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violentdelights-violentendss · 19 days

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How about BSD men when you're sick with a cold? (Totally not cause i have one rn lmaoo) I love your work btw <3

Thank you sm! And ofc! Hope you like this!!! (same, I was sick this whole week 😞😞 hope you get better soon)

(This is part 1. Part 2 with the rest of the members will come shortly!!!! I decided to slip it so at least one half of it was out…I think I might start doing this in the future to be able to post more frequently! Btw, I have seen all your requests and currently working on them!!!! Please keep requesting! I love every single one of them!)

BSD Men When Reader Is Sick With a Cold (P.1)

In this post: 🌹 Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Rampo, 🌹

Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen

Synopsis; How would the BSD Men act when you have a cold.

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Fukuzawa, being the president of the Armed Detective Agency is a responsible person. The minute he notices you’re feeling sick, he takes care of you so well, he almost rivals Yosano. He makes sure that you take all your medications, constantly checking your temperature, and will not make you lift a single finger. You are his sick princess; you stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. If you ask for anything, he would rush to get it for you. With Fukuzawa’s love and great, responsible care, you overcame your cold very quickly.

“Where is (Y/N)?” His voice cut through the thick fog in your mind, sounding distant and echoing loudly. You winced, peeking open your eyes. Reality felt dreamlike; you saw Fukuzawa walk towards you, the view of your boyfriend slanted, as you were lying on the surface of the table in the conference room. You had hoped to refresh the burning hellfire that crackled in your mind, but with no avail.

“My dear,” Fukuzawa sighed, sitting down next to you. “You should go home.” He chided, pressing a large hand to your forehead. Your elevated temperature made his usually calm face grow worried. “You’re burning…you’re going home.”

You tried to protest, feebly gripping his arm to hold him back, but the worried glance Fukuzawa threw at you, seeing you pale, burning, nothing could convince him to make you stay at work.

You closed your eyes, your illness draining you far too much to remain awake. Every sound echoed in your ears, hurting your already weakened head.

When you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself in your apartment, and only vaguely remembered Atsushi bringing you home. Fukuzawa would have done so himself if he didn’t have a crucial meeting with a politician he could not avoid.

You dragged yourself to bed, too tired to change, only falling in your futon. Morpheus immediately pulled you under, dragging you to the depths of a dreamless sleep.

You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling a presence next to you even through your agitate sleep. Your eyes had to concentrate more than usual to focus on reality, ironing what was blurry, before you noticed the presence was Fukuzawa.

“Shh…I’m here, my love,” he whispered in your ear, adjusting the covers around you to make sure you weren’t exposed to any cold air. You immediately calmed down, snuggling against his chest. “Take this before you sleep,” Fukuzawa whispered, slipping two pills inside your mouth. You swallowed, knowing they were probably medication to reduce your fever.

You conked out right after, vaguely remembering finding it difficult to fall into deep sleep. You only found peace when Fukuzawa wrapped you in his arms, caressing your head.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You sat up, pressing a hand to your forehead. You sighed in relief when you realized your temperature had gone down, but you still felt under the weather, your eyes burning, and your throat itchy. You glanced at Fukuzawa’s empty spot, wondering where he could have gone.

Almost sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend walked inside your room, carrying a mug of delicious warm milk with honey. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He cooed, seeing you sniffle sadly, clearly not happy you were sick. “I made this for you.” He handed the mug to you, making sure you didn’t burn yourself holding it.

“Yukichi, I don’t like being sick.” You whined, leaning against his side when he sat down next to you.

“I know, darling, but you have to rest to get better. And not stoically push through it like you were doing yesterday.” He chided softly, urging you to drink milk. You pouted, knowing he was right.

You couldn’t help but feel sadness crawl on your face, when you realized you wouldn’t be able to spend your few days off having fun with your partner, who you already saw too little of.

Fukuzawa realized, and to try and bring back the sparkle of happiness on your face, even amid a sore threat and runny nose, he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Would you wish to watch a movie?”

As he had hoped, a smile brightened your face, and you almost jumped up in joy, Fukuzawa’s hand blocking you from doing so, afraid you would topple over sick. “Can we watch a romcom?”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

The two of you cuddled in bed, using your laptop to watch your favorite romcom. You could have not been happier, snuggling underneath the covers with your perfect boyfriend, and Fukuzawa also enjoyed spending some time with you, peppering a series of kisses on your face every time the characters kissed on scene.

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo is…interesting when you are sick. It’s one of the few times he shuts down, and does not know what to do, or how to react. For once, the genius detective feels lost. When he realizes you’re sick, his first reaction is disgust, and worry that you could infect him, and then he freezes when he realizes you, his beloved (Y/N), is sick. Panic infects his body, and he just..crashes. It takes a few seconds for his heart to calm down, and to regain the composure on his face. All of his panic runs behind his face, only visible through his emerald green eyes to whomever knows him very well. The moment he has calmed down, he takes control, even if the fear of messing up and making you even sicker haunts his mind. Ranpo cures you slightly chaotically, forgetting to give you medicine and then remembering late at night, but he tries his best, and succeeds in making you feel better, inevitably being exhausted by the time you are no longer sick. Now it’s your turn to take care of him.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Ranpo asked, sulking at his deck, his lips wrapped around a vanilla lollipop as his green eyes scanned the office, noticing your absence.

“She took a day off.” Kunikida replied, not lifting his gaze from his computer.

“She didn’t tell you?” Dazai asked as he spun around in his chair, accidentally kicking Kunikida’s leg and then rolling away when his partner got mad.

Ranpo shook his head, sucking on his lollipop pensively. “Nope…I wonder why,” he thought aloud. You were his girlfriend, and always told him everything. He didn’t know why you didn’t tell him today that you wouldn’t be going. He knew you knew he preferred when you were in the office, brightening his day by just caressing his hand when you walked by, busy working.

When you were not there, Ranpo usually took the day off with you, doing whatever you had needed to be doing. For a second, Ranpo’s rapid mind jumped to the unrealistic thought that you might be cheating on him, but he quickly threw the idea away, not even considering it.

But the lack of knowledge irked Ranpo, and he didn’t feel like rummaging through his pocket to find his glasses to use Ultra Deduction. Instead, Ranpo tapped on his phone for a few minutes, calling your number.

The wait felt excruciatingly long, and he only focused onto the rhythmic beeping, completely ignoring Kunikida choking Dazai.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice strangely nasally and lower than usual.

“(Y/N)!” Ranpo called sadly, pouting. “Why did you not tell me you were taking a day off? I could come over and cuddle in bed with you,” he whined, throwing the finished lollipop in the bin.

You sighed: you had hoped you could escape telling your adorable boyfriend that you were sick. He always panicked, and exhausted himself while he took care of you, and you didn’t feel like draining his energies for a menial cold. But of course, nothing ever went the way you had intended it to, still feeling a little smugness lift your lips into a smile: Ranpo had noticed your absence almost immediately.

“I’m sick,” you explained. Almost to provide you with ironclad evidence, your throat started itching uncomfortable, and you coughed for a few seconds.

When your words registered in Ranpo’s head, he froze. His eyes went unfocused, and his phone almost slid out of his grasp. An avalanche of thoughts flooded his mind, the most common theme, fear and worry. Extreme fear for you, and worry because he didn’t know how to care for you; both feelings battled in his chest, a conflicting tsunami that only rendered his green eyes duller.

“Ranpo?” You asked, your voice rough after your coughing fit, but the silence on the other end of the line scared you more.

“I’m coming over.” Was the curt reply you got.

“Wait, what? Ranpo, no you’ll get sick — and he hung up.” You sighed, placing the phone back next to you, and waiting for Ranpo to barge in through your door.

It took a good thirty minutes, but your prediction came true. Opening with his copy of the key, Ranpo flew in, his arms decorated by various bags filled with medicines. “I’m here!” He gasped, his chest heaving.

“Ranpo, did you run?!” You croaked, trying to get out of bed and hold Rampo before he inevitably collapsed.

“No, of course not.” He replied, blatantly lying. He gently pushed you back down on the bed, climbing in after you. He emptied out all bags in the center of the bed, and you widened your eyes in shock at the medium sized pile that formed on your duvet.

“Oh my god…that’s enough medicine for a lifetime,” you whispered. You did, however, feel very loved, as you watched Ranpo rummage through the pile, trying to find a specific packet. This man, who hated exercise, had run around multiple pharmacies to try and find one that would make you feel better. Your heart melted into your chest, almost making your tired eyes teary. You gently clasped his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

Ranpo barely noticed, digging frantically. “Here it is!” He exclaimed victoriously shoving a small, blue box into your hands. “This is the best one for sore throats, apparently.” He said, a proud smile loitering on his face.

You opened it, downing the pills with some water. “Thank you, Ranpo,”

“Am I the best boyfriend or what?”

“You certainly are.”

Ranpo’s smile grew, and his cheeks darkened by a few shades: receiving praise from you was on the same level as receiving praise from the president from him. “Now, they said sleep helps as well, so we should sleep.” Ranpo declared, hurriedly placing all the medications on your bed side table, before dragging himself underneath the covers, and snuggling against you.

You laid your head on his chest, already feeling your throat become less irritated, letting you exhale peacefully. Ranpo fell asleep before you, his rhythmic breathing becoming your lullaby. As felt your eyes go droopy, and your mind quiet down, resembling a calm mountain spring, you could not help but think that you truly had gotten the best boyfriend in the world.

That claim was instantly withdrawn when you were shaken awake at 3 in the morning by a sleep-drunk Ranpo, who suddenly remembered you had to take another medicine in while talking that one. You sighed, but after all, it meant Ranpo truly loved you, and that was more than enough for you.

Doppo Kunikida

Kunikida is a man of rules, and ideals, and he tries to follow his life bound by his self-imposed rules. He has a specific page on his notebook dedicated to the procedure to follow when he, or you, go down with a cold. But his ideals, and rules get thrown down the drain when you actually have a cold. Like Ranpo, Kunikida freezes, but not because he does not know what to do, but because he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, and coughing makes his heart ache, and is what pushes him out of his brief moment of panic. Kunikida writes down your symptoms in his notebook, and goes out on a hunt to find the best medication. He will then take care of you lovingly, but also strictly, not letting you get out of bed, or miss some medications because you say you feel better. A small part of him will also be blaming himself for allowing you to get sick, even if he can’t protect you from everything. Kunikida will, however, always remain by your side, not caring of the perpetual danger of falling ill as well: he can’t leave you alone when you’re sick. You’ll be wrapped in his arms at all times, and that is one of the best aspects of being taken care of by Kunikida.

Kunikida was typing on his computer, filling a report that, initially, had been Dazai’s. He noticed movement from the corner of his eyes, noticing you slumping in the chair next to his.

“Kunikida,” you called, gently tapping on his desk to get his attention.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, still typing on his computer.

“Do I feel a little warm to you?”

Kunikida looked up from his computer immediately after hearing your words. He instantly stood up, walking towards you. Your health always took priority on his work.

You did look paler, and more tired, Kunikida thought, as he pressed his hands on your forehead. “You’re a little warm,” he sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Unfortunately, I cannot go home with you right now.” Kunikida said, hurriedly looking through his notebook, snapping it closed in anger.

You waved your hand. “Don’t worry, Kuni, I’ll just go home by myself.” You tried standing up, but Kunikida gently pushed you back down on the chair.

“I can’t let you go home alone. You’ll stay here, and I’ll take care of you while I work.” Kunikida declared, picking you up in his arms.

“Darling, I don’t feel that sick…and taking care of me while you work will just exhaust you more than you already are!” You tried protesting, as your boyfriend gently laid you down on the couch in the Armed Detective Agency office.

“Taking care of you will never exhaust me.” Kunikida grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He took his jacket draped on the back of his chair and covered you with it, returning to his desk to continue working.

Throughout the day, Kunikida walked over to your half conscious, half sleeping form on the couch, taking your temperature, and bringing you cups of water to drink. Kunikida also gave you various medicines that he had quickly popped out to buy on his break.

Various times you caught him glancing at you with worry, feeling that he was not doing enough to take care of you. You also saw him intensely research which medication to give you, also going as far as calling Yosano (it was her day off) to ask her what she thought would be the best course of action.

Lying on the couch, slipping in out of sleep, you felt enveloped by the warmth of your boyfriend’s love, who took care of you efficiently even while he was working.

You slowly woke a few hours later, noticing that the bright sunlight had been replaced by the lukewarm colors of the sunset, and the agency was empty, only Kunikida remaining, sitting at his desk. His hair shone like golden strands in the light, and his grey eyes resembled pieces of melted starlight.

You pushed yourself up, noticing your fever had gone. Your throat was still itchy, and your nose still clogged, but you felt better, overall. You slipped Kunikida’s jacket on, walking quietly towards him. You leaned over his shoulder, caressing his cheek, your two shadows intertwined on the floor.

Kunikida turned to glance at you, surprised. “Do you feel better, sweetheart?” He asked, turning to face you, immediately pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You leaned into his touch, nodding happily. “All thanks to you, my perfect doctor,” you cooed, sliding down in his lap. Kunikida turned a fiery red, looking away.

“(Y/N), this is highly inappropriate!” He squeaked, although his hands tentatively went to wrap around your waist.

“Oh, come on: no one else is here. It’s not like we’re fucking in public.” You joked, panicking when you heard Kunikida choke on his spit. You laughed, gently slapping him on his broad back. “Ah, what should I do with you?” You asked, peppering kisses on his jaw.

“Kiss me properly,” Kunikida said quietly, seemingly having abandoned the war cry of propriety.

You laid your head on his shoulder, admiring his sharp features that were only accentuated by the dying sunlight that slid through the large windows. “I can’t, Kuni, I’ll get you sick.”

Kunikida looked at you in silence for a second, also admiring your face, his eyes zoning in on your lips. You saw the internal struggle reflected clearly on his eyes, a dueling waltz between his love for you and his ideals.

“Oh to hell,” he croaked, before diving down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, even going as far as to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly responded, threading your hands through his hair. Kunikida slowly pulled back after a few minutes, both of you panting for hair and grasping onto each other. Kunikida turned even redder when he noticed a small string of saliva glittering between the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours: “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh! How cute!” Dazai called suddenly, waltzing into the room.

Kunikida never fainted so fast before in his life.

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi would know what to do, probably having to take care of his fellow orphans. But he will do everything with an underlining panic he will try to hide for your sake, but that you will inevitably notice because he’s soaking in sweat, even if it’s winter. It’s because he worries so much; anxiety crawls inside his body, and he almost dies on the spot. But once you reassure him that it’s just a common cold, his heart will stop running a marathon and he will calm down. Atsushi takes care of you with love, as well as diligence, sleeping lightly to make sure you’re sleeping well. He’ll make you take warm baths, helping you get out and in, and will cook you whatever you want.

When Atsushi had waltzed into your shared apartment, excited to take you out on a date, his heart had dropped to his stomach when he saw you bundled up in your futon, trembling.

“A-Atsushi!” You called, your voice nasally. You opened your arms, looking like a scarecrow draped in duvets and covers.

“What happened?” Your sweet jinko boyfriend asked, worry evident in his furrowed brows as he knelt next to you, tucking the covers back around your body to make sure no draft would touch your skin.

“Got a cold from my last mission,” you mumbled, sniffling. “Walking around the countryside drenched in cold, mountain water was not a smart idea.”

“You did what?!” Atsushi stared at you, even more worried because you had walked around for god knows how long shivering in the icy air. You smiled sheepishly. Atsushi sighed, exasperated, pressing one of his hands to your forehead, relieved that you seemed to have only a slight fever. But your shivers were worrying his already panic-stricken heart.

“I’ll make you some soup.” He started getting up, but you grabbed his loose tail and tugged back onto the futon.

“No…warm me up! You’re always so warm!” You whined.

“I’ll do that after I make you the soup, okay, love?” Atsushi asked, gently persuading you to let go of his belt.

You pouted, reluctantly letting go. Your face suddenly brightened. “What if you order pizza!”

“No! That’s not what you need right now!” Atsushi called from the kitchen, scolding you gently. You sighed, dropping back into the covers.

Your caring boyfriend soon walked out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in his hands, his eyes fixated on the quivering soup that danced threateningly close to the edge, teasing to suddenly overflow.

Atsushi placed it down in front of, a sigh of relief rushing out of his lips. You giggled, eyeing the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead out of concentration. You reached down to grab the spoon. You blinked, and the spoon was gone, now tightly held in Atushi’s grasp.

“Absolutely not. I’m feeding you.” He said, deciding to ignore your questioningly raised eyebrow. “And I’m not exaggerating.”

You decided to stay quiet, and simply enjoy the care your boyfriend was enveloping you in, relishing in the joy of being loved. You obediently swallowed down the warm and delicious soup, noticing how it smoothed out the irritation in your throat. “It’s delicious, ‘Sushi,” You said, in between spoonfuls.

Atushi’s cheeks turned red, and he grinned shyly, playing around with the remaining soup in the bowl. “I’m a good cook, aren’t I?” You threw your arms around him, nuzzling your nose against his.

“The best cook.” Atsushi beamed back at you, kissing the tip of your nose as he put the bowl down.

Lazily, you trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his solid muscles underneath. An idea suddenly came to you, and a lazy grin spread on your lips. “Baby, I’m cold.” You whined.Your hand, who had momentarily stopped on his stomach, restarted its journey, slowing sliding down to to his crotch.

Atsushi, who had been resting his head against yours, pulled back to look at you, worry evident in his eyes. “You’re cold…— (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He gasped in surprise when he felt your warm hand on his dick, his breath getting stuck in his throat.

“Thanking the cook for the delicious dish!”

“A-Absolutely not! You’re sick! No!” He stammered, his eyes wide and panicked, his hand immediately clasping yours and gently pushing you back down in the bed, tucking the covers around you, restricting your movements: Atsushi knew he couldn’t resist you for long, and needed to prevent your hands to linger on his body before he got a hard-on.

“Atsushi! What the fuck?!”

“You need to rest. Doing what you wanted to do is not resting.” Atsushi stumbled and tripped over his words, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. You huffed, rolling your eyes. Atsushi glanced at you, playing with his fingers. “If you’re better tomorrow then maybe…” He quietly trailed off, defeated by the small pout that lingered on your face. You immediately perked up, smirking at him. “B-but only if you feel better!”

“I’ll sleep right away and get all the rest in the world so I feel better immediately!” You giggled, lying comfortably down in bed.

Atsushi sighed, a small smile on his lips, knowing that his heart truly belonged to you. He quickly slipped underneath the covers, holding you in his arms to suppress the shivers that had suddenly returned. You soon fell asleep, and Atsushi stayed awake a few more minutes, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable, before letting himself be pulled to sleep. But not too deep of a slumber: he had to make sure you, his treasure, his princess slept fine throughout the night. He was ready to sacrifice his sleep for that.

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heartofwritiing · 5 months

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Kiss me (beneath the milky twilight)

paring: musicanbur x fem!reader

summary: you’re the backup singer for lovejoy, the fans don’t know you and wilbur are together, but one duet changes that.

authors note: trying to practice dialogue, so sorry if it is a little wired and doesn’t make sense idk how to write good conversation lmao, also i thought this idea was cute hope you guys like it :)

warnings: short, a make-out on stage, fluff, unedited!

“Okay, someone ate the last poptart this morning on the bus, fess up, who was it?”

Mark, who was twirling his drum stick a few times questioned amongst the group as you and the rest of lovejoy stood in a circle backstage minus Wilbur; who was still asleep in his dressing room. Pre-show naps were a ritual for him now.

Being on tour was an experience to say the least. You never thought you’d be sharing a small space with four grown men, but here you were living on a tour bus for the next four months with them. Most days it wasn’t complete chaos, you all had your respective bunks and areas but a lot of times you thought you’d somehow died and were sent to purgatory until whoever decided to send you to actual hell.

“I don’t know but I have a stash in the bus so I know it’s not me,” you raise your hands up in innocence.

“Why do you get your own secret stash?” Mark frowns.

Wilbur liked to spoil you with snacks to hide around the bus so the other boys wouldn’t find them just to tease them, All in good fun of course.

“Perks of being the lead singer’s girlfriend,” you smirk with your chin held high.

“Im convinced now that you’re the pop tart thief,” Joe added, thumb and pointer finger fiddling with the tuning pegs on his guitar while standing off to the side. “I know all the little hiding spots on the bus and I haven’t seen any secret stash of pop tarts anywhere,”

“That was completely sus of you to say, now i think it was you!” you pointed.

Stupid moments like this made up for all the times you got annoyed with them. Though you loved them all to death they drove you absolutely insane.

“So where’s your secret stash then?”

“Ill never tell, you thief.”

A pair of arms suddenly came to snake around your waist and pull you further back until a head rest on your shoulder. A very sleepy Wilbur yawned and pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder. You smiled sinking back into your lovers arms and reached your hand up to pet his soft curls. Almost instantly he hummed and it mimicked a cats pur.

“What are you guys arguing about now?” he mumbled against your shirt.

“I wouldn’t say we’re arguing, just pointing blame for whoever stole the last pop tart this morning,” you explain.

“It was probably Ash,” Joe quips. Ash looks offended with his arms raise in confusion.

“Oh no, that was me,” Wilbur states nonchalantly.

“WHAT?!” The group erupted into protests.

“I was hungry,” Wilbur shrugs. “we can afford more guys.”

“very true,” you piped.

“well i guess this solves the great pop tart thief mystery,” Mark shrugs.

“Case closed.” you remark.

Soon the argument dissolved, and everyone spoke amongst themselves. You rocked with Wilbur side to side as you hummed no tune in particular as you leaned against him.

“How was your nap honey?” you asked.

“lonely,” he states. “I missed you,”

Your heart jumps at his sentiment. It had only been a few hours since you both woke up tangled in each other’s limbs, maneuvering out of the small bunk trying not to roll out and fall. Still, you missed him when he wasn’t around too.

“I missed you too,” you brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a kiss before placing it back down against your waist.

“you still wanna go through with tonight?”

You knew what he was referring to. Wilbur had come to you with the idea of you both singing a duet on stage at one of the gigs. At first you weren’t so sure, it was his bands time to shine and you didn’t want to take away from that. You’re the back up singer for Wilbur, you felt out of place trying to share the spotlight. After some convincing; more like brain washing you with his puppy dog eyes, you eventually caved and agreed to do it.

Now that it was so close to the performance, the nerves in your body weren’t going away. You had never really been front and center on stage before. Always in the back round hidden in the stage lights. So the thought of being in-front of a crowd of a thousand people staring at you, probably waiting for you to possibly mess up, was fucking you up in the brain just a bit.

Wilbur could practically feel how tense you suddenly got and perked his head up and looked at your face with a slightly worried expression.

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready darling,”

“No, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head. “I wanna do this with you, It’ll be fun.”

Your smile didn’t seem to convince him. He didn’t want to push you into anything but, he could sense how anxious you had seemed the past couple of days. One word from you and he would cancel the whole show if you asked. which of course was very silly of him.

You were determined to get over this fear and just go with it. With one last final hug you both pulled apart and began getting prepared for the show in an hour.

The show was so explosive. The energy of the crowed was strong tonight, it made your adrenaline buzz with excitement. You had almost completely forgotten about your nerves when you stepped onto that stage.

The band had just finished One Day and cheers and screams rang out through the venue. You watched as Wilbur reached down to grab the towel sat beside his mic stand and whip his brow clean from sweat. He threw the towel back down and leaned into the microphone.

Wilbur had told you after One Day was the time slot you had to sing the duet with him.

“Alright, so we have something special planned,” Wilbur spoke. “I wanna welcome to the front of the stage Y/N, my incredible backing vocalist!”

Cheers rang out for you as you stepped center stage into the light clutching your microphone. You smiled and wave at the crowd shakily, you could practically feel your heartbeat out of your chest.

“Were gonna play a song for you, and I need you guys to sing the lyrics if you know them, and be nice to Y/N, shes super nervous,”

A chorus of ‘awes’ rang out from the crowd and you blushed bashfully as you heard a bunch of various shouts of support.

“Thanks Will,” you playfully roll your eyes at him revealing your secret.

The song you had chosen was Kiss Me by Sixpence Non the Richer, one of your favorites. The opening chords rang out as Joe began the melody. Soon, Mark kicked in the drums and you were bobbing your head to the beat.

You glanced over at Wilbur and saw a smile on his lips as he began playing as well. He looked over at you and saw the panic glossing over your eyes in the light. Somehow it made you forget everything once you connected eyes.

Look at me. he mouthed. just keep your eyes on me.

You took a deep breath and began to sing the lyrics, keeping your eyes locked with Wilbur. Somehow it made you forget everything around you and be in the moment with him.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Wilbur saw how stiff you were, barely moving your limbs. In an attempt to get you to be more comfortable he moved towards you while continuing to play.

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh

He leaned forward until he was practically kissing your mic. Shocked at the close proximity you kept your composure as you both sang the chorus of the song in harmony.

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

staring deeply into each others eyes nothing else seemed to matter. The pit in your stomach making your knees weak with the look in his eyes as they flickered down to your own lips as he sang.

You rested your left hand on his bicep, the fabric of his silky black button up grounding you before you got too light headed.

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

You broke apart and suddenly felt weightless. You danced around the stage as Wilbur watched you with awe and adoration. Your cheeks were hot feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You sang the next line;

Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

You moved towards Wilbur and he turned to wiggle his hips to the beat. Trying so hard to hold back a laugh, you copied his movements. You couldn’t wait to see all the videos on your timeline the next day.

leaned against his side and began singing together once more;

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

You dance around the stage again feeling yourself in the moment as the last notes rang out. You didn’t even process the cheers and screams as you felt a pair of hands cup your cheeks and press their lips against yours.

Your eye’s opened in shock to see Wilbur was the one who pulled you into a kiss. On stage. in front of a whole crowd of his fans. Fuck it, you thought, and melted into his touch. His lips moved against yours softly and you could feel your skin set aflame.

Your arms looped around his middle and pulled him closer to you. Hours could have passed and you could’ve kept kissing him, but eventually you pulled away for the lack of oxygen in your lungs. Chocolate eyes peered down at you with such love you had ever felt. Wide smiles broke the two of you into infectious giggles you could barely hear over the whole crowd of people screaming all around you.

Wilbur took your hand and walked back over to his mic. All your friends were cheering you on as well, Causing you to blush harder at all the attention on you but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Well, that was a heat of the moment sort of thing guys, sorry about that,” his giggle echoing through the venue speakers, everyone ‘wooed’ in response. “Had to take my moment, y’know?”

Wilbur gazed at you out of the corner of his eye to see your bashful state. Squeezing your hand he said one last thing to the crowd before he had to move onto the next song on their line up.

“Everyone please give it up for my beautiful, wonderful, talented, girlfriend!”

You were most certainly redder than a cherry at this point. The crowd was loving every second of it. Hiding your face in Wilbur's shoulder from his side, he kisses your forehead before having to send you back over to your place on stage. You very certain your twitter feed will be insane the next day.

It wasn’t long before the next song started up and you were dancing along with Leandra. Wilbur gave you one final glance behind him and you blew him a kiss to which he beamed at you before he turned forward to continue on with the show.

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Flirt -W2S

Words: 1.0k+

Warnings: alcohol consumption.

In which your childhood friends with Faith and when she meets Ethan you’re invited to a party with his friends.

a/n: this was requested on wattpad!! Enjoy🎀🫶🏼

I've known Faith since high school. We stayed friends and have actually became closer as we've grown up. She met Ethan a few months ago and I have noticed how happy she is, when she talks about him she starts blushing and goes all giddy, I'm so incredibly happy for her. Naturally I met him and he seems super nice, then he invited me and Faith to a party he's hosting at his apartment, and we obviously said yes. I met all of his friends last week along with their girlfriends: Talia and Freya, who were really sweet and welcomed us into the group. I find the entire group hilarious. The banter that night was top notch.

Tonight both me and Faith are invited to another party but this time it's being hosted at JJ and Simon's apartment. For a bit of fun they decided to do a "girls wear white, men wear black" sorta thing so I went shopping with Talia (who I've become good friends with) to buy a dress. When we both found something to wear, paid and headed home to begin the long process of getting ready. I styled my hair, put on some makeup then got into my dress. Just before I left my apartment I sprayed myself with my favourite perfume and grabbed my lip liner, lipgloss and phone.

I got an uber to the boys apartment building. They gave me the code to get through reception then I got into the lift. Once I was outside the front door I knocked. It was opened by Talia a few minutes later. Her eyes lit up "y/n! I'm so glad you're here," she said as she pulled me in "none of the girls are here yet and I'm seriously getting bored of the conversation being about football." I laughed as she brought me through the hallway and into the living room. I smiled and waved lightly "hey." I said. "Hey! y/n, wanna drink?" JJ asked. I nodded and he took me into the kitchen.

After I got my drink I sat down on the couch between Talia and Harry. At the last party I got along great with everyone but me and Harry were a little awkward, Ethan had already pre warned me that Harry wasn't great with new people and so I tried to be as talkative as possible when I spoke to him so he didn't feel like he had to do too much of the talking, and it seemed to work pretty well. In the next half an hour everyone else arrived, including Ethan and Faith so I immediately became more comfortable.

As the night went on everyone progressively became more and more drunk. I stood in the kitchen pouring myself, another drink when Harry came in. "Hey, what ya making?" he asked. I turned around "vodka Redbull, want one?" he stepped towards me "Nah, I'm alright but thanks though." he said. I smiled lightly and continued to make my drink while he made himself something. "So, how did you meet Faith?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. I finished pouring my drink, took a sip and looked up to him. "Met her during high school, we've been friends ever since." I replied. Just as I finished my sentence, Freya walked in and told us we were going to play Uno.

Me and Harry headed into the living room and sat down on one of the sofas. Once we played a few rounds we got bored and began chatting amongst ourselves. I spent the rest of the night talking to Harry and getting to know him properly until I was too drunk to hold a conversation so decided to call it a night and go home.

The next morning... I woke up with what felt like one of the worst hangovers of my life. After practically rotting in bed all day, I managed to get myself up and order some lunch. When it arrived, I sat down to eat it and got a call from Faith: "hey! How are you feeling?" She asked. "not great, you?" I replied. "not the worst," she sighed contently "So... last night, you and Harry seem to be getting along." she said. I raised a brow, even though she couldn't see me "what do you mean by that?" She giggled "you just looked really... flirty." She said. I gasped "flirty?" "Come on y/n, you obviously like him!" She said with a chuckle. I sighed, then laughed "maybe I do."

Harry's pov:

I woke up to a text from Ethan: "so you and y/n yea?" I furrowed my brows "what?" I replied. A few minutes later he text back "come on bog it's obvious you like her😉" my face dropped slightly "is it really that obvious?" I replied quickly. "Haha yes yes it is" I signed "shit" I said quietly to myself.

y/n’s pov:

Today I'm going for dinner with Faith. She asked me randomly a few days after the party if I was free anytime this week, since Ethan was busy. So I said tonight and she picked a restaurant. I got ready into a casual outfit, pulled my hair into a half up half down style and did my makeup. Once I was finished I texted Faith, telling her I was just about to leave. She replied that she was also leaving so I made my way outside.

I got an Uber to the restaurant and was there within 15 minutes. I text Faith that I’d arrived but I didn’t get a reply. I brushed it off and headed inside. I looked around to check she wasn’t already here and my eyes caught someone else’s. I walked towards him “Harry? What are you doing here?” I asked. He stood from the small table he was sat at. “I’m meeting Ethan.” He said casually. My eyes widened slightly then I shook my head “Faith.” I said now realising what was going on. “What?” He said, confused. “I told Faith I- um liked you and I guess she was trying to set us up.” I said awkwardly. “I told Ethan I liked you.” He laughed slightly. “You do?” I said with a slight tilt of my head. He nodded. I smiled “well we better make the most of this then.” I said.

We spent the entire date laughing and getting wasted. We forgave Ethan and Faith and actually thanked them for forcing us to admit our feelings.

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Firewatch Part 9

Summary: Johnny and Kyle come to a realisation and you take a chance to escape.

Words: 2.3k

CW: Kidnapping

You had mostly expected to wake up in Price's arms, but you instead woke up to see him asleep in one of the armchairs. He was a big man, it was a little ridiculous to see him sleeping in a chair. You glanced out the window, it looked like it was maybe late afternoon.

Had Price stayed the whole time then? If he was going to stay why not climb into bed with you since that clearly seemed to be their play here? It kept you so off balance that none of them had… Well there were plenty of horror stories on the news for you to imagine. And they had kidnapped you. Four men had kidnapped you and had made it clear they at least wanted you. It was starting to sink in that at any time they could decide to have you and there wouldn't be much you could do about it. But they hadn't. The one time one of them hadn't backed off as soon as you asked there had been consequences for him.

You felt more rested if still exhausted, but it was enough to feel anger building again. It was infuriating that they weren't monsters. You didn't want them to be because the thought was terrifying, but at least then you'd know where you stood. At least then you could be solid in hating them rather than finding them to be the kind of men you would have liked to have known before this mess.

It was a temptation to just roll over and go back to sleep in some form of protest, but you resisted and got out of bed as quietly as you could. Price didn’t stir and for a moment you had the mad thought that you could sneak out the window. You still didn’t have shoes, but if you snuck out and they didn’t notice would it give you enough of a head start? Would you even be able to navigate the woods? There was a dirt trail for cars to come to and from, it must go the whole way to town if the police had visited. If you followed it, kept just in the treeline so you weren’t so easily found…

You were starting to drift towards the window in a bit of a trance, the only thing snapping you out of it was the sound of voices somewhere else in the cabin. You paused and focused in to listen.

“--love her anymore?”

“Come on Soap, you think the same.”

“...aye maybe. Naw really what we signed up for is she?”

“That’s it, better bury our girl out in the yard then.”

“Och I’ll miss her ye ken? Spent so long loving her.”

You’d take your chances in the woods.

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“I think I might actually have a crush on her.”

Soap gave Gaz a look that belayed the fact he thought what had just come out of his mouth was utter nonsense. He was sat at the kitchen island, fingers rubbing the fabric of the blanket Ghost had stolen from your house. Dosia was grumpily headbutting Soap’s legs and then pretending she hadn’t now that nobody she actually liked was about to pay her any attention. He had originally tried to pet her and gotten hissed at, so now he was steadfastly pretending she wasn’t showing him any affection to make her feel better.

“Ye’ve been in love with her for a year and now ye have a crush?”

Gaz sighed and rested his head on his arm, staring at the fabric in his fingers. It was a blanket that didn’t seem like it belonged to you anymore. It had belonged to the girl he had loved that was true, but she had never existed had she? She was this delicate little thing, a pretty little dove he had wanted to keep on display and care for.

That was not the woman in the cabin with them. No, that woman was brash and swore and fought. She had fuck all manners when she ate and snorted when she laughed and was trying to pretend she hadn’t. She treated her cat like it was her baby. She wasn’t some innocent little lamb either, she was a great kisser and wasn’t shy about barking at him to shove his fingers in her. By all accounts, that woman was not someone he would ever think was one he would like.

It terrified him actually. You were real now and you were not what he thought, so why was it so easy for him to let that dream girl go? Why did he touch this blanket and not feel a damn thing after all that obsession? Instead there was another feeling bubbling up when he thought about you. He didn’t know if it was love, but then he was pretty sure what he had been feeling was never love in the first place. This new feeling was thrilling and fragile but he wanted to keep it.

“I like her. The real person. She’s sort of a pain in the arse but she’s fun.”

“The real person?”

“We really fucked it all up didn’t we?”

Soap sighed and leaned over the counter, head lolling into one hand while the other played with the edges of the blanket. The tangible object they had associated with you all this time. Or well, that they had associated with some imagined girl. They really had fucked it all up.

“So now ye just don’t love her anymore?”

“Come on Soap, you think the same.”

All things considered, he did. He smiled with a bittersweet fondness at the blanket, feeling like he was letting go of something.

“...aye maybe. Naw really what we signed up for is she?”

“That’s it, better bury our girl out in the yard then.”

The two looked at one another with a grin. It was a silly thing to bury a blanket. But it was what it represented that was important. It was burying an obsession with someone that wasn’t real, wasn’t a person. It was letting go of what they thought they had wanted and embracing what it was they had, because even after so short a span of time they had realised that what they had was so much better. It was real. You were real.

“Och I’ll miss her ye ken? Spent so long loving her.”

He shared a small smile with Gaz. Johnny didn’t know how to pick apart the flurry of emotions in him and figure out how he wanted this to end, he just knew he wanted to keep talking to you, learning about you. It was going to be a lot harder now to keep you here against your will now that he liked you as a real person, but he was nothing if not a selfish bastard.

They put the blanket lovingly aside, Johnny gave Dosia some scratches behind the ears which she duly pretended was not happening while purring and they got to work making a frankly irresponsible amount of brunch in the hopes they could get to your heart through your stomach.

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It was a miracle Price hadn’t woken up. A small part of you knew it meant he was exhausted as well, that this was hard on him. Well his two men were already about to get rid of you and presumably start again with a nicer, more receptive girl. She probably enjoyed cooking and cleaning. Was probably going to be wonderful and submissive and would never yell at them. Johnny would never lose his temper with her. Simon would never wind up punished because he lost control with her. Would Price go and buy her favourite shampoo? Would she like tasting oranges from Kyle’s fingers? You had.

The “road” really wasn’t much of a road. It was painful to walk on in bare feet and you were hissing every time you landed on a particularly sharp stone. You saw there was a pick up truck and considered stealing it, but you didn’t want to go searching for the keys knowing it increased the likelihood of you getting caught. When you glanced in just to make sure they weren’t in the car you saw it was a stick shift. Well that idea was out, you had learned on an automatic and would absolutely stall loudly if you tried to drive this thing.

So you were walking. Not running because you would absolutely wind up with a broken ankle and then you were really screwed. You could grit your teeth through it. Your mind drifted to what the hell you would say when you emerged. If you told the police the truth then all four of them were going to jail. If you lied then they would be free to take you again. Christ you felt bad enough about Simon being banished to the tower, could you handle all of them being put in a cell?

God it was sweltering, a stark comparison to how cold it had been last night. You had to take off the hoodie and tie it off around your waist. Maybe you should tear it apart to wrap around your feet? But then what happened when the sun set and the cold came in. You hoped you would be out of the woods by then. This place would be terrifying in the dark.

You stayed just off the road in the treeline, hoping that it would make it tricky to spot you from the tower if you were under the trees. At some point you stopped taking breaks fearing that if you stopped again you would not be able to get up. Your feet hurt, you were thirsty and hot and hungry. You wanted to curl up with your damn cat. It was with a dose of self-loathing that you realised you wanted to laugh with Kyle when she was mean to Johnny.

When you heard the distant rumble of the truck you moved further from the road, waiting for the sound to pass. They knew you were gone then. Were doing the most obvious thing first and going down the road to see if you were on it. You were far enough in the trees that you couldn’t see the road anymore. You hadn’t thought you had went that far, maybe only a few minutes, but you were turned around. You turned, trying to figure out which direction the road was with a mounting sense of panic.

Fuck. Idiot! You had seen the stories about what happened to people who went off the trail this far in the forest. It was fine near the edge where your cottage had been, where there were little walking trails (although admittedly the first few times you had ventured out you hadn’t spotted them), but this far out? You knew that they always said you should stay where you are, wait for someone to come and find you. Except they had no way of knowing which part of the road you had left from.

At least if you died it’d be on your own terms you tried to rationalise. They were going to kill you, but you had no guarantee they wouldn’t brutalise you first, so maybe wandering out never to be seen again was better. Just because your heart stupidly told you they were good people didn’t mean they were. You hoped they kept Dosia at least, they seemed fond enough of her.

You were angry at the tears welling up, knowing that you couldn’t really afford to lose any hydration. There was a sudden bitter regret for making fun of those survivalist shows. You should have paid attention. Were you supposed to try get to high ground? No, you should find water. Did you just pick the direction that was your best guess to get to the road? You’d be able to see the stars when the sun fully set, and the brightest would be North you thought. Didn’t much help knowing North because you could not visualise a map.

Your feet were so sore now. You sat against a tree, the discomfort of sitting on the ground vastly outweighed by the relief of getting weight off of your feet. You didn’t want to look and see how bad it was so you ignored it. You just let your head fall back against the tree trunk and closed your eyes, imagining you were back home. If the men that had kidnapped you were in your little imagining it was not something you would ever admit out loud.

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Simon Riley did another rotation. Price had called it in an hour ago and ordered him to keep a watch for you while they searched on the ground. Fuck he was so mad at you, what were you thinking? When they got you back he was going to cuff you to the fucking bed anytime they left you alone. Night was falling, the temperature was dropping.

“Come on sweetheart, give me something” he mumbled, looking for any sign from the trees.

You would never have made it on foot even if you had taken the road, not without shoes, not so late in the day. It got dark out here, so dark you could barely tell where you were going without a torch. What the fuck had happened while he was gone? He trusted his team, he couldn’t entertain the idea that they might have been so cruel to you that you thought dying out there was better.

It was another 8 hours until there was finally an update from Price over the radio.

“Found her. Get home Simon, she’s in a bad way.”

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Best Friends (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You and Steve are best friends, but your friendship is tested when someone tells you he has feelings for you.

Best Friends (Part 1)

You woke up in your bed, trying to figure out how you got there, what day it was, what time. It was one of those sleeps, that deep sleep where when you wake up and you forget your own damn name. You grabbed your phone and checked the time, 2:30pm!? You jumped out of bed, quickly getting dressed, you were late for training, you texted Bucky letting him know you overslept and that you’ll be in the gym as soon as possible. You ran down the stairs and into the gym where Bucky was already starting his training “I’m so sorry, I overslept.” He smiled and nodded “It’s okay, I just started.” You were a little suspicious, Bucky would normally groan and make some sarcastic comment but he didn’t he smiled at you. You shrugged it off, and started your workout, usually you would listen to music but for some reason Bucky wanted to talk. “You and Steve have been getting pretty cozy lately.” You slowed down the treadmill to a walk “We’re best friends, that’s it.” Bucky chuckled “Steve is my best friend” You rolled your eyes and looked over at him “We can share, and besides so what you know I have a huge crush on him but he doesn’t feel the same way. So I’m trying to move on.” You shrugged your shoulders getting off of the treadmill, moving over to the punching bag, Bucky quickly followed. “All I’m saying is, don’t give up. Us men. We’re a little slow sometimes.” You groaned quietly placing your forehead on the punching bag “Dude, Im here to train not talk about my crush on Steve, so please can you drop it?” Bucky threw his hands up and walked away, you’ve never seen Bucky give up so fast before, it almost makes you think he’s hiding something from you. Bucky is also unpredictable, so this very well could be normal. You finished your workout and went back to your room for a shower.

Later on that day, you, Steve, and Bucky were sitting in the living room talking about a mission Steve was gonna be on, it was mainly them talking you would speak up every once in a while but ultimately you weren't listening, you were in your own little world thinking about the conversation you and Bucky had in the gym. Why was he so worried about your crush on Steve, did Bucky like you? No can't be Bucky is a very outspoken person although very private he would've told you if he liked you. You couldn't shake what he said, I mean men are a little slow but why would Bucky openly admit that. You realized you were zoning out when you felt 2 pair of eyes on you, you looked over and smiled "Sorry I was lost in thought." Steve chuckled and pat your head "It's okay, all I said was I won't be back until Saturday I was hoping we could watch movies when I came back" You nodded your head “Yeah, that sounds great.” He smiled at you then went off to go do something you weren’t really listening, you tried but you still couldn’t wrap your head around how Bucky was acting earlier “Whatcha thinking about over there?” Your head snapped towards Bucky’s direction but you didn’t make eye contact, you looked past him hoping he couldn’t see the gears turning in your head “Oh, I figured I’d get a jump on what movie we’d watch.” Bucky nodded like he didn’t believe you, and how could he, you weren’t very convincing. “You know you can tell me anything right?” You nodded and stood up to leave “I want to talk, I just need to gather my thoughts first.” Bucky nodded and watched you walk away, he wanted to follow but he knew that you’d talk to him when you were ready. You stayed in your room the rest of the day, you were trying to figure out how to ask Bucky if he likes you and if he does, you gotta figure out how to let him down so you two will still be friends, you valued your friendship more than anything in the entire world you would never jeopardize that and you know he wouldn’t either.

You got up and walked back down to the living room hoping Bucky would be there alone, and there he was sitting down with Steve watching a movie “Hey, where was my invite?” You pouted playfully plopping down between them “We’re sorry, doll we thought you were sleeping” doll? Bucky has never called you doll before you were confused but you also felt Steve’s leg tense up beside you, what the hell was going on with them, you rolled your eyes and stood up “Since neither of you smart guys got snacks, I’ll be in the kitchen making popcorn.” You walked over to the kitchen and started making popcorn. “Doll? Are you kidding me Bucky?” Bucky smirked and looked over at Steve “Funny how Friday is your cutoff day and you won’t be back until Saturday.” Steve tensed up again “This isn’t fair I have a mission.” Bucky nodded and looked at you struggling to open the popcorn bag “True, but you also had a day before you mission to tell her.” He slowly turned his head looking back at Steve, who was just staring he knew he should’ve done it already, and if he doesn’t do it tonight, Bucky would. Finally, you came back to them and sat down with a huge bowl of popcorn “So, what are we watching?” You looked between them then back at the screen “Sam suggested Scream, so we thought we’d give it a shot.” You nodded and glued your eyes to the screen, every so often the boys would jump at a scary part to which you would giggle, they fought some pretty scary stuff and they find this movie scary. When the movie was over Bucky suggested another scary movie but Steve wasn’t having it “I’m going to bed, you guys have fun.” You watched as he stood up and walked away “Goodnight, Steve” You turned towards Bucky looking at him “We need to talk.” Bucky looked up at you “Uh oh, I’m in trouble.” You shook your head, giggling a bit. “No no, uh I don’t know how to say this.” He raised his eyebrow “What’s wrong?” You shifted in your seat “I need to know how you feel about me” He furrowed his eyebrows “What do you mean?” You sighed throwing your head back “Do you like me?” He chuckled and nodded “Well, yeah.” You shook your head “No, I mean do you like me like me?” He thought for a second confused, then it hit him and it sent him into a fit of laughter “Oh god, no Y/N don’t get me wrong you’re amazing and very beautiful but you are like a sister to me and our friendship is too valuable to me.” You let out a breath “Thank god, I said the same thing I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship” You smiled wide and leaned over and hugged him, when you pulled back Bucky looked over, you followed his eyeline and there was Steve, he looked upset he didn’t say a word he just walked away. You were confused “What was that about?” You looked over at Bucky who had his head down “Shit, shit” He mumbled under his breath, he got up and ran to Steve’s room, when he got to his door he heard things being thrown around he walked in watching Steve throw his pillows around the room “Steve, calm down.” Steve was now pacing around the room, Bucky knew how much you meant to Steve, but Steve didn’t know that the hug was strictly platonic. “Steve, get a grip.” He stopped pacing and looked at Bucky “Get a grip? What the hell was that down there?!” Bucky put his hands out keeping the distance between them comfortable. “You need to tell her how you feel, she’s getting suspicious and she thought I had a crush on her.” Steve relaxed and sat down on his bed “Bucky, I have never been so nervous in my life. I have to tell her, but I need more time please.” Bucky shook his head “We had a deal, and we’re sticking to it.” Steve threw his head back “Fine. I’ll tell her in the morning.” Bucky nodded and put his hands down “Are you okay?” Steve nodded “I’m sorry for blowing up like that.” Bucky shrugged and chuckled “It’s okay, I understand.”

It was the next morning, and Steve is no where to be found he said he would say goodbye before leaving but it looks like he already left, you saw Bucky walk into the kitchen “Hey, is Steve still sleeping?” Bucky raised an eyebrow “He didn’t say goodbye to you?” You shook your head, you could see in Bucky’s face he was pissed but you didn’t know why, you didn’t question it either, it was better if you didn’t. He walked away and left you there wondering what was going on, why didn’t Steve say goodbye? Was it because he saw you hug Bucky the night before and now thinks that you two are a thing? What is going on?! The next few days seemed to fly by, although Steve was only gone for 2 days you still missed him and couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow night when he comes home, you missed the nightly movie, the cuddles, the snack, his laugh, smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles big, his smile was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him smiling because of you. Suddenly you were pulled from your thoughts by a knock at your bedroom door, you knew it wasn’t Steve because he has a special knock, yeah corny I know but you loved it. You walked over and opened the door revealing Bucky “Hey what’s up?” Bucky looked like he was up to something but then again when isn’t he. “We gotta talk.” You nodded and stepped aside letting him come in, he didn’t sit down even though there were many comfy chairs just spread out “Steve likes you.” You froze while you were shutting the door “W-What?” You finally looked over at Bucky and he’s staring straight at you “Scratch that, Steve is in love with you.” Your throat got dry and made it hard to swallow “Why are you telling me this?” You couldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t, Bucky sighed and walked over to stand in front of you. “He was supposed to tell you this morning and yesterday, and for the past year.” Your eyes widen, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Steve loves you, you love him too but you always thought it was one sided. “Okay, okay what do i do?” That’s when Bucky started to smile and that was scary sometimes “Steve actually comes back tonight, so why don’t we put together a little movie night.” You shook your head “No, I gotta do something big. Meet me on the roof in an hour.” He nodded and you both went your separate ways.

You went to the store picking up all the snacks he likes, you got him some flowers, you thought that might’ve been too girly but who doesn’t love getting flowers? You got some LED lights and candles a couple cute stuffed animals, you’ve never done this for anyone before and you were glad it was for Steve, he meant the world to you. You got back to the compound and went straight to the roof, where Bucky was setting up a white sheet and a projector he looked over at you and smiled “You look amazing.” You thanked him and looked around “Bucky this is great” You stood in awe as you watched him finish tacking the sheet to “Yeah, well don’t tell Tony about this he warned me before not to.” You smiled and set up the lights and candles you didn’t light them yet just in case he was late, laying out the comforter and pillows you two will be leaning on, you set up the bowls and put the snacks in them along with the various drinks you got because you couldn’t decide on what to get. You stood back admiring the cute scene in front of you “This is so cute it’s making me sick.” You playfully shoved Bucky’s shoulder rolling your eyes. “Just send Steve up when he gets here, tell him to come up here immediately” Bucky nodded and went downstairs to wait, you looked around smiling “I hope this goes well.” 2 hours went by and you got a text from Bucky saying Steve was on his way up, you hurried and lit all the candles and stood there waiting for him, you tapped your fingertips against the outside of your thighs you could hear him grunting at the top of the stairs before he opened the door “Hey, Bucky said- Woah what’s all this?” You took a deep breath and stared at him smiling wide “I like you too, Steve.” His eyes widened as he dropped his bag “Bucky told you?” You nodded watching him walk towards you “Believe me, Y/N I wanted to tell you I promise it just wasn’t the right time-“ You cut him off by placing your lips against his, Steve had a tendency to ramble on and on apologizing about nothing. Steve finally kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. The kiss was innocent and sweet yet there was something that laid beneath it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, you wanted Steve in more than just a physical way, you wanted him for everything he is, mind, body, soul, his personality was the thing that struck you as hard as a rock, he was everything you’ve ever dreamt of and more. The two of you pulled back, breathless and happy “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” You smiled up at Steve, then led him to your makeshift bed where you two talked, laughed and watched your favorite movies together.

A/N: I hope you guys like it.

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my-on-and-off-writingstuff · 1 year

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First blood |Troublemaker Universe| Daemon x Reader

Summary: Reader experiences her first period and feels the pressure of becoming a woman. based upon a request

Author note: Reader is underage so still very much platonic. on a different note: I don’t think I will write big pieces for the troublemaker series but drabbles are welcome if you think about something! (Link to the troublemaker part 1 can be found here)

- masterlist

106 AC

Daemon followed your form as you ran from the great banquet hall. He raised his eyebrow watching your table intensely your father moved his hands while laughing with the men around him. During the evening every so often he had tried to gain your attention however he had failed all night. Your eyes had been glued to your plate the entire night. Even when one of the most famous bards of the Westeros performed you had not looked up once. Your mother excused herself quickly after to follow you, which raised his suspicion. He knew you were not a very emotional person in public. Which makes you running out of a full hall very out of character.

“Daemon are you listening?” my brothers’ voice sounds harsh in an attempt to gain my attention. I look at him for a split second before standing up from my seat. The heavy chair makes a screeching noise while doing so. “Daemon?” He asks once more attracting the attention of the people around him. The whole table that Daemon was seated at was looking at him now. Curious about his sudden moves and agitated impression. However, he did not bother with addressing any of the stares as he hurried out of the hall.

The contrast between the full hall and the hallway was day and light. As the doors fell shut after him, the sounds of the loud hall quieted down. Where could you have gone? your room would be unlikely as it would be the first place your mother would look for you. As you had entered your teenage years, you had pushed back against your mother. Especially with the image your mother wanted you to be A prime lady. So, he followed his gut to the place he had met you for the first time, which in the time had become your comfort place.

Lo, and behold he found you behind the Weirwood tree. He had not noticed you at first until he saw a peek of your light-colored dress, forming a big contrast against the darkness of the tree bark. “Little troublemaker?” your little sniffles stop and the Godswood goes quiet. Daemon smiles to himself as he rounds the tree. Your form coming into full view. “I know you are there?” you turn your head away from him while quickly trying to wipe your tears.

“What’s wrong love?” Daemon lowers himself next to you and softly wraps his arm around you. “I am going to die!” you snob while resting your head on his arm. He feels like his heart is skipping a beat after those words carefully he unwinds from you and takes your head between his hand. “Listen you are not going to die, whatever you need, you are going to get.” You scoff softly at him while removing your head from his head. “Not in that way, I have gotten my first bleeding.” The outburst makes you a bit uncomfortable, being drilled from a young age that these were not appropriate subjects to talk with a men about. Your eyes move toward the stars.

“Oh…” is the only thing he says after a minute of silence. Your eyes find Daemon again and you almost smile when you see the flustered look on his face. With no sisters nobody every confronted him about a woman’s first bleeding, and he looked as uncomfortable as you felt. “The big bad prince, scared of a little girl’s blood?” You tease him while elbowing him into the side. He smiles at you and shakes his head, but the flush on his cheeks is not disappearing. “Well, at least you are laughing again.” He mumbles. You turn serious again after remembering the reason you were crying in the first place.

“They are going to marry me off, the moment I woke up with the blood on the sheets, they started talking about it, which house would bring forwards the best candidate.” You huff softly. “That does not mean you are dying; it is the path for every young woman,” Daemon explains while lowering himself so he could lie down. “But it is, mom said I am now fertile, which means I can bear children, have no say in my life anymore, and will be destined to be a wife to a boring old man instead of being able to go out and explore the world, so in a way my life is going to end.” You shudder at the thought of being tied down and not being able to dictate your life.

A heavy silence falls between you, and you direct your attention back to the stars above you. “Would it truly be so bad, you will be a lady, well settled, even a few children perhaps?” Daemon asks while keeping his gaze on the sky. “A lady without freedom.” You mumble. Daemon’s presence had been able to calm you down a little bit but now the agitation had returned. “Fine, I promise that you would not be married off to the highest bidder unless you agree with it.” At those words, you sit up and look at him in disbelief. “What, how, you can’t do that.” He chuckles at the faces you make while processing his words. “Don’t you worry about it; I will find a way.” Your face lights up in delight and the shine returns to your eyes. “Even if you get in trouble for it?” he nods and holds out his pinky, you are quick to hook your pinky around his. “I will always get in trouble for you.”

106 AC

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xelasrecords · 10 months

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As Daylight Comes

Han Jumin x MC

Jumin and MC have been married for a while, and their friendship with Jihyun is stronger than ever, so what better way to spend their morning together than to have breakfast with a side of teasing and musing on life?

Challenging myself to write a fluffy domestic scene because I realised I rarely write one. I also wanted to write Jihyun with his good ending personality because I barely see it in fics, so here he is at his healthiest mentally.

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The two men's hushed laughter eased her awake, the morning sun a soft gleam behind her closed eyelids. The first voice was clear and deep, one that she heard every day and night spoken like an oath to her soul. The second was gentler, a pleasant lilting voice that she and her husband often heard in their regular calls. She smiled to herself and threw the covers aside; she had already known who she would see before reaching the doorway. They were the sounds that she knew well and loved.

At the dining table, Jumin, her Jumin, was sitting with his back facing her, the sleeves of his navy sweater rolled up. He was leaning forwards, engrossed in telling what she was sure to be a fascinating idea he had recently thought of and possibly should not ever be acted upon. Jihyun was sitting on the other side, his head ducked in an attempt to smother his laughter, mint hair catching the glimmer of sunlight that passed through the floor-length windows as he moved.

Her heart felt whole at the sight of their dearest friend. Finally, they were together. They did not have to painstakingly arrange calls that were always cut too short by their own lives anymore.

Watching them, she didn't think it was possible for them to be any less content than they were now and almost didn't want to intrude. Jumin's sincere laugh, the unrestrained kind only she could pull out, was floating across their spacious home. But she knew them, and knew that they would rather her join them and make their happiness complete. Time did not wear out their love for her, or her love for them. It strengthened their bond, pulling them in tighter than ever.

She could never grow tired of it. It was a feeling she had become accustomed to, yet still marvelled at the wonder, the near impossibility of it.

She padded across the room, the light granite floor cold beneath her feet, and slid her arm around Jumin's shoulders. "Wonderful morning everyone. I wasn't aware we had company." She pressed her lips against his mussed black hair, catching a faint whiff of fresh wild cedar. Jihyun, having seen her approach, visibly brightened and gave her a wide smile, one she graciously returned.

With one hand around her waist, Jumin pulled her onto his lap and kissed her shoulder, sliding up the thin strap of her loose top that had drooped down. "The company had stopped by unannounced."

Jihyun looked sheepish. "I'm sorry we woke you up. I thought we had been quiet enough."

"I'm honestly furious that you didn't wake me up earlier," she said good-naturedly. "Were you just going to leave if I didn't?"

"Jumin told me how you had to stay up all night for work. I didn't want to disturb you."

She waved it away and picked up a turkey sandwich in front of her, eating it with enthusiasm. "Disturb me all you want. I welcome it."

"Are you sure you don't need more rest?" Jumin murmured into her ear, both arms circling her waist. "I could force him to stay until you wake up later. Glue him to the chair with a powerful adhesive or a magic spell. I may not be the pioneer of creativity, but I have brought several creative projects to fruition. I could think of something."

"With determination comes great result?" she suggested.

"Exactly. There is no reason I can't attempt sorcery if nothing else works."

She turned around and winked. "I could help you with the enchantment."

He sighed into the crook of her neck. "This is why I married you, my exceptional wife. You are ever supportive and full of love."

Jihyun smiled despairingly into his slice of sandwich. "Why are you two the way you are?"

She and Jumin shrugged in one coordinated movement.

As she scanned the table for more food, she realised there were a variety of sandwiches and fruits spread across the marble top. Silently, she sent Jihyun her gratitude for bringing an abundance of anything other than pancakes. However much she loved Jumin, she was quite sick of slathering strawberry jam or maple syrup or even more strawberries on the pancakes he made.

The fruit assortment interestingly lacked strawberries too.

"This sandwich is good, Jihyun. Did you make this?" She examined her second helping of a toasted cheese sandwich in her hand. The cheese was still oozing when she bit into it.

He grinned. "Ah, it is?"

She performed a dramatic moan. "Orgasmically so."

She held back her laugh at the mischievous glint in his sea-green eyes. Truthfully, she might have sent a text to Jihyun to save her from a lifetime of pancake breakfast. And he might have responded to her plea with utmost seriousness and come to her rescue the very next day.

It was a possibility that they might have conspired on something that would have mildly offended Jumin, yes.

Some secrets were best kept as secrets.

But Jumin, blissfully oblivious, was studying her with extreme amusement. "I have to remind you that we skipped our morning sex. If you are heavily aroused, you only need to ask." His voice had dropped low, his breathing fanning her neck. "I will give you everything that you desire. It is what I wish for myself as well."

She leaned against his chest and whispered, "Make it an afternoon quickie. Let's do it later."

"So you're giving me the order to wait." His hands ran up the inside of her bare thighs until they reached the lining of her shorts, his clothed knees nudging her legs open. She suppressed a shiver; familiar was his touch to her, a pleasurable rush still spread across her skin whenever he did it. "What do I get in return? A fair bargain has to benefit both parties."

She squirmed against his thighs on purpose, knowing the friction would crack his composure. "You get a lesson in patience," she drawled, voice low and raspy, "and I get to watch you exercise your iron will. I will be satisfied. Didn't you want me to feel good?"

Jumin looked scandalised. "In nowhere would that be constituted as a fair deal, and patience is a virtue I have long been practising. I wish to propose an alternative."

"Shall I take my leave?" Jihyun interrupted. "I don't have to see to know what you two are doing down there."

"Nothing!" Hastily, she put away Jumin's hands and grabbed Jihyun's over the table before he could stand, ignoring Jumin's huffing. "Please stay. We are two very chaste adults."

Jihyun's smile was wry. "That's not what I heard about your sex life."

"You told him?" She whirled on Jumin. "I thought you'd have more respect for my intimate life. This is a breach of my privacy. I'd never got a betrayal of this magnitude, and from my own husband!"

"Interesting," Jumin said. "Would you like to know how he reacted when I recounted our latest session? He was not surprised. Not one bit. In fact, he was too ready to supply a reaction. I have to wonder if he had prepared himself beforehand."

She narrowed her eyes at Jihyun. "You traitor."

"I was just trying to be supportive, but I suppose Jumin has always been too good at reading my intentions." Jihyun shook his head regretfully.

"That's right," Jumin said, a smug tone in his voice. He was always proud when he could prove their decades of friendship through their mutual understanding.

With a scoff, she shifted to the chair beside him and scooped a handful of blueberries and an egg sandwich into his plate before doing the same for Jihyun. When she looked down, she saw that Jihyun had filled hers as well. For a while, the dining room was silent as they dug into their meal, save for the cutleries clinking against plates and fabrics rustling when they helped each other with more food and drinks.

She could live like this every day, she thought. It wouldn't be so bad to have Jihyun here more often. Jumin was one of the kindest people she had ever known, but he had edges that remained sharp and could only soften in the presence of his best friend. Jumin with Jihyun was fully at peace, and Jihyun was no different. He spoke his mind without holding back and did not hesitate to share his art with him. Between them was a sense of safety she never found between anyone else.

Anyone else except her own friendship with him.

Jihyun meant just as much to her, and she to him. They would sacrifice their sleep if one was ringing up the other in dire trouble, despite being on opposite sides of the globe. And sometimes Jumin would leave them to talk into the night while he slept, knowing they had things they were more comfortable sharing alone, though he would chide her for the black rings under her eyes in the morning and fuss over her.

Jumin was never jealous. Rather, he was delighted that his wife got along well with his best friend and had no qualms announcing it whenever he could, not caring if anyone thought it strange. To him, the joy of seeing the two people he loved the most being close surpassed other petty emotions. She could read it on his face. It would have broken his heart if they found each other's company distasteful.

She wondered if it was the same for Jumin, if he could see that she cherished Jihyun and had missed him too. She might have entered their lives later, but time did not dictate closeness. If someone were to be taken out of the equation, the other two would be left flailing, stranded with half of their string cut.

She felt the three of them were always better when they existed in the same space.

"Did you know why he came here?" Jumin cut through her thoughts and gestured at Jihyun. "He claimed to have forgotten his camera. Under normal circumstances, I would have accepted it as a reasonable excuse, except he has done this three times."

"You said it like it's a bad thing. Do you not want me to drop by?" Jihyun asked mildly.

Jumin raised his brows. "You're an artist. You could have come up with a more creative excuse."

She straightened up and looked right into Jihyun's lively eyes. They were the eyes that had freed themselves from the sorrow that plagued his younger, more foolish years. "Ignore this cynical guy. He doesn't know that joy is found in little things. I, for one, commend you for your intricate planning. That is some strategising and determination you have shown. Anyone who doesn't appreciate your effort shouldn't be eating your food." She glared at Jumin.

"Thank you for recognising my effort, but that isn't all." Jihyun paused. "I also missed you. I enjoyed my trip, but the places I visited made me yearn to come back because you weren't there. Of course, I speak including you, Jumin."

"I see I have been demoted to an afterthought," remarked Jumin.

"That is what you get for acting all mighty." She rose to fetch a glass of orange juice from across the table, Jumin holding back the front of her loose white top as she leaned, but Jihyun was faster. He had noticed what she had been eyeing before and placed the glass in front of her. She smiled gratefully at him; she doubted there was anyone more eager to help than Jihyun. It was a quality she and Jumin liked to discuss admiringly among themselves.

Jumin settled back into his seat and picked a grape from the centre platter. "I don't appreciate the poor translation of my intention."

"At least you know you can rhyme," she said and turned to Jihyun. "You have to know how much he pined for you. He stared out the window like a Victorian lady waiting for her husband to be relieved from his duty. I thought he was one second away from being locked in the attic." She shook her head solemnly. "So close to being driven to madness from yearning."

Jumin let out a flat gasp. "Why, I never."

"Nevertheless," she pounced on, "I am not without conscience and virtue to lock anyone away, especially when that person is someone of my own heart, so I had no choice but to persist. Have some pity on me, I beg you!" She clutched at her chest.

Jihyun burst into laughter, which produced a small smile from Jumin. "All right, I'll admit I missed you," Jumin gave in. "I could use seeing you more often."

A brief look of wonder flashed in Jihyun's eyes, searching Jumin's and was quickly reassured when they recognised the familiar fondness in his unwavering gaze. The steel in Jumin's grey eyes dared Jihyun to refute it, but he wouldn't, not this grown version of him.

Some people struggled with getting used to being loved unabashedly. She recalled when Jihyun was a younger boy and how he would rather stake himself than accept the love he was given, but that was long ago. Time and their persistence in loving him had encouraged him to be brave, and Jihyun himself had learned to allow people to love him. The vulnerability of baring your soul to love someone could be unbearable, but believing you were worthy of love could be just as unthinkable.

She was glad he had Jumin to rely on when they were children, and Jumin had him to be his true self with. What had been a constant, stumbling search for faith in each other had grown into intrinsic trust.

"How long can we do this still?" she wondered aloud. "Sometimes I feel like we haven't changed—we have eaten together like this more times than I could count—but we're not who we were anymore, are we?"

"Four hundred and five times," Jumin stated. "Barring other types of gatherings and casual hang-outs. A lot of things have happened since the first one." He lifted her hand against his lips and kissed the back of it reverently. She remembered the time before they fell for each other and how after they had, their connection had become more intimate than she had thought possible.

"You keep track, I should've guessed." Jihyun's voice held infinite softness. "It was an eternity ago. Goodness, we were such wide-eyed kids then."

"Perhaps the time we have left doesn't matter as much as the time we have shared together—the time we are sharing now," Jumin said. "But sometimes as I'm living in the present, I can already see how we will be entombed in history, though it's a memory that I will look back on fondly."

"Please don't say 'entombed'," she said. "Memories don't die just because they have passed. We keep them alive, just like this. We'll continue to talk about nonsense and eat good food and be there for one another. Otherwise, we wouldn't have anything to hold on to when life gets hard."

"Or maybe we won't do this forever. We can't tell what the future holds," Jihyun mused. "Change is the natural order of the universe, but in this life full of changes, I can always count on you two to be here for me, to make me happy." He smiled at them, the corner of his eyes crinkling. Jumin nodded contentedly, and she laid her head on his shoulder, sharing his peace.

"I certainly would be appalled if I stayed the same all these years." She shuddered. "I like that we change together, that our new shapes still fit each other somehow. I've grown out of enough friendships to know that this isn't always the case."

"I'm afraid I cannot comment much on friendships." Jumin frowned. "My friendship with Jihyun is the only true one that I have, but it wouldn't be complete if you never came into my life—our lives. I will always be thankful for that. You brought us all closer."

With an arm propped on the table, she watched Jumin's thoughtful expression and eased the crease between his forehead. He had spoken aloud of what she was thinking about earlier, the completeness of the bond between the three of them. It was funny, how sometimes it was as if his mind and hers were intertwined. The time they spent together has left an indisputable mark, seemingly without her notice.

Time was often like that. One day you clambered through life with cuts on your knees and found yourself standing on steadier ground, wiser but irreparably changed in the next. It did not beat on a steady rhythm; it sprinted and languished at the exact moments you wished it not to.

"Everything he said was true," Jihyun reached over the table to squeeze her hand. It was soft in her touch. "You're a blessing on earth. I was right to come here right away."

"Meeting us is always the right decision," said Jumin adamantly.

"Except if he's asking you to translate an ancient necromancy spellbook that's ninety-nine per cent fake, then maybe it isn't a good idea to be here," she added.

"Ninety-nine per cent?" Jumin sounded offended. "It's disrespectful to equate a book that holds mystical wonders unimaginable to mankind to a lousy disinfectant."

Jihyun ignored him and looked at her warily.

"He made me light up pungent-smelling candles around the house with him. I still don't want to know what kind of candles they were." She grimaced at the memory. "We had to move out for a few weeks until the smell disappeared."

Jihyun wrinkled his nose at Jumin. "What dead creature were you trying to raise?"

"A mouse that my bodyguard accused Elizabeth the Third has killed. Petty murders are below a lady as dignified as she," he declared with conviction. "I should know."

A look of surprise passed over Jihyun's face. "And you care enough about the mouse to call it back from death?" he asked slowly.

"I needed to put it under interrogation to extract the exact cause of its death," Jumin said. "It was imperative that I clear Elizabeth the Third's name."

"Naturally," she cut in cheerfully. "When one dies, one can simply be revived and questioned about one's lethal injury. No worries whatsoever that recalling the event might be traumatic to them."

"Did it, um"—Jihyun struggled to find the right word—"come alive?"

Jumin sighed in defeat. "I would have to try again another time."

"You would not." Her tone was severe. "You will either lose the truth of Elizabeth the Third's innocence or me. Your choice."

Jumin looked tortured, but she did not budge. Jihyun's eyes danced between them with amusement.

Eventually, Jumin splayed his hands out in resignation. "I shall comply with your wishes."

She patted his arm. "It's for the best. You don't want to accidentally exorcise the whole world with your corpse-raising activities. I can only support your hobbies up to a point, love."

At that, Jihyun chortled into his drink and Jumin shot him a betrayed look, though he still offered his handkerchief to him. "Not that I don't believe in you," Jihyun said when he calmed down, "but your experiments tend to be disastrous. Maybe you should consider those around you. We're the ones who have to deal with your mess."

Jumin crossed his arms. "You two have no loyalty towards me, especially you, dear lovely wife." He tilted his head at her. "You're supposed to be the love of my life. My sworn life partner for eternity."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, I did agree to glue Jihyun earlier. Was that not enough?"

"This is about me now?" asked Jihyun.

She produced a coy smile. "You're always in our hearts."

Jumin, seeing the opportunity to shift the blame, quickly said, "That's true."

"You two have sadistic hearts," Jihyun pointed out.

"Don't even try to deny that sadism isn't what you're into," she said and grinned when his cheeks heated up. "I know about your fantasies too."

Unfortunately, Jumin took this moment to inspect the table and made an astute observation, cutting off Jihyun's stammering. "It has occurred to me that we have too many sandwiches and no pancake in sight."

Her and Jihyun's attention snapped on each other, eyes widening in horror.

"Did you know how easy it is to make a strawberry pancake, Jihyun? We could eat it every day," Jumin went on.

"We could, yes," Jihyun said tactfully, "but it doesn't mean we should. Anything too much could make you sick, my friend."

"And I'm full," she chimed in. "Maybe next time?"

"She did eat a lot earlier," Jihyun said.

"Did you?" Jumin stared at her with suspicion.

She leaned back and rubbed her stomach. "A whole lot. If you force me to eat, I'd have no choice but to vomit everything onto your lap. That would disrespect Jihyun's hard work on packing all this food, and I'd be sick and have to eat again—which would be a major annoyance with a burned throat—and you'd have to change into stripeless pants."

Jumin looked puzzled. "But I have other striped pants."

"Not if I used all of them to clean up the vomit."

He sighed but relented. "If you say so."

When Jumin averted his gaze, she breathed out a silent air of relief and felt Jihyun nudging her foot beneath the table, a playful twinkle in his eyes. His lips were pressed into a flat line, fighting the smile threatening to break his sympathetic ruse. She prodded his foot back and gave him a light shrug.

Not long after, Jihyun would have to leave for yet another thing and she and Jumin would have to count the days until the next time they met. But it was not their concern yet. Right now, the murmurs of their talk and the music of their laughs were enough for her. There was nothing to complain about when they made her happy.

Distance and frequency of meetings did not matter. She could have one minute with them together and still be satisfied, however temporary the satisfaction might be. A mere minute would make her yearn for more until they piled up to make an infinite, but she was not demanding. Whatever little time they could carve out of their routine was enough.

This was good. They were happy and radiant and comfortable that she allowed herself to believe that it could last forever.

And it would. Their love would never wane.

Footnotes:

One thing I love about their friendship is how honest they are with their appreciation. They're not ashamed of showing that they care, and their elegant linguistic style (though V's is more casual than Jumin's) makes it easy to write their vulnerable feelings just as they are. They don't toughen up their words or purposely censor them when they get emotional. They're fluent in articulating their feelings, and I think this would be even more natural when they've all been close for a long time.

The domestic scene challenge was made easier since I was vibrating with giddiness to express more love for Jumin and V. I'm the happiest when I write about love and them. Grinning maniacally every time I type their story out.

Before anyone comes at me, I don't think Jumin would be jealous. He could be possessive when he's gripped by his darker thoughts, but in this phase of his life, he's stable. He's secure in his marriage, he has a grounded relationship that's nurtured over the years with MC, and he shares a safe emotional space with V. Everyone is at their best here. The three of them have complete trust and respect for each other.

When I first started writing here, I used to think I have to make the MC's personality neutral enough so that most readers could relate, but now it's free real estate. I do whatever I want.

I was nostalgic about my college days' friendship, hence the more sombre tone in the middle. It feels natural in my friendships to joke around and make sexual quips in one moment and reflect on life in the next. I wanted to recreate that safety and sense of belonging I used to feel.

This was supposed to be finished earlier but I suddenly went through a friendship breakup during the editing stage, so I couldn't find it in me to write about the joys of friendship when I just severed one of mine. She was my close friend for almost a decade. I still think about her from time to time.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#experimenting my ot3 dynamic #well this isn't an ot3 per se but i love these men #xela writes #jumin x mc #jihyun kim platonic #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #jumin han #mystic messenger v #jumin han fluff #jumin han comfort #jihyun kim comfort #mysme #mystic messenger fanfic #jumin han fic #jihyun kim fic

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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Hypocrite (Re write)// Viktor.

Viktor x gender neutral!reader.

A/N: I'm having the big sad so I rewrote this to distract my mind.

Summary: Viktor helps you.

Working at the academy was hard, tiring and mentally exhausting for anyone, but working with Hextech meant all that doubles up.

And for your luck Jayce became a council which meant more work for you and Viktor, less hours for sleep and eat.

The last couple of days has been hard for you, and it showed.

Viktor could tell you were at least, not sleeping well, but you have told him you were better than ever.

He turned around from his station, looking at you, inspecting your mannerism.

"Are you alright, love?" His accent woke you up from your thoughts, you spinned your chair around facing him with a smile.

"I am!— What about you, Vikky?" You said friendly.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired" He said, his lips turned into a shy smile, your cheeks felt warm, Gods he is so pretty.

You turned back to your station and he did the same.

You stood up quickly for something; after a couple of steps blurry vision and dizziness hits you, your hand reaches for something to support yourself.

"Viktor" You called, he turned around quickly, you sounded worried; his golden eyes widen, he grabbed his cane and rushed to hold you.

"What happened, love? Are you feeling alright?—"

"Everything— is blurry, Viktor—"

Everything went black.

Viktor isn't the strongest, you fell into the ground, he kneeled down making sure you didn't hit your head.

His hand brushed your cheek slightly, he panicked, his heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

The door of the lab opened.

"Viktor? Is everything okay?" Jayce said, he sees Viktor and you on the floor, Viktor looks at him, he looks desperate, like he has seen a dead body.

"Stay here, Viktor, I'll get the nurse, calm down okay?." Jayce said, Viktor nodded slightly.

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You opened your eyes slowly, the harsh light making it harder, a slight headache still haunting you.

You spotted Viktor besides you, sitting on a chair, slowly you covered your eyes from the light, Jayce was on the door.

Both men looked worry sick.

"Ugh— What happened?" You asked, Viktor looked at Jayce, the taller man nodded and leaved the room.

"You—passed out on the lab" He said low.

You know this tone, he is mad.

"The doctor said you were overworking yourself and that you weren't taking proper care of yourself" He said, you looked at your hands.

"That you weren't resting enough" He continued, his tone was angrier, he took a deep breath.

"He said you haven't sleep in days at least, and that you were dehydrated" He said, he wait for a response but you kept your head down.

"And that you haven't eaten anything on days!" His accent got stronger, not a scream, just strong enough to make you understand the gravity.

You looked at him, he was crying, your hearth broke and you felt a knot on your throat, you looked at your hands again, ashamed of yourself.

"How could you be such an—" He stopped for a second.

"Hypocrite"

You looked at him.

"Viktor—"

"No—no, you, you! Told me that I had to get breaks, to go home earlier and sleep, to eat, you even made me food" He stood up.

His soft hand grabs yours, gently, his tears fall on your skin.

"I got so scared." He said softly.

"I'm sorry, b—but the work—"

"I know, you are stressed, I can see that now, everything changed suddenly" He said softly, he was calm now.

"Your health is far more important than the work" He said looking at you, you nodded.

"This won't happen again—"

"I know, I'll make sure of that, I'll help you" He said.

"You don't have to do that—" You said quickly.

"But I want to, darling, you did it for me, let me do it for you, my love" He said, you smiled softly.

Jayce's head peaked behind the door, you smiled at him, he got instant relief at seeing you awake and well.

"I'll get you home, I will cook you something and— I will cuddle with you so—so you can rest better" Viktor said, you smiled softly.

"So you're leaving?— great" Jayce said, he was going to have his shift alone today.

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Viktor got you home, it wasn't far from the academy so you could walk.

After entering your house, you sat on your couch.

"What do you want for dinner?" Said Viktor getting into your kitchen, he opened the shelves.

"I didn't know you could cook, Viktor" You teased, he only knows how to make soup and other fast and easy dishes.

"I am a man of many talents, I will make you soup" He said.

"Do you need help?"

"No, sit down, you need to rest, dear" He said, you closed your eyes.

After a couple of minutes the sound of his cane approaching made you open your eyes.

You stood up and got to the table, the plate was already served with drink and everything.

"I made it with lots of love" He said softly, you sat down, you muttered a soft 'thank you'

Viktor looked at you, you started to eat, Gods.

"It's really good" You said with smile, Viktor smiled softly, he patted your head and sat besides you.

It was silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it felt nice to have someone sitting at the table with you, taking care of you and worry about your well being.

Specially if it's Viktor.

He inspected your house.

You lived alone.

It showed.

The house felt too big when it's only one person on it.

The ambient is lonely, it feels cold.

He's been here before but only to sleep with you.

"I'm done" You said softly, Viktor looked at your plate, empty.

"Great, now it's time to sleep" He said.

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He has seen you naked before, many times, but there he was, red as a tomato while you changed, you let him borrow some of your clothes, he felt embarrassed to feel this way just by having a shirt that smells like you.

You got into the sheets, waiting for him.

He quickly joined you.

You looked at his golden eyes, and his fingers to your hair.

A soft kiss is placed on your forehead, you smiled softly, he strokes your hair and you closed your eyes.

"Please, take care of yourself " He whispered.

"I will, I'm sorry—"

"An apology isn't enough, you have to change, my dear" He said and closed his eyes.

He makes sure you eat well and take breaks on the academy, he makes you company while napping sometimes.

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A/N: I am sad, so here, have a re write :).

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓌

Bruce Banner x Son!Teen!Reader

Requested: Yes

TW: Being held hostage, Typical MCU violence, anxiety, guns, threats, hospitals

When your dad was being recruited to the Avengers initiative you were only 10. Now, most people would assume a little wouldn't understand why a lady with red hair and a man wearing an eyepatch had to do with their parental figure but you knew very well why they were here. Being the son of the great scientist and the 'Other guy' as your dad referred to him meant you were always on the run, but being able to read other intentions no matter what they said helped you figure out that they not only wanted to use his brains for the good of humanity but also his brawn from the 'Other guy'.

But it was safe to say that after much persuasion you managed to get him to join and bring you to their headquarters. As the years passed both you and your dad found a new family in what one of the members liked to call "Super Secret Boy Band" which didn't become that much of a secret once news spread of a team of earth defenders but hey it was alright.

Of course, this new responsibility came with a lot of anxiety when it came involving the "Other guy". Your dad was terrified of him possibly hurting you and you tried to reassure him time and time again that you would be fine and alright. Even though you've only met the 'Other Guy' two times now both encounters resulted in you not being injured by him.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

What you thought was going to be an average Friday of you having the place to yourself and the rest of the team going on a mission you instead were held hostage by one of the hydra soldiers back at the tower. "Talk Gör and I'll shoot your other leg you understand!?" The masked man spoke. You shook your head up and down, anxiety was rushing over you and the blood was draining out. While what you thought would be an average Friday of doing some projects you were captured by one of the soldiers and that definitely wasn't what most people would consider an average Friday.

The masked man started talking into a walkie-talkie in what you assumed to be german. His heavy accent carried on out into the halls, as you tried your best to not pass out you turned your head to see the same man get crashed into the wall by a giant green figure. More men busted in and tried shooting it but it was no use as they all came crashing down. After all of the masked men were unconscious the green giant walked up to you and gently moved his way. This slightly shocked you but then again with the encounters you've had it wasn't a shock.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

The Hulk gently picked you up and brought you to central park where it was surprisingly abandoned. As he put you back down a team of shield medics rushed to you but before they reached you anything you did the hypnosis trick that Natasha taught you. "The sun's getting real low" you repeated from memory, putting your small palm against his larger one. Soon enough your dad returned to his normal state and immediately hugged you. "Are you okay kid?! Wait of course you're not okay your bleeding. I need a med team stat my son is bleeding!" He shouted. The rest of the team returned to you being brought into the emergency car and Bruce hopping in with an oversized hoodie.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

After a few hours, you woke up to your dad sleeping to your right with his hand on top of yours and laying his head next to your good leg. Gently, you tapped his arm and woke him up. "You're awake," He commented. "So are you," you replied, smiling a bit. "You know, I thought the other guy would hurt you but I'm glad I was wrong," He said as he hugged you. "Well there's nothing to worry about dad I'm safe" You reciprocated the hug, and you let yourself sink into the feeling of warmth and safety, finally you felt safe after that awful event.

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bryndonarryn · 2 years

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@lovelylostminds

A Crow In The Winter Rookery

It has been a couple of months since Bryndon arrived in Winterfell and still there are things about this strange Northern land that he has yet to grasp. The people here are straight forward, blunt and rather more rough around the edges and that is only talking about the people inside Winterfell. Those outside Winterfell seem even more so. After all, these folk are direct descendants of the First Men and their gods are the faceless nameless Old Gods of the Dawn Age. Their accents and rather bleak sense of humor would appall many Southerners.

And despite him not being very outspoken and kept to himself, Bryndon defintely felt very much like the Southerner in this land of the Northmen. Many would look at him with odd intrigue as it was rare for a Southerner to venture this far north by accident, let alone intentionally. He towered over most of the boys his age here and his accent was very refined, something that said boys were keen to pointing out to him. This made him want to speak even less. Most of the time he would be sitting at the corner of the Great Hall reading a book from the Maester's library or writing letters to his sister Jeyne. Some of the girls would often look his way and run off giggling as soon as he looked their way. Well, at least it was better than in the Vale, where most of the girls would often ignore him entirely.

Lord and Lady Stark were welcoming enough and allowed him to stay in Winterfell with the rest of their family, though Bryndon suspected that it may have been done out of formality and respect for his lord father, the current Lord of the Vale, Harrod Arryn. It would not do well to house a highborn in a commoner's hut, though he did half expect it that once they found out that he was but only Lord Harrod's youngest and least liked son that their gracious hospitality would change. He of course thanked and showed his appreciation as much as he could towards the Lord and Lady as well as the Stark children whenever he could. He was polite, careful not to offend or overstep.

He woke up early and joined the Starks during their breakfast. Though they were the ruling house of the North, they were definitely simpler than the highborns of the Vale. He seemed to enjoy this more than the pomp and pretentiousness of the Vale, where the ladies would often try to outdo each other in their lavish table settings.

He sat there properly and quietly as he enjoyed his breakfast. Based on the lesson plan for the day, he was to expect lessons in the morning, then training shortly after. He wanted to be punctual and considerate of their time.

"So Bryndon, how did you sleep?" asked Lady Stark from across the table. Her smile was cordial and polite. Her demeanor was rather casual though she was still very proper. "I hope it was not too cold for you. I can have more furs brought to your room if you need."

Bryndon looked up and immediately sat up stalk straight. "I slept very well, my Lady. And there is no need for extra furs, thank you. The accommodations are more than enough," he smiled though albeit somewhat stiffly. "T-thank you for your concern, my Lady. I am very grateful." He dipped his head into a brief bow and quietly resumed his meal.

"What news from the Vale, lad?" Lord Stark asked as he finished his goblet of mead. "I hope everything is all right. You seem to receive quite a lot of ravens. Who are they from?" His tone was lighthearted and casual. The others around the table snorted and chuckled.

Bryndon's face flushed pink.

"A-all is well, my Lord. They are but letters from my sister Jeyne, nothing of importance," he lowered his gaze every so slightly as his ears burned from the snickering in the background. "She... likes to keep in contact."

"Ah," Lord Stark nodded and smiled, "a mother hen, is she? I know the type well." He glanced over at Lady Stark and chuckled. The lady was not amused by the gesture and shot him a look that signaled for him to stop. He did not.

Bryndon kept quiet and nodded. He resumed his meals.

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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years

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Today's Holiday: The Intern Pt. 3

July 29: National Chicken Wing Day

The night before

18+

VRRRRMP! PLRRRRT!

He couldn't see it, but the ass in Donnie's face added two more big farts to his hot, dark prison. Donnie was sweating profusely, surrounded by the worst thing he'd ever smelled.

He wasn't sure how long it had been, but it had to be well after 2 a.m. Donnie was too disgusted to count the farts, but it was more than ten. His eyes were leaking with tears of aromatic irritation. Donnie feared he was going to smell the farts for weeks.

VRP-FSssshhhhh....

The heavy rush of air propelled a stink worse than most of the others. Donnie wiped sweat from his eyes and closed his mouth. He suppressed a groan: Michael would be pissed if he were awakened.

Donnie struggled to breathe. He wondered if just not breathing would be better. It was for the money, the vacation, the complete changing of his entire life...

He could do this.

Another extreme wave of stink joined him without a peep from the ass. Donnie covered his mouth and nose as his vision blurred with more tears. So much money just to smell this for a little bit.

Michael gave a great snore and moved around. His underwear touched Donnie's forehead. BWRROWRRR!

Donnie threw up in the back of his mouth. The sound was enough, but the Dutch oven was made even more hellish by the odor of it. Donnie needed a break. Everyone deserved a break.

Michael was snoring, fast asleep. Donnie slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and slipped out from under the bedclothes. Cool, almost fresh air greeted him, and Donnie knelt to take several silent lungfuls of it.

The clock read 3:46. Donnie couldn't believe it had been that long. He stared at Michael's bulky, sleeping form with a racing heartbeat. He would slip back in before his boss awakened. Right now, Donnie needed to take a piss.

He couldn't risk waking Michael by using this one, so Donnie put on his shoes and slipped out the door. His heartbeat echoed through his entire body, as if he had just committed some horrible crime and was trying to get away with it.

Donnie crossed the busy road to a 7-Eleven. The men in big white trucks started their mornings. Donnie felt Michael would fit in with them better than regular office people like him.

The restrooms were on the outside, so Donnie got the key and went into the men's bathroom to finally take his piss. He washed his hands and returned the key to the woman at the counter. "Do you have Benadryl?"

She pointed. "Across from the window."

"Perfect." Donnie walked to a display of travel-sized medicines and grabbed the 4 pack of Benadryl. It might help him sleep for the next few hours, in the place he very much didn't to return to.

A horrifying smell like sewage hit him all at once. Donnie froze, blushing as a strong, hairy arm fell over his shoulders. Michael squeezed Donnie against his side. "Hey, buddy! What are we looking at?"

Donnie turned to face his big, bearded boss. He had his office clothes on, but the shirt was left unbuttoned to show off his furry physique. "I--I just wanted to sleep. It was too bad!"

Michael pulled him to the door, and Donnie dropped the Benadryl. Michael opened the passenger seat of his car and pushed Donnie in. He ran to the driver's seat and got in. The car had already been stunk up, new farts joining the stale one's in Michael's seat.

"Since you woke me up early, I guess we'll go now." Michael turned out of the parking lot, heading away from the motel.

"Go?" Wherever it was, it couldn't be good. "Where?"

"It's a surprise. You can sleep if you want..." Michael purposely trailed off. There was a "but" coming, and it was going to stink. Michael patted his lap. "But only right here."

Donnie sighed and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept at all. He didn't want to sleep in another man's lap, especially this man. But if it was his only option.

Think of the vacation, think of buying things you actually want instead of just need...

Donnie leaned over the center console and rested his head on Michael's legs. Sadly, it wasn't too uncomfortable.

Michael smiled down at him. "I'll try to keep 'em quiet for you."

A new fart smacked Donnie at once. He groaned and closed his eyes. "Lucky me."

Donnie woke to the same smell layered over itself a dozen times. He sat up from Michael's crotch. Michael smirked at him. "You lasted nearly two hours. We're almost there!"

Donnie tried his window, but of course, it was locked. He was trapped with the smells of sewage and rotten beef. Michael laughed evilly. "You think I'm an amateur?"

Donnie didn't answer, just watched whatever town they were driving through passby. It was a small town with a lot of locally-owned businesses.

Michael parked in front of a short, brick building. Donnie bent down to look at the sign: Harry's House of Wings. Michael winked. "Stay here."

Michael opened his door and stood, shoving his ass back inside. PHRRRT!

He shut the door. Donnie watched him walk inside and opened his door, letting the gas escape into a greater expanse of air. He guessed wings gave Michael bad gas, so he was going to load up and give the Donnie the results.

Donnie's stomach rumbled. He'd slept two hours, but he hadn't eaten yet.

Michael emerged with three Styrofoam containers squeezed into a plastic bag. He looked ecstatic as he opened the door. "Been coming here since I was a kid. When I found out it was National Wing Day, I had Tony make me the first ones of the day."

"Any for me?" Donnie hated to ask.

"Sure, if you wanna eat before this." Michael put the car in gear and backed out of the parking space. "These wings give me the worst gas ever. Not exaggerating."

Michael rubbed his crotch. If he was getting that excited, it was bad news for Donnie.

They entered the new motel room, a step up from the last. Michael stepped ahead of him with a trail of strong farts. He rested the wings on the table and opened the bag. "You just want a few for now?"

"Yeah." Donnie stepped forward as Michael opened all three boxes.

"Wait." Michael pressed a huge hand to Donnie's chest. "I can either sit on your face while I eat, or I lie on my stomach and your head goes right here."

Michael turned to display his big ass. BWRRRR! He waved the smell to Donnie with a grin. "What's it gonna be?"

"Not the face sitting, obviously." Donnie stared at the wings longingly, his stomach hungrily grumbling again. "Why can't you do this with your boyfriend? You understand this is cheating, right?"

A smirk slowly spread across the manly, bearded face. Michael suddenly grabbed Donnie's balls in one big hand and pulled him close. "Wow, your balls don't feel that big, but they must've gotten bigger for you to talk like that."

He released Donnie. Donnie caught his breath and unintentionally leaned into Michael. He was suddenly wrapped into a pair strong arms, and his boss squeezed him, constricted him. "Remember everything at stake, huh?"

Michael let him go again and shoved him backwards onto the bed. Donnie stared up, losing his breath again in worry. Michael grabbed a box of wings and set it on the edge of the bed, standing over it with a look Donnie couldn't immediately read. The big man pushed off his unbuttoned shirt, then his shoes. "Just for that, I'm going full nude. If you want to eat, you'll do it with your head on my thighs."

Donnie grabbed for the box of wings and pulled it to him. He tried to eat one before Michael could get in position.

Michael crawled across the bed with incredible speed. He moved the box to the end and lay on his stomach. Michael reached back and pushed his pants and underwear together. He kicked them off, left in nothing but a tan, hairy ass.

Donnie quickly took another bite, but Michael was done moving. His ass was right beside Donnie, waiting for him.

"Rest your head on my thighs and you get another wing."

Donnie slowly lowered his head. He was face-to-face with his boss's evil, bare ass.

The money, the vacation...

His head rested on the thighs, and Donnie swallowed his last bite of the first wing. At the end of the bed, past the mountainous booty, Michael was scarfing wings down as he watched TV. He handed one back.

Donnie took it and went to take a bite.

PRT! PWRRRR-BRRRRRRRR-BLRR-

PHWBLRRR!

Michael scooted his ass closer during the long fart. Donnie stopped chewing as he was met with a smell like rotting raw chicken on top of Michael's regular fart stink.

"Yes!" Michael proudly shouted. "Never takes long to kick in.

Donnie's stomach rumbled, again from hunger. It wanted more, but Donnie couldn't eat in these conditions. A long, fartless moment passed. Donnie took another bite even though the last fart hadn't cleared up at all.

PWRRRRP! VWAAMP!

Michael reached back to pull one ass cheek apart. Donnie quickly swallowed his bite as the smell became so much worse already.

BWERRRRT!

Donnie closed his eyes. He was so hungry but so disgusted. This was one place he never thought he would be, an inch from a farting man's ass.

Michael laughed at something on TV and held his breath. BRRWAAAHMP! PHHRRRB!

The sounds were so disgusting, like someone blowing big bubbles in mud. The smell was worse, increasing with its toxicity and poison every time Michael let rip.

Donnie took a big bite, chewed quickly, and swallowed.

VRRRR-ERRRR!

It was too loud for Donnie's taste. Every breath let the inhuman stink into his system. His eyes began to water again. "Whoa."

"How you doing back there?" Michael asked in a jokey manner. He didn't look back, glued to the television.

"It stinks," said Donnie shortly, so his mouth wouldn't be open too long.

"Duh. It's not gonna smell like roses."

PHBLRRRR! BWRRT!

Donnie groaned. His wing was gone, and he wanted another. Not now, though. Not like this. He closed his eyes and rested the full weight of his head on the thighs. "I'm done eating."

"I'm not," said Michael with his mouth full. He held his breath again and lifted his ass.

BWRRRRrrrrrROWRRRRRR-BLRPHBLRB!

The two measley wings came up in liquid form. Donnie bolted to the bathroom, but it wasn't coming out. He swallowed it back and looked over his shoulder.

Michael was standing in the doorway naked, his huge dong that Donnie never needed to see standing hard at an angle. Donnie turned on the faucet to splash his face. "You know, I can't do this if I'm dead."

"You're right." Michael walked to him, and Donnie found it extremely hard not to look at his penis. "I'll let you eat, but I'll still be laying right beside you farting."

"Better than in my face." Donnie stepped around his boss, back to the main hotel room.

Michael started shutting the door. "Go ahead and start eating. I gotta...ya know."

Donnie nodded, and the door closed. He wanted to run from the motel, but ironically, he didn't have much money to get home with. That was so close to changing forever. All he had to do was smell a few more farts.

Just one more day...

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sangre-andeo · 2 months

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making a slightly angsty post at 5 am bc i cant sleep, IGNORE ME its probably not that great.

SPOILER ALERT!!: this contains a MAJOR spoiler from the Trials of Apollo series, don't remember exactly which bc its been ages since I read em. if they r ooc PLS don't kill me, i just wanted to write smth lol, idk how any of this works

Grieving Jason Grace, from Percy's point of view:

"The night you died, I felt it. Woke up in a cold sweat, with no idea why I felt so sick or why my heart was racing so fast. I was too on edge to go back to bed. I stayed up all night, watched the sun rise outside. The feeling didn’t go away. It followed me like a shadow until I finally got the news. Even now, it doesn’t feel real. I don’t want to believe you’re gone. I’m wrecked, I can’t even imagine how Piper and Leo are feeling right now. I don’t even know what I’m doing, I’m alone here just speaking into the wind. I guess I’m just hoping somewhere in Elysium you can hear me, because I know I won’t ever get the chance to say any of this to your face. So, here’s everything I never got the chance to say. Jason Grace, I admired the shit out of you. From the moment I found myself in Camp Jupiter, I knew someone like you was one of a kind. Everyone spoke of you so highly, it was almost intimidating. I knew I could never be what you were to them. And when I met you, I knew I’d been right about one thing. You are irreplaceable. To learn who you actually were under the reputation you had, I saw myself in you. We were just kids, kids with more power than we were prepared to wield. Kids who learned as they went, improvising the whole way and hoping to make it. You were the best of us, Grace. Brave, and kind, and fair. Passionate and honest. One of the most genuine men I will ever know. A smart, fierce fighter. And an incredible leader. There will never be another you, and I don’t know how to cope with that. I’m going to miss your friendship, your ideas, every small thing that made up the person you were. Meeting someone like you only happens once in a lifetime if anyone is as lucky as I’ve been. I just wish I’d gotten the chance to tell you how much your friendship meant to me. I guess I took advantage of the idea that you’d always be around. Call me naive, but I was under the impression that defeating a primordial evil meant we could rest for a while. Didn’t think I’d lose one of the strongest people I know so soon. Shows what I know, huh? I don’t think I’m making much sense, and I’m pretty sure if you were here- well I don’t think you’d laugh, but it would be harder to take myself seriously if you were here staring at me. I just wanted to say goodbye. I miss you, man. I hope that, in our next lives, we find each other again. Until then, I’ll wait to fight beside you on the battlefield, Superman. Rest easy."

#percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace #percy jackson #pjo angst #idk how tumblr works #have mercy pls #trials of apollo #major character death #yeehaw idk #its 5 in the morning #AAAAAAAAAAA

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 1 year

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(I'm still interested in the AU, but I'm slowing down on Snowflake requests just out of Very specific type of burnout. But if these two aren't the same Anon then they do have very similar tastes..)

Sammy felt cold, sluggish, exhausted, and just all around awful. It wasn't helped by the awful weather, awful heating system in the music department, and the awful, AWFUL pipes. He internally cursed his own body as well as the terrible timing it had on him. If he woke up feeling like this, he would have stayed home, but nope! Instead he felt just fine when he woke up and only felt this bad when he stepped in through the door.

"I swear if I didn't know any better I'd assume I was cursed..." the grumpy musician murmured under his breath as he wrapped the makeshift blanket around his shoulders, clicking his pen while trying to figure out the right notes for the newest song. "...Or maybe I was and I just didn't realize it-"

Connecting the dots, the musician bolted into the men's restroom just to double check in the mirror that there was no signs of spreading ink or magic doing magic things. But he was still on edge, just because it wasn't visible didn't mean he was safe...

"...Uh Sam? Are ya feeling okay?" The Janitor looked up from the sink he was scrubbing. "You're lookin' a little green around the gills there..."

"No."

"Regular sickness like the flu spreadin' around or Ink stuff?"

...Honestly it was a little concerning that they had to differentiate if it was ink or not, and what was slightly more concerning was the only answer he knew so far.

"I don't know yet, it's too early to tell which."

"Okay, well I've got a spare bucket just in case." Wally handed over the empty plastic bucket. "Hollar if ya need anything else."

"Thanks, either way yell at Joey for me."

"Will do." the Janitor half-chuckled. "But uh.. if its the former, do me a favor and keep da bucket close by. It's easier ta clean vomit outta a bucket than off da floor. Thanks!"

The musician nodded before leaving the janitor to finish his own work, he didn't feel *that* sick, but he also didn't feel sick at all when he was going to his job in the first place. Plus, he'd also rather not have to redo all his hard work thanks to a worsening stomach bug.

When he re-entered his office, he sat down and resumed comparing and contrasting the notes already on his desk, only turning away from them to scratch in a rough draft of a needed new theme. Only resting his eyes for a minute...

---

...A single, almost glowing white eye cracked open as the groggy monster peeled his inky body off of the floor. He cursed under his breath when he tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes to be greeted with the irritably familiar slush that called itself ink while feeling more like a cold mud to the musician.

"Of course." He murmured bitterly to himself as he scraped up what was supposed to be his legs and managed to get them into the bucket. "It couldn't be just a damn cold, oh nooo. It had to be ink again. It's not like I'm running out of good clothes thanks to this nonsense." He scowled while trying to pull his sunken in shirt and pants out of his body. "Aaaaaand I can't dig my own clothes out of this gunk, great, lovely, EXACTLY what I needed today."

The ink man sighed as he set the makeshift blanket on the chair and sat down on his desk to inspect the damage. As he scanned his work for ink stains, he noticed someone left a box of band aids on his desk, alongside a freshly brewed cup of green tea, slice of chocolate cake on a plate, and a 'get well soon' card. He opened the card finding no signatures on it, no familiar handwriting, not even a doodle that could've hinted at who could've left these here. Just the cheesy yet well-meaning wishes already printed onto the card when it was made.

"Okay, there, we got him the stupid card too, happy?" Sammy overheard a gruff and grumpy sounding voice outside his office. "He's been out like that for at least thirty minutes already, he'll probably just sleep it off and continue like nothing happened after he changes back."

"...D-do you think we should also get him a real blanket?" replied the nervous, stuttering demon. "And dad recently mopped that floor too... s-so what what if he gets a burn from the ink remover if we leave him like that?"

Sammy slowly cracked open his office door. He still wasn't feeling ready to deal with anyone, but he figured he might as well confirm to the mechanic and the kid that he is in fact alive and not burning on the ground.

"Snowflake, he's a grown man and he's been through this song and dance more times than anyone here can count." The GENT worker rolled his eyes. "He's not one of those little toon rats who come to you with wide sad eyes and broken tails."

"H-HE'S A MELTED INK MAN, THOMAS!" Snowflake exclaimed with an urgency even the kid wasn't used to hearing in his voice. "This this isn't- isn't normal! I-it's not its not supposed to BE normal! I still really wanna a-ask Joey what to do... I wanna help him, I want to really help him, not just... just slap a band-aid box down on his desk and call it a day!"

"For Pete's sake! Whether it's 'supposed to' or not, it IS normal to the studio!" The man exclaimed back with slightly more irritation than usual. "And especially to Lawrence. That man is like a magical lightning rod! So can you stop wasting my time with this and let me go back to my damn job?!" The speckled imp shrank back as the man caught his breath. "Some of us have more important things to do than to play nurse to the studio's biggest butt monkey!"

"I-i'm sorry..." Snowflake sniffled. "I just wanted to help.."

"Well, next time, don't drag me into it! He. Is. Just. An. Ink. Creature. Not anything that's a danger to anyone els-GAaaAAH!!"

The sudden, cold and wet weight of a sheet of thick ink slapped itself on Thomas's back like a bucket full of slightly melted snow put precariously over a cracked-open door, startling both the imp and the GENT worker while the inky musician let out a few fake coughs before pulling himself free from the mechanic.

"Sorry *cough* *cough* about that I just have *cough* the worst luck today, having a TERRIBLE, *cough* POSSIBLY *cough* *cough* CONTAGAGIOUS cold *cough* on top of being turned into a toon... *cough*"

"W-wait, Mr. Lawrence, you're... you're a toon..?"

Snowflake blinked owlishly as he looked over the inky musician, taking note of his visible pie-cut eye, four-fingered hands, and altered, more distinctly recognizable silhouette. The prospect of a human being turned into a toon while being sick was a lot less horrifying to the kid than the notion that he was turned into a melting ink figure. But he still stepped back to give the man some space, while Snowflake experienced first-hand that toons melt when sick, Sammy must've been REALLY sick to be that melted.

"Yep, nothing *cough* too serious to worry about. It just looks worse than *cough* how it really is."

"W-well maybe I can ask Joey to let you go home and rest it off?" The timid imp offered. "We don't wan-want it to spread to everyone else..."

"Go ahead, but for *cough* now, I'll just quarantine myself in my office, okay?"

"Okay Sammy."

The ink man waved the kid off and shot the mechanic a glare once he was out of sight, which Thomas was quick to return.

"That was really goddamn low, Tom. That kid doesn't even have a single mean bone in his body. Treating him like that is like... yelling at a puppy that's afraid of everything."

"He has plenty of stupid ones in there and someone has to teach him because I know Wally wont."

"Teach him what, exactly?"

"To mind his own business and not drag other people into running all over the studio for a box of band aids and the other stuff! He wasted so much of my time with that stupid wild goose chase!"

"He didn't know what was going on and was trying to help how he could, you could have sat him down to explain what's going on to the kid for five minutes and then you'd be working on unclogging pipes that should've been unclogged months ago while Snowflake would be worrying less about the ink."

"Okay fine, in hindsight I should've knocked some sense into him, told him that the ink does that to you all the time, and to buzz off before he dragged me all over the place. Happy?! I learned my lesson."

Sammy gave him the most deadpan glare he could muster with only one eye and his other facial characteristics consumed by ink. "Hey, speaking of lessons, do you want to learn something about the Ink that we've learned through years of experience?"

"What?"

"It hates not having a spiteful asshole that it can throw magic at around. It only manages to last a full week at most before it will try to latch onto anyone who 'deserves to be the lightning rod'."

"...So?" the mechanic raised an eyebrow.

"Soooooo... *cough* *cough* With my TERRIBLE *cough* CONTAGIOUS disease, I think it's best for my health and the studio as a whole if I take two weeks of sick leave, *COUGH* maybe even three just to be safe." The ink creature gave the smuggest, most insufferable grin a somewhat humanoid glob of gunk could manage.

"You... You're making that up just to scare me, aren't you..?"

"Only one way for you to find out, Butt Monkey Junior."

#fanfic #hells studio #hells studio oc #sammy lawrence #snowflake the demon #wally franks #thomas connor

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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I feel very hot right now. I'm at the museum and sitting in the machine shop and it's very warm back here!! The rest of the museum seems fine to me. But I don't know how to fix that.

I was pretty exhausted all day today. I held it together when I could. But I wasn't having the best time.

It didn't help that I had trouble turning my brain off last night. Like once I fell asleep I was absolutely out. But I was in a good enough mood. I tried to make myself be the best sales person I could be but it was sort of rough.

Me and James left here and got breakfast. I forgot to print more certificates for my bears and I didn't cut any business cards. I felt like I was moving really slow but some of the issue was it was very windy. After the crazy storms last night I think it was just leftover gusts. But it would be a fight the entire market. For all of the venders.

Ann was doing a little better. She would run out of steam and go home around 11. But it wasn't as busy of a day. We would have waves of people and hit about 400 clicks on the clicker. But I was able to sit down a lot, which was good because I was beat.

I didn't make a sale for a half hour. And I was like. I have failed as an artist. I'm not going to sell anything. And then my very first sale was my favorite bear and I was only a little heartbroken. A child chose it herself and I hope she loves him so much. It was only the second large bear I've ever sold. I want to make more for sure, so selling any feels motivating.

I would make a good amount of sales. About half as many as last time but that is alright. As long as I break $100 I am doing fine. And I had some nice conversations with other venders and with customers. It was fun.

James got us baked goods, and did print out the certificates and I cut up business cards and we were pretty good. I did find two of my plushies had little holes so I have to remember to bring needles and thread to keep with the set just in case.

But it was still a good day. Lots of nice people. The weather was beautiful, even if it was very breezy. I had some funny conversations with old men about sailing.

But by 1230 I was like. Why is time going so slowly. I wanted to go home and go to sleep.

I had to pack up the car with stuff for an outreach though. I am not thrilled about doing this out reach. It's two programs and even with our security guard and maintenance man's help I could barely fit all of it in there. So I'm frustrated by this. Plus I just hate out reaches. They make me stressed out.

But we did it. I left all my market stuff in the education office. And said goodbye to James.

They have been in a weird mood. I have felt a little ignored the last couple days. And when I got home I was frustrated when Sweetp brought me a huge fucking bug.

James would come home and clean. But I just couldn't. I flushed the bug and changed into a tank top dress and fell asleep for two hours.

It was good sleep too. I wish I could fall asleep so easy at night.

When I woke up I quickly got dressed. The apartment smelt very odd. James was cleaning but it still smelt like old milk. I hope they solve that before I come home.

I said goodbye to James and drove back here to the museum. I stopped at chipotle and had some excellent tacos. I was still a little early here but that is okay.

I am feeling really exhausted but I only have a few hours left before I can go home and rest.

I was supposed to have the next two days off but now I'm doing an event tomorrow. Ah well. I still have the day to hang out. I hope to do some sewing. I hope the weather is nice.

This seems like a beautiful wedding. I hope you all have a great night. Take care of each other.

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funkydanganronpastories · 9 months

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A Magical Surprise

Summary: What is the most surprising thing Tenko ever witness? Was it that everything they experienced a simulation? No. Was it the fact that she managed to get over her grudge Shinguji? No. Was it the fact that she managed not to call any male a degenerate for a week? No. Actually, the biggest surprising thing she ever seen happened when they were going to the beach.

or; Just me writing.

Warnings: Mentions of character death, cussing, slight nsfw? (swimming clothes) Himiko only shows up at the end. Tenko and Himiko didn’t become a couple in this fic.

Content: Simulation AU

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When Tenko first woke up after a couple of weeks of her death and the whole “simulation” thing, she first thought about Yumeno-San and Yonaga-San. Has the ritual work? Was Yonaga-san able to be revived? Why did she felt a pain on the back of her neck? The next thing was where was she, she certainly wasn’t here before.

After some worrying about Yumeno and some violent outburst of wanting to punch any man she sees, she was finally stopped by Akamatsu, which was even more confusing. Didn’t Akamatsu died? Is she dead?? Did the ritual actually work??

Her questions were answered by Akamatsu after another couple of moments of worrying, violent outbursts against men, and pondering of if she is dead. Apparently, it was a simulation made by Team Danganronpa, and she had died by the hands of Shinguji, alongside Yonaga-san. Also, she died for no reason, as the ritual didn’t even work.

She angered by this. How dare a degenerate male kill her and Yonaga-san! (even though she kinda did hate her but shhh) She ought to throw hands with that degenerate male right then and there if it wasn’t the fact she began to feel pain of her neck being stabbed again, a side-effect of getting killed. Yeah, who would of thought that getting killed in a simulation would have consequences?

It still took about 2 hours before Tenko calmed down and rest.

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It has been about 7-8 months after she had woken up, and she was doing great! She got over the fact that her past was mostly fabricated and her grudge with Shinguji (she still has the urge to kill him on sight at times). She also is trying really hard not to call men, degenerate males, but she sometimes call them MENaces instead of that. Well, better than degenerate males.

She learned that her Neo-Aikido was still something her “old” self had created, so she opened up a dojo, with a disguise of course. (It didn’t work, she was still spotted.) But, she got a lot money and was able to teach girls and boys (Yes, she does have a soft spot)

However, that isn’t the important part! The important part is the fact she got invited to go the beach with her, ahem, “former classmates”. She was considering not going, but if you know anything about Tenko, you know she adores a certain magician. Yes, she did cancel and refund everything just so that she see Yumeno.

I mean, of course she had to go to beach! She hasn’t seen Yumeno for more than half of year, she was worried! Why wouldn’t she be? Did something happened? Was Yumeno-san ignoring her? She asked the others what happened to Yumeno but they didn’t know either. She apparently left after processing the fact they were in a simulation.

So now Tenko was driving the beach (how responsible of her!), excited to see her classmates, especially Yumeno-San. She was wearing a quite oversized jacket for someone her size. Underneath it the jacket was a grey, blue, flannel swim bra and swim skirt. The swim bra covering her whole chest and ontop was a neatly wrapped white bow.

Yes, she was screaming and wearing socks with sandals.

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Once she arrived and parked her car at the nearest parking spot, she sprinted towards where her former classmates were. She needed to make sure that those degen-….Tenko needed to make sure that her classmates were safe, but especially the girls, and especially Himiko.

Unfortunately for her, only 6 people were currently there. However, 3 of them were girls, and the 4th and 5th one was Saihara and Gokuhara. She immediately went up to the 3 girls, which were Akamatsu, Tojo, and Iruma, and started to start up a conversation with them.

“Akamatsu-san! Tojo-san!…Iruma-san!”

“Hello!”

“Evening, Chabashira-san.”

“Good f-“

Kaede immediately slam her palm over Miu’s mouth, which prompted the girl to do an unsavory sound. A glare from Kaede and from Kirumi made Miu think more about her decisions. Kaede remove her palm so that Mou could try again.

“…Evening…” She simply mumbled her greeting, it wasn’t really that fun when she can’t swear.

Tenko didn’t mind this, and continued to chat with Akamatsu, Tojo, and Iruma.

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(Yes, Tenko is sitting on towel)

Soon, everyone arrived. Well, everyone except for the one that Tenko came for; Himiko Yumeno. She was extremely disappointed, but Yonaga-san did say that there was a chance Yumeno may show up, a 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. Speaking of Yonaga-san, Tenko looked up at her to see what she was doing.

Angie Yonaga had both of the two side ponytails removed for the occasion, and her hair was more longer than the simulation. She apparently just removed her yellow coat, saying that it was more time efficient and wasted less money.

Yonaga soon spotted Tenko looking at her, which Tenko immediately looks away in shame and embarrassment while Yonaga-san laughed in amusement.

“S-Sorry Yonaga-san! Tenko- I. I couldn’t believe that I was being such a degenerate- I mean. I can’t believed I-“

“Hehe, it’s okay Chabashira-san! Angie doesn’t mind it one bit. It is quite entertaining to see you trip your words!”

Tenko slightly chuckled at this. When she first saw Yonaga-san with Yumeno-san, she immediately assumed the worst. But now? Now she seems more comfortable with her.

“Oooooh! It seems like you are blushing! Still get complimented easily?”

Tenko turn her head towards Angie, with a slightly amused and annoyed smile. “W-Watch it! Just because I have a low pain tolerance and is easily flustered doesn’t mean that I can’t-“

“You look so adorable with your swimsuit! Angie said so!”

Tenko immediately blushed at this and turned away once again, trying to cover her face with her mouth. Angie walked over and sat down with her on the towel. “Waiting for Yumeno-san, I see?”

Tenko nodded. It was really, really, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 fucking obvious that she adores Yumeno-san. She is clearly worried about her, she only came to see her after all! Well, it was the main, biggest reason. But, besides the point.

“I….I’m worried. She hasn’t respond for days! Wha- What if I messed up??? Did I do something wrong?? Does Tenko need to do anything-“

“Relax, Chabashira-san! You are overthinking. She’ll be here, Bye-yonara!” She use one of her hands to rest on Tenko’s shoulder. “A chance is still a chance after all! If it will help, I could-“

“Yonaga-san, I am not doing that ritual again.”

“Come on~! It’ll be fun~!”

“Not for me!”

They look each other in the eye, the eyes of the ocean staring back at the warm green of grass. Both of them then started to chuckle, with Angie, it became full-blown laughter. Who would’ve thought that becoming friends with your “rival” is actually a nice experience?

Tenko still appreciates Yonaga’s efforts of comforting her. Many people don’t seem to see that Yonaga is actually quite smart, terrifying smart and supernatural at times. But it was harmless, mostly. She stills remembers that teddy bear incident.

As they continued to laugh, the last student to attend the party slowly starts to walk towards the classmates. It took them a while, but it was fine. They were here, and they were tired. They eyed at both Tenko and Angie before speaking.

“Nyeh, you two finally getting along…?”

Everybody stopped all conversations when they heard that voice. Some jumped, some went into a fighting stance, some just simply look, some didn’t even give a shit at all. What all of them had in common was that they were startled by how the figure looked, especially due to their reputation and their height.

Tenko, especially, eyed at who the figured were, and gasped at the sight of them. She almost thought she had a bloody nose from it. Angie looked at the figure and simply waved at them

“Yumeno-san, Bye-yonara! You came!”

“…Nyeh.”

Himiko was wearing a black, compressed, one-piece, swimsuit. The swimsuit was covered with drawings of playing cards, doves, and any kinds of magic tricks. The most notable about the classmate was herself, however. She grown about 4 inches, and was extremely muscular, muscular than Tenko. Her swimsuit was still able to shape her abs.

The class look at Himiko one by one, then to each other. All of them, even Ouma, were surprised by this revelation. It was a welcomed one, but a very strange and surprising one. Angie was the most calm about this, Tenko, wel, she wasn’t.

“YUMENO-SAN!!!!”

She got up and immediately ran towards Himiko, she barely managed to dodge the first hug, but was captured by the second. Tenko was “gently” swinging her around, a big grin on her face as the others watch.

“I am so glad you are okay! I thought you were gone- LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU GROWN! You look so adorable omg I’m gonna scream-“

Tenko continued to ramble on and on, while still swinging and hugging Himiko. Yumeno-san was hugging back, smiling at how Tenko was reacting to all this. Her personality was a handful, but she would much have that rather than her being dead.

After a few minutes, Tenko let go. She was about to apologized to Himiko for her behavior before she did something unexpected….She boop her nose. Yup, Himiko boop Tenko’s nose.

“I’m glad to see you again, nyeh….I was worried.”

Tenko began the cry tears of joy immediately as Angie joined grab the both of them and hugged

“…So, when is the threesome-“

“SHUT UP, IRUMA!”

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #angie yonaga #The other 3 only had a couple of dialogue #kaede akamatsu #kirumi tojo #miu iruma #I won’t tag Gonta and Saihara since they never say anything #SimpleManagerWriting #SimpleManagerDanganronpaWriting #Let them be happy damn it #drv3 spoilers #drv3 #drv3 himiko #drv3 angie #drv3 tenko

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