#so consider this fic my warmup. i suppose
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another update: i am at 6.8k words!! i’m not sure how long it’ll end up being. probably not a super super slow burn (i can do that in another story though! i just need to think of a longer plot), but at nearly 7k we aren’t close to confession yet.
i keep individual chapters fairly short, 1.5-2k words usually, this is just easier to read than huge chapters in my opinion. the first 4.5 are written, i still have to grammar proof them and reword some stuff before i upload, but i’m hoping i can get out at least the first and second chapter before the weekend ends!
update on the suegiku slowburn!!! it’s at 4k words rn, definitely a lot more to go. as it’s currently planned it’s going to start off with action elements into some angst with mutual pining sprinkled throughout. lots of stupid arguments because they’re both silly.
do we want a couple fluffy chapters post-confession or should i end it at confession? haven’t planned post confession yet. i need to decide before i release the first chapter </3 lmk what you think !!
#i’m a somewhat slow writer so it’s taking a bit. sorry everybody#ive onlt recently gotten back into writing fiction again so some of it probably sounds like shit so i wanna keep going over until it’s good#it’ll be alright though. i’m having a good time#i am worried it’ll only turn out to be 20-30k words so sorry if you were expecting longer#i somewhat? have an idea for a Long long burn but i wanna finish this first#so consider this fic my warmup. i suppose#axls rambling
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"I Should Be Good At This" - for avalost
so this month there's a fandom event - @bg3-apprecimaytion - where creators are encouraged tos how their love for some of their favorite fellow fandom creators! i've got a couple of pieces planned for this month but i wanted to start with this one for @avalost and her durgestarion fic, Judgment.
i've really enjoyed this fic so far. it's post-canon, it's got villain Petras, my boy He Who Was makes an appearance - it's great. so i decided to write a little drabble with her OC, Nyssa, and Astarion. i know there's a prompt list, but I had an idea in mind already so i went rogue.
here's the ao3 link for those who prefer to read there.
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I Should Be Good At This
(for avalost)
She had it this time. Every time before had been practice, a warmup. They didn’t count. This was the first real attempt.
Nyssa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she pulled the bowstring back, aimed, and let the arrow fly. It sailed through the air…and right past the apple she had been aiming for.
“Hells.”
“You’re really determined to use that thing, aren’t you?” Astarion looked up from the book he was reading. He sat next to the fire, flipping the pages of a tome Halsin had leant him during their stop in the Healing Lands. “It’s admirable, darling. It’s always good to learn a new skill, but I’m not certain right now - on the road, on our way to the underdark - is the best time to be learning.”
“I shouldn’t need to learn!” Nyssa insisted. “I’m an elf! I am meant to be good at this!”
“You’re also a Bhaalspawn meant to be good at murder. But based the last ten shots you’ve fired - and that perfectly untouched apple - I don’t know that you could kill anything with a bow.”
“You aren’t helping.”
Astarion looked at Nyssa for a long moment before closing his book and setting it aside. “All right. I can help.” He stood up and walked over to the tree stump where the apple had been placed as a target. He picked up the apple, examining it for a moment, and then nodded.
“Astarion, what are you doing?”
“Helping.” He placed the apple on his head. “Perhaps all you need is a little pressure.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Go on. Shoot the apple off my head.”
Nyssa’s jaw dropped and she shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come now, love, Worst case scenario, you take my eye out. But considering how close to the target you’d need to get, that seems unlikely.”
“Are you enjoying being an ass?”
“I am!” He smirked, all crooked and smug.
Nyssa couldn’t help but relax a little. He’d been unusually quiet and tense since they had left Baldur’s Gate. He hadn’t even acknowledged why they were on their way to the Underdark. And it felt like every conversation theyd had had turned very serious. Seeing him having fun - even if it was a little at her expense - was nice.
“Fine.” She strung another arrow and lifted her bow. “But it’s your funeral… Second funeral, I suppose.”
“Now, darling, don’t be defeatist. Assuming you’ll kill me is already assuming you’ll miss the apple.”
“Hush. I’m concentrating.”
Astarion closed his mouth, but he was still looking terribly smug. Despite this, Nyssa didn’t want to put out one of her lover’s eyes, so she tried to aim as carefully as she could. Another deep breath. Another pull of the string…
The arrow flew.
And then Astarion screamed.
He fell to his knees, clutching at his side, as the apple toppled from his head. The arrow had gone lower than she’d meant. Lower than his face, too. Nyssa couldn’t see exactly where it had hit him, but she heard the arrow’s thud as it embedded itself into a tree several feet behind him.
“Astarion!” Nyssa dropped the bow and ran over to him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Astarion laid on his side, both hands pressed below his ribs as he groaned and writhed in pain. “I take it back,” he said through gritted teeth. “You are good at murder with that bloody thing. Gods below.”
“Let me see it,” Nyssa said, kneeling beside him. She gently coaxed him into moving his hands, surprised to find blood had not yet soaked his shirt. She pushed the hem up, preparing to be faced with a terrible wound she’d need to stitch up.
But it was barely a wound at all. A thin, red scratch ran along his pale flesh. The tiniest trickle of blood slipped from the cut, which was really more like a scratch.
“Hells, Astarion, you had me scared! It barely grazed you!”
“It hurts though!” he whined, and Nyssa almost laughed because she’s pretty sure he’s only exaggerating a little.
“Perhaps a year in the city has made us softer than I realized.” Nyssa stood up and went to grab the dozen or so arrows that were now scattered among the trees. “I think that’s enough target practice for the night.”
When she returned to the campfire, Astarion was no longer whining on the ground. He walked over to Nyssa, taking the arrows and putting them back into her dropped quiver, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “I’m fine,” he assured her.
“I know,” Nyssa said. “I am sorry, though.”
“Don’t be. I’m the one who talked you into it. I deserved it.” He kissed her forehead. “I know you’re hesitant to use magic, and I understand why. But you’re not going to be a brilliant archer overnight, my dear.”
Nyssa huffed with frustration, but she knew he was right. Even if she refused to admit it.
Astarion tugged on a strand of red-black hair that had come loose from her bun. “I’ll help you, if you ask nicely.”
“I’ll consider it.”
Astarion grinned at that. He leaned in and whispered, “I do know one thing that you’re very good at, darling. If you’d like a little confidence boost.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He kissed her neck, his fangs grazing her skin, before his mouth moved up to her jaw and around to her mouth. The kiss was deep and slow, and Astarion didn’t break it even as he began walking backward, tugging Nyssa along with him as he led them back toward their tent.
Tomorrow would mean another long night of travel. Another night of target practice as Nyssa tried to find a way to fight without risking the harm of her unstable magic. They were getting closer and closer to the Underdark and Petras.
But tonight, at least, Nyssa would find comfort and joy in her lover’s arms. Her smug, dramatic, infuriating, beautiful lover’s arms.
And maybe that was its own magic.
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Mitch Marner - Undelivered
(gif not mine) I loved writing this for some reason. I hope you enjoy it! <3 WC: 3000 (probably the most I've done idk)
Did you enjoy this fic? Consider joining my TAGLIST -- You didn't want to end your relationship with Mitch. The two of you knew you were not meant to be together. Your lives were completely different, he lived the hockey lifestyle and you planned to travel the world. Those two careers are not compatible with each other.
Thus, you made the decision you least wanted to make. It was sad that you broke up, but it seemed that you two were on the same page. As a result, you committed to keeping in touch whenever possible.
You continued to show up to a few of his hockey games to show your support. You normally buy it by the glass so he can see you. Of course, that wasn't always the case. That's because it set you back a lot of money.
However whenever you did purchase a ticket to sit directly in front of the glass. Habitually, you could count on him to give you a kind nod or wave as he passed by.
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It was a Saturday, which meant it was game night for the Maple Leafs. You already had a ticket because this was going to be your last game. Before going on and traveling the world. You made the decision to get a glass ticket so that you could watch him play and then say your goodbyes.
As 6:00 hit. You were able to enter the gates and pass through the security system. You made the decision to get some popcorn before returning to your seat to wait for the warmup to begin.
Eventually, after a long wait. One by one, they stepped onto the ice. Marner was the last one to step on the ice. The thought that he had previously been yours caused your heart to race.
As a lot of time went by, you noticed that he didn't even look at you or smile like he used to. He didn't even stop and lean his back against the glass like he usually did – when you had a glass ticket.
When the warmup was over, you were left in a state of confusion. Was he trying to avoid you? If so, why? You obviously didn't do anything. You went to most of his games, and he didn't seem to mind at all. He always tried looking for you, even when there were a lot of people in the stands. It wasn't as if he couldn't see you because he definitely did - he skated right by you a few times.
The game ended 5-2 with Mitch getting 3 points and the #1 star. Once again during that whole game, he didn’t even look at you. As you packed up the stuff that you took to that game and threw your uneaten food in the garbage. You decided to leave and hang outside the arena to shoot him a message.
As soon as you sent that text, the delivery indicator did not appear. You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. It was as straightforward as that; he blocked you. You called him in an effort to perhaps debunk it, but the call went directly to voice mail.
He blocked you and that’s why he didn’t look at you at all at the game. You knew it was for the best. Your paths were never supposed to cross anyways. He was a hockey player and you were going on to explore the world. It was never meant to be, but it still sent a sting to your heart.
#mitch marner#mitchy#marner#toronto maple leafs#nhl hockey#hockey#angst#nhl imagine#pure angst#heart break#mitch marner imagine#mitch marner x reader
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All you need is love... actually
Fanfiction Frozen modern AU, Disney crossover (my first go)
Pairing: Kristoff/Anna (main), Sven/Honeymaren, Mathias/Halima, Ryder/Merida
Rated M (for some nudity)
I owe nothing but my headcanon - which is loosely based on the Christmas movie "Love actually"...
Hope you have fun!
Find the fic on AO3
Chapter 6 / 28
Watch out
A few days later…
With winter coming to an end and spring on its way the early year´s rains were to be expected soon. And the gutters needed cleansing in due time.
Sven stood on his ladder and reached for the leaves and dirt that had summoned in the rain pipes along the sub roof of the sport´s hall. He dropped it all onto a pile on the ground, which he planned to collect later.
Sport must have started a few minutes ago because a loud bunch of kids stormed the hall and ran around like a let loose herd of monkeys. It was fun to notice until a firm, but still gentle voice called that wild mop to listen.
According to the noise and compelling laughter, it must be the fourth-grade class that had succeeded the gym room. But upon the teacher calling for silence, everything went quiet, and the kids gathered around her.
Honeymaren had a wonderful way to get the youngsters to listen very carefully to her instructions.
They started class with some warmup game that meant they ran and played catch me if you can. And the shrilled laughter resounded, and Sven grinned on his ladder. He remembered so well his own sport classes when he was little. But it had never been that fun. Of course, the school system had changed in general about how to instruct the kids these days in general.
But then, Honeymaren took care of discipline because it meant preparing the children for the future, where concentration and attention were essential to bestow profession or studies. Still, some fun was just as important to have the kids going with eagerness about winning competition without feeling the great disappointment in case some stuff didn’t work out right away.
Sven glimpsed through the rungs of his ladder occasionally and enjoyed the scenery he felt privileged to witness.
But then, the group had rearranged in the middle of the sport hall and their cool teacher had let down the rings. So, that´s what they were going to do, that was always fun for the kids. Swinging on the rings and then let themselves plop onto the soft and massive mat that laid prepared catching them.
“Hey Sven!” a young voice called up from the ground and Sven, startled, almost slipped off the rung he was standing on and quickly held on to the ladder.
“Olaf! What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be in class with Miss Nattura?”
The boy of about ten years laid his head back into his neck and grinned up to the facility manager who Olaf considered his best friend. He was a bit of a mystery, though living with his parents further down the street, he seemingly preferred staying on the school campus for as long as possible on a regular basis. Rather than going home, Olaf loved to hang around and if ever possible help Sven with any task the man might have for him to lend a hand. He appeared so eager to be part of the school team, rather than being called a pupil.
But for now, Olaf had stolen himself out of sport class. He didn´t like that activity. Sven knew that and under other circumstances, well if anybody else was the sport´s teacher, he had let Olaf slip through with his mischievousness. But today, Sven felt torn between being the accomplice and the loyal teammate…
Olaf could not know about Sven´s inner turmoil and waved off a dismissive hand, laughingly.
“Oh, but I told Miss Nattura that I desperately needed to go for little snowmen and that it might take a while since I had eaten to much fruitcake for breakfast.”
Sven grinned and could not restrain a chuckle because one could never be cross with Olaf. The boy with the thin dark hair, pale features but the kindest almost black eyes the man had ever seen.
“Alright then, Olaf. You know I normally wouldn´t say anything. But please consider that Miss Nattura is still new here, and if anyone sees you hanging around other than in your class, she might get into trouble due to lack of handling her pupils. I don´t think you´d want that, no?”
Sven regarded Olaf with a kind wink, pointing a finger to the sport´s hall where the kids had started one by one dangling from the rings, fighting to get some nice swinging moves going. Olaf peered for a second through the window, pulled up his thin shoulders and then sighed with a regretful face.
“I fear you are right. Sorry, Sven, I have not thought of that.”
“You couldn´t, Olaf. You think about how you can get around the unpleasant lesson. I can understand that; you know.”
“Thank you. It´s just that… well, I guess that I will understand such things better when I am older, right?”
“Of course, you do, Olaf. Off you go now, will you?”
“Yes Sir!” the boy turned to head for the door only to turn quickly, “Sven, when you do the scenery for the school play, can I help you out?”
“Sure, Olaf. I will let you know.”
“Thanks Sven! You´re the best!” and he skipped of and back into the sport´s hall.
The kids were still standing in line to get at the rings one by one and Sven could see Olaf joining the group, making a very important face. He appeared so proud to have followed the man´s advice as not to get the kind new teacher into trouble. And the realisation warmed Sven´s heart. He liked Olaf, and sometimes he wished, if ever he had a son, he´d be like that boy.
He sighed and continued with his task of emptying the sewers when he heard a whistle shrill. He curiously glanced between the rungs again. And just at that moment, Honeymaren turned towards the window and upon spotting him there, she smiled and waved a hand in greeting. The kids followed her gesture, and all started waving at him.
Okay, that was awkward, but cute, too, since he was usually the one cheering to the kids. So, he waved back with a laugh.
Honeymaren clapped into her hands and got the kids get back into line and apparently was about to show another exercise. She grabbed the rings which hang far too low for her of course, but she then pulled up her knees to her belly and stretched them to the back as far as she managed. From there she started swooshing her legs like a scissors back and forth about two till three times and then jumped down to land on her feet.
She was so elegant, seemingly moving her long graceful legs like an elf, and Sven had gaped fascinatedly and in awe of such grace.
Only that he had not noticed leaning into the latter too far and before he was aware of it, the complete structure began to drift sideways. When he realised, he clung to the ladder, but it was too late and it plummeted, together with the man on it.
The drop seemed to pass in slow motion and the last thing he could remember was a screaming crowd of youngsters and commotion inside the building.
There was a pang, a burning pain in his left shoulder, and his head hitting hard on ground, accompanied with a sickening taste in his mouth and some dull feeling overcoming him.
Then, all went dark.
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Ouch…. Aaaaahhhh, uuhhhhhhhhh…
Where was he, what had happened? And why were so many heads bent over him and staring down with big googly eyes?
Oh shit… the ladder had fallen…
Sven tried to get up but squirmed in pain when his head throbbed badly and the burning pain in his shoulder nailed the memory directly into his brain.
But he could not even move due to two hands gently pushing him down onto the ground, one hand on his right shoulder and the other carefully placed on his chest, and then wandering up to his face.
“You better stay as you are. We don´t know if there is anything wrong with your back.” That voice was so warm, so friendly, so soothing.
Was he in heaven? That must be the nicest place on earth…
He didn´t care, because he liked the immediate treatment he got until another familiar though less warm voice called at him.
“Hey Sven! That looked amazing! Like in a Tom and Jerry movie. Only that you were Tom, I suppose.”
Olaf chatted cheeringly about the stunning performance they had just witnessed, and he got asked to keep his voice a bit lower and leave the patient alone. Honeymaren asked the children in general to step back a bit.
“That looked rather scary than amazing. How did this happen?”
“I can´t remember actually…” Sven lied; he fully recalled the fascinating scene he had observed before the fall. At least his memory worked and that he was very grateful for. But he flinched slightly under Honeymaren´s touches, when she had started to check on further injuries on the man.
“What are you doing?” Sven asked when she moved her hands in a slight tapping and caressing way along his arms, his torso, his hips – she checked on his hips! – and legs.
“I was in the rescue team up on Northuldra Territories and have collected many people from street. You can´t shock me as that, but I admit you startled me pretty much with your straight downfall spectacle. Olaf is right though, it looked amazing.” She smiled at him, obviously relieved that she could not detect any apparent damage.
“Glad I could make your day unforgettable.” He joked and the grin on his face made his head almost explode in pain.
“Alright, I suggest you should see a doctor.”
“Oh, no. That´s not necessary. A bit of rest and I am as fit as new.”
“No backtalk on that one. I will make sure you´ll see a medical ward to check on you. You might have suffered a concussion by hitting ground that hard.”
Sven groaned and then tried to sit up. He could not lie around here like a dying deer in the woods.
“Alright, but only if you promise me that I can get up and go ahead with some work.”
“Certainly no! I will bind you to the mat inside the hall and make sure you won´t move until I am done with class!”
“What do you want to do. Let the kids jump on me so I stay pinned to that mat?”
Honeymaren chuckled and then folded her hands in her lap.
“Alright, I see you have not lost your sense of humour, and that is life essential.”
“My words!” he grinned lopsidedly at the woman.
But the prospect of getting pampered a bit by Miss Nattura brought a sweet taste to his liking and Sven promised to be good. Honeymaren helped him up which was embarrassing for one but somehow soothingly nice to another point.
Standing was alright, but walking seemed like tumbling on a storm shaken ship. But with some deep breath, carefully circling his apparent not broken shoulder the man´s head cleared a little and he took some determined steps towards the workshop which was situated on the back of the gym hall. If only there was not that irritating nausea troubling him.
The ladder got pushed to the side of the wall by some of the boys and Honeymaren had the children all go back inside. The sport´s class was almost over, and she allowed the kids to play a ball game before closing the lesson and releasing them to their next class.
She was done for today since the fifth-grade class was at the museum today and not on the school campus today, and her class with them was cancelled. She stoved back the mat, returned the rings back into their locking position and made sure all was well back in place.
After changing into her daily clothes, Honeymaren locked the hall and strolled out wondering if she should call on Elsa Delle to report the accident. But that was Sven´s responsibility and she did not want to interfere with his business.
She stopped, thought for a moment, and then turned into the direction of the workshop.
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Note: Next, we will meet feisty Miss Dunbrook…
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Beth/Benny Fic: Being Alive - The Parent Years
The one where Beth and Benny’s five-year-old daughter challenges Vasily Borgov to a Candyland game.
AKA, the one I had way too much fun writing. Set in the “Being Alive” universe.
Beth sits at a familiar board, resting her chin on her folded hands as she studies the squares laid out before her. She can see the path to victory clearly, but there is too much uncertainty on the board for her to know exactly how it will turn out. As it stands, Beth’s opponent is ahead and it is her opponent’s turn, which gives her another chance to achieve an even farther lead. Her opponent reaches forward and draws a card. It’s red. Beth frowns, watching her daughter push the gingerbread man four spaces up.
“Your turn,” her daughter says crisply, taking a sip of her apple juice. Chess tournaments didn’t allow beverages other than water, but for a Candyland tournament, Alma considers the apple juice indispensable.
Beth reaches forward and takes a card. It’s a measly yellow, which only takes her one square forward.
Benny walks into the kitchen and takes a look at the board. “I see this game is going about as well as usual.”
“How do I keep losing?” Beth says unhappily.
Alma draws another card that takes her directly to Gumdrop Mountain. At this rate, she’ll reach Candy Castle in another three moves. Maybe two. Alma grins up at her mother.
“No gloating,” Beth says lightly. Looking over at Benny, she remarks, “She gets that from you.”
“I don’t gloat. I simply enjoy my wins.”
“Oh, is that what you’re calling it now?”
Beth draws another card, swearing under her breath when she finds herself pulled into a Molasses Swamp. She really hated this game.
Benny crouches next to his daughter and says, “Your mother is very bad at this game.”
“Daddy, you’re distracting me,” Alma says with exasperation.
“I’m sorry, kid.” Benny says. He straightens up, and when he passes Beth he says, “That she definitely got from you.”
Three turns later, Alma arrives at Candy Castle and stretches her hand across the board, just as her parents taught her.
“Good game, Mommy.”
Beth smiles, once again struck by the fact that she had made someone so absolutely perfect. She shakes her daughter’s hand and then calls out, “Carol, you’re up.”
Mrs. Watts comes into the kitchen and says, “Another win? Good for you, Alma dear.”
Beth plants her hands on the table and stands. “I think she’s going to sweep the tournament again.”
Mrs. Watts takes her seat. “Well, we’ll see about that.”
Beth ruffles Alma’s hair before she goes to find Benny, leaving Mrs. Watts to play the reigning Candyland champion. Benny is seated on the couch reading a magazine. He looks up at her when he hears her approach, and says, “Another crushing defeat?”
“I swear she stacks the deck.”
“Honestly, if she did, I’d be a little proud.”
Beth laughs, sitting next to him. She rests her head on his shoulder and he says, “How are you feeling about Paris next week?”
“I’m as ready as I can be,” Beth says.
“Borgov is still supposed to be there, right?”
Beth nods. Despite both of them being relatively active after Moscow, it is the first time they are facing off since her win all those years ago. She feels nervous, but in a less unsteadying manner than before. The thought of him didn’t frighten her anymore.
“Do you think Alma will like Paris?” she asks.
“It’s the country of bread and cheese. I don’t think she’ll want to leave.”
“And your mom?”
“She doesn’t mind staying here. She says she doesn’t like the French because they wear too much black.”
“Well, naturally.”
“Besides, I think a little trip just the three of us would be nice. We haven’t done that for a few years.”
They had purposely built in a few extra days in Paris to do some exploring. Beth is particularly excited to take Alma to see the Eiffel Tower. Cleo brought her back a small figurine of it after her last trip there, and Alma kept it next to her bed, saying goodnight to it each evening before she went to sleep.
Benny goes back to reading his magazine, holding it so that she can read along, too. After about twenty minutes, Alma runs into the room and exclaims, “I won again!”
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Six days later, the family is in Paris, Alma asleep in her father’s arms as they check into the hotel. Both Beth and Benny played enough over the years to be recognized, and a few people even ask for autographs. They make their way up to the room and Benny puts Alma down on the bed, covering her with his coat.
Beth glances over at their daughter and says, “You should wake her. Otherwise, she’ll be up at two in the morning.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get up with her. I’m not playing, anyway.”
Beth nods. While they kept true to their prior intention of not having children get in the way of tournaments, at a certain point, they did recognize the virtue of having one parent available while the other competed. And so, after a few years, they tried to only have one of them playing at a tournament, if possible. Benny played Paris the year prior, so this year, he happily took on the parenting duties.
They order room service and after a quiet dinner, Beth tries to get some sleep, feeling her usual pre-tournament jitters. It takes her a while to fall asleep, but when she does she sleeps soundly, and she wakes up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. Alma is already up and she notices Benny put her in a dress that mimics the one she had chosen for the day. She laid her dress out the night before and she wonders if Benny had purposely matched them, grinning at the thought.
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When they go down to where the tournament is being held, the first person that Beth sees is Borgov. He is standing across the room with his wife, his demeanor its usual reserved and collected. He feels her gaze and looks over, offering her a small wave that she returns. Benny walks over and lays a hand on her arm.
“Are you ready?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“I saw you have Ballister up first,” Benny says. “He’ll be a good warmup.”
Beth smiles slightly. “I heard he got better after Mexico City.”
“I saw him running pawn formations. You don’t have to worry.”
“Good to know.”
Benny looks over her shoulder. “Borgov’s here.”
“Yeah, I saw him.”
Benny senses her hesitation and says, “Don’t worry. You’re going to beat him. You’ll beat all of them.”
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The day flies by with one game after another. Some are challenging, others less so, but by the end, Beth is relieved to head toward her family and get some rest before starting up again the next day. Benny is over by the restaurant, Alma with a piece of baguette in her hand.
“Where did she even get that?” Beth asks.
Alma doesn’t answer, her mouth currently full of bread.
“She just outright asked one of the waiters. They were so flustered, they just gave it to her.”
Someone clears their throat behind Beth and she looks over her shoulder, surprised to see Borgov and his wife. She immediately greets them, shaking his wife’s hand who he introduces as Katarina.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” Beth says.
“And you. I have heard so much about you.”
Alma steps to her mother’s side, baguette still clutched in her hand, and says, “Hello. I’m Alma.”
Borgov smiles warmly down at her. “Hello Alma. Tell me, how old are you?” “I’m five,” Alma says.
“You are?” Katarina says pleasantly, crouching down to be at the young girl’s height. “You look so grown up for five.”
Alma nods and says, “But I am five. And a Candyland champion.”
Borgov chuckles. “Is that so?”
“We hold tournaments in our kitchen,” Beth explains with a grin.
“It’s all very official,” Benny adds.
Alma looks up at Borgov and asks, “Would you like to play?”
“Oh, you don’t have to,” Beth says immediately, garnering an accusatory look from her daughter. But, really, they were at a world chess tournament. She doubted Borgov had the time or desire to play Candyland against her five-year-old-daughter. However, much to her surprise, Borgov says, “I would be honored.”
“Really?” Beth asks curiously.
Katarina links her arm through her husband’s and says, “How can he say no to a Candyland champion?”
Before them, Alma beams.
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When Beth packed the Candyland board in their luggage, she never could have imagined that her daughter would be playing against Vasily Borgov. And yet, here they are, doing exactly that in her hotel room. Alma has her requisite apple juice, and at the last moment, she insists that Borgov have a glass of water because as she puts it, “You might get thirsty.”
Borgov tells her this is a very reasonable concern and takes the water. Alma starts off the game and Beth watches Borgov approach the play with the same sort of intensity that he did with chess. He draws the cards carefully, moving his gingerbread man deliberately across the squares. When he is sucked down a cherry hole, the discontent on his face mirrors what she might have seen if someone had captured his Queen.
Katarina sits down next to Beth and says in a low voice, “It may not look it, but your daughter is really indulging Vasily with this. He used to play with our son, Sergei, but he’s too old now.”
“How old is your son again?”
“Twelve. He’s just at the age where he wants nothing to do with either of us.”
The game goes on, and after a particularly serendipitous draw of cards when Alma found herself sidelined in the Molasses Swamp, Borgov picks up his gingerbread man and holds it out to Alma.
“The game is yours. Well done.”
Alma takes the small figurine, smiling wide.
The next day, Beth beats him, too.
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are you gonna do anything for kookie's birthday?? i know a lot of writers are and i was hoping you might be one of them :)
I don’t have anything, tbh, because I’ve been mostly working on my fic for the Love Yourself Collab (which you should def check out bc I know at least one or two have posted theirs and I’m so hype to read them!!) and the sequel to mechanic!joon from the poll a while back.
I will give you this crumb though, for everyone who read Chasing Butterflies and thoroughly enjoyed it the way I did.
“I just don’t get it,” Nayun says as she straps her pads on. Jisoo doesn’t react and Rose looks like she might actually kick your asses if you aren’t on the court in ten seconds. “What do you not get? Like what about this situation is confusing?” You ask. “I’m whipped for Jungkook, we been knew, and he’s apparently through some great act of mercy also whipped for me, and he’s bringing every single one of his nerd friends to the match today. Which isn’t at all nerve-wracking. Whatsoever.”
Jisoo rolls her eyes and tugs harder at your laces. She always does your laces, she’s the only one with the upper body strength to tie the things well. You think she might actually be moonlighting as a secret BDSM dominatrix just based on the way she handles them.
“No, I don’t get why you’re nervous. He’s seen you play before, didn’t he tell you that he tries to come to as many home games as possible? And his friends know nothing about the sport, they won’t know if you fuck it up.”
“Which you won’t,” Rose says from the door. "Because you’re good at this.”
“And because you’ll kill me if I fuck it up.” She doesn’t respond verbally, but the look she sends you radiates ‘yeah and what about it’ energy. “Look, I’m just...scared of disappointing his friends. He talks me up all the time apparently, and if they get bored or are unimpressed then...”
“What, you think he’s gonna break up with you?” Jisoo’s tone is teasing, but when she looks up to see the insecuirty on your face, she softens. “You put on a cosplay for him, and he’s liked you for almost as long as you’ve liked him. I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
You just nod, tugging at the laces as she finishes tying them. Realistically, you know she’s right. It’s been a couple months since that night in your apartment, and things have only gotten better. He still comes to the coffee-shop to hang out with his dweeb friends, even if he does spend the time waiting for them talking to you now. He still watches his dumbass anime, thoroughly enjoying your flat-screen to do so, even if he gets consistently distracted by the way you lay in his lap. You talk about your practices that he knows a fair bit about because of some anime, he tells you about his nerd shit that you don’t understand but enjoy hearing about anyway, you help him with his essays and he helps you with Organic Chem, and you even buy him little cupcakes every time he gets a new comment on his fanfic. Things between you are good.
You have no reason to worry, you decide as you push out of the locker rooms and head to the court to get warmups started. You spot him, sitting with his group of friends beside where Jimin and Taehyung sit with the rest of the guys’ team to watch your game. Your boyfriend - your whole chest gets warms as you think it, and you let yourself bask in it for a minute because it took three fucking years to get - looks adorable today; big, round glasses, with that soft beanie and a softer looking shirt. It’s got some kind of weird pumpkin(?) on it, with a point and sharp teeth and the back has a scythe and you vaguely recognize it. You’re pretty sure he watched it at your apartment a few days ago, but you also had his dick in your mouth, so you weren’t paying much attention to anything else.
You wave back when he waves at you, big and excited and cute, and you’re once again hit with the urge to cover him in kisses while also maybe dangling him off a fifty-story building. His nose scrunches in that way you love and you ignore the way it has your stomach flipping.
Rose pelts a ball at you and you catch it on sheer instinct.
“Are you actually going to warm up or are you gonna be entirely useless today?” She asks. You glare at her and throw the ball back in response. If you didn’t have firsthand experience with how good she is, you’d wish she was your opponent so you could wipe the smirk off her face.
Warmups go well. The team you’re supposed to be playing is good, supposedly pretty well-matched to your own, and you’re excited to see if it holds true. They don’t look especially intimidating. The biggest threat seems to be their captain - which is true for your team as well, Rose is terrifying - and there are a couple girls milling around in jackets and over-shirts. One in particular catches your notice; as you look, you realize it’s because Jungkook has the same jacket. Black, with a big-ass Old-English-styled L on the back of it, and some kind of writing you can’t see on the front and can’t remember from Jungkook’s, small and in the corner where logos usually go.
You make a note to ask which anime that’s from, just to know in the future, and return to your warmups.
The game itself is...well, it’s challenging. The other teams is as well-practiced as yours, they’re balanced against you pretty well, and all of you are enjoying the competition almost as much as you’re frustrated that you aren’t getting anywhere. Their captain - a shorter girl with pretty eyes and dimples - is an absolute beast and Rose looks simultaneously enraged and turned on, and Weeb Girl has been blocking you at every turn. She volleys every serve you give, manages to block every spike without fail, and you can respect that she’s good at this, but you’re also really fucking frustrated.
It’s the end of the second set and both teams are ready for the ten minute break. You’re in the process of trying to drown yourself in your Gatorade bottle and really considering using the stuff to summon some kind of demon just so you can win the game, go home, stuff yourself with cheap burgers, and then fuck your boyfriend because you could tell from his face at one point that he was getting worked up watching you play, but before you can you catch sight of your friends whispering quietly to themselves.
It screams ‘hey we’re doing something really shady and don’t want you to know, maybe you should immediately storm over and find out what’s going on’ so you do exactly that.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘should we tell her?’“ You demand, keeping your voice as hushed as theirs. Nayun looks repentant and sorry, Jisoo actually literally makes the emoji face with the teeth, and Rose just purses her lips and gestures over her shoulder.
You really don’t know what you expect to see, but Jungkook hanging over the side of the bleachers to talk to Weeb Girl isn’t it. His eyes are crinkled at the corners like they do when he’s excited, his glasses are half-down his nose and in danger of falling off because you aren’t there to push them back up like he enjoys, and he’s gesturing happily to Weeb Girl. And she....she looks just as excited, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers and batting her lashes up at him as she says something else that makes him laugh. You can’t realistically hear it, it’s too crowded and noisy, but you feel it when he laughs, every time.
“We should call the police, she’s gonna kill her,” Jisoo says morbidly from behind you.
“No,” You respond, scoffing. Your eyes don’t draw away from where your boyfriend is talking to Weeb Girl. “No, I’m not. She can flirt all she wants, it’s fine. Yeah, she’s blocked me at every turn this game, yeah she’s kinda really pretty, and she definitely has the ass for those shorts, and she’s wearing weeb stuff that she’s probably interested in and can talk to him about, but it’s fine. I know Jungkook, he’s not gonna do anything. He’s a good guy.” And you mean it when you say it. If there’s one thing that you’re sure of in your relationship that isn’t Jungkook knowing random weeb stats, it’s that he’s loyal. You know it, deep in your bones.
You watch as Weeb Girl steps forward, cutting off whatever Jungkook’s saying to push his glasses up his nose, giggling as she does. Your fingers twitch because yes, that is your job, not hers, but it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine. Until her captain calls her back and she giggles again and waves, and Jungkook turns to sit and you see it. He’s got that pretty blush on his face, the one that tints his cheeks and makes him duck his head, the one you love so much but especially when you’re riding him and can get him to break out of the dominant persona he loves and turn pink with your words.
And you know that your boyfriend is loyal and sweet and wonderful, can tell by the way he searches for you and melts into a smile like the ice cream you’re pretty sure you forgot to put back in your freezer before you had to rush out to get to this game. But pushing his glasses up is your job and that is your blush and you aren’t about to let some weeb queen take it from you.
Rose looks pleased as you all take the court again. Jisoo looks convinced you’re gonna kill Weeb Girl, and you won’t lie; you’re definitely trying to see if you can will someone to set fire with only the power of your brain as you stare her down across the net. She looks entirely too pleased with herself and even dares to send a quick glance and a shy smile off at where you know Jungkook sits behind you, and you wish - not for the first time in your life - that you had Harry Potter powers and could just Crucio this fucker right now.
Alas, you’re gonna have to settle for slamming a volleyball into her face.
Nayun looks horrified at the sight, but you can tell Rose is holding back a smile even as the ref gives you a penalty that you willingly take. Weeb Girl looks pissed and also a little confused. Logically it’s not her fault that she chose to flirt with your weeb; and you can’t even fault her for it, because he’s gorgeous and sweet and perfect, but god damn what a day to do it.
Throughout the rest of the third set, you’re basically unstoppable. You score three times on her, and you take a sick pleasure in the bruise that’s already forming under her eye. Her entire team looks confused, and you are too, because none of you are sure of where this sudden burst of skill and fury is coming from, but you’re determined to ride it out for as long as it lasts.
When the game’s over, your entire team crowds you to celebrate. You’re a good player, you don’t have any allusions to that, but you’re also pretty much just reliably good. You’ve never played like that, not in your entire life, and you’re thriving with the knowledge that you even can.
When they finally back up, you bolt before they can throw Gatorade on you, already climbing the stands. Jimin laughs as you shove him to the side, and you decide to feel guilty about the way he almost falls later, because right now you’re on a mission. You straddle the stand and fist one hand in Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him into a heated kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to return. In seconds you’re almost on his lap, one of his hands gripping your jaw so he lick into your mouth the way he likes while your free hand tangles in his hair. When you eventually pull back, he settles soft kisses along your jaw and you take great pride in looking straight at Weeb Girl. She doesn’t look mad, exactly; more resigned and slightly impressed, and you send her a wink that makes her roll her eyes.
“Hey,” You whisper to Jungkook. He detaches himself from the mark he was determined to make behind your ear, and you revel in the blush on his face. It spreads across his face and along to the tips of his ears, and you want nothing more to than to make is spread further. “You wanna go put on some Haikyuu and break in your new mattress?”
You don’t think you’ve ever left a game that fast in your life.
#fic: chasing butterflies#cb drabble#jungkook drabble#jungkook x reader#this is just as self-indulgent as cb itself im not gonna lie to you#but there isn't any actual smut lmao bc im too lazy to write it#Anonymous#questions#weeb jungkook#jock reader
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Yearning
W-well...here it is. The product of two weeks’ work.
A couple months ago, I got inspired to start planning a multi-chapter self-ship fanfic, but since I hadn’t written detailed fic in literal years, I wanted to do an unrelated one-shot to kinda...warm up a little, to see if that’s something I really do wanna do...I’m still unsure if it’ll happen, but I did the warmup, and...it became this THING.
This is based on the Vampire!Spinel AU from @su-reader-imagines, which...I ended up liking, like...way too much. X///D I’m not even a vampire fan normally, but...maybe it was the Spinel part. >/////> I-I won’t link the specific post since there’s NSFW content in it and I don’t wanna make anyone read it if they’re not comfortable with that stuff, but...this story in particular has no blatant NSFW (just implied stuff).
Since I started off writing this for myself, I had planned for this to be self-insert, but then I decided to make it more reader-insert to match the original imagine. However, the first-person POV remained, so it’s...weird. The narrator isn’t mentioned by name and details about them are vague, but it’s still kinda my personality, so....it STILL might be more self-insert then reader-insert? I dunno, it’s kinda in the middle...I-I’m not used to this...
It’s probably obvious that I don’t normally make this kinda stuff, but I still did my best...I didn’t expect this to get as long as it did, but I’m a detail-oriented, overexplaining piece of crap, simply put. X////D
Even if nothing comes of this, I at least finished it, and I’m.....kinda p-proud of that, even if....it’s kinda embarrassing....S-so if you read this, I...h-hope y-you...enjoy.....>///////<
Now if you e-excuse me I’m gonna find a dumpster to hide in....
Yandere warning for the very end!
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It had been a few days since then, but I was still reeling. A part of me was still in disbelief. That couldn't have been real, could it? I mean...something like that, happening to me of all people? I had always been down on my luck...Ignoreable. Average. There was nothing about me worth noting. Occasionally, something good would happen, sure...but nothing like that.
But then I'd look at myself in the mirror, and see the marks on my neck. And I'd be brought back to that night. It was real.
My mind would fill with overwhelming emotions whenever I'd think about it...and whenever I'd close my eyes, I'd see her there in front of me.
Looking back at me with red eyes, grinning playfully, her fangs showing. I'd see myself laying on my back, her hands all over me, as I let her do whatever she wanted...The heat in my body, rising....The sound of her voice, teasing me...
"Spinel..."
Her name, escaping my lips.
Luckily, no one was around to hear, but I caught myself anyway, snapping back to reality. I'd been standing there in the bathroom in front of the mirror for how long? A few minutes? And after I'd already relieved myself? I flushed in embarrassment. Get it together, I thought to myself. After splashing some water on my face, I went back to work.
Never before had work been so frustrating. I couldn't focus on anything. My pace was so sluggish that it felt like I was moving underwater. And I had to keep a poker face the entire time. I couldn't let anyone know what happened. They wouldn't believe me! They'd think I was crazy! And maybe I was, but I didn't wanna bring attention to it. I had already been getting some looks from coworkers due to my neck, but no one asked me about it. That was good. I tried to imagine myself attempting to explain in the sanest way, "Yeeeeaaah, I met an actual vampire and let her drink from me." Yeah, that wasn't happening. I hadn't believed they existed, either, until I met her.
I tried everything I could to distract myself, but the fluttering in my chest would just keep coming back...It was like she had left her mark on me in more than one way...
Even before I knew what she was, she still seemed like someone who would only exist in my dreams. She was lively and interesting, with a unique way of talking and dressing. Even her name was unique. She was charismatic, and confident...and she had a voice that you loved listening to. The way she could switch between playful and downright seductive...Just thinking about it...about the kind of things she said to me...
There was no way I was her first. She was way too good at that. But the very idea that someone like her could pay attention to me, and treat me so well...I should consider myself lucky to have spent just the one night with her...right?
So...what was this yearning I felt...? Was I really that needy...?
The memories were so fresh...Me and her, in the back room, making out, and her drinking from me...and then making me the happiest I had ever been in my life. In that perfect moment, I didn't want anything else. I just wanted to do whatever she told me to. I was hers, and hers alone...
I didn't expect to spend the entire night with her, but I was riding that high for so long. I didn't wanna leave her arms. The aftercare...I could still feel her icy hands trailing down my back. I could still hear her voice, cooing in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was...It had made me so happy, knowing I pleased her...
I remember all the little petnames she called me. My favorite was "doll". That was the one that made me feel the most...special. And I think she caught on to that, because she'd call me it again and again. I was her doll. At that time, I existed only to make her happy, and I was doing my job!
Spinel's doll...
"Stay with me a bit longer? Please~?" she asked, while gently rubbing my back.
"I...wanna stay..." I answered, still dizzy, "But...will we...get in trouble...?"
She chuckled. "Nah, we won't. I told ya, I know the guy. No one's gonna bother us, I promise~..." she assured me gently.
"OK...I'll stay then..."
I turned around and subconsciously scooted into her a bit more, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She didn't seem to mind, putting her arm around me and holding me from behind. My heart felt like it was about to burst...I'd never experienced this level of intimacy before, and this was just the icing on the cake.
"Mmmm, you're so warm, doll~..."
At that comment, I'm sure I got even warmer. I felt so weak, but so happy. We simply laid there in silence, with her occasionally breaking it to hum to me. Soon, I felt myself get drowsy. It was getting late, but...I didn't wanna move.
"...Spinel?"
"Yeah, doll?"
"I'm...getting tired...Is it OK if I fall asleep...?"
"Course it is. You've earned it, toots..." she spoke softly, "And don't worry...I'll still be here when ya wake up~."
After she gave her permission, I drifted off to sleep, which ended up lasting all night. And sure enough, she had told the truth, as I woke up still in her arms.
And I panicked.
I jolted upright and frantically checked the time. I didn't know it would be all night! Oh crap! How would I explain myself!?
I told her I had to go.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because my mom's probably worried sick about- er", Did I really just reveal to her that I still live with my mom? "-I live with my mom, and I've never stayed the night without saying anything, so-" I felt increasingly awkward with every word that came out of my mouth. "And, and...crap, I have work! Wait, that's tomorrow..."
She tried to calm me down, but at that point, I couldn't. My anxiety was through the roof. This was supposed to be a simple trip to a bar, to try something new. But I ended up staying the night at the place with someone I just met. And it was incredible. But now that it was over, everything catching up to me, I just felt bad. I felt...guilty. I took up so much of Spinel's time. She was most likely most active at night, and I kept her in one place for so long. And compared to her, I was practically nothing. I didn't deserve any of that...but she gave it to me anyway. I was a piece of crap who wasted her time.
So all I could do was apologize. "I-I'm so sorry!" I cried out, jumping to my feet. I wobbled a little before steadying myself.
And...she let me go. She didn't protest at all, saying that it was fine, she wasn't keeping me there. She was calm throughout my freak out. She remained sitting in bed, at first with an amused grin...but when I apologized, she looked away. I couldn't see her face anymore, and her voice became more monotone than ever.
"You can leave if ya want," she said.
She didn't care anymore, I could tell. I overstayed my welcome for sure.
Before leaving the room, I turned around one last time, giving a quick but honest "thanks" for the incredible night together...and she finally looked back at me, with a slight smile.
And now...here I was. Stuck in a perpetual daydream, trying to keep myself together. A coworker's voice snapped me out of my memory of the last time I saw her. I quickly apologized, trying my darnedest to keep that poker face I always wore, but it was harder than ever.
Ugh, I'm such a mess...What did you do to me?
My mind was filled with questions. Just who was she? Where was she from? Was she born a vampire, or did she become one? How long has she been alive? What kind of things does she like to do? Does she have friends? There was so much I didn't know about her...I'd been too caught up in the moment to think about those things that night, but now, I couldn't help but feel curious.
I couldn't get her off my mind...As the week went by, I tried to piece myself back together. I tried to think rationally, telling myself to let it go, it'll never happen again, and so on. But nothing worked. The fluttering in my heart wouldn't stop. At first, I hated it, but now, when it was undeniable, I finally had to give in to my feelings...and I finally put together the words in my head that had been so obvious the whole time.
Wanna see her again.
I knew that could easily go badly, knowing me. I'd never been good at social situations, always opting to stay on the sidelines so I wouldn't embarrass myself. If I really knew what's best for me, I'd quit while I'm ahead, right?
But the more time passed, the more agonizing it got...I missed her voice, her touch, her eyes, her lips...everything. After only one night, I already felt so empty without her, so longing...I wanted to be her doll again. Was that so wrong...?
Wanna see her again...
For a while, I was being pulled in two directions, with another part of me shouting that it was a bad idea. Being brave is always a bad idea to me. But I couldn't help it. So I told myself, that, once the weekend came...I'd go with my gut, for once.
Wanna see her again...
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This was a mistake.
Coming back here was a mistake. That's all I could think of as I sat there, alone, staring at my lap. Here I was at the bar again, but now what? Why didn't I have a plan?
I remembered why I don't come to these kind of places often - I always feel out of place at them. The kinds of people who go here are usually the polar opposite of me...loud, social, sometimes even aggressive, with eye-catching outfits...and there I was, trying not to stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe if I'm quiet, they won't notice me, I thought, I gotta not bring attention to myself...
"Can I get you anything?" an annoyed-sounding voice asked.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the bartender spoke to me. When did he get there? I hadn't heard him approach! "Um, nothing! No thanks!" I said quickly. I wasn't here for the food or the drinks.
But the way the man looked at me told me I probably should have ordered something. I mean, who comes to a bar just to sit there awkwardly, right? I mean, besides me. Based on the clock on the wall, I had been here for...almost twenty minutes already? I averted my eyes and spun myself around so that my back was facing the counter, as if that would shield me from the embarrassment.
My eyes scanned the room, hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the one person I wanted to see. There were a fair number of people, but she was still nowhere to be found. I sighed, feeling my heart sink.
She had told me she came here twice a week, and it had been exactly a week since then, so...it would make sense for her to be here tonight, right? Or was she more unpredictable? She did seem like that type...Or maybe it was me. Maybe she was here, just avoiding me...No, no, that can't be it, can it?
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to expel that thought from my mind. Then I looked up again, watching people dancing to the music playing. My mind was instantly brought back to dancing with her that night, before she led me away. I had no idea what I was in for. All I was concerned with was dancing with this attractive lady and hopefully not making a fool of myself. I remember it feeling like the temperature in the room was rising...she had been so close...
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I thought that maybe, she'd like to see me again, since it had seemed like she liked taking care of me...but I was stupid to think that.
Did I really think I was worth anything to her? If I was, she wouldn't have let me leave so easily. She could've just as easily convinced me to stay. She had marked me. There was evidence I was hers. She could've told me I wasn't to leave without her permission. Or heck, she could've told me she was worried about me after how weak I'd been! But no. She was simply done with me after that.
I was just a food source, that's all. She just indulged me afterward because it was so obvious I was into her. She was humoring me. Why didn't I piece that together? Was I really that stupid? Just look at me!
I started chewing on my fingers nervously as my anxiety took control. Desperate, I scanned the room once again. Did that person just look at me!? I looked away, still chewing. I didn't just bring attention to myself, did I? Was I staring? I turned back around to the counter, looking at the clock instead.
A half hour. I'd been just sitting here doing nothing for a half hour. Great.
Thank god the place wasn't too packed. And that the bartender was pretending I wasn't there at the moment. It was then that I had a thought: maybe he knew her. I could've asked him if she was here. But no, that'd be too awkward for words..."Excuse me sir, is Spinel here?" Though I didn't fully doubt I wouldn't be the first to ask that...
Maybe...she's with someone else right now...
That thought hit me harder than anything else, and I finally started to break down. I leaned against the counter, my head in my hands, trying to compose myself for a few minutes. I couldn't stay here much longer...the music, the voices, the looks, I had to get out soon-
"Hello, nurse~"
When I heard that familiar greeting, my eyes snapped open, and I slowly uncovered my face. Was it really...? There was no way I was hearing things, right?...After a couple seconds, I looked over...and there she was.
She was looking right at me, a playful smirk on her face, in the same way as I remembered. Her hair was back up in pigtails, too. It was like I had stepped back in time...I felt the heat rise to my face, my mouth hanging open. This was really happening. She was actually here! Now what!?
Say something! "Uhhh..." I cleared my throat. "Hey..."
She giggled. That alone caused my heart to do flips. "Well, gee~" she said, almost innocently, as she took a step toward me, "What brings your pretty face back to a place like this? Is it the drinks? The tunes?" she tilted her head, "The entertainment?"
I could tell she was teasing me. What I couldn't tell was whether or not she was mocking me. I knew I didn't fit in, but having it implied by her made me feel a bit embarrassed. Still, she had approached me...Just when I was worrying this was hopeless, she approached me, just like I wanted...Now more than ever, I wish I had a plan, because I felt like all I could do was sit there, my eyes fixed on her. I didn't know I would get this far...I was so sure I was fooling myself...
"Er...um, well..." I laughed nervously, "I-I know, I don't look the part...but that doesn't mean you gotta rub it in..."
"Oh, I didn't say there was anything wrong with that!" she replied, "I know that a lotta people have secrets to hide...And I'm sure you have your own reasons for bein' here~"
My own reasons...I felt my heartbeat pick up speed at that. She knows. Once again, I made it obvious. Every part of me was calling out for her, wanting me to spill out all my feelings to her...She's right there. Don't back down. Don't run away.
"Y-yeah, you could, say that I-ah!"
Just when I began talking, she leaned down to be at eye level with me. My body tensed up, and my words got caught in my throat. Her face was very close, to the point where I could feel her breath on my skin...She was still smiling, but there was an intensity in her eyes that I'd never seen before. I could only imagine how red my face was at that moment..."A-ah..." I didn't move an inch, but I looked to the side to see if anyone was watching us. It didn't look like it.
Then she reached out and touched my neck. I inhaled sharply as a shiver raced down my spine. She was just as cold as I remember, a sensation I didn't know I liked before...but I welcomed it. I had missed her touch so much...Her fingertips gently brushed against the spot where my marks were healing, and she stared there silently. Her other hand went to my thigh. The intimacy of the moment made me feel like I was gonna burst...
"Miss me, doll?" she spoke again, softly, as her eyes met mine.
I practically melted when I heard my favorite nickname again. I managed a nod. "Mhm..."
A hum. "Good..." she crooned. Then she leaned in further and kissed my cheek. It was small, but it was enough to make all my previous worries disappear...and make me want more. "C'mon," she patted my thigh before taking one of my hands in hers, standing up straight. I followed her lead and stood up as well. And, as if history was repeating, she proceeded to lead me to the back room, where it could be just the two of us.
I liked holding her hand. It felt...assuring, in a way. It made me feel like she really did want me here, and that coming back was the right choice. I didn't know what would happen next...Was she gonna drink from me again? Did she just wanna talk? Or will she...indulge me again? All I knew was that, for now, things felt right.
"S-Spinel?"
"Hmmmmm~?"
"I...I was wondering...uh..."
This was the time to start getting to know her better. I had so many questions for her, so many things I was curious about...but I was getting tongue-tied. Great. Why did I have to be so easy to fluster? It was getting difficult to put my thoughts into words, and I mentally kicked myself. I can't lose my nerve now!
She giggled. "It's OK, dearie~" she said, and squeezed my hand as we continued walking, "You don't have to say anything right now. Take your time. It's not like I'm gettin' any older!"
She laughed at her little joke, and I did, too. Her laughter was contagious. Either that, or I was so enamored with her that I'd follow anything she did. I couldn't tell yet.
But I still wanted to say more. Where would I even start, though? She was such a mystery...I guess there'd be time for that later. Yeah. Later, after I calm down. If she'd let me calm down, that is.
We entered the back room, and I looked around as she closed the door behind us. Had she taken anyone else down here since then? That was my first thought, but I quickly shook it out. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was here again. There was no one else here. It was just me and her. Me and Spinel. And Spinel was holding my hand right now...
Almost immediately after she closed the door, she suddenly pulled me towards her, and into a kiss. I squeaked in surprise, before closing my eyes and letting my feelings completely take me over. I felt her free hand trail up my back, slowly, softly, and I felt my whole body flush. This...this was what I had wanted...It was like I never left...
The kiss was short, too short. She pulled away, and I opened my eyes to see her smiling softly at me. It wasn't the teasing grin that she usually wore. She looked more...sincere. I smiled back, in complete bliss.
"I didn't think you'd come back", she said.
"You...didn't...?"
"No one does. It's always one and done with people", she chuckled softly, looking away from me. "They give me what I want once, then never come back. So I always gotta move on to the next one."
This shocked me. Was I really the first one to do this? No one else has ever come back after the first time? I found that unbelievable...I was such a coward...so why me, of all people?
"It gets lonely..." she brought my hand to her face, "even when I'm not alone, I'd still feel so lonely..."
My face fell as her words hit me.
Spinel was...lonely...?
She seemed to carry herself with such confidence, so I never would've guessed...She seemed like someone who would have many friends, and many people vying for her attention. Especially considering how good she was at...what she does...I guess being a vampire would lead to some difficulties with getting people to stick around? I guess not many people wanna experience that more than once...Did she scare them? I remember being scared at first...but she had taken such good care of me that I wasn't scared anymore...She wasn't intimidating, was she? How can someone not enjoy her company?
Was it, maybe...that no one felt they were worthy of her attention?
Already, I was learning more about her, and it wasn't what I was expecting at all...I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how. I was pretty lonely myself. Not many people could bring themselves to give a crap about me. Could it be...that we had something in common?
I didn't know what to say. I didn't wanna ask her about it. She seemed happy to see me, and I didn't wanna ruin it. So, I simply apologized. "I'm....sorry...."
And immediately, she looked back at me, and the playfulness returned.
"Awww, don't be sorry, doll~" she cooed, "Now I know that you're not like that! And that makes me so happy...knowing you're just as special as I thought you were~"
Heat rushed to my cheeks at her words. "I-I'm really not that special..." I tried my best not to stumble over my words, and began talking faster, "I...I just wanted to...to get to know you better, that's all. And I didn't expect myself to get this far, to be honest..." I forced a laugh.
"But you are special!" she disagreed, "Take it from someone who knows uniqueness when she sees it..."
She finally let go of my hand and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her. She leaned down, bringing her face close to mine. My heart was about ready to burst out of my chest...
"The way you're lookin' at me right now...I've never seen anything like it."
Before I could say anything more, she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, much longer and more heated than the last. I tried to kiss her back, but she completely overpowered me, denying me barely any room to breathe. I could barely even think as she made out with me, her hands wandering all over my body, claiming every part of me. She was so cold, but she made me feel so warm...I loved it. Finally giving in, I wrapped my arms around her, moaning weakly. She giggled in response, a noise I couldn't get enough of.
For that moment, it felt like she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Once she pulled back, I was panting, elated, but a complete mess in her arms. I could only imagine what I looked like. I must've looked pathetic, my mouth hanging open as she left it, my face flushed, my eyes closed. My legs felt like jelly, so I leaned into her, resting on her shoulder as I caught my breath. She let out an airy chuckle, sounding breathless as well. I felt one of her hands stroking my back. I tried to collect my thoughts about what just happened. Holy crap that was incredible, you're so perfect, Spinel, thank you, I'm so sorry I left, I don't wanna leave again, I'll let you have me for as long as you want...I'm yours now, I'm yours...
I'd never felt so desperate for someone in my whole life...She was almost intoxicating. Part of me knew I should try and resist, try to be rational...but the rest of me didn't care. I'd been yearning for this all week, and all that frustration had finally paid off...
"How lucky I was to come across a dame like you", she spoke seductively into my ear, "So cute...so sensitive...and so...delicious~" she whispered the last word. I shivered, gripping her tighter as if it'll save me from melting into a puddle on the floor.
All I could do was whimper in response, causing another chuckle from her.
"That's right, doll, I mean every word..." she continued, "And ya came back, just to see me...You're such a sweet thing~. In fact," Both of her hands began wandering up my back, resting on my shoulders, "I missed ya more then ya thought I did...I missed holdin' ya like this...Touchin' ya like this...Do ya believe me? I've been so, so lonely...I missed ya, my sweet doll..."
'My sweet doll'. 'MY'. I felt my heart soar at her words. Spinel missed me...! And I made her happy...!
"...And now, I'm never lettin' ya go again."
Her voice suddenly took on a tone I'd never heard before...Darker, more growly, with her accent more pronounced. My eyes finally snapped open again as she aggressively jerked me back by my shoulders, pushing me into the nearest wall, pinning me there. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I could only look up at her. She was grinning widely, and not in her normal way. This grin was manic, predatory, and it made me begin to shiver. What was going on? What was she gonna do? I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Warning bells were going off in my mind, but I was frozen like a deer in headlights.
And then, her eyes began to glow. Her red eyes were already one of her most noticeable features, but now, they were the brightest thing in the dark room. I squinted at the light, and instinctively tried to look away, but a hand went to my face, forcing me to look at it. I didn't know what was happening, but I would bear with it for her. And so, I braced myself. My first guess was that she would drink from me again, and I welcomed that thought. She was welcome to use me in that way if she wanted...
But nothing happened. As I continued looking at her, the tension in my body disappeared, and I stopped trembling. In fact, I began to feel weak in the knees. She wasn't saying anything, and she still got that reaction out of me...The sight of her face so close to mine, looking like she could ravage me at any moment...and I, the prey, was so helpless, pinned against the wall...This was an image I never wanted to forget.
With each passing second, I felt myself melt more and more, to the point where my legs started to give out. I slid down the wall a little, and then her hands went under my arms, helping me stay on my feet. But even then, it kept getting worse.
"S-Spinel..." I breathed out, attempting to speak, "I-I feel...I can't...." The sentences weren't forming. I felt my body grow numb, the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the ground being her arms...
"Shhh...Don't worry", she said, her voice as smooth as butter, "I got'cha~"
My vision was starting to blur, but I couldn't look away from her. Her gorgeous eyes were unblinking as she looked back at me, the eerie red glow making them all the more beautiful. I was putty in her hands...It was as if there was nothing else around me...nothing else that mattered. It was just her.
Just Spinel, the woman of my dreams.
My eyelids began to grow heavy, my body fully limp. With the last of my consciousness, I realized that this sensation wasn't normal. Was she doing this? I would've been scared had I caught on earlier, but now, I didn't care. I just wanted to stay like this...it felt so good...
"That's it...~" she purred, "Now, close your eyes for me...Just relax for a bit, and let me take care of everything~"
That was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes, and quickly passed out in her arms.
When I woke up, I was in a place I had never seen before.
#hypnotism tw-/////#yandere tw-////#not tagging with anything else nope not brave enough#fics by lauri
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They're Gonna Soft Boil That Embryo (31)
Anonymous said: Here's a prompt: your interpretation of a rodorah offspring and how the pair handles it?
This is less "a rodorah offspring" and more "the logistical questions i ask myself every time i consider what kind of complications would come with a rodorah offspring" lmao. if you want an actual offspring lemme know and I'll do another prompt for it.
This is VERY not canon to the fic series I'm writing, where Rodan and Ghidorah are in no way reproductively compatible, because in serious fic I just can't live with the idea that species that evolved on different planets can have kids when not even humans and chimps can.
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They looked at the egg with great concern.
"It's bigger than ours are supposed to be," Ghidorah said.
"It's a lot smoother than mine should be," Rodan said.
They regarded it uneasily for a moment longer.
"Well," Rodan said, "mine are supposed to be in lava. Yours aren't, right?"
"In a nest," Ghidorah confirmed. "Above ground."
"Great. So, I'll make a little ledge in a caldera somewhere so it can sit half in the lava—"
The suggestion was met with two hisses and an offended, "That would cook our kind's eggs!"
"And it's not enough to keep my kind's eggs from freezing," Rodan snapped, "so what are we gonna do? Wrestle to see if we're gonna treat it like one of yours or one of mine, and hope that we don't choose wrong and kill it? Or try to hit a middle ground?"
"And hope that doesn't kill it," Ghidorah muttered. They sighed. "All right. Half in the lava. But we want it in your volcano. We don't want to have to travel to check on it."
Rodan was reluctant—he didn't want to risk jostling it all the time—but the idea of leaving a half-submerged egg all alone where predators could pluck it out Of the lava sounded even worse. "Yeah. All right." He scooped the egg into a wing and carefully carried it up the volcano. "It's so cold," he said. "I hope that's just because it's yours."
"Its mind is so quiet. We hope it's because it's yours."
Rodan cackled. "Look at us! We're going to fuss over an egg we didn't mean to make for half a millennium just to find out it was a rock with an eggshell the whole time."
Ghidorah's shoulders shook as they hissed a laugh; but the laugh quickly faded. "... We hope it's a real child."
They confessed this looking out over the sea, away from Rodan, as though ashamed to admit such a tender wish—and the myriad fears crowded behind it.
Rodan looked at the astonishing, accidental, amazing little egg. "Yeah. Me too."
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⁂ In WAR✘ and LOVE ♥ (Kei Tsukishima) First Love
📑 Table of Contents
Genre: Friendship, Slice of Life, Comedy ☁
Word Count: 3,597 ☁
Pairing: Reader x Tsukishima ☁
World: Haikyuu!! ☁
Author’s Note: This is my very first Haikyuu fic. Am I nervous? Yup. Am I excited? You bet! If enough people like this one shot, I might make a part two with a better ending, I don’t know lol
WARNING: This fic features a reader that has just graduated high school and a first-year. If you have a problem with this or this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.
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You stepped up to the door of Karasuno’s gym, hearing the sound of squeaking shoes and hands slapping volleyballs. The sun was nearly set behind you, casting rays of orange and red across the earth. You were supposed to have arrived an hour earlier, but the train was delayed because a woman went into labor during the journey.
You slid the door open and stepped into the brightly lit gym where the volleyball team was practicing. ‘Hmm, looks like they just finished a three-on-three,’
Kiyoko, the team’s manager, was the first to notice you, tapping Daichi’s shoulder before pointing at you. He grinned when his brown eyes fell on you and he jogged over. “Y/N, you’re here! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“Sorry, Dai, there was an issue on the train and we got held up.”
He quirked a brow, resting his hand on his hip as he used his father tone. “Did you hurt someone again?”
You scoffed at the implication of his words. “That was one time, Dai, and the pervert deserved it for trying to feel up that middle school girl,”
“Yes, yes, a modern-day hero.” He teased. “And it happened at least three times that I’ve seen.”
Before you could respond to him, you suddenly saw a blur and felt a body slam into your own, arms wrapped around you and pinning your arms to your sides. “Y/N!!”
“Tanaka,” you grunted in annoyance. “Let me go before I punch you in the spleen.”
“Hah?!” His aura darkened and his arms tightened. “You think you can take me just ’cause you’re older? Let’s go! Here and now! I’ll bea -”
Daichi grabbed the back of the second-year’s shirt, yanking him off of you. “Knock it off!”
“Y/N started it!”
“Real mature,” you rolled your eyes, fixing the t-shirt you wore.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Suga questioned curiously, tilting his head to the side.
‘Ah, precious Suga. As adorable as ever,’ You offered him a shrug, nodding toward Daichi. “No idea. Ask your captain,”
By now, the rest of the team had gathered around, most of whom you recognized, but there were four faces you had never seen before and you assumed they were first-years. None of them really caught your attention as anything spectacular, but the tall blonde did stand out among them – he had to be six feet tall, easy.
“I was hoping you could lend the team a hand until we can find a coach,” Daichi confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“That seems pretty counter-productive considering I know nothing about volleyball,” you responded blankly.
“True,” he grinned. “But I could really use a hand keeping these guys in line.”
Now that had you intrigued. “With violence?” you grinned, a glint in your eyes.
Suga sweatdropped, patting your shoulder. “They can’t play in matches if you hurt them, Y/N…”
You clicked your tongue. “So I don’t break nothin’. Easy,”
“You missed the point…”
The orange-haired first year approached you like a curious animal, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. His head tilted to the side like a cat. “Who are you?”
‘Damn, this guy is almost as short as Yuu,’ You hummed, leaning forward to flick his forehead. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you it’s rude to ask who someone is before introducing yourself first?”
He huffed, his cheeks expanding like a chipmunk. Was this kid the human embodiment of the animal kingdom? “Shouyou Hinata,”
“Good boy,” you ruffled his orange hair, chuckling when his cheeks darkened.
“I’m not a dog!”
“Meh. Humans, dogs. Same thing.”
“They’re not even close, Y/N…” Suga facepalmed.
Daichi ran his hand over his face, second-guessing his decision to ask you here. “You haven’t changed at all.” He shook his head, turning his attention to the four first-years. “Guys, this is Y/N. They graduated last year and they are a close family friend. I suggest not messing with them unless you have a death wish.”
As if to prove his point, you offered them a sadistic grin, your aura darkening. “If you’re a masochist, we’ll get along quite well!”
Three of the four stepped back with fearful expressions but the tall one kept his ground, golden eyes narrowed as he observed you. At first glance, he didn’t seem at all affected by your intimidating stance, but you didn’t miss the bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.
You hummed in amusement. ‘This guy has a pretty good poker face,’ “Well? Are the rest of you going to introduce yourselves? Or should I just call you thing 1, thing 2, and thing 3?”
The navy-haired boy stepped forward, a mixture of intimidation and annoyance swirling in his dark eyes. “Tobio Kageyama,”
You nodded your head in thanks, turning to the mousy brunette with freckles. His cheeks burned under your gaze and he quickly straightened his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Tadashi Yamaguchi, nice to meet you, senpai!”
“I’m not your senpai,” you stated blankly.
“Oh,” Tanaka suddenly started laughing, clutching his middle. “Right, you’re Y/N-san now, ain’t ya?!” He laughed harder as if he has just told the funniest joke in the history of mankind.
You rolled your eyes at the man-child before turning your attention to the blonde. “How ’bout you, beanpole?”
For a moment, he just stared at you with narrowed eyes. Whatever he was feeling, he was disciplined enough to keep the emotion from his face. And then he turned, walking away without a word.
Tanaka decided to feel offended for you and shot forward, only to be held back by Daichi. “You disrespectful lil shit, get back here!”
“Do you have to be so damn dramatic about everything?” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “If he wants to be an anti-social shit, let ’em. I don’t really care either way.”
His annoyed expression morphed into one of adoration as he clapped his hands together, nodding enthusiastically. “You’re so cool, Y/N-san!”
“Cut the -san, shit!” You snapped. ‘Christ, I forgot this guy changes emotions more than I change my damn underwear,’
“It’s time to clean up for the night, guys!” Takeda entered the gym with his typical goofy grin, which only widened when he saw you. “Y/N! It’s been so long, how are you doing?”
For the first time since you arrived on the school grounds, you offered the man a soft, genuine smile, something that surprised the first-years, one in particular. Since arriving, you had offered them only blank or aggressive expressions and, for some reason, seeing you make such a soft, kind expression took them all by surprise. Seeing your smile struck Tsukishima in a way he wasn’t used to and he paused to observe you, he felt his heart pick up speed.
A strange feeling was bubbling within his stomach and he couldn’t find a logical explanation for what it was. More than anything, he found himself feeling annoyed that you were being so kind and gentle with Takeda when he had gotten the opposite.
He did not like where this was going. Not one bit.
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You glared at the arm wrapped around your own, dragging you down the street at an ungodly hour. Since you lived in Tokyo, Tanaka had been kind enough to volunteer his house for you to stay in while you were assisting the team. His family didn’t even question it, they just accepted you with open arms and far too much hugging. Living with him also meant that he was there to make sure you were awake by four-thirty so he could drag you with him to the school for morning practice.
“Will you stop dragging your feet? We’re gonna be late!”
“The fuck you mean late? It’s barely five in the morning, bro.”
“Exactly! Daichi should be unlocking the gym any minute now!”
You groaned, turning your gaze to the sky, which was still dark since the sun hadn’t yet risen. “This is going to be a long day…”
He laughed loudly, scaring away a pair of birds that had been resting on the power lines above. When the two of you arrived, the captain and Suga were already there and working on setting up the net and bringing out the balls. Hinata and Kageyama arrived soon after, followed by the rest of the team.
While they started on their warmups, you let yourself fall against the stage, sliding down to the wooden floor with a tired grunt. Kiyoko sent you a concerned look but knew better than to bother you. For the next hour, everyone left you alone and you were able to block out the loud noises they were making, your eyes sliding closed. Mornings had never been your strong suit, and you had gotten into trouble on more than one occasion for showing up late to school. You were just beginning to doze off when a loud, sharp yell disturbed you.
“Watch out!”
And then you felt a sharp pain in your face, almost as if someone had just spiked a volleyball into it. The gym went deadly silent as the ball fell to the ground, bouncing a couple times before rolling away. Your nose burned, a thick stripe of blood leaking from your left nostril.
Suga was the first to react, rushing toward you with a concerned look painted on his face. “Y/N! Are you okay? You’re bleeding, come on I’ll take you to the nurse.”
You didn’t complain as he pulled you to your feet and out of the gym. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you headed across the walkway into the main building, Suga keeping a strong grip on your arm as if afraid you would fall over if he released you.
The nurse was the same young man that had been working there when you attended the school, a navy-haired man with eyes brighter than your future. He turned his attention to the two of you when you entered, quirking a brow.
“I knew you were gonna be held back,”
Your eye twitched, sending a wave of pain through your face. “I wasn’t held back, you jerk.”
He hummed as if he didn’t believe you. “Have a seat and tell me what happened. Another fight?”
“Y/N got hit in the face with a volleyball,” Suga explained with worry, helping you sit on the side of the stiff bed.
Despite trying to keep himself professional, he let out a short laugh. “Sorry, sorry. I just imagined you trying to do sports, ha!”
You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t doing sports, I was trying to sleep.”
He sat down on the stool, rolling over to you with a grin. “That sounds right. Sugawara, you can head back, I’ll take good care of Y/N.”
Suga chewed on his bottom lip, torn between doing as he said and staying with you. “Is it broken?”
Kaze hummed again, sliding his hands into latex gloves before moving closer, his thumbs on either side of your nose. You winced at the sudden pressure. “Nope, not broken. They’ll be just fine.”
Suga released a relieved sigh, offering you a smile. “I’ll see you after class, Y/N.”
You sent him a mock salute, watching as he left the nurse’s office.
“Hold this cloth over your nose and tilt your head forward,” he ordered, handing you a piece of folded gauze.
“I thought it was backward,” you mumbled, placing the gauze over your nostrils.
“And this is why I’m the nurse and you’re not~ When you have a nosebleed, you shouldn’t hold your head back because blood can go down your throat and irritate your stomach, which may result in vomiting and more nose irritation.” He paused, seemingly proud of himself. “Look at that, you’re not even a student here anymore and I’m still slapping you with knowledge! I should be charging you.”
“Don’t count on it,” you responded, your words slightly muffled. It took about fifteen minutes for your nose to finally stop bleeding and ten more before Kaze would allow you to leave the office.
‘The hell am I supposed to do now?’ you wondered as you left the school building, heading for the vending machines near the gym. It would be weird if you just waited around for school to end, but you were too tired and annoyed to go anywhere else only to be dragged back to the gym once the school day ended.
You decided to settle down on a bench behind the gym, arms folded behind your head as you stretched out your body. The tree above you blocked most of the light from the sun, the shade making the breeze feel colder than it actually was, but you didn’t really mind. Your eyes slid closed and it wasn’t long before you were asleep.
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“Hey, wake up.”
Your body was shook lightly and you grunted, eyes blurry as they gazed up at the face hovering over you. It took a moment before you were able to focus on the face. “Ah, it’s the beanpole.”
He scowled at the nickname, straightening his body as you sat up on the bench, yawning loudly. His cheeks darkened as he took in your appearance and how adorable you looked after having just woken up.
“School over?” you questioned, rubbing at your eyes.
“Yeah. Sugawara-senpai is looking for you,”
“Mm, ‘course he is.” You pulled yourself to your feet, making a move to brush past him but his long, slender fingers curled around your upper arm to stop you. You paused, turning your body to better see him.
His brow was furrowed, lips parted but no sound escaped him.
“What?” you demanded. “Spit it out or let me go,”
“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, his golden eyes far more interested in the dirt at your feet.
“For?”
The blonde’s pokerface was broken, making way for a guilty expression. His lips parted, closed, and then parted again. And then it clicked.
“You hit the ball,”
He nodded. “I didn’t mean to hit you… I’m sorry.”
The corner of your lips tugged up into a lopsided smirk. “You gonna make it up to me?”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What do you want?”
“Not much,” you shrugged, eyes glinting. Even with your bruised nose, you were able to send a shiver of fear down his spine. “I’m thinking you can be my personal slave for a while,”
“No way!” He scowled.
“Fine then,” you shrugged, turning toward the direction of the gym. “I’ll just have to get you back, then. Watch your back, beanpole~”
With a groan, he jogged to catch up to you. “Kei Tsukishima,”
You quirked a brow. “That a curse or somethin’?”
“It’s my name, idiot.” He deadpanned.
You grinned, offering him your hand. He hesitated, his hand hovering in the air before finally resting against your own. Despite the coldness outside, your skin was warm against his, seeming to travel up his arm and into his cheeks. His heart started to race within his breast and he felt… nervous. Why did you make him feel this way?
Likewise, you felt a spark when your hands connected, warmth filling your body and settling on your chest like a small kitten looking for a place to sleep. You weren’t the most observant person in the world, but you hadn’t been out of school long enough to forget about how your classmates gushed about what falling in love felt like. Each one had something different to say about the experience, but there were always overlapping descriptors. What you were feeling now, like he was the most important person you had ever met, that you just wanted to wrap him in your arms and never let go… Were you falling for this bratty first year?
‘No no, that can’t be possible. We only just met,’ But you’d be lying if you said time didn’t stop as soon as his hand slid into your own. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the blonde boy in front of you. “Hey -”
“Y/N!” Suga rounded the corner and you quickly pulled your hand away, shoving it into your pocket. Tsukishima’s fell to his side limply, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Suga smiled when he finally reached you, resting his hands on your upper arms. “How are you feeling? Did you get the okay from Kaze-san?”
“I’m fine, stop worrying so much, mother hen.” You flicked his forehead and he pouted.
Tsukishima’s lips formed a thin line as he watched the two of you joking around, the third-year’s hands still on your arms. He didn’t like it – the casual way he touched you, the caring way he looked at you, the smile you offered him, your tone teasing him. He wondered what it would be like to be in Suga’s position right now.
“Tsukishima?” Suga called, offering the blonde the same worried expression. “Y/N didn’t attack you, did they?”
“What kind of monster do you take me for?” You scoffed.
“…I’m not answering that.”
“Coward,”
He stuck his tongue out at you before turning back to the blonde, but he was already walking away toward the gym. You stared at his back as your feelings swirled around you uncertainly.
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Several days passed by, filled with fleeting glances between the two of you and a cacophony of unanswered questions. While you had been asked out several times during your time in high school, you had never been interested in dating or being in a relationship. And love? You would have said it didn’t exist if your classmates hadn’t been so adamant about finding it.
“Don’t worry, Hinata. Shake it off and keep going.” Daichi told the boy with an encouraging smile, once again taking on a more fatherly role.
You approached him as he stood beside the court, observing as the team took turns working on their receives. “Dai, can I talk to you for a minute?”
He looked at you in surprise before nodding, his fingers wrapping around your elbow as he led you from the building. You weren’t aware of the golden eyes following your form until they could no longer see you.
Once a safe distance away from the gym, he gave you his attention. He had always been close to you from the day the two of you had met, and he hadn’t missed how off you had been acting the last few days, but you were an introvert and kept to yourself unless it got serious. He knew it’d be a waste of time to ask you directly, so he waited until you came to him of your own accord, as you so often did.
“What happened?” he asked softly, folding hid arms across his chest.
You were quiet for a moment, eyes focusing on a small, grey bird that was hopping across the grass in search of food. “Is it possible to love someone you’ve just met?”
His eyes widened. He had prepared himself for a multitude of scenarios that could be the cause for your strange behavior as of late, but love? He never would have guessed that. It just wasn’t something you cared about. “Anything’s possible,” he commented, chuckling when you clicked your tongue, dissatisfied with the answer. “There’s a reason people talk about love at first sight. It’s definitely possible.”
“It wasn’t love at first sight though.” You muttered. “More like… love at first touch, I guess?”
“Hmm. And how did you feel when you touched?”
“Weird,” your brow furrowed as you recalled the moment and the emotions that had come along with it. “Warm, content. I wanted him to be mine.”
Daichi smiled warmly, resting his hands on your shoulders. “I never thought I’d see the day when you actually fell for someone. Who is he?”
You trusted Dai with your life, but you weren’t sure if you should tell him. It was his teammate, plus he was a first-year and you were no longer a high school student. There were only four years between you, but you knew people wouldn’t see it that way. You were now considered an adult, even though you hadn’t changed at all in the short amount of time you had been out of school.
“You can tell me,” he spoke softly, as if reading your mind. “I won’t judge you, you know that, Y/N.”
“Tsukishima,” you answered, meeting his gaze. His eyes remained warm, not showing any disgust or malice.
“Really? I didn’t think he was your type.”
“I don’t have a type,”
“Are you gonna tell him?”
“‘Course not,” you scoffed, turning your attention back to the bird. A crow had joined him in his search for food. Every time he managed to snatch a bug, he would bring it over to the smaller bird, nipping at his head before hopping away to continue the search. “It’s bad enough my first love is a first-year. Can you imagine getting rejected by one, too? Nah,”
“I think you’ll regret not taking a chance,”
“Maybe, but I’ll probably regret it more if I do.” You smiled softly at him, “Thank you, Dai, for always being here.”
“You’re family, Y/N. I’ve always got your back.” Daichi held his arms out and you chuckled, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Like always, he seemed to make your worries disappear, if only for a few moments.
Tsukishima glanced out the door, just barely able to make out your form in the distance. He could only watch in frustration, hand clutching the door frame tightly as his captain held you to his chest.
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PAIRING: Wonsik/OC RATING: Explicit WARNINGS: morning sex, what is a plot honestly. WORDCOUNT: 3086
Notes: Soooo this was supposed to be a warmup fic but it somehow ended up being over 3k. Still just. Pure porn. Hope you guys like it!! (Also please let me know if there are any typos, i just proof read it super quick)
The bed shifting and the slight grunting sound coming from the other side of the bed woke her up abruptly. She blinked a few times, the dim light making its way from between the curtains and almost forcing her to wake up and open her eyes fully. She refused to really open her eyes, but when Wonsik wrapped his arm around her neck from underneath she jolted.
“Sorry,” His voice was hoarse and he tried clearing his throat right away, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
She covered her face, whining and stirring her legs in an effort to wake up. His hand creeped underneath her shirt immediately, stroking her waist and pulling her closer to his body. Wonsik had the habit of sleeping only in shorts or boxers, so she could feel his skin, warm against her back. She shivered when she felt his lips pressing small kisses on her shoulder, making her smile.
“Don’t worry, I was just half asleep.” She replied, rubbing her eyes a few times before opening them and turning her face to see him. “Hello you.”
“Hi,” Wonsik replied, pecking her lips sweetly. There he was, fresh face and soft eyes, looking at her face with sleepiness and affection; she felt her heart melt in her chest. “How are you?”
“Sleepy,” She snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes again, ready to go back to sleep as soon as she could. “What about you? How did you sleep?”
“Just fine,” He nuzzled his nose against her neck before planting a kiss there, “Sorry I showed up late last night.”
“You’re saying sorry way too many times so early in the morning,” She stroked the arm wrapped around her middle reassuringly. “You know I don’t mind when you come to my place.”
Humming, he kissed behind her ear before trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck, taking his time to nib at her skin, leaving little red spots. Her mind was still foggy with sleepiness, but his lips and his hand suddenly trailing upwards under her shirt certainly woke her up, desire quickly pooling in her tummy.
They actually hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, Wonsik had been busy with his music and didn’t have the time to drop by. They still talked every day, but they didn’t have the time to be intimate, and the fact quickly settled in her brain when he pressed his body against hers, and she was reminded of how much she missed him and how much she wanted him. He showed up so late last night they went straight to sleep and only cuddled a bit, which she was happy to do, but she was pretty sure his mind had another idea right in that moment. And she had also the same idea in her head.
She turned her head to the side, leaving him more space to roam. He promptly scraped his teeth at her skin before sucking, she couldn’t help the moan that left her lips. Wonsik knew perfectly well what she liked, and he got to it right away, biting and sucking at her pulse point, and she shivered under his touch. The hand under her shirt found her breast, caressing it and pinching her nipple. She whimpered, arching her back, and she already felt the skin between her legs pulse.
Turning around to face him, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him. Wonsik kissed her back enthusiastically, tangling his fingers in her hair, his other hand settling at the small of her back and keeping her there. It was a sweet kiss at first, just lips pressing against lips, but they both wanted more, and he quickly bit her bottom lip. She hummed, tongues tangling when their lips connected once more, breathing into each other’s mouths.
“I missed you,” She whispered when he left her lips to plant kisses on her jaw and down her neck once again.
She could feel Wonsik’ smile against her shoulder when he kissed her there, and she hugged him, keeping her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
“I missed you too, babe,” The hand resting on her back wandered underneath her short, softly stroking her butt, “I missed this as well.”
She giggled, enjoying the attention when he kept dropping kisses along her collarbone. The hand on her behind went to her hip to press her body against the mattress, Wonsik wasn’t being rough but she kind of wished he was, though she was positive both their minds were still foggy with drowsiness and simply need to just be close to each other. He swiftly pushed her shirt up, bunching it up her chest, exposing her breasts.
It was weird to still be shy around him when he’d seen her naked a million times, but she couldn’t help but blush when he stared down at her bare chest. He didn’t lose a second though, trailing his lips along her sternum before closing his lips around her nipple. She moaned loudly to let him know that she liked it and that she wanted him as much as he did. Wonsik smiled against her skin, knowing well his effect on her. His hand stroked her waist as he grazed his teeth over her nipple gently, just enough to send a vibrating sensation down her body, and she had to close her legs to get some kind of friction to somehow satisfy the throb between them.
She was surprised when he chuckled rather loudly against her chest, and she stared at him, confused, when he went back up to peck her lips.
“You’re so needy,” He whispered as he kissed her sweetly.
“Don’t make fun of me,” She replied, feigning annoyance when he kept on kissing her. “You’re just as desperate as I am.”
“True,” He simply said, one of his hand sneakily going down her shorts to touch her over her panties in one movement.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion, arching her back as he kept on kissing her and swallowing down her sounds. Wonsik massaged her smoothly through the fabric of her underwear, and she was a mess underneath him, not really focusing on kissing him back anymore. It’s really been so long since he last touched her or even kissed her like that, she was truly desperate.
One of her hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, enough to make him grunt against her lips. It was obvious he was just as impatient as she was when she felt his clothed erection pressed against her thigh, and she hummed happily when he slightly moved to alleviate himself for a second.
Quickly enough, Wonsik withdrew his hand from between her legs at the same time his lips left hers. She whined in response, this time tugging at his hair rather rough but only getting a breathy laugh in response when he went south to kiss her other nipple.
“Stop laughing at me,” She almost yelled but she couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face as he kept on kissing the skin along her chest.
“Don’t worry,” Wonsik dragged his lips down her stomach, his hand pulling down her shorts so she was only left in her panties. “I’ll take care of you, love.”
He was always so eager to please her, she was really left speechless when she heard those words, blushing and settling with just staring at him as he kissed the skin near her hip. Wonsik settled between her legs, wrapping his arms around them as he stroked and planted wet kisses on the inside of her thighs. She hoped to God he wouldn’t take his time like he often did because she was so damn needy at that point, obviously wet and he must have been aware of the fact considering he would be almost face to face to her private parts if it wasn’t for her underwear covering them.
They seemed to be in the same page mentally however, he wasted no time and rapidly took off her panties, discarding them randomly before going back to his position between her legs. She didn’t have time to react when Wonsik pressed his tongue against her opening, and she threw her head back and gasped.
Usually he would take his time, using his tongue to slowly push her to the edge before pulling away and starting over, just to torture her before letting her have her release. She absolutely loved that. But by the way things were right in that moment, both of them obviously horny and needy for each other, he actually wasted no time and went straight to the point, licking at her folds with long strokes, before sealing his lips over her clit. She couldn’t help the way her legs jolted, almost violently, and the moans that spilled from her lips, loud and racy. Wonsik hummed, clearly pleased with her reaction, and moved his tongue against her clit enthusiastically.
“Oh, fuck,” The curse came out spontaneously, her arms flailing to grab at his hair, “Fuck, please, Wonsik.”
She wasn’t really sure what she was begging for, but he fixed his eyes on her face when she called out for him, making eye contact as he ran his tongue over her, stroking it languidly. It was an obscene sight to see; his hair messy and his lips plump, kissing her where she needed him, his eyes, usually soft, were now dark and sly, intensely staring back at hers. The wet noises that filled the room made the scene more incredibly lewd, she wanted to memorize that instant, and she tried to keep her eyes focused but it was a hard task to do when he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking softly.
Groaning, she threw her head back once more, arching her back when he started sucking more eagerly. She was desperate, panting, wanting more of him, that burn in her tummy quickly becoming stronger with every move of his tongue. Her hips bucked against his mouth on their own, and he hummed again, satisfied with the effect he had on her.
It surprised her when Wonsik slid a finger inside her, making her gasp and tighten her grip on his hair. He curled it inside, reaching the most sensitive part inside her, and her entire body shivered.
“Shit, shit,” She grasped at the sheets, afraid she might actually tear his hair out.
He trailed kisses along her thighs, now only focusing on just sliding his finger in and out of her, curling it slowly every once in a while.
“Do you like this, babe?” Wonsik asked, nibbling softly at her skin on the inside of her thigh.
“I- Yeah,” The way he angled his digit made her legs jerk again, and she lost focus to actually create a coherent sentence to reply.
The knot in her stomach grew tighter with each move of his finger. Soon enough he pushed in another, and she moaned his name when he moved both of his fingers inside her. Wonsik worked her open with measured movements as he crawled back up to her, kissing his way to her lips, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him close and kissing him back needily.
He promptly withdrew his fingers and she whimpered at the sudden loss of his warmth but he immediately settled his body between her legs. Wonsik was still wearing his boxers, but his erection was pressing against her and she couldn’t help but whine when he started moving his hips just a little, the fabric rubbing against her clit, making her shudder.
“Just take off your boxers already,” She practically yelled, breathless, making him laugh against her lips.
“Your wish is my command,” He replied teasingly, kissing her nose before sitting up to remove his underwear.
She took the chance to appreciate his body as Wonsik took the last piece of clothing he had on, her mouth going dry at the sight of his tan skin and muscles, laying her eyes on his cock once he was fully naked and she was reminded of the burn growing in her lower stomach. She sat up as he looked for a condom by the bedside table, taking off her shirt that was still on while he rolled the rubber on.
Wonsik smiled sweetly at her then and she leaned in to kiss him, running her hands over his chest and down his abdomen, feeling the muscles under her hands tense.
“Get on all fours,” It sounded more like a question than an order when he said it, but she was more than glad to comply.
She pecked his lips one more time before turning over on her hands and knees. His hands went straight to her hips in a second, caressing her skin gently, and she mewled in pleasure before he slid his hands down towards her butt. He squeezed her flesh rather rough and she moaned, purposely loud, and moved her hips backwards towards him.
Wonsik wasted no time and positioned himself behind her, pressing the tip of his dick against her entrance before easing himself inside her. They both moaned in unison, the stretch familiar, but it’s been so long that she forgot how good it felt to be spread open like that. By the way Wonsik was grunting it was obvious he felt the same, his hands on her hips gripping her hard his fingers were digging into her flesh, like she might slip away if he let go.
“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath before pulling out only to thrust back in swiftly.
She gasped, her hands fisting into the sheets when she was rocked forward. Wonsik set a steady rhythm, pulling out before snapping forward once more; it took all in her to not fall apart right there. She was still sensitive from his previous play, every thrust sending chills through her body, making her vibrate.
He pushed into her particularly hard, and she let her chest fall against the mattress, the angle of his thrusts shifting and Wonsik sunk in deeper.
“Oh, shit,” She whimpered, burying her face into the pillow.
Groaning behind her, Wonsik slid one hand up her back and into her hair, pulling her head back and making her sit up between his legs, her back pressed against his chest.
“Do you think you can move on your own?” He whispered against her ear, his question more sarcastic than anything, and when she turned her head to look at him she could see his smirk, smug and hot. She would never say no to that.
He let go of her hair to wrap his hand around her neck, keeping her close while she braced herself on his thighs before steadily lifting herself to move her hips back against his cock. The growl that slipped from Wonsik’s lips spurred her on, and she shifted slightly to adjust the angle before pushing back.
She barely could move her hips a couple of more times before he thrust into her hard, making her gasp and almost losing her balance if it wasn’t for his hands, the one on her neck, the other firmly holding her hip. She felt so on edge, her body hot and weak for being pushed to the edge before. She almost choked when he rammed into her rough once more and she didn’t get a chance to even push back against him.
Wonsik trailed his lips along her jaw as she whimpered when his thrusts got relentless, and she gave up on meeting his hips, settling with just moaning and turning her head to the side to meet his lips. He bit on her bottom lip and tug at it, and she panted into his mouth, completely overwhelmed when he hit inside her so deliciously rough. She knew she wasn’t going to last long like that, the knot in her stomach so tight she felt like she was going to fall apart any second.
It took her by surprise when Wonsik sneaked his hand between her legs, stroking her clit with his fingers urgently. She sobbed, her legs starting to tremble and she clenched around him, making him draw out a loud growl. It was too much, she felt her climax almost taking over her body.
“Fuck, Wonsik, I- I’m going to cum-” She managed to pant, digging her nails into his thighs.
“Come for me, then,” He groaned near her ear, kissing her neck at the same time he slammed inside her hard, his fingers drawing circles between her legs.
She didn’t need much more than that. Her orgasm made her entire body shudder, and her mind went blank with pleasure, heat pulsing in her lower stomach as she moaned Wonsik’s name like a chant.
Her body didn’t stop shaking though as Wonsik continued to slide inside her. She was so sensitive that every one of his moves sent shocks through her. His hands went straight to her hips, holding her to prevent her from slipping away before he could reach his own climax. She moaned breathily, looking behind her to see his face, drenched and focused, and she clenched around him, enticing him.
“Come on, babe,” She whispered softly.
Wonsik smirked before dragging his lips across her cheek, cursing against her skin as he thrust into her a couple of more times. He came then, grunting and with his fingers on her hips digging into her flesh.
He slowly stilled, his hands crawling upwards towards her ribcage and wrapping his arms around her just under her chest, holding her close.
“I need to lie down,” She told Wonsik breathily, closing her eyes and lying her head on his shoulder. He chuckled softly, and he planted a loud mushy kiss on her cheek before easing her on the bed.
“Did I hurt you?” Wonsik asked, disposing the condom on the trashcan by the bed before lying down next to her, caressing her side.
“Of course not,” She replied, snuggling closer and wrapping her arms around his waist, “I would have used the safe word otherwise. But I can see that you really missed me.”
“Did you doubt it?” He asked, kissing her lips leisurely, stroking her cheek.
“Not at all,” She wasn’t even sure of what she was replying to, too distracted with his lips pressing against hers.
“Let’s look for something to eat,” He muttered, kissing her nose, “Then let’s stay in bed all day.”
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