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[loveandmurders]

My pride doesn’t keep me warm at night (Part II, Bo x female reader)

Hello everyone! This is the second part of a fic I wrote based on @fluffy-little-demon ‘s idea. You can find this first part here.

Here you have Bo’s POV so you’ll know more about what happened before and after the event of Part I. I’m planning on writing one last part where everything will be fluffy.

This time, it’s based on the song Standstill by Beth Crowley.

I really hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: angst and more angst, mention of break up, a few strong words, mention of murders, negative feelings such as jealousy and sadness, mentions of sexual activities with you and another girl, toxic masculinity from Bo

Bo stirred up this morning while looking for your body in the bed. His natural instinct was to bring you against his chest and to indulge himself into a few minutes more of cuddles before starting his day. He couldn’t admit how your affection was appeasing all his demons.

But like every morning for a while now, his bed was cold and empty. He groaned to himself as your absence woke him up, and he settled on his back before slowly opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling.

“Mornin’ to my fuckin’ useless self” he sighed and felt his throat clenched. He just wanted to wake up with you by his side one more time.

Just one fucking more time.

I guess it's my fault this time

I used to think that it was so important to be right

He got up, even if he didn’t want to. He had duties to do, he had a job to do, and more than anything he knew his day would be even worse if he simply stayed in bed, where you weren’t anymore.

It didn’t change the fact that he was angrier and more stressed out since you left. He was trying very hard to pretend that everything was alright, that he was glad you were gone because he didn’t love you anymore, because it wasn’t his fault if you couldn’t obey or act like you should have, if you couldn’t see he was right.

Deep down, he knew he was so wrong.

He knew the argument was mostly on him.

And he knew you were testing him because you needed to be reassured he cared about you.

And he failed the test like an idiot, and by failing, he lost you.

He sat at the kitchen table to eat a little, even if he really didn’t feel like eating either. It was so early. Too early. He only wanted to hear your teasing laughter as you would steal his toasts before he could eat them. He missed those domestic moments and he hated how memories of happiness would flash through his brain all the time. As if his mind was punishing him, as if he wasn’t feeling terrible enough already.

His ego was too strong to let him do the right thing, and he hated it too. If he called you, it would have meant he was weak and vulnerable, and he couldn’t be that.

So now he had to live without you.

So I didn't call you

Say "I'm sorry"

He was about to get to work with just a cup of coffee in his stomach when Vincent appeared. He barely greeted him and Vincent gestured toward Bo’s phone, like he did every time he was in the same room as his twin. Vincent just wanted things to go back to normal.

“Ya know I can’t call her.” Bo shook his head and Vincent groaned “She wanted to leave, so yeah, let’s be it. I mean I’ve better things to do than fightin’ for a girl… And now… Why’d I call her hmm? What could I tell her after all that time apart?”

“That you’re sorry” Vincent signed

“Sorry? Pff, ain’t sorry. She was nothin’ to me”

“Then why don’t you find her and kill her? She could tell everything to the police.”

“She won’t because… dunno... Just know she won’t, so no need to hurt her.”

“Oh yeah, she won’t because what? She still loves you? Or is it just because you still love her?”

“Shut up Vincent”

You wouldn't have answered

The damage was done

Bo got up and stormed out of the room. He went straight to his garage and he worked there all day, without caring about anything else. He was putting the music even louder than usual, trying to smother his own thoughts in the noises.

He was feeling better when he was killing because he could forget about you for a few instants.

And he could stop thinking how he should have called you already, or at least send you that stupid message. He had been ready to send you a text since the second you had left Ambrose but he hadn’t been able to press send. 

Like a freaking coward.

He tried to convince himself that it was over anyways, that you had realised how a man like him couldn’t deserve someone like you.

He thought you wouldn’t have answered your phone and you wouldn’t have answered his message anyways. 

You were done with him.

Even if he couldn’t find it in him to be done with you.

I should give you up

But I've hit a standstill a brick wall

He hated to feel that way, to feel like a coward and an arrogant idiot. And his brothers couldn’t stop talking about you. It was driving him crazy. Crazier.

Or maybe he was the one who couldn’t stop thinking about you, and his brothers knew because of his attitude?

After a whole day of hard work, he came back home, and he started a fight with Vincent right away. At some point, Vincent got so tired of him that he asked him to go have some fresh air outside. Vincent couldn’t stand Bo since you were gone because Bo was on edge all the time. 

At this instant, Bo received a message.

For a few seconds, he thought it might be you. And he calmed down instantly, hope blossoming in his chest. Maybe you wanted to come back home after all. Until he realised it was just that girl he met at your bar the other night. 

Vincent told him he was an idiot, that instead of answering this girl, he should text you.

Bo pretended to not listen, but he hoped that tonight you would finally show up at your bar where you usually went together.

He went there at least twice a week since you left, always hoping you would show up. But instead, he met girls, and for a little while he could pretend he had forgotten about you.

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

Bo was quick to shower and put on some clean clothes before leaving his house. It didn’t even feel like home now you weren’t coming back. His bed sheets had long lost your scent on them too.

Before leaving Ambrose, he saw Vincent signing to him, from the porch, that he was an idiot. Bo sent him a middle finger.

He knew he was an idiot, no need to remind him.

But Bo could feel it in his bones, that you would finally be at the bar tonight. Yes, you had to be there, and finally life would be better again.

And it was all he could think of when he kissed that girl and sat at her friends’ table. He tried to laugh with them, but his whole attention was on the door. He just needed to see you again, to make sure you were alright, to seduce you back in his embrace.

Yes, he would finally be able to go talk to you, or to send you a message. Or maybe, even better, you would be the one coming for him.

After all, you were the one who was always saying “I love you” in the relationship. You couldn't let go like that, right? 

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

And if you didn’t notice him, he hoped he would be drunk enough to send you that he still loved you, that he fucked up, that he wanted you back home. He could be drunk enough to tell you that he was sorry.

His ego wouldn’t be too happy about it, but at least you might agree to give him another chance. Hopefully he wouldn’t blow this one.

Fuck, he would bring you to the nicest restaurant he could find, and he would give you the perfect date night, and then he would propose to you.

The day you left, he had his mother’s ring in his pocket. Actually it had been months, he had this ring close by. He needed to have it close, because he didn’t know when he would feel brave enough to ask you to be his. Forever.

And even now you were gone, the ring was still by his side.

He hated himself for having been too proud to kneel in front of you and proposed to you.

And he hated himself even more that he was still too proud to let you know he needed you.

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

It had been an hour he was at the bar already, and he was slowly losing hope, once again. He started to think you would never come back to that bar, because the memories with him ruined it for you.

But then wouldn’t it mean that you were still thinking about him? Or it might simply mean you now hated him. Bo couldn’t stand this idea. You had to still love him, despite everything, because you were meant to be his wife. It was fate, and you couldn’t mess up with fate, right?

He almost jumped out of his chair when he saw you.

You were there, finally there.

If he hadn’t had another girl on his lap, nothing would have prevented him from being all over you again. 

Nothing, except his stupid ego.

Fuck, you were so pretty, such a perfect little snack. He would love to be in between your legs and to make you feel good like he knew he could. However, if you weren’t in the mood for that, he would have been satisfied with just one small kiss. Sometimes, he could still feel your lips against his or against his skin, and he wished he would have been much more tender with you.

He used to have a little goddess in his arms.

Now he had to kiss that other girl and to laugh at her lame jokes, like if he enjoyed her, when his whole attention was on you. Actually, he couldn't even follow the conversation anymore.

At least you were alone.

He would have lost it if you had brought a guy with you. He would have killed him. And you would have hated him for sure.

I heard you met someone else

I ask our friends about you

'Cause I just can't help myself

Lester told him he was pretty sure he saw you with a man in town the other day. Bo had instantly tensed up and had asked his kid brother all kinds of questions, trying to remember if he knew the guy or not. He also wanted to know if Lester was certain if it was a romantic relationship or not. Lester didn’t know, that was what he said.

Truth to be told, Bo wasn't even sure if Lester hadn't lied about this guy, just to make him react and push him to send you a message. Lester was always complaining that Jonesy was missing you and that he also liked to have a big sister around. He also moaned about how unhappy Ambrose was without you, and how Bo was a real asshole now you were gone.

And even if it was irritating Bo to no end, he couldn’t deny it.

Actually the more he thought about it and the more he believed there was someone else in your life now because Lester didn’t know how to lie like Vincent, so if he said so… 

Bo’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about you in the arms of another man or anyone else for the matter. It was obviously someone who would take better care of you than he ever did. Someone who wouldn’t be a killer. Someone who would be smart enough to propose to you before it would be too late.

I push down the feeling

That I'm breaking

And smile when they tell me

It's not going to last

The girl on his lap noticed he was looking at someone. She had felt how his attention had switched from her and she didn’t like it at all. She followed his line of vision to find you and she frowned.

“Ya know her?” she asked Bo who was brought back to reality right away. He arched an eyebrow at her before giving her his most charming smile, so she would stop asking questions.

“She’s my ex” he replied before taking a sip of his drink because, fuck, those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. How could you be his “ex” when you were his future?

“Oh, really? Well ya’ve got better tastes now cause she ain’t that pretty'' She commented and Bo had to use all his strength to remain calm. How could she talk like that about you? You were a goddess. He wanted to kill her. Gosh, he was going to be so rough with her once it would be time to fuck her.

“Let’s not talk ‘bout her” he finally said

“Then stop lookin’ at her” she smiled with poison lacing her voice.

Her friends started to tease her for being so jealous and they appeased the situation that way, as Bo’s attention went back on you. How could he stop watching you when you were the only interesting thing in this whole planet?

I just want you back

'Cause I've hit a standstill a brick wall

He wasn’t certain you had seen him already or not. He started to regret having that girl on his lap. It would have been a lot easier if he had been on his own. There was no way you would come over to him with all those people around, and even less with that girl playing with his hair.

When you finally turned your head towards him, he grabbed the girl’s face and pressed his lips against hers. She squealed in happiness at the attention and her friends both cheered and commented on the heated kiss. Bo had closed his eyes so he could pretend he was kissing you, because you were the only one he wanted to kiss.

However, Bo knew you had also quite a temper and he hoped you would react. Yes, if you were jealous enough, it was his only chance for you to come over. He would even have been happy if you slapped him. He deserved that, and then he could grab your wrist, bring you outside and make out with you against his truck. He would bring you back home, and he could finally know peace after months apart from you.

A little voice inside his head reminded him one more time: “ya’re an idiot”. 

Why would you be jealous when you were the one who left? 

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

When he stopped kissing her, he just had the time to see you finishing your drink, paying the barman and grabbing your bag before leaving.

No, no, no.

It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You were supposed to come, to be jealous. You were supposed to still be in love with him. Bo tensed up and the little voice inside his head became louder and louder. Did he fuck up his only chance to talk to you after all this time?

Why did he kiss that girl when you were the only one he wanted to kiss? He felt his chest becoming so heavy as if it was ready to burst out with despair. He needed to do something. Quick.

So he took his phone. He needed to send you a message. Yes, that was his only chance to make things right, even after that kiss.

His brothers always told him that he had a talent for screwing up what could truly make him happy, that he was autodestructive. He knew they were right, but he couldn’t keep fucking this up with you. 

He saw you opening the doors and leaving in the corner of his eyes, and his heart bled even more.

Did he lose you forever?

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

He opened his draft and started to correct the message he had prepared for you. He was changing it everyday, everynight, everytime the thoughts of you were becoming just unbearable. 

He was trying his best for the girl on his lap to not be able to read what he was typing away. She was too drunk to focus on the screen anyways. And now that you were gone, she didn’t feel in danger anymore. She was actually quite aroused, and she wanted to go to Ambrose so Bo could fuck her well.

She never understood why he was always insisting on turning the lights off though, but the sex was good so she didn’t complain much about it. She didn’t like how he was always pushing her out of his house early in the morning however. He never let her take care of his breakfast or cuddle with him. And she wondered why she wasn’t allowed to do so. Sometimes, she felt like the “other woman”. But she was too drunk to realise she truly was.

And as usual, when Bo brought her home, he hadn’t sent you the message and he turned the light off. He was rougher than usual though. She felt he was angry with her, somehow, and she finally told him to stop. And he did right away because her kisses and touches were now tasting bitter. She had no idea what was going on with him, and she didn’t like it.

She left in the middle of the night, happy she went to Ambrose with her own car. She wasn’t sure she would want to come back there ever again.

Are you lonely?

I get lonely too

Do you miss me?

Lately I've been missing you

Bo found himself staring at the ceiling one more time. He was almost glad the girl was gone. He really wasn’t in the mood for sex actually, because she wasn’t you. And because all his thoughts were on your reaction and your departure.

Seeing you leave for the second time… it was the loneliest feeling he ever experienced. Yes, he could be in a room full of people, but without you, it was just empty. Since you were gone, it was like a piece of his heart was missing.

Fuck, he missed you so so much. He felt like he was going to start crying and he hated this too much. He got out of bed, took a cold shower and went back to his garage. He worked all night, because it was the only thing that was allowing him to stop thinking about you, about how he fucked up, about how he wished he had brought you back home tonight.

Vincent went to see him around 5 am, quite worried for his brother. He forced Bo to sit down and to drink a glass of water. Vincent had never seen Bo looking so terrible, but he didn’t dare to ask what happened. Bo saw the questions in his twin’s eye and he looked away as he answered:

“She was at the bar. But she left when she saw me kissin’ that girl. And I guess I was too harsh with that bitch when I fucked her so she left too. Not that I care” Bo explained and Vincent put a hand on his shoulder.

“You really should send her a message”. Vincent said

“Who?”

“You know who. If she left, it means it hurt her to see you with someone else”.

“She’d be stupid to let someone like me hurt her. Yeah, she’s too smart for that. She probably just not wantin’ seein’ my stupid face”

Are you happy

Like I'm trying to be?

Have you moved on

Or do you ever think of me?

Vincent gave Bo a very weak smile before convincing him to come back home for a few hours of sleep. Bo was too tired to fight anymore. He did hope Vincent was right though; maybe you still thought about him, maybe it hurt you to see him with another girl.

It didn’t appease Bo a lot because it would mean you were sad because of him, and it was something that was breaking his heart all over again. He didn’t want to be the worst thing that ever happened to you.

He should have told you he loved you all the time he didn’t answer back.

He went back to bed, and he had no idea how he could ever be happy again after tonight. Even if it had hurt you to see him with another girl, you hadn’t acted on it. So you probably had moved on, when he just couldn’t.

“Was supposed to make ya happy.” he whispered to himself as he looked at the empty side of his bed. “And ain’t wantin’ ya to find someone who could treat ya better. I’d treat ya so well if ya came back” he whispered again. “And I should’ve told ya all this tonight” he sighed “Piece of shit” he insulted himself.

He finally fell asleep, but it wasn’t a very good one.

'Cause I've hit a standstill a brick wall

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

 After a few hours, Bo was already up and about in the kitchen. Vincent begged him to try and reach for you today, because it couldn't continue like that. And thanks to the lack of sleep, Bo sat at the kitchen table and thought he could try to send you something indeed. It sounded easy enough.

However it had been over half an hour, and he still hadn’t pressed the button “send”. He had been reading over and over again his message, but still couldn’t find it in him to send it. He lost himself in his thoughts until a loud noise came from the basement and he instantly got up.

“Vince, ya ok?” he asked before going downstairs to check on his twin. Even if Bo wasn’t feeling the best lately, he still cared very much about his family. He already lost you, he would never stand to lose anyone else.

While Bo was downstairs, Lester came into the house, with his last food shopping. He put the brown bags on the kitchen table before noticing Bo’s phone laying there. Your name grabbed his attention, and he carefully read the message Bo had prepared for you. Lester rolled his eyes at his brother’s words but, at least, you would know how he truly felt. Lester looked at the open basement door, and before Bo could see him, he quickly pressed the button. 

He watched the screen until the little word appeared under the message.

Sent.

Lester disappeared from Ambrose as fast as possible, a wild grin across his face. He couldn't wait for his big sister to be back home. And he trusted Bo to marry you this time.

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

Bo finally went back to the kitchen.

He was surprised to see all the bags waiting for him on the table, and he called for Lester. He was quite confused and pocketed his phone without looking at the screen, only looking around for his kid brother. He really didn’t understand what happened. He shrugged before busing himself with dinner. That way, he could “forget” about sending you a message.

It was only when he went back to bed, in the middle of night, that he opened his draft again…

He frowned as the message wasn’t there anymore, and he wondered if he hadn’t deleted it by accident. He opened the chat he had with you, just in case…

“Fuck me” he mumbled as he saw the message had been sent. He cursed himself and felt like a loser for this. You were going to find him so pathetic, weak, vulnerable, clingy. And an asshole for the way he treated that girl and you. He had never told you that kind of thing before, he had never been that bare in front of you. He was panicking. He had always wanted to look strong for you, and he was worried you would find him very unattractive in this instance, even if you were finally getting what you had truly wanted all that time.

Bo didn’t know when or how the message had been sent, his ego way too busy with trying to find a way to delete it. His mind wandered toward Lester though, until everything stopped. He held his breath.

Read.

Shit, you had seen the message. 

Shit, you were typing.

“Call me” and Bo didn’t need to be said twice.

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

But your voice did.

PART III

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[dejwrites]

SPOTTED — msby black jackals volleyball star atsumu miya following pop princess (y/n) around like a poor innocent puppy. seems like the twin’s tail is stuck in between his legs now that princess (y/n) sank her teeth into him. #hisfriends&hisdadhateher

— atsumu miya x reader ( corruption kink, nepotism child!reader, singer!reader, dom!reader, sub!atsumu, handjob, mean!reader, manipulation, sexist jokes, reader calls atsumu 'tsumu', mentions of pubes, gaslighting, spit kink, bathroom sex )

theme song(s): crybaby, megan thee stallion ft da baby + dark red, steve lacy

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

YOU STOOD WITH SUNGLASSES ON AS YOU WERE WAITING FOR ATSUMU TO PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT. You felt annoyed at the fact that you were stuck at the airport for over forty-five minutes, hoping no one recognized you as you sipped on coffee and went through your social media pages and other websites. Particularly Gossip Girl, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and remember the post they wrote about you. How could they say those things about you? And people were agreeing with it. Perhaps your post wasn’t as bad as that supermodel Hakkai’s post. They called him a manwhore that can’t walk straight. 

You don't understand people sometimes. Why was it that it was okay to write those things about people like them? But when you said something back, you were the bad guy? You were the one labeled as a bitch or hard to work with. It made you laugh. Being one of the most popular pop singers in the world became more stressful considering the bizarre comparison with stars like Dua Lipa and Ariana Grande. And guess who was seen as the tyrant between you three? You. 

Your phone started to ring and you saw your manager calling you, you answered it with a quickness. “I still can’t believe you decided to go to freakin’ Japan. Even though his friends hate you,” Your manager said.

“Do they hate me? If they did, they would have made him dump me,” You responded bluntly. 

“You have that much of a charm on the guy,” Your manager said.

“I wouldn’t say that, he has a charm on me also,” You said. You found yourself smiling a bit even thinking about your boyfriend. 

“Just don’t let your temper get the best of you. They don’t know the real you,” Your manager explained.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, I won’t. I mean, it’s just dinner with his friends.” 

“And dinner with your famous volleyball player's friends can be intense, especially considering his family already don’t like you.” Your manager soon adds.

“Okay in my defense, I think they’re just upset he’s been spending more time with me than them. I can’t control that,” You bluntly admitted. 

You heard your manager let out a chuckle, “Everything isn’t about you hun,” They admitted.

“Gossip Girl says otherwise. That website is spreading lies about me and because small-minded people rather read gossip, of course, they’re going to believe that page over me. Do you know how embarrassing it is having Jimmy Kimmel make a joke about who I slept with? That’s why I’m the bitch I am today. Perhaps women should be angry some more, maybe just maybe misogyny would be banished if we were a little angrier,” You ranted.

You could hear your manager let out a sigh. “Just enjoy dinner with Atsumu’s friends and please behave. I’m running out of ‘Y/N is deeply sorry’ basket ideas to give out and the label is tired of giving out hush money,” Your manager warned.

You glanced up seeing Atsumu walk toward you and you couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a smirk. “Tsumu’ here, I’ll behave.” You quickly said before hanging up.

Those were the last words you told your manager before hours later you found yourself clutching at the bathroom sink trying to consume your anger. You inhaled sharply and exhaled. You even did the counting trick your infamous actress of a mother taught you to do when your emotions were getting the best of you. You didn’t expect to meet Atsumu’s friends today, but here you were in his brother’s restaurant hiding away after a comment was made about your embarrassing interview a couple of weeks ago. 

You chewed at your tongue to spit out harsh words, but instead, you pushed yourself from the table to excuse yourself to the ladies' room. “Everything is going to be okay, just take a deep breath. You do—”

Your words were cut off by your boyfriend’s voice, “You don’t have to snap at everyone. That’s the reason you’re labeled as a bitch in the first place.” He finished. 

You looked at him as he slowly crept his way into the room being sure to make sure no one saw him. You rolled your eyes at him before going back to washing your hands for what seemed like the third time. 

“You’re okay?” Atsumu asked.

“Of course, I’m not.” 

“It was just a little joke Y/N.”

“But jokes are supposed to be funny. It wasn’t funny. I already have the world constantly trying to berate me, I don’t need your friends doing it also,” You sneered. “They don’t like me.” 

Atsumu was quiet for a second, his lips parted to speak but you interrupted him quickly. 

“And you didn’t even bother to defend me. So much of a boyfriend you are?” You snapped. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin’ stubborn and acting like a diva then they’ll like you! It was a harmless joke, which he apologized for right after. You’re just on edge because of that Gossip Girl post.” Atsumu argued. “The way you’re acting right now, clearly shows people what the blog is saying is true.” 

His words cut you like a harsh knife as you looked at him. You were so shocked at his words, that you didn’t know what to say. You could feel how intense the moment was between the two of you after the harsh words that were spread between the two of you. You never expected Atsumu to raise his voice at you, he had never done that before. You could even tell it took him by shock. Like clockwork, instead of acknowledging Atsumu’s words, you ignored them. You’ve noticed you did that a lot, completely ignored his side of an argument. Afraid to admit that you were wrong. 

Your lips pouted out as you looked at him, “Tsumu, I’m ready to go home. Can we go?” You innocently asked. You leaned up to place subtle kisses against his chiseled jawline. 

“But babe—“ His words were cut off when he felt the palm of your hand rub against his crotch. 

“Please.” Your voice oozed with manipulation, your lips placed a peck on Atsumu’s lips.

“I just think we need to cool down from the situation,” You said lowly as you stepped closer to him. 

“And we need to go home to do that?” He questioned. “You just don’t want to be around my friends.” 

“Why would I want to be?” You asked out loud. “I have nothing in common with them.” 

“They’re a part of me. I’m not saying you have to act just like them or like the same things they like. I would just appreciate it if you guys got along,” Atsumu explained calmly. 

You thought about it for a second as you met his gaze. He was giving you that same puppy dog look he gave you when he wanted something. His thick eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed the same pout that was plastered on your face. 

“Fine but first,” Your head motioned to the stall. Now it was time for you to pout again. 

“Seriously? You want to do it here, in my brother’s restaurant bathroom?” Atsumu said. 

Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip as you were backing into one of the stalls slowly. Your index finger motion for the volleyball player to follow you. “At least let me make you feel good.” You suggested. 

Atsumu’s ears perked up like a dog hearing its favorite chew toy being squeezed. His feet glided against the bathroom floor as he followed you into the stall. Your lips instantly crashed into his once the stall door was closed and locked. It was insane how much you had a charm on the guy. Although, from the bottom of your heart you knew it was wrong. There were times when you said some things and did some things to get Atsumu practically eating out your palm. Only cause you were afraid that he won’t look at you the same. That he’ll look at you the same way the people who wrote horrible things about you looked at you. 

Your hand instantly went to undo his pants. Pushing them down slightly to release Atsumu out of his boxes. You were so eager to stroke his cock, wanting to feel the feeling of Atsumu’s dick growing hard in the palm of your hand. Not wasting any time as your fingertips stroked at his pink shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Atsumu lets out a relaxed sigh as he let his body slump against the bathroom stall. You would free your hand from his cock holding it up to his mouth. “Spit.” You simply said.

“What?” The volleyball player asked confusedly. 

“Just do what I say,” You urged. “Spit.”

You heard your boyfriend sigh before he’s spitting in the palm of your hand that previously was clutching his thick member. The wet substance pooling in the palm of your hand before you guide it to his dick. Atsumu’s dick was pretty. You loved giggling about it in your friends' group chat when you were off about six mimosas after brunch. Even on days where he didn’t trim, his dick still sat pretty when he was rock hard. The feeling of his cock hardening in the palm of your hand was amazing. If you weren’t a cocky superstar, you would even admit that it was a better feeling than holding your fourth Grammy. Although, he was more of a grower than a shower. When he was growing, he would grow. It was thick enough to have your lips gasp apart when he bottomed down inside you. His tip was a nice mushroom shape that looked pleasant when it glistened with precum. And he even jokingly would tell you that he and his twin brother Osamu have an identical vein on their cocks that seem to only appear when they’re hard. 

The pornographic sound of you stroking Atsumu’s cock bounced off the walls in the bathroom. You loved teasing your boyfriend a bit, deciding to flick your wrist in a slow-motion that caused his voice to get whiny just the way you like it. Occasionally when you gave him Lil teasing handjobs, he’ll even place those large hands over yours to help you guide his cock at a pace he wanted. When he did that, your panties instantly grew soaked at the action. But right now, you wanted to take it at the pace you wanted. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu whined as his hips bucked upward into your palm. 

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart beat faster before you flickered your wrist up and down his cock at the pace he liked. You watched as his face grew as red as the Chanel purse you carried today. He was a whining mess right in front of you and you were loving every moment of it. 

Despite the gossip articles about how you didn’t care for Atsumu. That you were only dating him for popularity. No one knew that you could read the volleyball player like a book. You knew him, you knew his mind, and of course, you knew his body. You knew that the lower part of his abdomen always quivered when he was about to cum. His hips always buck recklessly just so he can shoot thick strings of cum either inside you or on you. The heat of the moment in the small bathroom stall was so intense, that you could see Atsumu’s eyes water with tears of pleasure as he let out a breathy moan. His head fell back to be met with the stall walls. “Y/N, fuck—“ his words were interrupted by the sound of the women’s bathroom door being pushed open.

Your free hand instantly clasped over Atsumu’s mouth, shushing the moans that he wanted to spit out. The two of you could hear two women chattering in the bathroom, most likely touching up their makeup. Your wrist flickered up and down in a slow-motion that caused Atsumu’s chest to cave inward. He was trying to control his breathing so he wouldn’t cum just yet.

“Go ahead and cum, I don’t care.” You whispered as you were pooling up all the saliva in your mouth. “You’re so close to cumming baby and I would hate to leave you like this.” 

You would give your boyfriend a flirtatious wink as you would then let your spit out your mouth to drop on Atsumu’s cock. The wetness hitting his cock and your hand to add more lubrication to it. You continued to work Atsumu’s cock, hand gliding up and down in a quick motion as he squirmed in your touch. 

“Did you see Y/N at that table? I can’t believe that guy is with her. The tabloids say she’s a horrible person.” You heard one of the women say.

Your ears grew hot hearing your name fall off their tongue, but you didn’t stop jerking Atsumu off. Especially given that his eyebrows were curled together and his face was growing red indicating that he was about to cum. 

“You should give your number to one of his friends so they can give it to him. I’m giving maybe a month or a week before they break up.” The other woman said, letting out a giggle.

You felt Atsumu’s body tense up and your thumb instantly placed on the one hole that was stopping the thick creamy substance from oozing out his cock. His eyes grew big at the move you made, you never denied him of his orgasm. Not like this.

“I want to hear what she says,” You whispered, your head motioning to the woman behind the closed stall door.

“Hmmm, I would look better on his arm than her.” The woman laughed. “We should do that, let’s go.” 

Just in time, you let go of Atsumu’s cock and your hand freed itself from covering his mouth. Atsumu let out a loud groan of pleasure as his hips bucked into your hand letting his cum shoot out effortlessly. You could hear scandalous gasps behind the stall before you’re unclenching yourself from Atsumu’s cock and coming out the stall.

Your head held high as you pushed in between the two now silent women to wash Atsumu’s cum off your hands. You didn’t say a word as you dried your hands and soon wet a couple of paper towels. You walked over to the stall Atsumu most likely was embarrassingly sunken in, giving him the paper towels to clean himself up with before he soon was stumbling out the stall line a hormonal teenager wanting more. 

The two women's eyes grew big as they scattered to leave the room, one instantly going to text on her phone. Your lips curled into a smirk as you turned to look at Atsumu, your lips curling into a smile.

“Can we go home now Tsumu?” You once again asked as you stepped forward to fix the pants he was wearing. He had forgotten to zip his zipper and while doing the small task, you were sure to let your fingertips graze over his crotch. 

“Sure, just let me go say bye to the guys first. You can just wait in the car,” Atsumu stuttered out. His face is shaded with a bright red color before he’s leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

You would give him your infamous smile before twirling around to leave the bathroom with him. You always will have Atsumu wrapped around your fingers, no matter what Gossip Girl said, his friends, your friends, anyone. Just as you made your way to the exit, you knew everyone was glancing at their phone at the sudden Gossip Girl post.

SPOTTED — Our favorite pop singer Y/N still has her boy toy wrapped around her fingers. Too bad Atsumu friends, she’s here to stay.

XOXO, Gossip Girl 

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: ̗̀➛ Yandere!ENHYPEN's reaction to: accidentally killing their S/O Pt. 1

❁ Genre ⇛ Angst, Yandere

❁ Warning ⇛ Death, suicide, cursing

❁ Requested ⇛ Yes

❁ A/N ⇛ Request are closed! I'll be taking more time to complete the tons of request that I currently have due to me retaking my exams and planning a little something for y'all 👀 I also have my tag list open! This is a bit more lengthy than I planned, but oh well. Anyways, hope you have a fantastic day/evening/night~

MASTERLIST

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Lee Heeseung ¦ 이 희승 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Apparently you had been disrespecting him a bit too much for his liking recently, all of this adding to the fact that you were not reciprocating any of his affection whatsoever or even being nice to him. And today he had enough, he already had a bad day at work and he would have loved to have a loving S/O comforting him, instead he got you, being all irritable. Something in him snapped, within minutes you were now in that horrible attic of his, being punished and beaten up in every way you could think of.

He was in such rage, he didn't even notice your pleas and cries for help and for him to stop, he didn't notice that at one point you started to not respond anymore, that you didn't react or breathe anymore it wasn't until 20 minutes that he noticed your strange behaviour. He tried talking to you but after 5 minutes he gave up. He got down to your level and he finally picked up on how you weren't breathing anymore. Je immediately panicked and did his best to make you come back to life, but to no avail.

“Please, please Y/N come back to me. I-I promise I'll never ever hurt you again, ok? Justー please..” He pleaded in void, violently shaking and sobbing, knowing fully well that you'd probably never come back and that it was all his fault.

The guilt and the heartbreak would be eating him, he wouldn't even be able to function properly without you. He'd beat himself up for doing such an horrible act. He couldn't even fulfil his duty, the duty that came with him being your boyfriend, he couldn't protect you properly, he instead ended your life in one of the worst way possible. And the guilt that came with it would be the reason of his downfall.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Park Jay ¦ 박 제이 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Recently you were under a lot of stress because of Jay, his work was making him come home more irritable and angrier than before which meant that he'd be harsher on you than usual. It was already hard enough for you to keep up with him, but these days it was like his bad mood had been multiplied by 100. And by trying to keep up with his mood you ended up doing more bad than good, you weren't dealing with the stress correctly and it showed in your actions by making small mistakes a little too often for Jay's liking, which meant that you'd get punished more often for things that in the past you probably wouldn't get punished for and since it was so often, your health has deteriorating. It wouldn't take you long before you'd pass out or fall into a deep coma, but unfortunately, Jay didn't notice how your health was declining and he didn't stop disciplining you when he saw fit.

Today was the day where your body should have been resting and taking a break from all the constant abuse, yet you broke a pile of plates and you knew how it was going to end up. Once Jay found out about your misstep you were done for.

After minutes that felt like hours of yelling and scolding, Jay had enough of the fact that you barely reacted, he failed to understand that it was because of the exhaustion and all of the pain that you were going through that caused it, but to finally gain a worthy reaction from you, he decided to have a little fun.

It honestly didn't take you much time before you were no more. It only took you minutes.

Jay noticed quickly took notice of how your whimpers weren't to be heard anymore and how you weren't moving too. He got to your level, praying that you only passed out, only to see that you weren't breathing anymore. He freaked out, but he sadly had to accept after a few minutes that you weren't coming back for him. He felt guilty, but he managed to find a way to blame everyone but him and you for your death.

As a result he ended up killing more people from his job for making him pissed off and leading to your death, he was very cruel when killing them. And after all the people he blamed were now dead, he wasn't satisfied, at all. He was just as and if not more miserable than before.

He spent the rest of his life reminiscing his life and “happy” memories with you until he also breathed his last.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Sim Jake ¦ 심 제이크 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

He didn't mean it, he truly didn't. He just couldn't control his anger towards his work that was building up in him, he never meant to lay a single finger on you, ever. It was only a misstep. He truly wished he could go back to where he was, in a world where you were still alive and well and still loving him as much as he did.

His boss kept adding more and more hours on his schedule, some of his co-workers were annoying him constantly. And today maybe you said the wrong words at the wrong time or did the wrong actions at the wrong time, you didn't even get the chance to know. Before you knew it Jake was ranting angrily about everything and nothing to you, his aggressiveness was seriously scaring you.

“Jakeー Pleaseー Calm down a little yeah?” You tried to tell him, which only angered him even more.

“What do you mean calm down?! CALM DOWN?! When I've been going through all this shit? You can't understand since you have such a perfect life huh? Can't believe I'm giving you this perfect life and you're thanking me by being so insensitive and selfish. You're just soー” He let out a growl before the nearest object he could put his hands on. Which was, a knife. And he just throwed it without even thinking about what could happen. The knife directly landed in your forehead. You screamed in shock and in pain before falling to the ground to the sight of all of the blood dripping. Jake immediately came to your side tears already falling. He tried everything and he even called the ambulance only to be told that there no chance of you surviving.

The culpability he was feeling was immense and he couldn't even go out of his house. Eventually, within months, the pain and heartbreak drove him to the edge and he committed the tragic act of ending his own life.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Park Sunghoon ¦ 박 성훈 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

He did threaten to kill you multiple times, but it was only bluff and he never actually thought of ever killing you. You also wanted to believe that he was too crazy for you to kill you but seeing how horribly he treated you at times it wasn't so hard to believe after all.

You never meant to do any mistakes or never meant to anger or annoy him in any way, shape or form and you always made sure that he knew that, yet it wasn't enough. In fact it was almost never enough seeing how frequently you'd get punished.

Today was a week where you knew you should at least try to be at your best, even if that meant that you needed to pretend that you felt any sort of empathy or sympathy towards him and his frustrations. But once again, it wasn't enough. And as a result you ended up leaving the world too early.

Today he wouldn't stop being unnecessarily mean and irritable, you did your best dealing with all of it, but you ended up being pissed too. And soon, you too ended up being more pissed than you should for little things that usually didn't matter. After some of his outbursts, you sometimes found yourself slightly messing up some things which caused you to curse under your breath. Sunghoon took it the wrong way and thought you were cursing him.

And that's how you ended up arguing, you probably shouldn't have argued back, maybe that would have let you live a little longer, but you had enough and you couldn't help but fight back. As he had enough of you, you never argued back, he tried to drag you downstairs, but his aggressiveness and lack of precision made him throw you down the stairs violently, your head hitting the pointy part of a table in the process.

You barely had time to open your eyes completely before succumbing to darkness forever. Sunghoon, he, was frozen in his place. He couldn't believe what he just did, and maybe if he was more reactive then you would have survived, but he just stayed there for a few minutes until your last breath.

Later, the guilt of letting you die would be eating him from inside. And from that moment on nobody ever heard from him ever again.

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What it is like to get into an argument with your elven s/o

Elrond:

- Arguments with Elrond are usually about your increasing worries about the return of Sauron or Elrond being quite protective of you such as not letting you join him in killing orcs.

- Elrond is not one for arguments, always keeping a level head and not wishing to raise his voice, even for a moment.

- If you raise your own voice, Elrond just watches silently which can make you worse, angry that he is not reacting to your emotions and talking to you.

- Elrond in arguments can blank you like he is waiting for you to just finish talking so he can go back to work. This of course makes you angrier, the fact he is not doing anything to calm you or reassure you.

- The argument usually ends with Elrond having enough and leaving the room. You end up sitting and crying, your anger was gone and shame replaces it.

- Elrond goes out into the gardens and relaxes himself and figuring out what to say before returning to your shared rooms.

- You lay your back to the door so quietly Elrond goes and sits, placing his hand on your shoulder. You will apologise for shouting and Elrond shushes you, saying that he was the one who refused to talk to you about your valid issues.

- You get up and lay in his arms, after a while of silence you gently talk about what you were arguing about and come to a conclusion.

Thranduil:

- Arguments with Thranduil start about him being unessesorally jealous, you not doing something which he wanted you to do or anything else as Thranduil can be a short fuse, especially when he has drunk wine.

- Immediately Thranduil gets angry, ranting at you about whatever it was which made him mad. You just sit there, taking it until you either shout back at him and or start crying. Thranduil however doesn't stop when this happens, carrying on.

- You finally decide to leave when you have had enough of Thranduil, leaving with tears flowing from your eyes. Thranduil just watches you go, a sneer on his lips.

- You don't keep track of where you run to, just feel through the empty back halls until you finally stop and catch your breath, tears falling down your face.

- Thranduil meanwhile will bask in his anger for a little longer before it melts away and he realises what he has done and guilt falls upon him. He enlists the help of a few of his aids to find you and take you back to him.

- Slowly you go back when you are found. Your tears by now have gone, replaced with an empty feeling as you trudge back to your husband who immediately pulls you into a hug, squeezing you close to him and muttering apologies into your ear as he holds you close to him.

- He asks for your forgiveness, worried that you would not give it, but you do and he sighs in thankfulness, glad that you did not hate him for his mistake.

Lindir:

- Arguments with Lindir are always about you risking your life on the battlefield, Lindir's worry turning into stress as you come back with an injury. He blows up the small injury and demands that you stop working in the orc hunting party.

- You of course roll your eyes as Lindir becomes progressively more uptight and stressed until he shouts at you. This of course makes you jump in surprise, never hearing Lindir shout before. He immediately realises his mistake and tries to stop you as you leave the room, apologies flooding from his mouth.

- Lindir kicks himself for not keeping composure and goes after you, finding you in the library, tucked away in the corner. Slowly he comes towards you, apologising profusely for raising your voice to you and trying to stop you from doing your duty.

- You hug him, knowing how his worry would consume him if you did not say anything or walk away and say you forgive him.

- Lindir nods, still apologising and saying he wouldn't again shout at you, his guilt bub;bling over to make him a mess of apologies, even after you had forgiven him. You kiss him to stop him talking and tell him he doesn't need to worry and that you are safe with the other elves in your fighting party.

Haldir:

- Your arguments usually stem from how little time you get to see him as he is away most of the time protecting the borders. You understand that it is his job and that he does it to protect you and everyone else, however, this thought doesn't take away the pain of not having him around for much of the time.

- Haldir will not understand your sadness about this, seeing his duty to guard the borders and will get very offended that you even suggest that he should lose some hours. Haldir will get annoyed and will leave the room to spend time thinking. He is very stubborn and set in his ways but he doers realise that you would feel lonely without you, your husband with you less than once a week.

- Haldir returns with a little gift of a flower or gem as a way to apologise. You are on the bed, crying into your pillow, thinking that you were just a burden for him.

- Haldir places a hand on your back and gently runs your back in silence. Slowly you turn and he joins you on the bed, he placed the thing into your hand and apologises. He will tell you his thoughts through it so you understand and he promises to ask for fewer hours.

- You hug Haldir, forgiving him and the next day he is talking to Lady Galadriel for about fewer hours.

Arwen:

- Arguments with Arwen start with you risking your life while fighting orcs. Because Arwen doesn't fight on the front line with you and her father she always gets terrified when you go out for an orc raid.

- You had sustained an injury and her worry bubbled over to annoyance while healing your arm being snappy with you and demanding you be more careful. You had never seen this side of Arwen and furrowed your forhead. You say you need to but Arwen huffed, saying you could just join her in the reserves.

- You refuse and she decides to order you as the Lady of Rivendell to stay with her. You refuse again, crossing your arms annoyed at her. She orders again, more firmly, raising her voice at you. You leave, even if she is still healing you, not wishing to hear her any longer.

- You go to your horse, sitting by it and trying to not let tears flow because of the argument. Arwen meanwhile breaks down, terrified for you, she wants to keep you safe but she hurts you. When Arwen calms down she goes and finds you, looking in all the usual spots you would be.

- She joins you and in silence hugs you, whispering her apologies into your ear as she holds you close to her. You promise to be careful and always come back to her and Arwen thanks you.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

[mythiccheroacademia]

What You Fight About

part 2

A/N: just something I thought about

Headcanon: what you two would fight about the most

Warnings: toxic behaviors, yelling, cursing, angst

Midoriya Izuku:

his absence

being the number one hero is demanding

it’s also been his dream since he could remember

you understood that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate you when he’d disappear for days at a time

izuku tries to balance his job and home life

but it isn't enough

~~~

You and Izuku don’t fight much. In fact, you never really do. You’re both so compromising that disagreements rarely happen.

But when your kid is involved, that complacency slips away. Even when it comes to one another.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Honey, why won’t you just listen to me?” he begged, but the irritation in his tone gave it more sharpness than he intended. “[S/N] doesn’t need the tutor. It’s just the teacher.”

You began to pick up the leftover toys from floor more so to expel pent up energy rather than to simply clean. You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Excuse me?” Midoriya snipped. His eyes followed you as you discarded the toys and crossed your arms beside the couch, finally giving him your attention. “I think I know my own son, Y/N.”

Izuku cared so much for your child and you knew that. But that underlying message your brain processed within his words pissed you off.

“And you think I don’t?”

“I just don’t think you’re giving him enough credit.”

An incredulous laugh left your lips before they moved into a frown. “He’s failing 4th grade, Izuku. We can’t move him to a different classroom every time he gets a bad grade. At some point, we have to take responsibility! He needs the extra help!”

“You just don’t understand,” the hero muttered, running a hand through his hair.

What he said shouldn’t have set you off, but it did. Everything suddenly flooded your head. All the stress you had to deal with alone bubbled up your throat and exploded.

“No, you don’t understand!”

“Yes I do!”

“How!? You’re barely in his fucking life anyways!”

It went silent shortly after that.

The outburst felt good, but the aftermath made your squeeze with guilt. Izuku’s frown softened into shock before melting into something deeper than pain.

Once your words finally processed through your head, you immediately tried to take it back.

“Izuku, I didn’t mean that—”

“Yes you did.”

You thickly swallowed and averted your eyes to the floor. He was right. You did. You’d been wanting to say it for so long, but this wasn’t the way you planned to deliver those thoughts.

Your gaze moved back to your husband once he gathered his duffle bag and slid on his shoes.

“Baby,” you sighed, your voice much softer than before. It was almost insane how easily the anger left you. “Where are you going?”

You wilted with his next words. “I’ll stay over at the agency. To give you some space. We’ll talk more after we’ve both cooled down,” he sadly smiled.

Despite the hurt silver-lining his green eyes, Midoriya softly held your chin and kissed your forehead. Something he always did when your disagreements didn’t end on a good note. As if to reassure you that, even though he was upset, he still loved you all the same.

And that just made you feel worse.

“’Zuku—”

“Don’t worry about [S/N]. I’ll take him to school tomorrow.” He paused to look you in your eyes. “I love you, always.”

“I love you too,” you quietly resigned and watched him disappear behind the front door leaving you to let your head fall into your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki

his jealousy

bakugo is confident in many areas of his life

it’s one of his qualities that won you over

but he still had those tiny insecurities that showed up in large ways

aka losing you

and he had no idea how to handle it

~~~

The alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea considering Bakugo was already noticeably pissed on the way to the house party. But everyone assumed it was just another one of his moods he’d get over sooner or later. He wasn’t a drinker, but a beer or two usually loosened him up.

However, your friends looked at each other with worry behind the door to the room you two were in. Despite the party lights and booming stereo, they could hear the angry muffled yelling you two were doing.

You were 100% drunk, but you were 110% sure this man was telling you to stay away from your friend. Your best friend.

“If it’s one thing you have, it’s the audacity,” you sassily quipped.

“I’m not fucking playing around with you, Y/N,” Bakugo snapped with too much bite than you cared to hear. “I want you to stay away from that two-bagged eyed bastard!”

“You always do this! Shinsou’s my friend!”

The redness in his ears wasn’t only from the drinks as his nostrils flared with barely contained irritation. “Friend my ass. You didn’t see the way he was looking at you, and that fucker had the nerve to grab you in front of me!”

“He was moving me out of the way!”

“He fucking felt you up is what he did!”

You smacked your teeth, entirely done with the argument. You weren’t getting anywhere. “Now you’re just being delusional.”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out in a desperate attempt to calm himself. A feat even he was surprised about considering the situation. He tried so hard to not be as explosive, to reign in his emotions, for you. But his jealousy burned hot within his veins.

“Y/N. I’m asking you, as your man, to put some distance between you and Shinsou,” he lowly warned.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Like hell I will. Hitoshi’s been here longer than you have by years. I’m not gonna drop him just because you feel insecure.”

That withered away any form of self-restraint Katsuki had left. He felt exposed and hurt. And dealt with that the best way he knew how.

His hazy brain clouded over with anger and he went on the defensive.

“I bet you want him.”

“What? No I don’t?”

“You’re probably sleeping with him behind my fucking back,” he dryly laughed. “Am I not good enough anymore? Is that it?”

You were quickly sobering up. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Of course not! I’m not a cheater!”

“Then why won’t cut him off, damn it!?”

Your voices rose in volumes too high for comfort. The crackle in his palms didn’t scare you one bit, but it was enough for Kirishima and Mina to come in and try to separate you two.

You ignored their pleading and the two of your found each other in the other’s face.

“Why are you so jealous!?”

“BECAUSE HE’S TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!”

“NO HE’S NOT!

“IT’S SO EASY FOR YOU TO DEFEND HIM AND PROBABLY JUST AS EASY FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS—"

A resounding slap cut him short. That seemed to snap him out of whatever alcohol induced rage he was in. However, Bakugo only had a moment to register your expression of disgust before Kirishima pulled him away.

“Fuck you, asshole” was the last thing you said before Mina lead into the hallway.

Kirishima watched his friend’s breathing turn ragged with each puff.

“Come on, man. Let’s just—”

“FUCK!” Katsuki roared before throwing a nearby water bottle to the floor. He fisted his hair and clenched his teeth.

He messed up. Big time.

And as upset as he was with himself, he couldn’t help but be even angrier at the thought of who you’d run to first.

Todoroki Shouto:

how blunt he is

he was a bit socially inept and you loved him for that

but sometimes, you get frustrated

todoroki does too because 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t understand why

when you get angry, he completely shuts down bc he doesn’t know how to handle it any other way

and it didn’t help that he was petty asf

~~~

“Okay.”

You looked up and folded your lips in a tight line. It was the same monotone answer he’d been giving you all day and it was getting on your nerves.

“Sho, baby, can you at least try and act like you somewhat care about this vacation we’re planning,” you said as sweetly as possible.

Although you were annoyed, you understood that things flew over your boyfriend’s head sometimes and, hopefully, a little nudge would point him in the right direction.

“I’m listening, prince(ss),” he dimly responded.

He didn’t bother to look up from the papers he was reading at the table and it made you huff. Folding up the magazine, you just stalked your way out of the kitchen.

“You know what? Don’t even bother. I’ll do it myself.”

That made Shouto look up. His brows furrowed in confusion and he caught your hand before you could completely pass by him. Why were you suddenly upset? He told you he was listening.  

“Hey, wait. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked.

You let him pull you in between his legs. He looked genuinely lost and it was enough to soften your exterior.

“I just feel like you don’t care sometimes,” you said, deciding to just be blunt.

“Huh?” he hummed. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…it just seems like you don’t have an interest in anything I have to say if it doesn’t involve hero work, your family, or something like that.”

Todoroki took offense to that. Of course he cared about what you had to say. He loved you. Just because he wasn’t gripping on to every word you spoke in mundane life didn’t mean he didn’t care.

There were ways to express his thoughts, but Shouto wasn’t always the best at gently doing it.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t agree,” he said.

You looked off to the side for a second before looking down at him. “Well that’s how I feel,” you retorted.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong.”

You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain himself. However, he just stared back at you as if there was nothing else left to say. The silence was sickening.

You snatched your hand out his grip. “Okay, Shouto,” you bit and left.

He hadn’t heard his first name in a while.

Your boyfriend dumbly blinked already feeling more lost. He didn’t understand why you were so angry.

He called Midoriya about it and was told he was being intolerant. The entire conversation honestly made him feel like an asshole and Todoroki didn’t like that at all. So he gave you some space before finding you in the kitchen again, this time equipped to right his wrongs—even though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he did.

He called your name once and instead of responding, you just kept going about your task. That sort of miffed him, but he tried again. This time, you hummed back but the tension behind it made him feel defensive for some odd reason.

“Can we talk about this morning?”

“What? Are my feelings suddenly valid to you now?” you sarcastically replied.

Todoroki raised a sharp brow at your attitude and decided he was over it already. Here he was trying to apologize, and you were being difficult. He wouldn’t fight with you over something so insignificant.

“Fine. When you’re done with your little tantrum, we can talk about this like adults.”

You’d never spun around so quickly. “Really, Todoroki?”

Last name basis. Petty.

But he was even pettier.

“Yes, really, [L/N].”

His half-lidded bored stare made your scalp prickle.

“Fine. Me and my little tantrum are gonna go somewhere and you can plan the vacation all by yourself like the adult you are.”

“Fine. I’d probably get it done faster anyways.”

You let out an offended gasp. “Fine!”

“Fine!” he tsked, crossing his arms.

You two looked away from one another and stomped out of the room in childish anger.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

Launch/Corridors revisit

We rewatched the first 3 eps of she ra s5 on stream!

I cannot stress how important the sound design of this show is. It is some top tier stuff, at least for cartoons - Season 5′s sound reminds me of Mass Effect. which I actually went back and played after finishing She-Ra because of how nostalgic the show made me feel for it. (Still havent done the ending, maybe this weekend, I wanted my friends to watch.)  

I missed the first ep, but I was there for “Launch” and “Corridors”.

  I feel kinda bad for Perfuma in “Launch”. Like, she’s trying. I mean, fuck the rope gag anyway, but Perfuma is a great ball of Stress. She was trying to be polite to Entrapta and eventualy snapped alongside the rest of the group.   

I’m also VERY interested in Scorpia’s feelings because she spent the entire ep looking like she wanted to say something but was too worried about getting involved in conflict. That’s a Bow moment for her.  The lack of statement from Scorpia perhaps made the fight at the end inevitable. .

Of course, Entrapta’s side of things is very.... yeah, it brought someone working on the show to tears and I can understand why. The way she isnt responding to things like they do, doesnt show the same doubt or remorse, so they get angrier and angrier and treat her like she has no feelings and she feels so terrible because she didn’t notice until it was too late as she’s so bad at reading people, and this keeps on happening and she feels it always will because of who she is, that is an autistic story. The fact Entrapta has to go through the monumentally difficult task of explaining how she feels, and everyone realises they fucked up. And Mermista running after her, it has always invoked some distant memory for me. More than anything else in the show could hope to do, besides maybe those early Adora episodes - it reminds me of when I was struggling to make friends with the cadets that I respected, and used to break down and run off, and the other kids would try to help even though they didn’t get it. They were good kids, but I was kinda not good at working with them.     

(Young Catradora also have vibes of that but I get so unreasonably angry every time I see/hear 8 year old Adora. I’m not sure if it’s the really bad child acting, or if it’s because Adora’s COMPLETE LACK OF UNDERSTANDING for how Catra feels reminds me way too much of my younger self.)  

I do feel like this scene could’ve done with more reinforcement later on - have a small scene where she genuinely bonds with one of the good guys, other than Wrong Hordak. Also maybe less wacky hijinks and ropes in this ep. But alas. I’m really glad, regardless of everything else, they got Entrapta’s POV across.   

(lol @ Bow seeing someone tear up and immediately starting to BAWL. he is so soft)

The scenes with Adora in this ep, the silent She-Ra form she just spoke to about her feelings on destiny, they were also great to watch and listen to again. I love that it was complete silence when she woke up, until Bow walked in, then Chaos started happening again, with Mermista SHRIEKING on the voice call for them to deck it to Darla, while Entrapta geeks out about finding glimmer and Bow is Stressed. I love it. 

Catra and Glimmer, for the first 3 eps (the scenes blur together in my head), ugh. These are the BEST INTERACTIONS IN THE SHOW, hands down. I don’t know. There is something so nuanced about how when they’re all stuck on the space ship together, they thirst so hard for a bit of familiarity that they are willing to turn to their gratest enemy for companionship.  

Catra and Glimmer have so much in common.  They have both nearly destroyed the world at this stage, they are both responsible for Prime being here today. And you can really tell  that the isolation is getting to them both, because they start bonding over Adora..  

I love the interactions between Catra and Hordak in this ep too. It’s... the last time they ever speak in the show. But the way Hordak is still so angry at Catra for what happened, he presumably thinks Entrapta’s dead or something, and he is more than willing to erase his memories, but is still... terrified. Like, Hordak has so many feelings about Catra, because of her betrayal and how they had been working together and he thought for a moment they could relate with each other but it turned out to be built on a lie, and if only he had figured it out sooner, figured out Catra’s deception rather than sulk about it like a teenage boy, he’d still have his friend.  

Catra feels... terrible about this. She has every right to hate Hordak, and yet still feels awful about what shes done to him and what Prime’s doing to him, and still nearly found comfort in him being present, until he hard rejected her and got traumatically mindwiped.  

The music that plays during these scenes, when Prime is onscreen, it is so terrifying. This continues to be the case through to the finale, but it’s especially effective here, before he has shown any vulnerabilities.   

And... Catra deciding to do her villain u-turn to rescue Glimmer, after bonding with her, feels really significant to me. I know she did it “for Adora”, but I find more meaning, personally, in recognising her ability to connect with someone other than Adora, even if she refuses to admit it.  

(The space ship scenes in this ep are SO FUNNY. I often cite the SPACE moment as the funniest scene in the show, and it’s largely because the surrounding scenes are so... tense that having Entrapta’s space fever finally get payoff after 4 seasons, with her having the happiest reaction ever, was so fucking funny. Bow losing it, and Adora being a total himbo, also have series-wide buildup for added comic relief. All we’re missing is Glimmer stabbing things... which we do get in this ep, so it’s fine.)

[capricorn-stark]

Protégé

pairing: red hood!jason todd x robin!reader, slow burn 

warning: swearing

a/n: for context, this is somewhat loosely based off of Battle for the Cowl (2009) which I definitely recommend as a read! 

There was something about falling that you would never, ever get tired of. 

Ever. 

Probably.

With the wind whistling in your ears, your hair floating up in a million directions, and your limbs seemingly weightless as the buildings and lights blurred into one endless streak of color, the rush of adrenaline that ran through your body right before your grappling hook shot out and you landed quietly on the concrete was about a million times better than any sparring session back at the cave. 

You grinned as you straightened, rather proud of the fact that you had actually managed to land so smoothly without nearly paralyzing yourself. Again.The landing was something you had been working on for a while now.

You could practically hear Bruce’s voice ringing through your head after your little stunt, lamenting on and on about how you had more important things to focus on during patrols, and you let out a sigh as you ran down the backway of the nearly empty streets. 

The heavy man who had been bound up with a decently made gag and one of Bruce’s fancy tech pieces (Batcuffs, maybe? Something else with Bat smacked in front of it?) grunted beside you. 

“What? Not like you had someplace to be.” You grabbed the back of his rather tacky-looking spandex suit to drag him along back to where your mentor was supposed to be.

Despite your (many) disagreements and his (many) criticisms of your hand-to-hand combat skills, attitude issues, and pretty much everything else relating to you, Bruce had actually still allowed you to go off on your own tonight. It might’ve been because he wanted a few hours of nothing but beating up petty criminals by himself for stress-relief, it might’ve been because he had started trying out that whole independence thing with you a little more (even though you were still only permitted to be about five blocks or so away), it might’ve been plot-convenience - but either way, you appreciated the gesture.

It didn’t take long for you to pull your new friend over to what should’ve been your rendezvous point with Batman, letting the man drop with a dull thud and a grunt of protest against the concrete as you glanced around for the other man. You weren’t particularly concerned by the fact that the Bat himself wasn’t there yet - after all, he was the goddamn Batman. He’d show up eventually. In the meanwhile, you decided to go over the information you had gotten on the criminal with you. 

Just for the sake of it. Bruce would make you go over it anyways.

“Drury Walker, thirty-two years old, found him trying to mug someone in a back alley and make an escape. Called himself…” you paused, looking down at his sorry-looking outfit for a few moments while he looked up at you with murder and vengence in his eyes. “...Killer Moth.”  

“Killer Moth?” A completely new voice repeated in disbelief, causing you to immediately whirl around to face them in a fight stance, heart racing at a million miles per hour. The guy in front of you had his hands up in the air, his face concealed with some sort of red knock-off Iron Man helmet. He was gonna get copyrighted by Marvel Studios. “Shit, sorry,” he started at the sight of you, still leaning up against one of the walls. “I was supposed to make a wholeass dramatic entrance, but you said his name was Killer Moth and that-” The man made a noise that was either a sharp cough or a laugh of some kind. “-sounded so fucking lame I couldn’t help myself.” 

Despite the fact that you were definitely in some sort of major trouble with this new guy, he really did have a point. Even Killer Moth himself would’ve been embarrassed by how trash his name was, if not for the fact that he looked like he was on the verge of an aneurysm - understandably so, since the new guy had produced not one, but two guns out of apparently nowhere. 

“And let me guess,” he continued, pointing one of them at your head, his tone still all-too light and easy. “You must be the Bat’s brand-new Robin.” 

Now this is where most people would've shut up and proceeded to be complicit with the dude holding two guns. But Batman hadn’t seen reason and made you his (sort of) partner because you were like other people. Hell no.

“Do I look like a traffic signal to you?” It had been the very first of your amendments with Bruce. You would not be fighting crime looking like a literal traffic signal or, at best, a clown from Haly’s Circus. And the tiny green shorts had to go. “Or Robin Hood?” The guy had a rather awkward pause where his gun sort of dipped. Killer Moth was looking between you with wide eyes. “Do I?” 

“I guess you kinda got a point.” You huffed and he raised his gun again, getting more in-your-face as his already angry-looking helmet somehow managed to look angrier. You weren’t exactly sure how a helmet could convey so much emotion. “But you work with Batman. And I heard you went by Robin.” 

Okay, so you couldn’t make him change the name, but you had agreed it would be more of an honorary thing.

“It’s complicated.” 

Using such a phrase as an excuse to escape from situations you didn’t want to go into was one of the many things you had learned from Bruce in your five months of training. Somehow, that seemed to trigger the guy further.

“So you do work with Batman.” 

Before he could do something actually insane, you had managed to push the gun pointed at your head away from you, using his brief second of surprise to take it out of his hands, kick him in the chest, and round back on him with it in hand. 

“And what about it?” 

As cool as you thought you might’ve sounded didn’t cover for the fact that you were still nerve-wracked about what was happening right then. Especially after the guy started to dramatically slow-clap like some sort of evil thespian in a high school drama. 

“Not bad, Robin. Not bad.” He looked at the gun in your hands and grinned. “If you weren’t Batman’s new replacement sidekick, I might’ve believed you had the balls to use that thing.” 

Now, you were an excellent fighter. You had to be, after your excessive training with the guy who had literally mastered about every martial art in existence during his (give or take) five year-long mission to find himself. Plus, some personal experience. But fighting someone like this guy? Built like a tank and padded up in a whole lot of armor and packing an assortment of knives, guns, and even a damn taser you got a first-hand taste of?

You fought hard, but about five minutes and another round of the taser later, you saw the knock-off Iron Man helmet staring down at you before the world went black.

~*~

You woke up in what you assumed was the self-dubbed Red Hood’s safehouse of sorts. 

“How the hell did he rope you into this shit?” he demanded with what you could only assume was him glaring at you through the helmet. Probably some expression that made someone look all angsty and annoyed - which was fair, since he had been trying to drill you for information you straight up refused to give while bound (way too tightly) to a chair for quite some time now. Rather rude. “Let me guess. You watched your parents die.” You stared at him before shrugging.

“Nope.”

“Oh, so they just went ahead and died somehow. Untimely accident caused by some psycho bitch in a Spirit Halloween costume.”

“…nope.” 

“They abandoned you as a child.”

“No, they didn’t - does divorce count?” 

Red Hoodlum’s hands kept clenching and unclenching while he stood there, staring at the wall behind you in silence. From the way his chest kept rising and falling, you were tempted to believe he was practicing breathing exercises amidst his rather violent twitching. 

“Divorce - what the hell is your trauma supposed to be? Why did he pick you?!”

“Hey, just because my trauma doesn’t include people dying doesn’t make it any less traumatic,” you scoffed in response, knowing you were absolutely right about that. Your middle school guidance counselor had said so (and it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, trauma comes in many forms!). “Kinda rude to assume it didn’t affect me somehow.”

He seemed rather abashed at that and you heard him clear his throat a little. 

“...right, yeah. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted - can you loosen these ropes a little? It’s starting to kinda hurt.” 

“Do I look ten? That’s the oldest trick in the book, I’m not gonna-”

“I’m not going to run, just loosen the ropes a little.” He still looked like he didn’t believe you. “Come on, I don’t think I can outrun your guns.” As in his literal array of guns tacked up to the wall behind him, not his gigantic biceps. 

And you weren’t too worried about being held hostage by him, either. You figured you had ten minutes tops before Batman burst in through the doorway, ready to give you a lecture on why straying from the specifically designated parts of Gotham he had let you traipse around was a terribly stupid idea. 

“No.” He was already walking towards the door, because apparently, he had enough of trying to interrogate you. 

“Hold on, I feel like my wrists are actually about to start bleeding or something - where are you going?”

“Keep talking and I’m gonna get the duct tape.” 

“Is that a threat?” Sounding more confident than you actually felt should eventually make you more confident. Eventually. 

The Red Hood sucked in a breath, stopping by the doorway and turning to face you, reaching into his pockets to get what you assumed was either a gun or duct tape when you both startled from a sudden crash. The man in front of you was already whirling around with two guns positioned to shoot when you heard the familiar voice of someone else.

“Hold your fire, soldier. I’m not here for you.” A pause. “Or I wasn’t, but now I kind of am.”

Apparently, Batman was too busy to save you. Now, you got Nightwing. 

And as much as you liked Nightwing, that still kinda stung. 

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Please Fix the Story Pt 19 - Sci Fi

The new part is here. I've struggled with this story a little bit recently, but I wanted to continue this, to share it with you.

Master Post linked here

Enjoy!

_________________________

“Bel…”

“BEL!”

The world around me was pitch black, empty except for voices I didn't recognize, shouting a name I couldn't remember. I blinked, trying to clear my vision without success.

“Hello?” My anxious shout faded into the nothingness around me.

“I have to do it, Bel. It’s how the story goes.” A blurry figure stood in front of me, his facial features unclear behind his blond hair, but his tone contained frustration and regret. “You know what happens to a world when the story is incomplete. Sacrifices have to made.”

“Who are you…?”

“That’s our fate, we just have to accept that.” He faded away into the darkness, leaving me alone again.

“Come back! Explain what you meant!” I screamed at the disappearing figure. “WHAT SACRIFICE? WHAT FATE?!”

"YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE."

“Are you lost?” A new voice spoke up, strange, yet completely and utterly familiar.

I spun around, but there was no one behind me. “I’m… I’m lost.”

“No matter where you go, who you become… I’ll find you, Bel. I promise.” The voice was a whisper in my ear. “Fate can’t tear us apart. I won’t let it. Even if I have to destroy fate itself.”

“But I can’t find you. I don’t remember who you are!” I was crying, my tears disappearing into the surrounding mist.

“I’ll find you.” The words were quieter, as if the owner of the voice was fading away.

“DON’T LEAVE ME!”

“I promise.”

“NOT AGAIN!”

"You must accept your fate."

"Bel..."

"You must.."

“…I promise…”

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“LIAM!”

I woke up, screaming a name that disappeared from my mind as soon as the sound as faded, tears and sweat staining my cheeks.

I curled up into a ball, my head resting on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

Who am I?

Finding no answers, I eventually steadied my nerves, getting up, showering and changing. I looked up at the clock on the wall, wincing as I realized that I was running late for class.

Great, now I’m going to miss breakfast, and I'm starving.

I put on my uniform jacket, lamenting silently my lack of time to fill my empty stomach. As I left my dorm, however, my eye caught something sitting on the floor right outside my door. It was a small plate with a peeled apple and a note with Alaira’s name on it.

I thought Alaira was supposed to be loner… This has to be a trap, right?

It had been several weeks since I woke up in this strange world. It couldn’t be more obvious that she didn’t have any true friends or allies. No one who would care enough to send breakfast, definitely.

Maybe it’s from whoever has been following me around?

Since the second day, I had noticed a shadowy presence following me at a distance. Whoever it was, they never attempted to try to speak to me, or interfere with me in ay way. But it was always nearby, always watching.

So now they’ve upgraded to leaving me food?

I picked up the apple, looking around, and scanned it with the personal computer on my wrist, which showed no drugs or other abnormalities.

Well… I am hungry, which outweighs the possible grim outcome of death by poison, I suppose.

Shrugging mentally, I took a bite. The taste was sweet. I sighed with satisfaction and took another bite. As I chewed, a thought occurred to me, confusing me all the more.

How did they know I like peeled apples?

As far as I could remember, Alaira had never liked apples. It was considered an ancient fruit, more of an oddity than a dietary staple. She had tried it once or twice and hadn’t been impressed.

But I liked it…

I liked apples a lot… but only peeled ones. It was something almost instinctive I had felt whenever I thought about the fruit. But… I hadn’t eaten any apples since I woke up as Alaira.

So how do they know? Does this sci fi story come with mind readers?

I took another bite, feeling confused.

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“Why the hatred for the apple peel?”

The young man seemed genuinely curious from his tone of voice as he handed me a freshly peeled fruit.

I shrugged, taking a bite. “You try living as a princess in a lower fantasy realm. I bit into a poisoned apple once and the inside was glowing green.” I shuddered. “Ever since then I can’t stand to bite into an apple with the peel still on.”

The man had already started peeling another fruit, and paused in his actions. “Did the prince have to kiss you to break the spell?”

“Why, are you jealous?” I grinned.

“N-no… I’m just asking.” His head hung down, as he seemed to stare intently into the apple in his hands.

I patted his head. “I took an antidote ahead of time. Didn’t fall asleep. Instead, I beat the crap out of the witch.”

He laughed at that. “Didn’t you get in trouble for changing things?”

“Of course. But it was so worth it.”

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I stared down at the partially eaten fruit in my hands, feeling overwhelmed at the memories surging through my mind.

I keep seeing these memories, but I can’t connect them to anything. What are these lower realms? Is that what I’m in right now? Who is this person I keep seeing?

I felt incomplete, a large part of my memories, my emotions, were missing. What was worse, I wasn’t even sure what was gone, what I should be sad about losing.

I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

“Alaira.” A voice called out, stopping me in my tracks. Turning, I sighed with odd sense of disappointment at the person standing before me.

Who was I expecting?

I forced a grin and made a rude gesture. “Hey Chris, how awful to see you this morning! Terrible of you to stop by.” I checked my personal communicator and shrugged. “Fortunately for me, I’m running late and have no time for your nonsense. So we’ll save your annoying ranting and raving for a later date, okay?”

He ignored my words, stepping closer with an excited look. “Have you heard the news?”

“Even if I say yes, you’re still going to tell me, right?”

“Don’t pretend, it’s not fooling anyone!” He glared at me. “You’ve been hoping to trap me as your Connector since the match results came back!”

I sighed. “At this point, it’s not even funny anymore. What can I say that will possibly convince you that that is NOT the case?”

“You won’t be able to stop my dreams, Alaira! Next time I’m going to win!”

“Yes, you’re the absolute greatest.” I rolled my eyes. “I cry myself to sleep each night over the fact that we aren’t partners, and I will never feel anything in this life but anguish and despair… now can I go to class?”

He looked ever angrier at my sarcasm. “Just wait until the next match. You’ll see that I’m good enough to be a Guardian. Because I’ve got…”

“Okay, buddy. Sounds good.” I interrupted, walking away.

“Wait, you didn’t finish listening…”

“Yep. See you next match.”

I left him behind, ignoring his rage induced sputtering.

Met an idiot first thing... but hey, at least I'm not hungry anymore!

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A few days later, the next round of mock Mech battles began.

As the winner of the prior fight, I was slated to go first, completing the first four battles with relative ease. As the day wore on, however, the drain on my body from using the Mech was increasing exponentially. Fortunately I was on my last scheduled fight of the day… even if this was the hardest so far.

A light headache was throbbing at my temples as I scanned the field around me. The arena stood as a large stadium, featuring a high-class barrier shield that extended up to twenty stories in the air. Hundreds of seats surrounded the fighting field, all equipped with holo screens that played the footage taken by the referee bots floating around the fight.

The excited screams from the audience were slightly muffled by the protective screen, and the remaining noise was filtered out as I focused on the fight ahead of me.

My opponent this time was a third year A level Guardian, an experienced fighter, who fought along side a D level Connector. Alaira had faced off with them multiple times in the past, and she had always struggled to win despite the difference in strength of abilities.

There was no denying the advantage that a Connector brought to the fight.

I grinned, ignoring the draining sensation of operating my Mech, the headache and weakness that quickly came on each time I made the Connection. The pain was severe, like a knife stabbing through my eye, but I forced myself to ignore it. As I fought, I couldn’t help but feel bitter.

It’s not like I haven’t been looking for a Connector.

Each day I went to the Matching Center. Each day I endured the laughter, the stares, the whispers and pointing. Each day I was faced with the same words: “No match available.”

Do I need to come up with a different plan? But I can’t fight the Hive without a Mech, and I can’t operate a Mech without a Connector… unless I want to slowly destroy my mind like Alaira did.

I sighed, not seeing any easy answers, and focused on the fight ahead of me. Although I had Alaira’s memories, and operating the Mech came as almost second nature with my S level alpha waves, I had run into an unexpected obstacle:

Alaira’s weapon of choice had been dual wielding energy pistols.

What a waste of the cool looking sword on my back. My physical body was suspended in the Connection chamber, a shielded globe filled with suspension gel. Although the Mech was controlled through alpha brain waves and the Connection, the closer I was to the Mech, the easier that control was. Thus the space for the Guardian was always in the center of the Mech.

I wore helmeted mask monitoring my vitals such as oxygen saturation and heart rate, adjusting the air composition and breath volume to accommodate my body’s stress reaction during battle. A skintight silver suit covered me, interacting with the gel to provide me physical feedback that the Mech would feel. My vision was shared with my Mech’s video system; I looked down and saw the pistols resting in the robotic hands. It was strange, I was obviously inside the robot, but the sensation of the ground beneath my feet, the guns in my hands, was all too real.

The physical sensation made it easier to fight, but it had an obvious drawback, which was that I felt any blows that my Mech sustained. During the fight I was the Mech, and it was a part of me. I tightened my grip around the energy weapons, feeling tired.

Something felt off about using these as my weapons.

I still had no memories about my past, but as I had practiced with the Mech these past few weeks, I had noticed a familiarity with fighting and battles, even more than what Alaira had in my memories after a lifetime of training at home with her father and then in the academy.

Am I some kind of warrior or something?

It didn’t seem right, but I couldn’t explain the comfortable sensation of judging my opponent and fighting with them. But that comfort and familiarity did not extend to dual wielding pistols.

I just wasn’t a great shot.

We had already been fighting for ten minutes. My headache had worsened and I felt tired, but I had only managed to score a few hits on non-vital areas. The only benefit was that the opposing Mech had only been able to strike me twice with the energy-enhanced spear he carried.

“You seem a little off today, Alaira, everything all right?” My opponent’s voice came over his speaker, shocking me. It was technically considered bad etiquette to talk during battle, but it was hard to fault him, as he seemed genuinely concerned about my less than ideal fighting state.

I shook my head, raising my pistols once more. “I’m fine, let’s continue.”

I rushed forward, taking advantage of my superior speed and maneuverability to get closer, trying to make it harder to miss my shots. The opposing Mech jumped backwards, but it was too late. Its hand was within my grasp. Turning and using its significant weight to my advantage, I flipped the robot over my own’s shoulder put the barrel of my gun against the metal head.

My final shot through its temple destroyed the key mechanisms within it, rendering it immobile and finishing the fight.

That was too close… I’ve been practicing with the pistols since I’ve woken up in this strange world, and seen no improvement… what am I doing wrong?

As the referee called out my victory, I backed away, letting out a sigh of relief. It had been a harder fight than it should have been, but at least it was over.

I need a nap.

“I WANT TO CHALLENGE ALAIRA!”

An extremely annoying voice spoke up, causing my already bad headache to worsen.

... Why me?

I turned towards the speaker. “Chris. Didn’t we agree that we were going to avoid each other? … Or was that just my wishful thinking?”

His all white Mech landed in front of my own, holding a large, oversized sword. He swung it back and forth, and although I couldn’t see his facial expressions, the smug tone of his voice through the Mech’s speakers were enough to make me wish I could make my Mech roll its eyes.

“Surely the legendary S level Guardian Alaira isn’t SCARED to fight with a mere D level Guardian such as myself, right?”

“Guardian Chris, please retract your challenge. Guardian Alaira has already finished five consecutive mock battles, and needs time to recover.” The instructor’s face was stern on the holographic screens around us, leaving no room for disagreement.

Chris laughed mockingly. “Oh, I thought she said that even with all the advantages and luck she could still beat me? I guess it was just empty arrogance.” His Mech shook its head. “With such a weak personality, no wonder you can’t find a Connector to match you. Who would want to endure such a woman?”

“…”

CLANG!

My Mech’s foot connected with the other’s crotch, and I heard a high-pitched squeal of pain. Ha, shared sensation with the Mech comes in handy sometimes.

“How dare you?!” His pained shout made me grin.

“Less talking, more fighting. I accept your challenge, Chris.” I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of my head splitting apart, as well as the light ringing in my ears. I had reached the limit of how long I could safely operate the Mech.

But the sound of his smug satisfaction infuriated me.

Every night, I was haunted by nightmares. Sometimes it was fragments of memories of unfamiliar worlds and people. Most nights, however, I dreamt of Alaira’s end. Alone, broken, terrified, a horrific death for a lonely girl.

And this idiot had watched it happen.

It might not be smart, but I just really want to beat him up. I took a stance, brandishing the pistols, feeling off kilter once more at the light weight in both of my hands.

In the meantime Chris had recovered from his inconvenience, and had resumed his taunting. “Oh, yeah, you ran away so fast the other day, I never got to share with you the good news:” He paused for what I assumed was dramatic effect. “I matched with a Connector earlier last week.”

He obviously meant this to be a huge blow to me, but Alaira’s memories had already warned me this would happen. A beautiful young woman, one of the many who competed for Chis’s affection. This one is a princess… Ilene, I think?

Unbidden, my mind was filled with the thought of the serious, quiet Prince William. I hadn’t seen him since that first day in front of the matching center. So he would be her brother?

I felt a moment of concern at his absence, and then confused, I shook my head, dismissing the thought. I had no reason to see him. Why would I worry about a stranger? Shrugging, I waved casually to Chris’s Mech.

“I welcome the princess to the battle. Sorry you’re on the losing team!”

“…”

There was a moment of shocked silence. “You already know?!”

I winced at Chris’s ear piercing shriek. “Know and don’t care.”

“But… I have a Connector.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“So I won’t be YOUR Connector!”

I sighed. “We’ve long established that. Look, buddy, it’s been a long day and I’m really tired, are you gonna keep talking about your boring personal life, or are we gonna try to crush each other with massive robots?”

“... Fine then! Keep pretending you don’t care!” Chris seemed really upset at not eliciting a bigger reaction from me, but fortunately turned his attention to the battle as well.

As the hologram around us signaled the start to the fight, he raised his sword and moved towards me, but I had already moved behind him.

BAM!

A shot hit his shoulder, blowing large metallic pieces into the air. I frowned, frustrated. I was faster and stronger than him, but my shots just weren’t going where I wanted them to.

Chris ‘s Mech turned around to face, me, the oversized sword’s momentum swaying the robot from side to side. His movement accuracy and speed had tripled from our last encounter. Clearly, he and his Connector were well matched, well over the required 50%.

But I was still faster.

I ducked under his blow, aiming upwards at his elbow and firing another couple shots.

BAM! BAM!

I missed. Cursing, I recovered, dodging another blow as I increased the distance between us.

Stupid guns.

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A young man threw up his hands, clearly frustrated.

“Why are you so stubborn? Every single world you insist on using a sword. We were in a laser battle for goodness sake!”

“Swords are more dependable.”

“Oh come on…”

“Plus I’m a terrible shot.”

He sighed. “Fine. But what if one day you don’t have me watching your back?”

“It will be fine.” I grinned. “Don’t you love saying that everything is according to fate? Maybe a sword is just mine?”

“... It doesn’t work like that.”

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A brief memory flashed in my mind, confusing me.

During my distraction, Chris’s Mech tried to strike again. With no time to dodge, I raised my gun, blocking the blow with the barrel. The weapon cracked under the edge of the sword. I pushed him back, relying on my superior strength and jumped backwards, throwing away the broken weapon in my hand. Glancing down at the remaining gun I had, I felt a warm liquid drip from my nose. It was bleeding, a sign of the increasing strain of the Connection.

I was breaking down. I wouldn't last the rest of the fight.

I had to surrender.

Screw that!

I holstered my remaining gun, drawing the large sword on my Mech’s back. As I held it in front of me, I suddenly felt at home, completely comfortable, as if I had held a sword many times before. I stared at Chris’s Mech, feeling excited.

Now, this feels like a fight!

I raced forward, swinging my sword in a horizontal strike.

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I was standing in a group of zombies, my sword cutting through the neck of the closest monster.

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Chris dodged, stumbling backwards. I used the momentum of my first swing to smoothly transition into a downward slash.

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I was an elf, dancing in the forest, my blade striking down shadowy creatures in the midst of a large battle.

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THUD!

A robotic hand fell to the ground as I cut it off at the wrist. Chris let out a moan of pain, cut short as I controlled my Mech to kick him in the face, knocking him on his back.

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I was a vampire, holding a sword made of darkness, fighting humans with elegance and grace.

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Chris tried to stand up but my foot on his chest prevented the movement. I rested the tip of my sword at his Mech’s throat.

“Do you surrender?”

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“Surrender?” I smiled as I spoke, staring down at the man on the ground. I couldn’t see his face clearly except for his dark blue eyes, which stared at me without a hint of embarrassment despite his defeated position.

“I surrender.” His voice was warm. “You’re pretty amazing with a sword.”

“After all the realms I’ve fought through? I would have to be.” I shook my head. “Don’t you use swords when you travel?”

“I’m not permitted to travel anymore.” He grinned. “I keep refusing to play my role.”

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I blinked, focusing on the partially destroyed Mech in front of me. Not hearing his answer, I dug the tip into his neck slightly, only stopping when he let out a groan.

“Do. You. Surrender?”

“I surrender.” His answer sounded like it was forced through gritted teeth.

I could hear muted cheers from the crowd behind the shield as the holographic screens around us displayed my name as the victor.

“Good.” I moved my sword and turned away. My body felt drained, every muscle screaming in pain. I tasted blood in my mouth, my head hurting worse with each passing second.

“I’LL BEAT YOU ONE DAY!” Chris called out behind me. “I’LL GET STRONGER, AND I’LL SHOW YOU!”

“Tell it to someone who cares.” I didn’t turn around, and left the arena.

At least I won. Now if my head would just stop hurting...

As soon as I reached the docking area, my legs crumpled beneath me, and my world faded into darkness.

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Where am I?

I woke up in a white room, on a plain, clean bed, wearing a hospital gown.

This isn’t a different world, is it?

I carefully searched my memories, but didn’t feel anything different. I sighed, realizing I must be in the school infirmary. In my memories of her life, Alaira had helped bring her fellow students there in the past, but had never stayed to be examined. Deep down she had known that without a Connector she was breaking down, and was afraid the school would prevent her from fighting.

It might have saved her life if she had.

I sat up, rubbing my forehead tiredly. It was still throbbing.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice spoke up, startling me.

I jumped, looking to the chair beside my bed, where a dark haired young man sat. His dark blue eyes studied me carefully, his face expressionless.

“…Prince William?”

“…” After a long silence, he nodded slowly.

“What are you doing here?”

He stared down at the floor silently, and just when I thought he might not respond, he reached out, handing me a peeled apple.

I took it, feeling dazed. “Umm… thanks.” I took a bite, and after swallowing, asked the question on my mind. “Were you the one leaving food outside my dorm room then?”

“…hmm.” His gaze never left the ground.

What the heck kind of answer is “hmm”?!!

“How did you know I like peeled apples?”

“…” A look of genuine confusion crossed his face, but quickly disappeared as he shrugged silently.

“Okay. Well. Thanks.” I pushed myself up, trying to swing my legs to the side of the bed.

He stood up, his face concerned. “Wait. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, my head hurts, but otherwise I feel great.”

“…You should rest.” He frowned as he looked me over.

“It’s just strain from a prolonged connection.” I sighed. “I’m used to it.”

“You haven’t matched?” He seemed mixed, as if happy and disappointed at the same time.

“Nope. Not for lack of trying though. ” I looked him over. “Are you a Connector? Have you matched yet?”

“I…” A look of agony distorted his features.

“He can’t. He’s broken.”

A young woman stood at the door of the infirmary, a mocking smile on her face.

I studied the newcomer carefully. She had long black curls framing a heart shaped face, and large blue eyes that looked down on me with pride. Given the similarities in features to Prince William next to me, it wasn’t difficult to figure out her identity.

“I’m assuming you’re Princess Ilene?”

She ignored my words, walking closer to her brother, whose face had become expressionless once again.

“He can’t Connect. His mental barrier is too strong.” She stopped a few feet away from him and raised her hand, knocking on what looked to be empty air. It made a solid noise, her hand stopping at the same invisible point. “He can’t put it down even if he wants to.”

I thought back to the first time I met him, remembering people being pushed aside.

“A useless Connector who can’t make the connection. A Guardian who can’t match. Two failures together.” She smiled at me. “Sorry I took away your only possible chance at matching Chris, but you needed to see the reality of the situation. He’s a better Guardian than you.”

“…Remind me again who ended up flat on their back at the end of the last fight?”

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance at my comeback. “At least he will be around a long time to help fight the Hive. You, on the other hand.” Ilene pointed at her head and turned her finger in a circle. “You have no future. But on the bright side, at least my useless brother can keep you company while your mind slowly breaks apart.”

BAM

William stood up, angry, and with the loud sound of an impact, Ilene was pushed by an invisible barrier out of the room. Her face enraged, she slammed her fists against it while her mouth made motions as if she was shouting. I stared at her, confused as to why I couldn’t hear her.

“…I sealed her out of the barrier.” William whispered. “Her voice can't make it through either.”

“Oh.” I nodded with satisfaction, watching her shout silently outside the doorway. “Thanks.”

“I can expand the barrier… but she’s right… I can’t drop it.” His eyes dropped down to the floor again. “I can’t Connect… I can’t help Guardians… useless…” His voice slowly dropped in volume, until it was barely a whisper.

“Well, you’re helping me out right now, and I’m a Guardian. So I’d say you’re a pretty useful guy.” I gave him a thumbs up. “I know that not hearing her is already making my day better.”

He stared at me silently for a few moments. “… Are you hungry?”

“Kind of. Why? Do you have more apples or something?”

William shook his head. “No… cake.”

“Please tell me you are serious.”

He solemnly set a container with a piece of cake on the table next to me, along with a napkin and utensils.

I stared at it in shock, motionless.

“… Do you not like it?” His nervous tone broke me out of my stupor. I quickly reached out and held the container close, grabbing the fork and taking a bite.

“Oh, this is amazing… totally worth passing out after my fight.” I took a few more bites, noting him relaxing visibly as I showed my enjoyment. “…Why are you being so nice to me, anyways?”

“Why?” William blinked, looking shocked as if he hadn’t considered it before.

“Yeah. As far as I can tell, I haven’t met you outside of running into you in the hallway once. Why go out of your way to leave me food and sit by me in the infirmary?”

He finally looked up, his dark blue eyes staring into my own. “…I’m not sure. “ He shrugged. “Whenever I see you, I feel happy. I want to help you.”

I leaned back against the backboard of the infirmary bed. “Well… I guess I could always use a friend.”

“Friends?” A trace of a smile crossed his face, before it disappeared into expressionless once more. “Really?”

“Yeah. So let me introduce myself officially, Prince William.” I started to reach out a hand to shake, but remembering his barrier, I pulled it back. “I’m Alaira. Level S Guardian but unable to match, and your new friend.”

He stared at my hand with a look of regret before looking back up. “I’m a Level S Connector… but can’t connect. I’m your new friend… “ He hesitated. “Can you call me a nickname instead?”

“Sure.”

“Then call me… Liam.”

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“Are you lost?” I woke up in a strange world to the sound of an unfamiliar voice, laying on my back, confused.

“Seems a good description for my current situation.” I stared into a pair of dark blue eyes, smiling despite the dizziness. “Nice to meet you, Stranger.”

He grinned, reaching out a hand to help me up. “Call me Liam.”

“Nice to meet you, Liam.”

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I blinked away the memory, smiling at the timid young man in front of me. “Nice to meet you… Liam.”

[malfoysstilinski]

A-Z Fluff | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

At first, Draco hated the way you stood up to him since he liked to feel in control of everything and everybody, but it quickly became one of his favourite things about you. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

 Draco didn’t grow up in the most loving or accepting of households so he’s worried he won’t be a good father. However, he knows that one day he wants to learn how to be one with you. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Draco loves to hold you close to his chest. He loves to wrap his arms around your frame and tug you as close as possible, your face nuzzling into his neck where you can smell his cologne and he can stroke his fingers through your hair or trace patterns down your back, sure that you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Draco would be the best date planner, though he would never admit it. He’d try and do something with you every weekend at Hogsmeade, but also, every once in a while he would set up picnics or show you his favourite quiet spots. You spent most Friday evenings at the Astronomy Tower. He loved to make you blush and spoil you with dates. Also there would be a lot of study dates in the library, tucked away from everybody else. 

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g my life, my world...)

When Draco said you were his everything he meant it. After falling in love with you, he wasn’t sure how he’d lived comfortably before. He was sure that if he were to ever lose you then that would be it-- nothing would matter anymore. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) 

Draco knew he had fallen in love with you when he took you to the Yule Ball and you’d ended up dancing with each other even when the band had packed up and left. Looking down at you in his arms, Draco realised that he wouldn’t do this for anybody else-- it must be love. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) 

Draco would be surprisingly gentle when it was just the two of you. He didn’t have to live up to any expectations. He treated you like a princess, never grabbing you too hard or raising his voice at you. Draco would always deny it, but he was a softie for you. 

H = Hand/hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?) 

Draco likes to hold your hand wherever you are. It’s a subtle reminder to others that the two of you are together and he loves to feel close to you all the time. His lanky fingers would intertwine with yours and he’d offer reassuring squeezes whenever necessary, or if you had zoned out. 

I = Impressions (First impressions) 

It was on the train to Hogwarts during your first year. Draco looks down at everybody, but when he first met you he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was bitter towards you at first because of it-- a typical eleven year old. 

J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Not really. Draco was never one to partake in pranks himself, growing up being told off for such things. He’d rather use his words on anybody else. However, when you did a prank on him, at first he’d be startled, but he’d quickly laugh and scoop you up into a hug, shaking his head in amusement-- so long as the pranks never went too far. 

K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Draco is a slow, passionate kisser. He likes to keep a hand on your neck or cup the back of your head, bringing you close and reminding you you’re his. Depending on the mood, his kisses could be rougher and unapologetic, but in public, he sticks to a kiss on the forehead or the cheek. 

L = Little things (What little things do they notice/love?)

Draco notices that you like to fiddle with the Slytherin ring on his finger. He pretends not to notice as he sits and talks with his friends and he puts his hand on your lap more often, silently encouraging you to do so. When he feels it slip off his finger, he’ll turn and watch you experiment with the ring on your own finger for a few seconds before placing it back and fiddling again. He loves it. 

M = Memory (Their favourite memory together)

Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you is during your sixth year. He’d been stressed about Dumbledore and fixing the cabinet, without telling you. You’d dragged him to Hogsmeade and the two of you drank Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. He was still feeling quite low as you left, but you’d hurtled a snowball at his back, starting a snowball fight that meant he felt like a child again for a little bit. It had ended with you tackling him into the snow, lips pressed together and giggling. That memory was one of the only ones that made him smile when he thought back on his sixth year at Hogwarts. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Draco spoilt you all the time. No matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to, it was one of the only ways he knew how to show affection. Slowly he learnt that you appreciated just being with him more than you did the expensive gifts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to treat you to whatever your eyes may wander towards at Hogsmeade every now and then. 

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Your house colour. When he sees it he thinks of you in your robes and tie and can’t help but smile a little. 

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling. Draco likes how sweet it is and he can call you it in front of your friends without it being too intimate. 

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Draco would never admit it but he’s quite an insecure person, especially about you finding somebody better than him and leaving him. He’ll always ask if he did something wrong if you’re upset one day, even when it has nothing to do with him. 

R= Remember (Their favorite memory of each other.)

His favourite memory of you is when you took him to your home for a few days over the summer holidays. He loved watching your face light up as you showed him around your bedroom, picking up your belongings and telling him the stories behind them. He learnt so much about you that day. 

S= Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

Draco doesn’t like to admit when he’s sad. He’ll distance himself for a little bit before he feels like he can come back to you and you hold him instead of him holding you, running your fingers through his hair. When you’re sad, Draco is quick to do the same for you, wrapping you in hugs and offering to hex whoever made you so upset. 

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

The future. Draco tries to be realistic about the future, but he can’t help but love the way you often describe an even better one. He lays awake at night and thinks about your conversations, wishing that one day they’d come true. 

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

You were his lighthouse. You guided him home and gave him light where he felt there was only danger and darkness. He needed you more than anything. 

V= Very (___ their thoughts about each other. (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying. etc.)

Draco thought you were very passionate. He hated when someone put you down for speaking excitedly about something--  in fact, nothing made him angrier. 

W= Why (Reasons why they love each other.)

You gave Draco a choice and made him feel like he had somebody on his side unconditionally. 

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

As the world caves in-- Matt Maltese 

Y= You (The ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese.))

You’re the words to his story. You made him a better person. 

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

You would plead for a dog and Draco would, of course, give in and get you one. He would fall in love with the dog too after a while 

[lokifantasies]

The Trial PART 1

Summary: The long awaited trial against Evan Nichols has started, and the foundation of the case against him has been laid out.

WARNING: GRAPHIC TORTURE AND SEXUAL ABUSE EXPLAINED.

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The trial is here. It's the day that your family has been waiting for since this whole nightmare started. Unfortunately, Loki and Jade are both adamant that you remain on bed rest for the sake of the growing baby, and you ultimately end up losing the argument when you try to force them to let you come. Loki assures you that he'll be by her side for the both of you – supporting her the entire time.

In the back of your mind, you know the stress of hearing and seeing the evidence would be too much for you, and no one wants to see anything happen to your baby. Thankfully, Thor also appears to support his niece and brother – sitting on Jade's right as Loki sits on her left.

"I don't wanna see him," Jade mutters – looking down to the floor when Evan walks into the courtroom with his parents.

The teenager looks like he's injured – his leg has a slight limp, and his eye is swollen and dark. However, the seventeen-year-old has a smug smile on his face – his ego being stroked when he sees the television cameras on him. He takes his seat in between his lawyers, and they group together to discuss something quietly. Loki, Thor, and Jade try their hardest to hear what they're saying, but they're speaking far too quietly.

"I don't understand how he could have a defense," Thor says to you and Loki. "How can anyone deny that he did what he did?"

You shrug. "I don't know, Uncle Thor. I just want this to be over with."

The prosecution begins their opening statement by laying out all the facts of the case and making it clear what Evan Nichols is being tried for. His charges are as follows:

- 1st degree aggravated kidnapping

- 1st degree sexual assault (with forcible penetration)

- 1st degree sodomy

- Conspiracy to commit a kidnapping

- Conspiracy to commit a felony

- Felony stalking

- Harassment

- Attempted murder

- False imprisonment

- Assault with a deadly weapon

The first few witnesses to testify are the first responders who saved Jade from the small space she was being held in.

"Could you please state your name for the court and how you became involved in this case?" the prosecutor, Mr. Jeff Bards, began to question the officer.

"Brian David Wilson. I'm an NYPD SWAT officer who responded to the 911 call to 4892 E Graves Road," the witness explains.

"What happened upon arriving at the address?"

The officer took a deep breath before speaking. "We, the SWAT team, forced our way inside the house, and we started searching. I began to hear some muffled pleas for help, and when I followed them, I came across the fake wall in the home's basement. After removing the fake wall, I discovered that there was a small crawl-space type room."

"Can you confirm what the photo on the screen is?" Mr. Bards asks – a photo of the tiny, dark space where Jade had been held showing up on the screen.

"Yes, that is the crawl-space," he confirms

"And where was Ms. Lokisdottir located?"

"She was located in the back corner of the crawl space. She came out from hiding when she saw me, and I pulled her out of the space," officer Wilson stops to take a deep breath and gather his thoughts – trying to push his feeling aside. "Afterward, I carried her out of the house and to the ambulance that was waiting outside."

There's silence as the officer exits the witness stand – looking towards Jade and Loki as he goes to take his seat in the rows. The other officers testify – stating similar things to what the first one did. Then, everyone hears the fateful words.

"The prosecution calls Jade Pandora Lokisdottir to the stand, please."

Loki and Thor wrap their arms around the shaking sixteen-year-old – remind her that they're right there, and if she needs to, just look at them and they'll help her.

"You can do this, my love," Loki says softly. "Just pretend you're having a conversation."

"Okay," Jade nervously breathes out.

Thor hugs his niece close before she stands up. "You are so strong, Jade...just like your parents. You got this."

Jade exhales and nods – trying to walk up to the witness stand without falling. On the way, she refuses to look at the defense's side of the courtroom – disgusted as to how anyone could defend Evan.

Oh well, everyone has a right to a defense.

For a moment, Jade looks towards Evan. A smirk appears on her face when she sees his injuries – wondering who she needs to thank for the revenge. Before Jade turns her attention away, Evan takes the chance to blow a kiss towards her – excited to watch the goddess relive the nightmare he put her through.

"Could you please state your name for the court?" the prosecutor asks – looking directly at Jade.

"Um," Jade's voice is soft against the microphone. "Jade...Pandora Lokis-Lokisdottir."

"And can you tell the court how you came to know the defendant?"

Jade takes a deep breath and exhales – looking towards Loki and Thor for support. "Ye-yes. Um, we met at the mall when my parents took me shopping before the school year started. That weekend, we went out on a date, and then we started dating."

"Were you and the defendant ever sexual?

"Not...really," Jade answers. "Um, we only ever had oral sex, but that's it. I wa-wasn't comfortable with ever going any further than that."

"So, there was never any consensual sexual intercourse?"

"No."

"How long were you and the defendant dating?"

"Four months."

"During that time, did the defendant act inappropriately towards you in any sort of way?"

Jade exhales. "Yes. The last night we hung out together, he tried to force himself on me, but he ran away and drove off when I yelled for my dad."

"Ms. Lokisdottir, can you walks us through the day of September 3rd?"

Jade shakes her head and exhales nervously – looking towards Loki and Thor for their support. This is the first time she's ever spoken about what happened to her, and hopefully, it'll be the last.

"I was...at school, and Evan told me he wanted to speak with me privately, so I followed him out into the parking lot to smoke marijuana and talk in his car. When we got to his car, though, he locked the doors, and he took off from the parking lot." Jade swallows hard before continuing. "Um...I begged for him to stop and turn around – just let me go back to school, and I wouldn't tell anyone. But he didn't. He kept driving – pulling a knife from under his driver's seat and holding it to my throat. I tried to do as he said – hoping that he'd let me go, but he never calmed down. When we arrived at his house, no one was home. H-he led me into the basement and pulled a dresser away from the wall. It was a secret room behind the wall, and he made me...uh...he made me take all of my clothes off, so I was completely nude. He put a collar around my neck, and he connected it to a bolt in the floor so that I couldn't move much. He left for, I guess a couple hours, and he left me in the dark room. I remember how cold it was. It was freezing...especially since I didn't have any clothes. When he came back, he started to...do things."

"Could you explain what things were done to you by the defendant?"

Jade's eyes begin to tear up – her breathing becoming staggered as she thinks about how to word the horrific abuse she had been put through. The looks of support from Loki and Thor, however, give her a strength that she didn't know she had.

"There was...a metal bar," Jade begins quietly – biting her bottom lip to keep her thoughts going. "He had a long lighter with him, and he started to heat the bar up. He was laughing when he pressed the hot metal to my thigh – smiling at me while I screamed in pain as my skin started to burn. There's still a burn scar on my left thigh. When the bar finally cooled down, he threw it to the side. He grabbed me by the chain leash and forced me down to my knees. With his other hand, he...took his penis out of his pants and pried by mouth open. He grabbed the back of my head and used my mouth to get himself off. No matter how much I cried, and begged, and pleaded, he didn't stop. He found it entertaining. It turned him on." Jade looks out to see Loki and Thor becoming angrier by the second, but they're trying their best to remain calm for Jade's sake – knowing that they need to be her support. "After he was...finished, he uh, forced me to lie on the dirty floor. I tried to keep my legs closed, but he punched me in the face, which caused me to jump. Before I could try to close my legs again, Evan had them spread, and he began to...force his mouth...on me. I felt his teeth bite me, and I knew I was bleeding, but it seemed to turn him on even more. H-h-he reached over and grabbed the metal rod again, and h...I'm sorry...can I just...a moment?"

"Take your time," the prosecutor assures Jade – maintaining a professional composure.

Jade exhales deeply – closing her eyes and trying to gather her courage to continue.

"H-he began to use the metal rod to...assault me. He shoved it inside me – giving me cuts and bruises. I was bleeding, but he continued to thrust it in and out of me until he was satisfied. I thought he would finally be done, and I thought he'd take me home, but then I felt him begin to...insert himself...his...penis...into me. I tried to kick him off, but he held my legs as tight as he could to stop me from moving. It...I'm pretty sure he was trying to cause me pain. Finally, I stopped fighting – wanting him to just hurry up and let me go. I tried to stop crying because I didn't want him to be anymore satisfied with himself, but when I felt his fingers start to go into...the other side, I started fighting again. He pulled me up by the chain, and he forced me to look into his eyes. I remember he said that I was now his slut, and he was going to break me until I learned to love it. After a couple of minutes...he...ejaculated into me, which later resulted in a pregnancy. Evan was still wanting more though, so he turned me over and held my face to the floor as he entered my backside. Again, ignoring my cries and screams for him to stop. I lost track of how many times he did this...I think I may have blacked out or something, or maybe my brain made me forget in order to protect me from the memory, but the next thing I remember was being alone, redressed, and I heard the police officers calling out for me."

"Thank you, Ms. Lokisdottir," the prosecutor says with a proud smile.

[tastyykpop]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-Final

Pairings: jaemin x reader

Genre: smut, fluff (mostly at the end but it's short 🤠)

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Warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, edging, face slapping (literally slaps her once), choking (wOw iM sO sHocKeD), hair grabbing, degradation, jaemins gets angrier throughout the story, fingering, finger sucking, praising, unprotected sex, soft sex, y/ns pretty dumb but I think we knew that by now, once again jaemin calls himself nana because shut up

Tag list: @ahgastayzen @allykookiez @wooyugta @dreamlesswonder86 @taetaeismy @nanaysa @patchi-chi @simplicitysbabe @sweetjaemss @huangvibez @kaitherring @xxjaemchenct

It was obvious how tense and awkward jaemin was the entire time you stayed at his house, which lasted longer than you thought. You stayed for two days, per jaemins request, and you thought what if he's finally angry and decides to break. No, it was the complete and utter opposite. Jaemin was sweet, something you've barely seen when he used to bully or make fun of you before all this happened. He made sure you were okay staying with him another night and took care of you when you weren't hungover.

Did anything special happen though? Nope, just you and jaemin cuddling every so often while binge watching Netflix shows while he sometimes cracked jokes here and there.

It was definitely a sight to see. Even made you wonder if this is what its like to date him.

"Nana," you spoke, jaemin lifting his head off your shoulders to give you his attention, "Get up, we need to go to school."

Jaemin groaned, putting his head down on your pillow like chest and began, "Can't we just skip school?" He whined, "Maybe play a bit too?" Jaemin lifted his chin up, placing it on top of your breasts as he pouted, waiting for you to give into his cuteness.

Wouldn't that be nice- but you weren't going to miss school to mess around with jaemin. No way. You weren't even his girlfriend yet and you were sure his little play thing, seulgi, wouldn't be too happy, shes been calling him since he brought you here.

"No." You grabbed him by his hair and peeled him off your body. Jaemin wasn't very amused by the action.

"Oh i get it." He mumbled, "You want to see jeno, right?"

The question caught you off guard. But jaemin being jealous wasn't unknown to you anymore. He was possessive, that much you knew, and he always found a way to guilt trip you about it.

"I mean, we have been talking a lot more so a lil bit." You smiled, earning an eye roll from jaemin as he got up with nothing else to say and stalked his closet for something to wear. You glanced at your clothes which were actually his. And since you never went back to your apartment to get another outfit, you had to wear what you wore at the party.

Eyes stared into your bare back after you threw off the shirt that covered your body. They lingered, but didn't settle on staying until you slipped the bralette on.

Jaemin was going to comment about it, yet kept his mouth shut because there was no use saying he could give you a t-shirt instead, youd just complain about how it didn't match.

But the skirt was a different story. It was a party skirt, something way too short for school. No wonder jeno liked it. And to be honest, jaemin didn't hate it himself, he'd just rather not have people like jeno staring at you and your thighs. You were his. At least in his head you were.

"Fuck!" You screamed, "My bags at home." Softening your voice, jaemin just about wanted to smack you for scaring the shit out of him. He actually thanked the heavens your bag wasn't here, it gave you a reason to change.

"Let's go to your place quickly before school starts." Jaemin grabbed his things and you nodded, following behind him almost speed walking because of how long his strides were. "And change when we get there too."

You looked down at your fit and hummed, stepping into the car ready for jaemin to go.

"I don't think I can handle trig anymore." You bit your lip at the paper in hand. Jaemin looked down over your shoulder and almost scoffed. It was the homework due today, of course it was also one of the hardest pages the professor had given the class too, making it ten times harder for you to finish.

"If you had come over these past few nights, you wouldn't be so stressed." Jaemin shrugged.

It was like you knew he would say that with the way you rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper up, "Im actually thinking of dropping that class." You stated.

"Dont." He rested a hand on your shoulder, "Come over later and I'll help you." It wasn't even a question, in fact it was him telling you to do something. Its clear jaemins had enough of you ignoring him and hes also fed up with your complaining. Even wondered why you held out this long.

"But-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer anymore." Jaemin stated sternly as he sighed, stopping in front of your classroom and put his hands in his pocket. "Stop trying to ignore me," he leaned forward, just inches away from your face, "its not working."

"Just because you think its not working doesn't mean its not working...." You tilted your head to the side questioning your own words, "Anyway, you're jealous." Crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, your ego fed off of jaemins glaring eyes.

"Bullshit," jaemin tsked, "why would I be jealous?"

You smirked despite knowing you were playing a dangerous game with him. And jaemins good at playing games, he's done it to you for years.

You took a step forward, ultimately getting closer to his still leaned over figure and said, "You kept staring at jeno and I at the cafe and you had an attitude the entire time. Its obvious you know." Slithering a hand up his cheek, you pinched his smooth skin, "Nanas jealous."

It was an understatement to say jaemin didn't feel shivers go up his spine from your low voice. For once jaemin didn't have anything to come up with. Nothing crossed his mind to tell you that what you saw of him wasn't him being jealous, but that would be the dumbest of lies.

"Quiet for once? That's a first." You snickered at the small shade of red on his cheeks. It was either anger or him actually getting flustered. Either way you still claimed victory for keeping him surprisingly quiet.

Jaemin pulled your hand away from his face and opened his mouth, "Admit that you're purposely doing it then. There's no way you and jeno are magically good friends now. You hate him just as much as you hated me."

"Im not purposely making you jealous," you lied, "And I never hated jeno, just strongly disliked him for being friends with you."

The older almost laughed in your face from how stupid your lie was. "If you want my attention, say it." He smirked, proceeding to push you against the wall behind you without a second thought making you uncross your arms, "Its not hard y/n."

His hands trailed down to your waist, intensly watching your face as you looked around him, afraid that what he'd do will go too far and some students will see a not so innocent sight.

"Youre full of yourself." You inhaled sharply as he leaned forward ever so closely, just barely brushing his lips over yours.

"And you'll be full of nana soon." Jaemin almost closed the space between you with his lips, but someone stopped him.

"Jaemin!!!" Seulgi came running up to jaemin in her cute high heeled shoes. Her hair bouncing perfectly against her back as she pulled him away from you and into a hug, not before she planted a kiss to his lips as if you weren't standing right there, "I haven't seen you in so long, babe. You didn't call." She pouted with more puppy eyes than normal.

You missed the way jaemin growled at her, almost throwing seulgi off him since you were so focused on them kissing. Never did you think you'd witness it either. Something about it made your stomach churn and you couldnt bare stand there for long before walking away, taking zero notice of the way jaemin called out for you.

"Let's get some coffee before the bell rings." Seulgi pulled jaemin, but his eyes still lingered on the door you entered.

You couldnt stop your mind from racing in class. It was like your mind was playing games on you, telling you that jaemin wasn't in the slightest interested in you and thats why he never answered you, because he was too embarrassed to be seen with someone like you.

But that was only you overthinking.

Obviously jaemin cared for you, he wouldnt have let you stay over his house, tutored you, or be possessive when it came to you. So why did he kiss her back? In front of you too? Was he actually dating her for real?

These questions ran through your head, giving you a mini headache from thinking too hard about it.

It was like you were in high school all over again where everything was dramatic for no reason, well in some aspects you made it this way, but your point still stands.

"Y/n," someone tapped the table repeatedly, bringing you back to reality, "Class is over." jeno looked at you with suspicion but brushed it off thinking you were probably tired.

You glanced around the empty room before looking back at jeno, "Oh...yeah."

"Well uh," he scratched the back of his head, "You should probably get to your next class."

That's the last thing you wanted to do. Jaemin would be there and so was one of seulgis minions that always kept an eye out for anything he did. As annoying as it was, you weren't surprised anymore.

"Im gonna skip."

Jeno grimaced as you stood up and grabbed your things, walking towards the rooms exit as he followed close behind, "You? Skip? What the fuck??"

You stopped in your tracks, jeno almost bumbing into you in the process, "Do I need to spell it out for you or something? S-k-"

"No shut up. Its just shocking that your skipping." Jeno half grinned at the way you stared at him stoically.

"What are you getting at?"

The man before you chuckled, "Im saying youre a goody two shoes and you've never done a bad thing in your life."

You can't say he was wrong, but you also have to admit that you have stepped out of your shell recently and maybe for the better.

"Everyone changes some time in their lives." You pointed out, strolling out of the class to nowhere specific. "Better run to class jeno, dont want the teacher calling you put again."

"Yeah yeah." He eye smiled, giving you a quick pat on the back before saying bye and walking to his class.

You couldnt help but smile at him as he moved further and further away. You had to admit, jeno wasn't as bad as you thought. Not anymore anyway. But as jeno soon disappeared around a corner, you sighed and sauntered to the library where you were going to do your work until class ended.

Students were scattered everywhere in the library, some typing away at their laptops or school computers while others had papers and books sprawled out in front of them. Unfortunately for you, you were going to be the ones with almost any school supply in front of them. And with a sigh and slouched shoulders, you sat at an empty desk near the front of the library, taking your homework out as well as some books.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem for you to focus, but it was stressful with so many things laid out for you. Face palming and groaning quietly at your trig paper, you attempted the first problem which honestly didn't seem too bad, but you weren't always so sure of yourself when doing these kinds of things. Mostly because you second guessed yourself making you pick the wrong answer when you were originally right.

"This is so fucking stupid." You threw your head into your hands, giving up on trying since it was useless anyway. You needed jaemin. He was the only reason you started getting some good grades on your work.

"Whats stupid?"

Speak of the devil.

"The trig home- wait why aren't you in class?" You gazed at him before averting your eyes, not trying to let them linger too long.

Jaemin pulled a chair out and sat closely beside you, raising a brow as you inched away from him. "I could ask you the same thing." He tipped the chair back a little, keeping his eyes locked on the side of your stoic face.

"Im doing something if you can't tell." You snapped, instantly regretting the way your voice raised once you noticed jaemin clenching his jaw out the corner of your eye. But you couldnt help it, you were still frustrated, embarrassed, and jealous from earlier.

"Whats wrong?" Jaemin calmed himself, not wanting to blow up at you.

"Nothing." You ignored his eyes that watched you do out the problem. Probably silently telling you that it was all wrong but you weren't trying to pay attention to him.

"Youre doing it again."

"Doing what? I'm just trying to do my work." After writing your answer down, you checked over tbe work before you smiled to yourself. This had to be the right answer.

"Stop playing dumb." he grabbed your chin, "You know what you're doing."

Wiggling out of his grasp was no use, jaemin managed to move his hand to your jaw to keep you still.

You winced at the sudden squeeze, "I dont know what you're talking about."

Jaemin had enough of this bullshit, now grabbing your neck instead. Your eyes wondered the room hoping no one was paying attention, "Im not playing games with you. Why are you ignoring me again?"

"That's a good question." You looked away and though jaemims grip was starting to hurt more each second, you still found a way to show your disinterest.

Jaemin sighed, letting his hand drop and you inhaled deeply without a second thought. "Whats wrong then?"

"I told you its nothing."

"Bullshit." Jaemin took the pencil out of your hand just as you were about to write, your hand flying up to try and take it back but he pulled away.

"You really wanna know then?" You asked sharply to which jaemin nodded, "You kissed seulgi. Happy now?"

Jaemins mouth fell at your confession. Yes he figured that upset you a bit, but he never thought it was enough for you to ignore him.

"I never even went that far with jeno."

"Never went that far, huh?" He snapped back, shaking his head in disbelief as his face once again was steaming with anger. "Need i remind you how you made out with him at the party. Or were you that wasted and cant remember?"

The new found anger overlapped the previous one with more than just anger, but annoyance. There was no way jaemin was telling the truth, you would never kiss jeno.

"No i didnt."

"Dont tell me you didn't, I fucking saw it." His hand found its way on the table creating a loud bam that startled not only you, but a few kids that even lifted their heads to see what caused the noise. "You were the first one to go that far, so blame yourself before you blame me."

Taking a deep breath, you had to calm down before you said something you'd regret. Knowing jaemin too, you already had something waiting for you at his house.

"I believe you." Jaemin was ready to open his mouth but you were quick and responded, "because i remember." The problem with this answer was because it was untruthful. You already dug yourself a whole from the beginning yet you knew what you were getting yourself into. There was something about playing with jaemins anger that made you go wild.

Determined with your lie, you kept the straightest face like it was proof you recalled that night. Jaemin too was focused only on your face, his hand balling into a fist ever so slowly.

"I remember....he was a really good kisser," you whispered, "And you looked so mad." Snickering away at your words, you placed a hand on jaemins lap and watched his expression go from anger to almost frothing at the mouth.

Bingo. He was too far gone to see through you at this point and this is where you smirked to yourself.

"You're unbelievable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking about how fed up he was, "Lets go."

Despite being told what to do, you sat looking between jaemin and your sprawled out homework. "I have things to do."

Jaemin literally shoved all your papers into your bag, not caring how they crumpled in the small space as you complained and swatted at his arm. Of course though, jaemin payed no mind to it, grabbing your hand and bag before dragging you out of the library.

You fought and struggled to get out of his grip. From the start you knew what you were getting into, that's why you did what you did. Now being dragged to his house it dawned on you that it was time to suffer whatever he had in mind.

"When we get to my house," jaemin locked his eyes with yours as he led you to his car, "We'll study trig, and depending on my mood and your attitude after, I might go easy with the punishment later."

"Im not going over to study and then be punished afterwards." Your voice faltered as you saw a familiar someone walking towards you and jaemin.

Jenos eyes lit up sadistically, smiling at you, telling you to smile back for one reason: to set jaemin off.

You did without hesitation, jaemins hold getting tighter and tighter as he glared at his best friend who walked by, holding the proudest grin on his face.

Once at the car, jaemin shoved you inside the passenger seat, slamming the door before he situated himself in the drivers side. Your eyes watched in annoyance yet you were intrigued. Maybe because you haven't had any action with jaemin since about a week ago.

Resting your head against the headrest, you stared outside the window. There wasn't any way you could hold another conversation with the man, it would only drive your hormones insane.

Its been thirty minutes and to say you were paying attention would be the stupidest thing ever. every word that jaemin said went in one ear and out the other. Some part of you was purposely choosing to ignore him, but your attention span was almost non existent in the first place. So listening to jaemin talk about trigonometry was only boring you.

You tapped out, playing with your pencil or doodling on the paper. Each time you weren't paying attention, jaemin would ask you to write down the answer or a land a slap right on your thigh. It stung and made up jump with shock in your eyes as jaemin told you the same thing each time: "pay attention." But did you? God no. It was impossible. With the thought of a punishment too, it made your mind run like it was in a marathon.

"Little girl," jaemins voice once again brought you back to reality, "what did nana just say?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly, keeping your head down like you were shy yet you were far from it, holding a small grin on your innocent face.

"I dont know, nor do I care." You finally looked up. Jaemin was none too happy, letting his chest fall.

Shaking his head, he said once more to listen and pay attention.

Jaemin took your pencil so he could write out the problem for you, deciding to be nice even though you weren't returning it. You watched the way his pretty hands flexed with every number or letter he wrote. The subtle veins showing every so often too made you almost drool at the sight. Oh what you would do to have him wrap his hands around your neck again.

"Solve it." Jaemin threw the pencil down in front of you, resting his head in his hand to watch you. But you didn't move, not even a simple budge.

"No."

"Y/n its not that fucking hard, just solve it."

You glanced at the paper then the pencil that laid on the table before grabbing it and snapping it in half.

"Im not doing it." You faked a smile, ready for jaemin to snap just like the pencil.

"You need to pass this class, y/n. Stop messing around and pay attention."

You shot up from your seat, "I. Dont. Care. I'm going home."

It wasn't long before he suddenly stood up too, grabbing you by the hair and threw you on his bed, "Okay you wanna act up?" He hovered over you, pinning your arms down on the soft bed as he straddled your lower half. "I dont get why you continue to act like a brat when you know you're going to be punished. Unless you want it?" Jaemins face was merely inches in front of yours not until you blew into his face and smirked when he flinched and pulled away.

"Ever wonder why I act this way? Your easy to push, I can get in your head and make you get mad so I get exactly what I want." You snickered, "Not to mention its to make you suffer for not answering my question." A hand was placed on his covered chest, rubbing small circles on the fabric of the shirt.

Suddenly, jaemin laughed. Though, it wasn't a joyful one. It was more sadistic and filled with amusement, "How is it making me suffer if you're the one about to be punished?"

"Cuz i still get what I want in the end."

"My dick or my attention?"

"Both."

Jaemnn chuckled dryly, quickly sitting back and tearing your clothes off without a second thought.

You were ready to protest about your clothes until jaemin took matters in his own hands and shoved his fingers nearly down your throat to shut you up.

"Im tired of your voice." He spat, "All you talk is shit."

Whimpering around his fingers, you tried anything in your power to try and pry them out. He never moved back, sticking his fingers deeper and deeper until he heard you gag and whine the best you could. Your throat felt so tight and it was getting harder to breathe. Jaemin didn't care, deciding to just fuck your mouth with his fingers as he started pulling your pants and panties down, lifting his hips up so he can take them off all the way.

"It would be so much nicer if you weren't a brat you know." Jaemin began, easily shoving two fingers inside your dripping cunt, "Nana could've stuffed you full of his cock, made love to you, and made you happy. Instead," his fingers that were buried in your heat, curled and pushed in a certain way that made your eyes roll, "You wanted to be a little bitch."

You drew out a long hum, the pleasure felt so good after pushing jaemin for so long. All his anger was going to this one punishment and you should've felt scared, but you weren't. You were excited and loved every bit of it.

The way he fingered you was almost too surreal. It made your body crumple against his will and he wasn't even fucking you yet.

It was getting harder to breathe being filled by his two fingers. Just barely becoming too overwhelming so you tapped his hand to signal you needed to breathe. Jaemin took his hand out, watching your face to make sure you were okay as you gasped for air.

"Are y-you try-trying to kill me or s-something?" You moaned at one particular hard thrust that made your breath hitch.

"Oh shut up, I know you liked it. Probably imagined my cock down your throat." He bit his lip, taking in the thought of what you would look like on your knees for him before shaking it off.

"I-i was n-not."

Jaemin smirked devishly, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out more, but you kept clenching around him. Your hand grabbed his wrists in a death grip, moans fell from your open mouth and jaemin ate that all up. Loving how your body shook, knowing you were so close.

Right when you felt your orgasm coming, jaemin ripped his fingers out of you, essentially letting your juices flow out. But you didn't cum, no you were just that wet.

Your hips lifted up like you would get friction but there was nothing to get friction from, you looked dumb and pathetic.

"Not fair..." you mumbled, frowning at the annoying smirk on jaemins face.

"Punishments aren't supposed to be fair," he said a matter of factly, pushing your hips back down on your bed as he grazed his fingers over your wetness before pushing back in again.

This time setting a ruthless pace, taking in your fucked out expression.

"Jaemin- please im s-so close." Fidgeting and clawing at his wrists, the orgasm built back up. It got closer, closer, closer. Right there, it was right there, but jaemin took it away from you again.

"God, I love this way more than I should. Breaking a brat is so much fun." His fingers dripped with your arousal. He stared at the strand connecting his fingers. It was so much and so lewd, it should've been embarrassing to you yet it made him want more from you. "How many times should nana edge his pretty girl? Maybe-"

"Fuck you." You cried, ready to take this into your own hands and finish yourself off.

Jaemins hand made a perfect necklace on your neck, tightening his grip on the sides so you felt all his anger, "Thats the last thing I would say if I were you."

"W-what are y-you gonna do? Spank me?" Thinking he actually would if you said that, you were slapped across the face, eyes not staring at jaemin anymore but the wall next to the bed.

"Dont test me anymore, your already in for it." He growled into your ear. Leaving his hand wrapped around your neck, he slipped back inside, this time fucking his fingers into you at an antagonizing slow pace.

You wanted to scream and push him away for being a tease, but you reminded yourself that this is what you wanted, this was what you'll get. You had no idea how long this pain will continue though. All you could think about was cumming. In fact, that was the only thing on your mind as he fingered your tight pussy. The pain of not being able to orgasm was so unbearable, it just about made your eyes tear up. Were you that desperate that you'd cry over it?

"I wanna...c-cum so bad..."

The man above you stared at you in disbelief. He basically just started and you were already a mess.

"You really want to cum that badly?" You nodded hastily, tears at the brink of falling, you couldnt hold it in anymore, "Then apologize for all the shit you put us through. Starting with you ignoring me, fake dating jeno, and purposely pissing me off for the hell of it." Jaemin said with his whole chest. Being able to say it out loud reminded him of everything. From the time you started this crap, to now.

"I-im sorry- I'm so f-fucking sorry, jaemin." You forced yourself to look into his eyes, his angry red eyes that tore into your soul to find any lie, yet you had none. You meant what you said with full honesty, "Please nana, l-let me cum."

Jaemin simply gave you a nod and thats when you let everything out. You came all over his fingers but jaemin didn't stop nor slow down. He kept the same rough pace as before and you could only scream and cry from the sensitivity.

Then jaemin started rubbing and pinching your sensitive clit before giving your cunt a slap that made you jolt and cry out.

"Ahh- w-wait jae-mmm....s-so sensitive."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "thought you wanted to cum? I'm giving you what you want, babe."

Your legs closed around his fingers though it didn't stop him from curling and fucking them inside. He could just easily push them open yet he found your sensitivity amusing which led you to cum again without warning.

"What a pathetic little fucking brat you are." He gathered the white substance that leaked from your clentching hole and shoved it back in, "Making such a mess of yourself."

Your back arched, even more sensitive than before.

The hand on your neck moved down to your breast, squeezing at your nipples and playing with everything he could get his hand on. Your nipples were so sensitive that that alone could make you cry and moan just from a simple touch.

His fingers brushed against your sweet spot where you screamed his name. Being over sensitive made everything feel more pleasurable and painful. Every small touch on your pussy brought you to a shaking pleasure that you couldnt control. It was becoming too much and too overwhelming.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again? It hasn't even been five minutes." He watched, eyes filled with amazement as you shook and once again, came on his sheets and fingers.

Your shaking didn't stop though, it was like the kind of shake you get when your cold, though you were far from it. The intensity of this orgasm was just too much where even jaemin had to pull his fingers out and let you breathe for a moment.

"You okay, baby?" He asked quietly, kissing your temple as you nodded your head, "Can you give nana one more then?" Not wanting to stop, you nodded without a thought causing jaemin to smile and lean back.

Jaemin finally got rid of his clothing, crawling back on the bed before giving you a kiss so you wouldn't notice how he slipped his cock inside.

Surprisingly jaemin took his time pushing in, savoring your sweet little moans that drove him crazy. He started and kept a slow pace that made the overwhelming feeling dissolve away. Now you were wrapping your legs around his waist and staring into the soft eyes of jaemins that were just red a second ago.

Every vein against your walls made you feel ecstasy. Jaemin was careful with each thrust and it felt like pure love. They were passionate and he didn't fail to show it.

"Taking nanas cock so well, just like the good girl you are." Jaemin smiled at your beautiful face that contorted into pleasure. Both of your moans filled the room. More cuss words were thrown from you like it was the only thing in your dictionary.

The lewd sounds of your bodys bounced off the walls as jaemin fucked you slow and steady, grabbing your hips gently as he kissed all over your face, neck, and breasts. He sucked on your skin here and there, creating small bruises that looked like a tattoo as you grabbed the back of his head, lifting him up by the hair to bring his face to yours so you could place a kiss to his red lips.

The kiss was sloppy and slow. Neither of you cared though, both focused on your orgasms that kept coming closer.

Jaemins thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside you. The hand in jaemins hair pulled and messed up his locks, sure to create a messy sight later on.

" 'm gon-gonna cum." You moaned, lifting your hips up to meet his along the way.

"Cum, princess."

The final orgasm left your body feeling like it was on a cloud while all you saw were stars making jaemin coo at your fucked out face.

Pulling out, jaemin finished on your stomach before letting his body fall next to yours, wrapping an arm around your hips and pulling you into him..

You both panted out of tiredness, neither one bothering to move as you were both spent.

"Did I hurt you, princess? Are you feeling okay?"

You smiled into his chest, "no you didn't hurt me and I feel fine."

"Good." Jaemin smiled, petting your hair before laying his head on top of yours, "Wanna go on a date?"

You swear your heart stopped as your face heated up, "Jaemin, you're doing everything backwards."

"So is that a yes or no?"

"Of course its a yes!"

It was a peaceful restaurant that jaemin brought you to, saying it was supposed to be a place a lot of couples went to which you thought was absolutely sweet of him.

"So...uh." jaemin looked anywhere but your face like he didn't just have sex with you for the second time.

You snickered and sipped the drink in your hand, "Why are you so awkward all of a sudden? Its just me."

"I know it's just- I feel like I can't say what I wanna say because I'm afraid." Jaemin sighed.

"Of what exactly?" You placed the drink down, watching as jaemin fumbled with the menu before he covered his mouth and mumbled something you coulsnt quite grasp, "What did you say?"

"...nothing."

"Jaemin."

His doe eyes stared into yours like it was some sort of contest, wanting you to look away first but you and he did, "Alright fine. I said I'm a bit nervous if I were to ask you out."

Tilting your head to the side, you puffed your cheeks out in confusion, "Why?"

"The last relationship I had, the girl cheated on me. Afterwards she said it was because i wasn't good enough." He frowned, returning his attention back to the menu where you presumed was his hiding place for the time being.

"Well she's a bitch and is missing out on an amazing person." You pushed the menu down, "Is that why you acted that way when you saw jeno and I at the cafe? Did you think I thought you weren't good enough?"

Jaemin nodded slowly, "Kind of. I didn't want to lose someone I loved again."

"Loved? Na jaemin-"

"Dont say it." He groaned.

"You've gotten soft! Does this mean what I think it means?" You quirked a suggestive brow at him causing him to put his head in his hand.

"Yes, ill be your boyfriend." He said in his hand before you took it away and grabbed his face to kiss him. "I- princess when did you become do confident?"

"When did you become so shy?"

"Fair point."

Everything felt right all of a sudden. No more of jaemin being your bully. No more coffee being poured on your head. No more stupid high school drama that wasn't even drama in the first place. It was all right for once. And you couldnt say you could complain. After weeks, you got what you struggled to have before; na jaemin.

[remuswriting]

resentment; k. tobio

Kageyama & Twin! Male Reader

Summary: Kageyama believes Y/N, his twin brother, is the complete opposite of him, which means they have to hate each other.  The only thing is that Y/N didn’t get the memo.

Pairings: None

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and some fighting.

Word Count: 7,193

Notes: I’m still struggling to write reader insert things.  This was actually my first one to write, so I hope it’s not too bad.  Also, feel free to send in requests.

*****

It typically felt like everyone forgot Kageyama had a twin brother, and he fine with it.  They were nothing alike, which also caused Y/N to ask him what the point in even being twins was.  Tobio would just remind his brother was bitter they didn’t have any special twin powers, and the y/h/c boy never disagreed.

Y/N was pretty good when it came to school; he studied, made good grades, and teachers really liked him. He said it was because he could actually focus without thinking about which play to bring up to the team next practice, and Kageyama always threw a pillow at him for it.  When Kageyama was desperate to be tutored and went to Yachi, his brother actually got angry with him.

“We literally live in the same house and I make the same grades as Yachi-chan!” Y/N yelled one night when Kageyama couldn’t figure out a problem.  His brother had offered to help but declined.

“I never asked for you help!” Kageyama screamed, and soon enough it was just a screaming match.

There came a time where it had been decided one would be good at school and the other wouldn’t. It was accepted to think that, even if Kageyama refused it by saying he was good at school too.  No one ever said anything about it to him on how he was wrong even if Y/N always made over 80’s and Kageyama had never gotten anything close to that.

 *****

Y/N had a lot of friends. He could just smile at someone for them to talk to him and they were already calling him Y/N-san, never using his surname.  Kageyama was sure it was because he was ashamed of being related to him, but he had to admit it was easier to know who was.  They were fraternal twins, so it wasn’t like it was hard to tell them apart but when speaking about them or speaking to both of them at once, it helped.

Y/N always went on about the fact that if Tobio just spent time trying to talk to people and how to smile, then he could be so popular.  He didn’t have to wear things that Y/N did, because ‘it wouldn’t fit your aesthetic’ but he could just dress to impress more.  Kageyama constantly told him to stop teasing him, even if Y/N kept telling him he wasn’t trying to.

His brother could get anything he wanted if he just barely tried.  He was extremely pretty and used it to his advantage.  He could smile, unlike Kageyama, and it was his biggest weapon. Y/N wore sweaters nearly every day, sometimes a pastel orange hoodie, and all the girls constantly talked about him.

“Did you see Y/N-chan today? He looks so cute today,” a girl said in Kageyama’s class during lunch, and he rolled his eyes.  If only she knew that he dressed cute just to manipulate everyone into thinking he was a good person.

Kageyama walked past the two, going to the vending machine like he did every day.  He had to walk by the girls who were speaking about his brother though.

“Oh, I always forget he’s related to Kageyama,” one of them whispered as he passed. “Y/N-chan is so cute and nice unlike his brother.”

It never really bothered Kageyama, the whispers, because it came with being related to someone apparently so cute.  It pissed him off when he was compared to his brother by those who didn’t know them. If they spent that time talking about the differences in the two, they could instead be talking about the volleyball team and how they were going to win nationals.

When he made it to the vending machine near the gym, Y/N was waiting next to it with a milk in hand to give to his brother.  He was smiling at Kageyama, and it pissed the setter off for some reason.  Maybe it was the fact he heard those girls comparing the two as he left the class, or maybe it was the fact Y/N knew where he always got his milk from.  He was just pissed.

“What are you doing here?” Kageyama barked at his brother, and Y/N didn’t look fazed by the angry outburst.  It was the way the black haired boy spoke, why would it faze him?

“I wanted to eat with you. I noticed you forgot your bento box, and I made enough to share,” Y/N said with a small smile that only his family saw. “We could eat on the gym steps.”

“Don’t you have friends to eat with instead?” Kageyama asked, and the y/h/c boy retreated slightly into himself.

“I guess, but I wanted to eat with you,” Y/N said before a wide smile appeared on his face as turned to pull something out his bag. “I have something I’ve been meaning to show you!”

“I don’t want to see it,” Kageyama snapped before the other could even put his hand in his bag. “I don’t even want to eat with you, leave me alone.”

His brother frowned as he zipped his bag up and shoved the bento box into the other’s chest. “Okay, you need this more than me though.  Sorry for bothering you.”

Y/N walked off without looking back at Kageyama.  It was obvious he was extremely annoyed, but Kageyama was sure he didn’t care about that. He opened the bento box to see all his favorites packed in it, even things his brother hated.  Maybe he had given him his own bento box instead sharing his. Either way it annoyed him that the other thought he was being a knight in shining armor by just giving him food and some milk.

*****

Girls really liked Y/N, and Kageyama could see why but didn’t know why.  His brother was known as a pretty boy, every girl spoke about him at least once when talking about attractive boys at Karasuno.  It seemed like he was always being confessed to, but he was the worst as rejecting them.  Multiple girls had ended up crying because of it.

“Yachi-chan,” Y/N said as he walked into the gym before the team’s afternoon practice.  The blonde girl looked over at him with a squeak from not knowing he’d be there.   The first year boy had somehow managed to already change out of his uniform into a pastel blue t-shirt and black shorts.

He made eye contact with Kageyama across the gym, there was a hint of mischief in his gaze.  A small smile played on his lips before turning into a charming one as he looked back over to Yachi.  The sight of his brother made him want to scream, he hated when his brother came to practice without permission.

“Oh, Y/N-chan, what are you doing here?” Yachi asked, and the y/h/c boy’s smile turned into a small pout, which caused Yachi to go into a small freak out. “Not that it’s an issue you’re here!”

“All I want is to see my favorite brother play volleyball, is that not allowed?” Y/N asked, his voice sounding even sadder than he typically did whenever he wanted something. “I understand if it’s not.

“I’m your only brother, idiot!” Kageyama yelled from across the gym only for his brother to look over at him with sad eyes, which made Tobio want to scream even louder.

He hated how his brother could get nearly anything he wanted with just a single look.  His smile got him the most things, because it was just ‘too cute’ and Kageyama had always been slightly jealous that he couldn’t smile like the other could.  All of the photos of the two in their house had a smiling Y/N holding up peace signs and a frowning or attempting to smile Tobio next to him.  They would always share as children though, Y/N would get something if Tobio hadn’t gotten it just to share or give to him.  One day Kageyama told him he no longer wanted the other’s things, and he’s always say it was a pride thing even if he wondered if it had put wedge between them.

“You don’t actually want to watch me play,” Kageyama said, voice angrier than before but not as loud. His brother threw his head back with a small groan before he looked over at Kageyama.  Everyone was watching them, because they rarely had actual conversations around the team.

“I do want to watch you, but I’m also trying to avoid a girl who wants to confess,” Y/N admitted as he started to walk over to Kageyama.

“Why not just let her confess?” Suga asked as he put his water bottle by the wall.

“Last time I rejected someone, she begged me to consider just dating me without even liking her because I’d eventually fall in love with her.  I kept telling her it wouldn’t happen, and she started crying, and I’m scared this one will be like that one,” Y/N said with a stressed look in his eye.

“Okay, I understand your fear now,” Suga said, and Y/N groaned once again.

“Why don’t you just go to the club room like you do every day?” Kageyama snapped. “She won’t find you there.”

“O-oh,” Y/N stuttered out slightly as he looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that.

“You never think, dumbass,” Kageyama snapped at his brother, and the other first year looked up at him with an amused smile.

“Says the kid who has never passed a test,” Y/N said with a smirk before turning to everyone else and walking out of the gym. “See you after practice.”

“I wish your brother was on the team!” Noya exclaimed when he got in the gym, it was obvious the two had just passed each other. “It would be cool to have two Kageyama brains.”

“I don’t think it would ever be a good idea to have them on the same team,” Suga said with a chuckle, and Kageyama looked over at the third year. “They argue constantly.”

“I think it would be a great idea!” Hinata exclaimed as he picked up a volleyball. “He tells me my jumps are all gaah, and he’s so nice and pretty and he makes me feel like we’re actually friends!”

“He’s definitely nice, too nice for his own good,” Tanaka said before yelling. “Why must all the girls like that pretty boy!”

“Maybe because he’s not an idiot,” Tsukishima said coolly, and Yamaguchi snickered next to him. Tanaka growled, and Kageyama was pissed.

Volleyball was supposed to be his thing, even they had played together as kids.  Y/N stopped playing volleyball their first year of junior high and joined the creative writing club, where he actually did pretty good in.  He had won some award for a short story he wrote that Kageyama never read because he was mad his brother had quit volleyball.

When it just became Kageyama on the court, he didn’t want to hear Y/N’s name.  It reminded him of betrayal and hurt.  He also wondered what Y/N would’ve been like with Oikawa, if his charm would’ve worked against the senior.  Seeing Y/N in the gym and hearing his name while he played the one thing that was his, just made him livid.  Why couldn’t he just have one thing?

*****

Everyday Y/N waited for Kageyama in the club room so they could walk home together.  He worked on homework as he waited, sometimes wrote for his club activities, but never said much when the team would come in after practice.  He was normally chatty, but in the club room it’s like he turned off that part of him, and Kageyama was sure it was to piss him off.

Kageyama was livid from his brother coming into the gym hours before, and when he entered the club room to see his brother leaned against the wall on his phone; something in Kageyama snapped.  He stomped forward to tower over his twin, who looked up at him curiously.

“Why do you always wait on me?” Kageyama snapped, his brother’s eyes widened in shock.  They’d never acted like this in public, because they never fought in front of people because it was considered rude by their mother.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked as he squint his eyes up the boy.  It was almost like he was trying to test him without actually doing it. “Are you saying you wouldn’t wait for me?”

“Why would I wait for you!” Kageyama screamed, and the other was soon on his feet.  They were in each other’s space, and Y/N still had some lazy smirk on his face.

“We live in the same house, dumbass,” he said with a roll of his eyes, and Kageyama didn’t know why his brother wasn’t livid. “Also, one of us always forgets the key and it’s always empty.”

“I’d rather it be empty than you be there,” Kageyama snapped, and Y/N took a step closer into Kageyama’s space as a fire come alive in his y/e/c eyes.

“What’s your deal,” he asked, venom dripping from his voice, and Kageyama took a step back only for Y/N to take a step forward. “Why do you hate me so much?  Come on tell all of us!”

The team had filed into the club room, but no one had done anything to intervene.  No one knew if you were supposed to step in when siblings were fighting, or if you just let it happen.  Kageyama caught Suga’s gaze, which screamed for him to just stop and drop it, but the first year didn’t.

“You’re you, that’s why,” Kageyama sneered as Y/N smirk disappeared into a thin line with his jaw clenched. “I don’t give two shits about anything you do, but everyone else does! I just wish I didn’t have to hear about you or see you!”

Suddenly Kageyama was being pinned to the wall by his brother, who was in his face more than ever now.  They’d never had a fight like this before, one where Y/N actually got physical.

“You think you’re so tough and scary!” Y/N screamed, and it was obvious he was about to hit the setter when he was pulled away by Tsukishima and Daichi.  Suga held back Kageyama.

Kageyama went to surge forward, but Suga grabbed his shoulder and Tanaka grabbed the other one. The sight of his brother wearing some ridiculous pastel orange hoodie with shorts being held back by his teammates made him laugh.

“Oh, so this is all so funny to you?” Y/N screamed, obviously a lot angrier than the other. “Well congratulations, Tobio!  You don’t have deal with me ever again!  Have fun home alone!”

Tanaka had thrown the y/h/c bag over to him, and the first year glared at Kageyama as if he wanted him dead.  Sure, the black haired boy was angry, but it was almost as if the tables had been turned until his brother spoke again.

“See you never, dickhead!” He called out as he flipped the setter off and exited the room.

Kageyama was now having to be forcefully held back from leaving the room.  He was on the verge of only seeing red.  How dare his brother speak to him like that.  What was wrong with him?  The setter usually went to play volleyball after their fights, to calm him, but he knew it would anger him even more.

“Hey, Kageyama, take a deep breath,” Suga said as Daichi walked over to the two setters.  He looked pissed, but the first year didn’t care for once.

He noticed Hinata behind Daichi with a lot of the other teammates, he looked shocked for some reason. Probably because his precious Y/N turned out to not be what everyone thought he was, even though Kageyama had always known.

“What’s going on with you?” Daichi snapped, which made Kageyama look the third year in the eyes with a sharp look.

“Why do you care?” Kageyama asked, and he really meant it.  Why did they care about him right now, usually people were running off to comfort his brother at this point.

“Because you’re my teammate. You matter to us,” Daichi said sternly, and Kageyama rolled his eyes with a scoff.

“Why are you so mean to Y/N-chan?” Hinata asked, and Kageyama glared at the ginger from across the room.  If he could, he probably would’ve already been fighting the middle blocker.

“I’m mean?  Did you not just see how he treated me?” Kageyama snapped. “He’s the one who is being mean!”

“Dude, all he had been doing was waiting on you to go home,” Tanaka said, causing Kageyama to look at him. “You started acting like a dick for no reason.  He treated you that way because you treat him that way.

“Why are you still defending him?  He showed you that he’s not what you guys think he is!  He’s not charming or nice or cool or whatever you say!” Kageyama screamed, and he could feel himself getting so angry he could cry soon. “He’s an asshole just like me!”

Suga turned him to look at him, and he scared the first year a little.  There was so much annoyance and anger in his eyes, and it reminded the first year that his upperclassman wasn’t just a soft and reassuring person, but also aggressive.  It was obvious the third year was ready to go off when the door opened to reveal a very angry Yachi.

“What did you do?” Yachi asked as she pointed at Kageyama, there was anger in her voice but not enough to scare him.

“Nothing?” Kageyama questioned, not sure what she was asking.

“Oh, so me running into an extremely upset Y/N because you told him you basically don’t want to be his brother is nothing?” Yachi asked, and now she was starting to get scary.

“It’s none of your business!” Kageyama yelled for the blonde to flinch slightly. “Just leave it!”

Yachi looked conflicted before she took a deep breath and stared at Kageyama with a challenging look. “No.  I’m not going to leave it when one of my best friends is upset.”

“Do you know if he even wants to be your friend or if he’s manipulating you?” Kageyama asked, and he knew that Y/N was just trying to take his team away, he couldn’t actually befriend them.

“Enough with it, Kageyama!” Suga yelled as he yanked the other to look at him. “We all know he’s an asshole!  You two are so alike there, but he just knows how to hide it better than you!”

“We’re nothing alike!”

Thy couldn’t be alike, because they were different.  Fraternal in everything, especially the way Y/N had left Kageyama when he needed him most; Tobio wouldn’t have done that.  His brother was something else, maybe worse than an asshole, and no one was seeing it.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re alike or not,” Yachi said as she walked closer to the setter, never getting too close to him. “You two are family!”

“You don’t know anything about our family,” Kageyama sneered slightly, because he knew he only had Y/N in the house with him now since Miwa had left and mom rarely home.

“I know that he loves you,” Yachi said, not backing down. “He started making a scrapbook for this season, but it mainly focuses around you.  We became such close friends because he needed help with something that was meant for you.”

“A scrapbook?” Kageyama asked, and he remembered how his mother used to make them all the time when they were really young.  Miwa would help her as Y/N stared at it in amazement, and Kageyama practiced outside with his volleyball.

“Yes, he said you may really like it.  He made sure to buy one big enough for three years, because he wants you to have something to remember years from now.  The scrapbook is done now though, he said there’s no point in continuing if you hate him,” Yachi explained, and Hinata stepped up beside her.

Kageyama couldn’t help but think about all the times Y/N had been running cold water on burnt fingers with the excuse of burning himself with candles. Or the countless band aids on his fingers from actually getting into thorns.  It made sense for it to end up being from making a scrapbook, but the first year didn’t want to accept his brother wanting to do something for him like this.

“He went to every game you had just to buy tickets, asked me to bring him a schedule from the Tokyo training camp, and there were mainly photos of you he had taken at games.  I told him to just become a manager, but he told me that you’d hate it and he’d just stay on the sidelines,” Yachi continued, she trying to not scream but everyone could feel it coming on soon.

“How was I supposed to know any of this?” Kageyama barked back. “It’s not like he told me!”

“Kageyama, how is Y/N supposed to know to tell you anything when all you do is push him away?” Daichi asked as he placed a hand on the first year’s shoulder, and it made Kageyama fall silent for a moment before started to get angry once again.

“You guys don’t know anything!” Kageyama screamed, pulling out of Daichi’s grip. “I was the one who was pushed away, not him!”

“Kageyama, calm down!” Suga screamed as he made him look at him, maybe now he was going to say what he wanted. “Y/N is your twin brother, and it doesn’t matter who pushes who away or how different you are!  You guys are actually really alike, but neither of you see it!”

“We’re not alike!” Kageyama screamed back, and he didn’t know why it made him so angry.  He remembered wanting to be like his brother when he was younger because of how much people liked him.  He wanted to be like Y/N because he always had everyone’s attention, especially when they played volleyball as kids.

“You are though!” Noya screamed, obviously getting riled up from everyone around him.

Kageyama noticed only the starting lineup, Suga, Yachi, and Yamaguchi were the only ones left in the clubroom with him, even though the majority of them hadn’t said a word. Yamaguchi looked pissed off, and Kageyama wasn’t sure as to why.

“No, we aren’t!” He screamed back. “Everyone likes him.  He’s smart, funny, cute, and someone everyone wants to be friends with!  He’s always had more friends than I do, and always had people who call him by his given name!”

Everyone stared at him as if he had confessed something so secretive.  It was common knowledge that Y/N was the ‘better twin’ in those aspects, and there shouldn’t be shocked expressions surrounding him.

“You’re both assholes,” Tsukishima said, breaking the silence. “That’s how you’re like each other. Just because Y/N is better at being secretive about it doesn’t mean you’re completely different.”

“It’s like he could tell you that you look like shit, but it seems like a compliment because of how he says it.  You just can’t hide aggression,” Yamaguchi added, and Hinata looked like he was on fire for a second.

“He’s also obsessed with writing just like you are with volleyball!” Hinata exclaimed, and Kageyama rolled his eyes. “No, really!  He’s always writing! The other day he was writing during lunch by himself as he ate!”

Kageyama stared at everyone and didn’t know what to say.  He wasn’t like Y/N, he just couldn’t be.  His entire life had been only seeing the differences from the way they looked to the way people interacted with them.  They didn’t understand what he meant when he said they were completely different.

“You’re just jealous, Kageyama,” Yachi said, she started look like her normal self; ready to run if things were too much or just freak out. “He’s jealousy of you too.”

“Why would I be jealous of him?” Kageyama screamed, and Yachi flinched as she took a step and bumped into Hinata.

“He’s got loads of friends and is super pretty!” Hinata exclaimed with a laugh. “It’s silly though because you have us and volleyball!”

“He used to play volleyball too,” Kageyama said quickly. “So, it hasn’t always been mine, just like you guys will end up being ours after a while.”

“He used to play!” Noya and Tanaka exclaimed, missing the entire point of learning that. “Why doesn’t he anymore?”

“I don’t know,” Kageyama snapped, before he took a deep breath. “He quit when we got to junior high.”

“Wait, what,” Noya said as a confused look made its way to his face. “How could Y/N even make this scrapbook; he doesn’t come to anything.”

“He’s come to every game we’ve had this year,” Yamaguchi said, and Kageyama looked over at the freckled boy. “He sits where you can’t spot him, well if you’re on the court that is.”

“King, you look so confused,” Tsukishima said, and Kageyama was confused. ��Why would Y/N even do any of this?  The setter had been sure his brother hated him. “He never shows his face because he’s scared you’ll get angry with him.”

“I wouldn’t though!” Kageyama yelled, and he knew there was no need to.  Maybe he was yelling at himself instead, because he realized this was all his fault. “Why would I get angry at him for coming to a game?”

He knew he would’ve been angry.  There would’ve been a whole scene in the hallway where Kageyama told his brother he didn’t deserve to be there.  He’d be angry because Y/N didn’t get to take back what he had done three years ago.

“You need to ask him that yourself,” Yachi said before looking at her watch and shrieking. “I need to go now!  Bye!”

She dashed out of the room, and suddenly boys were getting ready to leave immediately while Kageyama stood still.  How was he supposed to ask Y/N why he felt too scared to talk to him?  It wasn’t really a conversation that most siblings had, especially twins.  A clap on the back brought him out of his thoughts.

“It’ll be okay, Kageyama, don’t worry,” Suga said with a smile, and Kageyama nodded.  Maybe things would be okay.

*****

Kageyama was walking home, already separated from the group at this time, and he hadn’t realized how lonely it was.  His brother usually kicked rocks and they had competitions to see who could kick the rock the farthest (Y/N always won somehow), or he’d hum whatever J-Pop song was stuck in his head.  Sometimes he’d sing, but his singing voice wasn’t the best; not that it was horrible by any means, just not the best.  Without all of that, it was just quiet and Kageyama didn’t like it.

The thought of an empty house made him cringe, because that would be another level of quiet. Typically, his brother was always doing something, whether is be playing music, humming, studying, watching tv, etc. he was always doing something that created noise in their house.  The setter had always thought of it as annoying, but now he couldn’t imagine his life without out.

He heard someone sniffling, as if they were sobbing, and looked ahead to see Y/N sitting on the sidewalk next to a small bridge.  His face was between his raised knees, and he looked like a mess just like that.  Who knew how long he had been sitting out here in the crisp autumn air.

“Y/N?” Kageyama asked, and the other looked up fast and he looked worse than before.

Kageyama had seen his brother cry before, it had never been something he enjoyed seeing, but this was something else. Red cheeks and eyes with tear stains that could almost be tattooed on him.  His hair was everywhere, unlike usual when he tried to keep it looking as nice as possible.

“Tobio?” Y/N asked as his voice cracked, and suddenly the raven haired boy remembered the last time his brother looked like this.  Their grandfather’s funeral.

The memory of his brother sobbing when they had gotten home from the funeral.  Kageyama didn’t like it at all.

“Are you okay?” Kageyama asked as he walked over to sit next to the other.

“What do you think,” Y/N said with a hurt laugh before he wiped his eyes as he looked at his brother. “It’s not like my brother basically said he didn’t care if I died or anything.”

The venom in Y/N’s voice made Kageyama flinch.  He should have known that would be what he was going to say, but it still hurt in a way he didn’t realize would.  Tobio looked down at the ground as he pulled his knees but to copy his brother’s actions.

“I didn’t mean it,” he said, before he sighed. “I mean I did, but I don’t anymore.  I’ve just been so angry with you.”

“No shit,” Y/N said with a laugh. “I just don’t know why, and I was going to ask but I knew you’d kill me if I did.”

Kageyama chuckled slightly. “You’re probably right.”

“I know it’s because I quit volleyball when we go to middle school,” Y/N said as he looked up at the night sky. “I had quit for a couple reasons, but it was mainly because I felt like you didn’t want me there.  I waited for you to reach out to me, but you never did though and then you confirmed it earlier tonight.”

“I never wanted you to quit volleyball,” Kageyama said as he looked at the concrete.  Neither of them could look at each other while they spoke, and maybe that was something they had in common.

“You didn’t?”

Kageyama finally made himself look over at his brother, who was staring at him, and the other still had eyes full of tears.  He looked happy though, as if he had never felt this relieved before.

“I didn’t,” Kageyama said slowly as he looked away. “I just didn’t know how to make you stay or why’d you leave me like that.  At the time, I was so angry that I didn’t care why’d you quit, I only cared that you had left the one thing we really had together.”

Y/N looked straight ahead and took a deep breath.  It was quiet between the two, but at the same time it was like the y/h/c boy’s thoughts were so loud.

“I quit because everyone always surrounded me, but never you,” he said eventually, and Kageyama looked up at him to see him still staring straight ahead. “I’d score a point, and no one ever complimented your sets, which were the real reasons why mine and everyone was able to spike so well.”

Kageyama remembered grumbling about it once to his brother.  He wished someone would tell him good set outside of Y/N, but no one ever did.  Every spike his brother did received a ‘nice kill!’ or ‘great one, Y/N’ but never anything towards him.

“People ignored you, and it just made me so mad.  You were the setter!” Y/N yelled as he threw his hands up. “You were the one who made it all work and they just ignored you!  I just thought if I left, then you’d get the credit you deserved, and I wasn’t all that great anyways; not like you.”

“You were great though!” Kageyama screamed, and he felt riled up from his brother’s frustration. “You deserved all the credit you got, because he hit my tosses no one else could hit! We were a great team!”

Y/N gave him a warm smile, one they used to share on the court when they won a game or had the perfect quick attack.  Tobio hadn’t realized how much he missed that smile, because it reminded him of the last time volleyball had been fun until he got to Karasuno.

“You have Hinata now though, Tobio,” his brother said softly, no malice in his voice.  He looked away with a sigh. “Remember how I won that dumb short story contest?”

The setter hadn’t expected for that to come up.  He did faintly remember it, but he mainly remembered that he didn’t read it.  There had been a whole statement out of not reading it and Miwa had tried to get him to read it because Y/N didn’t seem all that interested in forcing him.  He didn’t know what that had to do with any of this though.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, and Y/N chuckled as he wiped his eyes.  He wasn’t still crying, but his eyes were still watering because it took so much to calm down when he cried like that.

“I know you didn’t read it, so let me tell you what it was about.  It focused around a setter, an extremely talented one, but he struggled to find his voice on the court.  He tried silence, bare minimum, and demanding but he just couldn’t find the right voice. He thought he was alone, everyone had left him, but his brother was still there to encourage him to keep looking for that ‘right voice’ he needed.”

Tobio stared at the other, unsure of what to say.  Y/N had wrote about him throughout his years of volleyball, even years where Kageyama didn’t think they had each other.  He had been so angry about his brother quitting, he never actually paid attention to the other.

“So, you wrote about me?” Tobio asked softly, worried Y/N was going to tell him that was all a lie.

“I wrote it about us, or what I wanted for us.” Y/N looked at his brother, a look Tobio couldn’t figure out on his face. “I wanted you to see me, and that’s how I made it a reality in my life.  I went to every game, learned every annoying chant, cooked for you after every game, and so much more but you never saw me.  I was so angry even though I knew it was my fault, if I just stayed in volleyball, then you’ve still loved me.”

“I didn’t know you felt like that,” Kageyama said slowly, and his brother stared at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing ever.

Neither of them had ever been the best at expressing how they felt until it all just happened at once. They could say sorry without an explanation, because it was hard to explain to your brother how you had hurt him. Y/N was able to speak more than Kageyama could though, but it seemed to have gotten better since he had joined the creative writing club.

“It’s not like I ever told you, so you can’t help it.  I just,” Y/N paused to look at Tobio, y/e/c staring straight into him as if he was searching for the words in the other. “I just became so frustrated that I started to appear randomly where I knew you’d be because you’d react, and people would realize we were related.  I just wanted to be seen.”

Y/N quickly looked away after saying that, as if he was embarrassed.  Kageyama didn’t know what to say, because he never knew what to say in these situations.  They had never had to talk like this before.

“I just never realized how much it upset you that I quit volleyball, but I don’t think I would’ve stayed either way.  You have a team who loves you, brings out the best in you, and you don’t need me anymore.”

It was silent for maybe a minute or two, there was no way to really know.  All Tobio knew was that it was getting late, and they needed to get home soon, but they couldn’t until everything was out there.  They needed to talk, even though this was hard.

“Volleyball was how we spoke to each other when we were younger.  It was like our stupid twin superpower that you want so badly,” Tobio said, and Y/N chuckled. “When we played, we knew how the other felt and thought without having to ask or say anything.  You quit volleyball, and it felt like you cut off communication because you no longer wanted to be there with me.”

Y/N threw his head back with a groan as let out a deep sigh.  He wouldn’t look at Tobio, eyes going the opposite direction when he finally brought his head back down.  So much hesitation, and the setter wondered if this meant his brother had wanted to cut off communication.  The raven haired boy looked down at the ground as he waited for the other to speak.

“I miss volleyball.” Tobio’s head whipped up to look at the y/h/c. “I don’t think you understand how much I miss it.  You’re right, that is how we used to communicate, but I hoped we’d find a new way to.”

“I didn’t,” Y/N cuts off his brother.

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t know!” He screamed as he stood up. “I left you all alone, and it makes sense for you to hate me!  I don’t even get the right to miss it.”

Tobio slowly stood up as he grabbed his brother’s things.  The other looked like he was about to cry again, and they both knew it was getting too late to just be sitting on the curb.

“Let’s go home,” Kageyama said, and his brother just nodded. “When we get there, we can play around with the volleyball a little.”

A small smile broke out on Y/N’s face, one that his brother missed.  It was the one he used when he complimented Kageyama on the court.  He was content.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

*****

“You have your lunch, right?” Y/N asked as he and his brother were about to leave the house to go school. “If you don’t, then it’s being locked away in the house.”

“I have it!” Kageyama yelled from the other room, and his brother wasn’t sure if he yelled out of annoyance or for him to hear; maybe both.

“Okay, then let’s get going.”

Y/N talked on the way to school, Kageyama chuckled occasionally or inserted a ‘dumbass’, but it was mainly the older twin speaking.  A lot of stories of how he had to deal with girls and a small part of how he wasn’t sure if he even liked girls before skipping past that as if he had never said that into his teachers.  Tobio never knew his brother could talk this much.

Hinata waited for the two of them, more like for Kageyama, and then the two raced as Y/N walked behind them.  He wasn’t in a hurry and was actually really tired from staying up so late, but it had been worth it.  He hadn’t been able to talk to Tobio like he did on his walk here in a long time, and his brother seemed to even enjoy the random stories.

“Y/N!” A voice called out and Suga was jogging to meet up with him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything is a lot better.  I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.  I would apologize for Kageyama, but I imagine you’ve seen him pissed off like that before,” he said with a gentle smile.

“That’s really good, I’m glad things are better,” Suga said as they walked, and he looked down at the first year’s attire. “You’re not in your uniform?”

“Oh, yeah.  Kageyama and I want to try something.  I didn’t think being in my uniform would be the best for it,” Y/N said, and Suga realized what Kageyama meant when he said the first year manipulated people.  Last night the y/h/c had been screaming, violent, and overall aggressive, but here he was, giving a smile to Suga that made the third year feel as if he had never done anything wrong.

“Oh, well I hope it goes well,” Suga said, and the other nodded as he walked to the gym as the third year walked to the club room.

Daichi had already opened the gym and had started stretching.  The first year followed his lead, but not stretching to the extent the other was.  He just didn’t want to tear something, because he knew that would be his luck. Attempt to spike in front of an entire team only to fuck up your body.

Tobio and Hinata appeared soon, and the setter had a smirk on his face when he looked at his brother. He turned to Hinata, who looked starry eyed like he did every morning.  Y/N wondered if the ginger was ever tired.

“Can you throw a ball for me and Y/N, we want to try something,” Kageyama asked, and Hinata nodded with a confused look.

“Don’t ask what we’re doing, you’re about to see,” Y/N said, and that somehow made the ginger seem less confused.

They got the balls out and the gym had started to fill up with players, but Y/N hadn’t noticed.  He had to remember how to get into the zone with this.  The embarrassment of it he messed up made him want to die just from the thought, so he had to get this right on the first time.

Hinata threw the ball and Y/N ran like he used to; quick.  He remembered thinking about how Hinata was a little faster than him, but Y/N’s main skill was his speed.  He jumped in the air and his hand hit the ball perfectly, making a sound that he had missed so much.  It slammed into the other side of the court, and he grinned at his brother.

“Hell yeah!” He screamed, and suddenly they were doing the handshake they had made up when they were 10 to impress everyone on the team.

“You never told us you could do that!” Hinata exclaimed with so much excitement, he seemed to be even more starry eyed than before.

“We’re the Kageyama twins, we’re geniuses,” Y/N with a laugh, and Tobio smiled over at him.

“You could always join the team,” Suga said, and Y/N was grateful Ukai had yet to make it.  If he had seen that, he’d either be pissed or excited.

“Nah, I prefer cheering you guys on.  You have to have a number one fan, don’t you?” Y/N asked, coming off as more charming than he had wanted to.

The team looked so touched, and he awkwardly looked over to his brother who started to laugh.  Well, that wasn’t what he wanted, but he knew it was a good sign.

“Guess I won’t be your biggest fan,” Y/N said to his brother who rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, right,” Kageyama replied before he went to go stretch, only for Y/N to let out a huge sigh.

“Not your biggest fan anymore, it was that easy!” Y/N exclaimed, and Suga laughed into his hand at how the siblings were acting.

“Shut up, dumbass!” Tobio yelled back, not even turning to look at his brother.

“Seems like they made up,” Suga whispered over to Daichi. “Kind of weird seeing Kageyama acting like this with someone he thought about killing constantly.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice, isn’t it?” Daichi asked.

“Yeah. Yeah it is.”

[abacus-and-paper-money]

Comet Theory Thursday: The Private & Fucked-Up Life of The House

[CONTENT WARNING! Today's analysis gets a little darker than normal, and there will be discussion of abuse/child abuse, manipulation, and similar topics. Please proceed with caution, and feel free to dip if things start getting too dark or something triggers you. ^^] It's no secret to anybody that the Bolkonsky household is incredibly fucked. I mean, they literally introduce themselves that way. "Andrey's family, totally messed up." But since today's vote was literally UNANIMOUS, and to make up for my inactivity because of finals this week, I thought that I'd do an extra-good and thorough job on this one. I've pulled out the off-broadway recordings, which I don't normally listen to, as extra evidence. Additionally, I've done some research on domestic abuse for some additional proof. Also, if you haven't already, please read the warning at the top of this post before continuing. Content under the cut! [Usual Disclaimer: This is an analysis of Great Comet and Great Comet!Bolkonskys, and does not include any canon from War & Peace. I consider them separate universes. :D Plus I haven't actually read War & Peace-]

Alrighty, welcome to the analysis! Let's just dive right in. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that everybody is kind of on the same page in the "OPB is an asshole, Mary is baby and deserves NONE of this shit," book. And, surprise surprise, that's exactly what I found more of. Not only is he an asshole, but it's to the point of emotional abuse. So, let's look at the symptoms of abuse and child abuse. According to Mayo Clinic (which is a very credible source, I did my research, guys) here are some symptoms of abuse/child abuse. I've written down here the ones that seem to be visible in Mary. These include: • Loss of self-confidence or self-esteem • Social withdrawl or a loss of interest or enthusiasm • Depression • Desperately seeks affection • Difficulty establishing or maintaining relationships • Challenges with intimacy and trust • Inability to cope with stress and frustrations • Seeming fearful • Seeming anxious to please the abuser And some characteristics of abusers/abusive relationships that I see in OPB & Mary (from Healthline, which is for the most part pretty reliable, minus the occasional pseudoscience article lmao): • Name-Calling • Sarcasm & Belittling • Threats • Orders • Walking out in social situations, and therefore leaving you with all the pressure • Trivializing & making excuses for their behavior • Interrupting • Cutting you off from others or society in general, directly or indirectly All of this sounds pretty damn familiar, right? "And I have no friends, no, never go anywhere," "Insolent girl!" "Bring me my slippers! Bring me my wine!" And from the Off-Broadway: "Silence!," etc. Okay, let's analyze more thoroughly, now that we have some basics down. Mary's anxiety and tension is through the roof from the minute we meet her. (Fun fact, costume designer Paloma Young said that the numerous buttons on Mary's dress represent her anxiety and the urge to fiddle) Mary's general personality and emotions are pretty easy to understand right away. Anxious, caring, socially awkward, and most of all, lonely. Which she talks about a lot. Which she wouldn't do, if it didn't bother her. She desperately wants a friend or a spouse, somebody to care about her. Though that latter is probably moreso the only way to escape her current predicament. "And I have no friends, no, never go anywhere," for example. We also have the line "Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be anyone's wife?" Which almost ties the two statements together, equating happiness with being somebody's wife, and therefore escaping her situation. So, if she's so desperate for somebody to be friends with, why does she judge Natasha so hastily? Well, there's a few reasons. First off, she knows her father doesn't like Natasha, and she's been conditioned her whole life to always agree with what he says. There's also Mary's intense jealousy of her. Natasha has always been adored by everyone, including Mary's own brother, who seems not to care about his sister very much. There's also the possibility that Mary just wants Natasha out as fast as possible, to avoid her father becoming angrier, which would most likely be taken out on her. It's also important to take into account that Mary probably doesn't know how to even MAKE friends, considering she's been cut off from society for so long. Her strained and anxious "oh. Oh hello. Won't you come in?" Conveys that pretty well. Then, we have the commanding. It's relatively normal for parents to tell their children to do things, but OPB is so fucking order-y about it, with the "Bring me my slippers!" and "Bring me my wine!" And shit. And even worse, the off-broadway recording includes "Silence! Silence!" And "You shut your damn mouth girl, Shut your damn mouth, I can hurt you!" Also found in the off-broadway recording, Mary says "He could beat me, or treat me like a dog. Make me fetch wood or water, and it's just how it is. Oh father, I love you father" OPB also has a tendency to make his daughter feel like she's the one at fault, or she's the one who's being bad to him, which is one

of the biggest characteristics of abuse. We have "This is just how it is, It's just how he is, I'm always to blame," and of course the "I disgust myself" from the end of the song. "This is just how he is," plays a significant role here, too. Mary's in a constant internal struggle between being angry at her father, and being angry at herself while she makes excuses for him like "He is a tired old man and must be forgiven." She tells herself that she's the one at fault here, no doubt because that's what she's always been told. "He is old and feeble, and I dare to judge him." On the other side of that, there's the anger that comes out occasionally. One of the most telling moments between Mary & OPB is the whole "I can hurt you" bit. OPB says it first, threatening her. (possibly something he's carried out before?) Then they both say it together, and then Mary's "but I never, ever, ever, ever would! No, father, I love you, father." What I'm seeing is Mary trying to retaliate against the first "I can hurt you," but simultaneously getting scared back into submission by her father. Her reaction is to immediately take it back, and then offer her love to show that she isn't an enemy. Also, if you watch her on stage, during the "Never, ever, ever, ever"s she's looking around at the audience, a little panicked, and almost rushing to tell them that she didn't mean it. Shifting gears slightly, we're now gonna look at how Mary feels trapped. Her constant mentions of both time and loneliness show that she feels powerless and unable to escape her situation. Even from the very first time she says anything in the story: "But besides the couple of hours during which we have guests, there are also twenty-two hours in the day." That's oddly specific, isn't it? I mean I know how math works, a couple + 22 = 24, but still. Mary seems to be acutely aware of time and it's passing. The feeling like she's running out of time heightens her anxiety, because the older she gets, the less appealing she'll be to suitors, and therefore less likely to get married, and therefore much less likely to get out of her situation. OPB also seems to be purposefully scaring off suitors so that she has no chance of getting away in a socially acceptable manner. Mary also doesn't seem to be getting any support from her brother either. When Andrey comes home near the end of the show, Mary is onstage, waiting for him. She stands up to greet him, but instead he just pushes past her to sit on their father's chair. The fuck, dude? Anyway, that about wraps everything up. Overall, I've come to the conclusion that Old Prince Bolkonsky can suck a dick, and Mary deserves none of this shit. Hope you enjoyed! I worked really hard on this one. This week's topics will be posted in a bit!

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost. 

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along. 

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was. 

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder. 

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation. 

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it  was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects. 

13: Thats exactly what they did. 

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay. 

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos. 

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you? 

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat. 

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked. 

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly. 

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess. 

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hii!! I saw that your requests are open again so I hope u don't mind cosidering mine!! Maybe some Hcs of the THH bois being sad and their s/o comforts them and when they think they're asleep, they sing them a lullaby? the idea makes me very soft 👉👈🥺

Oop this idea makes me v soft, too ;w;

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Taka

You knew how emotional Taka tends to get, even over simple things like you reminding him that you appreciated him in your life.

Though one day, you find him laying on the bed, crying into a pillow.

The fact he neglected to greet you when you came home was especially concerning, since he always did that.

So you lay down beside him and hug him closely, asking what’s wrong.

He just buries his head into your chest and sobs about a quiz he failed, believing his life was ruined because of it.

Anyone else would’ve probably laughed at him for bawling his eyes out over something that insignificant.

But you never do. 

You understand he takes a lot of pride in success...and that he could be harsh on himself for little mistakes.

Instead you hold him tighter and reassure him that one bad grade doesn’t mean his future is in shambles.

Eventually he calms down, thanking you for those words he often needed to hear.

Before seemingly passing out from the exhaustion of crying.

You pet his black hair for a bit, and then quietly sing a short lullaby.

In response, his arms hug you tighter.

Mondo

Usually, he’s scary when he’s upset. 

But around you, however, he looks like a kicked puppy.

This especially becomes true when he comes home after an argument with his gang.

He takes a shower and comes back out to greet you, his infamous pompadour now shoulder-length brown hair.

Now he looks like a wet kicked puppy.

If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll just say it was another stupid fight with his gang, who still doubt his capabilities as a leader.

You knew he was trying his best to keep them in one piece--fulfilling his late brother’s dying wish.

So you understood he could take those insults to heart.

He doesn’t wanna go into much detail, knowing he’ll just get angrier (and probably break the coffee table for the third time this week).

You just pat your lap, inviting him to lay his head down there for a while.

He obliges and just closes his eyes as you run your fingers through his hair.

It soothes him to sleep real fast.

And you hum a small song to help ease his mind and forget his frustrations.

Leon

It’s quite easy to tell when he’s sad, even if he doesn’t say anything directly to you.

Oftentimes, it’s when you enter the bedroom or living room and see him curled up with a pillow, eyes moist and red.

The moment he sees you, though, the pillow’s on the ground and he opens his arms up.

It’s like he’s saying “hold me right now or I will die”.

So you oblige and let him cuddle with you like a teddy bear, already feeling better now that you’re here.

He’ll talk about what’s bothering him if you ask.

Usually it’s either growing pressures of baseball practice or his own insecurities eating away at him.

Though sometimes he just says he wants to sleep the day away.

You’re fine with that, and you help him relax by singing a bit of a lullaby.

All he can pay attention to is your calming voice as he dozes off.

After the nap, he feels a lot better.

Hifumi

It’s typical for him to come crying to you about being bullied again.

Though when he asks if you truly loved him...that becomes a shock to you.

Of course you did! What idiot would try to tell him you didn’t?

You swear this is the last time anyone would mess with your big and lovable fanfic writer.

Usually the perfect solution is to sit down on the couch with his head in your lap, while you brush away his tears and list all of the things you loved about him.

No really. You have an actual list you keep in case someone has the nerve to ask you what you see in him.

He might get choked up all over again as he realizes he shouldn’t listen to those idiots.

At some point, he does fall asleep, and you catch yourself humming the tune of some anime song you recently heard.

Funny enough--he sometimes mumbles the lyrics in his sleep.

Yasuhiro

You find him sitting alone in his room, looking sad as he stares down at a crystal ball in his hands.

At first you scared him when you rush over to ask him what’s wrong (fortunately you save him another million yen by catching the ball before it hit the floor).

But once he calms down, he just says he feels like a “useless idiot” during trials sometimes.

He wonders why Monokuma insists everyone participates if he can’t contribute anything good.

What breaks your heart most is when he asks if you think he’s an idiot.

You just take his hands and reassure him he’s far from that.

You remind him that he did bring up some important topics that helped piece the crimes together.

So he’s not useless at all.

He feels much better after those reassurances, though also tired since he was doing a lot of thinking.

So you two just cuddle, and when you think he’s fully out, you quietly sing a random song.

Though he mumbles a “wow you sing rly good” before dozing off.

Makoto

Sometimes the guilt of class trials weighs heavily on him.

Especially when he leaves knowing he basically sent someone to their death.

Even though he knows he has to if everyone else wants to survive.

But that doesn’t stop the nightmares he has of the victims and blackeneds taunting him, blaming him for their deaths instead of Monokuma.

Fortunately, you sleep with him on those nights.

And when he wakes up suddenly, you’re quick to bring him into your arms.

Though if you’re a heavy sleeper, expect to be shaken awake by a teary-eyed Makoto who was scared you died.

When you’re awake, you comfort him by resting your chin on top of his head, while he listens to your heartbeat.

A reminder that you’re still alive.

And you end up singing a short lullaby once he falls back to sleep, ensuring he stayed asleep knowing you were safe.

Chihiro

Knowing Chihiro, it was easy for him to get upset over many things.

But all day long, he’s kept things bottled up, afraid you’d see him as “less manly”.

Though it all backfires horribly when he’s working on a program that keeps having pop-up errors and other glitches.

It’s just one after another and he can’t fix them all.

He feels like he’s faltering in his talent--the one thing he was confident in.

How could he be an “Ultimate Programmer” if he couldn’t fix simple errors?

Sometime later, you find him crying at his desk. You can easily tell your poor bf is overwhelmed again.

So you carry him away from his computer and to the bed, where you both cuddle.

He ends up breaking down into tears again, spilling his heart out to you--the guilt of ignoring you, the frustrations with the program, everything.

And you hold him and listen, letting him talk before you give him your own reassurances/advice.

Eventually, he passes out from exhaustion, and you take the opportunity to sing something to help him calm down more.

Byakuya

There’s not much of a sensitive side to him. He learned to toughed up in the face of many hardships--all to rightfully earn his position in the family.

But not even the heir himself was immune to the stress, suffering, and doubt--especially when he was all alone.

And when you saw that mask crack for the first time..it was a shock.

You came home earlier than expected one day, and you saw the prodigy pacing around the living room, trying to dry both his glasses and eyes while taking shaky breaths.

“You’re better than this...stronger than this..y-you’re..gonna be head of your family...”

The crack in his voice prompts you to intervene.

Of course, he tries playing it off as nothing, though you take him to the couch anyway and hold his hands.

You don’t say or do anything; you just let him calm down by himself, with your presence being more than enough.

Once he does, you convince him to rest for a bit. He just scoffs and says he already planned to.

You hum a song when he finally dozes off.

Your voice is actually soothing to listen to, though he’s not gonna outright say it.

But you know it from his small smile.

Kiyondo

Despite his brash attitude and tendency to mimic Mondo..you knew that deep down, your beloved Taka was in there--still heartbroken and grieving.

It became more apparent when you found him crying in the bathhouse (around the same time he was when he first went there with Mondo).

He shut himself into the sauna, but with luck you managed to convince him to leave and go to your dorm.

At first he aggressively cuddles with you, though as you brush away the hot tears that streaked down his face, his voice becomes less rough and more...soft.

Like his old self.

He admits he’s scared you’ll be taken away from him, too.

But you just hold him, promising him you will be okay...and you’ll help him through this, no matter what it takes.

It’s hard convincing him to sleep, but when he finally does, you just stay awake for a bit longer, petting his hair and singing a short lullaby.

By the morning, he’s back to normal--still gaunt and depressed.

Yet he seems more hopeful, as he remembers you’re still with him.