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ghostlychief · 2 years ago

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Bts tropes: how each member would go through a haunted attraction with you

Pairing: Bts x reader (all pairings are bf bangtan and gf reader)

Warnings: none really? there’s some depictions of creepy things

Wc: 3.4K+ (don’t mention it)

A/n: I’m back with another bts x tropes, but spooky edition 🎃🎃🎃 I loveeee Halloween (it’s my favorite holiday) so I figured why not write another bts trope but Halloween related. Sorry for any typos, i plan to edit it later

I hope you enjoy! - Lee

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General masterlist

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Seokjin: the haunted amusement park

I can picture you and Seokjin going to haunted amusement park. An amusement park just fits Jin’s vibes so much. It may be a busier attraction, but its scary nonetheless.

I feel like Seokjin would be super confident going in, you know, cracking jokes “oh, this isn’t going to be that bad. Psh.”

“I’ll be the one scaring the ghosts.” Idk something silly like that and he’d be too nonchalant about it

However, once you guys rolled up to the place, his ego started to crack a little, but just a little. He was still trying to make jokes to according to him, “help you feel less scared” (but we all know it was really a defense mechanism for himself, c’mon now)

I think you would be fine leading up to the park, not overly confident like Jin, but also not already peeing your pants, yk

Once you guys got in line, you started to get excited, exclaiming things like “oh my gosh I can’t believe we’re almost at the front of the line!” or, you’d tug on his sleeve and say “babe, look at the people that just came out. They look so scared.” And he would glance over your head to where you’re pointing to and visibly gulp

Once you guys were actually in the park, you both would tightly hold on to each other’s hands and you’d both be screamers for sure. You guys might even be the loudest group in the attraction

Just picture Jin’s classic scream (which also was heard whenever you guys took breaks and rode the roller coasters)

Seokjin would also flinch and exclaim in his typical way whenever there was a jump scare. But he’d also shield you (whether intentionally or not) from whoever or whatever popped out of the nowhere, by moving in front of you to block you from whatever monster was there. He’d also pull you closer to him whenever he felt you guy got separated too much

Let’s just say that by the end of the haunt, you both were starving for something warm and delicious to eat

And when you’re both sitting down for your warm meal, Jin boasts, “That wasn’t even that bad; we should find a more horrifying place next year.”

You look up, just give him a blank stare and mumble, “uh huh.” (Obviously thinking bs) and go back to eating

Yoongi: the insane asylum

Stereotypical or not, picture run bts ep 24 Yoongi aka the Yoongi that is about to throw hands with a zombie

Once you expressed to your boyfriend that you really wanted to go to a haunted house this October, Yoongi immediately started looking at different attractions, determined to find the most terrifying one (which turned out to be a haunted insane asylum)

You and Yoongi would prefer a less popular attraction, but still rated hella creepy (even though you both are low key scaredy-cats)

And once you guys found one, you were off, ready to be frightened

Both of you would be fine waiting in line, you know, pretty chill, just talking as you usually do. I picture Yoongi not really thinking too much about what’s gonna happen in the haunted house, and I also don’t see him being over confident in his ability to not get scared lol, like I think he’s ready to properly be scared shitless

But, if you started to get nervous or something, Yoongi would just wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side and draw circles on your shoulder or arm. He’d also give you the occasional forehead kiss, in which you would turn to him and peck his lips once, twice, maybe three times

However, once you guys got in the haunted house, it was all downhill from there

You both started holding hands, but somehow you got separated in the first room when fog came seeping out of the wall, and there was a purple glow in the room that made it even harder to see

You may have tripped over an arm or something trying to find your way back to Yoongi

Once you both realized you got disconnected, you guys panicked

Yoongi was in front of you, but it took you a little bit, arms sticking out in front of you and calling for him to reunite

After that fiasco, you stayed behind Yoongi, hands on each shoulder of his, using him as a guide but also a human shield incase a monster popped out to get you (thanks a lot- Yoongi)

Yoongi didn’t appreciate going first, so this resulted in lots of screaming on his end

And the jump scares got you both pretty bad too, which usually resulted in Yoongi cursing and you gripping his shoulders even tighter

Let’s just say that you both were so relieved to finally make it through the house, with only minimal damage made. After you got home, you put on AHS Asylum to finish off the night

Hoseok: the classic, haunted house of horrors

Ah man, Hobi (I love the man) would be the worst to go to a haunted house with. Hear me out before you come at me!!!!

I can picture you bringing it up to him one day, you love Halloween after all and he knows this. So, he was already anticipating you bringing something like this up to him (although each year he secretly hopes you forget to lol)

You tell him about this amazing haunted house you found on the internet that has great reviews, yada, yada, yada and all he’s thinking is “how can a haunted house be ‘amazing’?”

He tries not to show it, but you saw his face fall gradually the longer you explained what the attraction was, and why you wanted to go

he’s a little hesitant, but agrees nevertheless bc he loves you and who can say no to you, right?

He doesn’t hide his apprehension though; he wears it loud and proud

Yeah, Hoseok likes to dress up and go to festive parties, but the creepy, eerie, gory aspect of the holiday? No thank you. That’s more of a you thing

Anyways, the whole time you guys are waiting to go through the place, both of you are nervous and trying to distract each other from your impending doom. (Even though you love love love Halloween, you still sometimes get a littler nervous for haunted houses)

Hoseok is definitely more scared than you though (but you’re almost equally as terrified)

The first step through the door, Hoseok is already screaming about something and it’s like that the whole way through

He even ends up scaring you by accident, in which you yell at him and slap his shoulder and tell him to “get a grip”

I can also see Hoseok accidentally tripping, slapping, or smacking into you because he’s just so startled, like it’s bad and at this point you just want it to be done lol (but you still love your boyfriend dearly)

But of course, if he does that, he apologizes profusely once you guys are back on solid ground and away from the horror house and wraps you in a tight hug and leaves kisses in your hair

You just giggle into his chest, and bring your hands up to rub up and down his back, hoping to calm him down a little (it works, he feels much better now)

Obviously, it’s not that big of a deal to you, and you just laugh about it, and continue too poke fun at him on the car ride home, while he pouts in the passenger seat (because you didn’t trust for him to drive you guys back in one piece) any other night sure, he’s a great driver, but not tonight

You guys stop at your favorite place to eat, and when you get home you crack open a bottle of wine, and have a cozy night in, trying to relax after the stressful night you two (mainly Hobi) had and you do all the things he wants to do. Which ends up being face masks and a hot bath

Namjoon: The haunted ghost tour

With Namjoon, instead of going to a haunted house, I feel like you guys would go on a haunted ghost tour or something, and it would still be very creepy and would leave you both with a chill up your spine

You both are obsessed with ghost documentaries, unsolved cases, shows and movies (even books) like that where there is no clear explanation to what actually happened. That always creeped you out the most, the unknown

For October, Namjoon surprised you with a trip to travel around your country for a few weeks to the spookiest places and stay overnight to see if you would experience anything out of the ordinary

Think of it as a haunted ghost tour trip or something like that

The first night, at the first stop on your tour was definitely unnerving. You guys kept hearing weird sounds at night, such as footsteps in the hallway, but they made a dragging kind of sound instead of the regular footsteps you’d hear if a person was walking by. When you both heard this, you and Namjoon looked at each other wide eyed, mouths agape. This was the first ghostly encounter!

But when Namjoon went to peer out the door, he said that “there’s no one in the hallway”

He hurried back to bed, jumped in and tucked you into him, his chin on top of your head and arms wrapped tightly around you. Honestly, you guys probably made out or had sex to distract yourselves lol

Needless to say, you both had a hard time falling asleep that night and Namjoon gave you endless kisses in the morning because he was so thankful you guys made it through the first night

At your second attraction, you could have sworn something was looming over your face while you were sleeping, but of course when you woke up, nothing was there, and you just turned towards Namjoon and cuddled into him, hoping his warmth would scare away your bad dreams

The ghost tour trip turned out to be a success because at each location, at least one eerie thing occurred, that left you and Namjoon both puzzled

It helped having your big, strong boyfriend with you throughout the trip, because when in doubt, you’d just cling onto him if you ever felt frightened

You and Namjoon also took lots of pictures on the trip and much to your horror, some of them depicted apparitions, looming in the background with a faint white glow around them, but you only noticed them when you guys were looking through at pictures after the trip, once you got back home

You probably were scared the most between you two, but Namjoon occasionally would get spooked and, in those cases, would just quietly exclaim, curse, whatever but then go on his day because he’d find some way to rationalize it

By the end of the trip, you guys got your fair share of ghostly sightings and encounters, and were ready to go back to your peaceful apartment

Jimin: the killer clown carnival

I feel like Jimin would be so fun to go to a haunted house or attraction with. He’d be the perfect mix of someone who would get scared but also make the most of it and have such a great time

I can picture you guys going to a haunted fair/carnival so the main theme was a clown circus or something (super creepy I know)

The fair had different rides and games, to entertain you, but the whole time you never knew when a monster would appear out of nowhere and grab you

You and Jimin would have so much fun with this too. Like both of you love Halloween so much, and especially love the horror behind it all. So a carnival with games, rides and food, but also killer clowns? Sounds like a perfect October night

Occasionally, you guys would scream and cling onto each other as another clown slowly approaches you

But then you guys would grasp hands, and run off together in the opposite direction, escaping the bloody clown

Once you guys got far enough away, you guys would be laughing, trying to catch your breath from all the running

Luckily for you guys, you wound up in front of the cotton candy machine. However, this cotton candy was blood red and puke green. It was still a yummy and a sweet treat for you both

You accidentally got some stuck on your lips since you were wearing the prettiest of lip glosses (according to Jimin), so he smiled at you and pointed to his lips saying, “you’ve got something there”

But of course you didn’t get it off, so Jimin leans into you, hand tenderly cupping your jaw, before he covers your lips with his in a saccharine kiss, cleaning you of the sticky candy

It would have been the perfect kiss, if not for the tall clown looming behind Jimin with a wide grin

You pull away from your boyfriend screaming and Jimin turns around suddenly and sees what got you so spooked. You guys are back to running, screaming, and laughing. This time you end up in front of a ride, the Ferris wheel

You guys spend rest of the night wrapped up in each other, enjoying the killer clowns and all they have to offer

Taehyung: the pumpkin patch by day, alien ridden corn maze by night

I think we all know that Taehyung would be the least fazed out of everyone lol, this man has a resting bitch face that would scare the scarers

Alternatively, Taehyung would be the best boyfriend to go to a haunted attraction with, especially if you got scared easily

I picture you and Taehyung going to a haunted corn maze

He’s the epitome of boyfriend material, so I imagine that your day started out at the pumpkin farm where you guys got hot apple cider and delicious food. You guys also toured the pumpkin patch and each picked out a pumpkin to take home and carve

All while Taehyung is being silly and making you laugh. He’d also take endless pictures of your day together; some of the farm and the animals, the pumpkin patch, but his favorite were the candid of you.

Even though you and Taehyung are stylish people, I feel like this day you guys dressed down, (and you also didn’t want to ruin your nice clothes later that night when you went through the corn maze). Taehyung looked as boyfriend as ever in his grey sweats, scarf, and long coat. You sported a similar outfit, always accidentally matching with Tae

And when the sun went down, and the wind started to pick up, you guys maze your way over to the farm’s haunted corn maze, that stretched far out ahead of you

What can you say, you were already anxious and so you quickly grasped onto Taehyung’s bicep, anticipating the daunting maze in front of you

Taehyung was excited though, he loved shit like this and before you guys entered, he really tried his best to make you smile or laugh and he was successful. He pulled a few giggles out of your lips

But that was short-lived because when the worker said that it was your turn next, you froze and your face went blank

Taehyung turned towards you and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “you’ll be fine, jagiya. You’ve got me.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, before turning straight ahead, ready to head into the dark. You, not so ready, but clutching onto Taehyung

The maze ends up being confusing, eerie, and dark (just what you anticipated)

and there were bloody scarecrows missing limbs, and 8-foot-tall aliens lurking in the shadows that reached out to grab you with their less than human like fingers. A couple of times they actually touched you, which left you mortified

I can picture taehyung just giving the monster like a death glare of smth because it touched you lol, he wasn’t too pleased (the monster didn’t pass his vibe check)

You might have screamed one or twice (ok more than that), even Taehyung lost his cool guy persona a few times

But whenever something would jump out at you Taehyung was quick to pull you behind him or closer to him

You guys finally made it through (thank god) you both actually had a great time (yes even you)

and for the remainder of the night, Taehyung gave you endless affection in the form of tender touches that melted away your remaining fear

Jungkook: fright night - the forest of fear

Ah Jungkook. This fucker would 100% drag you to a haunted forest attraction of some kind, and the really well rated one too. So basically, you know that it’s going to be super terrifying

It’s the kind where the send you out in groups of 7-9 people where it’s just you and your group, in the middle of a dark, empty forest (well not really empty due to all the monsters and stuff)

He’d be super excited about it too. But you’d also be excited because you love Halloween and all things scary

This attraction would be a bit of a drive away, so you and Jungkook make sure to load the car with all the essential snacks and drinks

Once there, Jungkook would be so eager to go in, bouncing on his heels while waiting in line

Now for the haunt

Picture a dark, endless forest with tall trees. It would also have the vibe of the Blair Witch Project

Once you and your group are let out into the forest, you immediately grab onto Jungkook, and close your eyes. which isn’t the best choice because you end up tripping on tree roots. And it makes Jungkook turn back to you to see what happened

You’d just utter “I’m fine” (not at all embarrassed that you tripped less than 5 minutes in).sooner or later the monsters start appearing. They peer around the trees and once they lay sight on you the start chasing you, but unlike other places, these monsters don’t give up, they just keep on running after you, screaming

Jungkook and you run hand in hand, and you eventually loose your monster. But while you guys are catching your breath, leaning against a tree, another one finds you and Jungkook. However, this one is fixated on you

Jungkook notices this too and before you know it, he sweeps you off your feet and starts sprinting with you in his arms (he wasn’t taking any chances)

You make it to a clearing \, finally away from that one creep, but then some of your other group members slam into you guys. you and Jungkook get separated, and now you’re all alone

This kind of attraction actually makes its participants cry lol and unfortunately, you end up as one of those people; it happened when you lost Jungkook

So now you’re alone, tired, and crying and of course a zombie looking thing is chasing you

you yell out for Jungkook because frankly, you’ve had enough of this stupid forest and you slam into a hard chest

thankfully it was your boyfriend and not a three headed witch and you start crying even harder and you cling onto Jungkook and bury your face into his chest

Jungkook is alarmed that you’re crying this much, but he just rubs your head and coos at you until your breathing calms down and then rubs the wet tears from under your eyes and cradles your face

You blubber to him explaining how you lost him, then another monster started to chase you, and you were tired, soft hiccups escaping your lips, and again, he just coos at you while rubbing your head

He’d then give you the biggest hug, squeezing you to his chest

Once your panic attack is over, you and Jungkook continue on, hand-in-hand and eventually make your way out of the forest (you guys were in there for like 2.5 hours)

Jungkook may have felt a little bad he brought you here, but you reassure him that it was actually a lot of fun, even though it felt so real and scary

He pampers you the rest of the night

He buys your favorite dinner, and once you guys get home, you curl up on the couch, tucked under his arm as you guys have a horror movie marathon (why you decided to prolong your frightful night with an abundance of thriller movies, you don’t know)

But this time, whenever you felt scared, Jungkook made sure to pull you impossibly close to him and never leave your side

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hope you enjoyed <3

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kamoniwa · 4 years ago

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⟼ a little madness

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⇢ pairing: yokai!kuroo/demon!akaashi/human!reader/werewolf!semi

⇢ au: college!au

⇢ summary: you, your friends, and some friends of your friends all get tricked by one tendou satori into visiting an abandoned amusement park for halloween. it turns out it isn’t ghosts you need to worry about, though.

⇥ kinktober masterlist

⇢ warnings: gangbang, noncon to consensual, lots of reluctance, mind break if you squint?, technical temperature play, unprotected sex, creampie, the boys are real gentle in breaking you down

⇢ word count: 11,695

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⇢ a/n: don’t really think noncon is my forte but practice makes perfect. is the pairing self-indulgent? fat yes. does this fic make total sense? not really sure. did i have fun writing it? hell yeah. also big thank you to @ishuzoku for helping me come up with the flyer bc my og id was garbage lmao.

Furrowing your brows, you looked at Tendo with a mix of exasperation and unadulterated dismay.

“An abandoned amusement park. On Halloween?” Kaori asked before you could, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs. “You cannot be serious, Tendo.”

If he was put off by your reactions, he didn’t show it. If anything, he was probably relishing in it, and said, “Yes, yes I am. It’ll be fun. Come on, do you really just wanna get drunk at a boring house party on Halloween?”

You snorted at that, stirring your coffee as you said, “As opposed to getting murdered at an amusement park? That’s like, straight out of a horror movie, Tendo.”

“You guys are so boring,” he whined, slumping forward across the table. Shirabu grumbled under his breath, glaring at Tendo as he nudged his drink closer to Shirabu’s textbook. “Look, it’ll be so cool! Exploring all the abandoned funhouses and imagine how freaky the haunted houses will be! Just think about it, okay?”

The looks everyone exchanged said they had and had already made up their minds, but you nodded anyway, if for no other reason than to appease him.

A moment later, your alarm went off and you bid them goodbye, walking towards the door with Shirabu for your next lecture. You were sure as shit not going to an abandoned anything this weekend.

Except somehow, against all odds, you were piled up in the back of Konoha’s car, crammed beside someone who had been introduced to you as Akaashi Keiji. He was a friend of Bokuto’s and Konoha’s and, upon hearing about your adventure, asked if he could tag along. If you had to peg him, he was more the librarian type than a ghost hunter type-- soft spoken and well mannered with pretty blue eyes that closed slightly when he smiled.

In the front seat were Konoha-- driving-- and Yachi, currently fighting with the radio and Konoha’s phone.

In the car behind you was someone named Kuroo-- also a friend of Bokuto and Akaashi-- Kaori, Goshiki, and Semi-- a friend of Shirabu, Goshiki, and Tendo. Kuroo was almost ecstatic to be going, but Semi had seemed like he would rather be doing anything else as he climbed into the passenger seat of Kuroo’s car.

The car in front contained Tendo, Bokuto, Yukie, and-- god bless him-- Shirabu. You were sure he was losing his mind as Tendo guided him towards the location of the amusement park. The details on how exactly this had come about were lost on you, but you vaguely recalled a drunken bet made two nights ago and a video that Tendo refused to share properly, but assured you was proof that the group had agreed to the terms of said bet and then lost. Spectacularly. Supposedly.

“So, how did you meet everyone?” Akaashi asked, turning to look at you. The scenery outside was turning quickly from civilization to wilderness, the trees growing thicker the further you drove until you couldn’t tell one trunk from the next.

Humming, you rested your chin in your hand, bracing your elbow on the door. This was the worst part of meeting someone new during a trip-- tedious small talk. But you had to start somewhere, so you said, “I met Kaori in one of our classes and ‘Toka-- er, Yachi--” The girl turned around at the sound of her name and waved. “-- is my roommate. They kind of introduced me to everyone else.”

Truth be told, you weren’t sure how they had become your core group of friends. From loud and boisterous Bokuto to sullen and taciturn Shirabu, you adored all of them, but you had had your own group of friends before meeting them. Most of those old friends had faded from sight as you found yourself absorbed in your new ones and, while a part of you felt bad, it was just a part of life.

“What about you?” you asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “How do you know them?”

Konoha snickered from the front seat and Akaashi cut him a glare before turning back to you. “I’ve been friends with Konoha, Bo, and Tetsuro since highschool. Kaori and Yukie were our managers,” he said.

Konoha made a turn onto a road who’s name sign had long since fallen off the rusty pole, and you wondered just how far out you had traveled. It didn’t feel like it had been long since you left, but you recognized nothing around you and there was no sign of life.

“So, everyone but ‘Toka and I were friends in highschool, huh?” You chuckled. “What are the odds?”

Akaashi laughed with you, fiddling with his fingers as he turned back to look out his window.

The car was now filled with the sound of music, overtaking the silence that fell between the four of you. Konoha was focused on driving and you knew Yachi was more than a little nervous-- you had almost expected her to back out and accept whatever payback Tendo had planned for it afterwards.

“Do any of you guys know anything about this place?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your chin on Yachi’s seat. Through the windshield, you could see Tendo’s shaved head and Bokuto’s spiky locks in the backseat, and worried for poor Shirabu’s sanity. “How did Tendo even know this place existed?”

“It’s an old legend,” Akaashi spoke up softly.

Both you and Yachi turned to look at him, the latter’s breath hitching because everyone knew when those words were said, the story was going to be unpleasant.

Konoha cursed as he hit a pothole, muttering Tendo’s name under his breath as he righted the car between the faded lane lines, and Akaashi smiled at that before looking back to you.

“I doubt most people have heard of it,” he began, popping his knuckles one at a time. “It’s more of a local thing, really.”

“Well then how do you know about it?” you asked curiously, quirking a brow. You knew Bokuto grew up in Tokyo, which meant Akaashi had as well, and you were well outside of the city limits.

Akaashi smiled, tipping his head to the side and for the first time there was something other than soft indifference in it. “I enjoy these types of places and legends. It’s a hobby, you might say. This particular amusement park was meant to be scary in nature and didn’t stay open for long due to unexplained deaths and disappearances.”

Yachi squeaked, and you cast her a glance before resting your hand on her shoulder. This was probably not the best story for someone as easily scared as she was, but it was too late now, and you knew there was curiosity beneath the fear.

“That sounds way too vague,” you said, lips curling up at the corners. “That’s what everyone says about places like this. It’s not scary.”

Your skepticism was met with laughter and he said, “True. The police at the time pinned the problems on faulty attractions or poor background checks, saying there must have been a serial killer hired without anyone realizing. Sounds to me like they just couldn’t figure out what was causing it.”

You rolled your eyes, nodding along. If the park was as old as Tendo said, it could really have been faulty attractions, but you weren’t buying the serial killer story. It sounded too far-fetched compared to being crushed by an unstable support beam.

Akaashi continued, voice dropping in what might have been a scary attempt at atmosphere if the sun wasn’t framing his pretty features in a golden glow behind him. “The locals all said that the place was haunted, too many deaths had built up negative energy, trapping the spirits of those killed there. Unable to escape, they grew angry and the deaths continued until authorities labeled the park unsafe and banned any more visitors. And then--”

“What the hell?” Konoha cut him off, hitting the brakes a little harder than necessary.

Akaashi’s seat belt locked and he grunted, rubbing at the new red mark on his neck as he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Dunno,” Konoha replied, putting the car in park. “Sorry about that. Shirabu is getting out of the car.”

The car behind you pulled up as you were getting out, eyes wide as you watched Tendo lay a map out on the trunk of Shirabu’s car.

“We’re lost,” you said, sighing in exasperation.

A tall figure blocked out the sun in front of you and you squinted up into the face of Kuroo. He was giving you a catlike grin, ruffling his messy rooster hair as he said, “Sure seems that way, princess. This place is in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be surprised if we even find it.” He guided you over to the car where the others were gathered, snickering at the look of surprise on your face. “What?”

“You know about this place too?” you asked, glancing at Akaashi on the other side of the car. He cast you a small, closed eyed smile. “Akaashi was telling us about it in the car.”

Kuroo chuckled, raising a brow at his friend. “Yeah, being friends with Akaashi has its share of hazards.”

“Look, I’m pretty sure we’re here,” Tendo said, interrupting your conversation. He was pointing to a small line that looked just like any other on the map, aside from the major roadways and cities. If he was right, you were a decent ways out of the city and your watch read 1:01pm. “If we just follow this road and then this one, it’ll lead us straight past the village and to the park.”

Shirabu looked skeptical, spinning the map around to look at it as well. He wasn’t exactly wrong but how could he really tell? All the smaller roads looked the same and they couldn’t even confirm the name of the road because there was no sign. It had also been ages since they last saw a house or even another car, so asking anyone was out of the question too.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. No one besides Tendo really wanted to be there-- he ignored the fact that Kuroo was just as excited as his weirdo friend to be going and that Akaashi had jumped at the opportunity as well-- and it would be so much easier to just turn around and go to Hinata’s party. “We should just go home before we get lost.”

Tendo frowned at that, sharing a look with Kuroo before saying, “We aren’t lost*. It’s not much further now. Just trust me.”

The others were all inclined to agree with Shirabu, you included, but arguing with Tendo was like arguing with a brick wall-- pointless. He had already tricked you into agreeing to this endeavor and at this point backing out would be both a waste of time and gas. Shirabu was too smart to get lost anyway but, if you were lucky, Tendo was wrong and you wouldn’t be able to find the place at all.

“Do you really think we’ll be able to find it?” Yachi asked once you were safely back in the car.

Akaashi hummed beside you, but you said, “God I hope not. I was looking forward to Hinata’s party and if we get back quick enough we might still make it.”

Konoha looked at you in the rearview, eyes crinkled as he snickered. “What, are you scared, _____? Afraid the ghosts are gonna get ya?”

Scoffing, you dug through your bag for your phone. A check an hour ago had revealed one bar, but now the words ‘No Service’ blazed across the service banner. “No, I’m not scared. There are just a thousand better things to be doing that than breaking my neck on rusty amusement park rides.”

“Sounds like cowardice to me,” he answered, laughing at you through the mirror.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you turned back to the window, sighing as the scenery passed by in a blur. Konoha and Akaashi talked a lot about volleyball, Yachi pitching in occasionally. You knew she had managed her highschool volleyball team and knew everyone else in the group to some degree, but most everything sports related went over your head.

Still, Akaashi made some effort to get to know you, asking about highschool and what classes you were taking. You told him about your major and asked what his was, finding out he was a literature major and constantly busy, explaining why you had never met him before. He, Kuroo, and Semi were the busiest out of all their friends, often skipping out on get togethers in order to study, work, or-- in Semi’s case-- practice with his band.

A little while later, while Yachi and Konoha were having a heated discussion about their favorite subjects, you caught the first glimpse of something besides trees. Turning to look out the windshield, you saw brake lights already lighting up and the car began to slow.

“Well, we found the village, at least,” Tendo said, reading the faded sign displaying the name of the town. “I didn’t expect it to be abandoned too, though.”

Everyone was gathered in the middle of the road, looking down the mainstreet of the village. Windows were busted out and boarded up, paint faded on rotten clapboards, and roofs missing tiles or riddled with holes. The street was littered with potholes and the whole town had an eerie sense of unnatural quiet. Everyone shifted on their heels, slowly making their way back towards the cars without a word and piling in.

Even Tendo looked unnerved.

The town disappeared behind you but in the distance you could see the towering track of a roller coaster above the treeline. Even from so far away you could see that the paint was faded off of it, the sun filtering through clouds and casting the whole area in shades of grey. To you, it seemed like the forest was darker, the trees packed more closely together, and your heart began to thump in your chest.

“You okay?” Akaashi’s gentle voice asked in your ear. His hand landed on your shoulder, colder than expected, and you shivered underneath his touch. “You look like you’ve already seen a ghost.”

You nodded, looking over to find him giving you a look of amused concern, one corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. “Just nervous. That town was creepy as hell and it freaked me out a little.”

“Me too!” Yachi squeaked from the front seat, turning around to give you a pleading look. “Don’t you dare leave me, _____.”

Laughter filled the car then and you patted Yachi on the shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it, ‘Toka.”

The towering sign for the park appeared up ahead and the car fell silent all over again as brake lights lit up again. Broken glass and gravel littered the parking lot, which was smaller than expected for how big the park looked.

Everyone seemed to hesitate on getting out of the cars. Tendo was the first, followed by Kuroo, and then Akaashi. Like it was a signal, the rest of you followed, Yachi clinging onto your hand and Kuroo and Akaashi seeming to stand behind you protectively, close enough that you could feel warmth radiating off them.

“Do we really have to go in there?” Goshiki asked, eyeing the ticket booth with disdain. The paint on it, like everything else, was faded, the wood rotten and the window and door busted out. The latter creaked on its hinges, filling the still air with an unsettling noise that mixed with the faint sounds of creaking metal and leaves fluttering in the wind.

Everyone shuffled back towards the cars a little at his question, but Tendo took a step forward, resting his hand on the turnstile. “Since we’re actually here, may as well take a look around.”

Without another moment of hesitation, he hopped over it, peering around with an unusually quiet interest. It was the first time since you had met Tendo that he had nothing to say, his already pale face seemingly devoid of color, making his vibrant, sleepy eyes pop out even more.

Groaning, you, Shirabu, and Goshiki stepped forward, dragging Yachi with you as you climbed over the turnstile as well. You couldn’t just let Tendo wander off into the dangerous park alone. The others followed suit, muffled whispers and conversations floating through the air as they spread out in the area.

The forest had started taking back over through the concrete, weeds and grass sprouting up through the cracks and pushing the cobblestones up and out of place. Vines of ivy and moss hung from the powerpoles, vendor booths, and some attractions further back, swaying in the gentle breeze. The buildings were dark inside, but through the gloom you could make out mannequins and shelves devoid of merchandise.

The bell dinged on the first one Tendo pushed open-- a souvenir shop. It was empty except for dust and garbage, as were the next few you entered.

Slowly but surely the group made their way further into the park, Yachi clinging onto you the whole time. Akaashi and Kuroo were right behind the two of you, Shirabu and Semi in front, forming a kind of guard while Tendo and Bokuto led the way. Kaori clung to Goshiki, who looked like he was putting on a brave front despite his pink cheeks and the nervousness in his eyes.

For all his grumbling, Shirabu looked interested as he eyed all the buildings and machinery. It was quiet, devoid even of the sound of birdsong or humming bugs, and it unsettled you.

“Oh look, it’s the pirate ship ride!” Bokuto yelled suddenly, breaking the deathly silence.

Everyone jumped, Shirabu hissing at him to shut up while Yukie shrieked, latching onto him. Bokuto had the decency to look abashed but still steered the group towards the derelict platform, testing his weight on the creaky metal stairs on his way up.

The deck of the ship was littered with leaves and dust, the seats worn down and showing stuffing and springs after however many years left in the element. There were signs of rust on the metal and the whole thing shifted slightly to emit a creak.

“Um, Bo, I don’t think that’s safe,” Kuroo called out, grabbing your arm to stop you from following up behind him.

Tendo and Goshiki were up beside him, examining the boat itself and, before anyone knew it, the former had hopped into it.

“Tendo!” Shirabu called, a trace of panic in his voice. His fingers were wrapped around the railing, paint flakes coming away under his touch hand as he prepared to spring up the stairs, but everyone’s eyes were locked on Tendo’s precarious creep down the middle aisle. “Get out of there before you get hurt, idiot!”

“It’s fine, Shirabu,” he called, now standing at the bow. “It’s kinda cool actually. I can see more of the park from here.”

Bokuto landed with a thump a moment later, a louder creak ringing out than when lanky Tendo had landed, and everyone took a collective breath and held it.

But as before, it held, and he joined Tendo up by the bow.

“Wow, he’s right!” he called, holding his hand above his eyes like a visor and peering out over the park. It was certainly bigger than he imagined for being in the middle of nowhere. “There’s a house over that way!”

“Probably the haunted house,” Tendo said, straining to see what Bokuto was looking at. In the distance were two stilted, twisted steeples painted in different hues. One was flamboyant and bright, the other dark and dreary, even compared to the state of disrepair of the rest of the park. “I see a funhouse too, I think. Looks pretty freaky. Wanna check ‘em out?”

“Hell yeah,” Bokuto shouted, whipping around to look at the rest of you.

Shirabu looked ready to blow a gasket, and Yachi looked ready to faint, but everyone else looked intrigued. Even you couldn’t help but be a little curious about it, having free range to explore the most interesting rides in the park. Wasn’t it everyone’s dream to be able to see what they were like without restraint?

The sun was just beginning to fade behind the treeline, turning the clouds a thin shade of orange, but the lure of seeing something interesting had dissolved any real fear.

The two men met Goshiki on the platform and made their way back down to the rest of the group, eyes shining bright with the promise of adventure.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad!” Tendo said as if the stunt he just pulled hadn’t taken years off all your lives. Jumping haphazardly onto a decade old, rusted out death trap attraction at an abandoned amusement park hours from the nearest hospital wasn’t going to earn him any genius awards.

On the way towards the supposed attractions, you came across the carousel. Its metal panels were tarnished, the paint worn away from them and the animals, the mirrors grimy with dirt. Vines and ivy climbed up everywhere. The platform shifted when Kuroo stepped onto it, Tendo hot on his heels followed closely by Bokuto.

“Let’s go see, ‘Toka,” you said, tugging her forward by the hand. Kaori took your other one, squeezing, while Akaashi guided you with a gentle hand on your back.

“Look at this,” someone said, and you turned to find Semi holding a faded paper. “It looks like a poster claiming someone was kidnapping people.”

“How the hell is it still here?” Konoha asked, peering at it around Semi’s arm. “It should have disintegrated a long damn time ago.”

“Dunno,” Semi said with a frown. Trying to see the paper, you were crowded against Semi by Yachi and Kaori and flinched when you realized how hot he was. “It was wedged in the frame of the mirror.”

The whole thing was faded but still legible, due presumably to being tucked into the mirror, and appeared to be a flyer issued by the park itself.

Due to the recent disappearances, park security has been tightened. Please stay aware of your surroundings and report and suspicious activity immediately.

“You were right, Akaashi,” you said, glancing up at the man standing behind you. “They really did think someone was kidnapping people.”

“A lot of the people were never found,” Semi said, folding the sheet up neatly and tucking into his pocket. “It’s not surprising they thought that.”

“Ohhhh, maybe the bodies are still here,” Tendo said, wiggling his fingers over Konoha’s shoulders. “Maybe it was actually the workers kidnapping people and they kept the bodies in a secret place.”

“Like where?” Shirabu asked, giving him an exasperated, skeptical look. It was getting late and they were wasting time just hanging around. He wasn’t particularly thrilled at the idea of being in the park after dark, going to possibly the scariest attraction in the place, but if they were going to do it, they needed to just get it done. “The authorities probably tore this place apart looking for them.”

Tendo shrugged, looking thoughtful. “Maybe they hid them in the haunted house. Maybe there’s a hidden room somewhere that only the workers knew how to open.”

“Could you not?” Yukie asked, slapping Tendo on the arm. “We’re going there, in case you forgot, pea brain. Way to freak us out.”

Yachi was clinging onto Kaori now, staring at Tendo with wide, frightened eyes and he almost looked repentant.

“Or, you know, could be anywhere. The haunted house would be a pretty obvious place to hide it, wouldn’t it?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. Beckoning to Yachi, she went reluctantly, letting Tendo tuck her under his arm. “Don’t worry, Yach. I’ll protect you, ‘kay?”

You and Kaori snickered at the shade of red her face turned, and Shirabu sighed.

“Can we just get going before it gets too late?” he asked, turning and leading the way down the path. The shadows were slowly lengthening, orange mixing with shades of pink and purple in the sky.

Semi fell into step beside you, Yukie on your other side. Goshiki and Konoha were having a conversation about the derelict rollercoaster to the right, and you allowed your attention to drift to it. It was eerie, the faded paint and rusted metal tracks looming like a foreboding beacon above you. Staring the way you were, your foot caught a displaced cobblestone and you went sprawling with a yelp.

Before you could smack the ground, a strong, warm hand wrapped around your upper arm and hauled you back up. It hurt, causing a sharp ache in your shoulder, but it still hurt less than the concrete probably would have. Looking up at your savior, you gave him a half smile.

“Thanks, Semi,” you said, rubbing your shoulder.

But he was frowning at you-- not that that was any different than the look he’d worn all day-- but this one was marred by soft concern. “Are you alright? You’re awfully cold.”

“O-Oh. No, I’m fine. Just got distracted by the coaster,” you said, giggling in embarrassment. “It is a bit chilly though, now that you mention it. I didn’t notice.”

There was a moment's hesitation, then the sound of a zipper being drawn down. A weight settled across your shoulders, surrounding you with an unfamiliar cologne, and your cheeks heated up at the realization that he had given you his jacket.

“That’s okay, Semi, really,” you said, shrugging the jacket off. “It isn’t that bad, and it’s my own fault. I left mine in the car.”

“No worries, _____,” he said, and for the first time you could see a small smile on his face in the dim light. “I’m not cold, so you can take it.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you said, pulling it back around your shoulders. It was warm and you smiled when you caught him looking at you. He was wearing a peculiar look, kind but almost possessive, and he licked his lips once before looking forward again.

You shivered, unsure if you were just seeing things. The park had rattled your nerves and Semi was just being nice. You didn’t know him well enough to make a judgement call like that and forced down the uneasiness, taking your place beside him again.

“Smooth move, klutz,” Konoha quipped, nudging your back. Goshiki and Shirabu snickered and you flipped them off over your shoulder, looping your other arm with Yukie.

The steepled spires of the haunted house came into view, beside which stood the funhouse, like Tendo said. Both looked terrifying in the dying light of the sun. Like everything else, the paint was almost gone, shingles missing from the roofs which were adorned with holes.

Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed Semi’s arm, pressing yourself to it. He glanced at you for a moment, a soft smile flitting across his face before looking at Tendo, who was staring between the two buildings.

“I wanna go in the funhouse,” Tendo said, turning back to the rest of the group. Setting his hands on his hips, he looked around at everyone. “Should we go as a group?” Kuroo shifted, pointing his feet towards the haunted house. “I kinda wanna go in there, actually.”

“Well no one should go anywhere alone,” Shirabu said firmly, and everyone nodded in agreement. If someone got hurt, no one would know for ages and then there was the long ride back on top of it.

“So we’ll split up. Everyone pick a house,” Tendo said, clapping his hands.

Yukie’s arm around yours disappeared and she scurried over to Tendo, looking at you apologetically. Yachi took her place instead, looking for all the world like she was going to collapse from fright, and you gave her a concerned look.

“I’m going wherever you go,” she said, and you raised a brow.

Before you could answer, Kuroo’s arm slung around your shoulders, looming over Yachi’s tiny form. “It looks like everyone’s decided. Pretty even split. Let’s meet back here in--” He checked his watch. “Two hours? That should be enough time to see everything.”

You opened your mouth to object, but Tendo nodded while Shirabu set the timer on his watch. “Everyone be careful, please. We really can’t afford any injuries.”

Yachi looked up at the dark house looming before you while the other group made their way towards the funhouse.

You could hear Tendo’s voice echo back, saying, “That’s the reason we have you here, Shirabu. You’re a doctor and all.”

Shirabu said something in return, but it was lost in the distance as you were herded towards the haunted house. The doors hung open, swinging in the breeze and creaking. It seemed like the house sucked all the warmth from the air the closer you got to it, and you squeezed Semi’s arm in yours.

“Scared, princess?” Kuroo whispered in your ear, raising the hairs on the back of your neck when his warm breath met your cold skin. “You shouldn’t be. We’re here with you.”

The steps leading into it sagged beneath your weight, the wood softer than it should’ve been and it came as no surprise when one broke beneath Semi’s weight. He cursed while you and Yachi pulled back, keeping him from falling over and potentially hurting himself. It took Akaashi and Kuroo both to pull him up out of the hole and a quick check revealed his jeans had protected his leg.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, looking up into Semi’s unamused face. He was wearing a hard scowl, his grip on you iron clad now as he guided you up the steps.

“Sure,” he said, eyes softening when he looked down at you. “Just annoyed.”

Inside, the light from your phones seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. The dust was thick and the air musty and humid. Cobwebs hung from everything, casting long shadows into the darkness beyond the halo of your flashlights.

Yachi yelped, tripping over a rotted track board and would have dragged you down if you weren’t holding onto Semi so tightly. His heat was almost a comfort now, driving away the persistent chill that seemed to emanate from the ramshackle walls. You couldn’t tell where the fabricated deterioration ended and true rot began.

“This way then?” Akaashi asked, leading the way into the first door. It was the kitchen area, set up to look like a butcher shop. A thick layer of dust settled over everything, motes flurrying through the painfully white light from your phones in an eerie dance that made it even harder to see.

Old props lay on the worn countertops, splotches of what was likely-- hopefully-- fake blood a dark black on the faded wood and laminate. Someone had a hand on your back while Akaashi examined a chain hanging from the ceiling, something hanging from the end of it. It made a strange noise when he pushed it, a crackly, grinding noise like it was rusty. It wouldn’t be a surprise, with the humidity as high as it is.

“That’s a little unsettling,” Kuroo admitted, and you all jumped when a loud crash rang out somewhere further down.

“Now would be the time to leave if we were in a horror movie,” you hinted through gritted teeth, even as Kuroo stepped back out into the hall. He scanned the darkness, his phone hanging by his side, the light pointed towards the floor. “What do you expect to see anyway, genius?”

He turned back to wink before disappearing into the dark and you groaned, straining your eyes to see anything. His light was lost in the gloom and you released Yachi’s arm, taking a step forward. Semi allowed himself to be dragged along with you while Goshiki held Yachi, petting her hair as she whimpered.

Swearing, you and Semi trudged down the hallway, listening for any noises but heard nothing besides the sounds of an old building settling. Your voice caught in your throat when you opened your mouth to call for Kuroo, your ire failing in the face of the oppressive darkness in the heart of the house. Swiping a cobweb off your face, you shined your phone around, lighting up a destroyed living room area, two hallways, and a staircase.

“You don’t think he went upstairs, do you?” Semi whispered, following your line of sight.

Swallowing, you said, “God I fuckin’ hope not. This is so creepy, can’t we just leave him?”

He chuckled against his will, a quiet, rough noise as he tried to stifle it. “‘Fraid not. I don’t wanna deal with the cops.”

Heaving a sigh, you pointed the light down to the floor and found no sign of footprints in the thick dust. Flashing it behind you, you saw your own and Semi’s clearly visible and frowned. “Hey, look.”

Semi scoured the floor, waving his light all around you. “He definitely came this way.”

Nodding, you pointed the light back in front of you, down the hallway, but it was unable to break more than a few inches of darkness. “Okay, now I’m really freaked out. Where is he?”

New light joined your meager one, shuffling footsteps coming to a stop just behind you.

Akaashi’s hand landed on your shoulder, peering over your head at where you were staring.

“This way,” Semi said after a moment of silence. It was broken only by Yachi’s occasional sniffle and you wondered if you shouldn’t just return to the front door and let Semi and Akaashi handle the rescue. But gentle pressure on your arm and shoulder guided you down, sniffling at the dust before you broke out into a sneeze.

The floor creaked beneath your feet, making the already eerie feeling worse as you crept down the hall. There were faded, torn paintings lining the walls, a few false doors, and windows painted black and boarded up. You couldn’t tell if the paint peeling up the walls was due to age or intent, but it certainly didn’t help settle your unease.

“Careful,” Semi said suddenly, jerking you sideways into him. The cold hand slid off your shoulder and a light revealed a hole in the middle of the floor, where you had been about to step.

“Thanks,” you breathed, swallowing harshly. The dust was starting to sting your eyes and you repressed another sneeze, rubbing your nose.

Skirting around the hole, it opened into another room, what appeared to be a library. Overstuffed armchairs littered the room, the shelves lining the walls stacked with what were likely fake books. There was no sign of Kuroo, but Semi led you further into the room carefully.

He wasn’t careful enough, though.

Once second you were clinging to him, the next you heard a crack and then you were experiencing the most curious sensation. Your stomach swooped as the light disappeared, and you realized belatedly that you were falling. Something warm, almost scalding wrapped around you, and your fall stopped short with a grunt of impact.

You lay there stunned for several long moments, head spinning and heart beating hard enough that you could feel it in your ears. The dark was only furthering your disorientation and you only realized you were laying on something when it moved beneath you.

Sitting up, you felt something slump over your shoulders before coughing filled your ears.

“Semi?” you whispered hoarsely. Above you, you registered screaming and looked up only to be blinded by light.

Semi grunted behind you but didn’t move, breathing heavy against your back. From above, you could hear muted conversation before the shrieking stopped.

“_____, Semi, are you both okay?” Akaashi’s concerned voice reached your ringing ears, and you nodded in response.

It took you a moment to realize he probably couldn’t see you, calling up, “Yeah, I think so. Semi--”

“‘M fine,” he yelled, though he sounded winded.

“Are you sure?” you asked, wrapping a hand around the wrist dangling in front of you. A few feet away lay your phone, face down, the light muted but visible, and you sighed in relief. “You caught me, are you sure*?”

Semi chuckled, a rough noise. “Yeah, I’m sure. Trust me.”

“You guys stay there,” Akaashi commanded, then turned back to Goshiki and Yachi to say something. “I’ll find a way down to you.”

He disappeared and you scrambled forward, snatching your phone up. Moving back to the relative safety of Semi’s presence, you shined it around.

The basement, you decided upon seeing the array of monster props and torture machines, was perhaps the most terrifying part of the house. It was only heightened by your adrenaline rush, the shadows seeming to jump out to your paranoid mind.

As the adrenaline wore off, you took stock of your extremities. Semi really had cushioned you-- nothing hurt-- and you turned to face him.

In the light, he really did look fine, even his breathing had evened out, and he looked back at you with a smirk. “Told you. I’m tougher than you think.”

“I’m beginning to realize that,” you admitted, getting to your feet. You didn’t let Semi get far, linking your arm with his and clinging to him, much to his amusement.

His eyes adjusted to the dark faster than yours and he located his phone near the base of a rusty filing cabinet. The screen was cracked-- which he cursed-- but it still worked, and he turned the flashlight back on.

“This is creepy as fuck,” he muttered, thumping the model of a skeletal doctor to see the dust swirl. There was a medical table in the center of the room with a light looming over it. He assumed there was supposed to be a body laying on said table and, in the dark, it was a scary thought that it was no longer there. “I hope Akaashi hurries up. I don’t like it here.”

You couldn’t stifle the small giggle, though you covered your mouth in a poor attempt. It was the nerves, you were sure, because as he moved away you held tighter, stumbling after him. He tried one door, the handle stiff enough that you recognized it to be fake. There was a set of metal double doors on the other side of the room and those swung open with an eerie grinding noise, scraping across the concrete floor.

The hallways extended to either direction, cells lining the wall in front of you and you shuddered. “Let’s go, Semi, please,” you begged, tugging him down to the left. It was the same direction that you had come from on the floor above and hoped that it would lead you to a staircase or something*.

Semi went along reluctantly, flashing his light in all the cells you passed. Most were empty, besides the occasional bed or other prop. Some contained chains mounted in the wall and his eyes flashed to you.

The hallway opened up into what may have been a waiting room if most of the furniture hadn’t been utterly destroyed. As you scanned the area, there was a noise from up ahead and you jerked to a stop, scurrying back to Semi’s side. Peeking around him while he stared down the hall, you kept a tight grip on his arm, feeling the muscles flex and tense beneath your hand. A shadow moved in the light and you nearly screamed as Kuroo stepped into view, followed closely by Akaashi.

Neither carried a light and your heart leapt in your throat when you caught a momentary flash of light reflecting off of Kuroo’s eyes before it disappeared.

Still hiding behind Semi, the four of you regarded each other in silence for a moment, before Kuroo chuckled.

“Well, this is certainly convenient, though I didn’t expect you to get involved,” he said, leaning sideways against the wall. He looked as relaxed as usual while Akaashi lurked behind him, staring at you peeking around Semi’s arm.

He held out a hand to you but you held back, suddenly unsure of Kuroo’s words. With your heart in your throat, you looked up into Semi’s relaxed, impassive face. He made no moves, just watched the other two linger in front of your only escape route.

Then he shrugged.

“Dumb luck.”

The men burst into laughter and you squeaked, taking a step back from Semi. Before you could get anywhere, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you forward.

“Easy, kitten. We don’t wanna hurt you,” Kuroo said, stepping further into the room. His eyes lit up once again in the light from your flashlight, mischievous brown turning solid gold. His pupils narrowed and elongated, his smile seeming to become more sharp as he stared down at you.

You breathed in sharply, taking a step back into Semi’s chest. Regardless of whether he was in on whatever they had planned, he was the safest option as opposed to whatever the hell Kuroo was.

The grip on your wrist loosened but came to your shoulders instead, keeping you in place with a warning squeeze. You had already guessed he was tough, given he had taken the full brunt of the impact earlier, but you now suspected he wasn’t human either.

Akaashi came forward last, looking as placid and calm as ever, cold fingertips stroking down your cheek.

You shivered.

None of these men were human, if you had to hazard a guess. Staring up at them, you felt your heart drop.

“W-Where are ‘Toka and Goshiki?” you asked, and were proud that your voice barely cracked. Maybe if you reminded them people would be looking for you, they would back off, allowing you to escape.

Kuroo chuckled, flipping the zipper of your-- Semi’s-- jacket up in what would have been a cute manner under different circumstances. “Keiji here sent them looking for the others in the funhouse, but they’ll never find the doorway down here. Tendo was right, there are lots of hidden doors in this place.”

“What are you? What are you going to-- to d-do to me?” you asked quickly, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as he started to tug the zipper down. You were stalling at best, your heart thumping harshly in your chest. If there was any chance of escape, you couldn’t figure it out. You had no idea where this door was and you had the impression you wouldn’t be able to outrun them anyway.

“I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you,” he answered, taking a step closer. You tried to shrink away, huddling down into Semi’s oversized jacket, but it only seemed to entice them. “I am a yokai, I assume you know what that is? Akaashi is your run of the mill demon.”

If that offended Akaashi, he didn’t show it, simply widening his smile and blinking slowly. His once serene blue eyes turned pitch black and when he blinked again, they were normal.

“I’m just a werewolf,” Semi said, breathing against your ear. His hands slid down, catching the zipper of his jacket between his fingers and drawing the zipper down slowly.

“W-Wait, please,” you tried, grabbing and tugging at his wrist to no avail. He was far stronger, and you were like a fly in comparison. “Please, can we just go?”

Kuroo cupped your cheek, a moderate temperature compared to the other two, and his smile seemed to soften a fraction. “No, kitten. Keiji and I have been waiting for this for far too long. The wolf probably just likes how you smell.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but the deep, pointed inhale Semi took against your neck seemed to verify the statement. The jacket fell to the floor with barely a whisper and then your phone was placed face up on a table, beside the men’s, and the combined light filled the room.

It felt like you couldn’t get enough air as warm hands skimmed down your stomach, stretching the soft fabric of your t-shirt out, before settling on your hips. Lips met your neck, tentative at first, trailing up to your jaw, causing you to shiver.

The heat radiating off of Semi and Kuroo was getting to you, Semi’s soft lips flitting over pleasure spots causing your back to arch. You didn’t want to like it, but when Kuroo’s hands slipped up your shirt and over your ribs, your muscles tensed in unwanted arousal. Your nipples were already peaking inside your bra, the hairs on the back of your neck raising at the first graze of teeth on your skin.

“W-Wa-ait--” you breathed and, for a moment, you thought they really would stop because they both paused.

It was over in a moment, a soft kiss pressed to your other cheek as Kuroo pushed your bra up over your tits. His hands were soft as they cupped the tender flesh, giving gentle squeezes that went straight to your core, as much as you protested. “Not gonna happen, kitten. May as well enjoy it. We’ll take good care of you.”

A new sensation joined the heat surrounding you then, Kuroo moving to the side to allow Akaashi to join in. His hands were cold compared to the other two, one on your side and one cupping your unoccupied breast. The difference was enough to make you gasp, back arching on its own into their touch, and they at least had the decency not to snicker.

“You really do smell good, princess,” Semi whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe. “I can smell everything, even how wet you’re getting for us.”

Craning your neck away from him only opened you up to another smattering of kisses and you hated that he was right. They were getting to you, their gentle touches on your body doing everything right, like they had been your lovers for years rather than men you just met today. It made it harder to think than it already was, mind still racing in a futile effort to formulate some way to escape, but even you could recognize your body giving up.

Your shirt came up and over your head, disappearing somewhere outside of your vision. There was a collective intake from the men in front of you, and Semi groaned over your shoulder.

“I knew you would be so pretty, kitten,” Kuroo cooed, palming one tit again. He relished in the way you twitched when he pinched your nipple, then he cupped both, bouncing and watching them jiggle. “Been watching you all day, we couldn’t wait to get our hands on you.”

Akaashi was the first to lean over, wrapping cool lips around one pert bud, and Kuroo stepped back to watch your teeth sink into your lip to stifle any noises.

“Feel good, princess?” Semi asked, and chuckled when you shook your head. “It will soon, then. We won’t hurt you. Just wanna make you feel good.”

The worst part was, you were beginning to enjoy it. It was so tempting to cave, to just let them have their way with you. They were gentle, surprisingly so, and it was knocking down whatever resistance you had left at an alarming rate.

Semi’s hands were almost scalding against your sides, squeezing and kneading as he suckled at your neck, feeling you whine in your throat. “There you go. Just let go.”

The clasp of your bra came loose, and you weren’t even sure who had done it, before it was slid down your arms and dumped, presumably with your shirt.

There were two sets of lips attached to each nipple, your nails digging into your palms to keep from tangling your fingers in someone’s hair but you were losing the will to fight. Your panties were embarrassingly wet, no matter how much your mind insisted you didn’t like it, and you broke your silence when cold fingers drifted down to undo the button of your jeans.

“No please,” you begged, wiggling your hips in your first real display of resistance. Hands clamped down to still them in an iron grip, and a hand clasped your jaw, forcing you to look Kuroo in the eyes.

“What wrong, kitten? You’ve been so good up til now,” he said, stroking your lower lip with his thumb. There were imprints of your teeth in the skin, and he ached to kiss you, but it would have to wait.

“I-I don’t w-want--” you stuttered, tears burning the corners of your eyes as your zipper was pulled down.

Semi interrupted you then, tilting your head just so that he could kiss the corner of your mouth, smirking. “She’s embarrassed because of how wet she is.” Dropping his voice to barely a whisper, he said, “I can smell you, princess. You want this, don’t deny it.”

Shaking your head feebly, you whined when Semi pressed his lips to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips again. It was enough to distract you from your jeans sliding down your legs, until they pooled at your ankles and Akaashi had to tug your shoes off. Your jeans hit the floor shortly afterwards, the air startlingly cool against your now bare skin only to be covered with warmth as the men caged you in again.

It started with two fleeting touches to your inner thighs, which you tried to stop by squeezing them together only for them to pried apart in an instant. Semi took the opportunity to lay another languid kiss to the corner of your mouth, tongue flicking out against your lips.

For a moment, you turned into it only to jerk away, looking in the opposite direction. You knew what they were trying to do and you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg for something you didn’t want. You wondered briefly where the others were and why you could hear nothing from above, until warm hands cupped your tits again.

You bit down on your lip again when Semi circled your nipples with his thumbs, massaging your breasts as he rolled them between his fingers. It was hard to keep quiet when it felt so good, especially when Kuroo and Akaashi were teasing your inner thighs, so close your aching cunt.

Your hips rocked of their own accord, your mind too preoccupied with the warm touches on your tender nipples and stifling your noises, but all three of your attackers smirked.

“Ask, pretty girl,” Akaashi said, speaking for the first time.

His voice combined with his fleeting, cold touch against the soaked lips of your cunt caused a gasp to break free, hips rolling up in a jerky manner against your will. Your ears burned when they laughed and your teeth sank into your lip again. It was driving you insane, they were so close but you refused to beg for it.

“Aw, did we upset you, kitten?” Kuroo cooed, placing a wet kiss against your hip. “We’re sorry. You’re just so cute we can’t help it. Come on, ask us. Ask us to touch this pretty little pussy and we’ll make it up to you.”

Another swipe across your clit timed with a tug on your nipples broke the seal a second time.

“S-Semi--”

“There she goes,” Semi whispered, tilting your head around to look at him. Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at him with wide, resigned eyes. His eyes dropped to your parted lips for a moment and you swallowed, blinking the tears away, but didn’t struggle.

The first kiss was tentative, tongue ghosting between your parted lips to test you for a reaction. You only whined into the kiss, leaning in and he delved into your mouth, tongue lapping at yours as he tasted you.

When he pulled away, you hiccupped, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“Please, just touch me. Fuck me, do whatever. I can’t--” you whispered, thighs aching from how tense you had been for god knew how long. It was too much to hold out, not when you were so wet and aching for it anyway. They knew what they were doing, their gentle teasing and buildup working to break down any fight you had and it had worked flawlessly.

You melted into Semi as Kuroo lifted one leg over his shoulder. Akaashi left a trail of cool kisses down your inner thigh while Kuroo kissed up the opposite one. You didn’t know whether to tremble or whine, so you did both when his nose bumped your clit, and they chuckled again.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, pretty girl?” Akaashi asked, and you might have mistook it for affection in another situation. “Just relax.”

As if you had a choice. Hot breathe puffed across your folds, teasing just a little more until you were practically dripping on his lips. Only then did his tongue swipe across your clit, your hips jerking harshly. His hot tongue was replaced with a cold one, the two of them taking turns lapping at your clit at such a languid pace that it was more torturous than not being touched at all.

“Fuck, please, stop teasing,” you cried, voice cracking as your back arched. You were desperate at this point, willing to beg or do whatever they wanted. You weren’t getting out of it without doing so anyway, so you might as well enjoy it. “Kuroo, Akaashi, please.”

A sharp pinch to your nipples made you squeal just before Semi devoured your mouth. You could feel the aggravation in the kiss, the way his teeth clacked against yours and his tongue pressed against yours. You made muffled noises against him, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair.

At the same time, Kuroo latched onto your clit properly, and your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head as you rocked your hips against his feverish suckling. The noises he was making filled the quiet space, grunts and would-be moans that terminated against your clit as he worked to make you cum.

Your head was starting to spin from lack of oxygen and intense pleasure. Kuroo wasn’t giving you an inch and your slick hole fluttered around nothing, until something swirled around your entrance before slipping in.

You forgot about the kiss, Semi’s lips hovering against yours as you came with a cry around cold fingers. The temperature difference between Akaashi’s fingers and Kuroo’s lips was mind numbing, your eyelids flickering, trying to stay open before giving in. You didn’t bother to be quiet, letting your moans bounce off the walls. Maybe it would draw the others to you, and you could still get out of this.

Instead of withdrawing his fingers, Akaashi slipped another one in beside the first, kitten licking your still sensitive clit and listening to you whine for him to “Stop, please, too much.” He only smirked, continuing to lap until you relaxed, though the stream of noises never stopped.

There was a moment of hesitation as Kuroo stood, cocking his head in Semi’s direction. With your attention on your throbbing clit and Akaashi’s almost icy touch, you missed the way Semi beckoned to him. Their lips met briefly, allowing Semi to get a taste of you on his lips before Semi dragged him into a deeper one, tongues meeting in a heated tangle. Both men were hard, Semi grinding his clothed erection against the cheek of your ass, the chafing fabric unnoticed against your soft skin.

You squirmed against him when Akaashi crooked his fingers just right inside you, grazing over the swollen sweet spot inside you again and again until you were on the verge of another orgasm. It seemed like no matter how long his fingers stayed inside you, they never heated up. You weren’t even sure if the cold of his tongue flicking over your clit was pleasurable or not but it was such constant pressure that you hurtled towards your second orgasm. Kuroo was quick to stifle it, delving into your mouth for you to taste what remained of you on his tongue.

You came with a cry, convulsing around Akaashi’s fingers for a second time so hard you became light headed. He continued to pet that spot inside you until you were squirming to get away, tugging roughly at his hair.

Your legs shook when he let you down, only Semi’s strong grip keeping you upright. The sound of belt buckles clanging brought you down quickly, and trepidation set your heart racing again. There was no stopping it, but you found yourself trying to back up anyway.

“Ah,” Kuroo tutted, taking you from Semi’s arm and kissing the crown of your head like he was comforting you. “Don’t start that. We aren’t going to hurt you, kitten.”

No, they certainly hadn’t yet, and you had no choice but to trust his words. Something hard pressed against your ass, hotter even than the rest of Semi. You instinctively jerked away, pressing into Kuroo only to feel something slip between your thighs.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Kuroo drawled, and you could feel the condescension dripping off of him. Semi pressed to your back again, shielding you from the cold, while Kuroo asked, “How are we gonna take her? Semi, you kinda threw a wrench in things, can’t lie.”

Semi shrugged against your back, letting his cock settle between your thighs. You whined, jerking your hips instinctively away from the heat against your folds, but it only served to make him grind into you.

“I want this sweet cunt,” Semi snarled, cupping your jaw in a tight grip and tilting your head away, baring your throat to him. He licked a stripe from your shoulder to just beneath your ear before kissing the soft skin, and you shivered at the possessiveness in his tone.

“Alright, wolfboy smells a mate,” Kuroo said, rolling his eyes. “Akaashi?”

The last of the trio stepped forward again, skimming his fingers down your cheek before leaning in to steal a kiss. “I’m okay with whatever you want, Kuroo. Just wanna feel her around me.”

There was something dark in his eyes that belied his passive words. He was deferring to Kuroo to get things moving, you were almost sure. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool against your thigh, more like a glass dildo you kept at home than a cock attached to a man.

“That makes things easy then,” Kuroo said, clapping his hands and giving you that mischievous smile. If you didn’t know any better-- you didn’t-- you would say his teeth were a little sharper, the canines more pronounced than before. His eyes certainly hadn’t changed, maintaining that almost glowing golden color this whole time. “Semi, lay on the couch. Keiji, you can take her from behind. I want her mouth.”

He sounded like he was giving out instructions to his employees rather than fucking a very reluctant person, but the other two followed his instructions without question. It was an odd sensation, to be talked about as if you weren’t there, as if you had no say over what was happening to you.

Not that you did.

It wasn’t until you were straddling Semi that you realized something. In addition to being hotter than average, he was larger than average, peeking out from between your folds to drip precum just below his bellybutton. The way your stomach swooped made you nauseous and tears fell down your cheeks all over again.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked, wiping them away as best he could. You wouldn’t be fooled by the concern in his tone; he wouldn’t stop anyway.

You turned your face away only to jump when a finger slipped your cunt, cool to the touch, followed by a second, only to be removed a second later. They moved instead to your slick rear entrance, circling and massaging until it gave way, eased by your previous orgasms. You fell forward, bracing yourself over Semi, who held your rocking hips still. Two fingers filled you, the stretch no more than a sting but it was uncomfortable nonetheless when you didn’t want it.

Akaashi’s other hand came down, long fingers wrapping around your throat just beneath your chin, pulling you back up to your knees. “Good girl,” he whispered in your ear before forcing your head around so he could capture your lips.

They parted naturally when his tongue glided across them, allowing him access without thought. You couldn’t place his taste; it was like he’d just eaten ice before kissing you, and you moaned into it.

Kuroo, who until then had been content to watch, groaned and stood from the dilapidated chair he had been lounging in. One hand wrapped around your wrist, moving your hand to wrap around his aching cock, desperate for some kind of relief. Your palm was soft against him, and he spit on it twice for good measure before allowing you to curl your fingers around him again. They did so automatically, squeezing tight and he hissed through gritted teeth, slit pupils narrowing further as he watched Akaashi’s tongue delve into your mouth like he wanted his cock to.

All the while, Semi was forcing you to slide along his shaft, slow, calculated moves designed to drag your clit back and forth against him. He could feel you trembling above him, your hands curled into fists against his chest, hips moving with his hands. You dripped down his cock, covering him in your slick and he almost growled at the heady scent. Unlike the other two, he could smell how bad you wanted it and it was driving him wild.

“Akaashi, hurry up,” he snapped, digging his nails into your soft hips hard enough to leave marks if he wasn’t careful.

Akaashi hummed in disapproval, pulling from your mouth to stare impassively at the werewolf. “I don’t want to hurt her, Semi.”

Yet, he withdrew his fingers and you whined at the loss.

“Finally,” Semi hissed, helping Akaashi lift you up so he could slick his cock up against your cunt before settling against your rear hole. “You go first.”

Your toes curled tight enough to cramp as Akaashi gave you a warning nudge before splitting you open. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as you stared up into the cobwebbed ceiling, waiting for him to bottom out. Thighs trembling in Semi’s hold, you fell back against Akaashi’s chest as his hips met your ass.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaving cool kisses along your shoulder and neck. Goosebumps were raising up your arms and back, and he would have felt bad if you weren’t squeezing around his cock so tight while Semi positioned himself at your dripping hole.

You couldn’t decide if you really wanted two cocks, weren’t sure if you could even take two, but Semi was stretching you so wide you were crying out broken babbles none of them could make out as he seated you flush against his hips. You twitched above him, fluttered around him, squeezed rhythmically while you tried weakly to get away.

The sensation of fullness was one you had never experienced before. Even just Semi’s cock was more than you had ever taken, let alone Akaashi’s cock in your inexperienced asshole. You blinked rapidly, unable to decide if you liked it or not before a hand wound in your hair and you were pulled down.

Kuroo’s cock bobbed in your face and your jaw dropped automatically, allowing him to smear precum around your lips. He was more salty than bitter as he slipped into your mouth, stuffing himself as far as he could before you started gagging. Pulling back, he gave you a small reprieve to gasp for air before filling your mouth again. There was no fighting his thrusts, you had to force your throat to relax or choke. A mix of drool and tears spilled down your chin as a thick vein dragged against your tongue, dripping off to the floor. In the back of your foggy mind you were disgusted.

When they felt you relax around Kuroo’s cock, his hips moving in a steady rhythm to fuck your throat, Akaashi and Semi moved.

You spasmed around Kuroo when Semi lifted you up and dropped you back down, your hips meeting with a wet slap, his cock stifling your scream. Akaashi pulled out then, a little more careful as he stuffed himself back in, but the constant push and pull of their hips soon spread fire through your body. Kuroo was heavy on your tongue, Semi and Akaashi bumping and grinding against each other through the thin wall separating your cunt and ass, Semi’s curls stimulating your throbbing, sensitive clit.

You couldn’t fathom how you were careening towards a third orgasm, but Semi’s cock was so thick he couldn’t help but drag along the swollen, gummy sweet spot inside you. Akaashi’s low, pleasured moans in your ear gave you a vague sense of pride. These gorgeous men wanted you, were moaning for you.

It was enough to make you forget this wasn’t right.

Kuroo thought you were moaning, your throat vibrating around his cock as he facefucked you with abandon. The tight sleeve of your throat only grew tighter when Akaashi’s hand slipped between your legs to pet your clit and Kuroo grunted.

“Keep that up, kitten, and you’re gonna make me cum,” he said, holding your nose down in his curls for a few seconds just to feel you spasm around him.

Semi and Akaashi felt the benefits of it, both your holes clenching around them as you gagged. Semi took the opportunity to grind deep inside you, rolling his hips up so that he pushed against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled around him, a squeal stifled around Kuroo’s cock as you came hard, jerking in Semi’s hold. He snarled, bouncing you on his cock with abandon as Akaashi slammed into you, spreading your clenching hole without care as he moaned.

Kuroo grunted, pumping into your mouth a few more times before pressing your nose into his pelvis and cumming, his lips parted in an ‘o’ and his head tipping back. You had no choice but to swallow until he pulled out and spilled the remnant all over your face, smirking as it mixed with your tears and drool to drip off your chin.

Semi’s back arched off the couch, strong hands pulling you down to sit flush with his hips as he spilled inside you. Your eyes grew wide at the intense heat filling your womb, the warmth rushing up through you at the same time Akaashi came in your ass. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his cum offset the heat of Semi’s, and your vision swam for a moment from overstimulation.

Semi caught you as you collapsed forward, cradling you to his chest regardless of the mess, petting your hair.

Akaashi slipped out of you, sharing a small smirk with Kuroo as he sought out your clothes.

“Give me my shirt,” Semi said, catching it from the air when Akaashi threw it. He forced you to sit up, watching you sway with a twisted sense of pride, and wiped the mess from your face. Akaashi and Kuroo took you from there, helping you to dress while you leaned against them, unable to keep from snickering at the state they’d left you in.

“Can you walk, kitten?” Kuroo asked, setting his hands on your shoulders. “Or do you need someone to carry you?”

“I-I can w-walk,” you stuttered, throat raspy. You frowned and grabbed it, swallowing with a wince.

“Good girl,” Kuroo said, dropping a kiss on your lips and smirked when you leaned after him as he pulled away. “We don’t need to worry about you telling anyone, do we?”

Shaking your head, you allowed Semi to wrap an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to bathe in his warmth as Kuroo led the way up the hidden stairs a little ways down the hall they had been blocking earlier. At the top of the stairs, you could hear voices calling your names and perked up, trying to follow the echoes in the darkness.

“This way,” Kuroo said, leading the way though there wasn’t a speck of light in sight. Your own phone was tucked safely in the pocket of Semi’s jacket, which he had taken back. “Keiji, give me your phone. Appearances.”

Right, couldn’t let the humans know.

Everyone crowded around you, throwing questions all at once, until Shirabu lost his temper. He insisted on looking you and Semi over, just to determine for sure nothing was the matter.

He seemed a little concerned by how out of it you were, and asked if you hit your head.

Three sets of eyes landed on you, all carrying a different weight as they waited for you to speak.

“Just tired, Shirabu,” you murmured, hiding your face in Semi’s side. “It took ages for them to find us. Can we go home now?”

The tension eased, though you kept your face hidden, allowing him to guide you blindly down the hallway.

It was even colder outside than earlier, and Kuroo took over the spot on your other side, gently shooing Yachi towards the other. She had insisted on keeping you company, watching you with wide, worried eyes while Akaashi and Kuroo whispered together behind her.

Even now, she watched the way the three men hovered around you with curious concern. They treated you like a precious object-- or a possession that needed to be protected.

You nodded in response to something Kuroo said, trying-- if possible-- to curl even closer into Semi. Akaashi hovered in the background, pretty face as impassive as ever until he caught Yachi looking at him.

His lips curled up in a smile, his face softening ever so slightly, and she relaxed. Whatever had happened to you down there, it seemed to spark something in the three men.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been that bad.

#🖤.kuroo #🖤.akaashi #🖤.semi #tw noncon #tw reluctance

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steve0discusses · 3 years ago

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S5 Ep 15 Pt 1: The Gang Gets Lost in India

Ah, back to Yugioh classic. Sort of. We’re going into the second filler arc before Bakura, which I have been told is kind of nonsense. And youknow what, from the first scene--this is the first scene by the way--yeah I can see the nonsense.

We got Yami cosplaying as the Chrysler building, we got Yugi saying WTFWTF, we got...this thing?

This thing tells us “Join my game, Yugi!” and then the demon just kinda bounces.

K, bye, I guess.

(read more under the cut)

Waking up from this nightmare, Yugi reveals that he has outgrown his good pajamas. Or maybe he just overused them like I did to my favorite pajamas during quarantine (which, not gonna lie, I hand sewed my favorite pajama pants back together 2 or 3 times like they were the Velveteen Rabbit. Quarantine pajamas and me were like best buds for a year there.)

RIP Yugi’s good pajamas.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I can get used to Yugi in his normal ass old man pajamas without any cute stars on them. I can accept this. He’s getting older. So much older that for a second I thought he was learning Hebrew, by the looks of his books on his counter. I thought...wow, is Yugi actually attempting to learn a language spoken around the time of ancient Egyptians???

But uh...I went a searching and unfortunately that’s not Hebrew, and if that is a language, I don’t know what it is. Pretty sure it’s just random marks because this show has to be translated in so many languages. Man. For a second there that looked like really sneaky world building, but nah, Yugi is still kind of a dumbass who has yet to attend a solid year of school.

Also, I got to take in this mustard yellow as if I’ve seen it for the first time.

It has strong building blocks energy. It’s...so much yellow and it’s extremely the vibe of that one set of animal crossing decorations that I have because it’s a very common recipe, but, can’t figure out for the life of me how to fit into any room.

What am I supposed to do with these, Nintendo? Other than recreate Yugi’s Muto’s haunted game store/house?

Like I live in the Bay area and we have wild painted houses so you can see them through the fog (back when we...still had fog, RIP California) --but this is a little much. This is such strong Protagonist energy but as a house.

Also, I’ve don’t think I’ve brought this up before, but like...Yugi is loaded, right? Like he’s way too good and humble to ever say he’s loaded, and they sort of make it seem like he’s not (when compared to Seto Kaiba) but damn, this location of his real estate sure is something. That and Grandpa’s tiny shop seems to run on a constant deficit and his family just doesn’t care.

We flash back a bit to Gramps sneaking out, and Yugi is like “oh great, my only Father figure I ever talk about is getting a backpack together and just...leaving without any notice, huh? Without telling me you were going to go? Didn’t think that would maybe be a little off putting?“ and Gramps is like “Yes?”

Like Gramps nearly died going to an amusement park a few episodes back so I can see why Yugi is a little bit concerned.

Down the street at a little town lottery, Joey is getting further into gambling (I don’t know what those little street lotteries are called, it’s in a lot of anime--but kinda looks like mom lotteries for moms.)

I’m not sure why India is on Joey Wheeler’s bucket list, seems a little random, but he went to Pegasus’ country, after all and that’s barely even a country.

Joey going nuts on a lottery machine instead of going to school was pretty peak filler, so I’m not really minding this stuff so far.

And then, just to spook me, check this out:

I can’t believe they even let them back into a classroom. In my nerd school, if you missed one too many days, you were sent to the bad schools to be someone else’s problem. But in Yugi’s case...that either IS his school or...Yugi is failing International School, which is just a thing he’s allowed to do, because, as I said before, this kid has got to be loaded. Even Seto Kaiba was like “I’m not spending money on this school anymore. That outfit is like 50 bucks a jacket.”

Youknow, I have seen all the other characters knock on Tea’s choice of cute ass monsters for the last 5 seasons, and she has never once changed them out. She is holding onto this scary seraphim thing with the many wings like every child with their first Pidgey. She does not care.

Also how is this thing cute?

like the front of this orb has a face with hearts on it but like...it is kind of remarkable what Yugioh decides is cute. Magma golem: not cute. this thing? This thing that looks like it’s a chibi version of the last chapters of the bible and will sound the trumpets of the second coming? So cuuuuute.

Tristan used to be the Janitor/hall monitor/square archetype. Like hell he can walk around with that 00′s R+B soundtrack.

Joey appears in order to get us the hell out of school, and the art team retires this school background for the rest of what I assume is this entire series.

Goodbye school. Maybe you’ll come back with Bakura. Which would be weird, since rumor is that arc takes place in ancient Egypt.

On their walk home, Tea lets out in an inner monologue that no one could hear that after 5 straight seasons of his BS, she’s sick and tired of Pharaoh being the center of attention all the time and she needs a freakin break.

TBH, as she was thinking in her head like “Pharoah is just so freakin much” Yugi switched over to Pharaoh and was like “WHATS UP TEA, THINKING ABOUT ME??” and I thought for a split second maybe he read her mind with his Pharaoh powers.

And like...maybe he did? Seems like a thing he can just do but chooses not to tell anyone about. I mean would you tell anyone? I wouldn’t.

So, unlike Miho in Season Zero, who at least had the decency to try to take her Mother to Australia, Joey Wheeler has wisely decided that the 3 other ticket holders will not be the 3 other members of his immediate family. That would have been the most awkward trip between Serenity, his mother he hasn’t really spoken to in 7 years, and his absent father who was written out of the series for being a raging alcoholic. They would have not even made it to the plane.

Instead he’s gonna take the ghost in Yugi’s head and call that an adult (two tickets in one, really). It’s honestly not that bad of a plan, since his only other father figure, Grandpa, is MIA, and his only other, other father figure, Roland, charges like 300 dollars an hour and wants stock options and health insurance.

And honestly they should have taken Roland because he’s one of their best plane guys.

So they take the smallest little Amelia Earheart plane in the world, going from Japan to (checks map) India...which 2 times the distance this plane can go and it crashes...which is exactly what would happen if you took a teeny tiny plane over the Himalayan mountains without refueling that thing.

We call this a magical incident later in the episode, but this is just basic math.

So, fun fact, (and probably why I discuss planes so often on this blog) two of my Grandfathers were pilots (well, three, since my grandmother remarried another pilot), which sounds like a crazy coincidence until you recall that their generation was in WW2 and we just shoved children in planes for 20 years and called that normal.

Anyway, to save on travel costs, my engineer Grandfather built his own plane out of junkyard parts, which, as you can imagine, is a living nightmare, and it was held together by like duct tape and gasoline (which at one time used to be cheap). Tempted God every day that Howls Moving Castle touched the sky.

And while I only know it from photos since I wasn’t exactly born yet, it looked exactly like this plane. So looking at this, all I can think is...yeah...that’s what you get for flying to India in a tin can car. To this day I cannot trust any plane of this size.

So, they climb out of their wreckage virtually unscathed and into familiar Californian territory.

At least Joey thought about bringing a tent.

It’s interesting how our cast has become so accustomed to this that they’re not even all that shell shocked. It’s just another day in the life.

So next time we shall find out what India has in store for us. Or if we’re even in India...because again...feels a lot like this BG team doesn’t do any research into their landscapes and every place feels a whole lot of the same. But...at least they didn’t put any Arizonan mesas in India.

#Yugioh #YGO #yu-gi-oh #recap #photo recap #S5 #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #School?????#A really ass plane #gambling #And a trip to India

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jtrbluv · 4 years ago

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hell-ish | pjm

summary: can be read as a separate oneshot or a continuation of ‘we’re not really strangers’“

“But do you remember when we went on a field trip to that amusement park in 8th grade? Around halloween time? … Yeah, I think that’s the moment I pretty much fell in love with you.“

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, humor, establisedrelationship!au

word count: 7.7k+

warnings: profanity (they are beyond terrified), inaccurate depictions of amusement park shenanigans, neurotic clowns (but they’re acting)

A/N: IM SO SRY ITS LITERALLY NOT EVEN HALLOWEEN ANYMORE GOODBYE DD; in my defense they typically have these typa things open after halloween ends... miss rona just isn’t allowing it this year ofc ;w; a special thanks to @viopera , @koushiningg, and @bangtans-peaceful-piegon for letting me use their likeness, i love u all. and i hope you enjoy this late halloween fic right before thanksgiving break!

The car rolls to a smooth stop. The man in the driver’s seat puts the car into park—turning towards you while placing a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“Hey,” he says, a small close-lipped grin painting across his features, “you excited?”

You reposition in your seat so you can face him, or more specifically, your best-friend-turned-lover—the sight of him smiling causes you to elicit one of your own, your nerves slightly subsiding.

“I am actually,” you admit, “how long has it been? Six? Seven years?”

“Around there I think, but we should probably get going. The lines are probably going to be stupid long like always,” he suggests, his hand leaving your thigh only to ruffle the hair on top of your head, "Here's to new memories Y/N."

You step out onto the pavement—the crisp, cold night air nipping at your cheeks and nose. The cooler temperature serving as a reminder that winter was yet to come and autumn was about to come to a close. You form an O-shape with your mouth, exhaling sharply and seeing your own breath swirling and blending into the air around you.

Footsteps approach you from the side as you shut the car door. Your head whips around to see Jimin walking towards you with a dopey grin plastered on his face. In response, your eyes playfully loll back, a stream of air huffing out of your nose.

You shift your focus back towards in front of you, eyeing the roller coaster that intimidatingly loomed beyond the fence of the park, the drop tower that appeared just as high, and the other neighboring attractions that towered significantly enough to be seen from afar. The whole stretch of the park emitted a red glow, from what you could assume was from the large-scale lighting and technology that was spread out across the expanse.

A soft hand slides its way from your forearm down to your palm, intertwining all in one smooth motion. It was warm and comforting much unlike your frozen, almost entirely numb ones.

“Someone’s a little cold aren’t they,” he teases, using his other hand to attempt to rub more warmth into yours.

“You know my hands are chronically cold,” you pointedly whine, causing small clouds of air to shoot out of his mouth and nose due to his laughter.

He locks the car and you two begin making your way towards the entrance—from what seemed like a mile, in reality, was only a block away. There was practically no gap in between the two of you the entire time, taking advantage of each other’s body heat amidst the numbingly cold weather.

The wait wasn't too shabby, but you knew it was because time always seemed to pass by so much faster when you were with him, most of the pastime consisting of talking about how your past week has been, the fuckton of assignments you two had gotten, and the dangerously high intakes of caffeine you two had consumed as per usual.

The conversation ceased after a while, and it was just the two of you pressed side to side in comfortable silence, hands still intertwined. It was interesting to see such a vast variety of ages all around you—the most common age range were teenagers or people of the same age as the two of you, which wasn’t a surprise. After getting past the ticket booth and security check, you

two finally make it inside.

The first thing you notice is the large, antique carousel that hadn’t changed in the tiniest bit since the last time you were here.

The meticulously decorated entrance—brought to life by the fire torches, heavy-duty fog machines that didn't allow one to see after 10 feet ahead of them, bright lights that were replaced by either no lights at all or a faint red tint, and just the whole ambiance—had greatly juxtaposed the simplicity and familiarity of the carousel that stood in the eye of it all.

The heat of the fire torches allow you to regain some warmth back into your body—you create a small gap in between you and Jimin, in which he pouts and lifts your intertwined hands up to his face, pressing a kiss into the back of your hand.

“So, where do you wanna go first?” He asks, swinging your arm back and forth after passing through the gates.

“I’m fine with whatever,” you enunciate a bit loudly, the usual noises of amusement park shenanigans hindering your hearing.

“You sure about that?”

You click your tongue, “Jimin please, I’m a college student now, not a puny 8th grader anymore,” you argue, watching him turn away as he tries to stifle his laughter, “I swear!”

“Alright! Alright! I’ll believe you,” he eventually caves, frantically waving his hand to dismiss your concerns, “But I won’t believe you until I see it.”

“Oh, so we’re gonna play that game huh,” you retort, brows furrowing as a smirk creeps across your face, “Alright, so what do you think about riding that?” You ask innocently, motioning up towards the drop tower that forced one to crane their neck all the way back just to see the top.

You break your focus as you look back down and turn towards him to gauge his reaction. His jaw dropping down to his knees—eyes widened in complete bafflement and horror.

“Y/N. I am literally going to fucking die if I ride that shit. Oh my god.”

“What do you mean? It’s totally safe! I’ve been on it so many times.” You attempt to console him, knowing it’s futile because of the piercing glare he gives you right after you say that.

“And that’s supposed to make it better how?!"

You soothingly rub the back of his hand in an attempt to ease his nerves, “Of course I won’t push you if you don’t want to, you know.”

He sighs, “Well, now you’re just making me sound like a puny 8th grader.”

“I can assure you that you very much, are not Chim.” And he smirks at that, tightening his grip on your hand, making you wish that you didn't give him that ego boost in the first place because he surely didn’t need any more of that.

You take some time to mull over your options, but instead, go with whatever your gut feeling was initially leaning towards, “Okay, so what if every time you take me to a house, I have to take you on a ride. You get to choose the house and I get to choose the ride.”

He nods in acknowledgment, “I’m listening.”

“Does that sound valid?” You inquire.

He bites on his bottom lip, taking a moment to quickly cogitate between the options you had given him, and at last, he nods, "It sounds like a win-win."

"Or a lose-lose." You chuckle, and he mirrors.

He shakes his head, “I know you like rollercoasters and all that scary shit, but there’s also a ton of stuff that they’ve added since we’ve last been here.” He replies, thinking out loud, while making you feel more content with your decision, “You got a deal ma’am.” He affirms at last—releasing his grip to offer you his hand to seal the deal, in which you confirm resolutely by shaking it.

Just like he said, the amusement park most definitely stepped up their game ever since you both were middle schoolers, navigating the large expanse with a bunch of other measly and equally puny peers.

The deeper you two make your way into the park, the more themed attractions lined the path. At this point, you could barely make out the bottom half of your legs due to the thickness of the fog. Actors were running around left and right—faces decorated with FX makeup that you could barely discern because of the dim lighting—effectively scaring others, clear by the amount of ear-splitting shrieks you've heard in the past ten minutes that was enough to make your eardrums burst.

Jimin takes note of your slight tenseness. He wasn't oblivious and he knew that you were trying to feign nonchalance—but the razor-tight grip on his hand and lack of chatter on your end was saying otherwise. But just like everything you do, he thought it was cute anyway.

He promptly squeezes your hand, making you turn to face him, "Do you want the first pick?"

You hum, "You can have it if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yess," you drag out exasperatedly, "how many times do I have to tell you that I'll be perf– !" You abruptly halt as a zombie (that very much isn't real is what you keep reminding yourself) whizzes past you, brushing against your shoulder and making you jump and trip over your own two feet.

The man beside you is quick to react—leaping in front of you with his arms out so you could fall into his grasp. And you do, gripping his arms to better steady yourself and stand up. As you attempt to straighten yourself out, your head sinks into his chest, laughter erupting out of the two of you to the point where his knees almost give out.

You detach yourself from his chest, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from laughing so goddamn much. Finally regaining your poise, you immediately slip your fingers back in between his. He cards a hand through his locks with his remaining hand while taking deep breaths.

While tugging him away from where you two were standing to avoid another ruckus... granted that you were at a haunted amusement park, you shout into foggy air, "I'm fine, I'll be fine Jimin! Let's go!", hoping that maybe if you spoke it out into the world, you could manifest it into being true.

Well, weren’t you wrong.

A rare and near impossible feat is what you were able to accomplish: forcing Jimin to make a decision. Despite him already being a trademark libra, you always believed that one of his most standout and consistent libra-esque traits was the fact that he was so indecisive. To which had resulted in him forcing you to make decisions instead of him most of the time, whether they had been trivial or not.

The moment you realized that this "feat" wasn’t much of a feat, after all, was when you two had finally reached the entrance of the first haunted attraction he had chosen, his impulsive and most likely ulterior-motivated driven decision causing you to retract all preceding moments in which where you were being stubborn and indignant in him making the first pick.

Just your luck, his explanation behind his decision (and your almost near-death experience) is that he says and you quote, “Start off with a bang! We get the worst over with now so it’s all smooth sailing for the rest of the night. Trust me.”

For some context, you had a very rational fear of clowns. The year of 2016 was already bad enough as it was—a time in which you had gotten out of your first serious relationship, afterward giving yourself the most horrendous haircut in your entire life because you were emotionally strung and the scissors… well they just happened to be within an arm’s reach.

Later on in said year when you had become a junior and assignments had been piling up higher and higher without any shits given whatsoever, your minuscule fear of clowns had been blown out of all proportions—ultimately fueled by the number of clown sightings around your town and one altercation that you still think about until this day. Four years later, you can still vividly recall the time where you were coming home after studying all day at the local library and on the other side of the street, you had spotted a clown—feet planted to the cement sidewalk, body immobile besides their head that would keep its focus on you as you continuously made your way down the street. As you began to quicken up your pace, the clown began to reciprocate your actions from across the way, and you came to the conclusion that you didn’t really wanna die that night so you sprinted the entire rest of the way home.

And here you two were, at the front of the line standing behind the black curtain entrance—next to a rugged wood sign with the words, CLOWNEUROTICS, inscribed with a dripping, rich red liquid which you surmise was fake blood and not Kool-Aid.

“I cannot believe I let you have the first pick and you do this to me” You quip, chewing the chapped skin of your lips, breath shallow and bated.

“Y/N, you’ll be just fine. I’ll be here right beside you, remember?” he assures you once more, giving you another tight squeeze on your hand.

The curtains swish open, the employee in a simple all-black ensemble motioning the two of you to come inside. You close your eyes, taking one deep and steady inhale before stepping in.

You can barely make out your surroundings, let alone Jimin, who was standing right beside you. The worker’s voice hollers over the deafening noises of the tent. “Follow the path, don’t go backwards, or else you'll hold up the line. And you see that green light?” He asks while pointing to the tiny green bulb that was down the hallway in front of you, “Take a right from there.”

Jimin replies, knowing that you’re too fear-stricken to form coherent sentences at the moment, “Alright, thanks.”

The man nods, and Jimin tugs on your hand as he begins to walk forward. You follow closely behind, reminding yourself to take breaths before you flat out lose consciousness.

As you reach the end of the hallway and the green light bulb the man mentioned, Jimin pauses and turns around to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, I know you hate my guts right now, but I’m sorry in advance and just know that I love you, okay? You have full permission to torture me after this.” He reassures with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” you grumble, lips downturned and head hanging low.

You feel his soft lips graze over your cheek, leaving a chaste peck before giving you an airy, irresistible smile that you can’t really help but relent, even though it already feels like your heart is about to implode on itself.

Taking a right, the setting of the attraction comes into periphery. White walls and floors—reminiscent of a hospital, are tainted with blood, a disarray of medical equipment, and severed body parts. You take notice of the vacant hospital beds, sheets crumpled and stained with red. Framed pictures of medical staff were hanging by loose nails, glass shattered, bloody splatters and smears all over the frames, walls, and white tile.

You two reach a doorway, next to one of the hinges was a sign that clearly said, Psychiatric Ward. Well, I guess that explains the neurotics part.

In an attempt to swallow down some of the fear in your throat, you tighten your grip on Jimin’s hand while opting to slither your remaining hand around his bicep.

He takes notice of your actions that were propelled by your increasing fear, and naturally, he can’t help but feel bad, “Hey, you know I’d never let anything happen to you.” He tells you, shaking you out of your slight daze, “You can hold onto me the whole time and stick your head in my shoulder just like you did years ago, I won’t mind,” he teases while booping your nose.

“Alright, let’s just get this over with, please.” You huff out, determined to somehow put on maybe not a brave, but a braver face than what he expects from you.

You manage to fail in a whopping, record-breaking, ten seconds of going inside.

The first jumpscare was so entirely predictable—the thunderous pounds against the wall, the trudging and supposedly neurotic clowns (although clowns are already neurotic enough as they are) had all built up suspense until a head of a clown had shot up from around the corner. Their usual clown features distorted with gashes in their skin and blood dribbling out of the corners of their mouth, clothes ripped and stained. Your entire body violently spasms, a shrill shriek, and an embarrassingly long string of curses leave your lips in a matter of mere seconds.

You don’t even notice the man you’re holding onto folding over in laughter because the clown is still very much still following you even after you turn the corner, but before you can recalibrate and trek forward another clown materializes just sparse inches at your side. Your entire body forcefully jerks back, knocking into Jimin, but the force doesn’t phase him in the slightest as he swiftly brings his arms around your frame to prevent you from falling back.

Next to you, the man’s laughter hasn’t ceased a bit the entire time, and as you quickly dash forward and away from the clowns that you oh-so-wanted to knock a tooth out of, while clinging onto his side, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, “Hanging in there?”

“I think I’m gonna murder you before I murder any of these clowns.”

“Noted!” he chimes while playfully bumping his head into yours.

As you two turn another corner, the sight of more clowns banging against vacant windows on either side of you has you wincing, and you could swear you could feel your left eye start to involuntarily twitch. You come to the indubitable realization that amidst dozens of clowns, you are evidently the biggest one here.

The sounds that blaringly elicit from your lips are the nearing equivalent to keyboard smashes with a variety of curse words in between. In short, if you had a swear jar, you’d be practically penniless at this point.

The clowns are quick to take note of your cowardly conduct, using it to their advantage and targeting you specifically—reaching and intruding so eerily close that you’re almost convinced that they’re actually touching you. You cower in their presence, squirming and sinking deeper and deeper into Jimin’s hold as you make your way down the path.

Beads of cold sweat began to assert their own path down your forehead—heart ricocheting against the walls of your chest, straining the cords of your throat because of your never-ending shouts and shrieks of terror upon terror. Your whole body was convulsing and shivering without fault, even when accompanied by the body heat of the man next to you, the harsh lighting of the overhead lights, and the lack of ventilation in this shoddy tent proved to be no match against your bodily functions that were going completely haywire. If you were an Amazon package, you would have a large ‘Caution: Handle With Care’ sign slapped right onto the box.

The pea-sized amount of pride that remains within you is the only thing stopping you from completely losing your shit.

Jimin's laughter—airy and unwavering, tickling the shell of your ear was the only thing keeping you grounded, serving as a constant reminder that at the very least when you might have lost all your pride and composure, you still had him by your side.

Without much forethought, he continues to lay kisses along your temple, clutching you close to his chest and keeping you upright as your knees constantly buckled under the weight of your looming fear, crumbling composure, and the grisly clowns that were most definitely preying on your downfall.

The ten-minute duration—which to you, had felt like a whole lifetime-and-a-half had finally come to a close. Once you were able to discern what you thought was the exit of the tent—the small opening leading to what had looked like signs of civilization, you booked it without hesitation, hastily tugging Jimin with you to the point where he nearly tramples over his own feet and crashes to the floor due to the sheer and sudden force.

You two finally pass through the exit. Feeling as if you had just ran a timed mile in five minutes, your body caves immediately—hunching over, briskly bringing your hands to your knees to support your deteriorating physiological state. The sound of your heavy breathing gets disrupted by Jimin’s laughter. You stand up, straightening yourself out when you realize that other people were starting to make their way towards the exit too, and you two were clearly blocking the way out.

Jimin takes you by the wrist and swiftly pulls you aside as more people start to trickle out of the tent. You two lean against the metal fence, comfortably silent as he lets you catch your breath.

You huff out, taking deep exhales as you speak, "Holy fuck, what even was that?"

"The funniest thing I have ever seen," he shoots back with a smile, slightly breathless as well.

You blink rapidly, body slumping against the fence, still completely cynical and disbelieving in what you had experienced. Biting the inside of your cheek so hard you're pretty sure you left teeth marks, you wipe your sweat with the hem of your sleeve.

"You okay?" he asks softly, closing the gap in between the two of you.

You nod, affirming your composure in hopes that it would solidify it for real. Giving him a smile to ease the nerves you knew he had, you visibly saw his smile widen, and with that, you ruffle his hair, take his hand into your own, and walk a few steps forward before announcing brazenly into the chilly autumn wind,

"Drop zone time."

"Y/N PLEASE—!"

"Don't do this, anything else but this please." He pleads, lips jutting out while childishly tugging on your sleeve.

You groan, "Bub, we had a deal."

He presses his lip together, "I know... but just look at that! How does that even look remotely safe enough for one to ride?" He tries to reason with you, staring up at the attraction that he believes should not even be labeled as an 'attraction' in the first place.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head, "If it was that much of a safety hazard, it wouldn't even exist Chim."

"I will never understand why people ride this out of enjoyment and pleasure. This is insane," he says, his eyes trailing to the long line of people behind the two of you.

"It's three seconds, I swear. Three seconds compared to my ten minutes of cussing and wanting to punch a clown in the face is very reasonable in my opinion. You’ll be just fine, I’ll hold your hand the whole time," you add on.

He quietly freezes in place—eyes fixated on the tower, hands leaving the fabric of your sweater. You feel his warm hand come in contact with yours, the back of his hand grazing your knuckles. Lacing your fingers in between his, he meets your eyes, giving you a timid, lopsided grin. A silent affirmation that had said more than words could’ve. I trust you but I’m still scared shitless.

“You guys are next,” the worker announces, opening the gate and gesturing you two to come inside. Jimin’s smile dissipates, face contorting into a look of mortification at the man’s words—eyes widening to the size of what would be considered as utter shock and lips curling into a form of disgust.

Tugging lightly at his hand, he whips his head towards you, waiting to speak until you two have passed the gate, “Y/N, I’m literally gonna piss my pants like I’m not even joking.”

“Jimin!” you say in a hushed yell, “Please don’t, I know your pride is too precious to you for you to annihilate it by pissing on a ride that even kids go on.”

He scoffs, “Okay fine… but we’re getting churros after this.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, smiling at his tone, “Why would I argue against churros?”

“Hello, miss? Come this way, please,” another worker greets, leading the two of you to two vacant spots of the ride where you presume were going to be yours.

You nod, making your way towards the two seats, hearing Jimin splutter incoherent words and sounds from behind your shoulder.

He immediately plops into the innermost spot, refusing to be on the outermost seat that only had one accompanying seat on one side, albeit it truly didn’t matter. And of course, you don’t tell him that.

Smiling at his overt signs of apprehension, you slide into the spot next to him, beginning to put on the seatbelt over your lap.

Drumming his fingers on his knees, he already has his seatbelt buckled and his over-the-shoulder restraints locked and secured into place.

“Ugh, can these things go any tighter! I can still move under here,” he tuts, vigorously trying to push the restraints closer to his body, yet his attempts are proven to be in vain.

“Bub, they still want you to be able to breathe,” you remind him with a small giggle, your head popping out of the U-shaped bar to look over at him—his brows knit in concentration, nose scrunched, lips tucked into his mouth.

In a final attempt, you hear the man beside you take a sharp and deep inhale, only to hear a tiny click emit from the restraint shortly afterward.

He releases his bated breath, only to come to the realization that he can’t extend his stomach all the way forward, the bar forcing it to come short. He splutters, bringing his hand to cover his face while he coughs only to realize that his arm can’t fully reach around the bar to meet his face.

You watch this entire scene unfold out in front of you—wishing you could do something to help the poor guy, but you already knew your attempts would be pointless in the end as your arms are physically incapable of extending that far. You sink back into your seat to make sure he doesn’t see the fact that you were trying so hard not to laugh.

“Jimin, deep breaths, in and out,” you instruct him as the worker starts to make their rounds around the ride, double-checking for seatbelts and secured restraints.

“Y/N, that’s the problem, I can’t.”

“Try scooting back into your seat,” the worker suggests to Jimin, giving him an empathetic smile.

“What do you mean–oh, erm, thank you.”

She nods, shaking Jimin’s restraint a little more energetically to reassure the man of his safety.

As she leaves, he says to you, “Y/N, I can’t believe you convinced me to go on this.”

“Me too, honestly. I’m really proud of you Chim.” You admit, reaching out a hand towards him in which he takes.

“Three seconds, right?” He reiterates.

“Give or take, yeah.”

“Y/N—!”

Your seats suddenly clatter, signaling the start of your long ascent. Jimin’s grip on your hand tightens substantially, causing you to groan out in pain.

He quickly takes note of the noise, loosening his grip ever so slightly, “Oh my god, sor- oh fucking hell, there’s no going back now?!”

You chomp down on your bottom lip before another sound could escape your mouth—his grip on your hand tightening the higher you two go, “No, no you’re fine, it’s okay..”

“HOLY SHIT WHY ARE WE ALREADY THIS HIGH UP?!” He yelps, kicking his feet against the air—people’s heads starting to look as small as ants, the rest of the park coming into view as if you were experiencing it from a drone’s point of view.

“Dumbass, don’t look down!”

“It’s too late–what the hell, why can I see the whole damn city from here?!” He sticks his head out of his restraint, looking up and trying to find the top, “wHen the FUCK does this shit stop please, Y/N, I cAn’T do this?!?!”

“Chim. Breathe. Deep, steady breaths, okay?” You say while audibly taking breaths so he can do the same.

“Okay, okay,” he says, voice cracking but following suit.

After you think that he finally manages to get a grip on himself, you decide to try to take his mind off the situation at hand, “Jimin, look at the view.”

His breath softens as he begins to take in his surroundings. He could see everything. To him, it feels as if he had the city in the palm of his hand. The rollercoasters that reside next to the tower were practically reaching eye-level to him, and despite the lack of color due to the theme of the park, he thought it was mesmerizing anyway. He marvels at the fact that he could even see past the park—catching a glimpse of the cars zooming on the main highway, minute specks of light emitting from the windows of skyscrapers, people living in their own little worlds in each one, And of course, the envy of it all, the night sky—the dark depth littered with a multitude of stars in their own little patterns and worlds of their own as well.

The overhead speakers trumpet, ripping Jimin out of his trance-like state, “Welcome to the drop zone brave newcomers. I hope you’ve had an enjoyable trip on the way up here. And I hope that your descent is just as enjoyable as well. We will be dropping in... “

Jimin heaves out, “Now that’s just plain rude at this point.”

“Ten.”

“Are you okay?”

He scoffs. “What kind of question is that Y/N?!”

“Nine.”

“Jimin, you’ll be just fine,” You reassure for the umpteenth time.

“I swear if this is longer than three seconds–”

“Eight.”

He frantically kicks the air. “Fucking hell! I can’t believe I’m doing this right now, I miss the ground.”

“Seven.”

“We’ll be back down to earth sooner than you think, I’m telling you.”

“Six.”

“Oh my fucking god, oh my fuck–!”

“Five.”

“Oh fuck, holy shit–!”

“Jimin, I’ll be right beside you–”

“Four.”

“–the whole way.”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD?!”

“Thre–!”

Before the countdown can finish, you two plummet, plunging down at great speeds—a feral-sounding squawk leaving Jimin’s lips when it all happens.

He squeezes his eyes shut, refusing to see what was going on—letting go of your hand, he opts to hold onto the other handlebar on the restraint instead. His breath is caught in his throat, the ride is moving so fast that he can’t even produce any noise, let alone move his body.

Just like you have been saying this whole night, the ride ends in a blink of an eye. Or more specifically, three seconds, give or take.

Jimin slumps in his seat—fingers still curled so tightly around the handlebars that his knuckles turn pale.

You stick your head out of your restraint, craning your neck to look at him beside you, “Jimin, it’s done, it’s over.”

“Are you sure?” He mumbles.

“Open your eyes.”

His head slowly rises, eyes remaining shut. Cracking one eye slightly open, he loosens his grip on the handlebars before opening his eyes and letting out a deep sigh of relief.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" You beam, waiting for the restraints to be lifted.

"I wouldn't know, I had my eyes closed the whole time," he shyly admits, lifting the restraint off of him and unbuckling his seatbelt.

You two jump out of your seats, heading towards the gate and bidding the drop tower goodbye, juxtaposing afterthoughts lingering in the air.

"That felt so weird, I don't know if I wasn't able to move or if there wasn't enough time for me to react," he chuckles dryly while twining his hand with yours once again.

You smile, "Probably a little bit of both," you suggest, eyes scanning the park for any signs of a churro stand, "but hey, you survived!"

He smiles at that, teeth out and all, "We both did," he assures earnestly, "and now as an incentive, we are getting churros."

Your eyes light up—the sight of the bright neon sign being the next destination of the night. Jimin notices your sudden reaction, quickly looking in the same direction as you and pinpointing the small churro stand from afar.

To your luck, the line isn't very long—people are most likely preoccupied with the multitude of attractions that are only going to be available for this appropriate time of the year, taking advantage of the opportunity before having to wait for an entire year before getting to experience it all over again. But you and Jimin weren't like most people, and you two strongly believed that churros should be indulged in at any time during any situation. And right now, it was being utilized as a form of consolation, just in the shape of a deep-fried pastry sprinkled with cinnamon sugar.

After obtaining your consolation desserts, you two resume your journey around the park. Too preoccupied indulging in your churro, you’re temporarily able to block out the commotion that was occurring around you, keeping four out of five senses focused on said churro and churro only.

“You feel better?” You ask, taking a brief moment to dust off all the cinnamon and sugar off the corners of your mouth.

“Mmhmph,” he incoherently mumbles, after shoving half a churro into his mouth. He abruptly pauses, cheeks puffed up and eyes wide, realizing he can’t talk and instead he nods with a grin as wide as his mouth would allow him to stretch out.

You giggle at his actions, taking your focus off of him to take another bite.

A few moments later, when most of your churros noticeably nowhere to be seen, you ask, “Where should we go next?”

He cinches his brows together, “We probably shouldn’t go on anything to extreme, considering we just ate. How about the ferris wheel?” He suggests, pointing to the attraction that was standing in front of the two of you.

You nod, “You’re right, these workers already go through enough. And we shouldn’t add cleaning vomit to the list.”

He chuckles, “Agreed. Let’s go, the line is pretty short!” He exclaims jubilantly, flashing you a mega-watt grin while pulling you along with him towards the gated entrance.

Leaning against the gate, you two wait for the round of riders that were currently riding to finish, mindlessly scrolling on your phones to pass the time.

The gate entrance opens, tearing your focus off of your phone and back to reality. The enormous and dazzling neon wheel that stood boldly enveloped your vision in replacement of your dim and dark-mode setted phone screen, making you blink a few times to adjust to its harsh hues.

One of the carts comes to a halt, doors releasing as the group of friends inside it begin to grab their belongings and head out. The worker in charge motions you to step inside after they leave, the two of you following suit. When you two become situated and seated, they press a few buttons on their control panel, the doors promptly swinging close. A few brief seconds after, the cart jolts before moving just enough so the other people behind you could board onto the next cart.

The carts reminded you of the teacup ride at Disneyland—built in a circular shape, seats lined around the border with a small gap made for the entrance door, but of course, it was void of steering wheels in the middle. Now that would just be a recipe for disaster, and a solid segue into Jimin vomiting all over you.

He nudges your leg, “It’s so funny to me.”

You turn to him, “What is?”

“Out of all things to do while being here, and we’re riding the ferris wheel,” he beams, a light chuckle leaving his lips, “I don’t know whether to pity us or not.”

“All my pride has left me already and I’m okay with it,” you tut, lips unwillingly curling upward as you replayed the scenes of what had happened earlier at the drop zone, “I wouldn’t talk too much if I were you Mr. ‘I’m gonna piss my pants.” You tease, poking him in the side.

He scoffs, squirming slightly where you poked him, “I am still proud of myself, I didn’t think I was gonna make it up there.”

You turn away, holding in your laughter, “I didn’t think you were either.”

“Hey! Don’t even get me started on you,” he says, nose scrunching and brows furrowing, “those poor clowns were about to get their noses punched in if it wasn’t for me being there. I think your screams and threats were starting to scare them more than they were scaring me.” He fires back, giggles erupting in his throat and interrupting his words.

“I’m not even gonna argue against that. We are so sad,” you say—laughter flaring up in your chest as well, the two of you keeling over so hard the cart begins to swing back and forth.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Easy there,” Jimin yelps as you two take notice of the movement and immediately cease your actions, hands grabbing the ends of the cart to try to stabilize it.

Just as your cart has moved up enough for you to start seeing an overhead view of the park, he whips his phone out before saying, “Lemme take a picture of you, the view is so nice here.”

As he whips out his phone, you scoot to the other end of the cart as he brings his phone up to his face and focuses it on you. Naturally, you bring your hand up, hand changing to a trademark peace sign as you flashed a smile for the camera. He brings his phone down many lock screen worthy pictures later, happy with the result evident from the grin etched onto his face.

“Your turn,” you say, motioning you two switch spots as you take your phone out of your pocket.

Jimin, infuriatingly photogenic, simply sits while staring off into the distance, jaw on full display as you begin to rapidly snap pictures. Hearing your camera clicks he changes his position—turning towards you as the chilly wind blows through his hair, eyes crinkling and dazzling smile on full display that you can’t help but smile at the familiar yet all too breathtaking sight.

Placing your phone in your lap, you scoot closer to him—leaning your back against his shoulder, you prop your legs up onto the seats. Turning towards you, he snakes his arms around your waist as his chest comes in contact with your back. You let yourself sink deeper into his grasp, conforming into his body as warmth spreads to your fingertips. Your head lulls back, falling into the space right below his collarbones as you stroke the back of his hands gingerly with the pad of your thumbs. He rests his chin on top of your head, the two of you simply admiring the view below.

The ride still hasn’t started—people still boarding the ride as the carts momentarily halt and move from time to time.

Not long after, your cart reaches the very top.

Head peering over the edge, he turns back, “See, why did we have to go on the drop tower when we could’ve went here instead,” he grumbles, the peak of the tower standing nearly just as tall as the highest point of the ferris wheel to the point where you could stare directly ahead of you without tilting your head.

“Well that takes all the fun out of it,” you tease, making him frown, “Hey! You keep forgetting what you made me go through before that. Don’t think I’ve gotten over it that quickly.”

Looking displeased at your answer, he quirks a brow, “You seemed to be fine when we were riding the tower.”

“What can I say, you make a very good distraction.”

“I think I could say the same for you,” he proposes, “I swear I saw some of those clowns turn away and start laughing every time you threatened them. I was like ‘Yes! That’s my feisty girlfriend!” he cheers, pumping his fists into the air. You cower down in embarrassment, grinning to yourself while trying to swat his arm away.

“I feel so burned out already though,” you say, head falling back into his chest, “I think it’s ‘cause we’re here at night.”

“And because you track-starred your way through that entire maze,” he adds.

“That too.”

“I feel it too, we did more walking than anything else to be honest.” He says, which is very much true. The drop tower was all the way on the other side of the park and the churro stand took you guys a whole twenty minutes just to find.

You hum, “Should we head out after this then?”

He rests his cheek on top of your head, “Yeah, if you want to.”

“I feel bad though, it feels like we just got here,” you admit, chuckling into his arm.

He shakes his head, hands reaching over to play with the ends of your hair, “Don’t feel bad, I think we’re still hungover because of midterms. And besides, I’m hungry and I don’t wanna eat a ten dollar hotdog after just eating a stale ten dollar churro.”

“Yeah, we can just eat one dollar ramen, we’re still college students above everything.”

And you truly couldn’t argue with that. “Of course.”

Taking your hands off of his, you prop a hand onto the cart to sit yourself up onto the seats. He releases his hold on you, his arms returning back to his sides as the warmth of your body dissipates to his dismay.

You adjust your sitting position so you could face him—reaching out to take one of his hands into your own. Your eyes bore into his, gazing into the pools of honey that were his irises. The view is slightly obscured as his eyes crinkle.

He smiles, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You don’t even register that he’s speaking to you until he leans in slightly, his features starting to appear bigger as he starts to close the gap between you two. You shake your head once he gets so close in proximity that you could see each crinkle that etches themself on the sides of his eyes each time he grins.

Your eyes flicker to his lips, taking notice of the action as you quickly revert back to his eyes. He smirks

“Thank you for taking me here,” you say as your eyes intently gaze into his once more, “above all the trepidation we’ve put each other through tonight, at least we’re here together.”

He nods, gratitude evident without him having to utter a single word. It’s as if time is frozen, everything around you stagnant and still, eyes boring into each other because nothing could just quite compare to this. Not even the surreal view of the city or the ability to see all the bustle within the amusement park or even the stars that littered the sky.

You press your lips against his. Although you initiated the action, the sensation of his lips against yours, regardless of how natural, sends a flurry of shockwaves down your spine. Your body tingles—as if you’re floating and the cart you were sitting on wasn’t even there to support you.

And he kisses you back. His lips are warm, welcoming, and comforting—like wrapping yourself in your favorite blanket in the comforts of your bed, the indescribable bliss as the fabric consumes your body and runs over your skin.

Kissing him felt even more blissful than that.

The kiss isn’t fervent, but it’s full of longing. It’s as if he’s communicating to you, through the way his lips mesh against yours, that he plans on making up for all the lost time. Time that could’ve been spent doing things like kissing you, loving you wholeheartedly and unashamedly, was spent pining for each other with the label of being ‘best friends’ standing in the way for far too long. He wants to make up for it just as much as you do.

He slides his hand under the crevice of your knee, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you. You bring your hand up to his neck, entangling your fingers into his hair as you lightly scratched at the surface of his scalp.

He kisses you like he’ll never get to again, which isn’t completely false—the fact that you two were so high up in the air to the point where the stars look tangible, basking in each other’s presence and each other’s presence only.

Frustrated at the abnormal layout of the seating, he hooks his arms under your legs—hoisting you up and placing you in his lap so you were straddling him—incognizant of how the cart was starting to dip due to the unequal distribution of weight.

The gesture makes you squeak, and you can start to feel him smile against your lips. Before you could do anything else, the cart totters—rocking a few times before moving, signaling that the ferris wheel is finally beginning its journey.

“Oh fuck—!”

“Oh shit—!”

The two of you immediately detach from each other as you take notice of the unbalance, hurriedly leaping onto opposite sides of the cart while gripping onto the sides for dear life, the cart rocking back and forth at a concerning extent. You sneak glances at each other, your faces painted with the same expression of shock and distress.

Seconds pass and the cart steadies—laughter instantaneously taking over the two of you.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” he says, a little breathless while his body hunched over his seat.

“Remind me the next time we kiss to check if we’re less than a foot above the ground first,” you tease, playfully swatting his knee.

He grabs your hand, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles before shaking your intertwined hands up in the air—obnoxiously shouting into the frigid autumn wind, “Yes chief!”

MASTERLIST

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two-face-2 · 3 years ago

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An episode of SPN that would be absolutely pointless but I would love to see it

In all honesty, I have no idea where this came from but I found it hilarious and now I need to share it with y’all. So buckle up and prepare for an absolute wild ride as I describe this episode that will never see the light of day (with pictures):

Hear me out, a supernatural episode that takes place at Camden Park. Now for those of you who are not familiar with, or only know it from Fallout 66, it’s a small amusement park in good ol’ West Virginia that all of Appalachia knows/been too. The time stamp for this is like 2013 so like season 8 of the show. For obvious reasons, it HAS TO BE a ghost; it’s not a vengeful spirit but more of a ghost that just messes with the rides. Out of all the ghosts the show has had, this is literally the most unproblematic. They wouldn’t even be upset that they died at Camden Park because what are safety codes??? They could of died on any of the rides and anyone that has ever been there will literally tell you they could see it happen. The last time I was there me and my cousin literally witnessed a board, with nails sticking out of it, fall off the Big Dipper and smack someone in the face. We still got on the ride because we didn’t care; we’re from eastern Kentucky, we weren’t afraid of death and if we were to go out on the Big Dipper then so be it.

Fun Fact: Camden Park is built around/on an Adena burial mound.

Right off the bat Sam HATES the place because of the clowns. He would be checking over his shoulder the whole time. Just look at this guy, Sam would hate him from the beginning:

Meanwhile, Dean would be making fun of the place just because. Cas would be indifferent and just watch Dean the entire time. (This would absolutely be a date but more on that later) Dean would absolutely insist on riding majority of the rides with Cas while Sam looks on in disgust because none of the rides should be considered safe. (Don’t believe me, look at the reviews for the park but I’ll be damned if Camden Park gets shut down. Y’all don’t want to upset the tri-state of Ohio, Kentucky and West Virginia)

So during the day, the three of them absolutely ride the Big Dipper. You can’t go to Camden Park and not ride the Big Dipper. Now this bad boy has been open since 1958 and does not know what maintenance is. A fresh coat of white paint and some 2x4′s?? Works for me. Will they get launched out of their cars when they go down a slope? Will they survive the tunnel unscathed or will they get a free pet snake? Who knows?

After that, it’s obvious they have to get on the most mediocre haunted house you have ever seen. The early 2000′s version of the ride was better than the current one but atlas we can’t have that joy. When I call this mediocre I literally mean it. The current one has these baby doll things strung up to make it seem scary but in all honesty, it ain’t it. It’s literally blacked out because they couldn’t decorate everything inside.

Like what is it supposed to be?? They would get on it just for laughs. On a side note, here’s another story but this time centered on the previously mentioned baby doll things: on one of my many trips to this place, me and my sister and her best friend/sister (she’s been here for years so she’s basically family) were waiting in line to ride the haunted house. While waiting, one of the dolls fell off, hit the dude controlling the ride and he just kicked it off to the side and had the look on his face that clearly said he did not get paid enough for this.

Back to the never going to see the light of day episode idea, Dean would 1000% ride The Whip with Cas. Now this ride lives up to its name; the odds of you getting whiplash is like 97% and you can forget about having bruise free skin. (Unrelated side note: The Whip is my favorite)

Dean and Cas would be squished inside one of these bad boys and will be thrown into each other constantly while having the time of their lives. Our ghost will make an appearance and make deancas canon because why the hell not. Sam would either be watching on from the side, paired with someone in one of the carts behind Dean and Cas (would be absolutely hilarious if he was paired with Mothman) or trying to research our ghosty boi.

We montage throughout the day and see Cas talking Dean out of eating the park food (because if you’ve been there you know), the three of them playing putt putt (or minigolf whatever you call it), them being on the sketchy Log Flume (waterlog) where the water is very questionable as to what it actually is, Dean and Cas on the very unsafe ski lift, and the infamous destiel stare with Sam groaning in the background. Cut to the hotel room where Sam desperately reminds Dean as to why they are even in West Virginia in the first place. We cut back to the park after hours and see it’s pretty easy to get back in. I’m nearly certain the closing staff just shut and lock the main gate and meet up at the local Wendy’s or something. Anyways, the boys run into our ghosty boi and they end up revealing where their body or attached object is at. It’s pretty cut and dry and the ghost can finally rest and leave Camden Park. However, before they leave, we get a shot of Dean and Cas in front of the Dodgem ride (bumper cars) and they’re leaning in. When we think we are finally getting the destiel kiss, Sam butts in (cause it’s the cw after all) and Dean gets uncomfortable. Sam says something along the lines of “are we going to leave or what? This place is giving me the creeps.” Dean responds with a sheepish head nod and dejectedly walks back towards Baby with Sam in tow. Meanwhile, Cas, still at the bumper cars, is upset because he nearly kissed Dean but Sam had to ruin the moment and thus accidently sets fire to the Dodgem ride.

THE END

Like I said, I have no idea where this came from but I hope some of y’all enjoy this madness I thought of.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #destiel #deancas #my idea of an episode that shouldnt be made #i dont know if anyone would find this as hilarious as i did but i hope yall enjoy it #spn meets camden park #camden park would make a great episode #feel free to add on #why did i think of this #this is definitely a deancas date #sam would be traumatized by the clown tho #could classify this as a fic

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Laito Route ー Chapter 4

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Male Vampire A: Oi, we have to hurry or we won’t make it on time for the Carnival’s finale, you know?

Female Vampire A: Let’s hurry! This doesn’t happen every day, so I want to watch it from a good angle!

Laito: ...You heard them?

Yui: The Carnival’s finale...

Which means the Carnival is almost over?

In that case, even though I don’t know what exactly happens during the finale,

we should probably hurry up and head back to the castle as well, huh...?

Laito: Eeh~? What are you saying?

If the Carnival is going the end, we definitely shouldn’t be returning to the castle right now!

Yui: Eh...!? What do you mean...?

Laito: In~ other~ words~! While the Carnival is still ongoing...

We have to make sure to enjoy it to the fullest!

That being said, come on! Let’s go over there! Right there! I bet we’ll have a blast!

Yui: Eeh!? B-But...Can we just act of our own accord?

Laito: Of course we can! As long as the Queen has a good time. Nfu~

Come on, hurry~

*Thud*

Yui: Wait, Laito-kun! Don’t push me so strongly...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: ( Laito-kun dragged me over here but...Where are we...? )

Laito: Nfu~ This is Saint Nore Park. By human standards, I suppose you would call this an amusement park?

As to be expected of the Carnival, this place is bustling with energy as well.

Well then, Bitch-chan, since we’re here now, why don’t we try out one of the rides?

Come on, take a look. It seems like all attractions have granted the customers special entrance for the Carnival.

Which one should we pick...? They all look fun, it really makes it hard to choose, huh?

Yui: Uhm...

( He said ‘fun’ but...As to be expected of the Demon World, all of them seem kind of creepy in one way or another... )

Laito: Ah! Hey, how about that one? ‘Berawecka’s castle’.

Looks like it’s similar to what would be called a haunted house in the human world!

Yui: H-Haunted house? They have those here in the Demon World too...?

Laito: Of course. But you know, they’re on a totally different level from the boring (1) haunted houses made by humans...

I’m sure the two of us will be able to enjoy it. ...In various ways, you see? Nfu~

Yui: ( A haunted house, huh...? )

Selection

→ Seems fun! (☾)

Yui: A haunted house from the Demon World sounds like a blast!

Laito: Right~? As to be expected of Bitch-chan! I knew you’d say that!

→ I’ll pass

Yui: I-I’ll pass on that!

( It screams danger! ...Laito-kun more so than the ghosts themselves. )

Laito: Eeeh~? Geez, Bitch-chan, you’re such a scaredy cat...

And here I was thinking of comforting you after you got frightened by the haunted house, you see?

Yui: ( ...Seems like I was spot on. )

Magician A: Excuse me. If you have a spare minute, would you like to see a magic trick?

Clown A: Oi oi. A Vampire should have plenty of time on hands, right? Wait...Huh...?

...Seems like this young lady over here isn’t a Vampire.

Yui: ...

Clown A: But rest assured!

We will show you a magic trick so amazing, you will not regret using some of your limited time on it!

...What do you say? Hihi~

Yui: ( ...! This Clown...He looks normal at first glance, but he’s kind of spooky... )

*Rustle*

Laito: Excuse me, Mr. Clown? Could I ask you to kindly refrain from getting too close to my Queen Bitch?

Magician A: Queen? Then, could this human lady possibly be...?

Laito: Exactly. She’s the star of this year’s Carnival! So you better not make any mistakes!

Magician A: I see. In that case, I have even more reason to give you a spectacular showing!

Well then, let us start with this steel case...Go ahead, Clown, get inside.

*THUD*

Magician A: There, why don’t we stab the case with this sword repeatedly?

Yui: ( S-Stab repeatedly...? )

*Cling*

Clown A: Eeeeek~! Save me~! Hihi~

*STAB*

Clown A: Gyaaaah~! He got me~!

*STAB*

Clown A: I’m gonna die~!

Laito: Eeh~? Is this a magic trick? If you’re a Vampire, you won’t die when stabbed anyway.

Magician A: Mister, why don’t you try and stab him right through the heart through that hole over there?

Laito: I don’t usually make it a habit to mess with a random clown I don’t know though...There!

*STAB*

Clown A: Gyaaaaah!

Yui: ...!?

Magician A: Well then, let us set the steel case on fire next! There!

ー The case is set on fire

Laito: Eeh? You’re gonna burn him on top of stabbing him through the heart?

Ahaha! This is amazing! Demon or not, one wrong move and he might actually die!

Yui: This isn’t a laughing matter!

Magician A: Well then, what could have possibly become of the Clown? Behold...

ー He opens the case

*Creaaak*

Laito: Oh dear~? It’s empty. Did he burn up?

Yui: N-No way!

Magician A: Fufu. No need to worry, Miss. Oh dear? Who could that be standing behind you...?

Clown A: Look here, the Clown has come to haunt you~!

Yui: Kyaah!

Clown A: Just kidding~ Hihi~

Laito: Heeh~! Amazing! When did you get out of there?

Magician A: I hope you are convinced of our skill now? Well then, while we’re at it...

Miss, would you be willing to help out with our next act?

Yui: Eh? ...Me?

Magician A: Yes. You won’t be asked to do anything difficult. All you have to do is step inside that black coffin over there.

Laito: Hmm~ Why not? Give it your best shot, Bitch-chan!

Yui: If that’s all I have to do. ...Okay then.

Magician A: Thank you very much. Well then, Miss, this way, please.

*Rustle*

*THUD*

ー The screen fades to black

Yui: ( Uwah, everything turned pitch black the moment he shut me inside... )

( I wonder what kind of magic trick he’ll do...? )

???: ーー I’ve been waiting.

Yui: ...!? I-Is somebody there?

( ...? ...What’s happening? ...I suddenly feel drowsy...Laito-kun, save me... )

ー Yui collapses

Magician A: Well then, we shall have her disappear into thin air now. Take a look! There!

ー The coffin opens again

Laito: ...! Bitch-chan is!?

Clown A: Oh dear! What a surprise! Who would have guessed the young lady would turn into a stuffed rabbit!? Hihi~

Magician A: As you can see, she is nowhere to be seen!

Laito: Amazing! Bitch-chan actually disappeared! How did you do that?

It doesn’t seem like this cute little bunny is actually Bitch-chan...

Magician A: Oh no, I am extremely glad all of you enjoyed it. Well then, this marks the end of our magic show.

Laito: ...Eh? The end? What about Bitch-chan...?

Clown A: Who knows~ Hihi~

*Flap flap flap*

Laito: Wha...!? Familiars!? They were just posing as a magician and a clown!? What is going on...!?

*Flap flap flap*

Laito: Wait, hold it! Who is behind this!?

*Flip*

Laito: Hm...? What’s this...? A letter...? ‘To the King of the Carnival’ it says...

*Flip*

Laito: ...! No wonder I thought something was fishy about all of this...!

I have to hurry! Bitch-chan will...!

ー Laito runs off

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ...Uu...Nn...Where am I...?

Maid A: Miss, we have been awaiting your arrival. Someone unexpectedly got in the way the last time after all.

Yui: Huh...? You’re that person from before...

( She’s the kind maid who promised to show me the way to the castle...Right? )

Maid A: Fufu. I am grateful you remember me.

I wanted to sit down and enjoy a chat with you like this.

With you, who is the Queen of the Carnival...

And the beloved of that man who used me...to his heart’s content!

ー She suddenly lunges towards Yui

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah! W-What!? Let me go!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( What is she talking about...? )

Maid A: ...Stop struggling!

I was able to give up on him because he said he would never truly love someone...However...

You are loved by him...I can’t allow that...

I definitely won’t!

ー The maid tries to cut Yui with a knife

*Swoosh*

Yui: Kyah!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...Was that...a knife just now...? )

( E-Either way, I have to get out of here... )

Maid A: Hold it!

Yui: No!

( Laito-kun, save me...! )

ー Yui runs away towards the ballroom

Yui: W-Where am I...!? ...Kyaah!

*Swoosh*

Maid A: Haah...You’re quick to flee, aren’t you? However, you’ve reached a dead end.

On top of that, this is the Demon World...Who in their right mind would take the side of a human!?

Give up already! Ahaha!

*Swoosh*

Yui: No! Save me! ...Laito-kun!!

ー Laito comes running as if on cue

Laito: Hey! Stay away from her!

Yui: !?

Yui: L-Laito-kun!

( He actually came to my rescue! )

Laito: Say, Miss Maid. I don’t know what exactly is going on, but she’s not the one you bear a grudge against. I am, no?

Maid A: ...Laito-sama...!

Laito: If I did something to you, I’ll apologize. I’m sorry, okay? So please,spare her!

Or is just an apology not enough? What do I need to do for you to forgive me?

Maid A: ...I never thought I’d hear Laito-sama apologize to me...!

Is she...

...really that important to you!?

Laito: Of course! She is my precious Bitch-chan after all! There is nobody who could ever replace her.

Yui: ( Laito-kun...! )

Laito: However, she is a human, you see. Unlike us Vampires, she dies so very easily.

So please, could you put away that dangerous thing you’re holding in your hand right now?

Maid A: ...

Laito: I’m begging you. Also, please stop making that scary face?

Tonight we’re celebrating the once-a-year carnival after all...Okay?

Maid A: ...As to be expected, Laito-sama.

Yui: ( Amazing...! Laito-kun actually managed to convince her... )

*Clap clap clap*

Yui: Eh...? The people around us...What suddenly got into everyone?

Laito: ...Haah, I see. So I was right after all. I thought something smelled fishy.

Shuu: Haah...Try and put yourself in our position, being forced to play along with this ridiculous farce.

Yui: Shuu-san!? And...The others too!

Laito: We’re the ones who suffered the most! You guys knew everything but didn’t say a thing? Why?

Shuu: ...Like I know. Here, this is a letter from Father.

Yui: Hold on...! I have no idea what is going on!?

Laito: Let’s see...? ‘I planned the Carnival wanting to celebrate Adam and Eve.’

‘However, a regular Carnival would be far too dull, so I set up a few shenanigans.’

‘You two are the stars of tonight. Enjoy it to your heart’s content.’ ...It reads.

In short...This is another example of one of his little ‘games’ going too far?

Yui: Eeh!? In that case...Everything down to me getting kidnapped...

Ruki: Exactly. Everything is the result of the plan that man set up for you two.

Laito: Haah, he really is such a pain in the ass. Even though he’s supposed to be the Vampire King, you know?

ー The maid walks up to Yui

Maid A: ...Eve.

I am truly sorry for scaring you earlier.

Yui: Eh!? Uhm...

Maid A: Like the others explained right now, I acted entirely according to Karlheinz’ orders...

The part about me being tossed aside by Laito-sama was all just made up as well. Please rest assured.

Well, it seems like Laito-sama himself had long seen through my lies.

Yui: ...Really?

Laito: Pretty much~ Even someone like me can at least remember the faces of the people I have messed around with or not.

Besides, I noticed way back that this maid was working for that person.

Maid A: ...!

You realized that much?

Laito: I realized when we first saw you in town. You somehow seemed familiar to me~

That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t quite sure what he had planned, but I knew that man had something in store for us.

Yui: ( I see...Everything was an act thought out by Laito-kun’s Father... )

Haah...I’m glad...

Laito: Aah, Bitch-chan. But don’t get the wrong idea, okay?

All of this might have been nothing but an act put together by that man.

But the things I said to that Maid just now...Those were all my true feelings.

Yui: Eh?

Laito: Eeh~? Don’t tell me you weren’t listening? Guess it can’t be helped...

ー He moves closer

*Rustle*

Laito: You are my oh-so precious Bitch-chan, remember?

Yui: ...Laito-kun...

Reiji: ...Well then. Raise your glass. The party has yet to begin.

Kou: Exactly! Congratulations, M-neko-chan! Oh, you too I guess, Laito-kun.

Laito: Haah~? ‘I guess’? (2) How rude, you’re talking to the King of the Carnival, you know?

Laito: Well then, Bitch-chan. Why don’t we use this opportunity to enjoy the banquet as well?

Yui: Yeah!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) ぬるい or ‘nurui’ means ‘lukewarm’, but in this context, Laito is mocking haunted houses in the human world for being not all that scary.

(2) Kou actually uses the expression ついでに or ‘tsuide ni’, which means ‘to do something on the side’. However, I couldn’t find a way to translate the first sentence using a literal translation of the expression, so I altered it a little.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 3

→ PROCEED TO FINALE ENDING

→ PROCEED TO NORMAL ENDING

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vclaitochapter4

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aomine-ryo · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I love love ur work sm🥺❣️ i re-read them everydayy!! Can u pls make a scenario with Aomine, Murasakibara, and Midorima being too tall to enter sum rides in the themepark with their s/o, so they get grumpy and when they come back home. They try to make it up to their s/o with a lot of kisses n cuddles🥺 im asking this cus i recently had a dream similar HAHAHAH thank you so much🥰❤️

Aww I’m so glad you like my work ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one too!! xx

Scenario: Midorima, Aomine and Murasakibara being too tall to go on some rides at the theme park

• Midorima

Japan had opened up a brand new dinosaur-themed amusement park close to where you and Midorima lived. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to get excited over many things, but as soon as he found out about it he had to go, and he made sure to drag you along with him. You weren’t opposed to it though, because you loved theme parks, plus you found it cute how enthusiastic he seemed over text (though he did a good job at concealing his excitement when you brought it up in real life).

On a cloudy Saturday afternoon, you and Midorima headed for the theme park, hand in hand. His lucky item that day was a backpack, which was awfully convenient, so you convinced him to let you put your things in there too. Since the two of you had lunch before arriving, you decided to go on the slower rides first and make your way up to the speedier ones so you wouldn’t get sick.

The first few rides were thoroughly enjoyable even if they were slow paced. There was this one ride that was like a rollercoaster but slower, that took you around the entire park, where you and Midorima had a light conversation as you pointed down at all the rides that looked interesting. You found the bumper cars exceptionally thrilling because Midorima kept trying to drive around flawlessly without hitting anyone, though you made sure to speed after him and bump into his car as much as you could. The look of disbelief in his eyes whenever he’d get hit was pure gold to you.

“Why’d you keep hitting me? You’re an awful driver, Y/N,” he told you once you left the ride.

“Shin-chan the whole point of bumper cars is to get hit,” you said, unable to stop laughing the entire time he explained to you why you should never drive.

As the rides got speedier, Midorima kept getting rejected from entering because he was too tall. He concealed it pretty well the first few times, but you were good at telling when he gets frustrated, and he grew more and more irritated as time passed. He finally lost it when he got rejected from the fastest rollercoaster there, marching off in anger the second the employee told him he couldn’t enter.

You quickly rushed after him, grabbing his wrist so that he’d stop walking off. “Let’s just go home,” he muttered to you.

“Are you sure? We still haven’t played any of the games here. You can win a dinosaur plushie if you can score off three baskets in a row over there,” you told him as you pointed over at the booth that had kids desperately trying to shoot the basketballs successfully. “You never miss your shots, you’re sure to win!” you said, hoping to cheer him up in some way or the other.

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” he said as he shook his head.

You sighed and complied with what he wanted, not wanting to force him into doing anything. The two of you walked back home together in silence. You tried to talk to him by bringing up how fun the other rides were, but you only garnered hums and curt ‘yeah’s from him.

“Shin-chan can you please cheer up? You know I hate when you’re silent like this,” you sighed, when you noticed that Midorima’s mood hadn’t shifted even after the two of you got back home.

“I just can’t believe that they didn’t let me go on a ride called The Velociraptor,” he finally spoke as he plopped onto the couch in the living room. “That’s one of the coolest names for a ride and I couldn’t go on it.”

Those weren’t the words you wanted to hear from him, but it was progress. You moved over and stood behind the couch, beginning to run your fingers through his hair to relax him. “How about we have a little movie night? You can choose the movie,” you said calmly, noticing his shoulders get less tense as he seemed to ease into your touch.

“That sounds nice,” he hummed, finally relaxing after you placed a kiss on the top of his head.

After having showers and changing into some comfortable pyjamas, the two of you cuddled up on the couch in front of the TV with a large blanket covering up both of you. As you watched the movie with your head against Midorima’s chest, your boyfriend slowly began to get over what had happened at the theme park. The smell of your shampoo brought him comfort as he pulled you in closer, glad to have someone like you, who managed to make a good end for his rollercoaster of a day.

• Aomine

Once your final exams ended and your summer break began, you suggested going on a date with Aomine to a theme park, remembering him telling you once how he loved theme parks as a child. When you brought it up to him as you walked home with him after his basketball training, his face immediately lit up, “That’s a great idea. But you better not be scared of rollercoasters,” he said to you.

“Of course not,” you assured him, remembering how much you enjoyed the thrill of a fast rollercoaster.

“Good, because we’re going on all the scary rides,” Aomine grinned, getting excited to spend an entire day going on fun rides with you.

The day finally came for your date and you swore you had never seen Aomine so excited for something other than basketball. In fact, he was probably more excited for this because he had woken up at 8 am to get ready, and Aomine had a track record for not waking up past midday, unless he had school. As you walked into the park, you made sure to hold his hand tightly, afraid that he’d get so caught up in the excitement that he’d just run off.

Aomine beelined towards the biggest and scariest looking ride he could see, with you trying your best to keep up with his long strides. Before entering the line, an employee checked your heights to see if it was okay for you to ride, to which you were good to go, but Aomine was denied for being too tall. You didn’t want to go on the ride without him, so the two of you walked away.

“It’s alright, there are lots of other rides,” you reassured him when you noticed his mood suddenly shift.

“I never thought I’d see the day where I want to be your height,” he sulked, recalling all the times he’d tease you for being short.

“I know you’re bummed, but that’s a low blow,” you huffed jokingly.

You and Aomine continued to visit the other attractions at the park, where his height didn’t seem to be an issue. The haunted house in particular was hysterical, as you got to watch your tough Aomine shriek like a child at almost everything. You didn’t find the haunted house scary at all because you were in fits of laughter at the way your 6’4” boyfriend clung onto your arm. Of course, once you left the haunted house he reverted back to his “cool” self, though you weren’t going to let him off the hook that easy.

“I didn’t know you were such a baby, Daiki,” you teased, wiping the tears of laughter off your cheeks.

“What do you mean? That was nothing,” Aomine scoffed as you stared at him in disbelief.

“Yeah your screams back there make your point very convincing. I’m pretty sure I have bruises on my arm because of tightly you gripped onto me,” you said as you examined your arm. Sure enough, there were bruises, which you waved around in front of him, “See?”

“That means nothing, you bruise like a peach,” he retorted, doing his best to defend his ego.

However, despite being able to go on every other attraction, the denial of the first ride tainted his entire mood for the rest of the day. He’d often see and hear the screams of the people what were allowed onto it since it was visible from such a distance, which meant that his discontent followed him wherever he went. You decided that it was best that you didn’t play any of the carnival games because you knew it would only worsen Aomine’s mood if he lost.

Once you had revisited all your favourite rides, the two of you agreed to head back to Aomine’s house. You hadn’t realised how hung up he was over that one ride he wasn’t allowed on until he ranted about it the entire journey home. If he were to do that with anyone else, they would’ve told him to stop being bitter, but you were quite patient so you let him vent his feelings out to you.

By the time you arrived at Aomine’s, he still hadn’t fully cooled off, so you finally decided to speak up. “Daiki, I know it’s annoying that you couldn’t go on that ride, but wasn’t everything else fun?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed.

You moved in closer to him and pulled him into a kiss, finally getting him to smile once your lips parted. “Did that cheer you up?” you said softly.

“Definitely,” he grinned, “I might need a little more though.” Aomine was a sucker for a good makeout session with you, so whenever he got the chance, he’d take it. He pulled your waist closer to his body before reconnecting his lips with yours. His hands began to roam your body, finding their way under your shirt so that he could feel your soft skin as his tongue explored your mouth. Just like that, he had completely forgotten why he was so frustrated over something so trivial. All he cared for then was that moment with you.

• Murasakibara

Murasakibara was a 6’10” man-child, so when you suggested going to the theme park one day, he immediately said yes. He mainly had his eyes on all the snacks around the theme park, but he was quite eager to go on the rides too. It took a lot of convincing to get him to go on the rides first before eating, to which he finally agreed after you brought up the topic of vomit, which grossed him out enough for him agree with you.

There was one ride that caught Murasakibara’s eye, where you’d spin around normally, but the seats begin to rotate upside down. The mere thought of the ride gave him a headache, but he still wanted to know what it felt like. However he was instantly let down when an employee told him that he was too tall to go on the ride.

“It’s okay Atsushi, there are plenty of other rides we can go on,” you said reassuringly to the sulking boy as you held his hand.

Murasakibara nodded, deciding not to let this one thing ruin his entire mood. His hopes were short-lived though as the same issue arose on multiple other rides too. He was able to go on the rollercoaster, which was one of the very few thrilling rides he was allowed on, so he made you ride that rollercoaster with him several times, until he eventually got bored of it.

It goes without saying that Murasakibara’s experience at the theme park was a let down, so you couldn’t blame him for getting into a grumpy mood by the end of the day. As an attempt to cheer him up, you treated him to some of the food at the theme park, which he obviously found delicious, but it didn’t make up for the bad mood he was in.

“Y/N-chin, can we leave now?” He groaned as he tore a piece of his cotton candy and put it in his mouth. “I don’t like being surrounded by the rides that I can’t go on. It’s ruining my experience of this cotton candy,” he pouted.

“Sure Atsushi,” you said, giving him a gentle smile as the two of you headed for the exit.

You felt bad that your idea had turned into a lousy experience for your boyfriend, so you were determined to make it up to him when you got back home. After Murasakibara dragged himself into the bathroom for a shower, you got to work at making one of his favourite dishes for dinner.

When he left the bathroom, he was greeted by the smell of cream stew wafting around the house, and he felt his mouth begin to water. He immediately beelined for the kitchen, where you were just finishing up with the food. You didn’t seem to notice him entering so you were a bit startled when a pair of long arms snaked around your waist while you were at the stove. “Oh hey Atsushi,” you smiled. You always got butterflies in your stomach when he did things like that, even though you’ve been dating him for a while. “I’m making your favourite to cheer you up.”

“I can tell. It looks and smells delicious, Y/N-chin,” he hummed, before placing a kiss on your neck.

“Why don’t you go and find something to watch on TV while we eat?” you suggested.

“But I wanna stay here with you,” he groaned, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. He had a habit of getting extra clingy with you when he had a bad day, and this was no exception.

“I’ll be there with you in no time, Atsushi. I can’t really work with you clinging onto me,” you said.

He let out a sigh before finally letting go of you. His only motivation for doing so was the fact that it would take longer for the food to be ready. He dragged himself to the living room and plopped onto the couch, beginning to browse through Netflix in attempt to find something to watch.

Just when he decided to watch a comedy movie that was suggested to him, you walked into the living room with two bowls of stew in your hands. The sight of you brought a wide smile on Murasakibara’s gloomy face as he fervently looked at the bowl you handed to him. You ate while watching the movie, though it seemed like your boyfriend seemed to be more interested in the stew rather than whatever was on TV.

Once you had finished eating, you set the bowls aside on the coffee table and ended up cuddling with Murasakibara on the couch as you continued to watch the movie. If there was one thing he loved more than any food, it was cuddling with you and having you fall asleep in his arms. As the credits began to roll, Murasakibara looked down to ask you what you thought of the movie, only to find you fast asleep on his chest. He couldn’t help but think you looked so peaceful while you slept, which brought him so much delight that it made his bad mood so insignificant that it just disappeared.

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make-me-imagine · 4 years ago

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💀 13 Days of Halloween: Day 8

Prompt: “Are you scared?”

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Steve Rogers x G!NReader

Warnings: General Haunted house stuff; fake blood; clowns, etc.

Genre: Casual + Fluff Words: 1,391

Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney Requested Tag: @thebookbakery

If you’d like to check out 2019 and 2018′s 13 Days of Halloween, as well as my 2017 general Halloween/Fall stuff here are the links: x2017x, x2018x & x2019x

With a sharp intake of breath you tried not to be audible as the clown dressed actor ran away after jumping out at you. Natasha let out an annoyed sigh before smiling in enjoyment after being startled as well, Sam laughed, as Steve let out a breathy chuckle.

“I hate this” you muttered out “And I hate that I let you convince me to come” your comment was directed at Nat and Sam, who are the ones who practically forced you and Steve to come to the haunted house.

Steve looked at you with mild amusement and pity as he knew you hated being scared, well, at least, he now knew.

“Aw come on Y/N you have to admit this is pretty fu-AHH” Sam’s sentence was cut off as one of the actors came up from behind and scared him.

You turned in shock at his voice, letting a smile form on your face “Okay, I’ll admit, THAT, was fun”

Sam looked at you with mild disdain before you all continued on. After rounding a corner, you made your way through a foggy and cob-web ridden hallway, in which you could barely make out your path.

You were behind Steve, who decided to take point, knowing you didn’t want to be in front. Approaching the end of the hall, you had the choice of two separate halls. “Left or right?” Steve asked looking over his shoulder at you, you shrugged in response not really caring about anything but getting out.

Looking down each path for a second he spoke quietly “Left it is”

Turning to follow him, you were unaware of Nat stopping Sam and pulling him down the other hall. The second she did so, Sam knew why, so he followed her with a smirk. They had both been trying to convince one of you to admit your feelings for the other for months now. So, leaving you two alone in one of your least favorite situations might help push things along. They hoped.

As you wandered down the path, you had yet to realize that it was just the two of you now. Jumping when a woman dressed in torn and bloody clothing screamed, you gasped, instinctively getting closer to Steve for protection.

At the same time, Steve had turned at the sound, his own instinct being to block you with his arm protectively. Glancing down at you, he saw you looking down, somewhat hiding your face. His own heart was pounding but from the jump-scare, and at your closeness.

Turning down another hallway, it appeared eerily empty, as the walls were lined with chains and fake bloody hand prints. You knew someone or something was going to jump out at some point, but what you hated was that you didn’t know when. Seeing your hesitation Steve spoke quietly “Are you scared?”

You chucked slightly “I thought that was pretty obvious”

He smiled at your reply “Yeah, well, don’t worry I’m pretty sure we’re almost done, right Sam?” Steve turned to look behind him, hesitating.

Following Steve’s perplexed look, you turn as well, seeing that both Nat and Sam and gone “Son of a-” you muttered out “When did they disappear”

“My guess is at the split hallway, they must have gone right.”

You and Steve looked at each other, the thought crossing both your minds of whether or not they did it on purpose, both of you then looked down the hallway “I guess we’ll meet them at the end.”

You let out a small groan as Steve began down the hall, stopping and turning back, seeing your face he smiled lightly. Having an idea, his heart pounded at the possibility, but taking the chance, he reached out his hand, for you to take.

“It’ll be alright, we’re almost done”

Looking at his hand, your own heart began to pound a little harder than before, and now for a different reason. Reaching out, you took his hand, letting him pull you towards him. Bringing you to his side, you continued down the hall.

Usually, you would try not to focus on being this close to Steve, and instead, on your surroundings. But this time, you focused on him, and his presence, ignoring the creaking and creepy music playing around you.

As another scream sounded, you saw a man dressed as a clown pop out from the rafters above you, gasping you hid your head in Steve’s side, as you felt his arm wrap around you, his other hand still intertwined with yours “It’s alright, I got you” Steve smiled at the interaction. He hated that you were scared, but he had to admit he was enjoying being able to be this close to you.

“Are we there yet?” you muttered, face covered, trusting Steve to lead you on.

“I think so” he spoke quietly, instinctively rubbing his hand up and down your arm comfortingly just as a bunch of fog blew out of the wall with a loud woosh making you jump slightly.

“Just think about after this, we’ll go out, get some food and relax”

You were silent for a second, none of you had planned on going out after this, so this was Steve inviting you out. You spoke in a low voice “And hot chocolate?” you asked, head still buried against his shoulder.

He smiled “Yeah, and hot cocoa”

As you rounded yet another corner, two actors jumped out at once right in front of you, screaming. You let out a sudden short scream before groaning in frustration. Steve only held you tighter before speaking into your ear “I see the exit, we’re almost out”

Deciding to look up, you sighed in relief as you saw the exit, pulling away from Steve, he smiled as you began to move quickly for the exit, your hand still in his as you pulled him along.

Nat and Sam, who had exited a few moments earlier, looked towards the exit as you burst through, smiling as they saw you were pulling Steve out by his hand.

After officially exiting, you pulled your hand from Steve’s, though you regretted it instantly. Bending over you breathed out, trying to calm down, looking up at a familiar voice “See, you made it out fine!”

You glared at Sam before standing up straight “Never again.”

He chuckled lifting his hands up in surrender “Alright, never again!” he looked at Steve “How about you?”

Steve chuckled “I’d rather not”

Nat approached, looking at Steve “But you have to admit it had it’s high-points right?” she asked, a familiar mischievous smirk on her face.

Her comment and smirk confirmed for Steve that she definitely left you two alone on purpose, Steve chuckled shaking his head before glancing over at you as you berated Sam for is dumb idea “Yeah, it did”

Nat smirked as she turned away, walking past you and Sam she called out “I heard there was a haunted hay ride next week”

Sam perked up “ooh” he looked at you with a smile.

“No” you said immediately “Definitely not”

Sam laughed as he moved to follow Nat as you all made your way towards the parking lot “Come on, it’s not a haunted house!”

“You’re right, it’s worse!” you replied

Sam called back “What about you Steve? Maybe you can convince Y/n”

“I don’t know Sam, I prefer scary movies” Steve began to walk beside you.

Nat called back “Then how about a scary movie night? If you get scared Y/n, you can just hide under some covers, or under Steve” smirk evident in her voice as he spoke, she looked back over her shoulders with a smirk.

You opened your mouth to retaliate but stopped when a hand slipped into yours. Looking over at Steve he smiled at you, squeezing your hand a little as he spoke up “That doesn’t sound too bad to me”

Staring at him for a moment you smiled hoping he couldn’t tell how flushed you were in the dark evening “No, it doesn’t” you muttered.

“Good!” Sam laughed, not seeing what was happening behind him but getting the gist “Then movie night it is!”

As you continued towards the car, you leaned a little closer to Steve as his hand still held yours tightly. The action acting as a silent confession for both of you.

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the-himawari · 4 years ago

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A3! Sakuma Sakuya - Translation [SR] MANKAI Playback (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakuya: Uwahh… It’s full of people!

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun looks happy… I’m glad.) (…As expected, the uniform is a bit embarrassing though.)

Masumi: *Sigh*… Director’s cute… Our uniform really suits you…

Izumi: D-does it…?

Tsuzuru: How many times are you gonna go on with that? I’ve heard you say that 5 times already…

Masumi: I’ll say it countless times. At least 100 more times.

Izumi: Ummm… Where are the other three?

Tsuzuru: In the changing room. Itaru-san still hasn’t prepared his heart yet.

Izumi: Yeah, I understand how he feels. I never thought that it would actually turn out like this…

*flashback starts*

Izumi: I’m fine with going to an amusement park, but even without uniforms…

Masumi: You can’t, I want to go on a uniform date with Director.

Itaru: Alright, so only Director-san.

Izumi: Hey, that’s not fair..! If I’m doing this, then I’m taking everyone with me!

Itaru: Ehh… Tsuzuru, you’re against the uniforms, right?

Tsuzuru: I wore a school uniform in our performance the other day, so I don’t really mind.

Itaru: Seriously? An unexpected betrayal.

Citron: Give up!

Itaru: Now, now, we still have senpai.

Chikage: Well it’s true I’d like to decline… Give me a break and let me be the teacher in charge.

Citron: No way! It’s meaningful if everyone does it together!

Itaru: —Oh yeah, we don’t have enough uniforms! I mean we don’t have 4 sets of them, right?

Masumi: If it’s uniforms, we can borrow one from Banri; Banri and I both have spares.

Tsuzuru: Just give up already, you three. At this point, we’re all in the same boat.

Sakuya: I’ll ask my friends too!

Itaru: GG…

Chikage: Good grief…

Izumi: We have no choice but to give up, huh…

*flashback ends*

Tsuzuru: We told them we were forcing them to come along and then finally… Ah, they’re here, they’re here.

Itaru: Ugh, this is seriously cringe! Let me go home right now, I beg you!

Chikage: Give up. You’re not the only one suffering.

Citron: You’re horrible at sports!*

Itaru: You mean we’re terrible sports.

Chikage: Sorry for the wait.

Sakuya: Wahh! Both Itaru-san and Chikage-san look great in their uniforms!

Chikage: Thank you, Sakuya. …I should’ve avoided the role of a high school student though.

Itaru: Serves you right for tripping the flag… is what I want to say, but I’m also involved here.

Tsuzuru: Anyways, everyone’s here now so let’s go in.

Chikage: Ah, before that, I have something I want you to promise me. It’s that we definitely won’t take any photos.

Itaru: It’s legit a matter of life or death if I’m seen by the people at the office like this. So it’s especially the worst of the worst if Kazunari finds out. So pictures are absolutely NG, kthx.

Tsuzuru: Ahh, that guy… He’ll probably post it to instablam in the blink of an eye.

Izumi: That’d be rough for me too…

Sakuya: I understand! Though that’s kind of too bad.

Citron: It can’t be helped. If the birthday boy can live with that, then I can live with it too!

Masumi: Let’s go already. My date time with Director is decreasing.

Tsuzuru: You seriously don’t waver, huh…

Citron: Sakuya, you’ve put your birthday badge on properly, right?

Sakuya: Yes!

Izumi: You get various benefits when you’re wearing the birthday badge, right?

Sakuya: Yes, I can’t wait!

-pause-

Cast member A: Happy birthday!

Sakuya: Thank you very much!

Izumi: The effect of the birthday badge really is impressive, huh?

Sakuya: I’m happy various cast members called out to me and also put on performances for me.

Tsuzuru: For now, what should we ride first?

Masumi: The Ferris wheel.

Sakuya: It seems fun if we ride it together, right!

Izumi: If it’s the Ferris wheel here, then it looks like we can all fit inside.

Masumi: Even though I wanted the two of us to ride it together, why did it turn out everyone’s joining…

Tsuzuru: Alright, alright, you can do that next time. Sakuya said he wants everyone to ride it together.

Masumi: …I got it. But I’m the one who will sit next to Director.

-pause-

Izumi: The haunted house was pretty scary and intense…!

Sakuya: Right? At first, it was scary and intense. But Citron-san taught me all the names of the ghosts so then rather than being scared, I started to feel a bond with them.

Tsuzuru: The names of the ghosts…

Sakuya: Mii-chan, Takkun, he knew everyone’s names!

Citron: The other day on TV, they said when you think you’re scared, if you give them names then you can be content** over your fear!

Itaru: You mean you can conquer your fear.

Citron: That’s it!

Izumi: (That sounds like a lesson from a children’s education program…)

-pause-

Chikage: It’s about lunch time, right?

Izumi: Fufufu, I’ve been waiting to hear those words! Tah daaah! Actually, I made lunch boxes!

Masumi: Director’s handmade lunch box…! I’ll eat them all.

Izumi: Tsuzuru-kun and I made them together for everyone.

Masumi: …Then I’ll only eat the parts that were made by Director.

Tsuzuru: You get nothing.

Sakuya: Ah! It’s napolitan!

Option 1: “Because that’s what Sakuya-kun likes.”

Izumi: Yeah, because that’s what Sakuya-kun likes!

Sakuya: Thank you very much… I’m happy!

Chikage: As expected of Director-san. By the way, I’d be glad if you had tabasco sauce.

Masumi: I don’t understand why you’d put tabasco in the precious food she made.

Option 2: “Its colour combination is nice too, right?”

Izumi: Its colour combination is nice too, right!

Sakuya: That’s true… there’s a lot of garnishes put in.

Itaru: This isn’t the amount you put in for garnishes. They’re the main dish.

Izumi: Eat up, alright, Sakuya-kun!

Sakuya: Yes!

Citron: And now, we can’t forget about this! Happy birthday~!

Sakuya: That’s a big cake! Wait, from where!?

Citron: Fufufu… The surprise is a huge success! Our preparations were perfect!

Sakuya: I’m really happy! Thank you very much, everyone! I was longing for this a little—going out and having fun to my fullest in my uniform. I never imagined it would come true after I graduated…

Izumi: …That’s so great, right, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Yes! U-um… I have something I'd like to do.

Tsuzuru: It’s rare for Sakuya to say something like that.

Izumi: That’s true… What is it that you want to do?

Sakuya: Would you please allow me to take a picture with my smartphone? Just one photo for my memories is enough, so…!

Izumi: A picture…?

Sakuya: I definitely won’t show it to anyone else!

Tsuzuru: That’s fine with me but… How about Itaru-san and you guys?

Chikage: …If the main lead today says so then it can’t be helped.

Itaru: Well, I guess it’s only fine if Sakuya’s the one who takes it. Since I’m sure he won’t send it to anyone.

Sakuya: Thank you very much!

Citron: I brought a shellfish stick!***

Sakuya: Shellfish stick?

Tsuzuru: Could you mean a selfie stick?

Citron: That’s it!

Izumi: …Alright. I think everyone’s in frame. Make sure to smile properly, alright, Itaru-san and Chikage-san.

Chikage: I understand.

Itaru: Roger.

Izumi: Then once again, Sakuya-kun…

Troupe members: Happy birthday!

*click*

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*Citron says "お嬢様が悪い" (ojou-sama ga warui: ~the young mistress is bad), which Itaru corrects as "往生際が悪い" (oujougiwa ga warui: a phrase meaning ~being a sore loser/not knowing when to give up) **Citron says "幸福" (koufuku: happiness/joy), which Itaru corrects as "克服" (kokufuku: overcome/conquer) **Citron says "千鳥足" (chidoriashi: staggering/drunken steps), which Tsuzuru corrects as "自撮り棒" (jidoribou: selfie stick)

And here’s a clear shot for everyone~

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atinydise · 5 years ago

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Ateez trying to make up to their s/o (1/2)

❦ Genre: Light angst/Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: Around 2k.

❦ Masterlist.

Part 2

HONGJOONG - “Why do you always need to be behind my back? I’m a grown man! So, go anywhere I’m not for once!”

Hongjoong couldn’t focus on his work anymore. You were the only thing in his mind. He could imagine you yelling at your own tears because you hated to cry. He sighed. The members came back from their meal and entered the studio.

“Yo Hyung! You really missed the best meal of your life!” Shouted San. Hongjoong hummed and sighed again. San stared at Wooyoung, asking if he knew what was happening. “Hyung are you okay?” Asked the eldest member. “I just got an argument with Y/N” he revealed. The boys stayed quiet. None of them was surprised, they knew something happened when Yeosang said that you weren’t coming anymore. Hongjoong was always working hard. They knew you were here to support or help him no matter what. Even if you couldn’t, you’ve stayed on the studio’s couch and wait that your boyfriend shout “Finally!” like every time he produced a good song. “Ya- Hyung” said Mingi patting his leader shoulder, “it’s just a little argue, it’s going to be fine, don’t be sad.” “No, I messed up, I said horrible things to her.” Said the tiny boy, face on his hands. The boys felt bad for him. He needed to do so many things as the leader and the main producer between all of them. Even if they’re writing their own lyrics, he’s always supervising. “Ya-Kim Hongjoong!” shouted Wooyoung informally. The boy lifted his head, confused. “Hey! Don’t talk like that to me-“. “You should tell her that you wrote the song for her?” Hongjoong blinked. For their new album, he wanted to surprise you. In their 10ths tracks, he wrote Sunrise for you. As you always motivate him when he’s having hard time, he wanted to help you too. You could listen this song when you want and think about him. He grabbed his laptop and ran out of the studio. “Wow, Wooyoung, you did a great job.” Said Yeosang. He smiled, “yes I know!”. But Yeosang added before leaving, “but he’s going to kill you since you called him informally.” Wooyoung freaked out “Yes, I know! I’m so scared Hyung!”.

Hongjoong went in a quiet room. His hands were shaking. He knew that you wouldn’t accept his calls, so he tried something else.

You just arrived at your apartment, still feeling down. You threw yourself on your couch and turn on your phone to watch Netflix. That’s the only thing that could help right now. Few minutes later, you saw a notification. It was an audio from Hongjoong. It grabbed your attention. He’s always calling you when you have an argument. You opened his message. The audio was called “Y/N Sunrise” and was 5 minutes long. The first thing you heard was Hongjoong voice, “Hi Y/N, it’s me Hongjoong. I want to apologize. I didn’t think what I said earlier, it was really mean. I’m so sorry. I will understand if you don’t want to talk to me. Like never again.” He took a break in his speech. “But I really want you to know why I was so stressful.” You heard his voice getting quieter, like when he’s embarrassed. “You know I was writing few songs for our new album, right? When you came to the studio earlier, I was writing the last one, and it’s for you. I wrote a song for you, Y/N.” Your phone almost slipped of your hand. You couldn’t help but blush. “I was so scared when you removed one of my earphones.” He laughed lightly. “Anyway, here’s a snippet. I hope you will enjoy it. I love you.” Your heart felt so much lighter. You just wanted to yell back at your phone “I LOVE YOU TOO” but it would a bit be weird. The song started to play. The background music was so soft in your ears, the lyrics was fitting well the melody. You were a bit surprise when the mood lifted in the chorus. You couldn’t help to answer him while the song was jamming. “I love you too, the song is only at 1:30 but I love it. You are talented. Thank you so much Hongjoong!”. Three dots appeared on your screen. “I’m coming in 20 minutes.” Everything is good again. All you could do now, it’s just to “keep it up”.

SEONGHWA - “We have a comeback in 2 days! Can you stop bothering us with your dishes and let us practice in peace?”

When you left the room after what Seonghwa said, the boys were yelling at his behavior toward you.

“What is happening to you?” asked Hongjoong as the leader. “You never yelled at Y/N so bad!” added San. Seonghwa was staring at his feet. His heart aches. You meant a world to him and he just threw you away. “It’s not your type to be this stressed Seonghwa-Hyung. You can talk with us about everything.” Yunho patted his back, when he saw how his friends was down. The room went quieter. The guys were waiting an explanation. San was tempted to run after you for fix this situation fast as possible. But it was none of his business, sadly. “It’s just… we’re getting more and more fans everyd-day” stuttered Seonghwa, “I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I need to practice more and show the best of me. You guys are doing good and I’m always… late.” He explained. Seonghwa was being insecure. It happened sometimes but all he need is you. But you couldn’t help him this time. “What if I disappoint so many Atinys that we lose everything we built this year.” “Atinys are always here for us and vice-versa.” said the maknae with a smile. “Hyung, I know that you are getting pressured, like everyone here. But don’t lose the only person who can help you to feel better.” Said Yeosang as he ate quietly another piece of the chicken you brought. Seonghwa bite his lips. What he said to you was really mean. He didn’t know how to fix this situation. He sat on the couch, trying to find a solution. But nothing was coming into his mind. “Let’s take a break for today guys,” ordered Hongjoong. “Let’s go sleep, it’s late.” Seonghwa couldn’t sleep well. Every night you were talking about your day, even if it was boring or sad. Just to talk with you, was lifting his mood. But this time all he could do was turning in his bed or watch his phone, to check if you answered or at least saw his message. His sent you apologizing texts. He didn’t want to call maybe you were sleeping. Suddenly, he got an idea. He’s going to discuss with the boys tomorrow.

It was a sad Friday for you. Your boss gave you a free day as a reward of your hard work. Seonghwa planned to go to the amusement parc with you, but it won’t happen. You were scrolling on Twitter when someone knocked at your door. “Y/N! It’s time to have fun with us!” yelled Wooyoung through the door. Your heart missed a beat. “Wooyoung? What are you doing he-“ the scene in the hallway, cut you off. All the members were here. Dressed casually. Your “boyfriend” included. He seemed embarrassed. “What are you doing here guys?” you asked, arms crossed on your chest. “W-We want to go to the amusement park.” You stared at Seonghwa confused. “Then okay, have fun.” You almost close the door to them when Seonghwa yelled at you! “Listen Y/N! I’m sorry! I was so stressed that you were like my punching bag…” The other boys escaped to let your intimacy. “Listen Seonghwa, I know that you didn’t mean it, but it still hurts.” “I know! And I will do everything to fix it Y/N!” offered your boyfriend. “You know how much I love you and how I need you in my life.” That was a good deal, “everything-huh?” You grabbed your jacket and phone, before closing the door. “Guys! Let’s go to the amusement park! Seonghwa wants to go in the haunted house!” you yelled at them while you were exiting the building. “What??” shouted Mingi. Everyone knows that Seonghwa hates the haunted house, not because it’s scary, but because it’s untidy. A real nightmare for him and a good revenge for you.

YUNHO - “I know what I can do and what I cannot do! Stop babying me! You are being annoying!“

Yunho couldn’t understand why you were so afraid of being exposed. Atinys were always supportive and good with ATEEZ. Of course, few people would be angry, but he didn’t care. Being in a relationship and an idol is a big thing. But you were doing really good till now. He always thought that you wanted to break up with him when you talk about this. It’s been a week since you talked to each other. Yunho talked about your issue with Mingi. The tall boy tried to help him as much as he could, but nothing was really working. Ateez would celebrate their first-year anniversary after their debut, tonight. He hoped to see you there, crowded with Atinys. Cheering him like always. Yunho didn’t know how he could apologize for his behavior, and the fact that he left you alone on your date was torturing him.

The little fan meeting started, his eyes were all over the hall, trying to recognize your pretty face among all the Atinys. But you were not there. He sighed and tried to keep his figure for his fans. Mingi patted his back to comfort him when he was sadness on his face. After 20 long minutes of mental breakdown, he saw your small figure trying to reach your seat quietly. Your taxi was stuck in the traffic. You apologize for interrupting their ment. You sat on your numbered seat and finally looked at your boyfriend. He was gorgeous, his suit was fitting his tall figure perfectly. You noticed that he was smiling so hard that it could hurt his jaw. The boys too, were happy to see you there since they like your presence.

Near the ending of the fan meeting, Yunho asked, “Atiny! I have a question for you!”. He stepped back and looked at Mingi, waiting for his signal. His friend nodded and whispered, “do it Hyung!”. Yunho stepped forward the stage and breathed. “What if someday you find that one of us or even all of the members… are dating?”

Silence.

Your heart raced as you saw few Atiny’s face getting confused at his question. Mingi felt the awkward atmosphere and added, “are you going to be mad and leave us?”. All the fans shouted “No! Never!”. The comment section of their Vlive was going crazy, few internationals Atinys wrote “Hell no! We will support ATEEZ no matter what!”. You smiled. He tried to confort you and threw away your insecurities. “Okay! I knew we could trust our Atinys!” added Yunho with a smile. You just wanted to run on the stage and hug him. “I want to take this opportunity to apologize.” Everyone in the room was confused, even the staff. “I had a bad and mean behavior toward someone, few days ago. I didn’t realize that the advice Y/-“ he stopped, almost messed up. “I mean, this person… gave me was for my good and was worried about what would happen to me. He looked in your direction, “I’m so sorry and I hope you will forgive me, if you listen me right now!” He bowed and let Hongjoong close the event. You wanted to apologize to him, for being insecure. When all the fans left the hall, you almost run backstage to hug your boyfriend and never let him go away again.

YEOSANG - “Why do you always need to be funny? Can you be serious sometimes? You need to grow up!”

Yeosang was turning around in the living-room. He was trying to call you but the only voice he heard was the voice mail. How could he fix this? Do you even want to talk with him again? You brought him so much happy moments that he couldn’t count and remember all of them. Few memories came to his mind. Some when you were acting weird but cute with him or when you said countless jokes in a day. For example, one day you couldn’t stop to say kitschy things to him. “Hey, angel,” you said with a flirty look,” did it hurts?” He raised a brow at you, “what?”. “Did it hurts?” you repeated. “I don’t get it Y/N.” “Did it hurts… when you fell from the sky?” He choked with his piece of chicken this day and you were so proud of you. “That was a good one huh?” “No that was terrible!” he said. “Oh, come-on Yeosang-ie… I know you liked it!”. He was trying to stay still with his poker face, but you could see his little smile.

He sighed, he missed you. He started to walk again on the living-room, biting his lips. Another one came to his mind. “Babe, you have 2 seconds to answer… Chicken or me?” “Chicken.” He said instantly. You stared at him in shook. “How dare you?” “Oh sorry. I will change my answer. I prefer fried chicken, that’s the best one.” He added looking his phone. “Okay… then, can your chicken do that?” you kissed his cheek. “And that?”, you hugged him. He giggled, “no chicken can’t do that!” “So, think about it again!” you challenged him. “Then… I choose yo- Chicken!” You threw at him a pillow while he was trying to escape from your angriness. “Comeback here Kang Yeosang! If I catch you, you will need Hongjoong’s hair extensions!”

Something tilted in his mind. “Hongjoong-hyung! I need your help! Right now!”

You were on your bed, reading a book with a cup of tea. Like a grandma, you thought. Suddenly, you heard your front door being slammed. Only Yeosang has a spare key. You walked quietly to the corridor to check if it was your boyfriend and not a thief or someone else. “Yeosang, what are you doing here?”. He stared back at you. “I’m here to apologize.” “For what? Telling me that I needed to grow up or that I needed to leave?” you put your hands on your hips, angrily. “Listen Y/N, I’m really sorry. I never saw manager-nim this mad to us. I thought, we were really bad when he explained what happened at Mcountdown.” He walked toward you. “But you were right…” You sighed. “That wasn’t a reason to throw me out of the practice room Kang Yeosang.” His heart missed a beat. When you call him with his last name it mean that you are really angry, or you want to kill him. He hoped for the first option though. “I know Y/N, but!” he removed his beanie. You puffed when you saw Hongjoong’s braids and mullet clipped on his hair. “What is that Yeosang?” you laughed at him. He smiled at you, “remember when you said that if you caught me, I will need to wear this?” You nodded. “I thought it would be the good moment to do it.” You laughed at him, seeing his braids moving while he’s scratching his head from embarrassment. “If you want that I forgive you I’ll need more than that Yeosang.” You said to him seriously. He stared at you, trying to do everything to get your trust back. “Give me one braid, I always wanted to try it oh my god!” The love of his life is back.

Part 2

#ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez yeosang #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez hongjoong #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez angst

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