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eternalstarlitwonderland · 7 months

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Wrestling With Lust In Mind

Chapter Six

(Luke x Jamie) (Luke x Ryu)

Several weeks later, Luke is in his apartment playing video games with Jamie Siu.

Jamie asked him about Ryu's retirement announcement, at first Luke didn't know what he was talking about until Jamie showed him an article about Ryu.

Luke was shocked and brokenhearted at the same time because he didn't want him to retire and he wanted to face him again in the ring.

"Hey Meathead, Did you hear Ryu is retiring from Wrestling?"

"No, I haven't heard anything about Ryu retiring"

"Wait you didn't, here"

"What the...? Damn, I seriously want to face Ryu in the ring again"

"I also want to face him in the ring but I can't do that anymore"

"Well at least you have a fantasy about facing him"

"Don't make me laugh"

At least Luke got the chance to kiss the legendary Ryu and not tell a single soul about it and not even Jamie, his boyfriend knows that he kissed the legend himself.

"At least I have the chance to kiss the legend himself"

"What are you talking about?"

"Hmm, It's just my crazy thoughts"

"Really?"

"Shut up, Pretty boy"

As Luke contemplates what to do with the number that Ryu gave him, to call him without Jamie knowing or not calling him.

Decisions that he has to make, he decided to pause the game and walk over to his bedroom.

"Hey, Why did you pause the game?"

"Luke?"

"I just had to pause for a quick second, if you want to play the game that's fine with me"

"Okay"

He got his smartphone and went to the contacts, searching for Ryu's number on it.

Eventually, he finds it and calls him.

"Hey Ryu, What's up?"

"Hello Luke, How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good"

"That's good to hear"

"Hey, why did you retire I might ask?"

"Well, My body is getting torn down after years of wrestling, so I had to retire for my well-being and health"

'Man, that's harsh a reality of a wrestler but at least you are happy"

"Yeah I'm going at a slow pace"

"The slower the better"

"I always wanted to live at a slow pace"

"So you want to go to dinner tonight?"

"Sure, The dinner is on me"

"What a gentleman"

"LUKE!, Got out of here"

"Wait, it's Jamie calling you"

"Yeah, I have to officially go"

"Well I have to go but before I go

I want to say thank you for reaching out to me"

"You're welcome"

"Bye"

"Yeah, Jamie!"

Luke walks back to the living room and asks him what's wrong, Jamie pulls Luke onto the couch and kisses him.

"Hey, Jamie what's wrong?"

"Hey, What the...?"

*Kisses*

"Pretty boy, that's why you call me here for?"

"Of course, Meathead"

*Kisses*

Jamie stopped for a brief moment and looked at Luke's ocean-blue orbs, he set each hand on Luke's chest and proceeded to fondle him.

Jamie began to frottage Luke's clothed lower body while he was fondling his breasts.

"Well, Meathead you got big man boobs to play with it"

"Jamie..."

Luke softly moaned with each squeeze by Jamie's talented hands, and getting turned on by the fondling and frottage, his face gets redder and redder whenever Jamie softly squeezes them.

"Jamie, Please stop it..."

"Ah come on Luke, Let me fondle you"

"Fuck, Fine... Jamie...Ahh..."

Jamie fondled Luke's breast until they heard a loud ringtone coming from Luke's smartphone, Luke quickly got up from the couch and walked into his bedroom to answer the call.

"🎶All my memories link to the stars

Every time I look at them

They remind me of you 🎶"

"Shit!, My phone is ringing... Jamie"

"Oh, My bad"

"Hey Ryu"

"Hey Luke, How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good"

"That's good to hear"

Ryu asked him to meet him at the niche cafe called the Moonlit Cafe at Metro City, Luke excitedly agreed with Ryu's suggestion.

"Do you want to meet me at the niche cafe called the Moonlit Cafe?"

"Sure why?!"

"OK, Get yourself ready"

"I'll get myself ready then, Bye"

"Bye"

Luke excitedly walks out of his bedroom, Jamie asks him why he is so excited.

He answered Jamie's inquiry with a wink and even revealed that Ryu was going to show up at his apartment, Jamie asked him once again if he was going to be here tonight or if he would stay at Ryu's.

"Hey, Meathead why are you so excited for?"

"Well, I'm going out with Ryu?"

"Really? That's awesome"

"Wait, I thought you would be jealous?"

"What would I? You were my boyfriend Luke and besides that, I still want a rematch"

"Don't worry, Jamie. I mean pretty boy I will give you a rematch"

"You better"

"Trust me I'll"

Several hours later, At the Moonlit Cafe.

Luke begins to ask Ryu about his relationship with Ken Masters and whether are they still together or not.

"Hey Ryu, Are you and Ken still together?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"I just wanted to know"

"It's complicated"

"How complicated?"

"It's very complicated and complex"

"Hmm, I see"

After their little conversation, the waitress arrived at their table with their entree and appetizers put them on the table, and walked away.

"Here goes your order gentlemen"

"Thank you so much"

"No problem, It's my job"

Luke recognizes a certain girl with long red hair walking into the cafe, wearing a simple flopping hat to disguise herself and blending in with the pardoners.

"Huh? Hmm..."

"What's wrong, Luke?"

"Oh, It's nothing"

"Wait for a second, it's that Peyton Harrington?"

"Perhaps, it's her?"

He loudly shouts out her name, causing a major scene that embarrasses Ryu.

"I just wanted to say hello to her"

"Luke, Please don't... She wants her privacy and to be an ordinary person"

"Hey, Peyton! Come over here!"

"Stop it, you're embarrassing!"

"Miss Harrington, I am so sorry for my friend's lack of matters"

"It's okay, Ryu I'm probably getting used to it. And I guess he's probably a big fan of mine"

"Yep, I'm a Starbrite!"

"What is a Starbrite, might I ask?"

"A devoted and dedicated stan of Peyton Harrington"

"So like a swiftie? Or a barbz?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, I never thought of that"

"Well I had to get my table but I'll see you guys later"

"Bye, Peyton"

"Well that was an interesting interaction with Peyton"

"IKR!"

"Well let's eat our food"

As the date went by without any interruptions, Ryu gently stroked Luke's face, making him blush. Luke surely knows that he is extremely lucky to be in the presence of Ryu, the legend himself.

"OMG!, I can't believe I have been touched by a legend like him"

"Aww, you are blushing, it's so adorable"

"Stop it, Ryu"

"Damn, I'm extremely lucky to be in the presence of Ryu"

"Hey Ryu, Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm okay"

"You looked spaced out"

"I never thought I would space out like this"

"Are you still thinking about Ken?"

"Yes, I still thinking about him"

"Do you want to stroll outside?"

"Yeah, I need to get my mind get cleared"

Luke: Well let's go then!

*Getting up from their seats*

*Opening the door and then closing it*

After leaving the niche cafe, They begin to stroll around the bustling metropolis of Metro City, holding each other's hands.

The nightly atmosphere provided the bright lights of the metropolis to illuminate the lovers below, the moonlight revealed the true meaning of their love.

Luke pulls the older man into his loving embrace and looks at the golden-brown orbs,

Ryu looks up at Luke's brilliant ocean-blue orbs and kisses him.

"Wow, It's completely dark outside"

"At least the moon is full and beaming

"I guess you are right about"

"Man, No stars dammit I seriously want to see stars tonight brightly flickering"

"Ryu, I...Love you"

"Luke..."

*Kisses*

"Luke, Do you want this further?"

"Yes"

"Good"

*Kisses*

Subsequently, at Luke's apartment.

They began to passionately kiss, taking each other's shirts off, and throwing them down the floor.

They marveled at one another's ripped torsos, their fingertips traced each other's exposed skin.

They resume kissing once again, their fingertips exploring one another and nuzzling and kissing each other's necks a little, leaving tiny love bite marks.

*Kisses*

*Softly Moaning*

*Kisses*

*Softly Moaning*

*Kisses*

Luke takes off the dark denim jeans that Ryu has on and throws them to the floor, Ryu does the same and throws them to the floor as well.

Looking at each other's spheres and lovingly gazing at one another, they kiss passionately once more.

"You are so beautiful, I can't stop looking at you"

Thank you"

Luke started to lick Ryu's two fingers put them inside him, and proceeded to finger and scissor him, preparing him for the penetration.

*Luke licks Ryu's fingers*

"What the... Ken.. No...No...No"

"What's wrong Ryu?"

"Nothing"

*Inserting his fingers inside of Luke*

*Luke winced at Ryu's fingering*

"Sorry"

"It's okay"

*Kisses*

Luke gives Ryu a condom and lubricant, and the older man lays him down on the bed.

Ryu puts on a condom, opens a lid of lubrication, puts some of it on his condom-covered penis, rubs it, and coated it.

Ryu slowly and carefully inserts himself inside Luke, and he begins to slowly thrust into him, he winces at the intrusion at first.

Luke getting used to being a bottom for the first time, at the hands of Ryu.

*Ryu inserts himself inside Luke*

*Luke winced at the intrusion*

"Ugh.."

They entwine their bodies together, glistening with sweat, the sounds of their lovemaking, and their moans, creating a distinctive symphony in the moonlight.

*Ryu begins to slowly thrust into Luke*

*Soft Moans*

*CLAP!*

As Ryu furiously thrusts in and out of Luke, each time he thrust into Luke's prostate to the point where he loudly moaned and his eyes rolled back.

*Moans*

*CLAP!*

They reached the point of no return, entering a state of bliss, and they began to get exhausted and yet remain more passionate than ever before.

Ryy loudly exclaimed and said that he was going to cum and Luke loudly cried out in pleasure, He quickly pulled out of Luke and blew his load all over his body and face.

*Ryu cums all over Luke*

"Fuck I'm going to blow!"

"Fuck Daddy, AHHH!!!"

*Heavy Breathing*

"Fuck I'm going to cum"

"Let me help you to blow"

*Ryu licking Luke's nipples*

*Luke cums all over himself*

Ryu sees his gooey and sticky masterpiece before him, seeing Luke, his replacement and lover covered by his cum, leaning over to him and passionately kissing him, he stopped for a brief second and lovingly looked at him.

"Oh my goodness, You looked so beautiful

"Thanks, I like to be covered in cum"

"Do you want me to lick it?"

"Ryu, It's a lovely offer but I wanted to end this night with a passionate kiss"

"Oh now you're reading my mind now"

"Great minds do think alike"

Once again they passionately kiss until they can't kiss anymore underneath the gleaming moonlit glimmer, Luke lays his head on Ryu's chest and falls asleep.

*Yawns*

*Luke stretches out of his arms*

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to lay on your chest"

"Well Come here"

*Motioning Luke to come toward his chest*

*Luke lay his head on Ryu's chest*

*Ryu softly caresses Luke's face*

"Hey Ryu, You are so..."

"So What?"

"It's saccharine and mushy"

"Just tell me, Luke"

"Okay you are so gentle and yet rugged like my dad"

*Blushes*

"Luke...I...Don't want to say"

"Ryu, you don't need to say enough, Let go to sleep alright"

"Fine *Kisses Luke's forehead*"

"Good night"

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sirgiant-blog-blog · 2 years

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John was a bag boy.

An odd title for a man forty-four.

I didn't really know how old John was until I walked into the grocery store and saw a make-shift altar with John's photo in a frame, a couple of candles, and the words "RIP John. 03/23/57 - 08/18/01."

I remember thinking, "John was forty four."

I hadn't known that John passed away.

But he was a fixture in Kash N Karry. That's the grocery store I went to all the time. It was just down the block from my home.

John knew me by name. But he never called me Larry. He preferred "MISTER Larry."

And he knew my son, Alex. Alex was in 7th or 8th grade at the time of this next story.

I didn't know anything about John outside the Kash N Karry. But he knew where EVERYTHING was inside that store.

Back in those days, Alex loved to play video games. Video game strategy guides were sold in the magazine rack at the grocery store. I often would walk there with a walkie-talkie while my son stayed home playing his game. I would then describe the strategy guides that were available and ask him if he wanted me to bring one of them home with me.

One time, while I was speaking on the walkie-talkie, John overheard our conversation, came up close to me and said, "Let me speak to Alex."

So, I handed John the walkie-talkie. John said, in a fake voice, "Come in, Houston. Come in."

Silence. Silence followed by, "Dad?"

John replied, "No. I am not your father. This is Smokie."

The radio crackled and I could hear Alex laugh.

I said to John, "Ask him which strategy guide he wants."

"Come in Houston. Which strategy guide do you want?"

I was busting up holding back my laughter.

Alex replied, "Super Smash Brothers."

John's eyes lit up. Suddenly he spoke in his normal voice. "You have a Nintendo 64?"

I could tell we hit a nerve.

"Yes, Smokie," was my son's response.

John handed me the walkie-talkie and said, "Hold on."

John went running toward the back of the store. I waited by the magazines.

I pushed the transmit button on the walkie-talkie and told Alex, "That was John. The bag boy. He just went to the back of the store. Maybe they have a strategy guide that hasn't been put in the racks yet."

John came rushing back and, sure enough, a stack of Super Smash Brothers strategy guides still in the shrink wrap.

"Here ya go, Mister Larry."

I pushed the button to speak again to Alex. "They just came in. John brought them out. I'll bring one home for you."

After my "over-and-out" message to Alex, I said to John, "Thank you. Do you play video games?"

It was like asking a girl if she loved horses. John clasped his hands as if in prayer, brought his fingers to his chin, and, with a smile that would light the room, he said, "DO I?" as if to say, "Of course, I do!"

Now, here it was, two years later, and John is gone.

A rush of memories came to me as I walked through the store feeling sad.

John was mentally challenged. I remember him telling me that. I always felt odd about that, too. I don't know why. He seemed as smart as anyone else I knew.

John could talk about cars as if he was the editor of Motor Trend magazine. He could tell me who was singing and the name of the song coming through the overhead sound system. He must have put in a lot of overtime because I would ALWAYS see John at the grocery store.

But I wouldn't be seeing him any more.

To say he touched our lives is an understatement.

I wrote a song about John.

Here are the words:

"John is a bag boy

At the grocery store.

An odd sort of title

For a man forty-four.

But "bag man" seems awkward,

And John doesn't mind.

I speak to him often.

He's there all the time.

He's mentally challenged.

He told me himself.

While I shopped for dinner,

And he stocked a shelf.

I told him "I'm crazy"

And that made him laugh.

It's curious how God

Puts folks in our path.

Am I here for you?

Or are you here for me?

I guess it is mutual.

John says he'd agree.

Little by little

The world grows each day.

For a man like John,

Once would have been "put away."

"Mentally challenged"

Seems awfully defined

But John isn't stupid

And most folks are kind.

The rest, he says softly,

He'd kick out of the door.

We should all be like John

At the grocery store.

Yes, John is a bag boy,

And he does his job well.

With a voice slightly slurred,

It is easy to tell.

That, despite slow delivery,

And a look slightly odd,

Yes, John is a bag boy

And a gift

Sent from God.

John is a bag boy.

And a gift from God."

I painted this on Procreate using the turpentine brush.

If you'd like to hear the song, "John Is A Bag Boy," I found it online so you'll have to Google it. Robin and I produced it several years ago and, believe it or not, I don't even have a copy of it myself!

#artwork #illustration #illustrator #digital artist #digital art #penguin random house #simon and schuster

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wynndynights · 2 years

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Hey hey hey!!! I saw the requests open and I'm curious if you could write a Hanma Shuji fluff alphabet. I'm in love with him sm!! Thank youuu!!!

I absolutely could. Surprise surprise you get to wake up to this post because I know your sleep schedule, bestie 😗

~Shuji Hanma Fluff Alphabet~

Warnings: Potentially a bit OOC but I did my best and this is honestly how I see him being in a relationship, Swearing, canon-typical mentions of violence, a lot of crack-fluff, one Kisaki related manga spoiler in F if you know you know, mostly gender neutral reader aside from talking about periods in W, spaghetti man, me bullying hanma, hanma being an absolute gahtdahm menace.

Reader is implied to be shorter than Hanma. He's frickle fracking tall. If you're taller than him, please be my friend I want to actually feel short for once.

Please don't kill me for some of this I swear I don't hate Hanma I just bully him affectionately.

Let me know if I missed anything

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A- Affection (how affectionate are they?)

Clingy little shit at any and all times. Hugs you out of nowhere, smothers you in kisses, picks you up and carries you around for no given reason, smacks your ass out of nowhere, etc. Snuggles you constantly any time you're at home together. He likes having you sit in his lap and wrapping his arms and legs around you like the lanky spaghetti noodle he is. You're trapped there and you aren't moving until he lets you.

B- Baby (how do they feel about kids? Would they ever want to start a family?)

Surprisingly, he would probably not mind having children. He definitely wouldn't be the greatest father in the world, but he would try his best. He'd do his best to tone down the crazy a bit to raise his kid to be the best person possible, and would honestly probably be their best friend and biggest supporter. He's definitely the favorite parent. Is that a good or a bad thing? Who knows, probably both, but the point is that he's shockingly good with kids.

C- Cuddles (do they like cuddling? What's their favorite cuddling position?)

I said it before I'll say it again, he is a tall spaghetti man and likes wrapping his long-ass limbs around you. Laying, sitting, even standing if you can hold his weight, he likes latching onto you like an oversized koala and burying his face in your neck. When it comes to laying down at least, koala pose usually eventually loosens into spooning.

D- Dates (what's their favorite place to take you on a date?)

Prefers at home dates to going out. Most of the time dates consist of hanging out indoors and watching movies or playing video games. When you do decide to actually go out, it's usually either on a motorcycle ride around the city, or an arcade date or something or that variety.

E- Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Can get a bit defensive about emotions. He likes acting tough in front of you, so if anything ever is wrong, it usually takes some force to get him to talk about what's bothering him. Just take away his cuddling/affection privileges and he should get talking almost immediately. Joking aside, when he does open up about feelings, make sure he knows you're there for him and just want to help him, because it is something that he has a very hard time with.

F- Feelings (when did they first realize their feelings for you?)

For most of his life, he wasn't really focused on finding any sort of relationship. He was too focused on his gang duties and chasing thrills and excitement, so the thought of dating didn't really cross his mind much until you came along. When you did though, wow the feels hit him like a truck looking at you, Kisaki. Instantly head over heels. He thought you were one of the coolest people and wasted no time in chasing your attention.

G- Gentle (how gentle are they with you?)

He knows how to be gentle when he needs to, but he's usually really not. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he's very playfully rough. Likes tackling you and play-fighting a lot. Will very lightly punch or elbow you to get your attention a lot or will just straight up pick you up and swing you around if you're ignoring him. Also absolutely a "my love language is b i t i n g" type of person.

H- Holding Hands (when and where do they like holding hands? How do they hold hands?)

He probably prefers having an arm thrown over your shoulder or a hand on your hip or waist if you're out walking around places. It keeps anyone from even thinking about trying to approach you, which is a win for him, but if you want to hold his hand, he will happily allow you to do so.

I- Introduction (how did you first meet them? What were both your first impressions?)

Got a little carried away with this one. May just have to turn it into its own lil oneshot story

Met you while out at an arcade with a few friends from his gang. He was just messing around and ended up getting into a very heated competition with you. You kicked his ass, and even though his friends were making fun of him for it, he was too busy being a massive simp to care. Even though in most cases he probably would've made some excuse for his loss or challenged you to a rematch, he instead offered to buy you dinner somewhere for your victory. Ditched his friends to do so the moment you accepted. You were more interesting anyways.

You found him to be a little bit too loud and reckless at first, but after you hung out and got to know him more, that became more of a charming aspect. Hanging out with him was never boring, and you quickly found yourself joining him on many of his weird thrill seeking adventures until he eventually asked you on an official date.

J- Jealousy (how easily do they get jealous, and how do they react?)

Gets jealous extremely easily, but also not really too worried about it. He's an intimidating person, and he's well aware of that fact. All it takes if someone is trying to flirt with you is him walking up behind you and wrapping an arm around you, and they're usually gone.

In the unfortunate case that anyone decides to be just a little too persistent, he's not at all afraid to either beat them up on the spot, make out with you in front of them until they leave, or both if he really feels like it

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like)

Annoying-ass tease. If you want kisses, he'll stand at his full height and make you come up to his level to get them, even if you have to climb him like a tree to do so. The effort is definitely worth it though, because for someone who never worried much about relationships before, this man is a shockingly good kisser. He'll kiss you until your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest and you forget how to breathe for a minute, and then he'll just laugh at you like it's nothing when he pulls away.

L- Love (who said I love you first? How?)

Probably him, and it was probably in such a stupidly annoying but yet cute way. You had a lot of studying to do and were extremely focused, leaving him to sulk around like a sad neglected puppy. He kept tugging on your sleeve and complaining about not getting attention until he finally pulled the "I love you" to catch your attention. But like- in the most annoyingly whiney voice possible. You put your work aside just long enough to give him a short kiss and tell him you loved him too. That satisfied him just long enough to allow you to finish your work before he scooped you up and trapped you with cuddles for the rest of the night.

M- Marriage (how do they feel about marriage?)

Not an immediate priority, because he doesn't think it's super necessary. He already loves you more than anything or anyone else in the world, what point is filling out a bunch of paperwork to prove it? However, if you express any interest in wanting to marry him, he is one hundred percent on board and will absolutely make it happen.

N- Nicknames (what do you call each other)

S p a g h e t t i m a n.

Most nicknames are just the two of you throwing stupidly creative and unnecessary insults back and forth in the most affectionate tones possible, but you do have your moments where you'll call each other cute pet names. Baby, Baby girl, Beautiful, and Princess are some of the more common ones he'll call you, while you often call him Shu, as well as the occasional Babe or Handsome.

O- On cloud nine (how do they act when they're in love? Is it obvious, or are they discreet about it?)

Again, he becomes an absolute smitten puppy dog. Basically his every waking thought is centered around you, and he will openly and shamelessly brag about you and show you off to anyone and everyone, wanting to make it clear to the entire world that you are his, and he loves you, and you love him.

P- PDA (how do they feel about making their relationship known? How affectionate are they in public?)

Zero shame. He'll kiss you in public, he'll smack or grab your ass in public, he'll throw you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and spin you around in front of a crowd just for the hell of it. He does not care who is watching. He especially likes being overly affectionate if you're ever around other members of his gang.

Q- Quirky (random goofy relationship headcanon)

This has happened on multiple occasions. If you're ever just lounging around the house, whether it's on the bed, on a couch, on the floor, etc, if you lay on your stomach, he will sneak up on you and just bite your ass. Right on the gahtdahm buttcheek. For no given reason. And then he'll just get up and walk away like nothing happened and never talk about it again.

R- Romance (how romantic are they in a relationship?)

A lot more goofy than serious and romantic. He certainly knows how to be cliche romantic if that's what you want, but he prefers to show he loves you in his own much more unique ways. Living life on the edge together is what shows you both how much you love and are devoted to each other, and he'd prefer that over any stereotypical love story any day.

S- Support (how supportive are they or your goals and dreams? How do they help you achieve them?)

Supportive honestly probably to a fault. He will try anything and everything once. Even if it's just something small you want to try, he's trying it with you. You have some horribly impulsive bad idea at 3 am that you bring up to him? He's probably encouraging you and ready and willing to do whatever it is right along with you. Ready to do anything to help you with any goals and dreams you might have.

T- Talk (how good are they at communicating with you?)

Not the best when it comes to communicating. Again, you usually have to make an active effort to get him to talk about anything serious or important with you. He lives his life on impulse, so it's not easy for him sitting down to talk anything through, especially if it's a subject that makes him feel weak or vulnerable in any way. You have to show him that there's no judgement on either end and that it's okay and necessary to talk things through sometimes before he'll be willing to try.

U- Understanding (how well do they know you?)

He knows you extremely well, and anything he doesn't know, he makes an active effort to learn. He wants to know as much about you as he can so that he can be the best possible boyfriend. Sometimes he can be a bit oblivious in some areas of life, but if you explain something to him, he'll make sure to commit every little detail you tell him to memory.

V- Value (how important is their relationship to them?)

Honestly he probably values you and his relationship with you more than his own life. As much as he may be an asshole at times and be a bit hard to handle, he doesn't know what he would be without you, and he's grateful every day that you've stayed with him through it all. He's well aware of the fact that he's a bit over the top sometimes, and the fact that you can love him through that just makes him fall more and more in love with you every day.

W- Wild card (random fluffy headcanon)

Surprisingly an absolute king when it comes to taking care of you on your period. He'll go out and buy anything you need without caring what other people think about it. He'll get you all your favorite snacks, heat up a water bottle for you, and then lay in bed with you all day playing with your hair, massaging your stomach, and giving you soft forehead kisses. It's probably just about the only time that he's willing to fully tone down his energy and focus entirely on taking care of you.

Y- Yearning (how well do they cope with being away from you)

Not well at all. Mans is so clingy it's painful. He can handle being away from you for like a day for meetings or fights or whatever he may have going on, but he'll become a bit of a wreck after much longer than a day or two. As long as he can call you every day he should manage, but he just wants to be back home holding you in his arms as soon as possible.

Z- Zzz (how is it sharing a bed with them?)

Back again we go to either koala or spooning. There are very few alternatives unless you can manage to get him to fall asleep before you and then climb into bed afterwards, but even then he'll usually latch onto you in his sleep. Luckily it isn't too difficult to wiggle away if needed though. The only way to wake him up before he wakes up on his own is either kissing him awake, or just full force throwing yourself on top of him.

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I realized after finishing this particular Alphabet that I was missing X in this one and the one posted previously. I will shamelessly continue missing X in future alphabets unless someone has a suggestion for an X word that makes sense because Xylophone does not count. Anyway thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Have a lovely day 💖💖

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morgana-ren · 2 years

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ok I don't know if you will read this but I want to tell you that I love your writing about shigaraki, I really love it!

Well, you're the first person I'm going to ask something here on tumblr and I'm VERY nervous so please forgive me if you don't make sense of it or don't like the idea.

Ok, here I go, would Shigaraki fall in love with a woman who has the same personality and abilities as Deadpool? or would he consider her very unbearable?

Today I saw a video of the Deadpool game again and that and many other ideas came to me regarding this, so this will not be my first question here, obviously if you don't mind and you like this crazy idea of a shigaraki with a deadpool XD.

PS: sorry for the bad english, greetings from argentina🇦🇷

Firstly, thank you so so much for your kind words. I appreciate it beyond measure. <3 Actually, I think he would on the grounds that she made the first moves. This is running under the assumption that the relationship doesn't just bloom from a very awkward situation, which I find equally likely. I think that's the case for a lot of different personalities, unless we're talking someone he could easily take advantage of. A lot of it depends on the dynamic/attraction between them.

She gets her jobs done (albeit a little unconventionally), so she's an asset to the league, so Tomura tolerates her antics. Unfortunately, the big mouth makes for some pretty awkward situations that annoy Tomura to absolutely no end.

My specific brand of Tomura is usually exponentially creepier than canon Tomura (obviously lmao) and uses his sexuality for intimidation. With a Deadpool-esque girl, I think this could make for some absolutely hilarious situations.

Tomura, annoyed, says something along the lines of "Shut your mouth, before I find a better use for it." Deadpool girl isn't even phased-- flattered even. "Woah, boss-man, you asking me on a date? Can we get some snacks first or are you pretty set on the blowjob? You did mean blowjob, right? I could be wrong but that seemed like where you were going with this. Also, is this a casual encounter or are we more serious now, cause if we're serious, I need to call my mom--"

It might be a slightly antagonistic relationship, which personally is my favorite kind. He's so broody and edgy and serious so much of the time, I think it would be a fantastic counterbalance to his personality. She's more than happy to go along with his ridiculous whims and bedroom ideas, mainly just along for the ride, which delights him. If it ever genuinely annoys him, he can stuff a gag into her mouth-- which she continues to talk around regardless.

I think he'd find himself weirdly fond of her over time, and would grow to miss the snarky comments if they were ever separated for long periods of time (not that he will ever admit and immediately act exasperated once reunited.)

I actually really love the idea.

#Morgana and friends #Shigaraki x Reader #or uhhh deadpool reader technically lmao #I picture Tomura kissin on Ryan Reynolds wearing a wig lmaoooo #also I loved the deadpool game #it was great

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xiuminsbby · 3 years

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Friendly Love

Request: no

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex

Summary: You and Minseok are very close friends. But Minseok is tired of you giving your heart to men who wont treat you right.

“Maybe love just isn't for me,” You sighed. Minseok chuckled next to you.

“Most guys are losers, they don't know how to treat a woman. All they know are video games and sex. Not love.” He smiled slyly. He stared at the coffee he was holding, he knew it was too late in the day to have coffee, but hey, he needed it.

You had got your heart broken yet again, and you called him to your home for emotional support. He quickly came and drove you to his house. “My parents are getting upset with me for not finding someone. I'm 24, Minseok. I want to settle down, I really do.” You leaned back on the balcony chair and huffed out a sigh. You heard Minseok sign as well. He was 24 as well, he needed love too.

Minseok wanted to love you, he just didn't know how to say it. He was sick of you going after all these men who didn't know how to treat you. He leaned back as well and took a sip of his coffee. The sun was going down, it would be dark soon.

You both looked over at the sound of footsteps, a man was walking to his car from the convenience store in front of your house, “What about him?” You said in a hushed tone. “Do you think he would fuck me against the wall and love me the way I want to be loved at the same time?”

You and Minseok had known each other for years, meeting in your freshman year of college after you had needed someone to tutor you for Calculus. Minseok was in your class and you knew how smart and easy to talk to he was, so it wasn't a problem for you to ask him. You both went to the coffee shop to study, and started talking about more than just math. And that's when you both became best friends. You both complement each other's personalities perfectly, and he was happy about that.

Minseok was attracted to you, but he was dating someone at the time. And being a loyal boyfriend, he never made any moves on you. You were attracted to him as well, but respected him and his relationship, and besides, you were happy to find a good quality friend like him. Minseok didn't really seem like the type of guy that you wanted at the time anyways. You wanted someone to hold you close and make you scream, and he just wasn't that person then.

Minseok broke up with his girlfriend a couple months later, though he was loyal, she wasn't. You and Minseok got closer then, but still stayed in the friend's boundary. You both talked about everything, from school, family, relationships, all the way to sexual fantasies. He learned everything about you, and later realized that he could give you what you wanted. And that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to love you like you should be loved, and fuck you how you should be fucked. He was tired of you going out with guys from Tinder and getting your heart broke. He wanted you to realize that he was there.

“Wanna go back inside? It's getting dark.” He said. You nodded and got up. Once you sat down on the couch, you heard him in the kitchen ordering pizza. You loved him, you knew you did. Your friendship was like a relationship without the sex. If Minseok would get out of his own head and say that he wanted you, you’d drop everything for him.

Minseok put on a horror movie when the pizza got to his place. A girl was running from a man in a mask, and once she almost got out the door, he pulled her back in. You didn't like horror movies from the 80s, they were scarier and more gruesome than the ones they make now. You moved closer to MInseok, he felt the shift and looked back at you.

“Scared?” He smirked.

“I hate this movie.”

“Come here then.”

He pulled you closer to his side, you leaned your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You both would cuddle all the time, this was nothing new, but you felt butterflies everytime.

“Why would you choose a movie that you knew would scare me, Min.” He smiled at your complaining. “Remember when we both promised each other that we would marry each other if we were not married by 40?” He asked.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow quirked. “Yeah?” Quite a random time to ask a random question, you thought.

He nodded and stayed quiet for a while. You looked at the TV and nudged back onto his chest. You both kept quiet for around 20 minutes of the movie before Minseok spoke up again.

“I don't want that anymore.” You quickly pushed yourself off him at that statement and threw a confused look at him.

“W-What?” You asked, he looked you straight in the eyes, “I don't what that anymore, Y/n.”

You waited for the joke that never came. You looked down at his arm that was still holding your waist. You could feel your emotions rising, “You don't need to be so harsh about it, Minseok.” You tried to get up but he quickly held you back down.

“No, Y/n, I mean I don't want to wait that long. I want you now, I’ve wanted you for a really long time.” A woman was screaming in the background. Minseok paused the movie.

“Min, what?”

Minseok pulled you over his lap, you were straddling him, with one leg on each side. This was a new position for you two. You felt yourself grow wet by the way he was looking at you, he was being serious. He was looking up at you, his eyes were dark. “Minseok,” you said softly.

Minseok started rubbing his hands down your hips, and then up to your waist, breasts, neck, all the way to your face. “Y/n.” His tone was confirmation that he wanted you just like you wanted him. “I will lose my god damn mind if you go on another date with a brainless guy who only wants you for sex.”

By this point, you were heavily turned on. Your thighs clenched around his legs. He cupped your face, pulling you down half way, he waited for you to make the move, you pulled yourself down more and felt his lips on yours. It was soft in the beginning, and then it became hard. He put his hands back on your waist, both of your tongues felt each other, reflecting the ways they had imagined feeling each other's bodies.

Minseok quickly pulled you up, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he walked you two to the bedroom.

He pulled off your shirt first, you lifted your arms to help him with the task. You never wore bras, too uncomfortable. He smiled at that, and started pulling your jeans off. All you wore now was your white panties. You pulled his shirt and pants off quickly, he pushed you back down on the bed and got on top of you.

Minseok smiled and you smiled back. He felt your hands run up and down his shirtless torso, feeling the goosebumps pop up while you did it.

Leaning down, he met your lips in a slow kiss. You lifted your hips and rubbed yourself on his clothes, hardening cock. “Minseok,” you pulled away from his lips, “I want you. Please.”

He said nothing, only kissing down your neck and down your chest until he got to your wet panties. Your head hit the pillow softly when he started pulling your panties down your legs. He kissed the inside on your thighs, gently sucking at some parts. He kissed your clit before licking a long stripe against you. You exhaled a quick breath, moaning when you felt him start to suck genty.

Your fingers were in his hair, gripping and pulling as he fucked you with his tongue. You shut your eyes tightly, throwing your head back when you felt your stomach tightening. “M-Fuck, Min. I'm gonna c-cum. Minseok, oh fuck.” His tongue went faster and you almost screamed.

Right before you felt yourself let go, he stopped.

You looked at him with a glare, “What the fuck?” He chucked and took his boxers off. “I’m sure your cum tastes amazing, but I want you to cum on my dick tonight.” He settled back on top of you before putting himself inside you. You whimpered while he groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

“Min, please fuck me.” You sighed desperately.

He held himself up in his arms and rocked into you. All you felt was pure bliss, and hearing Minseok moan was making you go crazy. He starting going faster, fucking into you the way you needed him to. You knew you were going to cum soon, he knew too from the way you were squeezing him. He reached down and rubbed your clit, making you toss your head back and let out a desperate whine.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” His thrusts were harsh. You felt yourself cum, hard. You screamed his name, while he kept thrusting to make himself finish. You calmed down, but started to feel the overstimulation. Minseok threw his head back as he came, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His movements got slower until they completely stopped. He pulled out and rolled over next to you, pulling you to him.

You both stayed quiet for a moment before you decided to speak up.

“Is this the part where you ask me on a date?” You smiled at him, he chuckled.

“We’ve already been on several dates, love. We’re practically already dating,” He sent you a sweet smile and kissed your lips, pulling away slowly. “But, for you, I’ll still ask. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Min.”

#exo #exo smut #minseok #minseok smut #xiumin #xiumin smut #kpop smut

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lovemxnot · 3 years

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Worth the burn | Hwang Hyunjin

Firebender! Hyunjin x Avatar! Reader

Letters burned the scroll in your hand, reassuring words etched on them, scorching their presences into it.

“The city is great, they greeted me with much fanfare, and I’ve been having fun with Hyunjin and the others, like old times.

I feel more like myself than ever. Don't worry about me, mom and dad, I'm fine. I feel like I'm truly, finally healing.”

A pang of guilt surged through you, but you shoved it away, ignoring its lingering presence. Sealing the envelope, you gave it to the man standing impatiently next to you.

“The fire nation, I’m assuming?” He sighed, Referring to all the past letters you have sent.

“Wouldn’t bet otherwise.”

You were healing, perhaps not the same way you had mentioned in all of your letters, filled with nothing but the pure lies, but you were searching for a way- a way to forget, forgive, and move past what was done to you.

Forgiveness never came easy to you. Everyone around you pestered you into accepting the situation that you may never be the same avatar you used to be. But they had no idea what you were going through; no one did- after all, you were the only avatar alive.

It was humiliating how every day, you got up to move only for your legs to fail you despite daily visits to the most skilled healers.

At one point, you had hope, you could feel your legs again, and day by day, you were getting better until eventually, you learned how to walk again, but it all crashed once you tried combating and could barely throw a punch without images flashing, looming shadows engulfing your vision, sending you straight back square one, flashbacks so strikingly vivid it made you quiver down in terror. You were so ashamed, felt so weak and... helpless. How the once-great avatar’s mind turned against her becoming her gravest nightmare.

But You’ve had enough of wallowing in self-pity. You left your parent’s home, leaving the fire nation to sail to republic city, the city where your nightmare was born, the city where your friends reside, in hopes of confronting your fears and healing. And that was truly your plan, but it went astray.

“The match starts in five minutes, move to the ring,” the announcer reminded you.

You pulled yourself out of your head, wrapping the bandages tighter on your hands. Getting ready for your next match. You can feel the ground shake. The roars of the people at the stands pump your blood.

Today’s opponent was a new one. Never heard of it before; fresh meat. New to the game, alas, putting you at a disadvantage as you knew nothing of them or their bending element. Hopefully, it's not another lava bender. Those injuries of that fight alone had another nightmare simmering in the process.

And although you've mastered all four elements, you choose to fight with the one you were naturally born with-fire.

You stood behind the metal door, secluding you from the ring, hands going up to position, feet grounded, breathing in, then out. It wasn’t your first match, but it always feels like it is, no matter how many times you tried to nerve up.

As soon as the bell sounded, the doors slid open you shot a belt of fire to where you knew your opponent stood. Hoping to catch them by surprise.

Your opponent, on the other hand, skillfully blocked your advances while remaining idle in his place, silky red hood up- the signature of the fire nation, hair covering his eyes, shadowes concealing most of his face.

“What's wrong pretty boy? Afraid to fight?” You baited. The crowd's yelling got louder. They loved it when opponents ridicule each other. You surged another blast of fire their way, but they, once again, blocked it as if they already knew your next move.

“Come on, you know you gotta use your hands to fight, right?”

Nothing.

“Here, let me help” you looped a hoop of fire around their hands - or at least tried to before they counterfeited the attack and sent you flying. Body slamming the jagged wall with a thack that pales compared to thunder. But you were used to it by now.

“Alright, now you want to play, pretty boy? "

Using the tiniest amount of airforce, you air bended your way to them faster than they could blink and attacked. But all you were met with was hands blocking your every move.

Their movements were so familiar to you, you obstructed all of their attacks just as well as they blocked yours. It was more of a dance than a fight at this point, every move mirroring the others.

There was only one person that knew you that well. and oh god, did you wish you were wrong about this.

The red streak you glimpsed on his cheek supported your thoughts even more. There was only one person you knew that had that scar. A harsh exhale - laced with a little bit of airbending- blew his hood off, revealing what you wished was not true.

The tiny breeze blew his dark locks out of his face. Giving you a glimpse of his face.

No.

No. No way.

You knew those dark locks. You've run your hands through them enough times to know how they feel even without touching them.

"Hello Y/N"

“Hyunjin...? what are u doing here?!” You knew someday you might run into one of the figures of your past. It was inevitable after all, but not this soon and definitely not him.

“Why, when I heard the avatars look-alike was fighting in underground battles of the lower rinks of basingse I just had to come and get a glimpse myself!” Mockery slid fluidly through his sly smile, “and would you look at that? You do look like her! If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought it was you.”

He was furious, you could tell, even though he masked it with amusement in his voice. To the average eyes, it looked like nothing other than two old friends reconciling. But to you, you knew his blood was boiling by the crinkles of his eyes, the air so thick between you that even airbending it wouldn't help,

Hyunjin was your childhood best friend, and your firebending mentor's son.... and boyfriend. Well, technically, your ex-boyfriend now, seeing as you disappeared on him after the incident, didn't write any letters back for the past year letting him knew you were still breathing.

“Get out of here, I'm not going to fight you” you let your arms rest, blood running cold, fire distinguishing from you. Back turned, you head back outside the arena. You can faintly hear the crowds gasp in shock over the thoughts running in your head. Speaking of your head, it almost got completely scorched with a blast of fire sent your way had you not sensed it early enough and twisted on your hands to get out of its reach.

“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to run away. Not again ” He was heaving. He hadn’t moved a step, but he was seething. Another burst after burst was shot at you. “I waited a year y/n! " Oh, how you longed to hear him call your name for so long, but not when he was saying it out of resentment "a whole year just to hear something- anything from you! “

“Hyunjin- stop. I'm not going to fight yo-“

“I. spent. Two. Months. Searching. For .you” fire punctuating every word.

“ Hyunjin i-"

“I thought you were dead !” He punctuated with a blast. This one was charged with so much grievance that the fire was a searing blue. You were not as lucky as before at dodging it, mind catching on to the malice dripping from his voice. Had you not been burned, you would have noticed the tears welling up his eyes.

“Ah,” you hissed in pain.

“You never wrote me back!! But you wrote to Felix?!”

Felix was a mutual friend of yours. A non-bender that you’ve always been very fond of. A younger brother you never had.

“I didn’t know what to say!” You fired back this time, making it his turn to dodge, body ablaze with so much heat you felt it coming out of every limb.

“A simple ‘ hey I'm still alive, by the way, I want to break up with you’ would’ve done!”

“That's the avatar?” “ no way” “ they have a bounty for her head” the mob outside the arena started to murmur, but none of it registered with you.

“ i - I couldn't.....” your resolve faltered, arms dropping. Forgetting completely about the stupid match and the bystanders.

“But you could ghost me for A YEAR and three months?” He scoffed, “ not that I was counting or anything.” He added sneeringly.

“Ever thought I didn’t want to be found?” You snapped back. You had no right to at all. But it just... everything made you snap after the incident. Blame it on insomnia or the delusion or whatever, be it. It drove you crazy. Everything irked you, the sounds of footsteps, the numb feeling you would get in your legs sometimes, the breathing of the person standing next to you- everything aggravated you, you felt your resolve holding on to a thin thread.

Hyunjin, filled with so much fury, lashed on you once again. This time you blocked it, but it drove you roughly back into the unpolished wall. A rock that was jutted out of the wall struck you exactly where you were terribly injured in the attack that incapacitated you. A jolt of electricity crept through your body.

Pictures, more vivid than ever played before your eyes, legs feeling numb, horror swimming in your blood next to the burn of lighting that struck you. Body lying limp, you felt soft hands reach for your face.

“Y/N!” It was the same.

All the same.

You pushed Hyunjin out of shot, and it struck you midair.

The same face that found you after being utterly destroyed, peering over you, with terror and tears etched so deeply in his scarred face.

“ I'm sorry. I’m sorry,” he kept repeating like a mantra, hugging your figure closer, face resting in your neck.

“Please,” he sobbed, “ come back to me.”

Everything was foggy. Was it your eyes or the arena? You had no clue over the video looping in your head.

Lighting, as beautiful as it was, struck you so hard, slipping so gracefully out of your opponent’s fingers, dancing in your nerves, jolting your heart to a stop.

" I'm here." A soft voice pierced through the fog, glints of black and red becoming clearer the more the voice spoke. "I'm always here."

Hyunjin’s pained scream filled your ear” No, No, Chan- please do something! Heal her !”

“I can't lose you again, Y/N.”

Deep brown eyes broke through the fog, followed slowly by the rest of his figure. Hyunjin. That was hyunjin talking to you. The boy you were madly in love with. The boy that never gave up on you. Your eyes welled up seeing him so close- feeling him up so close again.

Fingers softly held your cheeks, your own clenching onto his silky red robe. He didn’t have to speak; his eyes spoke a thousand words. You hid from them in his neck.

"I didn't want you to see me like this," you mumbled into him, tears spilling.

His arms wrapped tighter around you, afraid you’d slip right through if he loosened an inch.

“Let’s go home.”

He didn't need to take you anywhere because right now, you felt more at home than ever.

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frenchfries893 · 2 years

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Okay so i had to do something with Freddy Freeman cuz man I love him.

So this is just like if you were dating him.

Lets go.

You guys meet at school

He almost instantly likes you

It takes you a little longer to gain a crush on him

When you do you try to deny your feelings

Of course it doesn't work

So you tell him and he's so happy

You both love superheroes

You spend a lot of your time in comic stores with him

You get Freddy superhero stuff as gifts

He does the same thing

You play video games together a lot

You usually win but he doesn't mind

But he is amazing at board games

Like he's so good

you've never beat him once in Monopoly

He haves you over for dinner a lot

Or just over in general

His family adores you

Especially Darla

"Y/N will you play dolls with me?"

They tease Freddy all the time 'bout you

You find it cute because it makes Freddy blush like crazy

Mary gives you tons of fashion and sisterly advice

You stand up for Freddy when he's bullied

Which is still often

He's super insecure about his disability

He's worried you don't like him because of it

But of course you reassure him over and over that you do

You love it when he smiles

You comfort him if he's had a tough day or something

He does the same to you

You both love movies

Any type but of course superhero ones

You snuggle on the couch with him

You don't always have that much room because sometimes Freddy has to put his leg up

But you don't mind you just like to watch the movie with him

He hates it because he hates his disability and all the struggles it comes with

So again you have to tell him it doesn't matter

When he gets powers he tells you almost immediately

He's so happy about them and that's all he can ramble about

You find it so cute

When he kisses you for the first time you were at the park

It was dark

And he did it randomly then immediately appologized

But you shut him up by kissing him again

Guys I could go on for hours someone stop me

#freddy freeman #shazam #it's so cute #ugh i love this #shazamily #disability #cute

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simpfortheseven · 4 years

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Hey I hope you're doing well please take care of your health and also feel free to not do this request if it feels like too much but if you don't mind can you please do a hc for the om brothers when mc is sleep deprived and needs the bros to cuddle her to fall asleep? Thank you so much!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Obey Me: MC who is sleep deprived, so the bros cuddling them to get them to sleep/MC asks for a nap and cuddles

Yall know what time it is. Its time for me to finally answer at least one of my Asks that have been sitting here for a long long time. Im sorry for thw wait^^ I finally got into therapy, So im feeling a lot better💖 Im also sorry this took so long, my school recently went online due to ✨rona✨ so I forgot to answer this. Anyways! I wrote about a gender neutral MC for this and there are no triggers except lots of cuddling and soft touches.

Did this for the lovely @luminouslydark ^^

Lucifer

After getting done with his work at around 1am (early for him but ya know), He went by your room to make sure you didnt go to the attic check on you

He found you tossing and turning, which surprised him a little. Hadnt he sent you to bed a few hours ago?

You heard him open the door, and looked at him softly. "MC, youre supposed to be asleep."

"I cant sleep," You said softly. "I.. Can you hug me? Just until I can fall asleep?"

The dark haired demon was surprised. You were asking him for cuddles? He wasnt normally asked for that.

He didnt complain, however. He went over to you, wrapping his arms around you. His hands found their place around your waist, gently holding you against his chest. You could hear his heart beating, soft and rhythmic. His warm embrace and the soft beating of his heart eventually lulled you to sleep.

Mammon

This man, oh boy.

We all know he bursts into your room whenever he wants. Well one night, he decides its a great idea to run into your room at 1am to talk about how great it would be to make money off of 'those dumb videos humans are always watchin'!'

When he runs in, it scares the hell out of you (hA get it). You jump up, which makes Mammon jump to.

"Hey, Human! Youre supposta be asleep!"

"Thats hard to do when crazy people like you always run in!"

"Jeez, ok ok. im sorry,"

"It will take more than an apology to make it up to me." You open your arms, looking up at him tiredly.

Lets just say that he went r e d. This man, hes just a blushing awkward mess. "Uh- Well, I mean, of course you wanna cuddle with The Great Mammon!"

He sat next to you wrapping his arms around you all flustered. His heart was rapid, which made you smile. You let your eyes close. The avatar of greed however stayed awake, not caring how tired he was. He wanst going to miss a moment of holding you.

Levi

The purple haired Avatar of Envy tended to play video games late into the night. Of course, he found a new game on Shteam (i dont know what its called there), which means he had to download it on his phone and to run to your room to tell you about it (You got the yucky otaku to leave his room, Congrats!)

He burst in the door, "MC!! WAKE UP!!" You were already awake, so you sat up. Hw was a little surprised you were awake. "GUESS WHAT??"

"What is it, Levi?" You asked curiously.

"A NEW GAME CAME OUT, ITS GOT -bla bla game stuff-!!!"

"Oh that's awesome, Levi!" You smiled at him sleepily.

"Right!" He smiled happily. "I want to play it with you, can i?"

"Hm.. I'm really tired, Levi. But you can cuddle me and play at the same time if you want?" You knew you wouldn't be able to get him to cuddle if you said it was because you couldn't sleep.

He awkwardly sat on your bed, your head finding a place on his chest as he "played his game". In reality, he was just internally screaming.

Satan

Getting the avatar of wrath to cuddle you to sleep was easy enough. You knew he would most likely be up late reading, so as you carefully climbed over his mountains of books to reach his bed, you sat on his bed.

This shook the blonde demon enough to make him look up from his book.

"MC? What are you doing?"

"Satan, i'm super tired and can't sleep.. Could you cuddle me?" You asked quietly.

"Ah," He nodded, scooting over a little and patting the space next to him. "You need to sleep, MC. Its imporant to your health."

You laid with him, letting him wrap his arms around you. He kept reading ad you slept, his soft heartbeat helping you drift off to sleep.

Asmo

Spa day had alwags been a great way to relax for the two of you, spending time with you always helped Asmodeous relax. But maybe you started relaxing to hard.. You started to fall asleep while doing face masks.

"MC!" the strawberry blonde shook your shoulder. You bolted awake. "No wonder you looked so dreadful! You havent been sleeping, have you?"

"I havent been sleeping well, no," You said quietly.

"Then this calls for some beauty rest!" He scrubbed off the face masks before making you lay down in his huge bed. He of course laid down with you, cuddling you and playing soft binaural beats to help lull you into a deep rest.

Beel and Belphie

The oranged haired demon had (once again) snuck to the kitchen. You had wandered down there looking for him, part of your tasks with lucifer and you could always count on Beel to sneak you a piece of whatever you ate. Soon enough, you saw him eating out of the fridge.

"Beel?" You went over. He didnt turn, just handed you a slice of pizza. "Cmon, you know Lucifer will kill us both if you eat all of it."

"I know," He said, turning to face you. "Im just so hungry.."

Before you could speak, a voice chimed in from the doorframe. "You guys are to loud," Belphie was there, cow pillow in hand.

"Oh sorry," Beel said. "MC, lets go eat in my room." you nodded, Beel leading you towards his room. It was only after you were already laying down did you see Belphie had followed. You tilted your head, but Belphie just plopped down ontop of you. Beel put his arm around the two of you, eating his pizza quietly.

After you finished your slice, you could hear Belphie soft snoring.

"You should sleep. You look tired. And dont worry, I'll get Belphie up in the morning." Beel said, nodding at you. Being sandwiched between them, you didnt have much of a choice. You slowly drifted off, Belphies snoring lulling you to sleep.

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sorry this took so long and they kinda suck ;-;

#obey me #obey me brothers #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me twins

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ticklishfiend · 4 years

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Spoiled Afternoon

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K - Saiki, Kaidou, Kuboyasu

a/n: alrighty here’s my saiki k fic i promised LMAO it’s not great as i wrote it kinda quickly but maybe it’ll hold me off until i get bored and maybe make another hehe. anyways!! hope you enjoy! :)

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School days like today felt like absolute bliss to Saiki. It was possibly the most boring day imaginable when it comes to PK High, and he was on top of the world. At this point, the only thing that made him feel even more excited was the prospect of being able to go home alone and have an even more boring afternoon. It was a heavenly thought, really.

“Nendo, you’re not even gonna ask to go get ramen?” Kaidou asked the taller boy next to him as they all strolled home together. “I mean, you ask that like every day, is something wrong?”

“Did I not tell you two? I finally got another job!” Nendo exclaimed, smiling brightly at the boys, Kaidou being beside him and Saiki right behind. “I’m actually headed there right now, guess it just slipped my mind to let my best buds know hehe.”

Yeah, that’s not gonna last very long, Saiki thought. I won’t be surprised if he gets fired before he even arrives.

“That’s great man! Where are you working?” Kaidou asked, before Nendo stopped walking and pointed down a road they don’t usually walk.

“Just some rinky-dink stop-n-go shop down that way. I could show you guys the place if you want!” Nendo smiled widely, his hand gesturing towards a shop down the road that looked...less than friendly. Thugs were gathered outside the door, a fog gathering around the entrance that upon further inspection seems to actually be cigarette smoke.

Kaidou’s face turned sour, his brows furrowing awkwardly as his eyes never left the scary store’s front. “Uhm...I’d love to Nendo, really, but I...I have to study! Yeah, so much homework tonight it’s kinda overwhelming!” Kaidou laughed nervously, a hand scratching the back of his head.

Kaidou, we all have the same classes, surely you don’t think Nendo won’t realize-

“Oh, I understand buddy! Well, you’re free to stop by anytime! My hours are from 3 to 8!” Nendo waved as he started making his way down the road opposite to the other boys. “Bye buddies!”

Oh right. How could I forget Nendo’s raging idiocy?

“Jeez, that was a close one,” Kaidou spoke as the two boys began making their way as far from that road as possible. “I hope Nendo will be okay over there, it seems really rough.”

Nendo’s a pretty big guy, he can fight his own battles if he needs to. Honestly, his surprising athleticism might be the only thing that could help him keep that job, Saiki thought. Thanks to Nendo, I don’t even have to worry about getting food with these morons, I can just go straight home with no distractions or obstacles in my w-

“Oh hey, Kuboyasu!” Kaidou shouted happily, waving his hands toward the purple-haired teen in front of them. What a pain, just another thing to slow me down from my goal. “What are you doing in this alley, I thought your house was down the other way?”

“I was actually looking for you guys. Speaking of which, where’s Nendo?” Kuboyasu asked, looking around the other two boys as if Nendo’s huge frame could be hiding behind them somewhere.

“He got himself a job down that creepy road over there, some scary-looking shop surrounded by a bunch of thugs,” Kaidou shivered just thinking about it. Kuboyasu’s eyes widened like he knew the exact place he was talking about. Saiki read his thoughts only to find out he witnessed some crazy shit there once during his bad-boy phase. Yikes. “Anyways, why were you looking for us?”

Kuboyasu was suddenly transported out of his thoughts and back into the real world. “O-Oh, right!” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a game cartridge. “I bought this game a while back and I heard it’s much more fun if you play multiplayer. It only goes up to three people, but now that Nendo’s at work all three of us could totally play together!”

Great. Why today of all days did Nendo have to start a new job?

Kuboyasu handed the game over to Kaidou for him to look at, the blue-haired boy’s eyes going wide with excitement. “Wait, I’ve heard of this game! Oh my god, we have to play this, it was one of the top rated games last year!”

I’ve heard of this one too. It’s some fighting style game much akin to Mortal Kombat. Why would Kuboyasu even buy this kind of game if he didn’t have anyone to play with? Everyone knows fighting computers is never as fun. Still, I’m not going. I’d much rather sleep the afternoon away.

“My mom doesn’t really let me play many games so I didn’t get to buy it when it came out, so this would be the perfect opportunity for me to play!” Kaidou continued.

Oh, so now you’re gonna pull the mean-mom card to try and get me to play with you guys? Well it’s not gonna work, I’ve been looking forward to this afternoon all day and I’m not gonna let some-

“I’ve got snacks at my house too so you guys won’t go hungry while playing. Oh, Saiki, isn’t your favorite coffee jelly? I’ve got plenty of that in my fridge, you’re free to as much of it as you like!” Kuboyasu smiled in Saiki’s direction.

…

Wow, this coffee jelly is really amazing, who knew Kuboyasu’s mom knew how to make it homemade?!

Saiki smiled contently to himself as he happily ate his first coffee jelly of the day. He was sat on the floor in front of Kuboyasu’s bedroom TV, Kaidou on his right with Kuboyasu on Kaidou’s right.

“That’s such a bummer that your mom doesn’t let you play video games,” Kuboyasu remarked, his hands behind him on the floor to prop himself up.

“Well she does let me play some games, she just likes to make sure it won’t interfere with my grades. Basically I’m only allowed to play anything if my grades are good which...they’re rarely anything great,” Kaidou’s face blushed softly, an embarrassed hand coming up to scratch at his shoulder.

“She won’t get mad at you for being at my house, right?”

“Nah, doubt it, as long as I study when I get home I’ll be good,” Kaidou responded sheepishly.

Kuboyasu smiled, reaching his body forward and grabbing the game from off the ground in front of him. “In that case, you guys ready?”

Kaidou nodded excitedly. Jesus, Kaidou, you look like a little kid on Christmas, calm down.

Kuboyasu pushed his glasses upward before placing the game into the console, grabbing the three controllers on his TV stand and handing two of them to the other boys.

What a pain. I’m only here for the coffee jelly, do I really have to play this game with these two? Saiki thought while sitting down his empty bowl beside him on the floor, reaching out to grab the gaming controller offered to him. I guess I might as well. I don't want to be rude and ask for another bowl.

The game loaded up, each of the boys picking their characters (Kaidou picking his with extreme excitement and enthusiasm as if he’d never played a video game in his life).

Saiki decided to go easy on the boys, especially Kaidou. I could win this game with extreme ease if I wanted to, I basically know all the insides and outs of it at this point. But, Kaidou seems really excited about it. I should let him have this.

Saiki died within the first few minutes of the first match at the hands of Kaidou, Kuboyasu dying mere moments later, leaving Kaidou the winner of that round. The blue-haired teen’s hands shot straight in the air at this, an excited “HA!” leaving his lips. Maybe that stroked his ego a bit too much. Kaidou’s arms remained in the air with pride as the next round began to load up. Kuboyasu just rolled his eyes and jabbed two fingers into the boy’s ribs, making him jolt back in surprise with a yelp. Kuboyasu grinned.

Once their new round finally loaded up completely, one of Kuboyasu’s thoughts caught Saiki’s attention. “I know exactly how I’m gonna win this one. Sure, it’s a dirty way to play, but at least I’m not hurting him.”

Again, Saiki decided to die close to the beginning of the match (again at the hands of Kaidou), but this time with different intent. I’m honestly a little intrigued to see how this plays out, but I don’t want to be caught in the middle of it. As long as I die first, they can hash it out between the two of them, leaving me out of it.

Kaidou’s face was contorted in concentration, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him as determination to win took over. Saiki noticed Kuboyasu’s eyes slowly beginning to glance at Kuboyasu, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Finally, Kuboyasu shot out his left hand to Kaidou’s right side, squeezing with intent as his right hand continued to use the controller, now beating Kaidou. Kaidou nearly jumped out of his skin before letting out a loud laugh.

“Wahahait! Stohohop! That’s not fahahair! This is cheheheating!” Kaidou cackled, his right arm shooting down to protect his side while he continued trying to play the game. It was really no use, though, as his eyes were squeezed shut so he couldn’t even see the screen.

“You got a little too cocky last match, it was annoying. Plus, I’ve played this game dozens of times, so this is wayyy more fun for me,” Kuboyasu grinned, his character on screen finally beating Kaidou’s. He didn’t let up, though, now sitting down his controller to tickle both of Kaidou’s sides.

“Nohoho mohohore! I gihihive! I’m sohohorry!” Kaidou howled, flopping his body completely down on the floor and rolling over on his side. Kuboyasu began moving one hand upwards towards Kaidou’s armpit, and the laughing boy underneath him began kicking his legs out. “Nohoho! Not thehere! Plehehease!”

Can it really be this bad? I mean, I know I’ve never been tickled before but Jesus, Kaidou sounds like he’s being murdered, Saiki thought to himself, his eyes not being able to leave the heaping pile of giggles on the floor before him. It’s true, Saiki had never been tickled before. Sure, his parents definitely tried to when he was little, but he would always just teleport away before they got the chance. Plus, he had never really had friends growing up to tickle him, so he was just completely in confusion at how it could really be that bad that it had his classmate on the floor begging for it to stop like that.

Finally, Kuboyasu let up, backing away from the giggling boy to give him some air. The purple-haired teen had a smirk on his face that wouldn’t disappear, a look of almost endearment plastered on.

“That was so unfair, you totally could’ve killed me!” Kaidou whined, finally sitting up but not moving his arms from his abdomen like he was scared it would all happen again if he moved them.

“Relax, I just tickled you, you big baby,” Kuboyasu rolled his eyes with a grin. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish.”

Kaidou was blushing furiously, his arms crossed and face contorted in a childlike pout. Suddenly, Kuboyasu looked up at Saiki curiously, his head cocked to the side.

“Yknow, Saiki, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh before,” he said with a smirk, his gaze wandering down to meet with Kaidou’s.

Saiki’s eyes went wide, a feeling of dread he’d never felt before pooling in his stomach.

No. No no no, no way this is happening. I have to get out of here. I have to do SOMETHING-

Before Saiki had time to come up with an escape plan, Kaidou pounced on top of him, knocking him down to the floor on his back. Kuboyasu scrambled over to where Saiki’s head was lying, looking in his eyes upside-down.

“Kaidou, don’t,” Saiki telepathically warned the grinning boy propped up on his waist. Kaidou’s fingers were already scribbling in the air above Saiki’s torso, and for once the psychic really didn’t know what to do. Kuboyasu very suddenly grabbed onto Saiki’s wrists, pulling them above his head. I don’t want to use my super strength against them, there’s no way this is the way they find out about my abilities. I’ll just let them have their fun. Who knows? Maybe I’m not even ticklish-

Without warning, ten fingers uickly came down onto Saiki’s sides, pinching up and down the torso like it was nothing. Saiki could felt in instantly, and it was one of the most confusing sensations he had ever felt.

His body started to squirm without him even realizing, twisting from side to side like he was trying to get away. He clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to let real laughs out.

“Cmon, Saiki, you know you wanna laugh~” Kaidou teased, his right hand continuing to pinch his side while his left began lightly scritching at his lower stomach through his unfortunately thin school uniform in the most unbearable way.

Giggles were bouncing around in Saiki’s ribcage, but he still tried so hard not laugh. But, once he felt two new hands begin scratching at his underarms, it was all over. Apparently, while Saiki was too focused on Kaidou, Kuboyasu had pinned Saiki’s hands under his knees, now having full access to Saiki’s recently discovered ticklish body.

“NAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!” Saiki pleaded, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, an unfamiliar large smile contorting his face. His head swung from side to side as his legs kicked out from underneath Kaidou, the blue-haired teen absolutely relishing in his friend’s torment.

“Who knew all this time all we had to do to get you to smile was tickle you?” Kuboyasu teased, his fingers trailing down to Saiki’s ribs. Saiki thrashed at the new spot, his pleas getting more desperate.

“Right? I didn’t expect him to be this ticklish either, it’s honestly a real shock,” Kaidou smiled, pinching Saiki’s hips and making the psychic buck underneath him.

After another moment, the two boys relented, climbing off of Saiki’s heaving body and allowing him a breather.

That was insane. I feel bad for judging Kaidou earlier, that was seriously intense. How is that not used as common torture?!

“You good, Saiki? We didn’t go to far, right?” Kuboyasu asked, looking at Saiki who was now sat slightly up, his head down between his knees so his classmates wouldn’t see his unfortunate blush.

Saiki just gave a thumbs up, making the other two boys chuckle.

“Just so you know, I’m totally gonna use this against you when you’re being grumpy,” Kaidou smiled, his hands coming up to form wiggly claws as a threat. Then the boy let out a sudden yelp, twisting away from Kuboyasu who was sat right behind him. “Hey! You already got to tickle me, no more!”

“What?! Kaidou, I didn’t tickle you,” Kuboyasu said seriously.

“Dude, I literally felt it! You can’t say I didn’t feel something I felt!” Kaidou yelled, yet again pouting like a child.

That’s what you get, Kaidou Saiki thought to himself. Tickle me again and it’ll be much worse.

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a/n: ahh! ok that was definitely not my best but i hope you enjoyed anyways! pls like/rb if you enjoyed it lmao, i know im not gonna get many notes from this cause this isn’t a fandom in demand but any feedback would be lovely :))

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tobesensation-9 · 4 years

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Heyyy, could I please request a badboy! Hwiyoung smut and the plot of basically whatever you want it to be?? Sorry that I don't exactly have a plot in mind but I've been craving bad boy Hwi for a while now ☺️

I feel like he tries sooooo hard to radiate this energy! He does when he’s in music videos and photoshoots, but we all know he’s a softy lol.

“I’m Not a Dick, Just Confident” (Hwiyoung x Reader)

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Bad boy Hwiyoung is a acquaintance of yours in college. He’s a jerk and he knows it but doesn't give a shit. Because even though you call him that, he knows you want him. But unlike you, he’s not afraid to show that he wants you too.

Warnings: Partying with underage drinking and drug usage. Usual college stuff lol (but I don’t condone for those who are under age and/or not responsible ☝🏽.) And and oral sex, female receiving.

Amongst your friends you were the daredevil at parties. You weren’t afraid to do dares that were wild and crazy when playing truth or dare. You also were the first if not the only one drinking amongst your friends. They knew if you were going out and there was gonna be alcohol, that you were gonna have your fun and not hold back. But after one night when you got a little too emotional after drinking your fifth cup of jungle juice, you pledged to take it easy on your drinking.

“We’re gonna hold you accountable on your pledge y/n.” Says your friend Lindsey as the four of you approach the booming house with college students walking in, out, and loitering around with cups in hand.

“Yeah I can't keep giving you piggyback rides whenever you get drunk. I'm gonna have a bad back like an old man soon,” says Chanhee as he puts his hand on his back acting as if he's currently in pain.

“We haven't been to a party all semester. So you can stop acting like your back still hurts.”

“I’m surprised your back was the only thing that hurt drunk y/n to 10 times as blunt. She’s damaged my pride already when sober. You’re even more brutal then,” Taeyang shudders at the thought of you telling him things that you don't even remember.

“I would apologise but you know....I was drunk.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Are you guys ready?” Lindsey looks back at the three of you before opening the door.

“Yes! Let’s go slow-poke,” you push passed her and open the door yourself.

As you’d hoped, it was the fun chaos you loved. There was dancing, making out, and little circles of people playing stupid little games. You needed a break from all the stresses of college work. This was what you yearned for.

“Hey guys!”

You turn to your right and see your upper classman Seokwoo approaching you. In your first semester you had the biggest crush on him and would ask him for help all the time in a Sociology class you had together. You’d been friends with I'm since, your crush eventually dying down as time when by.

“Hey! Where should we go? What area is the most fun?”

“Oh just follow me to one of the circles and you'll see for yourself.”

The four of you follow your upper classman to a circle and your heart immediately picks up its pace. Youngkyun and his best friends Sanghyuk and Youngbin sit with him amongst the circle with other people you've recognised from being around campus.

“Youngkyun hasn't taken a shot yet and we’ve been playing for a while now, having done every dare.” Your upper class was really smart but he did like to enjoy stuff like this, not participate just watch.

Seeing him you didn't know what to do. You didn't like him, yet the way his white t-shirt looked so tight on him as you caught yourself starting, made you want to claw his clothes off.

You’ve only had a few exchanges with him and they weren't good. It consisted of him being a jerk and not being considerate of you either walking and not holding the door or bumping into and you not saying the nicest things to him. But he never said anything to you, he just laughed and called you cute and feisty and that he liked feisty, whatever that meant.

“Oh feisty’s here?”

Looking away from his defined you look up to see Youngkyun noticing you and your cute outfit. You came to the party looking hot knowing you’d catch a few peoples eyes, but you didn't think his would be one of them.

“It’s not feisty, its y/n.”

“Oh?” He raises his hands up in surrender. “That’s cute, just like you. But I like feisty better thanks.”

You roll your eyes and say something else before Chanhee moves up and speaks, “Let us join you guys if you don’t mind.”

“If feisty is your friend, then sure,” Youngkyun smirks at you and sits back down on the couch he had been sitting on.

“You guys wanna play spin the bottle now? Since we have more people,” Sanghyuk grabs an empty vodka bottle and places it on the ground.

“We play it like truth or dare too. Just who ever spins it has to ask the person it lands on, and oh, no truths, unless its a juicy question,” Youngbin looks at you guys to see if you have any questions. His red hair is similar to the burning feeling his look gives.

“Yeah, we get it” Chanhee turns to the rest of us to make sure we’re on board. Lindsay and Taeyang nod in agreement and now all of them are looking at you. “Y/n, are you okay with this? I’m surprised you didn't already say yes,” Taeyang looks at you in concern.

Your friends were always down to have some stupid fun, but they always made sure that everyone was comfortable doing so. You glance over at Youngkyun who already had his eyes on you his smirk fading as he sees you making up your mind, before looking back to your friends. “Okay cool. But if that guy does or says any shit out of line, I’m fighting.”

Lindsay scoffs, “Y/n stop acting like you have the hots for him, you wanna fuck him all three of us know it. And he’s not hiding the fact that he wants you too. Maybe you could some if you play?” “Lindsay shut up, and no I-I don’t.” You move to sit down closer to them, with the three of them moving closer to you, Lindsay whispers in your ear as Youngkyun perks up at you guys finally ready to play. “You wanna fuck him, it’s okay we already know. You dont have to deny it.”

You start the game off safe with Chanhee doing most of the work, asking people juicy truths that make them flustered. Chanhee knows a lot about the talk of the school, so it was only natural. You aren't involved in the game at all until Chanhee spins the bottle again and it lands on Youngkyun. He looks up from looking at the bottle and smirks at Chanhee. “What juicy question do have for me? Don’t go easy on me. I can take it.” Chanhee tries to suffice a smile and looks at you, then to Lindsay and Taeyang. “Sorry I have to know y/n. I’m curious.”

“What are you-” “Out of all people here, who would be the one sleep with more than once? We all know you've slept with everyone here, so who’d you screw twice?” He smiles then gradually starts to laugh out loud. “Oh, I see why people like you. Chanhee isn't it?” “Yeah. Now who would it be?” He looks down at his shoes then back up at Chanhee. “I actually haven't slept with everyone here. But there is someone I wouldn't mind constantly sleeping with..” he trails off and he turns to you. Your friends turn to each other bursting into laughter.

Some other girls playing along look at you and disgust. Some of his fangirls you assumed. The games then continues, you feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. The bottle never landed on you, nor did anyone choose you for a dare. Which was odd because people always did. You thought the other people stirred clear because of Youngkyun’s response to Chanhee. Youngkyun spins the bottle super fast, having everyone looking and waiting in anticipation. The bottle then stops in-between you and Lindsay. Right when it stops Lindsay pulls you closer to her so that bottle is pointed directly at you.

“Let me go!” “You’ll thank me later,” she whispers before letting you go. “Now everyone would've gone now” Sanghyuk looks down at the bottle then at you and smirks. The way Youngkyun is looking at you, you can tell he wants to eat you alive, and does nothing else but turn you on. “15 minutes in heaven ‘Feisty’?” Before you could answer he gets and grabs your hand and takes you up to a bedroom.

All of your friends “Oooooo” as you walk away. Lindsay mimics a phone with her hands, signaling you to call her when you’re done. In an empty bedroom you assume is his you pulls you in. You hadn't noticed but Rowoon had followed you two, you assumed to close the door. Before he does he winks at you, “Let me know when your done, you still have my number. Have fun.” He then closes and locks the door.

“Timer is set!” you hear him yell and hear his voice fade away. “You look scared “Feisty’” you turn to the hot guy behind you sitting on the bed. “I’m not, just surprised.” “You know I've been praying the bottle landed on you all night?” “Ah..really?” You continue to stand near the door, fidgeting your hands. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” he says as he looks at your hands.

“I-I’m not.” You pul your hands behind your back. He gets off the bed and slowly walks toward you. “I noticed the way you looked at me when you first arrived. You want me and I want you too, but I won't do anything unless you say so ‘Feisty’”. He's standing a foot away from you now, you didn’t realise it but you were up against the door now. You’ve fantasised doing any and everything with him, but now that he was yours to have, you were too nervous to even saying anything.“You want me right y/n?” Hearing the sound of your name coming from him made you weak.

Before you even noticed you were nodding and were wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. Caught off guard himself he looks down at you, eyes wide before coming back to reality and putting his hands on your waist. The more the two of you kiss, the more caressing and moans are made.

At one point he reaches his to squeeze your ass. The mewls a moan out of you and he moans back in return. You didn't know but just like you, he’s been thinking of doing anything and everything to you too.

Soon he walks the two of you back to the bed. Once your on the bed you start to practically claw off his leather jacket. “Your so eager baby.” “I thought I was ‘Feisty?’” Help me take this shit off.”

He doesn't say anything else and does what you say, the two of you stripping each other in a heated rush. Once the two of you are naked he lays you back and delves into you heat. The flicking of his tongue and the gentle sucking of his lips on your clit were making you moan him a melody.

“That feel good?”

“Ahh yeah. Just like that.”

He keeps up the same steady rhythm and you come close to cumming. “Youngkyun, wait, I don’t wanna cum yet.”

He stills and lifts his head. “We don't you cumming just yet. I wanna feel you around me first.”

He moves to the bedside table and opens the one draw it has to pull out a condom. He stops and hesitates when he moves back on the bed. “You me to fuck you right?”

You look up a him in confusion. “I wouldn't have charged at you like that if I didn't want you fuck me.”

He looks up and smirks, but something about him wasn't right.

“I bet you don’t do this to other girls, asking them multiple times if they’re sure about this.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

“Then what's the problem?”

He looks up at you and looks like he’s about to say something else when the two of you hear a knock on the door.

“Shit. I forgot we were playing 15 minutes in heaven,” he says as he hands you your clothes to hurry and dress yourself. He throws back on his white t-shirt and blue jeans before opening the door a bit to not show you getting dressed.

“You guys okay in there?”

You hear Chanhee peeping in. “Yeah I know everyone forgot about you guys. They seemed have gotten bored once you left,” You hear Taeyang ask.

“No we’re good. Perfect.”

“Why aren't you opening the door?” You hear Lindsay question as she pushes passed Youngkyun and sees you just finishing up straightening your clothes.

“We’re fine guys. Youngkyun told you the truth.”

“Did we interrupt something?” Chanhee looks at you smirking.

“What do you think. You guys knew the two of us screw around already why are you asking that?”

You’ve gotten a little annoyed at your friends tonight, but Chanhee was the reason you ended up getting the best of your life.

“I think we should enjoy the rest of the party. We’ll join you guys in a sec,” Youngkyun says to your friends a looks back at you. Your three friends give you a thumbs up before leaving the room.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I think for the first time ever, I’m hesitant in fucking someone.”

“Whoo hoo that's great. You want like a cookie or something?”

He snickers at your sarcastic remark. “I’m saying that I dont want to. Because trust me,” he motions to his boner prominent through his jeans, “I do. I just want to enjoy the party with you more.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you and you smile back. “I will admit, I always thought you were kinda of a dick.”

“I’m not a dick ‘Feisty’, just confident. There’s a difference.”

#sf9 #sf9 smut #Youngbin #Inseong #Jaeyoon #Dawon #Zuho #Rowoon #Taeyang #Hwiyoung #Chani #hwiyoung x reader #Hwiyoung smut #bad boy hwiyoung

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that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick · 3 years

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Me, at 6am, having stayed up all night writing 5k words: I never want to write again. Or at least not for a couple weeks.

Also me: OMGOSH THIS SONG WOULD BE SO GREAT FOR A PREQUEL FIC

Still me: ಠ∀ಠ

So yeah, I've been simmering this idea for a month or two now. It can be read as a standalone, but is meant as a prequel to my other fic, Blind Trust. The song is Waste It on Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS and you should totally give it a listen!

Hurt/comfort, 1.1k words

Moving Saeran into the bunker was a deceptively difficult task. Mostly because he had limited possessions, clothes that wouldn't even fill a backpack, and, to top it all off, no bed to sleep in. So, the twins left to go shopping for necessities, leaving Vanderwood and MC to deal with the chaos of the bunker. They tackled various tasks to attempt to clean up the place as best they could, but eventually, there was only so much more that could be done without the items from the shopping trip. Naturally, then, the only thing to do was steal Saeyoung's snacks and collapse on his couch. After munching for a few minutes, Vanderwood broke the silence.

"I've got to ask. How on earth did you deal with all of the insanity—Saeran, the crazy woman, that blue-haired man, even Sev-Saeyoung—without losing your mind entirely?"

MC's face forced itself into a small smile. "Let's just say I have experience dealing with dysfunctional people."

Vanderwood hummed. "I won't ask unless you want to tell me."

She sighed. "It's not like it's not all in the past now. It's just not fun to talk about too much. Long story short, I've had one too many bad exes. One was a liar and a cheater. Another seemed nice until you realized he was a manipulative little snake—actually, that's an insult to snakes. Another expected me to just give up all my career plans to be his good little housewife. You get the idea. So yeah, I figure dealing with the dysfunctional is just a part of my life now, and I haven't dated for a while for good reason. At this point, trying to find 'love', whatever that means, is just a waste of my time."

"Well, first of all, I don't know how no decent men have seen your strength of character or your kindness despite the absolute trainwreck your circumstances seem to keep being."

MC snorted, but Vanderwood held up a finger before she could open her mouth. "Second of all, I know I'm the last person you should ask about love, but I do know this. Real love isn't like that. I hate to use Saeyoung as any sort of example, but I'm going to anyway. He may not have gotten much right, but joining the agency to keep Saeran safe was the real stuff, even if it didn't go as planned. Sacrifice just so that the other could live a better life, finding each other again under absurd circumstances, learning enough about each other to be able to come to a truce, finding ways to compromise. It may not be the same kind of love, but that's what love is, MC. Each giving all for the good of the other."

"Wow," MC finally managed to get out. "I guess it's been a while since that sort of thing even occurred to me. But it's not like it matters anyway, since I'm not likely to find anyone who's even decent to me, much less has that kind of mindset. So like I said, it's just a waste of time."

Vanderwood growled in frustration. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that you deserve good things and that those things aren't unrealistic?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Why do you think it's such a waste of your time if you know what you want and what you don't want and if it could make you happy?"

"Because I've lived over a quarter of a century and not seen it once, Vanderwood!" Her voice broke. "Not once."

He gritted his teeth. "Fine then, MC. Fine. If love is nothing more than just a waste of your time, why not waste it on me?"

His jaw dropped at the realization of the words that had just fallen from his lips. MC's eyes widened.

"Uh—I mean—"

"I don't know what to say. I've just...been single for so long that I don't even know what it feels like to have feelings for someone anymore. But I mean, you're attractive and all that. And quite honestly, you reminded me today of what love even looks like. So I think that's a good place to start."

"I...don't even know how to respond to that. I didn't even plan to ask you out today, much less expect that I'd get a positive response. I have to warn you, though, we won't be on even ground." MC groaned, but Vanderwood continued, "We won't be on even ground because you hadn't even considered dating me until today, whilst I couldn't shake my admiration for you since the moment you first opened your mouth. Believe me, I wanted to. But I couldn't ignore the grace and strength with which you handled the insanity involved in dismantling Mint Eye and the agency, one right after the other. It also didn't help that you were absolutely beautiful, either."

"Vanderwood, you know I can't promise anything serious. I'm willing to try, but you know my history. I have too many trust issues to be able to commit to anyone anytime soon."

"Well, I think that's something that I can match you pretty evenly in. I've been taught never to trust anybody. If I did, I could be a major liability to a mission. Because of this, if you'll excuse the invasion of privacy, I had Saeyoung scour your background in every way I could think of, because there was no way you were as good as you seemed. Yet, you came back clean. Absolutely normal. So while I know it's something I'm going to have to consciously work on, I'm willing to trust you as a person and trust your judgement. You can take whatever time you need, and I will put no pressure on you to commit to anything. But," he looked her in the eye, "don't think for a second that I'll treat you with any less respect and care than you deserve just because you can't promise commitment yet. Do you understand?"

MC's eyes welled up in spite of herself. "Yeah," she sniffed. "I'm. I'm just not used to this, you know? But I won't try to be flaky with you just because we're starting out with a casual relationship, either. I hope you understand where I'm coming from."

He pursed his lips. "I may not understand firsthand what you've gone through, but I've dealt with a lot of seedy men over my career, and I know what they're like. I also know that simply saying I won't be like them won't convince you, but I will do my utmost to prove it to you through my actions."

"Okay."

"Waste it on me?"

She smiled. "Yeah."

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Cost of Kindness

Chapter II: Fear me not

By: sophi-s

Fandom: Darksiders video games

Words: 6373

Characters: Raphael, Original Character (OC)

Warnings: Blood and injury, suffocating, violence, Raphael is sad :(

Summary:

Nicola is quick to find trust in herself and quick to lose it. She doesn't realise however, that the man she fears sees something in her others cannot. And this something is what made him save her life again.

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Through the few short weeks, the apocalypse has taught the dying Humanity many different things. Resourcefulness, cunning, true strength of unity… and among other things, the cruel life had taught them, was bravery in its purest form. Bravery that isn't simply an absence of fear but the power to overcome it. Stay cool-headed even in the most extreme scenarios, allowing them to face down even the most horrifying demons and either get away mostly unscathed or sometimes even beat them if they were lucky. Without those traits, survival was nigh impossible these days.

This last very important lesson however, Nicola seemed to have quite spectacularly failed to learn. Even as lucky as she was - considering that she lived thus far - she never was the bravest creature in this God-forsaken world. Smart? Sometimes. Ingenious? Sure. But brave? Not really, no. Especially now, as she was staring up at the angel who she decided to trust not even a minute before and who has just ruthlessly murdered a demon with little to no remorse in a very, very sickening way. Her muscles refused to move as though Raphael had already used the spell of paralysis against her as she watched the corners of his mouth, previously quirked upwards in a small smile, slowly descend. His expression in the matter of seconds morphed into confusion when a quiet sob escaped her. This horrifying, agonized screeching was still ringing in Nicola's ears, the demon kept writhing before her eyes and she couldn't help but wonder.. what did it feel like? To have one's life drained like that. Because judging by the sounds the Goreclaw produced, it must've been truly torturous.

"Human…?"

The soft voice of Raphael snapped her out of this strange haze and the sight of his hand extended towards her once again made her heart jump and begin to race. Her mind was telling her that if Raphael wanted to harm her, he would've done it already. Besides, moments before the demon came, he healed the cut on her forehead demanding nothing in return. Only because he could and - for some reason - wanted. But the chilling claws of panic gripping her throat and the fight-or-flight instincts kicking in, screaming inside her head made the voice of reason merely an inaudible whisper drowning in the sea of primal fear of the possible approaching danger. And right now, her body definitely settled on "flight".

"No! "

She yelped and tried to get away but her heels met the corpse behind her and it caused her to trip over the husk of the once frightening demon. With an expression of shock, Raphael retracted his hand as her rear painfully met the tough and damp floor. There was utter horror gleaming in her emerald green eyes, matched by lack of comprehension in his.

"Why are you frightened?"

And he has the audacity to ask why. Nicola thought bitterly as she started to scramble away. At the first glance, Raphael seemed so kind, he was such a gentle soul. Even his face, despite the collapsed cheeks, has the most trustworthy look to it Nicola had ever seen. This kind is the worst. Makes you trust them, lower your guard.. It seems she'd conveniently forgotten about one fact she noticed moments after she found Raphael. He's completely, absolutely and utterly insane. Unpredictable. At first he couldn't even remember his own name or how he got here. Who can guarantee her that he won't have an abrupt change of heart and lash out at her? She wasn't going to take chances. Leaping up to her feet, Nicola blindly runs off into the dark pathway she initially emerged from, her shotgun left forgotten on the floor just as she heard an almost frantic-sounding call echoing from the haphazard hide-out alongside the sound of rustling feathers and cloth.

" NICOLAAA! "

To her, this shout may have as well been a roar of a Fallen that not so long ago nearly succeeded in ending her life. A golden hue on the walls glistening with wetness trembled and started to move. No one had to say that out loud for her to realise that the angel was actually chasing after her. And to think that merely seconds ago Raphael was struggling with standing up properly… The pain of her overworked legs was gone, forgotten. They carried Nicola like a completely different entity, moving on their own, tireless and strong with only one purpose. Get away. Survive. Escape.

How Nicola managed to get to the point where she started her sightseeing tour of the sewers without any source of light and without tripping over all those bodies she found before was a mystery even to her. Even the slickness of the ladder didn't phase her as she pushed the lid off and quite literally pounced out of the hole in the sidewalk like a puma. She only hoped she'd managed to lose her pursuit in the winding corridors. Placing the lid back where it belonged, Nicola immediately booked it for the nearest alley just to be sure.

Once she was more or less hidden, she leaned against a crumbling wall, breathed out silently and covered her mouth to muffle the uncontrollable sobs. She thought that for once she found something that wasn't about to end her where she stood but it seems that the Universe has taken it as a matter of some twisted honor to slaughter every single member of the human race. This is just unfair. Sure, there was a lot of people who deserved to be smited into oblivion by the God himself for what they'd done but if the apocalypse was supposed to be some kind of punishment, then for fuck's sake why does the entire race has to suffer for it?! How is this even fair ?!

It's not. That's how.

Nicola looked up at the night sky glittering with numerous stars, winking at her like thousands of watching eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks, leaving clean trails in the dust and grime. Eventually, her heartbeat started slowing down, her breath evening out and the adrenaline gradually receding from her system. Now she had a moment to clear her head and think. She had no doubts she can be forgiven for running away. Every person in their right mind would do the same in her situation. Nicola refused to die like this.. But on the other hand… This panic in Raphael's voice, the almost childishly innocent smile as he closed the cut on her skin and the gentleness to his every move as he tried to heal a defenseless kitten… God, this is so… so… Nicola couldn't even find the right word. Despite what the angel did to that Goreclaw, no one said he meant to hurt her too. He may be crazy but that doesn't mean he's a psychotic murderer. This was a demon and angels rightfully hate demons! In his mind there was most likely nothing wrong with that. Besides, she gave Raphael no reason to think of her as a target. All of the sudden, Nicola felt unbelievably foolish for running off like that. Raphael saved her life after all. And she acted nothing if not horribly ungrateful. Should I go back? She'll have to anyway. In a hurry, she left her weapon back down there and Haven was short on those… Dang it…

She sighed. It honestly made her feel like a moron. Damned survival instincts… Sure, they were keeping her alive all the time but sometimes they were just so incredibly annoying. Why would they make her run away from someone who protected her even though he had no reason to do so and nothing to gain from it? From the first angel who seemed to care what fate befalls her? Goodness me, this is so stupid… Nicola shook her head and was about to walk back to the entrance to the sewer when she noticed something in an adjacent alley. Seeing a pair of hungry yellow lights slowly moving closer to her, just above the ground made her heart drop. Her sight has long got used to darkness and so it took her only a fraction of a second to notice curved, black horns above them, long and spindly arms on either side of a slender body ending in a long, scaly lube. A snake-like tail…

With a pounding heart, Raphael quickly moved through the sewer that has long ago turned into his hide-out. Tracking down the strange little human who unexpectedly visited him in his "lair" was harder than it seemed. She was way faster than he would have given her credit for. By all means, in her short legs she shouldn't be that quick. Fear does strange things to people.. But why was she afraid? This short meeting was inarguably the most wonderful thing that happened to him ever since he left the White City. He couldn't quite remember how long ago it was but definitely too long for his taste. All he recalled was the horrible, sharp bite every time he repeated the ritual to finish his greatest creation, followed by a short-lived feeling of elation soon to be replaced by deathly cold within the centre of his being. Each time getting worse and worse until he couldn't stand it anymore. Quickly descending into madness caused by never-ending pain and the chill of his damaged soul, the invisible wound in his chest as cold as a forgotten grave, he knew he can't keep doing this. And so, after having lost his purpose, there was no reason for him to stay anymore. He refused to disappoint his brethren.

You've fulfilled your task. They don't need you anymore.

Raphael halted for a moment, blinking to try and chase away the taunting whisper in the back of his head. It is not true.

"You're wrong. They do. More than ever…"

In the premature Endwar, Heaven's Legions probably wished he was with them. But that doesn't change a thing. He's not going back. Not after he failed to save Ithuriel as an unexplainable surge of panic paralyzed both his hands and his magic. It still sometimes haunts his damaged memories… The young warrior slowly languished from a poisoned wound, grew weaker and weaker with every moment and the archangel couldn't move, couldn't even speak to call for help. Just.. stood there and watched unable to act. Until… A painful twinge through his chest made him wince. No. He can never allow something like this to happen again. He cannot fail them.. He refused to let anyone down like that. Ever.

Frankly speaking, Raphael started to wonder when he'd taken to talking to himself. Solitude clearly wasn't serving him… It's been so long since he had anyone to speak to and even longer since his mind felt this clear. This woman, Nicola, told him she is a human. Considering what has happened to the Third Kingdom, Raphael found it hard to believe. But the spark of life in her soul… it really did feel human. She wasn't a fiend from the Black Depths, nor was she of his own kin. Earth was where she belonged. But there was something in her… something so oddly familiar.. soothing. A flame like those burning in hearts of Heaven's people, just somehow fainter. Only a small fraction of it. Maybe her soul belonged to an angel before it was purged by the Well? Who knows?

But that aside, she was still human. And so, it might as well make her the last survivor of her race and the first creature to show him a lick of sympathy ever since he chose the path of a hermit. The Balance was in danger and this human was imperative for its preservation. For the first time in decades, Raphael felt needed. He had a purpose again. No one was forcing him to do this but the words in a caring tone leaving Nicola's mouth and clear concern for his well being even though she barely knew him for a couple of minutes were something he has been so… so dreadfully missing. As confused as he was by her attitude, he couldn't deny that it was… nice. How long has it been since someone expressed clear worry for him? Too long… The archangel wished this odd mortal near even if for just a short moment because strangely enough, her kindness directed specifically to him somehow eased the never-ending suffering and helped him focus his thoughts that kept running rampant without control whenever he couldn't busy himself with something other than the hole in his chest. And now they were focused on one goal. Find the human.

Raphael waved his bandaged hand through the air before him to invoke a spell and frowned when he detected the familiar presence he was searching for somewhere over his head. She must've left for the city above him. Right where she's out in the open for demons to pick out. Why did she run?

She knows what you are. And she is just a human. Of course she would run like a coward.

No. Raphael brushed this poisonous voice off. Believing in a single word it says will mean his failure. If he does, he will be doomed. Forever lost in the depths of insanity. No matter.. Channeling his magic, Raphael warped and reappeared amidst the sorrowful ruins of the city once inhabited by hundreds of humans. A wave of fresh air hit him in the face and for a moment made his head feel like it was spinning. His eyes opened wide when he took a huge gulp of oxygen. He never realised how sweet it can taste. After such a long time in the damp darkness… The stars peered down at him from the moonless sky, shining like shattered diamonds woven into black velvet. Enchanting and stunningly beautiful. If it wasn't so dangerous out here, Raphael would've surely been more eager to leave the dark pit he was stuck in to marvel at the Earth's still present beauty but such as it was… The moment he let his eyes wander across the vast expanse of the Earthen sky, his feathers bristled at the sound of a shrill cry of fear that tore the silence asunder. A cry of a female voice. Familiar voice. It could only mean one thing. His heart skipped.

Rushing towards the source of the scream, Raphael soon discovered the reason right behind a corner. The same human that indulged him in a much needed interaction, that calmed his restless spirit, was now struggling against the tightening coils of a serpentine body of a demon sorcerer which apparently has picked her as its midnight snack. Already feeling a mist of rage fall over his mind, Raphael shook his head to shrug it off for a little longer. Keeping his head as cool as he could, he performed a gesture with his hands as a string of words in his mother tongue slipped past his lips and his vision zeroed on the Shadowcaster.

Nicola was absolutely sure these were her final moments on this horrible, horrible world when the Shadowcaster jumped at her from a nook and wrapped its tail around her to try and strangle the life out of her like a gigantic, twisted constrictor snake, and watch her perish in suffering. What an awful way to die. Seeing the wicked grin of this malformed face as the last thing before her consciousness leaves her for good. Nicola hoped that if she had to die, then at least she would be sent off by a friendly face… But it seems that God denied her even this last, small comfort.. She fought ferociously against the crushing pressure that was successfully preventing her from catching another breath but to no avail. Her lungs felt as though they had been set on fire and her desperate wriggling only made the demon laugh excitedly as it whispered something she couldn't understand. She didn't have to though. Something told her it was nothing nice.. Dark spots started to gather in the corners of her vision and slowly encase her mind in darkness and she has already come to terms with the fact that this time she isn't getting out of this one alive when… the hold the Shadowcaster had on her loosened.

Taking a wheezing breath, Nicola fell over, still trapped in the coils of the scaly body. What? Once her vision cleared out a little, she saw her attacker lying stiff like a statue with its nasty eyes, previously burning with malice, now opened wide in shock and a web of golden lights crawling across its skin spoke for itself. Before any coherent thought could form in her head she was suddenly yanked free from the demon's grasp by an invisible force. A small cry escaped her when she felt a sharp sting on her thigh where the monster held her with its claws and soon she was gently deposited on the ground. Looking up into a pair of big, white eyes blinking down at her upside down from underneath a green, ragged hood.

"Raph-... phael…?"

She gasped to let her crushed lungs expand properly, though she needed no answer. It was him. He did follow her. And he saved her bacon. Again. Nicola truly wanted to laugh. If there were any doubts still left in her mind that Raphael is a friend before, they disappeared at this very moment. You bloody idiot, you ran from a dude who was trying to protect you and almost got yourself killed in the process. Nicola scolded herself inwardly as she struggled to breathe properly. No running again. Although she was most glad to see Raphael, she immediately noticed something was wrong. He was looking at her but without this soft smile. His eyebrows were knitted together in an expression of worry and… guilt? Why the…? And that's when she noticed that his eyes were flicking between her face and the spot on her leg which was quickly starting to grow warm and wet. Craning her neck to see, Nicola nearly choked once she caught the sight of three deep gashes torn into her flesh. And they were spurting about a lot of blood… Like.. a lot.

"You're bleeding… Hurt…"

His hesitant words only confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination caused by oxygen deprivation. Nicola bit her lip and tried to find that healing shard in her pocket but between being nearly choked to death, her empty stomach, sharp pain and seeing that amount of blood leaving her injured appendage she felt too dizzy to keep her head up and laid back down on the ground with a miserable mewl.

"In the eyes of our blessed Father, your days are numbered, foul beast.."

She heard Raphael hiss through his teeth once he looked up towards the place where the Shadowcaster was surely still face planting under the influence of the spell and his troubled frown turned into a scowl. There was this weird sound once more. Oh my God, he's doing it again… Nicola gulped, already preparing for the round two. Even though she was certain now that she had nothing to fear from him, it still doesn't mean she liked what she saw back then when the Goreclaw jumped her. She was already hearing the screeches of the demon even before they could come to be but this time no such thing happened. Something was different. The light that coalesced around Raphael's hand was not green but golden as the magic vibrated through the air once again. Everything lasted but a second. And instead of a series of pained shrieks, Nicola heard a single, sickening crunch. And then silence. Nothing more. Whatever happened, it was quick and mostly quiet. Probably because they were outside and more demons undoubtedly prowled nearby, and Raphael was definitely smart enough to realise that. Thank goodness… Nicola breathed before she saw the shimmering stars swimming before her eyes quickly starting to disappear along with her hearing. Soon, she slipped her eyelids closed in spite of the pain in her leg and found herself sliding into the dark. Hold on. Just a little longer.. Just… a little…

… longer…

If anything could be said about Shadowcasters, was that their skeletons, as flexible as they are, characterize with astonishing brittleness. One flick of Raphael's wrist was more than enough to snap its neck and give it a far quicker and more merciful death than it deserved. He couldn't allow himself for another drain as it would bring half of the Horde bearing down on both him and the wounded human at his feet. Besides, he didn't feel in need of its energy. The human…

Looking down at her, Raphael felt his heart cease for a second. She was lying there on her back, pale and motionless, her intricate green eyes shut. Alive, the blaze in her soul flickering, but clearly unconscious. Blood was still oozing from the wound he himself had made because of the spontaneous decision to wrench her free from the fiend's hold. He wasn't careful enough and failed to notice that the demon dug its talons into her skin. The archangel had seen a fair share of pain. He used to be the head healer back in the White City after all. The number of warriors he'd pulled out of the cold clutches of death was impossible to count. But somehow this was different. The poor woman was defenseless, weak and delicate. She couldn't even fight the demon that tackled her.

Azrael was right. Humans are very, very fragile.. Compared to other races, they were frighteningly easy to crush. Anything could kill them. From eating something wrong, through illnesses, to even falling into the water. Truth be told, Nicola was the first human Raphael had met in person and he didn't want her to be his last. Just stay calm. Don't panic… Not now… Kneeling down next to her, so small in comparison to him, Raphael gingerly peeled the torn trouser leg off the wound and placed his quivering hand over it, concealing the whole thing with his palm. His magic began to flow into the human once again to seal the torn flesh but there was very little time he had.

He barely managed to lessen the bleeding when a sound of a distant roar and a crash of a car being tossed aside, reached his ears. His head snapped up as his eyes darted around, searching for the owner of this cry. He would recognise it even in his sleep, even if the last scraps of his sanity left him. A Trauma was somewhere nearby. No doubt heading in this direction, attracted by the commotion and possibly the smell of blood as well. And a Trauma he couldn't afford to fight right now. Those things are hearty enough to break through his magic and get to him before he is able to put them down. Scooping up Nicola into his arms, Raphael wrapped his dusted wings around both her and himself and with a single arcane word they both vanished, leaving only a trace of quickly dissipating golden glow in their wake.

How long had she been out, Nicola couldn't tell. All she knew that she felt as though someone ran into her with a car. Her breaths were shallow and her heart was beating way too fast for comfort. Groaning quietly, she laid her arm over her face before opening her eyes. To see a dark, damp ceiling gently illuminated by a warm light. Where the Hell-...? The last second before the blackout came back to her like a punch to the gut. The Shadowcaster. Raphael.. With a startled gasp, she shot up, looking about, promptly regretting her decision when the world started to spin again. And to her utter astonishment, she was once again in the small section of the sewers where she met Raphael, settled on some ratty blankets and covered with another one that fell from her chest the moment she stirred.

"Keep still.."

She heard and nearly jumped when she felt a hand fall onto her shoulder and gently coax her into lying down again. And honestly, with how nauseous and weak she felt, Nicola wasn't about to resist and let herself be lowered to the ground. Unsurprisingly now, she saw the familiar scrawny angel sitting cross-legged next to her and staring intensely at her with those big, disturbingly hollow eyes. He brought her back into his hidey-hole? It looks like it.. Why exactly however, Nicola couldn't tell. And there wasn't much she could read from those eyes. A couple of seconds passed. A minute. Two. Five. And he still kept staring. The awkward silence continued until Nicola decided to break it by clearing her throat.

"Uh… what's up, buddy?"

If she wasn't feeling like shit, Nicola would've burst out laughing when she saw Raphael look up at the ceiling confused but she really didn't have strength to explain that this was just an expression. Chucking to herself quietly, she rubbed her eyes with pads of her fingers to clear her blurry sight a little when again her stomach loudly demanded nutrition. And the poor angel who was still looking at the ceiling quite literally jumped away and glared at her abdomen distrustfully when it "growled at him". Seems like angels know as little about humans as humans about them…

"What… was that.?"

Carefully pulling herself up to a sitting position, miserably failing to stop a fit of giggles - even though it pulled her sore muscles over her ribs - Nicola waved her hand dismissively. Any fear she once felt in the presence of Raphael was gone now. Not only did he rescue her twice but the way he was getting confused or spooked by literally anything Nicola did - purposefully or not - was just somewhat endearing.

"I'm just hungry.. I haven't eaten for a whole day.."

"Oh… hungry… hmmmm… Yes.."

Raphael murmured, seemingly a little embarrassed by the whole situation and twisted his body around to reach for something. Furrowing her eyebrows, Nicola tried to shift to see what exactly he was doing back there but she didn't see a lot. At least not until he turned to face her again and very slowly - like he was afraid he would frighten her again - extended his hand to her. And in his palm sat a paper bag where undoubtedly Nicola's sandwich was. Hesitantly, she reached for the packet that rustled encouragingly and a faint, pleasant smell of cheese, ham and pickled cucumbers emerged from within. A nice change from the stench around. It wasn't much but made her mouth water nonetheless.

"Thanks.. though I'd be glad if you didn't go through my things. Okay?"

"Okay…"

He replied with a nod and sat down again, watching Nicola devour - not eat - devour half of her sandwich in a few bites. Goodness, she was so hungry she could eat a horse.. However, halfway through something beside Raphael's thigh caught her attention. There, next to his knee sat a small cat. The same back and white kitten the angel was taking care of before. Looking at her with those blasted big, green eyes with pupils expanded almost to the point where its irises weren't visible and hungrily licking the sides of its mouth. At first she tried to ignore it. But the cursed look cats, especially the little ones, can give! The longer it stared at her, the more sure she was that she doesn't have the appetite anymore.. Goddamnit. Pulling a slice of ham out of her sandwich - the only part that would be of interest to it - Nicola clicked her tongue and offered the food to the kitten.

"Here, little buddy.. Come here."

I'm too soft for my own good. One day, some cat will be the death of her… Carefully and slowly, the kitten approached her, sniffing the piece of meat before snatching it out of her hand and retreating into the safe place behind Raphael to consume the gift. Cats can smell good people from a mile. Looks like she was wrong to ever doubt Raphael had anything but good intentions. Smiling slightly, the angel reached out to the cat and brushed his knuckles against the black fur around a new scar on its back. The loud and comforting purr interrupted only by an occasional swallow rung out and made even Nicola smile as she finished her own food. Even with how meager her snack was, hopefully it was going to last her at least until she finds her way back to Haven. One day of poor eating wasn't going to kill her after all.

When she was done, she peeled back the blanket to examine her injured leg. Nicola pulled a face at the three - even if mostly closed - claw marks on her thigh and the bloodied trouser leg. It didn't look that bad anymore but she could imagine that it would definitely slow her down. The slightest move was causing her mild discomfort. Running and walking anywhere is definitely off the table for now. Still, Nicola much preferred the dull ache that was now in place of excruciating throbbing.

There was no doubt in her mind that this is all once again thanks to the kind, even if a bit unhinged, angel who was now sitting beside her with a quietly purring kitten nested on his lap as he kept stroking its head and back and murmuring something to himself in a strange, melodic language Nicola couldn't understand but found beautiful and enchanting nonetheless. She watched Raphael for a few moments, listening to his deep, soothing voice that made her feel a bit sleepy. After the apocalypse Nicola rarely slept well because of nightmares. And it showed. But before she inevitably dozed off, she felt she had to say something.

"So uh…"

She started, successfully getting his attention, judging by how his eyes shifted to look at her.

"Um… Thanks. For… for everything I guess.."

For a whole minute Raphael didn't answer, simply watched her with his head tilted to the right, a silent question in his eyes. Nicola scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and decided to clarify.

"You know.. for saving my butt two times now, treating me.. And sorry I ran away. I was scared, you got pretty spooky with that Goreclaw back then…"

"Oh…"

He replied with raised eyebrows.

"Forgive me then… I did not mean to frighten you…"

"Oh, no no no, you don't have to be sorry, it's okay! I'm not scared anymore.."

Nicola assured him quickly. Making him feel bad for it wasn't her intention at all.

"Seriously though. Thank you.."

She repeated with a grimace when she tried to shift to a more comfortable position but the ache in her leg made it significantly more difficult. With an empathetic look to his face, Raphael steadied her by returning his hand to her shoulder and moving the other - already radiant with his Heavenly magic - to her wound. The prickly sensation came back, bringing relief in pain as he sighed tiredly.

"This is.. my duty…"

As surprising as it was, Nicola couldn't deny that Raphael seemed to have changed in some way since she found him absolutely deranged. Now he seemed a little more… collected. Focused. Calmer. But simultaneously even sadder and very jumpy. Still, he remained as mysterious as he did before. But maybe if he retains this composure, Nicola could pry something from him about his background. Why is he here alone? What happened to him? How did he get here? There were way too many questions to ask at once but she had to start with something.

"Your duty? You're some sort of a… uh, what shoudma' call it? Doctor, medic, something like that?"

Despite the question being seemingly innocent and harmless, Raphael reacted by turning his eyes down to look at his hands as he flexed his fingers a couple times with a barely noticeable wince twisting his lips. His answer was so quiet that Nicola barely caught it.

"... was… I left.."

"Huh? Wh- why?"

At that, Raphael looked up at her, again with this tortured gleam in his eyes that made her heart squeeze painfully and shyly pointed at Nicola's side.

"It hurts.."

He chimed as she stared at her own hip in confusion. Again, the angel was making no sense. Her side didn't hurt for one, and two, it can't have been the reason why he left… whatever he left to abandon his previous life. A little startled that maybe he knew something she didn't, Nicola probed the place he pointed out but all she could feel was the healing shard in her… in her pocket… All of the sudden she recalled what Raphael told her before.

Hesitantly, she dug the glowing crystal out of her vest and lifted it for Raphael to see better and asked a wordless question which he answered almost immediately.

"The shards… they hurt me.."

This was probably the lowest Nicola's eyebrows have ever descended, making the look of confusion on her face even more blatant. I thought they were supposed to be healing shards? Why would something made to heal one person hurt another?

"How?"

With an expression of anguish, Raphael placed his hand over his chest and took a small gasp of air as if to make his point.

"I created them.. and some of them hurt…"

The revelation made Nicola's jaw fall slack. She'd been suspecting this before when Raphael referred to the crystal as "his" shard but hearing the confirmation almost had her gag. How many times a healing shard has saved either her or someone else from the Tree, she couldn't count on both of her hands. After Ulthane snatched her from the Fallen's talons it took the large one to heal her and make sure she survives afterwards and still it shattered after it served its purpose. At this very moment, no one could ever convince her that the sad, mad angel before her is evil in any way. With a huff of disbelief she shook her head, shifting her gaze between Raphael and the shard.

"Wait, hold up, you made those?! Oh.. my God, I could kiss you, my dude."

A very undignified snort almost escaped Nicola when she saw the face Raphael made. Something between astonishment, horror and curiosity. She remained oblivious to how improper it sounded in his ears. He cocked his head again. Goddamnit. Every time he does that, Nicola just… can't. It constantly reminds her of a puppy looking at some bizarre wonder of nature.

"But.. why would you want to do this..?"

"It's an expression. In other words, I wanted to say I can't thank you enough. How did someone like you ever end up in… like- like this?"

Nicola said "like this" in the last moment before she could say "in such a shitty situation" because she realised just in time how inappropriately awful this sounds, considering they're in the damned sewers. I'll have to learn to stop accidentally making jokes.. For some reason Jones absolutely adored her for it, unlike most of her friends who kept either groaning or facepalming every time and begging her to stop before they kicked a bucket from the sheer badness of her jests. The kitten in Raphael's lap meowed in annoyance when it lost the touch of the angel, coaxing him to keep smoothing out its fur still stained with dried blood. He did, and Nicola didn't miss that he was deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"Long story.. very long.."

"That's alright, we have time!"

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Her curiosity was just too strong. Besides, Nicola wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with how her leg was fairing (just thinking about how worried Ulthane and the rest have to be made her a little sick) and she honestly doubted Raphael is going anywhere either. But the way it came out made her sound like she was prying to get to something the angel clearly wished to keep to himself. Whether because it was something to be ashamed of or something very unpleasant to speak of. In honesty, Nicola was sure he would scowl at her for this but he simply looked away with a grim look on his face. And it was even worse because it made her feel awful.

"Oh… sorry, if you don't wanna talk about it then it's alright! You don't have to tell me."

"Another time.. rest now."

He hummed and extended one finger towards Nicola's forehead. Before she had time to ask him what he was doing, he lightly poked her right between her eyebrows and all of the sudden she felt unbelievably drowsy. She blinked a couple of times but everything was starting to double before her eyes which were closing all by themselves. With a wide yawn Nicola soon fell into the embrace of magical slumber Raphael called upon her.

He caught her before she could fall down and lowered her onto the blankets to let her sleep in peace. The poor human needed her rest to make up for the amount of blood she lost merely an hour before. Sitting back, Raphael settled for keeping a silent vigil over her until magic wore off. What am I going to do with you? He wondered. For some reason he felt so inexplicably drawn to her and couldn't help it. Something about her was just easing in the pain and warming up the empty void in his tormented soul, even if only a little. The small animal he rescued before rubbed its fuzzy head against his hand and started to knead the fabric of his trousers with its laughably tiny claws that compared to demons' talons were nothing. Still, it stung a tiny little bit. Despite this, Raphael let it curl up in his lap again and fall asleep as well while he watched the human woman and the strange spark dancing within her like a candlelight.

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Chapter II is done! Getting angsty. And say hi to Raphael's kitty. Isn't it cute? :3

Also, here's part 1 if you haven't seen it yet.

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Taking a trip to Tennessee was harmless sure you'll get to explore some of it's popular attractions but during October the month where everyone gets to be spooky and scary. People tend to stay away from their most extreme haunted attraction the Mckamey Manor, but what if your friends doubled dare you to take up the challenge of entering the Mckamey Manor. Something triggered you to accept their dare.

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As you packed your bags, from the other side of the room your boyfriend didn't like the idea of you doing the dare, not only was it stupid but terrifying for him. "y/n, just sleep on it." Chan said with a worrisome look, you gave him an ensuring smile. "It's only for a day Chan, you could always join me but again I wouldn't anything happen to that pretty face of yours." You said squishing his face. He rolled his eyes, "How do you think I feel knowing you'll be flying to Tennessee for some stupid attraction." Chan said, a giggle escaped your lips. "There is a prize in the end." You stated with a devilish smirk plastered on you lips, a sigh left his lips. "And that is?" Chan asked in annoyance, "The prize is if you last the ten hours of horror you'll be rewarded with twenty-thousand dollars, babe we could go visit your hometown. You'll finally get to see your parents, Hannah, and Lucas." you said bopping his nose.

No matter what you said to him, he still disliked the idea of the Mckamey Manor. Chan knew that he had to do something he knew very well that you buried the idea deep in your mind so there's no way to change it. The night before your flight Chan made arranges for himself, he spent the night doing research of this so called extreme haunted house Mckamey Manor. Chan was filled fear and concern 'how could something like this be legal?' he thought to himself as his eyes were glued to the horrifying video, Chan's hatred towards your friends grew more as he slammed shut the laptop. Not wanting to wake you up he left the apartment you two shared, Chan had to do something to stop this nonsense before it gets you killed.

You woke up finding an empty spot beside you, a sigh escaped your lips. "You're up? Your flight doesn't leave till eight sharp." Chan's hoarse voice startled you, "Fuck Chan, you should knock next time." You hissed earning a chuckle from him. "You're not in Tennessee yet and you're already jumpy." He said leaning against the door frame, "Where did you go last night?" You asked. Chan furrowed his brows 'Last night?" He asked you crossed your arms, "Don't start lying." You sing song as his ears gave him away. "I needed fresh air, I did my research on Mckamey Manor and I didn't like one bit of it." He said you smiled at his adorableness.

You cuffed his face peaking his lips, "I'll be fine Chan trust me okay, I promise I'll call you once my plane lands and after the ten hours are over." You promised him. Chan wrapped his arms around your waist afraid to let you go. "You know I dislike your friends, you could say I hate them even more." He whispered, a chuckle left your lips. "They are a handful." was the only thing you could say about your friends, "There's no backing out is there?" He asked a sad sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head. "Just promise me one thing." He said you smile "Of course." You said gripping onto his biceps, "Come out alive, for me." Chan said a small spark of fear erupting inside you warned you but you shook it off. "I promise." You said with a grin.

Lawrence County, Tennessee best know for having the most extreme haunted house well more like escape room or red room. You had taken up your friends' dare of entering the Mckamey Manor, and here you are blind folded inside a van. You should be filled with fear but instead you could only feel your adrenaline pumping, you could hear another girl crying in fear only to be scolded by some guy. "Remember girls there's no quitting on us now, no one and I mean no one can save you or hear you cry for help." the same guy shout causing your ears to hurt a bit.

"Let the games begin." you felt yourself get pulled out of the van harshly, the cries of the other girl made the guy's anger grow more. "Welcome to Mckamey Manor girls, in order to quit is by begging now are you gonna beg to quit? Are you Katy?" was the only thing you could hear, discovering that the girl's name was Katy. The blind fold was removed from your eyes harshly, you let out a sigh as your eyes wandered the dark place flashing lights were giving you little sight of the place. You're dropped on your knees as they waterboard Katy, you knew that Russ the founder of Mckamey Manor was trying to get into your head.

You eyed the bucket filled with water, you knew what you were getting yourself into so you sucked it up. Holding your breath as water met your face, you counted the seconds your head was underwater. Reaching twenty they brought you up gasping for air, "Seems like we got ourselves a tough one." one of the guys said you look at Katy, she was filled with fear. "Please, I quit." Katy said as they continued to waterboard her. It hasn't been ten minutes and she already gave in, "Beg." the guy said grabbing a handful of her hair. You watched in silence, "What about you tough girl? You wanna quit too?" the guy asked you grabbing your hair, look him dead in the eyes "No sir." You said.

Katy was forced out of the dark place leaving you alone or so you thought, "Bring in the back up, now y/n you know that I had to do some background search on you and you weren't completely honest about one thing." the founder said giving you stern look. Your breath hitched, "There he is!" one of the guy shouted as they brought a person with a worn out knitted bag over their head. A grunt escaped from the person, you turn to see them remove the bag to see Chan with a confused expression. "Are you excited Y/n?" the guy asked you let out a whimper as a hand wrapped around your neck, 'This wasn't part of the waiver Mckamey." You hissed earning devil like laughter from everyone. "You should've been honest Y/n" He said as they forced the both of you onto your feet.

You were swept off your feet and tossed into a chest freezer, "Settle down lover boy. You'll get your turn." the guy said earning a death glare from Chan. You couldn't give into their mind games otherwise you loose to the Mckamey Manor, you sat in silence you couldn't do anything both your hands were tied together. "You're sick." Chan blurted out, the lid burst opened. Bruises were already forming on your arms the guy's tight grip, "sick? Is that any matter to talk to the boss?" The guy asked gripping Chan's jaw. "I don't see any problem if your girl is a tough one." Mckamey said your gaze never leaving Chan, "Aren't you Y/n?" the guy asked gripping your jaw harshly, "Well thank you Y/n for showing us your weakness." Mckamey said causing your gaze to switch to him. You furrowed your brows in confusion as he gave the guy a signal, Chan was push onto a chair. His urge to fight was stopped with thick ropes, you could feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach as they pour what seemed to be pig's blood onto him. You struggle to break free from the man's tight grip "Oh honey, struggling will only make things worse for him." the guy said as the more you struggle, the more blood they poured onto Chan.

Chan was now gasping for air, "Stop...okay. Just don't use him, use me." You spoke in a wavery tone. "For him? Tell me Y/n does does this young man here, does he mean everything to you?" the guy asked you look at bloody Chan, "Yes, yes, he does. Call me crazy and everything but I would die for him," You shouted earning a chuckle from Mckamey "Why is that?" he asked as they forced Chan onto his knees. "Because he's the only person I have by my side." You said fighting back the tears, you mentally cursed at Mckamey for getting into your head, you were met with sudden darkness.

You body was strapped onto what felt like a metal table, you could hear Chan's voice from the other side of the room. "You sick fucks, I didn't sign up for this crap." His voice filled with rage, a pitched scream escaped your lips as the sound of a bone cracking erupted the room. You couldn't feel you middle finger, it came to your realization that the guy had broken your finger. "Relax princess we're only getting started." the guy said as he removed your blind fold, the sound of chains made you sit up only to be forced back down by the guy. "I warned you buddy!" the sound of a pain scream leaving Chan's lips, cause you to look at the guy with a death glare.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend instead princess? Look at how pathetic he is." the guy threw you off the table forcing you to watch as how they torture Chan, "Stop it," you whimpered "Stop it! Stop it!" You were hysterical now. "I guess you're not so tough." the guy said "He didn't sign up for this, I did. You're only getting yourself a lawsuit." You stated giving Mckamey a stern expression, "And whose fault is it?" he asked, lowering your gaze they had unchained Chan. "You sick bastard you dislocated my shoulder." he said earning a punch from one of the actors, a pained scream left your lips once again as the guy grabbed your broken finger. "At least you're not the one with a broken finger." the guy let out a laugh.

A red substance was poured onto you it reeked of metallic, blood they had covered you in blood. You spit out the disturbing taste of metal, it felt like eternity six hours had passed and it wasn't over yet.

You were physically exhausted but you had to keep going, "Time for the real action." The guy said as he dragged you into a storage room. Your hands were untie, your eyes turned to Chan before you know the door closed behind the guy. You were left alone, "Mckamey!" your voice was filled with rage, the sound of water got your attention. There was a timer on the wall you've wasted three seconds, find your way out in ten minutes was written on the walls in permanent marker.

There are two exits you weren't sure if you needed a key but you were thinking of many ways to unlock the second exit. You let out a scream as your broken finger made contact with the door, a shaky breath escaped your lips as you tried all four keys to find the one. Two minutes before the count was over, with all your force you pushed the door open. Gallons of water throwing you out of the room, feeling someone pulling you onto your feet.

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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immj2 09.04.21 lb

vansh's dumb ass rushing off to that random address he saw. like......... are you even checking on google maps ki kya area hai, is it conducive to having a secret person stashed there as a hostage? pata chala udhar tak pohunch gaye aur ek big bazaar hai.

ishani tripping riddhima as she runs into the house. such middle school bitchidity.

and now some interrogation of really wtf are you and vansh bhai upto all the time, coz no normal ppl can understand wtf your relationship dynamic is anymore.

blah blah some dhamki on dadi ko pata challllllllllll gaya toh??????

idc about this scene except for ishani looking hot af. i love her shirt dress and red lipstick. style icon.

anyway riddhima promises answers in 24 hours and fucks off.

lol vansh reached destination and from the looks of it, it's an empty lot. lmaooooooooooooo, fucking idiot. pehle hi bola tha maine, check kar udhar hai kya.

riddhima meanwhile steals the black box, which changes how it looks every single day.

calls vyom and is like i did my part of the deal, now your turn. they arrange the drop.

lmao vansh comes home to empty safe. follows her as she goes and dumps it in the recycling bins and tells vyom to pick it up.

hoodie waale kisine aake pick up kar diya. which i'm sure is not vyom, but angre/someone else instead.

ew vansh rootin around in the garbage bin for the box. sees it's gone and is all smirkily "INTERESTINGGGGGGG VERYYYYYYYY INTERESTINGGGG" about it. ok either box iske aadmi ne uthaaya hai ya woh asli waala black box nahi tha. warna yeh itna khush nahi hota.

ugh siya is video calling vyom and all WHYYYY CAN'T I COME SEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUU?!?!!? i promiseeeee i won't disturb you while you work, i'll just keep looking at you and listening to you. what the ever loving fuck? behen, the relationship you're describing is the one ppl have with animals in zoos. yuck i actually cannot watch this shit man, i'm fwding.

anyway riddhima walks in hearing his voice from siya's room. ek toh yeh kaun bewakoof hai jo apne secret bf se BINA HEADPHONES ke baat karta hai? ffs, 6th graders doing aashiqui better than these fucks.

riddhima yelling at siya about getting involved with shunya circle zero man, while siya yelling back about how did YOUUUUUU see my earring with him, why are YOUUUU meeting him huh?!!?? and vyom is just there on the call like

riddhima trying to warn siya ki he's not a good man............. sis kabhi apne relationships ko dekha hai???? you're running on full 100% in the dept. of having romantic relationships with psychopathic men who try to injure/kill you on a weekly basis.

asdkjsakjdhksajdhksajhdkj i honestly am vyom in this sitch, who's enjoying this convo to the maxxxxxxxx. zoom call par baithe kisi aur ke ghar ka kalesh dekhne ka mazzzaaaa hi kuch aur hai.

angre losing his mind about riddhima stealing the box and vansh is all cool which meansssss........ nakli tha. for sure. shoulda known when we saw it looked diff itself.

lmaooooooooooooooo black box ko orange paint kar ke rakha hua hai iss chutiye ne. and he's bragging about how no one can open it without the key.

meanwhile peeth pe key waali didi andar jhaank ke spying kar rahi hai, as per usual.

kabir over here like main riddhima riddhima chillaaunga, banyaan phaad ke........... guard has had enough of his shit and tells him to stfu.

someone from outside hears this chillam-chilli and calls the police. wow, a responsible citizen, in this show?????????? unbohlievable.

cut to riddhima walking into bedroom (in whole new outfit; huh??? is it a whole other day suddenly?????) which is decorated like a mixture of a grade school on valentine's day + the set of a suhaag raat porno, lmao. husband is also in here, in his red velvet suit, giving her bhaaaaari sex eyes.

riddhima's thinking lagta hai issko pata nahi chala ke maine naak ke neeche se box udaa liya, warne yeh saare phool meri arthiiii pe chadhte.

this b has some nerve talking to siya about her "dangerous relationship" with that shirtless bhopuuuu player when her own husband/said chick's elder brother is a quasi-murderer they live with.

LMAO THEIR WHOLEASS BED IS GONE. ABHI SESK KAHAAN KAROGE? IS CHHOTE SE DINING TABLE PAR? ouff, they must still be in their 20s if they don't require proper lumbar support.

gives her a rose, ofc she pricks herself on a thorn, and nowwwww.... he's sucking on her finger. I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC OR SEXY AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLL. SHE DIDN'T EVEN WASH HER HANDS AFTER COMING INTO THE ROOM!!!!!!!!!! FUCKERS GONNA START SOME INCURABLE PANDEMIC OF THEIR OWN LIKE THIS.

she's all ohohohoho dard bhi tum, dawa bhi tum huh? and he's like yeah babyyyyyyyyyy, coz tum poori ki poori meriiiiiii ho.

ok the sexy is getting scary now. as is on par with this fucker. never a moment where heart rate can be at resting rate with him. and not in a good way.

she's telling him she wants to tell him something, give him some surprise....... and he's like.... ok? and they slow dance while making shakki faces at each other's back.

kabirrrrrrr stillllllllll screaming for riddhima. guard finally calls her and makes him speak to her. she's like bitch tf you want i was about to get laidddddd.........

kabir suddenly in i love you i love you mode. shady. kal tak toh yeh gaana nahi chal raha tha??? *acp pradyuman hand motion* kuch toh gadbad hai.

whoopsssssssssss, police is here. guard is like fuck someone musta called hearing this dude's ruckus.

kabir is like mwahahahahahaha, your game is over now. police will find meeeeee and freeeeee meeeee.

lmaoooooooooo she talks to the police and says ki woh jo chila raha hai, mera mentally unstable bhai hai, toh bas...... inspector is like SAY NO MORE MA'AM, WE DON'T WANNA CHECK ON THE MENTALLY ILL, THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM, NOT AN US PROBLEM AS A SOCIETY, SO GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR CRAZY BRO, BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

anyway she's like listen up kabir, my deal is over, i'll tell vansh the truth and then you'll be free. so part of the deal with vyom is to keep kabir locked up???????? hein? what even.........

kabir freaking out about riddhima telling vansh the truth, and keeps on saying he'll murder her........ DUDE WHAT THIS SORDID TRUTH ANYWAY IM SO DONE JUST OUT WITH IT ALREADY

vansh comes outta the bathroom shirtless and............... lollipop ladki is here sexily breaking wine glasses in his bedroom. zero boundaries up in this house. NONE WHATSOEVER.

ok sorry i'm not paying attn to anything being said rn coz

lollipop ladki is like why not we drink from one glass and he's like 🤨🤨🤨

wifey's here to spoil the party.

or to make it better????????? coz lol she's like make it three glasses of wine! won't you invite me to whatever's going on???? she looks waaaay more into lollipop ladki than vansh is, which would be the best possible development to riddhima's character.

vansh like hein aise kaise you stealing girl away from meeeeee, and telling lollipop girl ki why don't you and i just chug from the bottle?

cursory invitation to riddhima too.......... man, why is this giving heavy threesome vibes???

riddhima like "no thanks, mujhe do se zyaada hont ek bottle par achche nahi lagte." alksjdlaskjdlsakjdlsajkdlaksjdlka

vansh: achche toh mujhe bhi nahi lagte.

riddhima: par lagta hai tumhe toh kisi ke bhi chalenge.

OUCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooooooo now these two are just having their own petty pati-patni fight filled with vague statements about trust and misunderstandings, and lollipop girl is just here like

precap: riddhima about to tell vansh the whole truth or whatever, when vyom calls and is like wtf you gave me a fake black box. riddhima and vansh are once again fighting about truth and dhoka and like.......... bro. idc anymore. someone take your shirt off to make this worth my while.

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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years

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More headcanons to help me work through the dreaded writer's block! Hope you guys don't mind it's a bit slow right now, I plan on posting another tonight and hopefully I'll be able to get to some asks once my brain is no longer fried

Dwayne Headcanons

When he was responsible for Laddie, Dwayne would often take him out to the boardwalk whenever Star was busy. Sometimes he’d even choose to take him along even if they were with Star just to hang with the munchkin

If anyone told him he was too short Dwayne would hypnotize them into letting him one. He wasn't exactly worried about the kid being flung from the roller coaster, he could easily catch him if it happened. It felt awesome impressing him at the strength test, just watching him jump up and down as the attendant handed him a giant blue monkey which of course he'd give to Laddie. The boy was such a hyper, sunny child it was hard not to laugh when this spritely eight year old would play a water gun game and yell “this is a load of bullshit” when he lost. Well, he did grow up around four teenage guys, two having the worst language you could imagine. David used the word "fuck" like it was going out of style. At one point some lady in her thirties tried to lecture Laddie about watching his language, to which Dwayne had immediately stepped in after he said “piss off lady”. Again he had to choke back a laugh, pushing the kid behind him before this lady throttled him. To save face Dwayne feigned some half assed “shame on you” to Laddie just so she would piss off, and then ushered him away- for an ice cream sundae. Granted while he couldn’t condone a kid cussing up a storm, he did find it utterly hilarious watching this uppity chick squawk like a hen in outrage.

“Seriously though I don’t know where the hell you learned all that from-”

“Paul taught me.”

“Yeah, well, Paul probably isn’t the best guy to copy, kiddo. "

Chinese food isn’t his favorite, but he knows it’s Markos so he doesn’t complain when they have it at least once a week. Actually, his favorite is probably Hispanic. Many forget much of California was once Mexico, and as such the culture still thrived even into the early 1900s. Santa Carla flourished, and between pick pocketing gigs and heavy labor on the docks, Dwayne could always count on there being fresh tortillas for a few dollars after a long day. Elotes with extra chili powder, huarache, freshly brewed horchata on ice? Utterly delicious! Nothing can compare to freshly made tamales by a sweet abuela in a tiny food truck cooing to you in Spanish. Even he can blush when they pinch his cheeks gushing about what a skinny man he is. Paul and Marko love it as well and will often tag along when Dwayne goes to Mama Rosa’s, although he often has to elbow Paul in the gut because he’ll flirt with the cooks in the back into getting a free taco.

“Ay, Paul, mi angelito querido cielito, you’re skin and bones!”

“Well, I always skip a meal before coming here, abuela. Your cooking is too epic to have anything else in my stomach!”

“Dude, will you stop flirting with that poor woman before you give her a heart attack, you ass?”

Dwayne had a brother many years ago who was lost after being caught in direct sunlight during the great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Since then on April 18th he holds a small memorial for his brother Jasper, who died pulling the curtains shut to shield them from the sun. Some years David, Paul and Marko will join him, silently drinking to their fallen friend. It's a rare moment of seriousness for these wild boys, sitting beside an altar crudely constructed atop a wooden crate, draped over with the jacket once worn by Jasper that survived the flames. Decorated in worn candles melted by decades of use, a bottle of rum from over eighty years ago still untouched with an empty shot glass beside it caked in dust and cobwebs, worn flowers shriveled into darkened husks, a glass of blood they keep freshly filled with each visit, feathers of birds to help carry him to the sky. Every time he adds something new, a gift from every era. Recently he brought Jasper a Def Leppard vinyl record, propped against a sketch of his brother drawn before his passing by an admirer who had died long ago. Paul left a little toy motorcycle for him, Marko brought an old pocket watch he found at an antique store that bore a striking resemblance to one he had admired long ago, and David brought him a hunting knife

“You would’ve loved hair bands, Jas. Everything’s changed now, its crazy. It sucks you never got a bike of your own,” Dwayne would say, sitting in the dark with only the tender flicker of candles brushing away the dark. Never again would he let the sun take him. It was the darkest, deepest cave in the hotel. And there, Dwayne spoke more than he ever does outside “Horses were cool, but it’s better to have something that doesn’t stop every time it takes a shit, you know?”

Unfortunately Dwayne sucks at video games. It’s not that he doesn’t get it, but he has the worst gamer rage. Now, Dwayne doesn’t often get legitimately mad, but when he’s been playing the same god damn stupid water level for the past hour and a half just to be killed by a squid-! Well, lets just say Paul practically dove to catch the controller before it was chucked at the tv, and cue a dirty look towards Dwayne for nearly smashing his “baby”. He wasn’t about to have him break ANOTHER controller. Yeah that wasn’t the first. At this point he’s content just watching from afar and sometimes back seat gaming when Marko is going the wrong way. He’s not nearly as bad as David who will openly call someone stupid after dying.

Dwayne is definitely the type to nap after a long night. Truthfully he misses when he could just lay out in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock after a long day, it’d feel incredible. Instead he’s resorted to a hot water bottle or a heating pad. Yeah, he loves hot weather. Summertime is his favorite time, just savoring the toasted air blowing in his face on rides over the beaches. Sometimes he’ll try to wake up early to watch the sunset from within the cave, although it’s burnt him on more than one occasion he will still try to get a glimpse. Winter is the worst for him, he hates, absolutely despises the cold. Even though he doesn't technically get cold anymore, everything seems to die away in the winter leaving only twisted branches and grey skies. David may enjoy all that gloomy melancholy but not him.

One wouldn’t assume Dwayne to have much of a sweet tooth. That’s because they’re wrong. While he isn’t into the marshmallow caramel double candy bars deep fried and dipped in chocolate like Marko or Laddie, he has a serious weakness for chocolate. Like, a major weakness. Paul is still searching for his stash, tucked away somewhere secret in the hotel. Any time he thinks he’s close to finding it, Dwayne moves it again.

“Dude, sharing is fucking caring you greedy bastard”

“Get your own candy asshole, why do you think I keep my stash hidden from you guys?”

Now the whole hoity toity fancy chocolate isn’t what appeals to him. He can certainly appreciate a well made chunk of dark chocolate sprinkled with chili powder, but he’ll settle for a cheap bar snatched from a gas station. Most sweets weigh heavy on him, but chocolate is such a unique medium that can be changed into almost anything, appealing to every taste imaginable. Sweet, savory, spicy, bitter, semi-sweet, rich, dense, light. Chocolate cake, chocolate doughnut, hot chocolate, fudge, and of course the traditional candy bar. You make him a mug of Mexican hot chocolate and he is putty in your hands. You couldn’t necessarily bribe him with food. But you could certainly butter him up to suggestions when he’s crunching down on a candy bar. Paul knows this, and at this point Dwayne knows this guy has royally fucked up if he comes up to him with a stack of chocolate bars.

“Heeeeey, Dwayne, buddy, old pal, chum, lookie what I found, all for you man how cool is that?”

“....,” Dwayne glances up from his book at the handful of chocolate and slowly lowers it with a firm sigh. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Wha-Whaaa-? Oh! Okay, wow. Woooow. Offend much? I go out of my way- I mean, can’t a guy just, you know, do something nice for his best friend-?”

“Paul. What. did. you. do?”

“Okay okay, well you see David made me go fill up his stupid bike, and there was this hot chick at the gas station, I mean perfect fuckin ten man, she had the biggest frickin tits- okay anyway! Well, next thing I know the keys are gone, the chick's gone, the fuckin bike- You gotta help me man he’s gonna fucking kill me and dance on my grave!”

Of course Dwayne will help… in exchange for twice the chocolate. Like I said, it won’t always work as a bribe, but it’ll certainly help your cause if you go in with some incentive.

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