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ghost-proofbaby · 10 months

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Hi!! I’m your friendly neighborhood Swiftie BEGGING you for Eddie - Sparks Fly

sparks fly (eddie's version)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff. mutual pining. the works. <3

wc: 2.1k+

a/n: this one got mad cheesy. maybe a little too cheesy. idc. i had fun with it.

“You know, one of these days, you’re gonna have to talk to Ed,” the older bartender, Phil, muses as he wipes down the counter behind you.

You hardly hear him over the current symphony of electric guitars, riveting bass, and crashing drums filling the Hideout. You had one focus tonight, just as you did every Tuesday and Friday night, and that was the band on the stage currently commanding an even larger audience than last week.

You’d seen it coming. Building crowds, more buzzing conversations around town in hushed tones about the band that owned the stage of the hole in the wall. You’d stumbled upon them by accident, coming in and telling yourself you were just grabbing one drink after a particularly rough shift. But one drink immediately turned into four that night when the band had taken the stage, playing song after song, keeping you glued to that bar stool and completely enamored with one particular boy on stage.

Eddie Munson.

Every time you watch him command that stage, wild hair and vibrant eyes, it’s like the first time all over again. You can’t get over his wicked grin, the way he puts his entire self into each performance, the rasp of his voice – you’re down bad for a man you’ve never even properly spoken to.

By some miracle, you tear your eyes from the stage, swiveling to face Phil, “Excuse me?”

“Ed. You know, Eddie,” he repeats himself, leaning both palms on the bar, “He notices you, you know? Always asks me where you ran off to after their set’s done.”

Your heart is suddenly in your throat, embarrassment red hot in the pit of your stomach, “H-He notices me? Why would he notice me?”

“You’re at every show. Even before they started getting a proper crowd. The damn boy hasn’t shut up about you since that first night,” Phil pauses to hand off a beer to another patron wordlessly, “You’re lucky you pay with cash and not card, or I’m sure he would’ve tracked you down outside of here by now. Calls you his Cinderella.”

Like a clock chiming midnight, the final tinny note of the set rings through the bar, and you can hear that rasp of Eddie’s voice booming through the speakers.

“We have been Corroded Coffin! Thank you very fucking much!”

And just like clockwork, you’re rushing to dig into your purse, yanking a twenty from your wallet and smacking it onto the bar before grabbing your drink to down the last of it.

“I’m not Cinderella,” you choke out over the residual burn of the alcohol, face still scrunched up as you glance over your shoulder to see the boys have already left the stage, “I just like the music.”

“The music,” he hums, “Right. Well, your money’s no good here tonight, little miss Cindy,” he reaches out, and with a singular fingertip, pushes the cash back towards you over the sticky wood. When your mouth opens and closes in confusion, Phil’s eyes flicker up towards the side door beside the stage where a commotion has begun, signaling that the band is coming out, “It seems the music likes you, too. So much so that he demanded I add your drinks to his tab tonight.”

The coals of embarrassment burn even brighter, igniting you from the inside out. Your hand flies out, grabbing back the twenty and shoving it aimlessly in your purse. You keep looking back at the crowd, catching glimpses of dark curls over the small sea of people singing their praises, watching your seconds run out in real time. It’s not that you didn’t want to speak to the man who has had you captivated for several months now; you were just mortified that he’d noticed you in that crowd, noticed the way you attended each show.

One of these days you’d talk to him. But tonight, you had no bravery left for such boldness.

“You’re gonna have to leave behind a glass slipper for the boy eventually,” Phil only chuckles, watching you fumble to clasp your purse before you shoot up from the stool, “Hey, hold on-”

“Another night, Phil!” you call out, not even looking back as you make a beeline for the bar’s exit.

If you had, you would have seen your favorite ring that Phil was holding up, the one that you had taken off your finger to fiddle with endlessly before sitting it down at some point without thought, now left behind like some kind of glass slipper.

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You were late. It was Friday night, the day had been a nightmare, and you were fucking late to Corroded Coffin’s show.

Your attendance had never faltered like this before. You were always right on time, sometimes five minutes early once the crowds doubled in size in order to secure one of your regular seats.

The deviation from your routine has you reeling, amongst other things. Your Friday had simply been shit. A nonstop rampant attack on your sanity, one thing after another testing what was left of your patience. You’d slept through your first two alarms this morning, you hadn’t realized you were out of coffee creamer until you’d grabbed the scarily light container of it this morning, you had to take a dreadfully cold shower rather than waste precious minutes letting the water warm, you’d worked through your lunch to clean up a mess made by your coworker – the list goes on and on.

You burst through the entrance of the Hideout, probably looking a bit crazed, stopping dead in your tracks when you realize two things.

One, It’s fairly empty. And two, Corroded Coffin is not on the stage.

“Look who decided to show!” Phil calls from his place behind the bar, waving dramatically to you, “Cinderella!”

“Phil, for the last time, I’m not-”

“Your favorite band canceled tonight, I’m afraid,” he bulldozes right over your retort as you approach one of your usual stools.

Your brows furrow, “Canceled? Is everything okay?”

Phil’s mouth opens. But it’s not his voice that answers you.

“Gareth’s sick.”

A voice you’d only heard on the stage, through crackling speakers and enthusiastic addresses to a crowd. A voice you had never heard one-on-one, and for good reason.

Your breath escapes you as you turn slowly, facing the man you’d managed to elude for months now.

“Pardon?” you squeak out, voice hardly audible.

Eddie still grins shyly, hearing you loud and clear due to how uncharacteristically quiet the bar is tonight, “Our drummer, Gareth – he’s, uh, sick. Sorry to disappoint.”

He’s just as captivating up close as he is on the stage. There’s still something wild in him, something electrifying that he seems completely unaware of.

“Don’t apologize,” you’re still whispering, internally cursing yourself for it. You probably look ridiculous right now; you can only picture your starry eyes and parted lips, looking at him with palpable shock, hardly able to utter a word, “I- I’m not disappointed. There’ll be other shows!” you stammer your way through your words, and when Eddie only continues to look at you with gentle amusement, the softest ripple of possible nerves from the way his hands shoved into his pockets, you continue to over explain yourself, rambling on, “I just- I, uh, hope he feels better.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nods in agreement before he buries his hands even deeper. Suddenly, as if he’s found something in those pockets, his face lights up in delight, “Oh! Hey, I-” his left hand pulls out of his pocket at lightning speed, still curled into a fist as he thrusts it into your direction, “I think this might be yours.”

Slowly, he unfurls his fingers, and in the center of his palm rests your ring. You had assumed it was lost to the fire, that it might have fallen off at work or outside your apartment, never to be found again. Just another thing to add to your checklist of things gone wrong.

And yet there it was, like a perfect glass slipper, right in the palm of Eddie’s hand.

Your nerves are all but forgotten as you get giddy, reaching out without thinking to take the ring from him. A gentle brush of your fingertips against this palm, and you swear you feel sparks flying from the minimal contact, “Oh! Oh my gosh! Thank you, I-” you slip it on easily, smiling widely before you look up at him gleefully, “I thought I’d lost it for good. Thank you.”

Eddie turns bashful, tilting down his chin and letting stray curls fall in his face that half hide his own contained grin. If the lighting in the bar had been better, you would have caught the pink spreading across his cheeks.

“And so the prince finally meets his Cinderella,” Phil mutters from behind the two of you before he suddenly smacks his palms on the countertop, “Alright! Well, if you two will excuse me, I have to…. Do some stock count in the back,” a blatant lie, “Don’t burn the place down, yeah?”

Eddie snaps out of his daze to look up to the older man, mock saluting him in a way that has an involuntary giggle leaving your lips. In an instant, he’s looking back down to you, almost surprised at the sound.

Cheap bar lighting can no longer hide his blush. Or your own adoration.

“The bar is yours! Make good decisions!” Phil continues to shout as he moves to the backroom, voice fading with each step.

Finally, you and Eddie are alone.

“And then there were two,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to you, finding something brave in him at the way you’re looking up at him in reverie.

The rockstar that had been enchanting you for months from a distance. The man who had been occupying all your thoughts far too much for having been a stranger.

This is your chance. No more hiding at the back of the bar, only admiring him with the safety of a crowd between you two. No more wondering, no more imagining, no more pining. Time stands still, not a single clock daring to strike midnight as the electric currents between you two come to a rise.

“Say,” you say right when he looks to be preparing himself to speak first. It’s time to be bold, take a risk, no matter the costs. “Do you… Do you want to grab a drink?”

His wicked grin is even better right in front of you, directed at you, “Well, he did say the bar is ours. What’s your poison?”

“Jack and coke?”

He shrugs, still a vibrant fool, like a schoolgirl with a crush, “I’ve been known to have a heavy hand with the jack, but… I think I can manage that.”

Electrifying, pulsing, the beginning of something new. You can see it now – the way you’re going to cling to his arm when he makes you laugh so hard you nearly fall off your chair, the way he’ll be able to charm you better over a jack and coke than he ever had been able to from behind a guitar, the way those eyes scream trouble. And yet at the end of the night, you know he’ll still walk you to your car through the empty parking lot. He’ll probably use the excuse of the bad weather looming overhead. When the sky finally breaks open and the first drops of rain fall, neither of you will be brave enough to admit what you both already know. Tonight’s not the night for kisses in the rain or talk of what-ifs.

That’s fine. For tonight, the sparks of something new are enough.

Eddie moves to walk behind the bar, but you throw out a reckless hand to catch him. Your first curls around his forearm for the first time tonight, and even with the layer of leather that separates skin, you can feel it. “Hey, did you really call me your Cinderella?”

Flashes and arrays of what’s to come flood both of you. It’s only the first drink. It’s only the first night.

It won’t be the last.

“I mean,” he nods subtly down to the hand holding him, where your ring glitters on your middle finger, snug on your knuckle, “If the ring fits, right?”

He’s right. The ring fits.

And a different ring fits years later, after all those kisses in the rain and many more jack and cokes that Eddie never quite perfects. And you’re still right where you belong, front row at every Corroded Coffin show, Eddie’s own personal Cinderella. When the clock strikes midnight, he’s no longer afraid – he knows you’ll be coming home to him now.

Phil only laughs when he receives the invite, chuckling to himself at the chosen theme for the two idiots that once haunted his bar who now had moved onto bigger and better things.

A gothic fairytale wedding, on a Tuesday night. How fitting.

"you touch me once and it's really something. you find i'm even better than you imagined i would be."

#speak now (ghost's version)#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #gotta go see a dentist now #heavily inspired by the og version where she talks about meeting in a bar ngl #speak now is just so fairytale love coded to me i'm sorry #this also would have fit so well for enchanted too but #i listened to sparks fly as i wrote it i swear

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inactivewattpadauthor · 2 months

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Windwolf x Adopted Reader: Special Guest

Idk... ignoring all the other things I wrote on them, Nightwolf and Fujin would be great fathers. They can adopt me idc

Context: Nightwolf is already your guardian. He introduces you to Fujin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Headcanon Note

Fujin is pansexual. Nightwolf is demi-sexual.

This one is canon: Fujin likes sponge cake. Important fact, I promise.

Also canon but a lot of people imagine otherwise, Nightwolf is taller than Fujin. (6'4 to 5'10) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Normally, anyone would find the sun peeking through their light curtains pretty warming when they are in bed. Especially at this time of brunch.

But not you. You laid incorrectly in bed away from the sunlight with a blanket thrown over your head, mind possessed by the tablet device that was gifted to you by your caretaker.

When you first received it, you were rather surprised to hear it did belong to him as he may or may not have been a hacker when he was younger. He definitely didn't seem like the type.

What sucks is he refuses to teach you anything in that genre, so now whenever you play some game and a bot you call a teammate throws, they get away with it.

You didn't care too much anymore since your gaming drive died down a little. You were mostly on your tablet for a while to scroll through the media and read cheesy things that you know you'd be damned if Nightwolf discovers it.

"Y/n?" You hear him knock at your door gently.

"Yeah?" Your attention was provoked from the screen, and you stopped kicking your feet in the air to see what your savior wants.

Opening the door, he peeks in to observe you for a bit. You can see the man has gone somewhere earlier this morning, hence by his usual red war paint around his eyes. Guess you just didn't hear him go out since technology keeps wasting your senses, with a bit of sleep deprivation, but you weren't doing much to fix that.

"Good morning." Nightwolf says, seeing you shielding yourself from the day with your covers. "Sleep well?"

Glancing up at him, you just shrug.

"You didn't sleep yet, did you?" He sighs.

"Nope."

"Right. Anyways, there's someone I want you to meet." Nightwolf tells you.

Your face already sulked. New people? Disgusting. "Can you tell them I just said hi?"

Nightwolf sighs and opens the door more, leaning against the frame. "No, Y/n. I know you aren't one to be around people, let alone meet, but it's someone special to me."

His explanation somewhat connected with you, but you didn't fold quite yet.

"Please? Just this once. I don't ask you for much, but it would mean a lot if you did."

Gods, it's true. You'd feel like more of a shitty person if you reject his request like you do most of the time.

Sighing, you turned off your tablet and set it aside. Removing the blanket from your messy hair, you sat up. "Fine. Just give me a moment."

The strong warrior smiles at your acceptance and thanks you before closing the door and giving you the time you need to fix yourself up.

When you stepped out your safe space, you refer to as your room, Nightwolf waited for you, offering his hand. Without thinking much, you took it despite feeling too old to hold hands with someone as a parent. But, not admittedly, you just feel safe with Nightwolf.

"Be aware, they are much more outgoing than you, and I did tell them you're rather shy. I still hope you could get along, though. I think you'd like them." Nightwolf shares.

You only were thinking on who it is. Maybe someone from his tribe? A girl, maybe? You didn't care for a mother figure as long as she didn't coddle too much.

Your father figure brings you to the living room, and let's go of your hand. You stand a bit awkward as you examine who the guest is.

It was a man. What catches you off guard is his glowing eyes. It's not the most abnormal thing you've seen. You'd ask Nightwolf to summon his animals so you could play with them. But you weren't really expecting someone that barely has visible pupils.

He also has a tattoo in his shoulder that glows up as well, which was pretty cool to see. But his eyes... you really should stop being into creepypasta.

"Fujin. This is Y/n. I... saved her from the Black Dragon." (mm lore) Nightwolf presents you, placing comforting hands on your shoulders. "And, Y/n, this is Lord Fujin. He's a close friend of mine."

A lord, huh? That explains the eyes.

Fujin walks to you two, with a very friendly smile. "Why, hello, Y/n! Nightwolf has spoken of you a lot! I'm very pleased to finally meet you." He extends a hand.

There wasn't much you had to say, but you hesitantly took his hand, shaking it. "Thanks... Nice to meet you, too... Lord Fujin- oh!"

You get pulled into a sudden embrace, but you didn't respond negatively to it. You glanced back at Grey Cloud, and he was rather unexpected of it, too. However, you knew the god didn't mean harm. He's just happy to meet someone close to his dear Nightwolf.

"You can just call me Fujin, little one. We are both close ones of Nightwolf, are we not?" He pulls away and pats your back, looking down at you with such a comforting aura.

"Right." You look away, getting flustered.

Nightwolf finally steps in and leads Fujin to the kitchen. "Care for any tea?" You could hear him ask as they both go to another room. You take the chance to scramble back to your room and process what just happened.

---Hour Time Skip brought to you by... idk Geras wearing weave or smth---

An hour gone by, and you could hear chatting at the front door. You open your door to take a peek. It appears Fujin was about to leave.

Contrary to what you thought earlier about meeting new people, the white-haired man was quite interesting to you.

Turning around and spotting you, Nightwolf gestures silently for you to come and say bye to the special guest. You listen and approach them, still looking at Fujin.

"It was nice meeting you again, Y/n," Fujin bows to you. "Maybe next time I come by, we can spend time together! I can bring you a gift too- do you like clouds? Or sponge cake?"

Wow, he's very energetic for you. You look at Nightwolf for some type of guidance.

"It's up to you." The shaman says. "You can trust him."

"I'm okay with whatever you give me... or if you want to hang out a little, I guess." You shrug.

"Great!" Fujin then looks at Grey. "I'll see you soon when I break from my duties again."

Thoughts began brewing your mind as you noticed the change of tone in Fujin's voice, and the very sincere look he gives Nightwolf. Especially the hand placement on the shoulder, your caretaker's hand placing over that one.

Fujin left, and you stood with Nightwolf trying to process things. "'Close friend', huh?" You say with sarcasm, raising your eyebrow at the tall man.

Nightwolf sighs, yet nods. "Indeed. 'Close friend.'" ~~~~~~~~~~~~

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #fujin #lord fujin #nightwolf #nightwolf x reader #windwolf #fujin x reader #goddesswritings

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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Poly!Lacho x GN!Reader ~ Enemy Within

A/N: Cheesy title? Lmao Idc. This is to go along with this pitch I made. I'm so excited to make it I have been planning this out in my head for days. Also, there simply aren't enough gifs with both Lalo & Nacho in them. I already know this is going to be long so you guys are getting a word count section LMAO. Side note: I may or may not have stolen the pet names Lalo & Nacho give the reader from @asgardianangel03 (CHECK OUT THEIR LACHO X READER FIC IT INSPIRED EVERYTHING I WRITE) bc they fit so well.

Prompt: Lacho (Lalo x Nacho) x Reader where Lalo & Nacho live in a big home & eventually the reader either stays the night or ends up living with them. This is in the time when Lalo & Gus are going head to head & thanks to Mike, Gus knows about the reader. Gus orders his men to kidnap the reader, beat them up, then frees them & pretends to be a good samaritan that saves them & brings them home to Lalo & Nacho. Gus uses this to get into Lalo & Nacho's home to find out their plans & Lalo & Nacho, who haven't told the reader about their business, are freaking out that Gus is now basically the reader's best friend. ~ Yours Truly

Contains: Kidnapping, short mention of assault, blood, manipulation

Word Count: 3818 (I WENT CRAZY)

[Part 1] | Part 2

Lalo & Ignacio sat in the former's study, trying their best to keep their argues to a whisper. They had convinced you they were going on a business trip that night. Inconspicuous, easy, nothing could go wrong. That's what Lalo told his husband over & over but Ignacio would not hear it.

"Fring has to know about Y/N, you know what he'll do. I don't want to leave them here!" He whisper yelled, shoulders tense & clear fear in his eyes.

"Ignacio, it will be two nights alone & my men will be here. If you don't remember, you two are married to a cartel don (CANON AHH), my people will keep them safe."

Ignacio shushed his husband, stopping his blatant gloating. He had three things he wanted to protect, his father, his husband & their partner. Ignacio knew Y/N was in danger.

"You think Fring cares about the cartel!? YOUR UNCLE KILLED HIS BOYFRIEND!"

Lalo jumped up & covered Ignacio's mouth. You heard yelling from the living room where you had been waiting for your partners to finish discussing. It was incoherent but the volume alone scared you. You walked briskly over to Lalo's study & knocked on the door. Lalo opened the door enough to reveal his signature Lalo smile.

"Sí, querida?" He asked cheerily.

"Are you guys okay?" You asked, genuinely worried.

Ignacio pushed past Lalo, opening the door fully, & held your face in both hands, "Yes, ángel, we just had a disagreement about one of Lalo's restaurants, El Michoacáno."

Ignacio placed a kiss on your lips & gave you a soft & terribly convincing smile. You couldn't help but melt.

"What does Lalo want to do with El Michoacáno?" You asked, looking past Ignacio to see your other partner.

"He wants to abandon it," Ignacio glared back at Lalo before walking off into the kitchen.

"Abandon is a strong word, mi corazón!" Lalo chased after him.

Lalo grabbed Ignacio's arm & he whipped around, poking angrily at Lalo, "If they," Ignacio took a gulp, "If your business gets hurt... that's on you!"

Ignacio ripped his arm away from Lalo & went outside, likely to work out his emotions. He wanted to stay home with you, to keep you safe, but Lalo insisted that Ignacio had to join him for this meeting. Being asked to choose between his partners is impossible, so in the end he told Lalo this would be the one time he left Y/N home by themself. Lalo thanked him too many times to count & promised you would be safe.

In what feels like a whole different world, but really is just across town, Gustavo Fring was planning. His best man, Mike Ehrmantraut, sat across him at his desk inside a Los Pollos Hermanos restaurant. Mike placed a set of photos on the table & spread them out all facing his boss. Gus took a long moment to take all the details in. The images were all of you. You at work, you at home, you in your backyard, & you at dinner with Lalo & Ignacio. Gus pulled the last photo close to him & picked it up. The three of you looked so happy. Nacho sat next to you in the booth, you sitting next to the large window allowing a clear view of each one of you. You were all dressed nicely & waiting for your food. You held one of each of your partner's hands.

"This is their partner?" Gus asked with a monotone voice.

"Yes, as far as I can tell they have been together for a long time. Y/N lives with them down on acapulco drive."

"Put your men on the house, when you find the right moment... take them."

"Alright," Mike replied, standing up.

Gus waited for Mike to open the door before speaking, "If there are any witnesses, kill them. This needs to be foolproof."

That night, Lalo brought both his own & Ignacio's bags to his car. Their meeting would be tomorrow morning, they'd stay the night for one of Eladio's parties & bring him gifts, then return home the next night. He heaved the bags into the trunk then closed it while Ignacio gave you a tight hug.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I'll miss you every second," he spoke into your hair as he ran his hand through it.

It was oddly sentimental like it was the last time he was ever going to see you. You brushed it off knowing it was just a trip to one of Lalo's restaurants in Mexico. Lalo turned with a huge smile on his face & Ignacio beelined to the passenger side door, still upset with his husband. Lalo pulled you to him with an arm wrapped around your waist causing you to blush.

"We'll be home as soon as we can, querida," he promised genuinely.

"I hope so, I love you both. It's going to be hard by myself."

"You'll do fine, call us if you need anything."

With that Lalo took a step back, kissing down your arm. With each kiss, he got a bit further away from you until he reached your hand.

"I love you," he smirked, giving you one last kiss on the hand before heading to the car.

You watched them pull out of the driveway, Lalo putting a comforting hand on his husband's thigh which was inevitably swatted at. You could hear Lalo's, 'Aye! That hurt!' from his cracked window as they drove off, causing you to chuckle. You let out a yawn before heading inside, ready to go to sleep after a long day.

Mike, who had heard the whole conversation from his car parked a bit down the street, lifted a walkie-talkie to his mouth, "Give it five minutes, if the coast is clear go in."

You got into some comfy clothes, one of Ignacio's shirts & Lalo's pants, & climbed into bed. You laid down in the middle of the large bed & pulled one of your partners' pillows to your chest. You already felt a bit sad that they were gone, letting out a soft sigh. It's okay, you'll make it. The door flung open causing you to lurch out of bed, four men with guns piled into the room pointing their guns & flashlights at you.

"What- Who are you?" Your voice trembled as you raised your arms above your heads.

One man walked up to you wordlessly & slammed his pistol into your head, effectively knocking you out. The man threw you over his shoulder & got behind two of the men, one behind him, & the group made their way out. They walked out of the house past a car with two of Lalo's men inside who were shot dead. You were bound & placed in the back of one of the cars that your assailants had come in. One of the men in the group left to dispose of the car & the bodies while the others headed off to Gus.

You woke up feeling immense pain in your forehead. You were trapped in a room with white walls & gray, concrete floors. You weren't bound any longer but you felt weak. You got up & walked to the door, turning the knob. It was locked. Panic raced through your body as you remembered the men in your home. You were kidnapped. They must have targeted you because they knew you were home alone, at least that's what you thought. A large, buff man entered the room & dragged you by the shirt into another room.

"No, please- don't do this," you begged as he grabbed your wrists, locking you into cuffs above your head.

"Shut up!" He grunted.

You obeyed, not wanting to get hurt any worse than he intended to hurt you. Hours & hours of grueling pain, you swore if there were windows it would be broad daylight by now. When the man uncuffed you, you fell to the floor. You couldn't bring yourself to stand up or even move, for that matter. He lifted you up to make you sit against the wall & pulled out a camera.

"Smile," he mocked before taking a picture, "Your husband is going to give me so much money for your dumbass."

A fabrication made to think you were just a ransom. Gus Fring had come up with such an intricate plan to weave himself into your life, it even scared Mike a little. Using you as a way to get into Lalo & Nacho's personal life with you on the verge of finding out about their real business as leverage, not to mention showing he could kill you if he wanted to. The man left the room, staring at his phone. He did exactly as he was told & left the door unlocked. Gus noticed, from behind a two-way mirror, that you had realized the door was unlocked.

"Nows your time to shine, Fring," the man walked into the adjacent room.

Gus nodded & walked out towards his car, turning it on & pulling out of the parking lot. You used all your strength to get up & hobble over to the door. You opened it & let out an airy laugh, you could escape this. You looked out into the hallway to see a door open to the outside, baiting you in that direction. You sprinted outside just as Gus pulled back into the parking lot. You begged him to open the door & he quickly leaned over & opened the passenger side door. You climbed in & ordered him to pull away. Once you couldn't see the plain white building in the distance you turned to Gus.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you okay?! What was that, why are you covered in blood?" Gus flawlessly put on a scared good samaritan act.

"I- this man took me. He- he-" You began to feel really dizzy.

"Are you alright, do we need to go to the hospital?"

"I- I think I'll be..." You fell forward, going limp.

Amazingly, just as Gus planned. He turned around & right back to the building. His man met him at the passenger side door & carried you inside & into a separate room. Dr. Barry Goodman, his doctor from Mexico, was flown in just for this to work. The man rested you on the hospital bed & Dr. Goodman gave you meds to knock you out. He watched the torture that you had been through, instructing the man to stop when he thought you'd be close to losing enough blood to pass out. Now he had to patch you up. He placed you on your back & peeled back your shirt, knowing you'd be in immense pain if you were awake. This was going to be a lot of work.

In Mexcio, around the time the doctor finished patching you up, Ignacio & Lalo were preparing for Don Eladio's party. Ignacio paced the room wiping sweat off his face.

"Qué ocurre, mi corazón? (What's wrong, my heart?)" Lalo asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"No respondieron a mis mensajes de texto (They did not respond to my texts)," Ignacio spoke softly, worry coursing through his veins.

Lalo grabbed Ignacio's shoulders & put on a reassuring smile, "¡Todo está bien! Estoy seguro de que están demasiado ocupados divirtiéndose (Everything is fine! I'm sure they are just too busy having fun)."

"¿Llamaste a tus hombres? (Did you call your men?)" Ignacio looked deep into Lalo's eyes, looking for either hope or comfort.

"Sí, sí, Ignacio. ¡Dijeron que nuestra querida está bien! (Yes, yes, Ignacio. They said our darling is fine!)" Lalo reassured his husband, pulling him into a hug, "You're too paranoid, go get dressed."

"Alright, te quiero (I love you)," Ignacio sighed before turning to his suitcase.

Lalo pulled out his phone feeling fear finally hit him. His men hadn't responded. He thought they were just ignoring his texts, he refused to believe any worse. He began furiously typing, 'Idiotas, contesten su teléfono. Necesito una actualización sobre la seguridad de mi pareja. (You idiots, answer your phone. I need an update on my partner's safety.)"

You woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping. You saw Gus on the other side of the small room, seemingly giving a police officer a summary of what happened to you. When the man dressed as a cop noticed you were awake, he walked to your side.

"Hello, Mx. can you tell me your name?"

"Y/N L/N."

"I'm sorry that we had to meet on such circumstances, Mx. L/N, but I need to know anything you know about the man that kidnapped you."

You told the man everything you remembered down to the mole on the guy's cheek. You noted the color of the building on the outside & any small detail that came to mind. The man nodded as you rambled, writing down the things you said.

"Alright, thank you Mx. L/N. We will find this man & bring him to justice. I have given Mr. Fring my number & I'll get you updates on the case through him."

You nodded & thanked the man, his weird method of communication made sense in your drugged up stupor. The doctor took the officer's place with a small bottle in hand. Gus walked to your other side.

"The doctor said you can go home after he gives you the medication you were prescribed. If you tell me where you live, I can drive you home."

"Umm, 712 Acapulco Drive. I don't have my keys but I think there's a spare key hidden under a rock," you blabbed.

"Mx. L/N, I'm going to give you some pain medication. They're going to make you really sleepy, alright? Then your new friend Gus will take you home," the man tried to make light of the situation while giving you Fring's name.

You nodded, feeling the meds hit you seconds later. You laid back in your hospital bed & let yourself fall asleep, believing you were in safe hands now. By the time Gus got you home it was late at night & Lalo had a bad feeling in his gut. He texted you that he & Ignacio were coming home. Gus had laid you down on the couch on your stomach & taken your phone & neglected opening any messages to avoid getting caught. Gus walked into the kitchen & made you a cup of tea, he heard you wake up when the pot went off.

"Gus?" You asked while sitting up on the couch.

"Yes? I thought I'd make you some tea, it always makes me feel better!" He gave you a cheery voice, the same he'd give his customers when he asked how their food was.

"Oh," you paused out of shock from the stranger's kindness, "Thank you."

The moment Gus stepped into the living room, the front door flung open, scaring you both. Lalo had his hand on his gun, which rested on his hip, hidden in the waistband of his pants. The world froze for Lalo. He pulled Ignacio behind him & analyzed every inch of you & Gus. Fring has tea in his hand, not a gun. You look more scared by him kicking open the door than you do Gus. You look tired out of your mind & in pain, was he hurting you? He decided to play it safe.

"Who are you?!" Lalo yelled, pretending he didn't know who Gus was.

You understood Lalo's fear, realizing you hadn't been able to check your phone. You walked up to him & placed your hand on his chest, feeling a racing heartbeat.

"This is Gus, he saved my life. Everything is okay, Lalo!"

Lalo dropped his hand from his gun, hoping you hadn't taken note of its existence. Ignacio stepped in front of you & cupped your face with his hands, something he had picked up as a nervous habit.

"What do you mean 'saved your life,' ángel?"

You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you prepared an explanation. Lalo walked up to you & wrapped an arm around your waist like usual, causing you to jump & cry in pain. Ignacio wrapped his arms around your head protectively as you cried, he glared at Gus.

"What happened?" Lalo asked as he stepped towards Gus, his voice having an eerily threatening tinge to it.

Ignacio whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to draw your mind away from the conversation as he led you to Lalo's study.

"Your partner was kidnapped, sir. They escaped bravely & hopped in my car. I took them to the hospital & brought them here," Gus explained, knowing you were still in earshot.

Ignacio used one arm to close the double doors to Lalo's study, always keeping one arm on your body to remind himself you were alive & at least okay. When the door shut loudly, Lalo's face dropped.

"What do you want, Fring?" he spat out his words like poison.

"I was just trying to be a good samaritan, help a fellow person in need," he gave Lalo the same customer service smile despite being alone with him now.

"What did you do to them?" Lalo would not let Gus keep up this facade.

"I only helped! I drove them to the hospital & contacted the police. I heard those kidnappers hurt them pretty bad though," Gus' last sentence stung, "I'm so sorry that happened, I'm just glad they got out."

"I could kill you right now & no one would know," Lalo's voice became gravelly from pure rage.

Gus looked off towards the study, letting his smile soften, "Y/N would know."

Lalo gritted his teeth. He could only imagine how upset Ignacio was with him. You were crying in his arms from the pain.

"The doctor gave me meds for the pain, I think Gus has them."

"Don't worry, ángel, I'll go get them. You stay here & don't move a muscle," Ignacio stood up & his heart ached as he let go of you. He didn't want to spend a second away from you, but he didn't trust Fring.

Ignacio walked out of the room, being met with his husband's death-wishing glare directed at Gus. He didn't dare turn his head, knowing he had already fucked up he intended to not let Gus out of his sight.

Ignacio held his hand out in front of Gus, "They said you had pain meds."

Ignacio seemed downright unamused & completely unphased. Gus took the medication out & placed it in Ignacio's hand. He gripped the small container, opened it, & poured one into his hand. Ignacio raised his hand a bit, holding eye contact with Gus.

"Take it," Ignacio spoke simply.

"Those are for your partner... for their back."

"I said take it," His voice never wavered from what can only be described as bored.

Gus shrugged his shoulders & swallowed the pill, "The doctor gave this to them, not me. Just oxycodone."

Ignacio studied Gus' face once more before turning on his heel & walking back to the study. Lalo waited until the doors closed once more to continue talking. Ignacio returned to his spot on the couch with you laying between his leg & on his stomach. He grabbed a bottled water from behind him without getting up & handed it to you.

He read the label out loud, "Alright, 10 milligrams every 12 hours with food. Have you eaten, ángel?"

"No," you groaned, "Not since the dinner Lalo made before you both left."

Ignacio was taken back to the moment he finally agreed to go with Lalo, when he was cooking that very dinner. If he just stayed, you would be safe right now. He hadn't even looked to see your bruises, possibly just pretending you were never bruised.

"What did you do to my men?" Lalo asked, already assuming the answer.

"What men?" Gus asked innocently.

With that, Lalo grabbed Gus by the jacket & pulled him outside, throwing him onto the grass. He pulled out his gun & pointed it at Gus, the man on the floor quickly raising his hands to protect his face.

"There, I don't know if you're afraid of cameras or what! Tell me what happened or so help me I will shoot you & tell Y/N you went home!"

Gus stood up silently & patted the dirt off his pants. He looked up into Lalo's eyes, his smile finally fading to a deadpan look.

"Your men are dead, my men disposed of them."

"Why didn't you just kill Y/N?" Lalo was now poking around for information.

"Would you rather I did?" Gus caught on immediately.

Lalo sighed, "Give me the name of the man that hurt them & I will consider not telling Eladio."

"Don't lie to me, Lalo. You'll tell Eladio either way, you can at least say that to my face. But as a sign of goodwill, Brian Clarke. There's an e at the end of Clarke."

"Goodwill? You kidnapped my partner! How is that goodwill, huh?" Lalo asked, taking a step towards Gus & placing his gun into his waistband once more.

"Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to-"

Lalo could not take any more of this bullshit & punched Gus in the face, "Oh, I'm so sorry. That looks like that will leave a mark."

Lalo, once again, grabbed Gus by the shirt & dragged him inside. He threw the poor man to the sink the moment he realized he had a bloody nose. He pushed a roll of paper towels in his direction. The sound of Ignacio trying to convince you to go back in the study made Lalo turn his head for a second before stepping back to keep both the area you were coming from & Gus in view.

"Querida! Did the pain meds work?" He tried to sound positive in a caring way, it was hard in the moment.

"Yeah- Wait, what happened?!" It took you a second to notice Gus' bleeding nose.

"You know, bloody nose season. Right, Gus?"

"Yeah, I get them all the time. Nothing to worry about," Gus spoke as his blood dripped down the sink.

You let out a big yawn causing even Lalo's eyes to soften. Ignacio nervously placed his hands on your hips, "Can I see your bruises so I can know where not to touch you?"

You reluctantly agreed, afraid to try to explain what happened, & turned around so both of your partners could see your back. Nacho slowly lifted the shirt to show bandages covering your back, soaked with blood.

"They cut you?"

"A lot," you admitted weakly, "It felt like hours, I don't know for sure."

"Oh, ángel, I'm so sorry," Ignacio's arms found themselves wrapping around your head again, "Lalo, grab Y/N a snack to go with their meds & I'm going to take them to bed. Oh, & mata a ese pollero, mi vida" (Kill the chicken man, my life (pet name))

A/N: Part two? I would be so down. Reblog or comment if you want it. I am so proud of this & I'll proofread it when I can.

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silverflqmes · 1 year

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໒⦂ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, yuji terushima, yu nishinoya, shoyo hinata, daichi sawamura, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa + takahiro hanamaki, kotaro bokuto, tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi

gender neutral! reader

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he would definitely take you out to get milk bread with him before taking you in his car to go to his special spot where he admires the stars

⌗ seeing as oikawa is a total geek who believes in aliens, i'm sure some part of him also finds astronomy interesting so he'll definitely start going on about that

⌗ "ahh y/n-chan! i'm so glad you're okay with this, iwa-chan's always making fun of me for liking this kind of stuff!!"

⌗ while you guys could just lay down on the grass — he prefers wrapping his arms around you and resting your head on his chest

⌗ "i'd say you're as pretty as the stars, but it'd take an infinite amount of them to compare to you, y/n-chan~"

➫ 𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ cat café for sure, then movies at home; i don't make the rules 😗✨

⌗ you'd think he was bringing you there to pet cats and stuff but in all honesty — he wants to do it just as bad

⌗ "oya? y/n-chan, you should totally try these ears on, hmm? it'd be a cute look for ya~ i'm sure the team would enjoy it. wouldn't you agree?"

⌗ the teasing would never end, i can tell you that at least..

⌗ after you guys finish up — with kuroo complaining about wanting to take all the cats home, you two end up snuggling on his couch with hot coco while putting on all the classic and iconic movies 😌

➫ 𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ i hope you guys know how to skateboard cuz —

⌗ you can't tell me he won't take you to a skating park. i mEaN loOk aT hIM😭

⌗ if you don't know how to skate he'll definitely take the time to teach you, ofc while holding your hand so you don't fall and hurt yourself. surprisingly — he's hella patient when it comes to you.

⌗ "don't push yourself too hard y/n, i wouldn't want you to fall for me all over again!" — he would totally laugh and use cheesy pickup lines but you still love his dumbass😌

⌗ once the sun sets, y'all would definitely take cute pictures before heading off to buffalo wild wings or sumn to get sum dinner

➫ 𝓝𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗔 𝓨𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ why go to one place for a date when you can fit like ten different dates into one?

make sure you slept the night before cuz this boy is taking you EVERYWHERE and you already know he has a never ending source of energy😭 you might need to stop for a coffee at some point — bUT DON'T GIVE ANY TO NOYA.

⌗ "y/n-chan we're totally going swimming, to the amusement park, the mall — OH AND WE NEED TO GET GARIGARIKUN POPSICLES!!"

⌗ he'll drag you everywhere, but you're happy to get tired as long as you're with him and having fun🥺💗

⌗ after going to like ten different places, the last destination would be at sakonoshita's where you guys would have your popsicles together and share a kiss ♡︎

➫ 𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ the amusement park, that's where he's taking you — but first, he'll ask you to set for him at the park before going LMAO

⌗ on his way to pick you up he'll bring you meat buns while asking you to hop on his bike with him to go set at the park🥺

⌗ surprisingly the amusement park isn't all that far away and you guys manage to get there early enough to get stamps + tickets so you can try all sorts of rides out

⌗ just like he gets nervous for matches , he gets nervous for rides.. please take him to the bathroom before he finds another scary tall ass mf —

⌗ "y/n-channn this embarrassing.. i can go on my own y'know! i doubt dai ou-sama's here today.." — idc if he says no, go with him😐

➫ 𝓢𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ alright dadchi here is hella classy, so he'd either take you to a really fancy dinner or — dinner at home cuz he can definitely cook :D

⌗ he'd pick you up from your house and say hi to your parents while assuring he'd take care of you🥺

⌗ he'd get you roses for sure or some sort of pretty flowers 😭💘💘

⌗ "wow i thought these were beautiful when i got them for you, but they could never compare to you, y/n" — he'd be blushing too, daichi doesn't use a lotta pickup lines 😭

because my man knows chivalry and how to be a gentleman, he'd pay and even get you a dessert to split together :'o

➫ 𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘 𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ��

⌗ after successfully dragging kenma away from his gaming console, you end up taking him to an arcade. it's a small improvement, okay??

⌗ he's reluctant, but sometimes going to retro arcades can be fun and they have GOOD ASS snacks so he luckily wasn't all that difficult with you — you'd have to tell kuroo about this later cuz 🕺🏽✨

⌗ after playing a bunch of fighting games and even air hockey — you end up dragging his ass to dance dance revolution😭

⌗ "y/n you do realize i can hardly roll out of bed, you really expect me to do this?"

⌗ he complains a little at first, but after dancing a few rounds, you coulda sworn you saw his lips curl up a just a little 👀

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ i feel like iwa would take you to the park for a cute picnic. simple, but sweet

⌗ he'd bring a whole picnic basket with snacks and i headcannon that he can cook, so he definitely made sumn

⌗ because he isn't good with romance, he reluctantly went to tooru for help — who could NOT stop running his mouth.. he got hit with a volleyball afterwards tho😔

⌗ "so i went to that trashykawa for help, what does it matter?! i wanna be able to make shit nice for you!" — iwa are you blushing??🤨

⌗ i imagine there somehow being fireworks that night — don't ask me why and he'd totally lean in to share a kiss with you — while you're caught off guard ofc🚶‍♂️

➫ 𝓜𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡 && 𝓜𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ramen date for sure cuz mattsun is lazy but wants some good ass food and who doesn't like ramen😗

⌗ lowkey feel like y'all would run into makki who just — ends up joining your date 😭 oh to be blessed by the presence of matsuhana✨

⌗ these two would seem normal at first , definitely no bad intentions until you see less noodles in your bowl each time you look from one to the other😐

⌗ "it was makki / mattsun — " in sync :^

⌗ honestly your date with them is just pure crackheaded energy.. but you have a good time with them and they end up walking you home where you kiss both their cheeks before going inside🥺💘

➫ 𝓑𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝓚𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ y'all are going to get sum good ass bbq at a secret but underrated place in tokyo✨

⌗ this crackheaded owl will definitely show up to your house uninvited and drag your ass out cuz he's cool with your family😭

⌗ "y/n-chan i'm amazing aren't i?! even akaashi said this was a good idea!"

⌗ he would talk your whole ear off about his accomplishments in volleyball and would even start talking about akaashi LMAO but you find it cute to watch him be so positive and energetic

⌗ please watch your food cuz you already know he's gonna grab those chopsticks and snatch every piece even out of arm's reach🖐

➫ 𝓚𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ mr. awkward here doesn't know any better so he bought tickets to a professional volleyball match😪

⌗ he's just a lil blueberry who loves his milk and you can't possibly say no to him, so of course you go. surprisingly it's extremely fun and watching him light up like a little kid is just the cutest sight

⌗ " i.. dumbass, i'm not blushing!" yeah ok

⌗ you'd tease him for sure after the match finishes and in response — ah.. expect him to get you back for that later😭

⌗ since he found it a little selfish that he made you do something of his interests, he ends op offering to buy you ice cream at a cute vintage parlor so y'all can take cute pictures of sharing ice cream ✨

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓐𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ did someone say beach?

⌗ okay but fr — he wants to take you to the beach and even try out volleyball on the sand there too — aside from swimming ofc and possibly dragging you to try out some kind of crazy watersport😭

⌗ y'all would have some seafood in a cute little restaurant on the beach and have snowcones afterwards

⌗ "oh? y/n-chan, you've got a little something there," he says this as he wipes your cheek and totally gives you the side eye while licking his finger😐

⌗ you already know this man finna come from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and sprint to the shore as he tosses you in before joining🐒

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ i feel like osamu would like to spend your date together at home with takeout — probably chinese and i don't blame him😍

⌗ y'all would play some board games together — with you complaining halfway about losing monopoly to him for the 36289292th time🧎

⌗ y'all would stay up LATE just playing those games and then watching movies afterwards

⌗ LOTS of snacks and we can't forget that glorious takeout food. he'd make tea somewhere in between too

⌗ "y/n, i understand you want to win, but we can't play all night y'know — you need your rest for tomorrow."

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗠𝗜 𝓔𝗜𝗧𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ do not tell me he does NOT have money — hE GOES TO SHIRATORIZAWA COME ON Y'ALL

⌗ he's taking you to the mall cuz he wants to shop for some new clothes and spoil you rotten, i mean it —

⌗ you'd try and hold the bags at the very least since he paid for everything, but in the end he ends up taking everything in one hand and uses his free one to hold yours🥺

⌗ "hey, if i'm taking out, i'll treat you like complete royalty," get your sunglasses ready for that smile you guys —

⌗ after a good two hours of shopping, he'll take you to a cute bakery nearby and split your favorite dessert with you ♡︎

notes. reviving the hq tag? ahahaha.. anyway don’t mind any typos these are old asf..

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imtooscaredforthis · 2 years

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Tethered

Part II- Chapter 16: Dance

Mentions of: FLUFF, mc and Frank being whipped and so in love with each other omg, and nothing else

A/N: HOLY SHIT IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER OMG AND ALSO IDC IM ADDING THIS BCS IT HAPPENED JUST LOOK AT THIS AFTER YOU READ THE CHAPTER CAUSE YOULL KNOW

https://imtooscaredforthis.tumblr.com/post/659321590260039680/this-may-or-may-not-be-a-major-concept-that-might

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Frank sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers impatiently, and waiting for you to come downstairs to leave. His eyes darted around the area, listening closely as he heard the floorboards squeaking from upstairs. A few minutes passed, and you finally came down.

You were wearing a (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps, which hung low past your knees. Your hair was done in a cute style as well, that same old locket around your neck, and you had a set of two-inch heels on, and some light makeup as well.

Frank looked at you in awe, while you didn’t look back, too focused on making sure you had everything ready, double-checking your purse.

You walked over to him with a grin, seeing him dawned in his varsity jacket, wearing a dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. “Wow, you’re actually wearing something formal for once.”

“Shut up, it’s just because you made me.” He rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. He looked good. A lot different than he used to. Happier, even.

You two were seventeen now, enjoying your summer before your final year in Highschool, and before you went off to college. For the past couple of weeks, you had been working at another charity for the elderly, and tonight, you were having a dance.

Somehow, you managed to convince him to go with minimal complaints. Even now, as the two of you walked to the dance, he wasn’t complaining much. Except for “I don’t wanna be around a bunch of old people,” “it’s gonna be so boring,” and “this is stupid.”

But besides that, things were going pretty well. It wasn’t long until you arrived, greeting people here and there, while Frank walked by your side. After a small ceremony that Frank once again was bored with, whining the whole time, which you had to punch him to shut up, it was time to dance.

Like always, he declined to dance with you, so you went dancing with some of the elders. You danced for a couple of songs before you finally got sick of Frank sitting there and watching you, dragging him onto the floor.

You expected him to say no, to walk back to the table, or to even leave, but he didn’t. This time, he stayed. And what he said next shocked you even more.

“Could you…could you teach me how to dance?” You couldn’t help the big grin that crossed your face. “Sure.”

As a slow song began to play, you positioned his arms around your back, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, having him sway with you.

You’re just too good to be true, Can’t take my eyes off of you,

You’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much,

You still remembered when you and he went to that other charity, and you and he stood out on that lake, skipping rocks. You remembered when he called you pretty and kissed you, just four years ago.

You’ve been together for four years, and so much has changed. You’ve both gotten older, and bigger and different. Frank was definitely bigger, already taller than you, even though he’s still growing, and muscular, and so handsome.

Pardon the way that I stare, There’s nothing else to compare,

The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak,

“What’re you smiling about?” He asked softly, a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his voice. “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am, being with someone so handsome, and strong..”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you giggled, running your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his messy brown hair. “God, that was so cheesy.”

“Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” You laughed, unable to look away from him. He moved his face closer to yours, and you switched your position, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and holding his hand with the other, while he kept one hand on your back and had his other holding your hand.

“It’s okay because I’m the lucky one. Especially with how fucking beautiful tonight. I mean, you’re always really pretty, but tonight-” You shut him up with a kiss, smiling as you pressed your lips to his.

I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright,

I need you baby, To warm a lonely night,

Trust in me when I say,

“I love this song. My parents used to play it all the time.” You grinned, grabbing Frank’s arm and holding it above his head. “What’re you doing?”

“Twirling you, dummy.” You spun him around, and he chuckled. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray,

Oh pretty baby, Now that I found you, stay,

And let me love you, baby, let me love you

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After a while, you did get bored, so you and Frank ended up running off together. You held his hand, while your other hand was holding your heels. Your feet had gotten sore, so you took them off, running without them instead.

Soon enough, you and Frank made it to that clearing by the lake. Fireflies flickered around you, and you two sat on the grass, listening to the crickets sing. You laid back on the ground with a sigh, looking up at the night sky.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed your sides, pulling you on top of him, causing you to squeal and giggle. He kissed you deeply, before pressing small kisses down your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, shivering as he kissed lower, running his hands along your sides. “My pretty girl.”

“Who’s being cheesy now?” You taunted him. “I’m not being cheesy, I’m just speaking the truth. You’re my pretty girl.”

“Whatever.” You murmured, rolling off of him and laying beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, while he held you close.

It was at that moment when he realized would do anything for you. He would burn the whole world for you, just to keep you with him. He truly had fallen for you.

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livelle · 2 years

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stay? please?

a Quackity/ You!!

summary: you’ve met Alex online, but that couldn’t stop you from falling for each other. You’re visiting him, and after two weeks, you really have to leave to go back home. Alex can’t bear it.

a/n: hello peeps!!! Hope you’re all doing well! Sorry if this is messy, I’m in the car right now! Soft quackity brainrot is heavily showing right now, but idc :) enjoy this, and take care of yourself. You deserve the world, so go relax for a bit right now! Oli loves you ( me ) :D

FLUFF, ROMANTIC

NO PRONOUNS USED

Cw: kissing, pure romantic cheesy fluff :,)

The past 14 days have been amazing. Spending time with Alex was amazing, he was your soulmate. You’ve known he was since you met him, even though you met in a silly discord call full of your friends. You two felt like little kids flirting with each other over the phone, crying over how much you needed each other next to you. It was almost embarrassing how much you loved him, adored him, without having seen him in real life. You’ve known him for nearly a year now, 11 months, and you’ve been dating for 8 of those. Of course you wanted to meet up earlier, you were adults now. But, for reasons of COVID, Visa problems and more.. there was no way you could get to Mexico. And neither could he go to you.

Until, on one day, you booked the flight. And it worked. Everything was set. A week later, you were on some random airport, ready to surprise your long distance boyfriend. Having had contact with his mom you knew when he was home, the address and more important stuff. He had opened his door with a confused face, probably not expecting anyone at this late hour. He looked tired, but still, your heart raced looking at his blinding beauty you fell so in love with. His expression changed quickly, overall shocked, but he ran into you, pulling you so close you coughed at how hard he was hugging you. ‘WhaAAat??’ He whisper-yelled. You laughed at his voice crack. You hugged back. Before you could explain why you were here he parted your hug, cupped your face and kissed you. Your lips clashed together harshly, a needy kiss, not caring about anyone else in that moment. It was messy, sure, but you both didn’t seem to care. You had waited so long for this. You felt something wet on your cheek. You broke the kiss; he was crying. ‘Ahhw baby’ you cupped his face and wiped the tears. ‘I’m so happy. So happy, you’re actually here?! I’ve waited my entire life for this.’ He mumbled. You nodded, also getting emotional yourself. You threw your arms around his neck, and he picked you up, and closed the door with his foot.

You were in his bed, his arms around you. Everything smelled like him, and he already put some of his hoodies in your suitcase so you could take those back with you. He played with your hair. ‘I had contact with your mom’ you whispered ‘is this some your mom joke-‘ he grinned. ‘NO NO BSHAHAHA, how else would I’ve known your address, I had contact with your mom.’ You giggled. ‘You sneaky little-‘ he started, and started tickling you. You laughed, and you wanted this night to last forever, but you were beyond tired from the traveling, so you fell asleep on his rising and falling chest moments later.

The rest of the days flew by so fastly, making breakfast, cuddling, going out with his friends, practicing Spanish, and more fun stuff. He took you on a date, to some fancy restaurant that made you blush, and an arcade hall where you had the most fun you ever did. He whispered sweet things in your hair when you went to bed, and kissed you deeply every morning when you woke up. You heart had never felt so full. You had got to know Tiger, his cat, and even though he was aggressive to everyone, he cuddled up to you a lot. Alex called him your son. You smiled.

He had put on some random music that you had shared when you first met online, something that you both liked, that he remembered. He took your hand and spun you around and around until your feet hurt. You ended up laughing uncontrollably on the couch. You finished shows together, decorated a cake together, made memories together.

It had been two full weeks now together, and you, again, watched the sun rise at his window. His body was pressed to yours, in a spooning position, and his warm arms were locked around you. His soft breathing in your hair still didn’t fail to make you smile. You sneakily turned, and pressed your head in his chest. You took in his smell, god, his smell. He smelled like some cologne you had never smelled before. It was a warm scent, if that makes sense, that matched with his body heat. it reminded you of a long lost home, forests and summer nights. His lips were tugged into a small smile in his sleep, which made you want to kiss him. You lifted your hand, and softly traced your fingers over his skin. You traced along the little birthmarks littering his face, and smiled even harder, if that was possible. Suddenly, his eyelids fluttered, and your eyes met his disoriented, lazy dark eyes. They were one of your favorite things about him. His eyes. They were dark, almost black, and they reminded you of dark wood, black coffee , and the sweet night sky. You could even sense some sparkles in his eyes, and you guessed those were the stars.

‘Mornin’ he simply mumbled, but you could feel him smiling as he pulled you even closer. He looked at you, admiring you as well. ‘Hi there, sleepy boy’ you whispered. He leaned in slowly, almost like he was scared to hurt you, and softer than ever, pressed his lips against yours. His lips moved with yours, and he nuzzled into your neck after. You pulled back so you could look at him. He was blushing. He was still blushing when you kissed.

Your eyes went wide, and he looked at you questioning your expression. ‘What’s going on honey?’ You looked at your phone once more, and faced him again. ‘Alex..’ you began, ‘I-it’s Wednesday.’ He blinked three times. ‘No its not.’ He said, unbelievingly. He stole your phone from your hands, and saw the date on the lockscreen (which was a photo of you two, him pressing a kiss against your cheek in a photobooth, the second day you were at his). He stared at it, until it automatically turned off. He gave it back. He frowned, pouted, and nuzzled his head in your chest. He kissed your collarbone. ‘I feel like you’re about to cry’ You grinned slightly. ‘WELL Y/N I AM I DON’T WANT YOU TO LEAVE YET PLEASE WHY DO YOU NEED TO LEAVE? You could live here I could get your stuff flown over here! We could share this bed forever, we could wake up to each other forever I can’t leave you anymore. I wont, I wont go back to it. It’s hell, you not with me, that’s hell.’ He went serious. You frowned as well, emotions bubbling up in your stomach. ‘stay? please? Even if it’s just another week. I need you with me.’ He whispered against your neck. ‘What about that flight?’ You asked softly. He looked up at you, a hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. He smiled. ‘I’ll pay for it, you’re not going, is that okay, baby?’ his eyes sparkled again. You smiled widely. ‘Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, thank you.’ You mumbled. You kissed him, multiple times, all over his face. You watched his face turn red in your hands. He blushed. He still blushed.

a/n: ITS OLI HERE! I hope this is okay, I hope y’all like this and it is what you expected!! Go join my discord server for updates, friends and fun!! It’s pretty swag😎

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satoruin · 3 years

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➣ tot boys and how they confess

pairing: artem, luke, vyn & marius x gn!reader

notes from lee: can you tell who my bias(es) are by this post?? but mmm first post for this fandom

artem:

Let’s be honest here, Celestine set it all up for him and is the one who nudges him into doing it

Now she didn’t write the whole ass script he has pulled out though and this mf is memorizing it, constantly repeating it to himself under his breath or full out to his wall

There’s also a lot of cheesy things in his prewritten confession too, like “you’re my sun, moon, and stars” typical rom-com stuff he’s taken notes on

There’s no set time to his confession though, but everything has to be absolutely perfect

It specifically has to be a time where no one else is around and it’s just you two, he’s made you dinner while you both stay overtime in the office, he’s invited you into his office to work together on a NXX case or something to that degree of specificity

None of it goes to plan and his usually composed demeanor has collapsed

Mumbles it under his breath and is completely embarrassed as you try to coax it out of him

His whole face is flushed, even the tips of his ears as he fully confesses to you

It’s not what he had in mind, but when you accept and hug him he knows it’s good enough

luke:

Now I love him but I don’t think he would confess before his death :/

He would leave behind some kind of voice note that intimately describes his feelings for you bc he doesn’t think you like him back at all :((

BUT idc about that and he would totally confess on a whim

Like the two of you are laying together and he’s just like “wow I love you so much”

But he says it out loud since as best friends you don’t keep secrets and he’s long learned he doesn’t really have a filter with you

It really only clicks to him when you say it back and he does a double-take and has a ‘wait, really?’ moment

He has to explain that it’s a romantic love for you and not a platonic one like you probably think and just really owns up to it

But when you’re like same he blushes so hard and is just “oh, ok”

Acts really weird doesn’t know what to do, and probably avoids you until you confront him and just kiss him to let him know

vyn:

He’s one sly mfer

Kinda drops subtle hints so that you can come to the realization you like him

He already knows you reciprocate his feelings of course, he would just like you to know before he confesses so that it’s not so messy

Once he picks up the signs of your realization like avoiding eye contact, getting flustered at any lingering touches, he makes his move

It’s just a nice afternoon tea with him and he brings it up in a casual and flirtatious manner, which isn’t weird since he’s so flirty anyhow

Watches your gears turn as you process his confession while smirking into his teacup

marius:

Extra af

Also has a plan laid out in advanced

Most likely rents out an entire shop or restaurant so that it’s just you two

As much as he teases and flirts with you it’s very hard for him to confess his true feelings to you

Surprisingly doesn’t use any nicknames and uses your real name so that’s how you know he’s serious and not just joking around with you

Gets very blushy and does that thing where he scratches the back of his neck and doesn’t make eye contact

Immediately goes back to being cocky as soon as you tell him you feel the same “Yeah, I knew you couldn’t help but feel the same”

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shirophic · 3 years

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close nights | mm!naegiri fic

here’s the mastermind!naegiri fic i promised BAAHAHAHA VERY INSPIRED BY SONGS AND THERES A FAMILIAR QUOTE AT THE END IM PRETTY SURE MOST OF YALL HAVE HEARD ngl i feel like it went too quick but honestly idc give me feedback warnings: mentions of death, blood, stabbing, major character deaths

The night was cold, colder than usual.

Kyoko Kirigiri entered the security room, sighing as she sat down in the cool, blue chair. As she scanned her eyes across all the different cameras, quite a few things were on her mind. The 4th trial had ended, with alter ego’s death replaying in the minds of the students. Despair rotted within the students as fear shook them. Alter ego was their only hope, and now they were crushed.

Kirigiri watched as Asahina sobbed in her pillow, Hagakure trying to calm himself down, Togami reading as if nothing happened, Fukawa having a panic attack... Kirigiri bored her eyes into each of the footage from the cameras. Careful trying not to miss anything. Up until she reached a certain CCTV footage caught her eye.

A boy holding up a sign. The boy was Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student. Kirigiri knew better than that, she was the Ultimate Detective for a reason. She knew that talent was a deception, after all, what kind of talent is the “Ultimate Lucky Student”?

Kirigiri knew his real ultimate was despair, a sickening depth of darkness, tearing down others.

To put it down to simpler words, It was his specialty.

Kirigiri never really understood the reason for despair. Sure, without despair there is no hope, but what was the real meaning behind it? Her ultimate was the Ultimate Detective, aren’t detectives supposed to be fighting against despair in the name of hope? Oh well, she was pretty much forced into this.

Turning her attention back to the green-eyed boy, she noticed there were words on the sign, with a grinning Naegi as he tried to stand tall enough to show the message.

“What an idiot. How did he become the Ultimate Despair again?”

The sign said “Come meet me in our special spot! Wear something pretty!” with a lopsided smiley face.

Once holding it for about 10 more seconds, he ran with the sign. Kirigiri had no idea what he had stored in that deceptive of a mind, but probably something not good.

- - -

As Kirigiri strode over to their “special place” Naegi was setting up something. Something like a room filled with candles and roses.

Rose petals and rose vines adorned the walls and floors. Candles were set up as yellow light shown in the darkness. Vodka and other drinks were lined up on a table, all set up for the night. Sure, it was cheesy, but something he put too much effort in. About a minute passed until Kirigiri arrived, Naegi staggered to fix his tie and suit, waiting at the entrance. As he looked up to meet with her eyes, he paused in amazement.

Kirigiri was wearing a deep purple dress that went just above her ankles with long gloves. Purple heels allowed her to have a little more height against Naegi. And her hair was up in a ponytail, with a purple bow to match. In all words, she was stunning. Naegi stood there agape as he looked at Kirigiri (respectfully of course.)

“Well? Are you just going to stand there looking like a reincarnation of Kuwata’s hair? Or are you going to explain what this is?” smirked Kirigiri, Naegi could have sworn he saw Kirigiri blush.

“Ah yes of course..” Mumbled Naegi as he looked down. “I.. I wanted us to take some time alone with each other, seeing as we get too caught up with the killing game and making sure none of them finds out about… about us..” spoke Naegi, softly.

Kirigiri’s smirk softened, seeing a side she saw many times, but not like this. Was this a confession? Perhaps a prank? She had known the boy for far too long to just not expect this wasn’t one of his other little pranks.

“Well then… In that case, let us take some time with each other.”

With that, Naegi and Kirigiri spent time talking and letting out their struggles. “It’s hard to keep track of what I've said and what I've not! It’s like I have to create a mental script..”

“You.. don’t have a mental script?” “You do!?”

As the night went on, Naegi played some music.

“Oh.. Isn’t this Lacrimosa?” questioned Kirigiri.

“Yea! Sometimes it calms me down when times are rough for me,” exclaimed Naegi.

Kirigiri didn’t respond as she looked like she was lost in thought.

“You’re thinking about your past again, aren’t you?” whispered Naegi.

Kirigiri turned to glance at Naegi, a stoic but slightly saddened expression on her face, “You.. You don’t need to worry about me. I can handle myself perfectly fine, just some… memories.”

Naegi examined Kirigiri for a while before standing up and lending Kirigiri his hand.

“Hey, I’m no doctor or therapist but, maybe a waltz will get it off your mind,” suggested Naegi.

Kirigiri opened her mouth for a bit, but completely drew a blank. Eventually, she surrendered and took Naegi’s hand.

They danced to Lacrimosa until it came upon an end.

Naegi slightly lifted his head to Kirigiri’s lavender eyes, yet couldn’t make out what was in them, sadness? Regret? Anger? He’ll never know.

Kirigiri had many thoughts as she slowly danced with Naegi, but she held them off for the time being, as they both wanted time together. And she didn’t want her depressing thoughts to ruin it.

Kirigiri and Naegi made eye contact as their thoughts disappeared, only focusing on each other now.

Kirigiri suddenly stopped, being aware of her surroundings and what she was doing - dancing. And with whom she was dancing with. “I.. Don’t you think it’s a bit… well, late for this?” Kirigiri questioned, “I wouldn’t want to be caught, god knows what they’re up to…” Naegi paused and chuckled for a bit. “We’re the ones in charge, aren’t we? Where is their god now?” Kirigiri looked down, not saying anything. “Where is their god now?” typical Naegi…” “if you don’t want to do this right now, why not grab a drink with me?” Kirigiri looked at Naegi with slight amusement, “why the niceties now?” but gave in, as her throat ached with thirst.

Naegi laughed quietly, then led Kirigiri to the food and drinks stand. Naegi grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured

“Hm, don’t you think we’re too young to be drinking?” “We’re 18 now, did you forget? Oh yea, Junko erased your memories as well.”

Kirigiri got lost in thought as she remembered the previous ultimate despair Junko Enoshima was the previous despair. Keyword: previous. Naegi and Enoshima had been partners for quite a while, a feared duo. After “The Tragedy” and after class 78 got converted to a new school for a safe shelter, Enoshima and Naegi were already putting their plan into action. They made sure everything was sealed and “safe” and after about a year, Enoshima forced them into the killing game. Unbeknownst to the other 15 students, Naegi was also in this plan from behind the scenes. And after the first death (Ikusaba), Naegi and Enoshima got into a fight.

- - -

An angry Naegi burst through the doors of the security room, opening to a gleeful-looking Enoshima.

Naegi never had any thoughts on Ikusaba, she was just another pawn in Enoshima’s plan. But she always had to make things complicated for him.

“Enoshima!” Naegi yelled, “How could you just let Ikusaba die like that? Do you know how risky that was.. If they found out-”

“Which they won’t, honestly Naegi you’re too paranoid,” Enoshima said unbothered. “And If they did I’m sure you can just kill them off like a fly.”

Naegi had a dark look on his face, “And what would be the explanation for that? Tell me.”

“I-”

“Oh! Togami just pissed me off! So I killed him in cold blood, upupupupu!”

Enoshima took a stand, an annoyed look displayed on her face.

“Look Naegi, if you’re just going to argue about the past, fuck off, it can’t be changed and you know that.”

Naegi quietly chuckled, which turned into full-on laughter.

“AHA- HAHAHAHA, you think I’m just going to accept giving up like that? Well unbeknownst to you, Enoshima, I have a few cards up my sleeve as well..”

Naegi swiftly threw a card at Enoshima’s face, giving a fresh cut to her cheek. Enoshima looked at Naegi in disbelief, gently touching her face.

“H- How dare you,” Enoshima said, bewildered.

Naegi looked at her in amusement, “Was that not entertaining for you enough, Enoshima?”

Enoshima growled, spitting at Naegi.

“Fuck you,”

“Pay me.”

Naegi quickly moved behind Enoshima, slicing the back of her neck, then putting her up against the wall with a knife under her chin, complimenting her facial features.

“Well now, the shorty finally decided to grow some balls, huh?” Enoshima teased, wincing as the cut behind her neck burned.

“You know damn well I grew some balls ever since I even started our little plan. Have a nice time in hell, Enoshima.” Naegi sneered, looking up at the despair twin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be saving you a seat.”

Naegi then sliced her neck, pink blood dripping from the knife and onto Naegi’s hand.

Naegi hummed, dropping Enoshima on the floor, disgust filling his senses. “As much as I love bringing people into despair, the stench of blood is disgusting.”

Naegi then washed his hands and ordered monokuma to clean the mess up before heading towards his dorm room, pretending as if nothing happened.

- - -

“Hello? Earth to Kirigiri?” Naegi waved his hand in front of Kirigiri’s face.

Kirigiri was brung back into reality, realization striking her that she was lost in thought.

“O-oh, Naegi. Sorry, I was lost in thought… again.” Kirigiri said rather embarrassingly, glanced at the shot she was holding, and gulped it down.

“It’s okay Kirigiri,” Naegi spoke as he had doubt in his eyes. He then took a shot, shaking his head.

“Hey Kirigiri, I know I invited you here myself but, there’s another place I wanna show you, care to join me?”

Kirigiri pondered for a minute, should she really go with a murderer who killed the ultimate despair only just to become the ultimate despair himself? Kirigiri sighed, he couldn’t kill her because of her secret anyways. Kirigiri remembered how desperate he was to know the secret.

- - -

(beginning of chapter 3)

Naegi whined as he followed Kirigiri around pleading.

“Oh Kirigiri pleaaase!” he begged, “Let me know your secret!”

Kirigiri stopped and looked at Naegi, “why do you want to learn my secret so much?”

Naegi scoffed, “Well obviously because you’ve mentioned it once before and never told me! I thought I was your best friend..”

Kirigiri shook her head and continued to walk towards the physics lab, a click in her steps.

- - -

Oh well, it’s not like she has much of a choice.

Kirigiri sighed and followed Naegi, hoping that it would mean something good.

- - -

Naegi led Kirigiri up to the roof of the school, looking back from tie to time with a smile on his face.

Once on the roof, Naegi invited Kirigiri to sit down. The area was outgrown, plants growing everywhere. Fires all around the building, blazes and flames of fire all around the base of the school, the sun setting with a red aura.

Smoke filling Kirigiri's senses, she coughed. “W-Where are we Naegi?” she said as she looked at Naegi. Naegi’s face was lightened with red, orange, and yellow hues as he grinned down upon the world, eyes sparkling with delight.

“We’re.. We’re at the top of the world,” Naegi smiled.

Kirigiri glanced at Naegi with a confused expression but stoic eyes as she looked Naegi up and down.

“Quit the act, why did you bring me here?” Kirigiri demanded.

Naegi turned around, surprised. “Kirigiri, I just wanted to spend time with yo-”

“Stop, I know you’re lying to me. Spit it out.”

Naegi sighed with an annoyed tone and looked Kirigiri directly in the eye.

“I want to know your secret.”

Kirigiri was disappointed, but not surprised. Naegi was an awfully ambitious person and would go to extraordinary heights to get what he wanted, but Kirigiri was awfully stubborn.

“And exactly why should I tell you? For all I know, you could kill me instantly after.” Kirigiri doubted.

“Well for one, you can get out alive!” Naegi laughed, “But you’re not getting away this easily, Kirigiri.”

Kirigiri carefully examined the options she had; A: make a run for it, B: punch him and run, C: tell him and live. She knew with plans A and B he could easily either send monokuma after her or just kill her himself. And with plan C he could also be lying. So in all, it’s a win-lose situation.

Kirigiri sighed and made up her mind.

“I’m not telling you, whether you kill me or not. And besides, even you don’t know the secrets of this school, you need me.”

Naegi examined her closely again, then swiftly took out knives, throwing them all at Kirigiri. Which she dodged them all, even catching one. She threw the knife aside and stepped forward towards Naegi.

“You know you need me, you can’t do anything without me. Give up.”

Naegi growled, “shut up, shut up, shut up!”

With a few knives cutting Kirigiri’s dress and skin, she fell on the ground, backing away from Naegi.

She winced in pain as she looked up at Naegi, her vision blurring as she tried to make out what to do. Naegi stopped in front of her, playing with the knife in his hands before kneeling down in front of her face, lifting her chin up with the knife.

“You know Kirigiri, you’re an intelligent person with lots of room for improvement. I never wanted to come to this conclusion, but if you’re not going to work with me here, we’re going to have a problem.” threatened Naegi.

Kirigiri glared up at Naegi, keeping full eye contact.

“I’m not giving in, no matter what little tricks you have in store.”

Naegi rolled his eyes in annoyance, then putting his knife hard against her neck, “if you oblige, I’ll make your death quick and painless, if you don’t - well then you’re gonna have a fun time suffering.”

Kirigiri stared at Naegi in silence watching as her blood dripped down from her neck and onto everywhere.

Naegi then grew tired of waiting and sliced Kirigiri’s throat leaving her dead blank face the last expression she’ll ever make again.

He then stood up and started walking towards the exit down back to the school, when he heard something.

“I-Ikusaba… she’s alive, an…” Naegi whipped around, anxious, as he urged Kirigiri to continue. “And… she’s o-out for you..”

Naegi was stunned into silence. Ikusaba.. was alive? And she wanted vengeance? Naegi was very confused about this whole proposition. This was Kirigiri’s secret? Naegi then looked at Kirigiri again waiting for more information. But to no avail, Kirigiri’s eyes rid of the light and grew dead.

Naegi then started pacing around, wondering what to do next. Should he try to find Ikusaba? Should he kill Ikusaba once and for all? Should he-

Naegi was then interrupted by a figure in the shadows. He turned around to look who it is, but he couldn’t make out who it was until they stepped into the light.

“Naegi,” a cool monotone voice spoke, “We meet again.”

The figure then stepped into the light - a face known too well.

Mukuro Ikusaba. The other despair twin. Also known as the ultimate soldier. The last time Naegi and Ikusaba met was when they were putting the plan into action and putting the students in the classrooms. After that they barely interacted.

Naegi knew Ikusaba was dangerous. Her talent gave it away, after all. She knew tons of different strategies, and while Enoshima liked to say that the strategies were hers’ - spoiler alert: they were not.

Turning back to reality, Naegi began thinking of different tactics to well ah, slaughter his close friend.

Ikusaba read Naegi like a book, and took out her dagger - to which Naegi replied to taking his own out as well.

“Impressive, I saw what you did with Kirigiri. You’ve worked on your reflexes.” complimented Ikusaba. “But you’re no match for me.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“Alright, let’s dance.”

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olivonie · 3 years

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biggest fan ; atsumu miya

(1) "maybe he's my laptop wallpaper"

synopsis ; you are the youngest bokuto, and the biggest atsumu miya fan in all history (self proclaimed) so just your luck that a threat from your older brother to go to his game ends in you meeting your celebrity crush, and trying to not freak out, but oh what chaos ensues...

perfumers guide ; is the best friend literally just me inserting into my OWN FANFIC?? W A BOKUTO LOVE STORY? yeah fuck off let me have what i want its my fanfic motherfucker,, u, our beautiful mc, are a fangirl/boy/them/idc,, also i referred to ur friend as ur friend the whole fic, might give them an alias later on but idk for now,, tysm to my loves @scouts-ahoy and my bestie indigo for betaing for me <3 ily guys sm <3

perfume ingredients ; light cursing, rlly funny friend, fanperson-ing???, idk tw atsumu miya/j, bokuto being a butthead brother, gn reader (hopefully it comes across as such), omi being a bad friend/j,, cheesy corny romance movie esc love story <33,, written like a wattpad fanfic so sucks for u

word count ; 1388 words

“I can’t believe he blackmailed me like that!” You cried out, standing outside the building of the volleyball game you were attending.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t gonna show up anyways. Besides, he got us front row seats! Isn’t that awesome!” Your friend of many years squealed, adjusting his shirt before turning to you with a smirk, “Plus~ after, we’re going to dinner with your future boyfriend~” They teased, and you squeaked, chasing after them as they laughed. You both got in line and entered the building, packed full of people as you talked while walking to your seats according to your tickets.

A week prior your brother, Kotaro, had burst into your room in the apartment you shared, jumping on the bed and shoving two tickets to his next game. You had said you would buy your own tickets, since you wanted to be independent and were sick of relying on "big bro ko ko" but he interrupted you, threatening that if you didn’t take them he would tell Atsumu, his teammate, about your “big fat enormous super fan googly disgusting mushy gushy crush” on him and so you begrudgingly took the tickets. You decided to go with your friend, who was more excited to see your brother than the actual game.

“I can't believe you’re a brother banger…” You murmured. Your friend turned to you, a look of mock betrayal on their face.

“Honey Boo Bear! You dare think I’d cheat on you my beloved snookums?!” They said overdramatically and very loudly. You giggled, playing along with their antics with a smile.

“Pumpkin wumpkin! I can see you have feelings for another who is not me!”

“No! My cuddle wuddle baby poo I would never!-” They said, cut off by your laughter, followed by their own. Of course, even if you were pissed at Ko for blackmailing you into going, you couldn’t deny your excitement to see the Atsumu Miya, who had been the apple of your eye since you first saw him play with your brother. You had created a fan twitter for him for christs sake! That fucking enamored. But, even if he was on the same team with Kotaro, you had never met him face to face.

You had dazed off and couldn’t see nor hear your friend, before they had shaken you back into consciousness.

“Oi! The game is about to start, dumbass!” They said, and you turned to look, seeing both teams enter the court. Your friend screamed and chanted when they saw Kotaro, who waved at the both of you with energy filled motions. And then, as if in slow motion, entered the “love of your life.”

He was like a renaissance statue, carved from the finest marble and shaped into this beauty. His eyes were filled with life as he waved to all his fans, and when he swept his gaze over to where you were standing, it felt as if time stopped. It was like that scene from every cheesy romcom movie where the main character’s heart pounded erratically, and just like in a movie, the breath from your lungs was stolen away. Were you in heaven? This is totally heaven right?

His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Like molten gold, the sun's reflection on a lake. Like the sweetest caramel, that you could practically taste on your tongue. Atsumu seemed frozen as well, before Shoyo came over and shook him awake, turning to the court with a single glance back at you.

“Oh my god I think I might die.” You said, practically falling into your companions arms, who raised a brow at you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” They asked, a concerned expression on their face.

“Did you not see?!?! We made eye contact!! For like! A minute! And now I’ve fallen in love with him and I want his children!” You screamed, and they clasped a hand over your mouth quickly.

“One, crowded area, don’t say that shit out loud. Two, what’s the big deal? Weren’t you already in love with him?” They said, tilting their head to the side to look at you.

“Yes but like we’d never made eye contact! And I’m like! His biggest fan!” You squeaked, your voice cracking as you cleared it, looking desperately at your friend.

“How big?” They asked, and you gave an exasperated sigh.

“Maybe he’s my laptop wallpaper..” You murmured, twiddling your hands together. “Laptop wallpaper” had been an inside joke between you two to measure the depth of your obsession. Laptop wallpaper being the biggest, and twitter profile picture being the lowest.

“Oh my god big big…” They whispered, and you two continued to talk over your dilemma as the game went on.

As the game came to an end, with another victory for the Jackals, the two of you ran down the steps with special access passes, also gifted to you by Kotaro, and ran to congratulate the team. There was a sappy moment where your friend jumped into Kotaro’s arms rambling about how amazing he was, as he walked over to you and raised his hand for a high five, which you begrudgingly gave.

“You suck, butthead.” You said with a smile, and he grinned at you, as you walked off to a brooding black haired man, who was staring off in another dimension before you called his name, “Hey Omi! You did great!” You cheered, and he turned to you with a semi-smile.

“Thanks little Bokuto.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“The least you could do is say my name!” “I think little Bokuto works just fine.”

“Omiiii! That is so cruel and mean! I am going to report you on Stop It!” You said, and he laughed. Kiyoomi has been your friend since high school. You didn’t like the idea of being overshadowed by your brother, so you chose a school where no one would recognize you as his sibling, and bumped into Kiyoomi. Literally. And decided to stick around the brooding loner who preferred to eat lunch on the rooftop away from the hordes of people.

“So, did you totally fitz out when Miya came on court?” He said with a knowing smirk, causing your face to heat up as you cried out in protest.

“I did not!”

“They totally did.” Shoyo interrupted, and you spun around to throw a fake punch at him. He dodged with ease and stuck his tongue out at you, and you did the same.

“Shut up!” You yelled, groaning when the two laughed at you, “I’m gonna wait outside for you guys! And Omi! You smell horrible!” You cried, grinning in triumph at his annoyed face, looking at himself covered in sweat and sighing.

You walked out of the gym, waiting outside the doors as you said you would, opting to scroll through your phone idly.

“Yer Bokuto’s sibling right?” A light voice asked by your ear, which caused you to jump and throw a punch out of instinct. A groan and head of blonde hair that you’d seen hundreds of times in twitter edits and your dreams made you gasp. “You sure know how to throw a punch huh? Yowch,” Atsumu grunted, holding his stomach as you panicked and apologized, to which he laughed, “It’s okay! I didn’t give no warnin’ so I scared ya! I get it!” He said, and you blushed profusely.

You just punched your celebrity crush in the stomach, there goes your dreams of a fanfiction type first meeting. You sighed, putting your hand out to shake his as you introduced yourself.

“I’m Atsumu Miya.” “Well obviously.” You said and then gasped at how rude that must’ve sounded. You were about to apologize again until he laughed. He looked at you with those eyes again.

“Yer real funny! I hope yer goin’ to dinner with us, it’d be totally boring without ya.” He said, and you nodded.

“Of course, I promised my brother.” You said, and he did a small fist bump, before pausing and taking out his phone, passing it to you.

“Put yer number in there, pretty please.” He said, and you nodded, typing your phone number and name. He smiled when you handed his phone back, checking the time before whispering curses, “Fuck, I still gotta change, but I’ll see ya at the dinner kay? See ya round pretty!” He called and you waved goodbye blushing at the compliment and chuckling before the realization set in.

“OH MY GOD I JUST GAVE MIYA ATSUMU MY NUMBER HOLY FUCK”

extra;;

"you are so loud..."

"shut up ko you're fat."

olivonie 2021

reblogs are welcome !! pls !!!!

#olivonie ;;#biggest fan ;;#atsumu miya ;;#haikyuu ;;#I AM SO TIRED THIS TOOK...FOREVER???? FOR WHAT???????#guys pls reblog like i beg u #i will kiss ur feet #also atsumu #help the yer brought me pjhysical pain....#why is he like this.......#ALSO IM SRRY FOR TERRIBLE CHARACTERIZATION I SUCK </333

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living-dead-parker · 5 years

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Grocery Store Antics - Dad!Tony

Summary: Tony takes his kids to the grocery store

Warnings: cussing, probs ooc, nebula was adopted by Tony idc idc idc, tony in a dad outfit just picture it plz, not super funny but i tried

Part of a new collection I plan on starting called Tony Stark and his kids.

Word Count: 1.8k

"We need some hot links, hot dog buns, some chicken, drinks, and some desert," Pepper says out loud before turning to look at May who is making the list. May gives her a thumbs up, completing the shopping list. Among it includes bug spray, pool noodles, and tons of ice cream. All of it completely necessary.

The heat is returning once again, and while not super hot, it's warm enough for a barbeque and swimming in the lake. Tony insisted on grilling and making a day out of it. He has his dad outfit on; a pair of khaki cargo shorts, random SI shirt, and his dad sandals. He has on a bucket hat, of all accessories, and some sunglasses with the lanyard strap on it. Peter insisted Tony wears the ensemble, making him look like the ultimate dad. You're not sure how Peter convinced him to do it, but maybe he's finally accepting that he's becoming an old man. Either way, you're shocked because you remember being 14 and hearing your dad claim that you'd never catch him dead in a pair of cargo shorts and a bucket hat.

"Someone go with me to the store!" Tony exclaims, hearing feet running down the hall. In seconds, all the kids come tumbling in. Morgan up front, Peter next to her. You stand behind Peter and Nebula behind Morgan. Tony rubs at his temple before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Dad move!" you yell, causing Peter to giggle. Tony looks up, beginning to regret any of this. Now his children are gonna bully him? It's like the Avengers all over again.

"What store are we going to?" Peter asks, walking over to May and grabbing the list from her.

"Not sure, but let's get going while May and Pep set up. Rhodey should be here in a bit, so we should get going."

With that, you lead the way out, followed by Morgan, Nebula, then Peter. Tony walks behind everyone, closing behind him. You sit in the passenger seat of the Audi SUV, connecting your phone once the car is on. Peter sits behind you, Morgan in the middle in her car seat, and Nebula behind dad. Tony pulls out of the driveway, heading off towards the city. Taking over the music, you start by playing some RHCP, to which both you and Tony sing to.

The drive wasn't too long, but it wasn't super quick either, having to drive a good twenty minutes to reach the nearest grocery store. You played some classics, singing along as loud as you could with your father. Every once in a while, the two of you would glance over at each other, smiles as wide as rivers and oceans. Tony would take in the sight of his first born, the pride and joy he's felt overpowering anything. Getting you back was probably the biggest event in his life. You, on the other hand, seeing the old man makes you feel nostalgic. He's been through so much and you owe it all to him. He's always been so selfless with you, even if things were bumpy at times. Cheesy as it may sound, he's your soul mate and you're his soulmate.

"Alright," Tony says once the car comes to a stop in the parking lot of the grocery store. "No lollygagging, in and out. Hear me?"

"You got it, sir."

Peter runs off and grabs a cart from the parking lot collector things. He returns to you all, moving over to your side. Tony picks up Morgan and puts her in the small seat on the top basket. He turns and sees Nebula eyeing the cart, never having done it before. It's quite adorable, actually. She's been getting used to more human things. Shopping malls, movie theaters, parks, and watching TV. For now, Tony and Pepper are letting her be a kid, seeing that she didn't get much of that. They're letting her experience the good stuff in life. All the ice cream, the fun parties, and bounce houses, cool music, and television. All of it.

So Tony chuckles as he nods his head to the bigger basket. "Get in, ya big dope," he jokes. A full belly laugh comes out when Nebula gets in excitedly, squealing as she sits down in the cart. You giggles, taking a quick picture of her in the cart. Having a blue alien sister is cool, except for when it's not. The only times it's not is when you see people staring at her like some kind of monster. It tends to happen a lot in public, much like at this very moment. There's a couple staring harshly while their kids ask about the 'cool blue lady'.

"What are you looking at?" you call out, causing Tony and Peter to pause in their steps. Your group all look over at the people on the other side, meanwhile Nebula looks down shamefully. Sometimes, she refuses to go out for that reason. People tend to ruin the moment. "She's cool and helped save the world, so a thank you is in order instead of staring at her like she's a monster."

The couple turns away and walks faster, almost running away. You flip them the bird when they look over their shoulders, but ultimately they speed walk away all the way. Tony chuckles, lightly clapping your shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay. They're not worth the stress," Tony says looking at you and then at Nebula.

"Let's just go inside and get what we need," you mutter softly, calming down from the moment.

Upon entering the store, things went downhill. Morgan was beginning to get antsy, so Tony put her down so she could walk. The first thing you all got was the dry food items. From there, you went to other non-perishable items or things that did not need to be refrigerated just yet. Before getting the meat and cake, you all happened to walk into the aisle with toys and pool supplies.

"Dad!" you exclaim, grabbing an already inflated whale floatie with black handles on it. "We need him!"

Tony sighs, pointing at the basket nonetheless. You giggle villainously and throw the floatie into the pool. Peter grabs a couple of pool noodles, Morgan grabbing three boxes of donut floaties, three mattress floaties. Behind Tony's back, you and Peter sneak in two boxes into the cart while Tony answers his phone. When he turns around, he has five super soakers in his hands.

"So, change of plans. Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky are going to be joining us for some food and a swim."

"So we ambush them with water guns?" Nebula asks. Her voice sounds almost menacing. It's awesome.

"Morgan, you take Nat. She won't attack. Peter, Y/N, Neb," Tony continues, looking at the three of you. "You take Sam and Bucky. I'll get Steve. That sound good?"

"Sounds better than good," you respond excitedly. Tony chucks the soakers into the cart, grabbing the handle and pushing it. There are still so many more things to buy, and the first cart is already running out of space. Even without Nebula in it. So Tony sends you and Peter to get a new cart.

The two of you do just that, grabbing a new cart and racing back inside. However, when he hears the distant sound of singing, he knows it's you. As the words to My Heart Will Go On fill Tony's ears, he sighs. Not a minute later, you're rounding the corner into the aisle that Tony is in, revealing Peter kneeling at the end of the cart with his arms spread as if he was in the king of the world scene in Titanic. Tony sighs, assuming his signature Tired Dad™ stance; head down, temple rub, pinching bridge of nose.

"Onward, trustee sea captain!" Peter exclaims. Tony flips the kid off, pushing the cart out of the aisle and into a new one.

"Dad," Morgan says excitedly as the group approaches the produce section. Tony turns to see his little girl with an orange in her hand. "Orange you glad I'm the normal one?"

Tony chuckles, shaking his head but approving of the joke nonetheless. However, you approach with your hands behind your back. You look at the little girl before squatting down to her level. You pull one hand forward, revealing an avocado.

"Avocadon't go there," you start. You proceed to reveal a squash in your other hand. "Before I squash you," you continue, pulling out your phone and showing your screen to reveal a google image search of baby goats. "Kid."

The beginning probably wouldn't have been funny, but Tony finds himself busting a guy at the preparedness and the commitment to the joke. How you had that ready, he'll never know, but he doesn't want to. He likes the mystery.

"Tony," Peter comes up, holding his hand out to reveal an orange in his hand. "Orange you gla-"

"Morgan beat you to it," you say, looking around a grabbing a bag off one of the nearest stands. It seemed to be all so conveniently placed. Tony's impressed. A bag of peas. "Pea-ter."

Peter is stunned into a silence. First Morgan steals his pun but now he gets punned right back. Not even by Morgan. He feels bamboozled. Peter looks around and grabs a small bag of beans just a few feet away from the group.

"I feel so bean-boozled."

"How do I do it with all of you kids?" Tony asks as he begins pushing one of the carts away.

"Should have kept your legs closed," Nebula cuts in, causing you to burst into laughter.

"She got you, dad."

"It doesn't even work like that-" Tony cuts himself off with a playful sigh. "Plus two of you aren't my creation, so," Tony mutters, not sure what to say next.

The rest of the grocery trip was spent making dumb puns, mispronouncing any and everything. It also involved bugging Tony as much as possible. There's one thing all four of you enjoy doing, and it's bugging Tony. Who doesn't enjoy bugging their dad?

"Morgan, say cupcakes are for basic bitches," you encourage the girl. Tony turns to look at you two as Peter and Nebula continue looking for some kind of desert to feed everyone. You suggested cake, but dad keeps saying no.

"Morgan if you say it I will tell mommy-"

"I'll have Peter make you a web swing!" you bargain.

Morgan nods, watching as you pull your phone out. You open your camera and begin recording.

"Daddy," Morgan begins, smirking as Tony begins shaking his head. "Cupcakes are for basic bitches,"

Suddenly, Peter and Nebula burst into laughter at the young girl's words. At that point, Tony calls it a day. They've been at the store for about an hour, things are running behind. So Tony heads to check out, pay for everything. Damn near has a heart attack at the price, despite the fact that he's a literal billionaire.

"500 dollars? How?"

He looks over the receipt and sighs when he sees what cost him almost three hundred dollars and something that cost him 70.

"A raft lounge for almost 300 and an inflatable pool seesaw for 70? Wow. Bamboozled by my own kids."

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rebeccabreeds · 4 years

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hello it’s me, your friendly neighbour trash australian. i have not a single Clue in the world how rp works these days bc i am a la absent in this world. alas, i have a dying need to write again hence this post. below the cut are some ships/plot ideas i would love (!) to play out, pls like or message me if u may be interested and we can do the plotting and writing thing. nb. i am very slow, i have a full time job, so if you’re after rapid fire replies pls find ur nearest exit. if u are down with more chill, hc’s back and forth, and threads when we have the time bc life is Busy and i live off coffee and am eternally tired, hmu!

nb. as i am the ripe ol’ age of 24, i would prefer if my partners were 21+. this is just a personal preference, i mean no offence at all! bolded in the ships section is who i would like to play, non-bolded means i don’t have a preference!

PLOT BUNNIES.

co-stars falling in love but make it gay. that’s basically it. i feel like you see the whole m/f co-stars falling in love all the dang time, so i wanna play it out as m/m or f/f. i don’t really have a preference over the other. preferably they’re starring in a film, know of each other, have met before etc., but it becomes inherently apparent they are into each other as the process of filming goes on. secrets! existential crises! rumours! the works!

if you have read the hating game by sally thorne, first hi hello how are ya, how great is this book. second of all, i would love a plot based off this. TLDR: basically co-workers who ‘’’hate’’’ each other (we can decide the dynamics, whether its fake hate, ones in love w the other unknowingly etc.), vying for a promotion within the business and throw in some cheesy new adult/contemporary romance novel tropes to make it spicy. let’s GO.

on the bullshit train of me being a romance novel loving clown, a plot based off the wall of winnipeg and me by mariana zapata. but like not fully. basically i just want a surly, thinks the world is against him professional sports player, slowly falling for his i-aint-taking-your-dumbass-shit assistant who is the epitome of a spitfire and all things great in the world. thank u, next.

this plot which is kinda like the above but also not, but i would absolutely die for this one??

this plot bc i am an absolute slut for both angst and second chance romance plots so like. big yes. bIG Y E S

just a cute plot of 2 people in their late twenties meeting and falling in love and their life growing from there (first date, first time, engagement, marriage, babies, the works). like. that’s it lol. gimme the cute, i need some of that in my life.

college plots!!!! idc the context!!! i just love ‘em!!!! grabby hands, give them to me!!!

*** james and lily potter, mauraders all the jazz. i am Big No on writing minors, so like, we can just pretend when ur in 7th year at hogwarts u are already 18 just for my mental sake. bc i wanna write the transition of them falling in love and pls i need this for my sanity, it’s important.

idk man i have a tag here that i have not a single clue in hell what’s in it cause i haven’t rb’ed anything into there in like literal decades, but like maybe stuff in there?

SHIPS ( CANON & NON ).

*** james potter & lily evans ( fc potentials: alex fitzalan, noah centineo, gavin leatherwood + open to other ideas. i would love to use abbey cowen for lily! )

olivia holt x alex fitzalan

danielle campbell x nick robinson ( i have a dani muse i would LOVE to play in a college setting )

olivia dejonge x gavin leatherwood

zoey deutch x halston sage

lily collins x douglas booth

olivia dejonge x alex fitzalan

FACECLAIMS I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY.

candice king

danielle campbell

alicia vikander

ryan guzman

sebastian stan

aaron tveit

ben barnes

sam claflin

halston sage

zoey deutch

max irons

naomi scott

natasha liu bordizzo

jenn im

chace crawford

jamie chung

henry golding

anyways thanks for tuning into my existential crisis

#1x1 #1x1 rp #hates myself already for posting this #welcome to my ted talk #where i make rash decisions #anyways hmu if ur interested :-)

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dbzebra · 6 years

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Not Just A Fling

Authors Note: So a few weeks ago, someone in my discord chat psted a fic that within the very first paragraph had Goten and Marron break up and say they were just a fling. Safe to say I was a lil butthurt. In response, I made this out of pure spite. It’s cheesy as fuck but at this point idc lmao

(Also, Marron is only 1 year younger than Goten as opposed to 3 in this. So shes 17 while hes 18. Just keep that in mind)

Pairing: Goten x Marron

Time Period: 11 years after Buu / 1 year post EOZ

Words: 1958

Son Goten stared at his now mostly empty bedroom. Boxes were stacked on the floor next to his old dresser. He still couldn't believe that he was going away to college tomorrow. He spent his whole life on Mt. Paozu and now he was leaving. At least temporarily. He could never truly move away. City life was not a permanent thing for him.

Until senior year, the eighteen year-old had no intention in going to college-and his parents were okay with that. If he really wanted to he could've just asked Bulma for a job at Capsule Corporation and she would've gave him one in a heartbeat. But boring office life wasn't his thing at all. He'd go crazy after a week of filing papers and answering phones about the same old crap. So he figured he'd give it a shot. College life was supposed to be so much better than high school, right?

At least, that's what Trunks told him. Goten's lifelong partner in crime was just finishing his freshman year at West City University, and the boys couldn't wait to dorm together.

Marron was sitting on the bed, happily twirling her golden locks in her fingers as Goku and Goten made the finishing touchings on packing. A part of him couldn’t believe they’d been dating for three years already.

"All set buddy?" Goku said, placing the last box down.

"Yeah, I'm good. Can you go check on Mom for me? She might still be a mess."

Goku smiled and went to find his wife. "Good idea."

He was going to miss the early morning training routine with his younger son. Goten had restarted his training back when he and Marron started going out a few years back. Nothing made Goku more proud than to see the great men his boys had become. Though despite not having his father’s extra push, Goten promised to keep up his training. He vowed to one day surpass his father.

“Trunks is comin’ right?” Marron asked him. She had on a white blouse, a pink skirt and matching shoes. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back.

“Yeah, he just pulled up. He’s takin’ some stuff to the place now so it’ll be less of a load tomorrow.”

Goten went out into the living room to see his dad comforting a distraught Chi-Chi. The day she never thought would come finally came. Her baby boy was leaving her for good and never coming back. At least in her mind he was. Despite everything Goku said, it seemed to only make Chi-Chi cry more.

"Come on, honey. Goten can visit any time with Instant Transmission. Besides, you didn't cry this much when Gohan left..."

"Because... I-I still had m-m-my baby... And n-now... he's leaving!" Chi-Chi wailed and melted back into sobs while Goku rubbed her back.

Goten glanced to Goku who smiled sadly. Goten flashed his father an apologetic look before going outside to meet Trunks who had just pulled up in his capsule car.

He greeted Trunks with a signature fist-bump and led the older Saiyan inside.

"Classes start Tuesday right? Because of the holiday Monday." Goten asked as they walked in.

Marron waved to Trunks who nodded back.

"Yeah, but the real shit don't even start until like two weeks later. Syllabus week is a pain but you literally just gotta show up."

"Hey that's the part I'm good at. The rest? Not so much."

Trunks chuckled. "You would say that."

"How's the place lookin? It's all fixed up right?"

"Man, it's gonna be wild. You and me on our own, we finally get to live! The campus is sick too. We got a townhouse all to ourselves and it's only a block from the food court!" Trunks went on about what it was like. He roomed by himself last year, and had a blast. But this year- this year would be another level.

"I'll probably be at the food court more than the dorm!" Goten joked. "That place'll be outta business by the end of the month!"

"...Dude, I'm telling you. Our place is gonna be chick city!" Trunks put an arm around his friend’s shoulder.

Marron flinched.

Goten shook his head, laughing. "Do you hear yourself? You sound like a frat boy when you're the furthest thing from it. Besides, I'm spoken for. Right babe?" He looked to his beautiful girlfriend.

She cracked a smile at Goten's joke, but her face hid a tinge of sadness... or was it worry? He couldn't tell.

"Mare? Something wrong?" He asked. He tuned Trunks out as he kept carrying on about the possibilities.

Marron took a deep breath and wiped her eyes before looking up at Goten sadly. "Trunks is right... One of these days... you'll meet some hot sorority girl with much more experience and forget all about me..." She sniffled.

Goten looked stunned while Trunks instantly bad. "Marron, I was just..."

She shook her head, looking away from him. "Maybe it's better that we… that just save ourselves the heartbreak and-"

Goten gently cut her off with a kiss. She was stunned at first but soon relaxed into it. Goten pulled the blonde to her feet and continued kissing her to show how much she meant to him. Marron felt all the doubt in her mind wash away as she kissed him back.

Once they broke apart, Marron gaped up at him breathlessly. Her heart was still caught in her throat.

"Mare, I love you." He said with that same smile that always melted her heart. "You're the only girl I need. I don't care how many other girls there are, I only want you. You're not some silly fling to me. You're my best friend. I love you. And when you come to WCU next year, I'll show the most amazing girlfriend in the world to everyone on campus."

Marron felt the pain and worry leave her heart as relief washed over her. It was all in her head after all. "I love you too. I'm sorry, I just- I just thought about losing you and I..."

"Never in a million years."

Trunks grinned and put his hands on his hips. "I figured. More girls for me then! With my good looks they won't keep their hands off me!"

"Yeah until you open your mouth and then they run for their lives." Goten replied back with a grin of his own. Trunks rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Marron sighed happily and laid back on the bed. "Come to think it, dating a college boy is pretty hot."

“So is dating head cheerleader.”

"Gross." Trunks gagged. "Get a room."

"We're already in my room." Goten joked.

"Oh shut up!" Trunks fired back and turned to send a quick message on his phone. Work stuff. He hated having to work at Capsule Corp. That was partly the reason he enrolled in school despite not needing to -to get his mom off his back. Honestly if he had an out, he'd take it in a heartbeat. "So seriously though, we gotta plan how this place is gonna look!"

"We need a sick game room. Oh! And a second game room." Goten added.

"And a gravity chamber!"

"Don't forget a guest room."

"Why? For when Marron visits?"

"Nah, she'd sleep in my room." Goten turned to wink at her. Blushing, Marron smiled and winked back.

Trunks smirked. "We'd better make sure it's soundproof then."

Marron coughed and hide her blushing face while Goten laughed with a hand behind his head.

"That's what I thought." Trunks smirked.

The blonde then noticed a small white box on the side of his bed. Goten saved that box for last. It was probably the most important thing of them all.

"What's in this?"

Goten grinned. "Take a look."

She opened it up and gasped.

It was everything from their dates over the years, including stuff that dated back to childhood. The movie ticket from their first date was on top. Photo booth pictures, arcade tickets, toys from when they were kids, and more. And most of all, a used-up old Ring Pop wrapped in an old piece of paper.

Marron could cry. Of happiness this time. In fact she almost did. "You actually kept this?"

She unwrapped the old piece of paper and giggled. In blue crayon was an agreement on the rules of the game.

'Marriage Rules.'

Rule 1: be nice

Rule 2: hold hands

Rule 3: step on any icky spiders

Rule 4: kiss on the cheek once a day

However rule 4 was crossed out in black crayon and said 'no cooties' under it.

Below the rules was their little signatures next to each other in sloppy writing.

Goten came over her shoulder and grinned. "I still laugh whenever I look at that."

"Dummy. A beautiful girl offers to kiss you and you turn it down?" She flipped her hair behind her back, feigning anger.

"I was seven! Besides, that's one of the best parts now."

"Oh yeah?" Marron purred and leaned closer to him. "Prove it."

Trunks groaned before anything could go any further. "Jesus you two. Could you knock it off for five seconds? I'm gonna throw up."

Marron giggled again and looked to the old Ring Pop. Goten ate it within an hour. She remembered being upset with him at the time. But still- he kept it.

"You remember all this, right?"

"I remember you forcing him, Marron. And you made me be the dog!"

"Can it." She quipped, smirking at him. Trunks only laughed. "Of course I remember." She smiled.

Those days of childhood were like a distant memory now.

Goten hugged Marron from behind and then spun her around to kiss her forehead. "We should try the real thing one of these days."

Marron looked up at him in shock, her cheeks flushing pink. "...What did you just say?"

Trunks couldn't believe his ears. Did he just hear what he think he just heard? He blinked, and then blinked again. He stared at Goten similar to how Marron was.

Goten nodded and kissed her again. He took a deep breath. He didn’t even feel nervous. Not even a bit. "...Marron, will you marry me?”

Marron stared up at him, covering her mouth with her hand as happy tears freely flowed now. Every ounce of her wanted to scream with joy as he continued babbling.

“Once I finish school... we can have a real wedding. Like the one you've always dreamed about. I know it’s sudden, a-and I don't have a ring yet, but-"

Marron flung her arms around Goten, cutting him off with a deep kiss. All the joy in the world couldn’t describe what she was feeling right now. What she had wanted since she was a child finally came true. She was the happiest girl alive. She pulled back, smiling as bright as could be. “Yes. A million times yes. Let's do it. Let's get married."

Goten grinned wider than he ever did and cheered. He picked Marron up and swung his girlfriend-no, fiancee around in his arms, laughing together. After another long blissful kiss, Goten put the blonde back on her own two feet.

She rested her head on his shoulder as neither moved from their embrace. "I love you so much Goten..."

"I love you too, Mare." He smiled and buried his face into hair.

Trunks ran up and congratulated his two best friends with a big group hug. The best part was-- he got to be the best man. His speech was gonna be amazing.

They were really engaged. The next part-- telling their parents. It was a small step in starting their new life together, but they were ready for anything.

#goten #marron #marten #goten x marron #my rarepair #this is what happens when i get triggered #i do the opposite #sorry not sorry #lmao #jj writes

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 6 years

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Tagged, Fandom Questions!

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

Thank you much to @little-mini-me-world for the tag!

Three Fandoms:

Ikemen Sengoku: Romances Across Time

Haikyuu

Touken Ranbu

The First Character You Loved:

Ieyasu, I wanted to be out of the box and start this game with someone that wasn’t Nobunaga...and he was just so savage I loved it. On top of his dramatic routes and the general conversations that take place I was smitten despite his ‘attitude’

Tanaka Ryunosuke OMG I love this character way too much! Originally it seemed like he may just be in the story as a sort of comic relief but as it continues his personal growth as a character and his role on the team has changed dramatically. He is still one of Karasuno’s four idiots but he’s also become so much more that than.

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro- He literally runs around thinking he isn’t good enough to do things because he’s a fake, but low-and-behold he has this super sweet side and is quite useful! He loves his adorable dancing flower and I just can't get over how attached he is to his cloak...like won't even let Kasen wash it all the way ‘because something that clean doesn’t suit a fake like him.’ He’s just too precious and needs all the love!

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

Masamune when I played through all of the other routes I wasn’t sure how I would enjoy his...I definitely thought they would focus more on his cooking but was pleasantly surprised. I found that the MC in his story had a realistic approach to most things in the Sengoku and the growth between your character and his is amazing. I fell head over heels for this man...I’m happy I didn’t play his route sooner...would’ve ruined me for a handful of the others.

Yachi Hitoka - Just your average ‘Townsperson B’ she was so squirly when she was introduced I had no idea how to deal with her character. As you get to know her and her mother you sort of see why she is the way she is, and it’s so much fun watching her deal with all of her volleyball boys :) as well as the guys on the other teams!

Hasebe Heshikiri was and still is a total ‘saniwa’s boy’ He’s such a dork and will do anything to make sure the citadel is running smoothly for his master. Coming across a little overbearing at first I fell in love during the episode of Touken Ranbu: Hanamaru Days when the Saniwa is sick and him and Mitsutada make food and literally just sing for half the episode...brilliant writing

The Character You Relate To The Most:

The MC...it feels weird picking one of the other characters since I feel so invested in this fandom. I find that no matter what route I’m in, most of the MC’s reactions are relatable and are in some scope something I would say or how I would react to each warlords personalities...idc...go ahead, think I’m lame…

Kozume Kenma is literally me on most days. He’s a great setter and is part of the glue that holds his team together but 80% of the time he’s off hiding in a dark corner playing video games lol me...always and forever...give me a dark corner and my Vita/DS and I’m set until it dies.

Akashi Kuniyuki just wants to nap and take care of the tanuki at the citadel. He wants to be a helpful little honey bee without disrupting the already great flow going on so he does what he can to be helpful while also really just wanting to sleep.

The Character You’d Slap:

Kennyo...like really guy? I played his birthday special attempting to get to know him better as a character...ya know...give him a chance...but I just can’t ya’ll. Like Shingen’s route...hard shake down, ‘WhY WouLD YoU DOOO ThAt?!?!” Jesus...also why is he so surprised by how the MC acts in at least ½ the routes...she has successfully befriended all the major warlords in Azuchi & Echigo...MC aint no normal woman!

Daishou Suguru...ok so I know it was supposed to add some suspense and conflict but just ugh….why?

Kashuu Kiyomitsu you are perfect, and wonderful, and loved why don’t you believe us!!!!?! Slap some sense into that boy! I love you too much to see you that upset!

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

(WHY CAN’T IT BE ALL OF THEM)

Masamune > Mitsuhide > Sasuke

Bokuto > Kuroo (Oya Oya Oya!) > Tanaka

Mutsunokami > Shokudaikiri > Hizamaru

Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Like Anymore:

Hideyoshi...I get that he’s supposed to be the doting lover who wants everything for you but I would go absolutely crazy eventually. Like let me do something for you...you say you like to pamper MC but what if MC gets the same pleasure out of taking care of you...aren’t you just denying them that same happiness…?

Ushujima...I know he’s just a giant teddy bear but I really didn't appreciate when he completely unvalidated all of the work Oikawa put into his training and told him he made the wrong decision by not going to Shiratorizawa...not ok with that fam...not ok with that.

Yamatonokami...I realize he had some things to work through...and maybe it’s just because he’s the main squeeze of the Hanamaru days season one but i had a hard time dealing with his Okita obsession by the end of it all. Loved his grand entrance in season two tho… xD

A Character You Didn’t Like At First But Do Now:

Shingen, insert eye roll for cheesy pick up line...my boyfriend is full of lines like this and they have never garnered more than a laugh or an eye roll, like that’s sweet and thanks but no thanks. A normal hello would do. The more I listen to him though and the more I got into his story the more i found myself smiling and enjoying his personality

Oikawa it’s painfully obvious that I don’t particularly like the ladies man right off the bat...but if they’re written well and prove to by dynamic characters they tend to grow on me. I don’t really take the pick up lines or the fawning seriously just makes me giggle.

Ookurikara he was super stand-offish at first and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him and his interactions with Shokudaikiri and the others but he’s just one giant cinnamon roll :)

Three OTPs:

Masamune x Ieyasu are my BroTP I think they compliment each other well and while he would never admit it, Ieyasu seems to really get along with Masa

Sugawara x Oikawa ugh I just can’t with these two...Oikawa refers to Suga as “Mr. Refreshing” like I really can’t their interactions are just long enough and their personalities mesh so well (swoons)

Izuminokami x Mutsunokami I love everything about these two, they’re so similar and so different. The anime does a very good job of showing that even though they were the swords of two opposing historical forces, they can still work together and get the job done. They are constantly competing with each other but there is so much respect between them it’s amazing.

For any of my followers who want to participate :)

#tagged #ikemen sengoku #haikyuu!!#touken ranbu #fandom questions #answers #get to know me

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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How NCT 127 + Ten Would Kiss You

now listen since y'all sleep on taeil so much that you probably don’t know this but he has really pretty lips and really nice hands so ,, naturally ,, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide)(i’m literally five why did i say that) anYwayS kissing taeil is going to be soft at first bc yeah he’s awkward but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare and you. probably tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he fINALLY kisses you, i imagine taeil is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s rlly in the mood bc he just likes the intimancy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be tho ngl.

um speaking of hands,, johnny’s are always on you. likes it the most when you’re on his lap bc then he can feel every curve of your body as he’s kissing you. he’s is definitely going to nip at your skin and lips it’s jUST a FacT i do not make the rules. runs his hands down your thighs and likes to squeeze them whenever he feels especially happy. kissing barely ever leads to anything else bc?? tbh?? johnny just loves making out w you?? he could do it for hours and it would never get old to him he’s like a teenage boy i swear. probably says cheesy things that kill the mood. always wants to cuddle afterwards just give the boy his cuddles pls.

wow you already know taeyong doesn’t necessarily wanna be in charge when it comes to kissing. taeyong is in charge of a lot of aspects in his life, so when it comes to kisses and whatever he loves it when you take the reigns bc it allows him to relax for a moment and breathe. speaking of breathing, definitely rlly breathy during kisses. like always breathes rlly hard and basically if you have glasses they are going to be foggy by the time y'all are done. but yeah taeyong probably likes dominance battles and pretending he wants to be the one dominating the kiss, but you and he both know he’s going to let you take over in just a second like he doesn’t have the patience to fight you forever. loves being close to you. his arms are basically all the way around your waist it they can be and your chests are pressed together. and the growls y'all. the gRoWLS. like that close to your ear??? and like his lips are proposals so close and feathery against yours … taeyong stans collect your man that’s all i gotta say abt that.

okay so yuta is the greatest kisser out of all of nct idc who your bias is, it’s a fact. he’s not even on my bias list and i know. it’s set in stone. props you up on stuff (walls, counters, couches, etc) bc he saw it in the dramas he watched and thought it would make him seem manly. is another thigh squeezer except unlike johnny he never stops squeezing your thighs. loves your neck. probably likes his hands on your neck when he’s kissing you. feeling the vibration of your vocal chords and the movements of your jaw is a turn on for him idek okay. sighs your name. likes to give you visible hickies and gets cocky when you can’t hide them bc he wants them to be seen by everyone. loves it when you run your hands through his hair. like a lot. he’ll probably get sad if you don’t do it.

well well well if it isn’t doyoung himself. mister classy nd elegant when it comes to kissing … idk i just picture doyoung being sort of princely when he kisses you? likes to hold your hands when he’s kissing you but that’s partly bc he likes how frustrated you get when you can’t hold his face or run your fingers through his hair. goes crazy if you grab at his waist. flushed cheeks, a stutter, wide eyes,, your touch affects him a lot and it’s probably his biggest weakness. a messy kisser probably. not bad messy,, just,, everywhere at once. sporadic. spontaneous. low groans if you tug on his hair. likes to kiss your nose nd forehead nd hands afterwards and giggles too bc skinship is still so new to him and it makes him giddy. esp w you.

um yeah if we’re honest i wrote this one last bc ten is my bias and i want to get his perfect lemme just,,, okay,,, so ten is a snuggle bug anyway he’s just clingy so let’s put this in the perspective of cuddling. nd you two are just on the couch, him on his back and you sort of half squished between him and the couch and half on him,, y'all get it. anyway if you lean down and give him an eskimo kiss he’ll get really giggly and shy because it’s a cute and sweet gesture. but then his hands fly to your waist and his eyes trail down your face slowly bc,, wow he really wants to kiss you properly. so he kinda tilts his chin up and his lips meet yours and it’s just a slow, molding of lips for awhile,, and sometimes his hands rest on the skin underneath your shirt because he likes the warmth and like you’re definitely not complaining. the both of you are pretty lax with kissing, and go with the flow, so he doesn’t get surprised at all when your kisses start to trail his jawline. if he wasn’t smiling so widely you might could go back to probably kissing him but alas,, the dweeb keeps smiling.

alright let’s skip formalities and just announce that jaehyun likes it when you sit on his lap. like straddling him? bc it’s hot first of all, but also because he kind of likes to just take you in and compliment you before you two make out on the living room couch lol. probably starts at with open mouthed kisses against your collarbones and then trails v v slowly up your neck until he reaches your lips. a soft kisser. softest in t world. wants to show you how beautiful you are through the kiss. rubs circles into your sides. probably says greasy stuff in between kisses that have to two of you pausing for laughter bc “that was horrible” “yeah it wasn’t my best” like,,, it’s all sweet and nice.

no one talks abt sichengs lips but listen,,, they’re there,,, all plump and beautiful and begging to be kissed but no one pays them any attention and i’m tired!! and like yeah, they’re chapped like all the time but so are yours i bet like cut the kid some slack. after that rant no one wanted: kissing. sicheng probably cups your face bc he’s too scared to touch your waist. cautious but steady. his fingers thread into your hair and it’s like you get a lil massage every time he kisses you. he can get a lil sloppy with his kisses but it’s just because he gets excited at your responses and overeagerly tries to elicit more from you. his heart flutters whenever he thinks of kissing you. it starts a fire behind his chest and he gets this really focused look in his eye. his eyebrows get all furrowed and it’s honestly the cutest thing because he looks like a confused puppy. all you gotta do is peck is lips tho bc then it’s like oh!!! that’s what i was looking for!!! cuties.

time for markaroo. what a sweet nice boy. definitely has no idea what he’s doing when he goes in for the kiss. overthinks while he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours. tries to act cool but fails. eventually you just have to do it bc he’s not going to get over his awkwardness any time soon. the sweetest kisser ever. always worried that he’s doing it wrong or that you don’t like it. stills against your lips sometimes and you have to coax him back to reality. if you run your hands through his hair he’ll probably loosen up and relax bc hey, it’s you, and you love his kisses, even if they are a lil awkward. that’s what makes them his. that’s what makes them special.

aw look lil donghyuckie is getting a kissing scenario. idk how to write this one bc were the same age and it feels weird but i shall try. a giddy giddy boy: you? want to kiss him? like the thought alone just makes him so happy: to know he’s loved and wanted. not as awkward as mark but also not as experienced so his kisses are probably pretty sloppy. like teenage kisses are i suppose (i have no experience so i can only suppose). likes to just hold your hands while you kiss but it’s more innocent then doyoung bc donghyuck does this purely to stay close to you and keep you close to him. your noses brush all the time. kisses are always short, bc neither of you rlly know how to prolong them. usually you kiss him on the cheek afterwards, and surprisingly this makes him more flustered than the actual kissing.

a/n: enjoy!!

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terminallydepraved · 6 years

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mags n nocens fic

fuckin have it idc anymore. these were written a vERY long time ago so excuse me if they suck

“So what’s it like?”

Mags looked up from her magazine, confused.

“What’s what like?”

Noce was in her spacious kitchen, beating the shit out of some kind of dough on the countertop. She was covered in a dusting of flour, her spiky hair held back with a hairband. It was a comforting image.

“Biting. Being bitten. The whole vampire shtick,” she explained, pulling out a rolling pin and going to town on the concoction. The way her arms flexed highlighted her muscles. The pace increased her heart rate and Mags could suddenly hear its pumping. It was deafening all of the sudden.

Mags swallowed. “Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve been bitten,” she began, marking her place before setting the magazine down. “I guess it depends on how you do it. It’s different.” She stood and moved from the living room to sit at the bar, overlooking the mess of flour and sweat that was the vigilante.

The dough was rolled, tossed, flipped, repeat. “Different how?” Noce asked, taking a moment to rest. She wiped her forehead, blowing at the stray hair and flour impeding her vision. Mags smiled. The girl was practically covered in flour now.

“I guess it depends on how the vampire wants to make it feel. It can be really nice if the person biting puts the effort into it,” she offered, reaching across the space to tuck an errant lock of hair behind Noce’s ear. “You might have more flour on you than in that.” She gestured down at the thinly rolled dough, chuckling.

Noce huffed, pouting in the way she always did when she was being adorable and patronized. Not that Mags would ever say that out loud. The pineapple print apron did that well enough on its own.

“Part of the recipe, I swear.” The rolling pin was picked up and the dough received another stretching. “You any good at putting the effort into it?” She asked, smirk on her face and eyes dancing under her domino.

It took a couple of heartbeats for the question to register. Another several for the implications to hit home. “I uh. I’ve never had any complaints,” Mags managed, a bit blindsided. She didn’t really want to jump to conclusions just yet, not until Noce assured her of the reasoning behind the questions. For all she knew, Noce could just be asking her to help her interrogate someone, or some other weird, Noce-like thing.

Noce hummed. She rolled once, twice more before rolling the dough over her pin and expertly transporting it over to the other countertop. The dough was deposited onto the waiting newspaper, dusted with even more flour, and then Noce was around the counter, apron tossed somewhere on the floor, and in Mags’s personal space.

Mags distantly, in some far off part of her mind, noted that she was going to be covered in floury hand prints as Noce grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer and almost off the bar stool.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Noce, probably, rolled her eyes. “I need you to bite me. For science,” she added, cocking her neck to the side. “Just make sure I’m not complaining after, ‘kay?”

To say Mags was thrown would be an understatement. She sputtered, even as her hands settled on Noce’s hips and pulled her up to straddle her lap. Jesus, her pajama bottoms were covered in flour and what looked like dried egg. “Is this like the shit you pull with Jase? Poking the dragon to see what happens?” It would explain her habit of antagonizing anything supernatural within a five mile radius.

Her nose wrinkled and Mags was rewarded with another eye roll, this one visible even under the mask. “Well I don’t go around askin’ Jase to chomp on my neck, so I’m gonna say no.” Noce scooted closer, her knees resting on the chair’s edges. “But I will say, you guys got me fuckin’ curious. Better to just humor me, babe.”

Logically, Mags knew the whole situation was probably staged. Noce was smart, scary smart, and there was no way she didn’t know what she was doing. She was never this overtly sexual. Not unless she was working a job. Not unless she wanted something. Her bro tank was lose, almost slipping off a shoulder. Her cleavage was very prominently positioned, and even covered in flour she was stupidly attractive. The kind of damsel found in every cheesy vampire romance novel, except this was one morsel completely uninterested in the inevitable conclusion. No, this wasn’t a serious seduction attempt. Just her way of enticing Mags to say yes to her weird, potentially life-threatening experiment. Just a game played by a very confident ace. She doubted that Noce would even try this for a second with someone she didn’t trust to figure that out.

Mags couldn’t help it. She laughed. She reached up and tilted Noce’s head, her thumb grazing over the victorious smile cutting across her mouth. “You eat a decent lunch?” she asked, eyes already shifting to black. She could see the excited thrum of Noce’s jugular dancing beneath thin, fragrant skin.

“Yeah,” Noce answered, already a bit breathy from Mags’s stare. Her fingers clenched in the fabric of her shirt, white flour bright against the black.

“Good, good. I’m not going to take much, just tell me if you want me to stop.” She waited for Noce to nod. God, she wished she could see her eyes.

Her fangs slipped through her skin like butter and the first pull was every bit as good as she had imagined. It’d been awhile since she had someone so willing, even if it was just ‘for science’. Mags made certain to keep her head clear despite the desire to drink deep, in case Noce showed any sign of discomfort. It was definitely an exercise in control, one she hadn’t bothered with in a long while.

Noce wasn’t making any effort to do the same though. Her grip on Mags’s shirt was lax, her body heavy and warm against her front. Mags let her hands wander a bit, stroking along Noce’s spine and through her hair. It didn’t take long before she pulled away the hair band, letting her fingers card through the dark strands. It was more petting than fondling, and nothing more than what Noce had let her do any other time they were together. The way Noce was arching into it, it wouldn’t be hard to take advantage. Definitely an exercise in restraint.

She let it go on for a few minutes longer, tearing her mouth away the moment she heard Noce’s breath begin to shallow. It was almost painful to stop, Noce’s bereaved keening not helping in the slightest. Snatching up a clean hand towel, she pressed it against the bite and waited for the boneless vigilante in her lap to essentially sober up. Sober up and stop rubbing herself against Mags’s body.

Mags was half considering carrying them over to the couch when Noce stirred almost thirty minutes later. Her cheeks were a tad pale, her reactions a bit sluggish, but nothing debilitating. She levered herself upright so she was no longer plastered against Mags’s front but otherwise made no move to get up.

“I think I see why your complaint box is empty,” Noce slurred slightly, hands resting on Mags’s shoulders for support. Mags took the liberty of fixing the strap of her tank top. Somewhere along the way it had lost its fight with gravity.

“I like to think I’m a satisfaction guaranteed kinda person. How you feeling?” She asked, tossing the towel over the counter and into the sink. It clotted about ten minutes in, but she had wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

Noce shrugged, her tank top strap again threatening to slip off. “Woozy, usual bloodloss shit. Kinda like I got cotton candy and about six vodka shots for blood. Fuckin’ brilliant, let’s go again,” she grinned lazily, looping her arms around Mags’s neck.

Yeah, it was definitely couch time, before Mags did something stupid, like agree. Mags gripped Noce under her thighs and lifted them up, carrying her easily into the living room. “Sorry Noce, but no dice. You gotta make more before we go again. Maybe next week,” she promised, easing Noce onto the sofa. “Here, lie down. I’m going to grab you some juice or something.” Mags snagged a blanket off the armchair, tucking it around the grinning vigilante.

“I could kick the mutt’s ass six ways to Sunday right now, I can handle another dose of your vampire wiles.” Noce made a token resistance but gave it up after an aborted attempt to sit upright.

“You’re incorrigible,” she snorted, heading back into the kitchen. Mags dug around in the fridge, finding the most pretentious juice she’d ever seen hiding behind a large jar of pickled something or other. She huffed out a laugh and poured a large glass, tossing in a bendy straw for good measure. The dough was still resting on the newspaper. Mags looked at it quizzically.

“Is that dough stuff okay like that?” she asked, carrying over the cup of pomegranate-and-whatever juice. Noce had somehow managed to prop herself up against the arm of the couch and was making grabby hands at the cup.

“’s gotta dry anyway, don’t worry about it.” Noce managed before going to town on her juice. Her face was still flecked with flour and the couch was probably covered in the stuff by now. Mags debated getting a washrag and figured if she didn’t clean it now, she’d probably never hear the end of it. It only took a moment to wet a rag, but by the time she got back, Noce was fast asleep. Her empty cup sat precariously on her stomach and Mags was quick to move it to the coffee table.

She dabbed lightly at the mess on her cheeks, carefully maneuvering around the domino. They’d known each other now for what, three months? She’d let Mags drink her blood but not see her face and, while Mags could grudgingly understand the precaution, she couldn’t help but be somewhat frustrated. She moved on with a sigh, removing a truly astonishing amount of flour from Noce’s hands and arms. Soon enough she was as clean as she was going to get short of being hosed down.

Tossing the rag back into the kitchen, Mags settled down at the end of the couch, Noce’s feet in her lap. The magazine she had been reading was right there where she had left it, bookmarked and everything. The new blood thrummed in her veins in time to Noce’s heartbeat.

It had definitely been a weird day.

#noce+mags #anti fic

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