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mcybank · 4 years

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✄┈ playbook, chapter one

( jj maybank x female! reader )

summary jj and john b challenge each other to engage in evocative and romantic situations with girls, points being awarded depending on what they do. what happens when jj finds out the reader has something which can make him win the challenge?

word count 1.3k

warnings nothing really. drinking? maybe and a little bit of swearing

author’s note should i write a part two or is this b o r i n g

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gif by @toesure !

John Booker Routledge and JJ Maybank have done a plethora of things to look down on them for throughout their friendship. But their recent scheme had to top it all. In the name of thrill, a suggestion made by JJ when intoxicated appealed to John B not only when he was intoxicated, but sober.

This is what brought them to the current situation. John B held a blunt pencil in his hand, doodling on the top right of the page as both, himself and JJ pondered about one last conquest to end off the list. “Something big,” JJ spoke, his eyes set on the wall as he thought of possible ideas.

Two weeks in, both teenagers were nearly level on points, John B around five points above. JJ’s perpetual nature of finding something enjoyable completely tedious had hit him at a Boneyard Kegger. He glanced at the boy he was up against; John B’s hands were wrapped around a random brunette’s waist with his lips connected to her own. Great, he thought to himself.

Of course, the entire point of this challenge was hooking up at the end of the day. But doing so consistently had grown on the blond who was seeking contrasting methods to engage himself whilst gaining points along the way.

And for a guy like JJ, it wasn’t difficult for him to find something to be engaged in— or someone.

Walking to the scene of the party with one of your closest friends, Sarah Cameron, you felt a few eyes on yourself and her. You wore a white bikini top paired with loose black shorts along with small accessories paired to the outfit. You weren’t a huge fan of partying at the Boneyard mainly because you got a minimum amount of thrill out of doing so, but tonight, Sarah had managed to convince you to give it a chance and you hesitantly agreed to doing so.

JJ Maybank’s eyes were set on you as soon as he noticed you sitting at the edge of a sun-bed staring at your phone, disentangled from the party with a glass of beer in your other hand.

“I’m JJ,” he introduced, startling you by the sudden presence as he took a seat beside you, a little too close for your liking. You uncomfortably stood up from the sun-bed, a chuckle leaving your lips at his attempt to string you into a conversation. “I know who you are,”

How would you not? Everybody knows the JJ Maybank; ultimate womaniser and it’s clear to see why. Before you could walk away from his reach, you felt a grip on your wrist that was holding your phone. It wasn’t a harsh move, in fact he held your wrist with as much tenderness, not wanting to venture out of his boundaries with you. “Come on, I don’t bite,” JJ knew that if he didn’t manage to get something out of you, he wouldn’t be able to add any points to his tally for this night considering how monotonous he found hooking up and simply just hooking up after two weeks of doing so.

You reluctantly sat down on the vacant spot beside him, shifting slightly to the side to avoid any unnecessary contact. “You’re making me feel bad here, y’know? I’m not that scary,” you rolled your eyes at his words although they did help you warm up to interacting with him. Both of you remained in silence, JJ unsure of how he should approach you. “I’m y/n,” your introduction took a lot more time than he anticipated, but it managed to cut the awkward silence.

“I know who you are,” he responded, a smug smirk taking over his lips.

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “Do you really?” It wasn’t that you didn’t expect him to know you, that was a given. But his attempt to copy what you previously said to him failed as you didn’t mean that you knew just his name.

“Y/N L/N, Kook” he tried to string his words together, add on more about what he knows about you other than your name and your status. He shrugged when he noticed you slightly laughing at him, “So what do you know about me, huh?”

“Well, you’re JJ Maybank. Well-renowned Pogue. Womaniser. Player. Heartbreaker—” you were cut off by JJ sarcastically gasping and putting his hands on his chest. “Well, it’s rude to make accusations as hurtful as that. I am far from any of those things,” you stared at him, trying your best not to burst out laughing but the way he painted a hurt expression across his face, you couldn’t. “Oh, don’t be melodramatic,” you spoke in between of laughs, causing JJ to let out a small chuckle as he shook his head at your reaction.

What happened in the next few minutes was something you never expected. You didn’t expect to be coiled into an enjoyable conversation at this party. And you could never expect to be coiled into a conversation, at best, with JJ Maybank that you mildly enjoyed ever.

JJ was in the middle of narrating a humorous incident of himself and his friends when you heard your phone vibrate, indicating a text. “Boyfriend?” JJ nudged your shoulder playfully after noticing how quick you were to pick up your phone. “No, mother,” you corrected, showing him the message that was filled with absolute rage telling you to come back home.

“Alright, then. Let me have your number and something else before you go,” JJ was hoping that you say yes, not because he wanted to speak to you more but because he wanted points. At the end, this was all just about scoring a few points off some girls and you were the chosen victim. He handed you his phone, one that he rarely used and you dialled your number before saving it.

You felt a rush of heat going through your cheeks. As much as you hated it, you hoped that JJ texted you later tonight. “What else do you want?” you questioned as you texted Sarah to let her know you were leaving. “Well, this,” as he spoke, he leaned closer to your face, so much so that his lips were hovering over your own. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your face, his large hands tenderly cupping your cheeks before he connected his lips to yours.

It began as a compassionate kiss but slowly turned into one that was lustful; his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth displaying the hungriness going through his body whilst you succumbed into the feeling of intimidation with him.

“I’m taking you out soon,” JJ informed you as you stood up from beside him, getting ready to go back home.

JJ didn’t feel guilty. Not until he saw the uncontrollable grin on your face as he saw you enthusiastically type on your phone, perhaps, telling your friends that you had a potential date. But that was soon washed over as soon as he realised he had late-night plans that would definitely be of help for the Playbook.

When he was sure that you had left the area, he pulled out his phone and clicked on John B’s name that was drowned in the numerous names of girls from his messages.

jj: +5 points for getting someone’s number. +15 for making out.

30 points in total. That’s what you were to him. Although he would have loved to go further in order to higher his tally, he knew that you would provide him an adequate amount of help, eventually.

All you could do was wait. Wait for him to message you. But he was too immersed in messaging provocative statements to another girl. Another girl who was unbeknownst of the fact that the only reason JJ showed interest in her was in the name of a few points. And the reason he showed interest in you wasn’t any different either.

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vesperlionheart · 4 years

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Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move. For KisaSaku. :D

KisaSaku & a belated happy birthday for @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth!

(Sort of a companion fix to This One)

‘In matters of inheritance in the land of Kirigkure, the country is old and small enough to cultivate its leftover practices from the oldest days, when Kiri citizens had to fight tooth and nail to protect what was once only a small fishing inlet. Their monarchy equivalent is selected from the previous ruler and approved by a majority vote from the three departments.’

“It shouldn’t count until an official hearing is held to conclude such matters,” Sakura grumbled to mostly herself. Mei was the least sympathetic out of all her supporters when it came to Sakura’s mood and opinions on her stupid country inheritance.

When Mei heard Sakura’s grumbles she only giggled and added another ‘grievance’ scroll to the ever increasing pyramid of incoming missives that would need to be addressed by the end of the day. “Honestly, you have no one else to blame but yourself. What did you expect would happen when you arrived on our borders with all of Tsunade’s tutelage and the copy nin’s keen sense for seeing underneath the underneath? You thought we’d let you go?”

Speaking of Kakashi made Sakura remember the old man’s poor advice: “Just go and check them out. Get in a few fights, drink a little and show them how terrible of a leader you would really be.”

That had worked out terribly.

While Sakura was legally considered a citizen of Kiri, she had grow up outside its boarders and adapted to the culture of the Fire Country where it mattered to have manners with strangers. Her strategy had been to walk in with a buzz and a beer in hand, provoke a shop keep, fight a swordsman-a legendary swordsman-and curse her way out of town. Everything had been going tremendously well, except actually it hadn’t. Kiri was wet in more ways than one and Sakura had unwittingly impressed more than just a few curious eyes with her tolerance of the local booze. Shit talking was seen as a greeting amongst Kiri locals, and fighting might as well have been synonymous with hugging.

“They’ll kick you out soon enough and you’ll be back home before you know it.”

For not the first time, Sakura lamented Kakashi’s backhanded advice. When she berated him about it later on he only congratulated her on the revitalized economy, the updated hospitals, and all her efforts towards dismantling the caste system. Sakura’s protest that she never meant to do any of that fell on deaf ears.

The trial month was nearly over and plans had already been made to install her as their Mizukage, a position that would put her on par with her one time teacher, the Hokage in the Land of Fire. There was a lot of pomp and ceremony the elders were caught up in that pushed back the actual initiation-but the decision had been made and Sakura’s will was not enough to reject the concessions of the Trident-or the three seats of the Mizukage’s cabinet.

Mei made up the executive branch of the Trident, while the seven swordsmen made up the military branch. Yagura was the head of Economics and the mouthpiece of the Elders who weighed tradition against advancement. Sakura’s job would be to balance all three of their voices and carry the responsibility of any decision they came up with. Only a 3 to 1 vote could overrule a Mizuekage’s executive orders.

“Have you chosen your Second Shadow, yet?” Mei asked.

“I’m actually hoping that if I don’t that this whole party thing can get called off,” Sakura sassed back to Mei, already half finished with the next scroll and all but made up on her finial verdict for the request it presented.

“Have you looked at my boy?”

“Chōjūrō is a sweet kid and will make a fine swordsman one day,” Sakura answered diplomatically.

“But…?”

Sakura looked up and glared. “He’s as shy as an Angel Fish and he still somehow came up with the idea, completely on his own with no help from anyone, to wait for me in my hotel room in a silk robe and slippers and nothing else.” Sakura’s tone was heavy with sarcasm. “I don’t take kindly to attempts of coercion.”

“The kid just wanted your favor and you would hold that against him?” Mei playfully teased.

“I didn’t appreciate it, Mei. Don’t bully your boy into my bed.”

Mei rolled her eyes and picked through the finished missives Sakura had set to the side. “He needed the encouragement. He wouldn’t have done it, even though he wanted to, without some help.”

“I’m not like you, I don’t enjoy robbing the cradle.”

Mei snorted. “Okay then, babe, tell auntie what your type is?”

Sakura paused and looked up over her next scroll. “Why?”

“Can’t you just believe I’m curious? Why do you have to sound so suspicious of every one of my questions? I’m honestly just curious.”

Sakura’s expression turned blank but Mei didn’t seem to care. “Sure, and my answer would have nothing to do with an attempt by you and the elders to set me up with a nice local boy who will convince me to stay. Suuuuure.”

“So if you’re not interested in our little prince, what abut the naughty type. Suigetsu doesn’t have anyone right now.”

“I thought you were trying to convince me to stay, not scare me off. That starfish can’t keep a relationship on lock for more than a month for a reason, and it isn’t the fault of any of his partners.”

“So the naughty type is a turn off. What about the daddy type?”

Sakura’s face made an expression of horror. “Gross.”

“Not literally a daddy, don’t look at me like that. You might be surprised so don’t knock it till you try it. I’ll put that down as a ‘maybe’ for now.”

“Please don’t.”

There was a knock on the door and Sakura shouted out for them to enter before Mei could even turn around. A half second later Sakura realized her mistake when she saw Mei’s gloating face. The office already felt like it was Sakura’s.

Damn.

“What?” Sakura barked a bit rudely when Yagura stopped in front of her desk.

“There’s an issue with deployment.”

“Why are you telling me this? Aren’t Kisame and Zabuza usually the ones who tell me what’s shit with their nin?” Sakura dropped her scroll and leaned back in her seat before waving for him to continue. “What is it?”

If Yagura was bothered by her rude address he didn’t let it show on his face and he never let it carry over into their conversations outside of work. “More of the Kaguya raiders are making issues for the settlements but we don’t have the resources to send out anyone to deal with it. Kisame and Zabuza are both off on missions you approved.”

“This really requires an S ranked response?” Sakura asked, knowing there were few others who could do what Kisame and Zabuza did. If Yagura was asking for either of them he deemed the threat S ranked.

“I’ve already written up the details of the response we’d need.” Yagura produced a thinner scroll and Sakura took it as it passed over her desk.

“If we didn’t have one of the swordsmen on this we’d need at least two dozen nin and we just don’t have those kind of numbers right now.”

“What’s the best we can do?” Sakura asked while rolling back in her chair to check the chart on the wall with a dozen different secret symbols that helped keep her up to date on the military numbers. It showed how many nin of different rank were deployed, how many were wounded, how many were undercover, and how many were available for deployment. It still took Sakura a minute to decipher everything on the chart but she would have it like a reflex by the end of the month.

“Eight.”

Sakura made a face. Eight was a really low number and it was her fault they were in this situation in the first place. She had gambled and played the number game with her nin. Kiri always needed a coalition of soldiers to defend it in case of invasion, and so even if there were over two dozen shinobi at home, she couldn’t touch those.

“Kisame is due back this afternoon, how time sensitive is this issue?”

“It depends on how much the lives of these colonists matter. They’re notorious for skirting on tax payments and regularly sell their produce to rival groups before our citizens.”

“But they are our citizens,” Sakura clarified. They lived outside the walls of Kiri and were largely bitter old marsh farmers and fishermen, but they were culturally more Kiri than Sakura.

“It would be a shame to loose their assets,” Yagura honestly answered. “The Kaguya clan would only grow emboldened if they took over the rest of this territory for themselves.”

Sakura was already standing, pulling off her robes. “Mei, tell Kisame to head over to the settlements as soon as he gets here, even if he’s on fumes. Just the sight of his big blue mug will send some of them running.”

“What are you doing?” Mei asked, eyes wide.

“I’m dealing with this. I still have my rank from Konoha. I should be sufficient with these four,” Sakura said while showing off the mission scroll with her name and four others filled in. “I’ll let them know personally. Yagura will-”

“I understand. I’ll stand in until you’re back.”

“You can’t leave, you’re our Mizukage,” Mei agrued. “That’s against customs. If you fall-”

“I’m not Mizukage yet and you still can’t tell me what to do,” Sakura warned before stalking out of the office with hands itching for a fight.

Hours later her Kabutowari was soaked with blood on both ends, both the hammer and the axe head had been fed enough blood and savagery to sate its appetite for carnage. Sakura was proud of their success and how cheep it cost. Not a single soul on her unit had been seriously wounded or lost and that was quite an accomplishment considering the Kaguya attacked in bands of eight to twelve.

“It’s cause we got to fight with our Mizuekage that our moral was so high,” old man Jinin cheered, looking ready for a stiff drink and maybe an audience who could listen to his tall tales and elaborations on the day’s battle.

Haku came up beside Sakura and touched her elbow to get her attention and she leaned in while he whispered the status of the nin’s health along with the injury inventory. It was a new step Sakura wanted utilized when units emerged from battle. If hospital records could be updated with a complete list of all injuries-including those treated and healed on the battlefield- it would help in future diagnostics.

Haku had helped develop the program and sell it to the other medic trained min. He had been invaluable in helping roll out new changes and on the battlefield his skill set had complemented her fighting style well, since he was more of a long range fighter while Sakura liked to deal damage up close.

“We’re good to go then,” Sakura sighed. “I’m tired. Someone treat me to hot saké once we’re back,” she playfully whined only to get a roar from the men and women on her team.

Haku kept close to her side and walked with her until they got to the natural mist. Sakura gave the signal and the rest of her team blurred into the fog and took off like birds in a dive, unseen and deadly.

“You wanted to ask me something?” Haku queried.

Sakura was about to say yes but something else caught her eye and she pat Haku’s back in dismissal. “It can wait until after we’re back. I need to catch Kisame up but I’ll see you at the Drunken Whaler.”

Haku turned and saw Kisame emerging from he fog with the blood and grime from his last fight still stuck to his uniform. The two locked eyes and Haku nodded first before taking off.

“So, are you slipping for any particular reason or are you just getting old?” Sakura teased while approaching Kisame.

“Hey, no jokes about my age when my boss orders me to pull a double shift. Slave driver actually expected me to do some good here. Shows you what she knows.”

“Maybe she just wanted you to see what she could do, ever consider that?” Sakura teased back, shouldering her Kabutowar’s axe end on her shoulder while she carried the hammer half with an idle swing in her left hand. The weight never bothered her but she wondered how her weapon would react to a new pair of hands.

“How willing are you listen to your bad ass boss?” Sakura asked.

“You mean my hard ass boss?” Kisame teased back. “Dunno, it depends on the request. Does it involve drinking?”

“Eventually all decisions and requests involve drinking, but not yet. We can get sloshed at the Drunken Whaler with the rest of them but before we get that far…” Sakura rolled the axe head off her shoulder and held it out. “Wanna trade?”

Kisame whistled low and reached up to rub at some of the blood on his chin with the heel of his hand. The twilight was creeping in but the clouds were heavy and low so everything shaded in tones of gray and diluted yellow. Sakura saw a fragment of that sunken gold color in Kisame’s shark eyes when he looked at her weapon, but she wished he’d been looking at her.

He reached over his shoulder and rolled Samehada off his back, letting the bandages drop. The trade off was as natural as any other tradeoff would be between the swordsmen. If the seats hadn’t been filled Sakura might have replaced Haku as a swordsman, since she had a legendary blade and he didn’t. If she had been a swordsman she might have had the chance to do this earlier and with more than just Zabuza’s Kubikiribōchō, but she wasn’t a swordsman and this wasn’t a guaranteed thing.

“Thank you,” Sakura said before Kabutowari finished leaving her hand.

“Careful with him, Samehada can-oh, ya know, never mind. He’s a bitch that’s roll over for anyone with tasty chakra, I shouldn’t have worried for ya,” he chuckled while watching the handoff.

With issue, Sakura held the massive blade level and admired its scale pattern in the gray twilight. There was a delightful shiver as it sucked on her chakra and swallowed it down like a drunk with fine wine. Sakura could feel it purr not unlike how Kabutowari would in her mind once they were linked.

“Let’s see how you like this,” Sakura cooed before swinging Kisame’s blade against the wind and stepping into the dance she had first learned for Kabutowari with minor adjustments since she was wilding Samehada in one hand. She felt it tense and almost cut at her hand but settled down as it realized what she was playing at.

Samehada cut into the fog and then shaved it down into a finer mist before wrapping it up around Sakura the way the first swordsmen would, back in the old days when chakra was still too wild to name and gods dared to walk amongst the children of men.

Through the mist and over her shoulder Sakura could see Kisame have fun on his own, dancing through the same steps with her two handed Kabutowari, showing mastery of the finer points in spite of his bulk. At first glance Kabutowari seemed too heavy and burly a weapon to expect any delicacy with, but if one wanted to unlock it’s full potential they would have to know more than just the brutal steps that wrought the most damage, they would need to know how to dance and make both the axe and hammer sing.

She watched Kisame twist through her steps like a ghost of her old master’s memory and watched, transfixed, as he let go of the axe side to swing around and snap back with perfect timing.

“Jealous?” the voice in her mind purred. Samehada helped himself to a drop more of her chakra as she paused in her steps.

“No, I know Kabutowari is my blade and he’ll return to me in time. There’s no reason to be jealous of your master for handling my blade so well.”

“Didn’t mean Kabutowari,” Samehada chuckled so deeply it made Sakura’s mind feel like a cavern with no end. A half second later she realized what Kisame’s blame meant and she giggled, almost manic at the implication.

“No,” she hissed through his stifled giggle. “No way, not you too. Leave me alone and let me have my fun.”

“Don’t see a reason you can’t have it both ways,” Samehada teased, poking at her palm but doing no real damage.

It wouldn’t hurt her if she could hear its voice and give him her chakra to sip on, but even if tried she’d be able to heal such a modest attack. There wasn’t any real danger to her from Samehada, but she felt unbalanced by his words enough to step out of the old steps and swing the monster blade down against the earth with a surge of chakra that split the earth.

She heard his excited cheer and delighted cackle as he served as the conduit to her legendary chakra release. Sounding almost drunk it asked for her to do that again but Kisame was already laughing at her and that was the only sound she could pay attention to.

“I think I’ve had enough fun for one night,” Sakura said with a tired laugh, hopping over to Kisame’s side with his sword. The exchange was easier this time but before Kisame could press Kabutowari into her hand their fingers touched enough for Sakura to feel where all his blisters had hardened into callouses. Even down the sides of his fingers she could feel the evidence of his devotion to the blade and she wondered, wickedly, what it would feel like to be handled by hands like that.

“Naughty,” Samehada purred to her before their link was severed. Sakura felt her face roar with heat and embarrassment, which she tried to play off by jumping back with Kabutowari and a nervous chuckle. Her weapon purred in confusion and almost understood but Sakura sealed him away into one of her pocket dimension before he could scream out the truth like an echo in her mind.

Damn, dirty thoughts-this was all Mei’s fault for planting the seeds in the first place.

Sakura ran her hands through the fog and then combed them through hair, grateful for the cool the almost night allowed. She knew she didn’t have a ‘pretty’ blush like some other girls. She went beat red and it was almost impossible to hide.

“We should head back, we’ve held back long enough the others might get worried. Plus, I wasn’t exactly quiet just now,” Sakura said.

“Aww boss, don’t make this old man run all the way back after I ran all the way out here only to be late,” Kisame playfully whined.

“What, you want to walk back. That’ll take forever,” Sakura said.

“Not for the whole while, but we can run off later. Can’t we just take it easy for a little while?” he asked.

Only because he asked Sakura agreed.

After a minute Kisame spoke up. “So the word going around is that you haven’t picked a second yet. Don’t you have any ideas or is no one willing to take on the load? You’re kinda a slavedriver.”

“I’m still thinking about it.”

“What are you thinking about.”

Sakura made a face, not knowing if he was teasing or being serious with his question. “It’s so different compared to Leaf, I mean this second almost feels like a marriage partner according to Mei, and it’s kinda serious enough that the thought process is similar. You pick someone and then they’re with you the whole time, nearly day and night, and that’s similar to how Shizune was for Tsunade, but…I don’t know, the cultures are different.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Kisame chuckled. “When Kiri loses a kage it’s tits up and everything goes to shit real quick-we know because we’ve seen it more than any of the other hidden villages. More assignations mean more hard lessons learned.”

“But does it have to be one person? Tsunade had ANBU who were rotated out all the time.”

“Yeah but that’s such a shit idea here. If I wanted to kill the Hokage I’d just impersonate an ANBU and wait in rotation until I was alone with-ah, don’t give me that face, I’m just saying hypothetical things.”

“It’s not so easy to infiltrate ANBU.”

“You say that like we haven’t ever done that,” Kisame snorted and then when he saw Sakura’s face he laughed. “Nothing so bad, boss, nothing so bad! You’ll see for yourself when you get access after inauguration, but those ain’t your people no more. You are ours.”

There were a few too many things making Sakura’s gut church with complicated feelings. What Kisame said about belonging to Kiri was right and it hurt, not because she hated being accepted, but because of what it meant for her ties to everyone back home-back in Konoha. Tsunade and Kakashi were her teachers but they couldn’t call her their disciple anymore. For the sake of the future of their foreign policy, Sakura had watched as the steps were taken to cut her off from the village hidden in the leaves until there was only one place she could run to. It wasn’t a vicious thing and there was nothing personal about it. Sakura actually understood why they did what they did-changing out the codes and locking her out of accessing ANBU updates.

Kiri was supposed to be her home now…her village.

“Boss?”

“You know you can call me by my name when it’s just us,” Sakura said instead, trying to sound annoyed so he didn’t misunderstand the meaning of her words and think she wanted him to speak to her familiarly. “Boss makes me feel like an old lady.”

The other feelings that made her gut churn came from the last thing he said to her. “You are ours.” Someone once said the people in Kiri were a people who knew loss to well to share decently in the future, thus they were a possessive people who coveted many things.

“Then Haruno kun-”

“Haruno kun?” Sakura sputtered. “What are you my uncle? No-ugh, you’re-oh man I had a teacher who would call me Haruno kun in school back when we were in the academy. You’re banned from the ‘-kun,’ if you’re gonna tack something on at least make it sound cute.”

“Sakura chan?” Kisame playfully called out, pitching his voice high and squeaking out the title.

“Never mind, I take it back, just Haruno or just Sakura, but nothing else. Gosh, I thought someone said that in Kiri they didn’t have manners or shit. Just call me whatever, I don’t care,” Sakura said even though she cared.

“Then Haruno, who do you think would be a good candidate for second. You’ll pick from the swordsmen right? Where else would you go?”

“Mei wanted me to go with her boy Chōjūrō but can you see that working out?”

“That jellyfish?” Kisame hooted. “He’s as shy as an Angel Fish. You’d eat him alive for breakfast.”

“I live to entertain,” Sakura mocked with a silly bow. “But you’ve got a point about pulling from the swordsmen. What would that do to your seats? Would you replace whoever left or take in someone new?”

“Maybe Chōjūrō,” Kisame joked.

“He’s an excellent fighter, he just doesn’t have a future in politics,” Sakura defended. “I could see him growing into that role.”

Kisame watched Sakura a half minute longer before saying anything new. The sun was half sunk into the horizon and all the mist seemed to choke on dying colors as they waded through the distortion.

“You have someone in mind, don’t you?”

“I have ideas but I don’t want to have ideas since I don’t like this whole set up. If it was up to me and the elders didn’t insist on tradition, I’d just have the Seven of you on rotation as my guard.”

Kisame made a thoughtful sound. “That could work as a back up, but you know how those old tradition fogies are.”

Sakura rubbed at her neck and looked ahead. “I need a drink. Race you back?”

“Ah, but I’m all tired from-” Kisame never finished his sentence since he chose that moment to flash step forward and take off running. Sakura cursed and raced behind him but came last and ended up having to buy a round for everyone at the pub.

When Kisame woke a week later he was wide eyed and energized, which was a rare thing for him these days. He normally hated mornings but the sight of his fresh dress uniform hanging up was enough to make him remember why today was such a big deal. It wasn’t just any other day, it was Sakura’s inauguration.

The whole of Kiri was hyped as fuck for a new Mizukage like Sakura, one who revitalized their economy and recovered their crumbling hospital system. The fact that she was the wielder of Kabutowari made it feel like a long lost child coming home from the war with spoils to share with the whole country. Sakura felt like she had always been theirs, like Kiri had always been her home. Even when she had been trying to piss people off and get out of the inheritance she had fit in too well. Her brash personality and strong convictions made her-

“Perfect,” Kisame said out loud, a little too caught up in his thoughts.

He grimaced a the sound of his thoughts and moved to wash up before dressing for the day. He needed to finish waking up or else he was bound to say something else equally stupid. Today was too important to look like a fool.

In short order he was as handsome as he’d ever get with an ugly mug like his and dressed for the occasion. Samehada fit into the latch carrier on his back and outside he saw the others waiting in the courtyard to the mansion where Sakura would start her procession.

Already, people were filling the streets in hopes of catching an eyeful of their new Mizukage on her first day on the job. Some were selling flowered crowns and wreaths as the newest trend had been to emulate Sakura’s flowery good looks. Young girls were cutting their hair like her and boys were dreaming about an impossible future among the swordsmen because of her. There was a building that had been painted with a modest mural of Sakura trees and different blooming flowers in celebration. The love his people had for her was everywhere.

“You’re not late,” Suigetsu taunted.

Kisame punched the younger boy in the face, ignoring both Suigetsu and his brother in favor of seeking out Zabuza. “Hey, you hear anything yet?”

“No one here knows who’s getting the nomination, that hasn’t changed,” Zabuza answered.

“Did you sign the consent form?” Haku asked, lookin up at Zabuza first and then Kisame. The consent form was basically a way those with the qualifications could put their name in the hat that Sakura could pull from.

“On day one, brat. Why, you didn’t?”

“I…I mean I eventually put my name in for consideration. I think I’d do well at it,” Haku answered, steeling his words towards the end even if he kept glancing back at Zabuza.

Between the seven of them, the only one Kisame seriously considered a challenge was Zabuza when it came to winning Sakura’s second. The pair of them were the strongest, arguably, and had a good working relationship with others. But, between the both of them, Kisame knew he was the only one who had been on Sakura’s side since day one when she first arrived. Even if Zabuza had been won over and was loyal now, no one had been in Sakura’s corner like Kisame.

Kisame thought his chances were good.

“Get in your dame spots,” Ameyuri snapped with a dangerous edge. Since Sakura had cured Ameyuri’s disease the kunoichi was near fanatical in her devotion to Sakura. When Kisame pretended to drag his feet Ameyuri snapped her sharpened teeth at his face and he backed up with a chuckle.

The doors to the mansion opened and the elders filtered out before Yagura and Mei. Yagura and Mei paused at the top of the stairs before joining the elders in the courtyard where their respective bodyguards were stationed. That’s when Sakura emerged at the top of the stairs to the mansion and the moment Kisame thought his heart was going to stop.

The robes had never looked so good on anyone before. Underneath the white and blue folds a soft dress of flaring gray and white, detailed with pearls and accented with a thick mother of pearl gorget around her neck, like the kind samurai would wear of a heartier material. It was ceremonial but Sakura wore it like armor.

The bells on her hat tinkled as she descended the steps and took her spot at the head of the group. Her painted lips were pressed into a hard line and her jaw was set with determination, but she still looked soft where it counted.

Kisame caught her eye at one point and it made his smile grow when the corners of her eyes crinkled for him.

“Haruno Sakura…” one of the elders began.

The ceremony lasted no longer than twenty minutes before Sakura was told to turn around and address the others. “And in line with the traditions of our ancestors, I will honor them with this choice and accept a second. Should I ever fall may their strength be measured by the gods and men,” she recited perfectly. Then she locked her lips and held up a hand before adding, “and in addition to a second I will be installing a rotating support guard for the Mizukage, with the blessing of the elders who safeguard our traditions. Every member of the Seven Swordsmen will rotate into the role of a tertiary figure of my inner circle, behind my second.”

Beside him Ameyuri gasped in delight, suddenly filled with hope that even if she wasn’t chosen she would still be able to serve her idol.

“Mizukage, your pick for second shadow?” one of the elders prompted.

Sakura nodded and the bells on her hat tinkled. “For my second shadow I have chosen Yuki Haku to serve me. Yuki Haku do you accept?”

That…didn’t… make sense. Kisame snuggled to hear what Sakura said next as Haku approached her and knelt before accepting the mother of pearl pin with the symbol of Second Shadow. Haku said something back to her, maybe in thanks, but all Kisame could hear was the rush of blood in his ears as his gut churned in a grief he couldn’t understand.

#Kisame #KisaSaku #Sakura #Fanfiction #my writing #ask #darth-salem-emperor-of-earth #kisame hoshigaki #Haruno Sakura

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halehavetogosometime · 4 years

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omo shipping meme: witcher

Any of y’all kinky bastards into the Witcher yet?

If you’ve wandered here from elsewhere: here be Omorashi. That’s kink to do with pee, folks.

This is an interesting meme to do in this fandom, since it’s not anything close to a contemporary time period. Some stuff didn’t seem to apply at all, so I modified/removed prompts as seemed appropriate.

So here’s my take for Geralt and Jaskier:

--- Who wets because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/computer/work or other activity?

Obvs no video games, but I can see plenty of situations where Jaskier gets, like, super involved in composition, maybe... or, better, is performing someplace, for important folks mebbe, and has some close calls because the banquet goes on so long without a break or whatever. But I would think the hit to his reputation from wetting himself while in the spotlight would be much greater than insisting the musicians get a break, so i wouldn’t think there’d be many actual accidents.

Geralt, however, has definitely pissed himself in the course of a fight/his work and gives 0 fucks about that. it’s not even harder to clean off his clothes/leathers/etc than monster guts, so what the fuck ever.

--- Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t?

Def Jaskier. Like, I can see a scenario where Geralt would do this playfully if they were doing a hold for fun or as part of a sex game or smth. But genuinely? Jaskier is more likely.

though I also accept the take that Jaskier is obnoxious as hell when he needs to pee but can’t right then, and would never put himself through the pain of prolonging the torture, insisting he was chill when he was actually uncomfortable... and yeah, I can see acerbic Geralt in a situ, maybe at some kind of feast or ball where he can’t just rudely walk away, for fear of reflecting poorly on Jaskier, and he’s no notion how to get away without being rude, so he’s just... he’s fine. he’ll be fine. he can hold forever-- it’ll be fine.

fuk.

--- Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night?

I mean, is that not what a chamber pot is? And this is the era of chamber pots. And they both have dicks. I can see somebody making an argument for Geralt, with his canonically advanced sense of smell, preferring not to have waste just sitting around where he’s gonna sleep... but honestly, urine can’t smell worse than monster guts, so, again, I doubt he gives a fuck.

--- Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake?

Jaskier probs. I would think that Geralt is usually hyper-aware of whether or not his body is in optimum condition. When it’s your primary tool/weapon, and you could be in a fight for your life at literally any time... it’d have to be some kind of extenuating circumstance to catch Geralt off guard.

But I can see Jaskier, high on good fun/food/company/wine being caught by surprise as he suddenly is quite full, out of nowhere.

--- Who has the larger bladder?

Geralt for almost certain. Like, Jaskier is a performer and traveler, probs used to good long stretches without prime opportunity for relief, he’s probs no slouch... but Geralt is literally a mutant bred to be physically superior.

--- Who is more likely to have a shy bladder?

Neither, both too pragmatic and comfortable in their own skins, probs. But I could see arguments for either, if an author wanted to go there.

I can see an argument for Jaskier, just because he can be a nervy little dude sometimes, so is the one more likely to experience the kind of anxiety that might cause such a thing (and he’s the one who insists it was unfair of somebody to kill that knight dude while he was “relieving his bowels, is nothing sacred anymore???” XD), perhaps especially while out on the road with Gerlat, where every stray noise in the underbrush might be a monster ready to bite his dick off or something.

And I can see an argument for a hyper vigilant Geralt, who struggles with getting comfortable/secure enough to take a piss, knowing he was uniquely vulnerable during such a time, and working so hard, so often, to NOT be vulnerable to all the shit that would gladly see him dead.

(I can also see a scenario for either one where they struggled with paruresis as a young person, and overcame it, and are caught by unfortunate surprise when it comes back, later in life, for no good/apparent reason)

--- Who will only use an appropriate facility?

Again, the time of chamber pots, I bet most folks have a real loose definition of what constitutes an appropriate facility. One could make an argument for Jasier, city person that he is, vastly preferring designated facilities... but again, he travels, and there are only bushes for “rest stops” between towns, so if he ever felt that way, he’s probs long since gotten over it.

I could actually see an argument for Geralt the other direction. like, he is mostly comfortable pissing in the woods, and actually finds it uncomfortable to do suck things indoors at all... or maybe just really dislikes the smell.

--- Who is more likely to have a holding kink?

Jaskier strikes me as the kinkier mf. like, I can totes see omo as a thing he’s low-key a bit into, like, he kinda digs being forced to hold during a performance, and then once they’re on the road together, he’s gotta play his interests real cool. but once he and Geralt are fucking, then I def can see him bringing it up, either trying to get Geralt to kind of dom him a bit and make him wait, or, shit, maybe getting Geralt to agree to wait.

I can see Geralt that way too, though. like, he spends a lot of time real focused on the state of his body, yeah? so I can see him approaching omo as, like, a way to challenge himself. like, “I can’t control the chaos, but I can control myself”, etc. in that scenario, once Jaskier works out that it’s, like, a sexy thing for Geralt, I put Jaskier 110% down to experiment/play with that.

--- Who challenges the other to holding contests?

In the same vein as above, it seems like the kind of contrary, kinky shit Jaskier would do. But also Jaskier would have to know that Geralt was likely to beat him. so Either Jaskier finds the who situ hot enough to be worth the loss...

Or it’d be Geralt. Not explicitly phrasing it as a contest, but more goading Jakier into it subtly.

--- How would each react to having an accident?

I think Geralt, as mentioned above, really wouldn’t care. Were it to happen in a way that inconvenienced Jaskier or someone, or happen at a ball/feast/party etc mebbe he’d be a bit shamefaced, but in general, that will not be the grossest thing to happen to him this week, so I don’t think he cares much.

I think Jaskier, vain hedonist that he is, is more likely to be genuinely embarrassed or humiliated, and probably play it off with humor.

But in most situ, they’ve got bigger stuff to worry about, and hygiene at this point in “history” is low enough, (and their professions, I cannot state enough, involve being in close proximity to animals/wildlife/monsterguts), I don’t think it’s the sort of thing that would ruin either of their days for very long.

--- How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident?

I think Geralt would find Jaksier in that position a bit funny or obnoxious based on the situation (and whether he had a kink), but likely would do his best to help him eventually, as he does with most things. (unless it was Jaskier being stubborn/prideful/arguing with Geralt that led to the situ, in which case Geralt would probs be quite happy to let the sucker piss himself, and serve him right).

Roles reversed, I think Jaskier’s first response would be surprise/incredulity to see the Witcher that far out of control. he’s quite protective of Geralt in his turn, however, so again, depending on the situ, he’d be helpful, likely.

--- Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear?

Jaskier, 100%. I’m not sure Geralt experiences fear intensely enough most of the time to get to that point.

--- Who is more likely to wet deliberately?

Jaskier, if part of some kinky game, I think. Geralt in a fight/if it serves some purpose.

#omorashi #omo shipping meme #the witcher #geraskier

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darthakaliae-blog · 5 years

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OC muse meme

tagged by @a-muirehen !! thank you!!

I guess this is a good way to introduce.....

Aedlinina (Nina for short)

FIRST RULE: Tag nine muses you would like to know better (nah, do whatever you want ツ) SECOND RULE: bold the statements that are true for your muse (italics for situational/verse dependent )

APPEARANCE

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing (the togruta headdress than never comes off?) I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY

I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality (she is learning to turn off the ‘duty switch’ in her head and let loose and joke more often)

ABILITY

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts (the star wars equivalent anyway)

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss (lana beniko baayyybeyyy) I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi (got to get around coruscant somehow) I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country/Planet/Galaxy/Universe I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m in a relationship (arcann as it stands, we stan a bisexual queen) I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships (only ever lana and arcann) I have never been in a (serious) relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend (Have I mentioned lana yet?)

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” (lana, their relationship may have fallen through, but it was mutual and they’re stronger than ever) I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling (Currently unannounced on my end, but it’s coming) I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share(d) my room with someone

RANDOM

I have break-danced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages (Basic and Togruti)

I tag the following people, no pressure and no idea whether you’ve been tagged or not: @swtor-addicted @sith-shenanigans @mando-ad @myswtorchildren

Have Fun!

#oc #oc muse meme #Aedlinina #swtor #i love her #she loves purple tho which one of my oc's doesn't

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hyunnielix · 6 years

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The Night We Met

Based on the song ‘The Night We Met’ By Lord Huron

Hawthorne and Miss Robichaux's Academy become intertwined, helping each other by learning off one and other. However, you learn about Michaels plan and have to bid him a farewell unable to support him through his decisions.

Pairing: Michael x Y/N

Warnings: Best-Friend!Michael, Painful Angst, Heartbreak, Choking, TW: Physical Abuse, Toxic relationships

Word Count: 2k

When the night was full of terrors

And your eyes were filled with tears

“Familiarize yourselves with each other briefly, shortly dinner will commence,” Cordelia announced re-explaining the current situation as if you were stupid, she wore all white with a classy but overdramatic cape to signify how she was the Supreme.

You sat wedged between Zoe and Madison as your small coven sat on the multiple couches spread around the, you almost wanted to call it a study, books filled the shelves all the way up to the ceiling. It was definitely an acquired taste with an outdated fireplace along with a twisted metal staircase leading to another compartment of the enormous place.

Your whole coven was waiting for the warlocks, who seemed to be taking their sweet time arriving. This was their damn academy you’d think they would be a little bit more professional.

“Punctuality, males have none do they?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes while you fiddled with your hands that were placed uncomfortably on your lap. You tended to become bored easily so sitting for long periods of wasted time was definitely not your forte.

You were the most hesitant towards the intertwining of both the academies, not wanting the males with their inflated ego’s and cocky attitudes ruin your reputation and your coven’s.

“Y/N watch your tongue around them, although we are farther superior than their kind we have to honour the truce we have recently agreed to,” Myrtle scolded you, her orange crimped hair moving as she shook her head adjusting the glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose, pushing them up slightly.

“You wouldn’t want to start a world war three already, would you?” Madison deadpanned, removing her gaze off her nearly perfect manicured nails to side-eye you as a smirk grew on her face.

“Depends, I’m in the mood for a little hell-raising,” You arrogantly smiled at Cordelia, tilting your head as if to test the waters of her tolerance.

Multiple pairs of shoes clicking against the tiles caught your attention, a short man donning a top hat and maroon black cape stood before all of the warlocks who were dressed in proper tuxedos eagerly waiting to be let in, you assumed he was the chancellor.

“Ariel, Behold,” Cordelia introduced, gesturing to enter the room as all of your fellow witches arose from their seats getting ready to probably playfully entice them and flirt their way to death.

Unphased by all of the males, you slithered your way to the back corner of the room, you back hitting the books on the way down to the floor letting your body collapse with exhaustion.

Trying and failing at keeping yourself entertained, you closed your eyes letting out a frustrated sigh as the noise of chattering started to get on your nerves.

A cough broke you from your trance, Gaze starting at a pair of shiny black shoes you followed up the figure to be met with a strawberry blonde haired blue-eyed prince charming look-alike.

“Being unsociable at a gathering isn’t lady-like,” He observed a ghost of a smile on his pinkish tinted lips as he leant over you almost intimidatingly.

“Is that all you came to say?” You questioned, peering up at the warlock with blatant uninterest while balling yourself up even more uncomfortably.

“Sorry, how rude of me I’m Michael Langdon,” He introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to reach for, like a gentleman.

Taking his hand in yours, he helped pull you up from the floor the personal space was almost non-existent as you began to introduce yourself to him.

“Y/N, L/N,” You replied, furrowing your brows in cautiousness unable to hide the faint blush on your cheeks, you weren’t used to people paying attention to you.

Fast forward to today, eavesdropping was something you casually did and definitely weren’t proud of but in some cases, it had previously saved you from the peril of this godforsaken world.

Noticing Michael’s absence from dinner, you decided to follow him loosely after he passed the dining room, confused to as why he would be going to the surface at this time of night.

The atmosphere was freezing, the wind brushing up against the trees and fresh air entering your lungs almost made you feel normal.

Hiding by the entrance of the academy, Michael paused gazing over his shoulder, for a second you stopped breathing surely thinking he had spotted you.

Continuing on, he began to skip towards a figure in the distance who was significantly shorter than him, squinting you tried to identify them without any luck.

Sneaking in the opposite direction, you decided to make a bolt towards the trees as it would give you enough camouflage and noise range so you could hear the both of them.

“Oh my boy, look at you, you’re skin and bones, you’re wasting away do they even feed you?” She asked, releasing him from the tight embrace they currently shared.

Michael smiled a true genuine joy-struck expression on his face, you hadn’t seen that smile in ages. You guessed the woman dressed in all black was someone precious to him from his childhood that he never spoke about.

“I’m fine just tell me you took care of the problem,” He fretted, placing his hands on both of her shoulders desperately praying for a good outcome, the predicament he was in had caused him more harm than he bargained for.

“Your problem is now an overstacked country barbeque, you can bury him in a shoe box if they can find him,” She rambled on, laughing a bit as relief flooded his face.

Letting out a small gasp, you covered your mouth petrified that you would accidentally give away your position. Who did they kill?

“Good, these people are the only ones who could pose a threat to me, once I become supreme I can destroy them from within and eliminate their whole fucking coven, then the road is clear for what I'm supposed to do.” He passionately spoke, his eyes nearly igniting with fire as he tried to reassure himself and his ally.

You didn’t understand why wouldn’t he tell you, that's what being best friends meant right? Keeping secrets from each other was beneath the both of you or so you thought.

“So stop worrying, look how easy it was for you to win their trust and get into their school,” The woman exclaimed, convincing him that everything was going according to plan.

Eyes widening and having heard enough, you scrambled to your feet making a bit more noise than you intended to do whilst trying to escape being unnoticed. Gaining both the attention of him and the woman, you continued to sprint for your life back to the academy.

“Y/N?” Michael whispered, sighing once he saw your fleeing body before returning his gaze to Ms Mead.

“I’ll take care of her,” He muttered, reassuring her before taking off after you.

By the time you had returned to the academy, everyone was asleep but the thoughts racing in your head prevented you having some piece of mind.

You knew Michael had seen you, it was only a matter of time before he came to talk to you. Sensing his presence, you stood up refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Y/N, what you heard, I was going to tell you eventually-,” He scratched his head, awkwardly smiling hoping that you would understand.

“Stop it, You can’t do this.” You warned, paralyzed in the spot you were in. Your brain was screaming at you to leave but your body stayed put.

“We could be together, rule together,” He explained, furrowing his brows as your reaction astounded him, he was not expecting this from you.

He was being naive again, it was one of his many faults.

“You don’t understand Michael!” You shouted, the sudden outburst making him take a step back unaware of your assertive side. You had never raised your voice at him once in the time you knew each other.

“I’m not betraying my whole entire coven, my friends and family just for you.” Your chest heaved, head dizzying as you tried to calm yourself down so you could suppress the oncoming panic attack, your hands were already shaking and sweaty.

To him, those words felt like poison on his tongue, he almost flinched before reciprocating with an even more heartbreaking sentiment.

“Am I not worth it?” He seethed snarling in your direction, unclenching his fist as he didn’t want to hurt you, trying to control his bubbling anger.

“Because I’m sick and fucking tired of being told I am nothing, you don’t understand how hard it is with everyone underestimating me and having to deal with the constant abandonment of people I care about,” He raised his voice as almost as if he was scolding you gesturing with his hands almost violently.

“In the end, they always leave,” He bitterly stated, his icy blue eyes softening as he left you completely and utterly speechless.

You tilted your head feeling pity- or was it sympathy for him? Half of your mind was fighting against all the reasons you should stay and the other half was creating new outcomes for the same deadly choices.

“I’m sorry, but I have to let you go, that is my final decision.” You shakily exhaled, backing away slowly from him your gaze focused elsewhere as you didn’t want to see his reaction to your rejection.

“But I love you,” He pleaded as if he could use it as an excuse for all the wrongdoings he was going to commit.

Clasping your hand over your mouth, you couldn’t help but let out a cry allowing the pent-up overwhelming feelings wash over you. Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as he pulled you into his chest allowing you to use him as comfort.

“Why must you do this to me?,” You questioned, banging your fist against his chest until finally pushing him away from you almost disgustedly.

“You’re the antichrist, you’re incapable of love,” You regretted the words that came out of your mouth, but nothing could take them back it didn’t take you long to connect the dots.

“How do you know that?” He inquired, resting his hands by his side as he clenched his jaw looking down almost in shame.

He had been acting up for months, being secretive as well as muttering Latin words during the night that once you wrote down realised were satanic ritual spells.

“This is just another manipulation tactic,” You mumbled on, trying to believe in the words you were saying.

“No, Y/N you can’t possibly believe that,” He argued, his chin trembled not wanting to take another step or he believed it would scare you off.

“You want to take over the world, exterminate society and every single living human or supernatural being with a family who is worthy of being loved just like you were,” You hissed, any hint of remorse for him disappearing in the snap of your fingers.

“Were?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly he was looking even more broken with every word you uttered.

“Don’t make this any harder for me,” You exhaled, refusing to wipe the remnants of the tears off your cheeks while you stared blankly at him.

“Even if I did take you with me, you don’t deserve to live,” He laughed almost psychotically, striding towards you his eyes flickered black his demeanour had changed in less than a second.

He reached out, clasping his palm around your throat he began to put immense pressure on it lifting your body weight in the process you dangled from above, struggling to breathe as you fought against his grip, letting out choked cries.

“M-Michael, please you don’t need to do this,” You forced out, he was cutting off the circulation around your body.

“Oh but I do I’m the anti-christ remember darling? That’s exactly what you called me am I not correct?” He asked, leaning his face closer to you so you could feel his breath.

“You’re not the Michael I used to know-,” You cried out, barely holding onto conscientious he finally released you, your body collapsing like a house of cards on the floor head lolling back as you tried to stay awake.

Bringing your hand up to feel your throat, you whimpered the last thing you saw was his face but instead it was pasty white, cracked and unhuman like. A face of a demon.

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litkpopscenarios · 7 years

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Anoymous

Admin Marie

A/N: I am back with the third chapter! This is not the last chapter though, I haven’t decided how much longer it will be it may get to 5 chapters but I have no idea. I am really enjoying writing this, so I hope you do to! Don.t forget to send in requests!

Word Count: 2375

Genre: Angst, fluff, mystery

Member: Someone from BTS

Summary: Every morning when you get to work, there is a new message on your white board. The real question is: Who is writing on your whiteboard?

Warnings: Language, Sexual references and jokes

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4(coming soon)

The night you have to go to Namjoon and Seokjin’s house arrives and you're very reluctant to go. You spent the whole day laying on the couch with Yoongi and watching horror movies and comedies. He stands up, cracking his back and pulling you up.

“Get ready for the party, cause we have to go buy some alcohol,” Yoongi says.

“I’m feeling sick so I don't know if I should go,” you lie. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Y/N you can't fool me. You'll have fun,” he says and walks to his bedroom to get ready, leaving you alone in the living room. You sigh, walking to your room and starting to get ready. You loosely curl your hair and stick a black beanie over your hair and after a lot of searching, settle upon a pair of light blue high waisted shorts that go halfway up your stomach and a black tank top that you tuck into the shorts. You apply makeup in your mirror and stare at your reflection. A knock sounds at your door.

“You can come in,” you say. Yoongi walks in, dressed in a black T-shirt and ripped blue jeans. He smiles at you.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N,” he compliments and grabs your hand before dragging you out of your bedroom. You groan but follow him anyways. You slip on black flats and follow Yoongi out the door. You two buy random alcohol from the store before driving to Namjoon and Jin’s house. When you get there, you're awestruck. You knew your CEO was very wealthy and you knew your boss was very well off, but their house is amazing. It’s huge, three stories and has huge windows, giving it a modern feel.

“Yoongi-ah, why so you all hang out at your shitty apartment when you could come here?” You ask in amazement. Yoongi laughs and drapes his arm around your shoulders.

“Because you're at our apartment and we all know you won't come here,” He says.

“Why are you all so considerate towards me?” You ask. He smiles.

“Because you're a sweet person, Y/N. They all care about you, even if you don't know it,” Yoongi says. You smile to yourself at the compliment and you two grab the two bags of liquor before walking up to the front door. Yoongi knocks on the front door and Taehyung opens it, showing off his adorable box smile.

“Come in!” He exclaims, taking the bag you're carrying from you and ushering you both inside. You are even more dumbstruck by the inside. It is huge, with high ceilings and modern furnishing.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok exclaims, running to the front door and grabbing you by the elbow and dragging you deeper into the house. He comes to a stop in the living room and your heart is racing at the loss of Yoongi by your side. You look around for him but he's nowhere to be seen.

“Don't be nervous, it’s okay,” another voice says after Hoseok let's go of your arm and walks over to tease Jimin. You look over and see Jungkook.

“I’m not nervous,” you assure, smiling.

“I saw your face when you lost Yoongi. He's in the kitchen with Jin and Joonie,” he says. “Just stick with me, it’s just us,” he says. You’re comforted by your intern’s sweet words but you're still tense. A girl you've never seen before walks over to you. She's a little taller than you and looks exactly like Hoseok. She offers you a kind smile and you notice how pretty she is.

“I'm Jung Jiwoo. You must be Y/N,” she says. You smile in return and bow lightly.

“I am. Nice to finally meet you,” you say. She smiles and pulls you into a friendly hug. Jungkook lingers by your side and you're grateful, not knowing what you would do if he wasn't right there. You return Jiwoo’s hug and you both pull away.

“I can show you around if you want, none of the guys will,” she says playfully, sticking her tongue out at Jungkook.

“Sure,” you reply. You follow her out of the living room.

“You and Yoongi are best friends, right?” She asks, linking arms with you, to your surprise.

“Yeah, we grew up together,” you reply, smiling to yourself.

“He’s such a sweet guy,” she says. You feel a pang in your chest, but you quickly decide to shake it off.

“I wouldn't call him sweet. He's rude,” you joke. She laughs.

“This is my favourite room,” she says. Jiwoo smiles at you and opens a door. On the other side of the door is a spacious room with a hot tub and pool.

“No way!” You exclaim. She laughs at your excitement.

“We can always go in later,” She says. You shake your head.

“I don't have a bathing suit or I would,” you say.

“Namjoon or Jin just give me one of their shirts to wear in the pool when I forget a bathing suit,” she says. You laugh.

“I hardly know anyone here,” you admit.

“Hoseok has told me a lot about you actually. I think you know them more than you think,” she says. “I have noticed they all think of you like a little sister,” she says. “Or an older sister, depends on who we're talking about,” she backtracks. You laugh. You decide to tell her about the whiteboard in your office.

“Then it has to be one of them!” She exclaims excitedly. “Let's solve this tonight, I'll help you,” she says. You smile widely.

“Let's do it,” you say. You two hear someone calling both of your names so you shut the door to the room and walk towards the voice.

“Guys! We're playing truth or dare,” Taehyung says. You and Jiwoo walk into the living room and sit in the circle with the others. You take a seat between Jimin and Yoongi and cross your legs. Yoongi slips his arm around you waist and shifts you closer to him, holding you against his side protectively.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok says. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” Taehyung replies confidently.

“Show us all the last selfie you took,” he says.

“Hoseok that's weak,” everyone chides.

“I'm starting off simple,” he defends and crosses his arms. Taehyung opens his phone and clicks away for a while and then the phone is handed around. When you look at it, you see Taehyung and Jungkook in your office, both making peace signs and stupid faces. You can see though, in the corner of the room, a message on your whiteboard.

“When did you take this?” You ask.

“Today,” Taehyung replies. The message on the whiteboard is simple “I'm in love with you, Y/N” is all it says.

“Y/N? What's wrong?” Yoongi asks.

“Just read the whiteboard,” you say. He zooms in and his jaw drops.

“Okay, that's enough. Which one of you asses are writing on Y/N’s whiteboard?” Yoongi snaps. No one says anything, everyone just blankly looks at each other.

“I guess we'll find out as the night goes on,” Namjoon says, downing his shot.

“Joon, that looks a lot like your handwriting,” Jin says. Namjoon looks at Jin with a straight face.

“Whatever you say, Jin,” he mutters. Is it Namjoon? You can't deny, he has showed special care towards you and has always made sure to fire the people causing you trouble, but you just assumed it was because you were a good worker and Yoongi’s roommate and friend. You look up at Namjoon and he is already looking at you. His cheeks flush red and he looks down quickly.

“Y/N,” Taehyung says, grinning evilly. “Truth or dare?” He asks.

“Dare,” you reply, not wanting to have to spill your life story.

“I dare you to kiss Jimin,” he says. You sit bolt upright.

“Yah! Kim Taehyung! That's going too far,” Yoongi says, gripping your hand tightly.

“Are you saying you want to take a forfeit dare?” Taehyung asks.

“Yes,” you say. Jimin, who is beside you, is tense and his breathing is unsteady.

“Do seven minutes in heaven with Namjoon,” he says. You stand up boldly, you would rather play seven minutes in heaven with Namjoon than kiss Yoongi’s close friend. Everyone looks shocked for a minute but then Namjoon stands up and shrugs.

“Which closest?” He asks. Jin stands up and walks to a closet in the hallway and opens it. It’s nearly empty, only a few cleaning supplies are stored there. You walk into the closet, your confidence wavering. Namjoon follows you inside and Jin shuts and you hear the click of the lock.

“Does this closet lock from the outside?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, Jin and I didn't see a reason for us not to be able to lock it, especially because this door is really like easy to open so it would just randomly open and it would freak us our so now we lock it,” he explains. The situation itself is awkward. You’re pressed up against a wall, the CEO of your company standing across from you, your torsos touching.

“Sorry for them,” he apologizes.

“Don't apologize. I enjoy hanging around all of you,” you say.

“Is someone writing on your whiteboard?” He asks. You nod and shrug.

“That doesn't matter anymore,” you say. “At least not right now,” you correct. You look up at his face and he's looking down at you already. You two stare at each other and you're positive it’s just you, but you feel the temperature in the closet rise a couple degrees. “Why are you so nice to me at work?” You ask.

“Do I have a reason not to be?” He asks.

“No. You have no reason to be so nice to me either,” you counter.

“Even if I told you, you wouldn't ever understand,” he replies. He leans down, his nose brushing yours. You don't move, frozen to the spot, waiting for him to make his next move.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers.

“Why don't you?” You reply.

“I don't want to face the consequences,” he replies. The statement makes your head spin. What consequences? Is he drunk? The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, lips millimeters apart when the door flies open. You two instantly jump apart, your head slamming against the wall and Namjoon instantly exiting the closet.

Someone screams, “NAMJOON AND Y/N WERE KISSING!” You stay rooted to your place for a couple seconds until a hand grabs your arm. You jump, the touch startling you and you're met with Jimin’s kind face.

“You can come out now Y/N,” he says. You follow him into the living room, sitting beside Yoongi again. You look to his face and he's glaring daggers at Namjoon. You place your hand on his and he pulls you close, one arm around your waist and his hand on your thigh. He draws little circles into your thigh and it seems to soothe him. Truth or dare goes on for a while, you end up on Yoongi’s lap, Yoongi ends up shirtless, Jin has to kiss Namjoon’s neck, Hoseok ends up tipsy from having to drink a lot, Jimin ended up prank calling a pizza place, Jungkook had to let Taehyung text his brother, Taehyung ended up being locked in the backyard and Jiwoo had to jump into the pool fully clothed.

“Okay! I say we quit truth or dare and start with drinking games,” Yoongi declares.

“Never have I ever?” Jimin suggests. Everyone agrees. Jin gets an 50 pack of plastic shot glasses, Namjoon gets the alcohol and Taehyung and Jungkook pour the alcohol. You get off Yoongi’s lap and he slips his shirt back on and Jiwoo changes into Jin’s hoodie and Namjoon’s sweatpants.

“Okay, Jimin, you're up first,” Namjoon says.

“Never have I ever had my first kiss with someone in this room,” he says. You and Yoongi both take a shot. Everyone stares at you two in shock.

“You two had your first kiss together?!” Hoseok shouts. You and Yoongi nod and refill your shot glasses.

“Do tell,” Jungkook says.

“Nah,” Yoongi says. “It’s a secret.” You giggle at that and nod. You two had your first kiss when you were 8 years old. You two were on the swings in a park and he kissed you and proclaimed his love for you and asked you to marry him. You, of course, said you would. You were both very weird children.

“Now I'm curious!” Jiwoo complains.

“Never have I ever cheated on someone,” Jin says, cutting off the awkward silence. Everyone is silent, looking around for anyone who is going to take a shot. Jimin sighs and does. You all gape at him.

“I was drunk and thought the girl was my girlfriend!” He exclaims, defending himself.

“Never have I ever gotten fired,” Jungkook says. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jiwoo take a shot.

“I was working at a fast food place and I forgot to go to work one day and got fired,” Taehyung says.

“Jiwoo and I got fired from the same place at the same time for falling asleep on the job,” Hoseok says. The siblings laugh to each other. Yoongi huffs and takes a shot.

“We’re not going to talk about it,” he says.

“You got fired?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah,” he says. You take a mental note of him getting fired so you can grill him later.

“Never have I ever had a wet dream about my best friend,” Namjoon says. Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook all take shots. You laugh along with the others and then freeze. Wait… If Yoongi had a wet dream about his best friend… Doesn't that mean it was about you? You freeze and whip around, staring at your best friend.

“Yah! Min Yoongi! Do you have something to tell me?” You ask. He laughs, hiding his embarrassment.

“Nope,” he says. “Nothing you must know about,” he says and winks at you, pinching your thigh. You yelp and hit him.

“Never have I ever fallen in love with someone very close to me,” Jiwoo Says. Everyone in the room, except Jiwoo, takes a shot.

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