2 AM, you drunk fuck,” Bob said, “She’s probably drugged up and in bed. Rooster gave her something to sleep so she would calm the fuck down. She just would not stop crying and shaking. He thought she was gonna go for a swing in her closet or something. I was more worried about her passing out.”

Jake sighed, “Did I really scare her that badly?”

“I don’t know,” Bob shrugged, “I think it was a combination of things. Just leave her alone for the night.”

“Okay,” Jake said. Bob looked at Jake, as he fell over onto the ground, drunken slurs still falling out of his mouth. Bob shook his head, knowing damn well Jake wasn’t just going to leave her alone for the night. He stepped out of his room, quickly running across the hall to knock on her door properly, before dashing back into his room.

“What do you fucking. . . why are you on the floor?” Y/N said, opening her door and noticing Jake, laying on his side in front of her door.

“Y/N!” Jake yelled, rolling on to his back, looking up at her, “I came to. . . apologize, yeah, that’s the word.”

“You’re drunk,”

“Well done, Columbo. Now let me in.”

“Get off the floor first,” She crossed her arms over her chest and watched the gears start turning in her drunk fiance’s head.

Y/N watched as Jake tried a couple times to hoist himself off of the floor, to no avail, before turning onto his stomach and pushing himself onto his knees, reaching for anything he could use to pull himself the rest of the way off of the floor. Once he was finally off the floor, he held his arms out, with a wide smirk to show off how proud he was.

“See! I did it!” Jake slurred, as he swayed in spot.

“What do you want?” Y/N sighed.

“To apologize,” Jake spoke softly, and tried to reach for her, but she scoffed, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You had no fucking right to say it was because of me. You broke a poor man’s face-”

“Oh doll, he wasn’t poor,” Jake shook his head, “No, no, no, your little buddy Nate, put his old lady in the hospital. Pushed her down a flight of stairs. Sounds a little familiar?”

The sound of her hand slapping across his face was loud, echoing through the quiet house. The force made him stumble back, and groan. Usually he could handle a hit, but the alcohol in his body almost made him land on the floor.

“Don’t ever speak about what he did.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, Natasha.”

“Natasha?” Y/N said, “Did you just call me one of your whores?”

“She’s not a fucking whore!” Jake yelled, eyes becoming large with rage, as he stood up straight and pointed at her. Y/N cowered away, taking a step back, holding her hands up.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just don’t compare me to one of your. . . girls.”

“And don’t compare me to a low life piece of shit who beats women.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, massaging her forehead, feeling a headache coming on, “I don’t want to hear this, Jake. You’re drunk. Go to bed.”

“No, but listen,” Jake said, staggering into the room. He grabbed her hand and held it, “I love you and I am so sorry for what I did. I should’ve never scared you like that. I didn’t mean it, if I could take it back I would. Nat- Y/N, I love you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, because I love you, and I don’t care who the hell hears.” Jake exclaimed. His eyes grew wide like a kid seeing candy as he stumbled over to the doors of the balcony. He pulled them open and stepped outside, “I love-”

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N mumbled, pulling him back inside, “What the hell is your deal?”

“My deal? My deal is that I love you.”

“First, you beat a man half to death and say it’s my fault. Then you come in here professing your undying love for me, and then you call me by your ex whore? And then you expect me to just. . . forgive you?”

“Natasha, Y/N, I mean, it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like Jacob? Fucking enlighten me.”

“I don’t. . .” Jake started speaking, but stopped, his face turning pale. Y/N moved quickly, grabbing his body and pushing him towards the bathroom. She barely got him over the toilet bowl as he emptied the contents of his stomach. She closed her eyes in disgust, rubbing his back as he gagged. Jake leaned back and looked over at her, his eyes glossy with tears, “I’m really not like him.”

“Right now, Jake. . . you’re exactly like him.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake mumbled, as he leaned back over the toilet, throwing up more, “I’m sorry, Natasha. I-I don’t wanna be like this.” He cried, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/N said softly, rubbing his back and stepping away from him.

She stepped outside the bathroom, listening as he continued to cry and mutter the name ‘Natasha’ and apologizing like a broken record. Her body was telling her to go in there and help him in his drunken state, but her brain was telling her to leave him. Y/N looked at him one last time, before shutting the door and going to his room for the night.

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quietwings-fics · 6 months ago

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The Bar at the End of the World

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: The Magnus Archives Ship: Gen (With sides of Jon/Martin & Georgie/Melanie) Additional Tags: Drinking, Episode: e198 Precipice (The Magnus Archives), Angst and Humor, Established Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Minor Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Sad Ending, Friendship, End of the World, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, The Magnus Archives Season 5, Autistic Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Drunk Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, its my story and i say that a drunk jon is a stimmy jon, Cuddling & Snuggling, this is going to be jossed as soon as the next epi comes out but for now Enjoy, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dialogue Heavy Wordcount: 2264 Summary:

Post-Episode 198, Or: What is left of the crew gets drunk together.

It is the end of the world. In a way, it has always been the end of the world. When time and space saw that things were about to get apocalyptic, they looked at each other for a long moment, shrugged, and packed their bags for a vacation they didn’t plan to come back from. For some people, it has been the end of the world for a few months. For some, 2 years. And for a privileged few, always. Whatever the case, it’s a very good excuse for getting drunk.

Somewhere, a tape recorder whirrs to life, and one woman gives it a dirty look.

“You can destroy them,” says former podcast host, cat-owner, and cult leader Georgie Barker. Currently, her occupation is: Alcohol.

“Will it help?” Basira asks in a voice so thick with irritation that it’s a wonder she doesn’t choke on it. Georgie considers, waves a hand vaguely in the air, and drinks.

“It won’t stop it, but, I don’t know, it’s cathartic?” Basira nods, stands, walks over to the tape recorder, and picks it up. She turns it over in her hands, and it hums cheerfully as it feeds on the misery of the room. She taps her nails against the side. With sudden violence, she throws it at the ground, and it shatters, plastic and tape running away from the impact point in confusion. Basira steps on the corpse of it to see if that might make her feel like she’s accomplished something.

Somewhere, a tape recorder whirrs to life. This time, it’s nestled itself on the back of the ratty couch that used to hold The Archivist as he silently tried to find the bottom of his bottle. In the minutes since, his boyfriend, miraculously not filled with spiders, has joined him. The couch now holds Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims, and when the tape recorder joins them, Martin raises a hand to push it off. Then sighs, shakes his head, and drops it to pet Jon’s hair.

Jon, throughly intoxicated, makes a whirring noise that is suspiciously similar to the tape.

A note about finding drinks during the Apocalypse: It’s harder than you��d think. Not because it isn’t there, but because most of it isn’t alcohol proper and it’s rather unpleasant to open up a bottle only to be greeted by a wisp of fog symbolizing someone’s inability to be emotionally vulnerable. When it is to be found, (on a far back shelf of an empty grocery store where the announcement sound rings every seven minutes on the dot but is never followed by any announcements) the wine will be sour and the whiskey will be more poison than drink, but they’ll do the job just as well.

“It doesn’t actually make you feel better,” says Melanie King, who is on the same side of sober as Basira but for different reasons. She is having a hard time staying there. “It connects your anger with aggression. Next time, you’ll just want to destroy something again.” These are not her words, but they were good advice when she heard them.

“You didn’t stop me,” Basira points out. Melanie grimaces. It doesn’t seem like good advice anymore.

“I’ll wait until we know you have a next time to be worried about,” Melanie says.

“Which we will,” Martin says, “so, no more smashing things.” Melanie snorts but doesn’t argue. She thinks that if she were drunk, she would have. That’s part of the reason she hasn’t picked up a glass.

“Do you think everyone will remember? When it all shuts off,” Georgie asks, contemplative, “or will things go back to normal and we’ll be the only ones? We will remember, right?” Without meaning to, all eyes turn to Jon, seeking answers. He doesn’t respond to the sudden attention, not until Martin pokes him in the cheek.

“I’m not sure what you asked, but whatever it is... I don’t know. Not here, anyway,” Jon says. He starts rubbing his hands together and sits up before he gets a crick in his neck from using Martin’s leg as a pillow. Sober Jon might have been embarrassed, but then again, sober Jon had been through more than one literal hell, so perhaps not. Georgie lets out a sigh of relief.

“That’s probably a good thing.” She leans back against Melanie’s chair. “You don’t want any?”

“You’ve asked me that already, hon. Twice.” Georgie blinks and gives her a weak smile.

“We know it’s working, then.” It’s a smile Melanie does her very best to return, with little success. A few domains over and uncountable miles away, the face she makes is adopted by an Avatar of the Spiral and used to send a woman into a fit of hysteria. Melanie will never know about this. She’ll still feel a lingering sense of guilt for it, but it’s a book that will fit right in on her extensive shelf of self-condemnation.

"Do you want to remember this? It hasn't exactly been..." Basira trails off. For a moment, she almost- This assignment's turning out to be a real hoot, Daisy would say, with sarcasm as sharp as fangs. "Fun." Basira finishes.

"Someone should. Might as well be us," Georgie says. Basira nods. In a selfish part of her heart, she would like to forget the monster Daisy became. In another part, one that's only gotten louder the longer she's had to walk the domains, she knows it wouldn't erase the monster she always was. (Basira is still only human, and sometimes the selfish part wins. Some days, she needs to remember Daisy's smile like she needs air.)

"I won't," Jon puts in. He's had enough time to figure out exactly what it is they're talking about now. "If I live." He adds, because he is impossible.

"Jon..." Martin warns. Jon lets his head drop to his boyfriend's shoulder, rubbing a hand along the scratchy couch cushions. Staying (mostly) upright is harder than he remembers, even sitting down.

"You don't get to die on us now, bastard." There's frustration in her voice, yes, but no real anger. "We dragged you this far. You're coming with us over the finish line." Against Martin's shoulder, Jon mouth turns up at the corners. It's not a smile, but it is happy. He thinks that getting drunk was a fantastic idea. It's giving him other fantastic ideas, too, like-

"Jon, where-" He stumbles to his feet, using Martin to lever himself despite an affronted squawk. He bats his boyfriend's worried hands away. He's fine; He remembers how to walk. Mostly. The only table they have is a small, dinky coffee table that is holding the remainder of the night's alcohol. Jon deems it sufficient for his purposes. Purposes being climbing atop it. It wobbles dangerously.

"I need to tell everyone-" He begins and wobbles again. Martin sucks in a sharp breath.

"Jon, get off the table before you hurt yourself." Basira says, but pointedly, neither she nor anyone else makes him do so. It's not like he can be hurt.

Although, it would just be their luck if The Archivist died during a drunken ramble by falling off a coffee table.

On second thought, Basira tenses and prepares to grabs Jon if he should fall.

"To. Tell everyone. That-" Jon continues, trying to keep his footing. He looks a bit like someone surfing, if the surfboard has been chewed at the edges by sharks and the person is more of a snorkeler by trade. "That I wouldn't be here without you. Not here, the end of the world, that's- That's always been my fault. But here. Under the institute. In Jurgen's rat tunnels. With you." He flaps his hands. Should you have asked him in the moment, Jon would have told you it was possibly the best speech he'd ever given in his life. If you'd have asked Georgie, she would have told you that he used to do this back at Uni, too. "And I love you. I love all of you. You're here, and... Thank you." He finishes, eloquent as ever. He looks down at the floor, which seems millions of miles away. This is not because space no longer works at the end of the world, nor is it because the Vast is planning an imminent assassination of Jonathan Sims. It's because he's a lot more drunk than he realized and whatever coordination he had to get up on this table has fled in a panic. "Uh."

"Alright, alright. Let's get you down." Georgie chuckles. Jon doesn't so much take her hand and let her guide him off as he does flop down into her arms. It's easier than it was at Uni. Jon hasn't gotten any bigger, but Georgie's gotten stronger. "Better?"

"Yes. Thank you." He steadies himself, puts his hands on her shoulders. "Georgie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to save our son." Melanie coughs. Loudly. Georgie makes a confused face, and then her light chuckle becomes a full laugh. "He's a good cat. The best cat."

"Worry about yourself, Jon. Not The Admiral." She pats his cheek. "Although, yes, we're going to save him." Jon nods.

"Georgie?"

"Yeah?"

"He didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't mean to." Her smile wavers at the edges. "And he's sorry. The Admiral. He's sorry for getting so many people-" Georgie hugs him.

"I know." Jon hugs her back, and it's only partially because he's not sure how much his legs work anymore. After a minute, Martin comes over to retrieve him, and Jon goes without a fuss. Georgie kisses him on the forehead. "Good night, Jon." He mumbles something that's probably an answer.

"Night, all." Martin says for him. Basira waves. Melanie turns her head in their direction, lips pulled into a thin line.

It's not difficult to guide Jon back to their cot. Martin's glad he's never been one to start losing motor control when he's drunk. Jon seems to have enough of that for both of them. He goes where Martin leads him though, and he stares. Martin's more than used to that by now. Jon doesn't blink unless he's making a conscious effort to. It's nice, in a way, because Jon already knows his face, every freckle and stress line and the way he scrunches up his nose when he's frustrated, and he still wants to keep looking at it. It's not new knowledge to feed the Eye. It's looking for Jon's sake alone, and that makes it... okay. Good. Cute. When they get to the bed and he lets go of Jon, his boyfriend follows the natural course of gravity and hits it with a thump.

"Make room." Martin whines at him, and Jon mimics the sound, smushed against the bed. Martin shoves him, a little ungraciously, but Jon just rolls with it. Nearly off the bed, but Martin catches him with a sigh. Martin counts the seconds down as he settles next to Jon. Four. Three. Two. And- There is suddenly an Jon-shaped octopus clinging to him with every available limb. Exactly as Martin planned. The perfect crime. Jon squirms until he's comfortable.

It's really hard to tell if he's asleep, Martin realizes five minutes later, because he's still staring at him.

"I wanted to cook for you," Jon murmurs. Not asleep, then.

"Didn't you? Before all of this. I specifically remember-" Martin says.

"No. No. Not that. We were going to have an adversary-"

"Anniversary?"

"Shut up, Martin," Jon hides his face, and Martin grins. "I wanted to make you dinner. With candles. And romance."

"That's really sweet of you." It would require more coordination than Jon has and more energy than Martin can spare to properly kiss like this. Instead, Martin lifts his hand, kisses his index and middle finger, and then presses them against Jon's cheek. "Also, I'm really glad you had a plan. I think I was panicking a little. I had no idea if you'd even want to celebrate it, or how, or what to do... How did we spend our anniversary?"

"Time doesn't work here."

"Humor me."

"Hm." It's hard to see his face in the dark, but Jon looks up and frowns, trying to remember. "I think... That place where all the doors were mouths. One of them tried to eat you." Martin makes a face.

"Ugh."

"Yes. Not particularly romantic."

"Guess we'll just have to have a do-over, when this is done," Martin says. Jon doesn't answer.

"Our world is ending," he says, finally, very quiet.

"The world's always ending."

"Our world." Jon finds Martin's hand by running his fingers down his arm. "Everything else is ending, but we were beginning." Jon's voice is a tremulous thing, hiding in the dark. "I wanted to cook for you," he repeats, "and repaint the bedroom. You never liked the color. You deserved to go home somewhere and know that it was where love lived." Martin breathes in, one long breath, and he holds it until the lump in his throat retreats. Jon is tracing nonsense patterns over his palm, and his voice is getting softer.

"We still could, you know."

"I'd like that." Jon finds an extra centimeter of space between them and snuggles closer. "I love you, Martin."

"I love you, too, Jon." He waits until Jon falls asleep. Makes sure this time, both that he is and that he'll stay asleep. Martin can't move without disturbing him, but he's always been a quiet crier. If anyone notices his eyes are still red tomorrow, he'll have the alcohol to blame, and the end of the world.

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littleoceanfairy · 1 year ago

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It's ok

Eric Coulter x reader Fandom: Divergent Words: 868

*Trigger warning* mentions of injury, Eric being rude (as always), fluff?

Three weeks since the fractionless had been caught in the warehouse. Three weeks since you almost died because a bullet hit you. And two weeks since you left the infirmary and Lynn started helping you out in your day to day life. She brought you food and kept you and your apartment looking decently clean. Even Eric came over after Leader-meetings to give you updates on everything going on outside of your safe zone.

The injury had left you unable to move your arm properely, but the doctors said it would take a few months and then a lot of training to get everything back to how it was before. So you were stuck in your apartment with noting better to do than to think about how you could have missed the shooter that day.

"So Max would offer you to work in the control rooms until you have recovered.", Eric's words snap you back to reality and you direct your gaze at him. "I don't want to go back to work yet and Max knows about that.", you sigh and pull your knees up towards your chest. "You need to go outside again y/n. People are talking and making up stories about what actually happened. Dauntless don't behave like this after an injury like that!", the tall man almost jumps up from your sofa and towers over you. "When was the last time you got shot Coulter?", glaring up at him you also lift yourself off the couch an walk past him. "During initiation. Because I am aware of my surroundings while on a mission.", stopping dead in your tracks you turn back around and face Eric. "Well you should report my carelessness to Max then and get me kicked out of here. See how long it takes for me to shoot you as a fractionless.", the words come out even harsher than you intended but the laugh that leaves Erics mouth makes you even angrier. "I'll get going then. Better to catch Max in his office than on his way to his woman.", you slam shut the door to your bathroom while Eric still makes his way toward your front door.

Getting the black shirt over your head without moving too much of your right arm was a challenge which had you cursing quietly until you where completely naked an inside the shower. The hot water hitting your skin soothed the soarness from sleeping on one side for weeks almost instantly and you calmed down until it happened. A bottle of Shampoo fell to the ground and instinctively you reach for it with your injured arm. Screaming out in pain you held your arm and instantly turned off the water.

Mere seconds later the door bursts open and there he was standing and looking around the slightly foggy room - Eric. "Get the fuck out of my apartment Coulter!", you try to cover your naked body from his cold, blue eyes as he quickly turns around and faces the wall. "What did you do now? I could hear your scream out in the hallway.", is that a worried undertone in his voice you could hear? "Well what does it look like? I am taking a shower.", you spit out sarcasticly while trying to get a towel wrapped around you.

"Don't lie to me Y/n. Do you need help?", you can see his muscles tensing as you step out of the shower. "I don't need your help or pity, Eric.", "I don't pity you Y/n. We are worried about you. Well fuck - I am worried about you. You havent left this apartment in almost a month and talked to no one beside Lynn and me.", he turns around and almost smashes into you. "You worry about me? Are you even capeable of that Eric?", instead of taking a step back you stand your ground and stare up at the tall man. "I want to take care of you and", "I can take care of myself just fine.", you interrupt him and stab a finger into his chest. "You can go and take care of some initiates or the fractionless but you don't need to take care of me.", "Y/n can you please calm down and listen to what I'm trying to say?", Eric grabs your wrist and actually manages to shut you up by pulling you even closer towards him. "I want to take care of you. I want to be there for you so you don't get hurt like this anymore. While getting you back here I thought you died in my arms and I realized that I need you more, than you need me.", he almost whispers the last part and you look up at him. "Will you say you love me right now?", your voice is barely audible and a choked up laugh leaves Erics lips. "Don't do this now Y/n. You know me better than anyone else here. I would never say that to anyone.", he let's go of your hand but you stay close to him. "Well that's pretty rude of you. But it's ok. I would also never say that to anyone.", a slight smile crosses both of your lips.

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pkmacabre-shadow · 4 months ago

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Captain N: Adventures in Smash

Chapter 10

AN: This one is lengthy as hell. Unfortunately, Dark Pit did not hit Bass with a frying pan but he did fight him near the ending of this chapter

Melody: No way….

The figure turned and looked. Realizing that she’s been spotted, Melody ran back to where she came from.

Melody: Everyone! There’s an intruder outside!

Chester: An intruder?!

Melody: Yes! He must’ve cut the power off-

Bass: To find Captain N…

Everyone turned in look of shock and horror. To them, especially Megaman, they knew who this person is.

Megaman: Bass, what are you doing here?

Bass: I’m just looking for the Captain, that’s all. I heard he returned to this world. So, where is he?

Chester: Right here.

Everyone became shocked at Chester showing up to the intruder. Marth became rather worried for him as he has a lot to learn on his battles. Bass became a little irritated.

Bass: Really? That’s it? I was expecting the old Captain! The Brown hair, red jacket, the guns. Everything!

Chester: Things have changed Bass. I’m the new captain now. Let’s take this outside, shall we?

Chester pulls out his blade.

Megaman: Chester don’t-

Chester: Don’t hold me back! I have to prove myself of my strength. He must’ve come here from the rumors.

Then Bass turned his hand into a buster.

Bass: Oh it’s on, Captain!

He teleported, with Chester going outside to find him.

Standing right in front of him is the Wily bot himself, aiming his gun to the young man before he dodged the shot. The battle had started, Chester being the more agile one while Bass having the brute strength. Bass, fueled by his desire to feel superior, charges his buster leading to Chester retreating. Everyone watched on, Chester and Bass each getting hit, the difference in their skills, and their maneuvers.

Melody: We have to stop them!

Timeman: And risk getting hit by intervening?! I don’t think so.

Oilman: Also, Bass has a dog named Treble. He’s a dangerous one, at that.

Melody: Well we can’t just stand there! We should find a proper solution.

Wren: I got an idea: We should split up into two teams. Melody’s team is gonna intervene the fight. My team will at least subdue Treble.

Dark Pit: If that’s how you want it, then I’ll join Melody.

Everyone looked at Dark Pit in shock, some have even gasped. Dark Pit usually does things on his own without someone’s commands, let alone a god or goddess.

Pit: I’m joining Melody, too.

Megaman: Me too

Gutsman: Same here

Fireman: This little flame is going to get my help!

Melody looked at the five people who joined her, eyes wide with mouth slightly open.

Melody: Let’s go!

Melody’s team left to find Chester and Bass. Wren, on the other hand, turned to everyone.

Wren: With that out of the way, who wants to join me find Treble?

Same as before, Wren only had a few people who volunteered; those people being Little Mac, Villager, Ness, Cutman, and Bear Hugger. They all split up to find where Treble is. Due to how big the house is, it is nearly impossible to find the robo-dog which had a few calling out his name. That is until Bear Hugger found Treble.

Bear Hugger: Uh… Nice doggy?

Meanwhile, Melody and her team rushed to find where Chester and Bass retreated to. There, they found them at the courtyard, and they’re still at it again. Chester tried to reason Bass once they backed down.

Chester: Why are you doing this?!

Bass: I’ve been wanting to fight the Captain since the day of my creation. My creator spoke negatively of him, as he always interferes with *his* plans, especially with the blue dweeb. Feh, as if. I never followed his orders as he had wanted, but I did fought him a couple times before he’s gone. He’s pretty strong, I’ll give him that. Something that I envy for. By the time I heard the news about the Captain returning, I’ve already been waiting for this opportunity to fight him again, to show who’s the powerful one here. That’s what I thought until now.

Chester: So that’s it. You’re fighting me to show who’s more superior and powerful here. I admire your enthusiasm on a good fight, but it’s best to fight me on a right day. Look at me, I’m still learning my sword fighting skills but I’m improving when I train with Marth. As for the old Captain, he’s doing well.

Everything went quiet afterwards, and it became a focused duel for both boys. Bass became irritated with the fact that he’s fighting against the replacement of Captain N, conflicting with his wishes. Chester, on the other hand, steadied his breathing and started to calm down. He, Melody, Megaman, Pit and Dark Pit knew what Bass meant with the Original Captain, the thing is he doesn’t know that the new Captain N in the son of the original. By this point, both of them readied their weapons.

Melody: CHESTER!

Melody yelled, distracting the two. Then out of nowhere Dark Pit flew, grabbing Bass by shoulders and wrestle him.

Pit: PITTOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Everyone became shocked at the actions of Pit’s counterpart. He gave a few punches to Bass as he returned those punches to the dark angel as a way to stop him. They both stopped once they landed on the ground. Dark Pit got off of Bass, caressing his hands after the pain he felt while fighting Bass. Melody, her team, and Chester ran over to see the damage.

Gutsman then apprehended the dark angel, the rest looking on. Bass isn’t horribly damaged, but is still damaged nonetheless from both the fights with Chester and Dark Pit.

Bass: Oh… It’s you again, Megaman and his two brothers, and the birthday girl…

Megaman: Bass… You didn’t have to do this. You need to let go of wanting to fight Captain N, not even each consecutive time.

Bass: Like I wanna stop that!

Chester: Bass. Megaman’s right, you should stop this obsession. And another thing, the original Captain N that you spoke of at the courtyard is my dad. I’m his son and took the mantle of Captain N right now. He’s been doing well now, raising a family and all that.

Bass widened his eyes, becoming shocked at the information given to him. He felt angry at himself: For believing the rumors, for not having a chance of having the last battle of the original captain, and not letting go. But there is one question that still lingers in his mind.

Bass: How did you get here in the first place?

Chester thought about it. Everything just happened last month ever since his sister found his father’s disc. Melody decided to speak up for him regarding the strange events that have occurred to them.

Melody: You see, my friend’s sister found a disc belonging to Mr. Keene. Chester inserted the disc into his computer before everything turned bright. Wren, Chester, and I got teleported here now equipped with our power pads before being found by a few people and learned history with Palutena.

Bass: *smiles* Heh. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, but it doesn’t sound too far fetched either. Sorry for interrupting your party, birthday girl. Or should I just say Melody?

Bass then got up while stumbling a bit.

Bass: Treble! Let’s get out of here!

Treble appeared before him. Both of them teleported away from the Smash House.

Amidst the silence, Dark Pit yells at Gutsman to let go of him and a sound of footsteps behind the group. Melody turned, finally looking at Wren and her group who finally found Treble.

Back at the Smash Mansion, everything is brought together as it was before Bass’ intrusion; the lights and music is now finally back on thanks to the help of Elecman. Some people gave their condolences to Melody, but the young woman forgave them as it was out of their control and no one could expect it to happen. She was given many gifts, such as power ups and accessories. Chester only gave her a gift card, while Wren gave her an envelope of $50.

Finally, it was the time for cake. It is in a shape of an armadillo, just like what she wanted. On top of the cake is 2 number candles that says “17”; they were both lit up, as well. The music is shut off, and everyone sang happy birthday to her. Melody blew out the candles, already to have a wish in mind.

Pit: What did you wish for, Melody?

Melody: Sorry, I can’t tell you. It can’t become true if I tell you that.

Dark Pit: So is this a part of birthdays for you humans?

Wren: Yeah, pretty much.

Melody took out a knife and cut out a slice of a cake; it revealed the red velvet cake, leaving the girl with a big, cheeky grin.

Samus: Here, let me help you with that.

With the help of Samus Aran, she guided the young girl on cutting the cake into smaller pieces due to its unique shape. Both put them on many plates, giving them off to the people who wanted a slice. They all enjoyed it.

Wren: Wow, they didn’t skip on the flavor.

Little Mac: Sure is. Hey Mel, you sure you didn’t want a slice?

Melody: Don’t worry, I already have mine thanks to Isabelle keeping it safe for just this very moment. You could thank Chester’s parents for that.

She then pulls out the lunch box cake Charlotte made for her earlier that day, opened the lid, grabbed a fork, and ate it with glee.

Minutes after the party’s over, the three teens were back to the real world. It was pretty late, being almost 1 AM. Chester decided to take Wren and Melody back to their respective homes, saying goodbye to each other.

By the time Melody went to her house after Chester left, she used her key to unlock the door. Her house is dimly lit thanks to a few candles her mom lit up. The young woman went to her room and put her things away before finding a present on her bed. It has a notecard saying “happy birthday my little sweet pea -mom.” She opened the box, revealing the clothes and bag that she wanted.

She smiled, knowing how much her mother loved her dearly.

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every1studio · 2 years ago

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“sour apples” [harry potter: draco malfoy]

genre: fluff

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series

prompt: you're a hufflepuff, you could never fall in love with a slytherin.. let alone draco malfoy, can you...? / inspired by the lyrics from “sour grapes” by LESSERFIM / fem reader but can be gender neutral

note: I'm kinda back? sorry for the wait.. I'll try to get into writing again. still sticking to writing for k-idols but I'm going out on a limb and writing for HP characters as well // enjoy~

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“I don’t see what you all see in him.. he’s still an asshole..” you muttered as the slytherin prince walks passed your group of friends

“but he’s hot” your friend murmured as they noticed him look over

“and rich”

“and he smells good..”

he sends a wink to the group and every girl in the vicinity just about dropped their pants

basically anyone who even thought the prince was attracted dropped their pants

all except for you

he’s rude

he’s arrogant

he’s narcissistic

but all is forgiven because he’s good-looking, his family’s got money and he has proper hygiene?

who’s this slytherin prince that all of these simps are drooling over?

draco

lucius

malfoy

you couldn’t be bothered by someone like him

you’d rather spend your time with someone who was the complete opposite of that self-centered, self-proclaimed “prince”

someone like harry potter

or so you thought

the more you hanged out with him

the more predicable he was

you wanted some spice in your life and all he was giving you was sugar

there’s nothing wrong with sugar but he was literally giving you diabetes and you could feel your arteries just clogging up

“hey y/n”

you knew by the cheery yet mellow tone of voice that it was harry

your friends nudged at you before leaving

“hiya harry” you sighed through a smile, “what can I do for you?”

you can tell he was nervous, he’s probably going to ask you out to get some sweets at honeydukes or madam puddifoot’s tea shop or sometime of the sort

“did you want to go to honeydukes some time this weekend? or maybe even madam puddifoot’s tea shop?”

bingo

you got up from your spot

brushing off some invisible dust to try to shoo off the unwavering tension in the air

“harry.. can I be honest?”

you could see his bright eyes slowly dull and his sweaty hands hide in the pockets of his robes

he nods

you tried to look anywhere but into his sadden eyes

“you’re... you’re not the guy for me, harry.. and I know there’s a girl out there who’s just waiting for you to be in her life but..”

at this moment you felt like you owed him a sincere eye contact moment

“..it’s not me.. it’s just not me..”

“yeah. sure. no worries. don’t worry about it...”

you could see him ramble; a mix of awkwardness and him not wanting to show how upset he really was

“harry.. you’re a great guy...you really are...”

you were almost whispery, scared to shatter his broken heart even more

“but not for you”

you nodded at your feet

“but not for me” you repeated

not wanted to look up at the boy that you left smashed and shattered

“I’ll be okay, y/n.. honest.. don’t look so sad.. I’m just glad that you were able to tell me now versus later down the line..”

you couldn’t stop thinking about the pitiful state you left harry in

he literally needed his friends to carry him away

it made you think about what kind of relationship you wanted to be in

what kind of guy you wanted to be in your perfect fairytale

because if it wasn’t with harry

who else could it be with?

while lost in your thoughts, you accidently bumped into someone

books and papers where scattered everywhere but there was no one else in the halls but you and the person you bumped into

you were already frantically trying to pick up their things

“oh I’m so sor-”

“ARE YOU BLIND?!”

their loud voice ran over yours and you already knew who it was

you scoffed in immediate irritation

“excuse me, malfoy? if I’m blind, so are you! you also bumped into me! what makes you think you can walk in the middle of the hall like you own the place and not watch where you’re going?”

draco didn’t realized that he bumped into you

he was so close to you

so close that he could see every single lash that flared up to the ceiling

so close that he could hear your soft, angelic breaths

so close that he could kiss you if he wanted to

of course he wanted to

sure, you were a hufflepuff

but ever since he first saw you, he thought you were different

you were kind but strong-minded, strong-willed

you seemed like you were prim and proper, you didn’t care if you got your hands dirty

you had the qualities of a hufflepuff but you could’ve gone to any house and fit right in

and of course, he thought you were absolutely stunning

he even deemed you the princess of the entire school

the missing piece to his set; the princess that the prince needed

if only he could voice that thought

he never could though, he’d never let anyone know his deepest and darkest daydreams

“it’s cause I do own these halls, sweetheart..”

you frowned at his attempt to swoon you

“sorry, I didn’t know you were the headmaster albus dumbledore.. next time I see a head of white hair, I’ll make sure to walk the other way..”

you dropped his belongings on the ground and began to walk away from him

“aren’t you going to help me, y/n?” draco called out to you, wondering why you weren’t infatuated with him like everyone else

“they’re your things in your halls.. apparently... pick it up yourself!” you shouted without looking behind you

what a snobby brat, you thought

but what a shame... he really is attractive up close

after your run-in with draco, you couldn’t stop thinking about what if you were like the other girls

the girls who were infatuated with him

the girls who wanted a chance with him

would you want to?

maybe he isn’t the same person as he’s portraying to the public eye

at the same time, draco was thinking about why didn’t you call him by his first name like all the girls who are smitten by him and how he was going to get you to fall for him

how could you not?

he scratched at his head trying to figure out reasons why you didn’t like him

did you not like rich, successful, smart and handsome guys?

did his breath smelled at that moment?

were his grey eyes too grey?

was his platinum blonde hair too platinum?

he was so frustrated, he ran to his friends in the great hall for advice

“hey you lot, what are my flaws?”

draco slammed his hands on the slytherins’ table where his friends all sat

“are you okay, draco?” pansy fawned over the blonde boy

blaise chuckled

“yeah, draco.. did you hit your head or somethi-”

“I’m fine! just answer my questions.. what are some reasons someone might not like me?”

his friends all looked at each other, worried that what they say might set him off

“okay but you can’t get mad,” theo said with stern eyes

“yeah yeah yeah.. go on... what are they?” draco didn’t know what he was getting himself into

“you can be... a bit mean..” crabbe didn’t even dare to make eye contact with the agitated blonde

“and a bit self-centered,” goyle chimed in

“you’re an ass and a pain in everyone’s asses”

blaise shouldn’t have said that with a smile on his face

“you think you’re all that but you’re not,” theo and blaise were just happy that they got to shit on draco to his face

“I think you’re perfect,” pansy tried to hide her blushing smile

“that’s not what asked of us, pansy..” blaise was so done with her

“yeah chill out, he’s not even interested in you..” theo joined in

he was literally just there for the banter

pansy just slumped back into her seat when she noticed draco wasn’t even going to deny that he was interested in her

“speaking of interested, what’s your sudden interest in what other people think of you anyways draco?”

blaise always knew there was an underlying reason draco did anything and he was gonna get to the bottom of it

“none of your business,” draco muttered as he shuffled away

“what a weirdo..” theo chuckled as he went back to his dino chicken nuggets

if his friends thought about this of him, what would people he didn’t like think of him?

he wanted to show you his good side, his best side

not the side that everyone saw

he wanted to show the side that he hid away to his friends and even his parents

the closet romantic who just wants someone who will love his flaws and enhance his good qualities

as if luck was on his side, you were right there, walking along side your friends

you were irritated by your friends because you told them about your run-in with draco and all they could talk about was how lucky you were

and as if bad luck was on your side, draco malfoy stopped right in front of you and your friends

“hey y/n.. I was wondering if..” he had to take a breath in the middle of his sentence, “I was wondering if you wanted to help me study for our potions quiz tomorrow?”

“why are you asking me like someone made you ask me? don’t you have other friends to help you study, malfoy?” you snapped

“draco, I can study with you!”

“I’m free too, draco!”

your friends started chiming in while closing in on him

hoping for a chance to get any essence of draco malfoy

you were slowly closing into the background but you didn’t care, you didn’t want to be near him

he probably liked the attention anyways

to your surprise, he weaved his way through the crowd to get to you

the only attention he wanted was yours

“I really wanted to ask you because you are one of the top students in our class and I could learn a lot from you..”

like a flick of a wand, you saw draco in a different light

you could catch a baby blue sliver of hope in his eyes that twinkled

is it possible for eyes to even twinkle like that?

is it possible to even trust him?

did he have any ulterior motives?

if there was any, you couldn’t find it.. not in those eyes anyways

“I don’t even know if I can even help you study in a day...” you furrowed your brows but your voice was soft

you kind of wished that he just said, alright, and walk away

“if anyone can teach me in a day, I know it’s you... I mean.. you managed to help cedric with his OWLs and he passed.. or so I heard...”

draco kept his eyes down for the most part but occasionally looked up to take a peek at you and was shuffling his feet against each other

have you ever seen draco shuffle his feet before or even for anyone?

a day with draco malfoy wouldn’t be so awful, right?

“I’ll meet you after dinner in the library.. if you aren’t there by 9pm.. don’t even think about asking me to help you study ever again..” you spoke firmly, you didn’t want him thinking that he can easily take advantage of you

the bell rung for students to get to class

“I won’t be late, y/n! I promise!” draco lit up and started walking away to make sure he wasn’t late to class

but then as soon as you turned your back to draco, he was running back towards you

“wait y/n!”

you were taken aback by his sudden appearance and how close he was to you

he took your hands into his and placed a chaste kiss onto your knuckles, “thank you.. I really mean it.. can’t wait to see you later..”

and as fast as he appeared, he disappeared

if he didn’t leave as fast as he did, you would probably catch his redden cheeks and ears

he felt like a giddy schoolgirl (he probably looked like it too)

but he didn’t care

you, on the other hand, were conflicted by your prior feelings of him and the feelings you had for him now

you didn’t want to deal with your friends bickering about how you got his attention so you blocked them out and made your way to your class

why was draco so interested in you all of a sudden?

did he actually have feelings for you?

should you even try to go for the impossible?

should you even try to go for someone as rude, arrogant and narcissistic as draco lucius malfoy?

with all of these uneasy feelings, class was the only thing that could put any of your feelings aside and focus on something else

that’s what you thought

you couldn’t stop thinking about his twinkly grey eyes, his platinum blonde hair and his...

why were you even thinking about him in divination class?

“my dear...” professor trelawney reached out to you

“you will see that there’s an apple high on a tree, unattainable and basking in it’s glory.. but you have to work for it.. if you want a taste.. only then, you will be happy.. but my dear if you give up... you’ll never know if the apple is truly sweet or sour... and you’ll continue life without knowing, if the apple was worth it or not...”

you looked at her in confusion (also kind of weirded out)

you just nodded so that she’d go bother someone else

leaving you to marinate about what she just said

was she really just talking about an apple or was it an analogy for your current inner conflicts with the slytherin prince?

to be continued...

[part one] [part two]

[ masterlist + guidelines ]

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14dayswithyou · 2 years ago

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So we've seen how renren and moth text but how do the rest of characters text? Do they have any quirks-- because I noticed that renren doesn't worry about spelling when we texted him for the first time XD it was adorable to say the least

✦゜ANSWERED: This ended up getting a bit long lmao

Ren: Their way of texting is very passive, soft, and "uwu" personified. He overuses the "^^" and ">////<" emoticons to make himself seem cuter, and hardly ever uses full stops or proper punctuation. Only ever texts like this when it involves you.

"*attached image* saw this cloud on my walk today and it made me think of u ^^", "u forgot to close ur window last night! i wouldn't want you to catch a cold >///<", "yeah!! cool! okay!!! i can do that for you, angel!"

[REDACTED]: You'd be lucky to get more than one word from him. He specializes in leaving people on read and replying with the absolute bare minimum. Rawdogs everything (no punctuation, emojis, tone indicators, etc.) and gives zero fucks. They only text like this to people who aren't you though.

"cool", ":/", "hows that my problem", "*read: 2:14PM*", "? no?", "why are you texting me? tf", "*read: 5:34PM*", "thats cringe", "k", "171.120.123.160 37°49′N 25°45′W <- this u?"

Violet: Overuses the plant emojis but it somehow makes her seem more endearing. Not that much punctuation usage either, and she unknowingly slips in a bit of twitch/streamer lingo without realising it.

"I'm taking 🎍 Glenda 🎍 out for a walk, want to come? 🌷", "Oh! That's pretty pog!" "I can smell burnt food again… Anyare? LUL", "My hydrangeas started blooming! 🌼🌸 Here, I'll send you a pic"

Elanor: It's like she's writing a personal, handwritten letter to you. Lots of thought goes into her texts, as well as proper grammar and punctuation. She doesn't really use emojis, but when she does, it's mainly used in lieu of fullstops.

"Hello MC! I just read your text. Yes, I can cover your shift tomorrow. If you are feeling unwell then please get some rest!", "Please ignore my last text! Those pesky kids got a hold of my phone while I wasn't looking. Do you know how to delete messages?", "Good morning MC 🙂"

Moth: Good luck trying to decipher whatever it is they're saying. 99% of the time it's purely keyboard spam, tiktok/twitter lingo, or cursed meme reactions they scoured off of the internet.

"lKFJSF BABE WAKE UP NEW WEBTOON CHAPTER JUST DROPPED", "my brother in christ u NEED therapy soooo bad /j /lh", "ok but like… it's giving stalker vibes :)" "submissive and breedable??? in MY Christian minecraft server???????"

Leon: Your average texter. He uses somewhat enough grammar and punctuation, as well as tone indicators to avoid any potential misunderstandings. Will always respond to your texts before changing the subject.

"I'm gonna block you fr /j", "Want me to pick you up after work? I'm On My Way! to the libary rn", "Hey do you like this jacket? I can buy it after practice if you want. Figured it was your style :D", "Corporate wants you to spot the difference between me and this crab I found in my bag (hint: one of them is cuter) /lh"

Teo: Vice CEO of leaving people on read, alongside [REDACTED]. He also never seems to respond to the current topic, and instead likes to make it all about whatever is on his mind. Will 100% ask if you want to play 8-ball directly after finding out you just came out of a coma.

"wyd?", "what are you wearing right now?", "I'm bored… come keep me company? 😈💦", "come smash in some taillights with me 🥺 leon and jae already bailed", "🔥🔥🔥" "DELETE THAT LAST IMAGE. DON'T OPEN IT. IT WASN'T MEANT FOR YOU"

#💌 — answered.#💖 — about ren.#💖 — about violet.#💖 — about elanor.#💖 — about moth.#💖 — about leon.#💖 — about teo.#💜 — renren supremacy.#queued post

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years ago

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How about a shinobu x she her pillar reader with the prompt "you won't touch my girlfriend again if you know what's good for you"

Where shinobu is getting bullied from another pillar about her height and they poke her making the reader p*ssed off

Not In Their Right Mind

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Oooo this one was tricky. I think Shinobu is pretty well liked by all the Pillars and they wouldn’t dare be cruel enough to bully her about her height. Even if they did, I think Shinobu would dish back whatever they were serving ten fold. If she was hurt, I don’t think she’d let them see and lick her wounds in private. Anyway, I decided if they were a little drunk they’d say things or act in ways they wouldn’t normally to get over my mental block. Hope you still like it! Warning: Involuntary alcohol consumption. Word Count: 1,784

“What the hell is going on over there?”

(Y/n) had just returned from the bathroom and somehow in the five minutes she was gone, the small restaurant had gone into chaos.

They had finally gotten Himejima to agree to celebrating his birthday with a proper party and it was in that moment (Y/n) understood why the Stone Hashira had been reluctant to agree.

How was everyone so drunk?

“Hey!” (Y/n) loudly clapped her hands, trying to gain the attention of her fellow Hashira, but she was no match for Kyoujirou’s boisterous laughter.

Shaking her head, she made her way to one of the more sober looking tables.

“Himejima-san, Kanroji-san, what is going on?”

“Umm, remember when we were asking Tengen if he spiked the cocktail of fruit juices he brought?” Mitsuri grimaced when Obanai groaned from where his head rested against the table and she rubbed his back.

“Apparently he did and quite a bit too, even I feel a little tipsy.”

“Oh gods, Muichiro-kun—“

“Oh don’t worry, he didn’t have any. Shinazugawa-san smashed the bottle against the floor before it even got to him.” Mitsuri assured.

(Y/n) looked over to the young boy, he was seemingly numb to the chaos around him which was probably for the best. Not really different from how he normally was.

“It was nice to have everyone come today, but I think it’s time for everyone to go home before we disrupt the peace further.” Gyomei was stone faced, sober as could be, which probably made all the yelling and cackling and crashing all the worse for him. Poor guy looked like he just wanted to go home and pet some cats.

“Right, we’ll take care of it Himejima-san, don’t worry about a thing.”

Giyuu, who had apparently been under the table the whole time, whined and attempted to scoot out from beneath it. (Y/n) stooped down to help him.

“Shut up, Tomioka.” Obanai groused, face still planted upon the table.

“Kanroji,” (Y/n) gestured to the whole table, “could you help these guys get to the train station and makes sure they get home okay? I’ll take care of the other half.”

“Sure!”

(Y/n) turned, already dreading to face the boisterous group of remaining Hashira, one of which was her own girlfriend who could not hold liquor by any stretch of the word.

“Hey, guys. Time to pack it in, let’s go.” (Y/n) yelled, very much not in the mood for any drunk nonsense.

“Bah! The night is still young. Loosen up, (L/n)!” Tengen yelled back, earning another booming laugh from Kyoujirou and a scowl from Sanemi.

“Hey! What do you think of my new accessory? Do I own this look or do I own this look?” Tengen spun so his back was to (Y/n), displaying a familiar butterfly hairclip attached to the top of his ponytail.

(Y/n) finally let her eyes land on Shinobu to see what she thought about what was going on and her heart bled for her.

Shinobu was sitting on the floor, hair down, chin on her knees. She was flushed from the alcohol or perhaps from how upset she looked, (Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure. She looked up at her with big, sad eyes and that was all (Y/n) needed to step in.

“Give it back. Now.” She said sternly and held out her hand.

Tengen pretended to think about it but backed away with a mischievous grin.

“Uzui!” (Y/n) warned.

“Give Kochou her damn hairclip, Uzui.” Sanemi grumbled.

“Oh she can have it,” he snickered, removing the butterfly from his hair to hold it above Shinobu’s head, “If she can take it from me.”

“Are you serious? Stop fooling around!” (Y/n) griped. She made a move to snatch the clip from Tengen, but a heavy arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“This is humorous!” Kyoujirou’s laugh made (Y/n) fear her eardrum had been burst.

“Rengoku-san, get off of me!”

(Y/n) struggled against the man’s dead weight, while Shinobu rose up to her full height, swaying as she attempted to stand straight.

Tengen and Kyoujirou laughed, watching Shinobu hop on her tiptoes in an attempt to retrieve her hairclip from Tengen’s taunting hold.

“Come on little grasshopper, jump higher. Ooo, not even close, shrimp.” Tengen snickered, holding the hairclip just out of Shinobu’s reach.

“Uzui, you are being a total ass!” (Y/n) shouted.

This was less than ideal. (Y/n) could see Shinobu was growing steadily more distressed. If everyone had stayed sober, none of this would be happening right now.

“(Y/n)…” Shinobu turned to face (Y/n), the most pitiful look on her face, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, “make him stop.”

(Y/n) knew they were all varied levels of intoxicated and not in the right frame of mind, but seeing Shinobu look like that, and knowing how insecure she had been about her height despite how well she hid it… She was done trying to be the voice of reason.

“Rengoku, off.” She spoke with icy calm.

Somewhere in Kyoujirou’s buzz, the tone struck him and his booming laughter at Uzui’s antics died out and he slowly disengaged from (Y/n) and moved to stand behind Sanemi. Though he still smiled, his wide, owlish eyes seemed to hold a level of fear in them as he watched (Y/n) stomp over to Shinobu and Tengen.

“So tiny,” Tengen began to dig at Shinobu again, ignoring (Y/n)’s approach, he began poking the top of Shinobu’s head, “heh heh, tiny, tiny, ti—“

“You will not touch my girlfriend again if you know what’s good for you!” (Y/n) seethed, gripping Tengen’s offending hand and twisting it in a painful hold.

“He-hey! That kinda hurts, (L/n)!” Tengen hissed between his teeth and tried to bend his body at an angle to relieve the pain.

“Give her the clip and apologize, or I’ll break your wrist.”

“Still too polite,” Sanemi scoffed, “break his wrist then make the demands and threaten with more pain if he doesn’t do it.” He proposed without missing a beat.

“You better just do as she says, Uzui-san!” Kyoujirou advised.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry Kochou, here, look, you can have it back, see? I’m really sorry!” Tengen’s voice raised in pitch as (Y/n) threatened to twist his wrist further.

Shinobu gingerly took her butterfly from Tengen’s hand and held it to her chest, relieved to have it back.

“Do you think he learned his lesson, my butterfly?” (Y/n) asked Shinobu sweetly, keeping Tengen in her bruising grip. She surveyed Shinobu for an answer while Tengen yelled,

“Hey! I did what you asked, let go!”

“Butterfly?” (Y/n) prompted again, ignoring Tengen’s pleas.

“‘M okay now, you can let him go. I just wanna go home.” She answered in a quiet voice, resting her face against (Y/n)’s side.

“Okay, sweetheart.”

(Y/n) suddenly yanked Tengen’s hand hard and fast, sending him to the ground in a heap.

“Rengoku-san, carry him.” (Y/n) ordered while she walked over to the restaurant owner to pay him way more then the dinner was worth for putting up with them all. Shinobu stuck right by her, one hand holding her hairclip to her chest, the other grasping the back of (Y/n)’s haori so as to not get separated in the small space.

“On it!”

“Shinazugawa-san, there are only a couple more trains running tonight, come with us.” (Y/n) called to the scar covered man.

Sanemi clicked his tongue in annoyance, but complied. It seemed alcohol made him at least a bit more reasonable.

They managed to catch a train just before it departed, for which (Y/n) was thankful. She did not feel like waiting an hour for the last call. She made sure Tengen, Sanemi and Kyoujirou got off at the right stops and finally allowed herself to relax until they would make it to the station closest to the Butterfly Estate.

Shinobu pulled her legs up into their booth seat and curled up against (Y/n) with a drawn-out yawn. (Y/n) shimmied out of her haori and draped it over Shinobu, smiling softly when she snuggled closer.

“Thank you for helping me.” Shinobu mumbled, her eyes growing heavy.

“Anytime, Butterfly, anytime.” (Y/n) whispered back, kissing the top of Shinobu’s head.

(Y/n) ran her fingers through Shinobu’s loose hair and watched the dark trees pass by in a blur through the window.

When the train clunked and screeched to a halt, Shinobu was dead asleep. Not wanting to wake her, (Y/n) picked her up and carried her home.

Quickly and stealthily, (Y/n) got Shinobu to her room and tucked her in. She darted back out to retrieve a glass of water and something for a headache should Shinobu require it and left it on her desk.

Too exhausted to return to her own estate, (Y/n) pulled out a futon and joined Shinobu, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.

***

The next morning, (Y/n) sat across from Shinobu at breakfast. The Insect Hashira didn’t seem to recall anything after the first hour of the party and (Y/n) explained that Tengen had spiked the fruit juice cocktail he brought, but left it at that. She didn’t want Shinobu to remember how hard of a time Uzui gave her if she could help it. Still Shinobu looked pensive and irritated as she drank her tea.

“Something wrong?” (Y/n) asked cautiously.

“Obviously I’m furious at Uzui-san for spiking the drinks, but I can’t help but think there was something else…” she took another sip of tea and hummed thoughtfully,

“I think the next time I see Uzui-san I will beat him within an inch of his life.”

“I’ll be right there cheering you on from the sidelines.”

“So supportive, I love that about you.”

Shinobu leaned over the table, kissing (Y/n) quickly before sitting back down. The Hashira stared at each other lovingly, and continued to enjoy their quiet morning together.

~~~

“Tengen-sama, you’re making a mess!” Hinatsuru complained as more drawers were pulled open and unceremoniously emptied.

“What are you doing?“ Makio questioned for the eighth time since Tengen shot out of bed like a bullet, growing more annoyed every time Tengen passed them while swearing under his breath.

“Wahh! Tengen-sama?! Where are you going?!” Suma cried, watching her husband pack four bags with frantic movements.

“I’m a dead man, my sweet, beautiful wives, a dead man!”

While Shinobu’s memory was foggy, Tengen’s surely wasn’t and he was not going to take any chances.

“We’re on the lamb starting today! Everybody get in the bathroom, there should be several hair dye kits in the cupboard, pick your poison— shit! Poison! No one eat anything without having a muscle mouse test it first!”

“Tegen-sama?!” Suma, Makio and Hina yelled in unison.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #anonymous

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fang-wife · 4 years ago

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voyeur | m. izuku

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like.

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This is embarassing.

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards.

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was.

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked.

“What’re you doing?”

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge.

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes.

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body.

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..”

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch.

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard.

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really.

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,”

“That’s ― !”

You flutter your lashes him.

“That’s?”

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering.

None of that comes out.

“That’s.. too much”

You grin at him.

“Do you not want too?”

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -”

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two.

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss.

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,”

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face.

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,”

“S-stop reading them!”

You giggle.

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~”

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much.

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking.

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you.

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?”

He shakes his head furiously.

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?”

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches.

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you.

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath.

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons.

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?”

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel.

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side.

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh, fuck”

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else.

“How’s it feel, Izuku?”

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk.

“F-feels so, so good”

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out.

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,”

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm.

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload.

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care.

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good”

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me”

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it.

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna”

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad.

“Look at me,”

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand.

“Oh, fuuck“

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care.

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go”

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again..

He might not be any better.

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#deku x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #deku x y/n #deku x you #gonna post first w/o tags then add them in #knk ;; [ unprotected ]#sub!bnha #sub!izuku #knk ;; [ corruption ]

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nearlyrae · 2 years ago

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haii!!!! can i ask for headcanons of near and his s/o being in a secret relationship and kissing each other whenever the SPK members turn their backs BUTTTT one day they walk in on nears s/o on top of near kissing him (i love ur blog so much!!! u don’t have to write this if it’s too much or u can change it up to suit u 🥺💫)

I think it's so funny you say that because I was actually in an RP with the SAME EXACT SCENARIO DISJOAOAAK

Mild NSFW warning!!

"Halle, oh my god," You shook your head smiling. "You really don't have to do this."

"Oh come on, tell me you saw this coming." The blonde held up a small pastry, with your favorite sweet on top and a candle representing your new age.

Your face flushed at the eyes on you, and you straightened the hem of your clothes. Unintentionally, your eyes met Near's tentative ones, their grey rim burning into you. You bit your lip, squeezing the couch under you.

"Everyone, let's sing," Halle roused up the rest of the SPK, and you chuckled in amusement, catching even Rester singing. (Albeit unimpressed).

"Happy birthday, dear Y/N..."

Near didn't sing. He only stacked one card on top of the other. Making the structure, repeatedly, making it taller, making it wider.

Eventually, the SPK each got a slice of cake to enjoy, talking amongst each other. It was a lively little party, though it was missing it's guest. And it's employer.

Along the back hallway away from the noise, Near had you pinned to the wall, pressing his lips against yours hungrily. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, until you both broke out of the kiss for air.

"Y/N... They do not know," he purred, his breath tickling your lips. "You do not have to worry."

You smiled. Then, looking from his eyes to his lips, you sighed into them, "Oh Near, you should know I'm nothing but trouble."

"Yes, I figured," he mumbled in your kiss, taking you closer by your waist instinctually.

You two held each other's breaths, stealing them and returning them promptly. After a bit you broke away. Your head felt foggy after such an enchanting kiss, and you didn't doubt Near felt the same. The way he looked at you with his eyes half lidded, and his out of place smile told you everything you needed to know.

"We should get back," you straightened your clothes, your lips swollen and recovering the abscence of him.

"Y/N, I want to kiss you as badly as you'll let me, however we should be a bit more considerate in where we do it."

You looked over your shoulder, hearing the same chatter from down the hallway.

"There's nobody here," you shrugged. Then, you smirked at him, eyebrow raised. "Why," you dared. "Don't want to give me a proper congratulations?"

"Oh," his smile grew wider, more mischievous. "I'd never expect you to settle for anything less—"

"Talk less," you interrupted, your lips smashing into his as you grasped his collar.

He groaned into your lips, but just as his hand hovered over your cheek, the distant clacking of shoes started from the hallway. You both froze.

Then, you quickly shoved Near into the narrow alley home to pipes and wires, squeezed in with him with both of your chests touching. You held your breath, and you swear Near could feel your heart beating into his chest.

"Near," the voice of commander Rester called out. "I thought I'd let you know we're about to cut the second cake."

Near's eyes immediately darted into yours demandingly.

"I like cake," you whispered accusingly.

"Understood, commander Rester. I'll be right out," Near's voice had a breathy undertone, one you found so delicious.

The tapping of shoes faded away, and you both slid out and relaxed, able to breathe freely.

"He doesn't know," Near straightened his collar, face blank. "However that was certainly a close call. I warned you about this."

"We didn't get caught though," you let out a sigh of relief. "C'mon, let's go join the others."

Near raised a brow, but shook his head.

"Alright."

After the party, most of your guests had gone home and all that remained were very tired SPK members working through their assignments in the main room. You were greatful it was individual work, it meant that you and Near could slip away unnoticed and unneeded.

"Y/N," your name slurred out of Near's mouth, his hot breath lingering on your lips as you settled yourself on his stomach.

"Relax, Nearie," you giggled, resting your hands on his chest. "Nobody's gonna know."

His hand brought your face to connect with his, using his other hand to massage your waist. Your small gasps of air between kisses came out as squeaks, only driving Near's resolve forward.

"Y/N, we should stop," he mumbled, though he kept his lips devouring yours with no signs of stopping.

"Mmhmm," you ran your fingers through his hair, and felt him shiver at your touch.

"Y/N," he said again, airy and more desperate than before.

Near's intuition was never wrong, and it was proven as you craned your neck and saw the SPK members in the doorframe, jaws agape.

You immediately scrambled off of your boss, gathering your heated thinking in deep quick breaths.

"Uh, this isn't what it looks like," you pathetically said.

"I knew it," Halle affirmed. "I knew this whole time!"

"Knew what?" You could practically feel Near's glare at you, as if he didn't tell you they would get caught five trillion times.

"Uh, we were just coming in to get some papers checked," Gevanni explained, averting his gaze.

"We apologize for the interruption, we'll be waiting in the main room," Rester concluded, bowing and shoving the rest of the members out the door, including a very thrilled Halle who gave you both thumbs up and devious smirks.

When they shut the door, you dug your face into your palms, groaning in embarrassment.

"I told you," Near shrugged.

"Are you going to fire me?" You whispered.

"Fire you?" Near lifted your chin to meet his eyes. "No, Y/N. Now that the secret's out, I will be able to take you as freely as I wish."

#death note #nate river #near headcanons #near x reader #death note headcanons #death note near

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Haikyu Boys neglecting you for another girl PT 1 (Kenma)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Kenma:

You go over to your boyfriend ,Kenma’s, house every weekened to play on your shade survival minecraft world

But one week you were too cramped to come over one week so you missed out on a gaming session

At school the following week you heard Kuroo and the guys teasing Kenma over a new found gaming friend

But you payed no attention

Now you’re done with your exams and ready to continue on w/ Kenma on fighting the enderdragon and building up your world

You get to Kenmas house an hour after finishing your school club, upon entering you hear him button smashing upstairs (per usual) but something not so usual was him giggling with laughter...

Kenma.Your stoic boyfriend Kenma. giggling..

Because of your confusion you slowly go up the stairs as his laughter ensues making you more perplexed ‘kenma barely talks to people that aren’t Kuroo and me, especially someone who makes him laugh this much’ you think to yourself.

“Ella, i’ve found the stronghold! Just follow me” Kenma exclaimed as you entered his bedroom “Yes Ella you have to press X to jump” he laughed again

‘Ella, who’s ella’ you think. You hear a response on the other end but you can make it out properly. Kenma and ‘Ella’ continue on speaking making plans on what they’re about to do next.. with Kenma not noticing you came into his room yet. You look at the TV and notice that Kenma is playing with someone else on YOUR world that you started which made you slightly agitated.

You purposefully drop your bag a tad too aggressively, but that seems to work as you catch Kenmas attention as he turns to you for a split second as he mumbles quitely “Oh hey babe” before swiftly getting engrossed again into the game.

Annoyed, you sit on next to him on the bed waiting.. JUST WAITING for some proper acknowledgement to which you received none. You just sat there mindlessly scrolling through your phone as he continuously talked with Ella AND coached her through killing the ender dragon (a plan that you and Kenma said to do together since the beginning of your minecraft survival world idea)

After almost an hour of just sitting there idly, you decide to get up pick up your bag and leave. Hoping just hoping that your ‘oh-so great and caring’ boyfriend would take off his headset and stop you from leaving. But this isn’t a movie of course... so no Kenma did not run straight after you pull you into his arms and comfort you. He stayed in his room laughing away with Ella putting you at the back of his mind.

You go straight home and cry still wishing for a follow-up text on the incident that happened at Kenmas but no response there.

Luckily for you, it was half term break meaning there was no school for a couple weeks so you didn’t have to face the awkward confrontation or lack thereof with Kenma at school. But it was unlucky for you since usually every half term and weekend you’d spend at Kenmas but obviously now you can’t.

You do wonder if he’s thought about texting or calling you to reconcile or even just thought about you at all. You desperately wanted to reach out to him, but with your relationship you do feel that you’re the one that always has to start the conversation after you’ve had a ‘falling out.’ So all you do is wait ( assuming that you’ve broke up or something for now.)

The two weeks of break has ended and now you’re back at school waiting to face the music. The whole day, you felt anxious waiting to bump into him in the corridor or see him at lunch but you never did.

Later that day you get a message..

Kuroo: Hey y/n! How have you been ??

Y/N: Fine.. i guess

Kuroo: How are things with Kenma

Y/N: Tbh I don’t really know, we haven’t spoken since the weekend...two weeks ago I don’t think we’re together anymore..

Kuroo: Y/N don’t say that you and Kenma are definitley how do you spell deathfinetly? still together just meet him today at the arcade at 8pm and ALL WILL BE REVEALED

Y/N: okay....

Kuroo: DW Y/N! It’ll all be fine

Nervous, you get changed (making sure to look extra cute because this may be the last time you’ll have the title of ‘Kenma’s Girlfriend’ :(( ) You arrive at the arcade and look around for a second before spotting Kenma at the race car game (where you had your first date) and it looks to you he is hiding something behind his back..

When you reached him he looked very shy (even more so then usual) and you were about to speak before he shouted

“Y/N!” he said cringing at the volume of his own voice “ I need to tell you something, more like show you..”

You stood before him with your arms crossed silently tapping your foot waiting on him to continue. Surprisingly, he brings in front of you a little girl who looked about 8 or 9 with a very very cute face.

“n-n-nice to meet you” she bowed in front of you a blush covering her face

“Y/N this is Ella” Kenma said “My new step-sister”

You were shocked to say the least Kenma having a new sister that was great but didn’t answer ALL your questions. Judging your facial expressions Kenma led you and him to sit down letting Ella go on play (as you obviously watch her close-by)

“Okay, I know you’re probably confused but Ella is ma’s new boyfriends daughter and that time you came over my house was my first time ‘meeting’ her so instead of doing it physically I thought the best thing to do was to play minecraft with her and as I was so focused on that I kinda sorta forgot about our usual dates and over half term I went over to hyogo were Ella and her dad live for the break to meet them officially I’m sorry very very very sorry Y/N for not contacting you i just assumed you were mad at me ... which you still probably are now so i understand if you want to break up and i-” Kenma stops hearing you slightly chuckle looking exasperated after all that rambling.

Thats the most you’ve ever heard Kenma speak in one go ever and you thought it was endearing that he has a new sister. Of course you were mad that your boyfriend that he neglected you for weeks but you were definitley over that and wanted to just continue on with your life with him.

Kenma stared at you expecting some form of response and all you did was stand up, go to him and pat his head.

“You’re so cute kenma” you said “Of course I was mad, but i get it now”

“So are we still boyfr-”

“Miss Y/N” asked Ella looking up at you awww how cute “Are you and nii-chan boyfrined and girlfriend”

Kenma and Ella both stared at you expectedly waiting on your response (Kenma more than Ella)

“Of course he’s my boyfriend sweetie!” You said ruffling her head and you hear Kenma sigh in relief “Let’s go play some games now come one Kenma”

You hold Kenma’s hand as Ella runs ahead of you

“Also Kenma..” you let go of his hand “You let her play on our world..seriously”

Kenma awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and chuckles

“I’ll make it up to Y/N dont worry “ he said

And he did do that indeed, as it seems over the break he built a mansion for you and him and reset the end so you complete the ender dragon with him. But you did also include Ella in on your world now and you and her got closer to the point where she will call you nee-chan.

Authors Note: how do you feel about the ending ?

I hope this is well, I’m not that used with Kenmas character so i hope i wrote it good and you like it! Please give me comments and feedback and my request are open so send in your request please!! Also this was meant to be a part two to my ‘taking a prank too far’ but i kinda wrote this in a different direction

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu-fluff #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #haikyuu angst #kenma kozume #haikyu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu fluff #signedwithane😌

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Summary: Y/N's feeling icky about her body, but Harry loves her to bits and pieces, through thick and thin, in health and sick — and he always waits for her to come back to him.

TW: Body dysmorphia.

Y/N's healthy.

All she sucks in is having a sane sleeping schedule due to her UNI otherwise she eats natural goodies, cook and bake home because it comforts her more that way and she works out every evening to stay fit.

Sometimes though, she’s lazy and lacks behind which’s proper humane but deep down it effects her and her mental health more than she admits and she isn’t able to start over again – it mostly happens after her periods.

Harry loves her the way she’s.

Even if she’s clumsy, bumbling, procrastinating, overly enthusiastic to mend her life at 3 am, snotty and sloth-y in her periods, confident and positive around people, kind and loving whenever she comes to meet him, whiny and cuddly when she’s sick, jealous and grumpy with his attention not on her —- he loves her in every way possible, to rivers and to sea his love could never stutter for her ever.

He loves how she’s not overly toned, having soft squishy spots which Harry undeniably wants to admire and kiss shamelessly amount of times -- like -- her plummy pretty thighs that Harry likes to nestle his head in-between making her wriggle and squirm under his grasp, her overly cute tummy that Harry dies to pepper sweet adoring kisses and petal his lips round her belly button, everytime they’re cuddled up his bicep’s always looped her around her tummy to feel it rising up and down in calm rhythm, and oh! her tender titties, they’re actually his favourite babies and he loves to fondle them in his big calloused palms brushing his thumb over the sensitive perky nub and basks in the glittery whimpery mewls of hers.

He loves that she’s curvy and gives zero fucks if she’s skinny or not.

He thinks his baby’s perfect.

So perfect he actually feels the bubbling of devotion and affection filling to the brim of his heart’s chambers and leaking out and upon his ribs tickling him.

Y/N's his person and he worships her with his whole heart.

From some days though, she’s feeling devastatingly insecure about all her things Harry’s in love with and she has no-control over it how much she tries.

Harry’s observing that all with optimism (one of his great quality's that like a lion sly about his prey, he keeps an eye on everything but pretends otherwise). He has his intense gaze fixed on her when she’s taking a look of herself in the mirror for rather too long, running her hands down her body and practically shuddering.

He glances from over his laptop and drops everything he's doing watching her go monkies, sweating buckets and over exercising than her usual time.

He brings her closer and infront of him, pressing her to his chest and coiling his forearm around her shoulders whining a, “Baby..!” when they were brushing their teeth and despite of standing beside him and teasing him occasionally like she usually does she stuffs her face into the crest of his back and hides herself there to have minimal contact with her reflection in the mirror.

Her body dysmorphia spiking dangerously high.

“Deprived me of your cuddles. woke me up so early, granny.” She huffs lying through her teeth and how much his embrace was strong enough to keep her in place she still managed to wiggle out taking her previous cosy position, but he could feel her muscles tensing and an awkward silence falling over them.

He didn’t pry much. He wants to give her as much space as she requires to come back to him hale and hearty, as she always does and whatever happens he never forgets to remind her how much he loves her every night.

They were watching rom-coms on Netflix back to back with her curled up into his side with a spongy white wool knitted blanket thrown over them and his cheek was smashed atop her head popping in peanuts every now and then when out of certain she spoke pointing at the actress, “You know she got her ribs removed to get that shrinky waist.” Harry frowned at that. His face itching into disbelief and concern under the bouncing glow of telly.

He affixes his gaze down at her trying to read what’s cooking up in that genius brain of her's which isn’t being very rational and genius right now, they immediately turns soft and caring when she blinks up at him purely.

She squeaks, nose crashing against his collarbones when he scooches her up in his lap grabbing onto her knees to make her straddle his torso and he grumbles cutely when she tries not put all of her weight on him and doesn’t melts into him as his sweet lovie would used to do receiving a smack on her bum on his end.

He’s afraid that an evil version of her chomped onto his dear baby alive.

“Nothing else matters if all ye’ organs are packed safely and healthily inside you,” He tells her brushing loose frays of her hair behind her earlobe and rubs his thumb in gentle strokes over her treacly pulsing point, “Was just telling you ...” She mumbles, dotting touches on his knuckles and playing with his bare cold fingers.

It’s true, she was rambling out facts about the movie and cast out of habit because no-way she’d ever go through any surgeries to change herself to become someone she isn’t.

“Swear!” She yawps out in convincing high pitch when Harry squints down at her with his lips scrunched, one eye twitching in doing so.

“Alrighty. I believe you.” He cradles her cheeks in his palms and brings her mighty close to him to peck her cupid bow, then her bottom lip and the corners of her smiling mouth to suckle generous amount of whines from her and then kisses her lovingly – hands streaming down her spine and then resting atop her dip.

He thought she was ready to come back to him, to share her problem with him and Harry really wanted to bug in, to not let her fight her battle alone and take half of her hardships from her fretting self but guess not.

They were about to have sex when panic seeped in Y/N's eyes and her cheeks blazed up in that of embarrassment as she rushed to switch off the lamps that were the only source of light in their room.

“Moppet.” Harry sighed, knowing exactly what’s happening and she isn’t as foxy in covering it up as she’s thinking herself to be.

“Why wouldn’t y'want me t'see gorgeous self of yours?” His tone punctured and hurt, feeling useless for not knowing how to cheer her up and break her worries down. He smoothens his hands behind her to lock his arm around her waist, fingertips making grape sized indents into the flesh of her hip-bone as she streaks the tip of her nose up and down the crook of his neck, murmuring meekly against his salty skin while he hugs her warmly.

“’M just feelin’ shy.” He giggles at her response puckering his lips against her hairline to pet tiny, tiny kisses there as she fists her hands against his taught chest.

“Not somethin’ I haven’t seen before, love bug.” He blows raspberries against the underside of her jaw and their mouths meet into a messy, giggling, teeth clanking kiss when she sinks into pillows allowing him to cocoon her in his heat.

“I love you, Y/N. No matter what.”

The last dam breaker for them was this little get together at Sarah and Mitch's baby shower.

She matched her outfit with Harry. Cute lavender coloured little sweater blouse that was familiar to the baggy baby yarn cardigan Harry was wearing, it accentuated her curves and her bosom so prettily -- her midriff peeking from where the buttons weren’t closed and their jeans were painted (they did it themselves one Sunday when it was extra boring and inactive).

Y/N felt uncomfortable in her own clothes. A bitterness spreading inside her for herself and all she wanted was to escape away from her own skin.

She knows she’s loved and welcomed and cherished by her friends and family and the love of her life, most importantly. Then why was she feeling so icky about herself? Why everything's draining her and exhausting her?

Harry obviously could see through the gloomy tenebrous energy overshadowing her as he stood in the corner of the room grabbing the sorbet he poured in two glasses for them.

A sour guzzle of tears choking his throat and his limbs weakening letting the painful heartbreak seep into him when he watches her being fidgety and fiddling with the loops of her jeans, tugging her blouse every passing second and he’s sniffling a hiccup deep in his lungs when she shrinks into herself in dejection staring out of the window without any purpose.

Harry feels awful to startle her when he plops down beside her, coodling her closer to himself and tucks her head beneath his chin subtly and cups his palm under her jaw to make her look in eyes his eyes.

“Hi beautiful,” His tone had a saddening waver in it and his irises mossed bleak when Y/N remains unresponsive, zoning in and out of her own head feeling herself prisoned into her own invasive thoughts.

“You w'na go home darling?” He gives her a wet smile clearing his throat and blinking the stubborn moisture in his eyes away when Y/N nodded without any vivid expression.

All the way back home he denounced himself of not making her feel loved enough, to not to pest her soon about what she’s feeling and letting her slide deeper into the dark hole.

He thinks he’s a piece of shit.

Y/N wanted to dig the earth with her own nails and hide into it and never show her face again, she was overly ashamed of herself.

His hand was holding onto hers tightly, never letting it go as he led them through the hallway and his head perked up in confusion when she stopped them abruptly and lunged to wrap herself around him like he’s the last silver of her hope and the reason to live.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” There comes the first sob after ages of suffering and bottling it all in, not shocked at all he was expecting it to happen. Gently he picks her up and wraps her legs around him, keeping his support firm under her bum as she cried into his soft white t-shirt.

Carefully he sits them on the edge of the bed and tries to pry her soaky flushed face in his cradle but she refuses to show him, clutching onto his cardigan and whimpering brokenly.

“I just feel so disgusting,” Her sob scratches out of her throat and for a second he thought he heard her wrong, that her feeble crying’s playing some kind of a sick game with his heart.

“Harry do something I don’t want to feel disgusting.” But, when she pleaded helplessly a cold shiver settled in his bone marrow spreading an agonising burn in his stomach.

Gently he stirs her away from his chest to look at her, meeting their foreheads together while his thumb wiped her tears away and smoothed over her wabbly lips in profound tenderness.

“My beloved,” He whispers fondling his nose against hers and her eyes flutters into realm of calms, shaky breath falling over his lips as he brings her trembling fingertips towards them and pecks them feverishly.

“The love of me life, me heart.” He continues, “Shhh. Shh baby ‘s okay to cry but don’t tire y'self.” He hushes her when she whimpers loudly at his coy affirmation.

“I’m here with you, waiting f'you, watching y’goin’ through a stony path so I could be there to hold you whenever you trip –-,” He pets her hair, cupping the back of her neck to plant his lips bitten red from worry to her puffy damp eyelids and Y/N becomes a gooey lax of candle that’s been burning for tiring amount and finally her lover came to blew the agonising flame away putting her to peace as he coos snuggling her in his cordial embrace, “You’ve been so strong to yourself and ‘m so proud of me baby.”

“I’m always here. Never away from you, always right by y'side.” His palms bending around her ribs to smush her as intimately close as possible.

“How d'ya want your huggies babylove?” He simpers down at her darlingly, huffing out in relief seeing her relaxing -- her shoulders sinking from him massaging the knots in them.

“Tight.” She mumbles timidly. The gleam in her glossy eyes returning when Harry hugs her as she wished, squishing her in right places and not suffocating her at all – their breaths in sync chests flushed against eachother.

“I love you cuddly, and care f’you.” He kisses her on lips then goes to hug her right back.

“I love you too, Har. Thank you.” She sniffs in his woodsy scent grazing her touch up and down his back, smooching a soft kiss at his cheek.

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zombiepirates · 3 years ago

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starting the blog off strong with my funny little hcs/redesigns for the main 4